Chapter 857: She Knows

Yi Qinghuan glanced at the person speaking.

It was a wealthy heiress who usually didn’t get along with her.

Despite maintaining a decent facade on regular days, today she dared to directly tread on her face.

At the scene, there was no one willing to engage Yi Qinghuan.

She had prepared many performances, but bringing them out now would only entertain others.

“I heard you arranged a pitch-pot game, right?”

The heiress acted like she didn’t notice Yi Qinghuan’s stiff expression, “Where is the pot?”

Yi Qinghuan gritted her teeth and smiled, “If Miss Wang wants to play pitch-pot, I surely have to oblige you.

I’ll accompany you.”

She had a waiter bring up the prepared items.

Miss Wang dismissed it with a smirk, feeling disdainful, as if accompanying her was such an effort.

She didn’t even acknowledge who had invited her here.

She picked up an arrow and threw it, missing the pot’s rim entirely and landing on the ground.

“Oh dear, I can’t do it.

Miss Yi must be good at it, why don’t you show me?”

Yi Qinghuan’s expression remained unchanged.

She picked up an arrow and easily tossed it into the pot.

“See, just like this.”

Miss Wang clapped her hands, “Amazing!

I didn’t catch it just now, can you throw it again?”

Yi Qinghuan restrained herself time and again, “Sure.”

She picked up another arrow and again threw it in successfully.

Miss Wang applauded harder, having Yi Qinghuan throw it three times in a row.

Clearly treating her like a monkey in a show!

Chu Yao pulled Nan Jiaojiao to sit down, finding a perfect moment.

Her vision was innately sharp, and she leaned in to whisper to Nan Jiaojiao: “She’s got some powder caked at the corner of her eye, the left one.

Don’t stare too obviously, it’s so embarrassing.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at her like she was an idiot.

She wasn’t really whispering; anyone within a meter could hear her.

Nan Jiaojiao nudged her, drawing back her gaze, and unintentionally locked eyes with Bo Yanching, who was sitting across from her.

He had been watching her all along.

She knew that.

He was dressed in a fitted black suit, two buttons undone, his shirt faintly outlining the defined lines of his waist.

Even while sitting, his tall frame and long legs were evident.

Though he wasn’t holding a cigarette, his every gesture exuded mature masculine charm.

Nan Jiaojiao had brushed past his gaze several times.

He never dodged, just looked directly, half-leaning on the armrest, holding two walnuts he’d gotten from somewhere, slowly rubbing them.

Those hands were slender, making Nan Jiaojiao’s breath falter slightly.

Then…

She continued to pretend not to see.

She naturally didn’t notice Chu Yao’s little movements beside her.

Chu Yao, ever the smart one, had a fruit platter by her hand, and she purposely tapped her fingers on the pomegranate.

Bo Yanching saw it and faintly curled his lips into a quiet smile.

But Chu Yao could decipher a single bold word from his expression: Buy.

“Ahem.”

Chu Yao leaned back on her hands, casting a sidelong glance at Yi Qinghuan, who was being troubled by several heiresses.

“Why bully someone alone?

She’s the one throwing all the arrows into the pot, and you’re all praising her fakely.

It’s actually ridicule.

What’s the point?”

Chu Yao never minced words.

If she wasn’t directly confronting them, it was already considered giving face.

Someone dissatisfied wanted to retort but was pulled aside by a companion.

They warily glanced at Mo Tingshen and didn’t dare act rashly.

Yi Qinghuan also looked at Chu Yao, not believing she would help her out.

Sure enough.

Chu Yao patted Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder, “Sweetie, show them your skill.”

Nan Jiaojiao held her forehead, “You’ve gone too far.”

“Just play once.

After you throw this, I’ll take you away.”

She added, “To find some men to have fun with.”