Chapter 85: Is Bo a Ferocious Beast

The moment she sat down, she hadn’t even warmed the seat when she suddenly felt a chilly breeze.

Nan Jiaojiao looked up to see that the executives were surrounding Bo Yanching.

He glanced over coldly, fixed his gaze on the mobile phone in her hands for a moment, his lips curling into a hint of a mocking smile, then silently shifted his gaze away.

She suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Her lips tightened slightly, only to notice another person following behind Bo Yanching.

Jih Mingyue, who had been dominating the headlines lately.

Haha.

Nan Jiaojiao settled into her seat.

She had nothing to feel guilty about.

“Where should I start looking?” Han Qi leaned over, tapped on the screen to pull up the photo album, and showed her briefly, “Here, you can scroll through.”

Scroll?

“How many did you save?” Nan Jiaojiao asked.

Touching his chin, Han Qi replied, “Quite a lot.

I haven’t seen you, so these little surveillance bits were a consolation.”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the phone toward him, “Find it.”

“You—”

What kind of heartless girl is she?

If it were any other woman, they’d have gone weak at the knees after a couple of flirty remarks from him.

“Scared of you, I’ll find it for you.”

Han Qi didn’t take the phone; instead, he let her hold it while his fingers tapped and scrolled, then pushed it towards her, “Everything is here.”

Nan Jiaojiao deleted every single item without missing a beat.

She didn’t notice Han Qi’s arm stealthily resting on the back of her chair, his fingers inching towards the side, making it look like Nan Jiaojiao was encircled in his arms from certain angles.

Bo Yanching’s eyes sharpened, a chilling horror that scared a nearby president who had come up to toast.

“Master Bo, let me introduce you, this is Young Master Han, both of you are the main investors in this project.”

It was as if Han Qi just realized Bo Yanching was there, his lips curving into a wicked smile, “Third Master Bo, we meet again.”

He deliberately edged closer to Nan Jiaojiao as he spoke.

A thin layer of coldness lined Bo Yanching’s eyes as he spoke indifferently, “Quite the coincidence.”

“Indeed, coincidental.

We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the future.”

Everyone began pouring drinks and making small talk, steering the conversation towards the project, all the while catering to the preferences of these two significant figures.

Everyone there was sharp enough to sense the tension, careful not to offend either party.

Finally, when the dinner was over and they were unsure who to cluster around, Han Qi deliberately lagged behind, cautiously tending to his girlfriend who had been upset all night.

Everyone silently breathed a sigh of relief, walking beside Bo Yanching and engaging him in conversation.

Of the two elevators, only one arrived.

President Xin bowed respectfully, “Master Bo, after you.

We’re in no rush.”

As Bo Yanching walked in, Jih Mingyue followed behind him, and the rest remained at the door.

He pressed the open button and asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

“No, no, we’ll take the next one.”

“I’ve got a strong smell of alcohol; wouldn’t want to disturb Third Master.”

Nan Jiaojiao stood at the back of the crowd.

She was dressed in a white puff-sleeved blouse tucked into her trousers.

The vertical tri-row buttoned jeans traced her slender waist.

Light blue gradient jeans with a V-cut hem dangled down, revealing a small section of her ankle bone.

With her hands stuffed into her pockets, her eyebrows slightly raised, her expression was cold and indifferent.

Each time Han Qi said something more, her frown grew tighter.

Bo Yanching spoke in a cold voice, “Is Bo someone so fearsome that you all need to avoid me?”

The faces around him changed, all hastily denying it.

Only Nan Jiaojiao, her dark pupils fixed directly on Bo Yanching, her lips pursed tightly.