Chapter 870: Jiaojiao I Feel Awful

I don’t know who is being implied here.

Mo Tingshen laughed, “Brother Jian and I bullied him, why is he venting on you?”

Bo Yanching forcefully pulled off his tie, downed the glass of alcohol beside him, and cursed hoarsely, “Needs a lesson!”

Mo Tingshen silently refilled his glass.

Li Jian didn’t join their banter, instead, he kept watching the door.

His intuition was very accurate, this was the first time he doubted himself.

He always felt a distant yet close hostility toward Nan Jiaojiao, but couldn’t recall if he knew her from anywhere else besides their two meetings.

Her demure demeanor indeed resembled a naive little girl.

No one had ever successfully pretended in front of him.

He planned to visit Rongcheng City again when he found the opportunity, determined to uncover any flaws.

Yaen Chi returned to the room, humming a tune, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, intentionally provoking Bo Yanching with his gaze, then suddenly rushed over.

“Did you drink the original alcohol in the glass?”

He had originally brought back a glass of champagne, but now it contained red wine.

Bo Yanching, holding his breath, kicked Yaen Chi’s calf, then pressed down on Yaen Chi’s neck, “Who told you to send her away?”

“Brother Yan…”

Yaen Chi couldn’t catch his breath, his face turning red as he anxiously patted Bo Yanching’s arm, “Deal with me later, did you drink that glass of wine?”

“I did, why?”

“How could you drink it?

My ex-girlfriend handed that to me, there’s something in it…

coughing…

neck, I’m suffocating…”

Bo Yanching froze, let go of his hand, and looked at the wine.

Previously unconcerned, a sudden dizziness washed over him.

He rubbed his forehead, heat coursed throughout his chest, even his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing Bo Yanching like this, Yaen Chi knew he’d fallen into a trap.

“Sorry, I realized it after I brought it back and was going to toss it, but didn’t get the chance.

Should I call Xu Shu back for you?”

Xu Shu didn’t stay long; shortly after sitting down, the hospital called him back.

Bo Yanching lowered his eyes and said nothing.

After a long pause, he spoke, “No need, help me get a room upstairs.”

“Holding it in?

Isn’t it going to be bad if you do that?”

Bo Yanching pressed forcefully against his brow, irritation concealed in his eyes, “Who to blame?”

“Blame me!”

Yaen Chi poured out the red wine, sniffing the glass.

The medicinal scent was long gone, either diluted or the dosage was originally low.

Watching Bo Yanching still mostly sober, maybe sleeping it off would help, so he took him to a hotel room.

However, the more he thought about it after, the more it felt wrong.

He only supported Bo Yanching, yet even through his clothes, he could feel the scorching heat from his body.

Could that medicine really be endured without any issues?!

If something went terribly wrong, at thirty, he’d become useless.

In the future, should he want to win Nan Jiaojiao back, having a pretty but useless body would only lead to rejection.

“Sorry, I know you want to play the Pure Love Warrior, but when faced with certain situations, special measures are needed—it’s like speeding things up for you, as a brother’s help.”

He found Nan Jiaojiao’s number and dialed it.

No answer.

At this time, Nan Jiaojiao was showering.

When she finished and came out, she saw Yaen Chi’s missed call.

An hour had passed, too long to call back, so she sent an inquiry text instead.

Just as she picked up the hairdryer, her phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Nan Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat.

She intended to decline the call but accidentally hit answer.

“Jiaojiao,” Bo Yanching’s husky voice seemed wrapped in a layer of mist, “I feel terrible.”