Chapter 900: Too Late for Regrets

She suddenly straightened her back, looking down arrogantly.

“Hasn’t he always not noticed?

Take care of yourself, if you want to be someone’s mistress, go find someone else to cozy up to.

We’re done here.”

With that, Yin Tao slammed the door and left.

From the elevator to the community, she didn’t stop walking.

It wasn’t until she was waiting by the roadside for a car that she realized her palm, clutching her purse, was sweaty.

Two days later.

Nan Jiaojiao had just gotten off the plane and, unsurprisingly, saw Bo Yanching outside the airport.

He walked over naturally, took her suitcase, and tapped the brim of her fisherman’s hat resting on her head, revealing a little face that had just woken up and was quite grumpy.

“Holding in some anger to vent at me?”

Nan Jiaojiao crossed her arms, “I’m hungry.”

“Where do you want to eat?”

“I want to go home and shower first.”

Bo Yanching glanced at the time; it was half-past five.

If they went out after her shower, she would complain about getting home too late after dinner.

“Jinglan isn’t far from here, and there’s a supermarket opposite.

Let’s go browse a bit, buy some ingredients and I’ll cook for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows twitched, “Are you sure?”

Bo Yanching looked at her with a smile, pulling her by the waist into his arms as he led her to the car, “Not sure, but it’s too late for regrets.

Who told you to let me catch you as soon as you got back.”

Nan Jiaojiao was particularly compliant, not talking back at all.

Once in the car, Bo Yanching took out a colorful cake from the back seat, unwrapped a spoon, and stuffed it into her hand for her to snack on during the ride.

She hadn’t been to Jinglan before, having always been at Feisheng.

The large supermarket opposite Jinglan snapped her out of her drowsiness.

Bo Yanching pushed a shopping cart, and Nan Jiaojiao walked beside him.

The seafood and raw meat sections were on the first floor, but Bo Yanching immediately took her to the second floor, heading straight to the cake section.

Nan Jiaojiao picked out a few items, and with Bo Yanching right behind her, every cake she looked at and put back ended up in the shopping cart as he followed her steps.

She went over to pick out a durian, and when she turned back, half the cart was filled with sweets.

She asked, “Why are you buying so much?

Can I even finish it?”

“It’s for you to snack on, and what you can’t finish, we’ll take to the old house tomorrow.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him with shining eyes, “Do they know how much you look down on them?”

“Bo Qingshan knows, Qianqian doesn’t.

I’ve never disliked her.”

Bo Yanching’s preferential treatment of women over men was already apparent.

Nan Jiaojiao bantered with him for a bit, then they bought some fruits and snacks.

When they got to the first floor, she lost interest.

She neither knew how to buy nor choose, so she simply put her hands in her pockets.

Bo Yanching picked things quickly, and at the checkout, he pulled her hand out, interlocking their fingers discreetly, and before she could struggle, slid her hand into his pants pocket.

The cashier gave them a strip of candy.

The shopping cart could be pushed to the parking garage, and Bo Yanching kept one hand on it, holding hers as they walked.

After loading things into the trunk, he unwrapped a soft candy, fed her a piece, and stuffed the rest into her hand.

The way back to Jinglan was even shorter.

Bo Yanching carried all the bags himself, not letting her help at all.

The apartment had one unit per floor.

From entering the elevator to getting home, Bo Yanching remained restrained.

Once the door closed, as Nan Jiaojiao was feeling for the switch on the wall, he suddenly hugged her from behind.

She leaned her head back, and his kiss landed.

She was a bit stunned, turning around in his arms.

Bo Yanching lifted her onto the shoe cabinet.

Neither knew who started it, but they were both eager, tearing at each other’s clothes, with a few buttons popping off the shirt.