Chapter 87: Is Nan Jiaojiao Really Master Bo's Niece

“Good girl.”

Bo Yanching stood in front of the car, the passenger door opened, “Come here.”

He was calling a dog!

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even glance at him, her feet on the steps, her eyebrows and eyes drooping lightly, “Open the door.”

“Alright!”

Han Qi opened the passenger door, his hand protecting her head as she got in.

After she settled down, he carefully closed the door, afraid that making too much noise would annoy the little ancestor.

He couldn’t help but show off a bit; he lifted his hand that was casually draped over the roof of the car and waved at Bo Yanching, “I’m off then, Uncle, drive slow on the way back.

There have been a few road rage incidents lately, make sure you don’t run into any.”

Bo Yanching’s expression was impassive, his presence solid and imposing.

The gaze that fixed on Han Qi made him shiver for no apparent reason.

Han Qi shrugged his shoulders and drove off after getting in the car.

“Master Bo…” Jih Mingyue had been neglected all night, and now her ankle was sprained, despair lining her lashes with tears, “Could you take me to the hospital?”

Bo Yanching slammed the car door so forcefully the vehicle shook, his cold voice said, “You sit in the one behind.”

Then he walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove away.

Han Chuan pulled up in the car, got out, and opened the back passenger door, “Miss Jih, please get in, I’ll take you home.”

Jih Mingyue bit her lip hard, holding back frustration, and after a long silence in the car, she suddenly ventured a question, “Is that Nan Jiaojiao really Master Bo’s niece?”

Han Chuan didn’t glance away, “Miss Jih, if you want to stay by Third Master’s side, you need to control your thoughts and your tongue.”

“…!”

Jih Mingyue straightened up anxiously, stammering, “I, I understand.

Don’t tell Master Bo what I just asked you.”

Han Chuan’s lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

The car arrived at the entrance of Feisheng.

Feisheng’s security system ranked in the top three in Rongcheng City.

Han Qi wanted to use some privilege to get in, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t give him the chance.

As soon as the car stopped, she was ready to get out.

“Don’t be like that, at least say goodnight,” he said as he pulled up the lock catch, staring at Nan Jiaojiao’s devastatingly beautiful profile, “What about what I said last time, have you thought about it?”

“What?”

Nan Jiaojiao showed no shame for her shallow memory.

She never remembered unimportant stuff.

Han Qi wasn’t surprised, “I told you to leave Bo Yanching, whatever he can give you, I can give too.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a bored look, “You call him ‘uncle’ quite fluently, but behind his back, you stir up trouble.”

Han Qi laughed, “It’s not real.”

He leaned in closer, the car’s dim interior light and the streetlights outside cast a thin layer through the window.

As he moved in, his face sunk into the shadows except for his wide grin and shining teeth.

“Your fiancé, that Shen what’s-his-name, I threw a few obstacles in his path.

Do you know what he’s been busy with lately?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned to look at him, her eyes cold and clear, displaying no extra emotion.

Han Qi felt a bit displeased.

This proved she at least had a place for Shen Shichu in her heart, even if it wasn’t a heavy one.

“To get the two billion yuan funding from the Ye Family, he agreed to break off your engagement and marry Ye Shiqing instead.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised one eyebrow slightly, then pressed it back down; her gaze still tranquil and undisturbed.

She had already tried her best to show a look of surprise, but alas, her face was too beautiful to hang such a lowly expression.

Han Qi leaned in a bit more, their faces were only a fist’s distance apart now, chuckling softly, “What’s the matter, it hasn’t hit you yet?”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

Not yet.

After all, Shen Shichu cared about his face.