Chapter 86: My Jiaojiao Calls You Uncle Three

The words were meant for her alone.

Nan Jiaojiao let out an almost imperceptible huff, and before anyone around could pick up on the undercurrent between them, she lifted her foot and walked into the elevator.

Han Qi followed behind her, forcefully suppressing the displeasure in his heart, smiling and speaking to her, deliberately positioning his body to one side, his arm resting on the horizontal bar behind Nan Jiaojiao.

He glanced over at Bo Yanching.

With both these imposing figures inside, others dared not look for excuses to linger and had to step in.

As the last two entered, the elevator started beeping.

“It’s overloaded, President Xin, let’s take the next one,” someone suggested.

“Alright, then, Master Bo, Young Master Han, take your time,” the man said.

The two executives hurried out, their expressions of relief and delight as if they had just dodged a bullet.

The elevator was very quiet; no one spoke, and even their breathing seemed subdued.

Someone on a lower floor pressed the button, and the doors opened to reveal a young couple, who, seeing the elevator packed, didn’t step in.

However, a few of the executives subconsciously made room for them.

This act of making space narrowed the area at the back.

Jih Mingyue had been holding her breath for a while, not wishing to breathe in the stench of alcohol from the men, but she couldn’t hold it anymore.

She exhaled heavily; someone moved in front of her, startling her and causing her to press against the wall with her high heels slipping and nearly making her stumble.

“Master Bo…”

Jih Mingyue steadied herself on the railing, calling out softly and weakly.

Bo Yanching moved, stretching out his long arm, but instead of helping her, he pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace.

He turned around so that she was positioned between two walls at a corner.

He left some space in front of his chest so as not to crowd her, yet his stance was closely protective like a hug without hugging.

His hands propped behind her, carving out a small sanctuary for her.

Yet Nan Jiaojiao didn’t bestow even a glance upon him.

Angered, Bo Yanching nudged her with his knee twice, but still no reaction, so he stepped on top of her foot.

The foot lifted in the air was forcefully pressed down.

Standing on his instep, Nan Jiaojiao walked out as the elevator reached the ground floor and people gradually exited.

Without moving her foot off his, she stepped directly on him as she walked out.

The force of the white shoe’s crushing was neither too light nor too heavy, but her heart was truly hard.

“Third Master Bo.”

Han Qi walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, smiling, keeping pace with Bo Yanching, “Jiaojiao is my girlfriend.

Maybe Master Bo should pay a bit more attention to propriety?”

Bo Yanching responded coldly, “Young Master Han seems to be getting more proficient at aggrandizing himself.”

Han Qi’s smile deepened, “Even if she’s not now, she’ll eventually be mine.

The one whom Han Qi sets his sights on can’t escape.”

Bo Yanching’s lips curled up in a cold sneer.

“Besides, my Jiaojiao calls you ‘Third Uncle.'”

The implication was clear: have some decency.

Bo Yanching’s handsome face was unruffled, his cool voice without a ripple, “She does call me ‘Third Uncle,’ and if Young Master Han is willing to lower himself, I would accept that title from you as well.”

Han Qi’s smile chilled somewhat, then his eyebrows lifted, and the corners of his mouth formed an unrestrained, wild curve, “Alright, ‘Third Uncle’!”

In Bo Yanching’s deep black eyes, the coldness seemed to precipitate as he strode outward.

Behind him, Han Qi’s face momentarily darkened.

Outside Shengyue Mansion, rows of luxury cars were parked.

Han Qi pulled Nan Jiaojiao lightly, not daring to hold her for long, tugging gently before letting go, “Let me take you home.”

“No need,” Nan Jiaojiao refused coldly.

“You came here at my invitation.

It’s late; I can’t bear to let you go back alone.

Be good, let me take you home.”