Chapter 904: Activate a Membership

He tossed the tissue into the wastebasket.

Without looking at her, he said, “Not suitable.”

“You…”

Bo Yanching took the chopsticks from her hand and, along with the bowl, carried them into the kitchen.

Nan Jiaojiao’s face darkened.

She wished she could slap herself.

Even though she knew she couldn’t resist his charm, she pretended to be reserved at first, letting him block her with words and making her seem desperate.

Nan Jiaojiao was angry, and in her anger, she didn’t help with the dishes.

She grabbed a bag of chips from the shopping bag, plopped down on the sofa, and turned up the TV volume, listening to a whole episode.

The sound was a bit jarring, so she slyly turned it down a bit.

The second episode required payment, and Nan Jiaojiao leaned back against the sofa and shouted toward the kitchen, “Bo Yanching, your TV needs money, I can’t watch cartoons!”

“Come here.” Although she couldn’t see him from the kitchen door, his voice was clear.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to move, “What for?”

“I don’t come back often, the TV hasn’t been used.

Take my phone, get a membership to watch.”

Nan Jiaojiao was pretty annoyed.

Her stomach was stuffed, and moving felt uncomfortable.

However, sitting here watching a still screen felt even worse, constantly reminded by the pig face beneath the membership reminder that taunted her poverty.

No, it’s Bo Yanching’s poverty; it’s his TV.

Nan Jiaojiao slowly got up and walked toward the kitchen.

“Right pocket,” Bo Yanching was washing dishes by the sink, gesturing to her sideways, just catching her tightly furrowed brow, he coaxed, “My hands are full of foam, otherwise I would’ve helped you, just bear with me.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow instantly relaxed.

Someone who’s not working can’t throw a fit with conviction.

She stuffed the chips under her arm, gently took his phone, and walked back to the living room, scanned the QR code, and politely shouted toward the kitchen, “Should I get an annual membership?”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao input the amount, then ran back to him, held the phone up to his face to pay with face ID, and after success, instinctively wanted to take his phone out, when it suddenly dinged.

She didn’t avoid it and saw a glimpse of the screen.

Luckily, the pop-up was limited, and she didn’t glean much before placing the phone on the table.

“Looks like someone sent you an email.”

“Hmm,” Bo Yanching replied softly, “Go have fun, I’ll be a little longer.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao peeked at the dishes drying on the rack, then glanced at the remaining spoons and chopsticks in the sink, and left.

Bo Yanching cleaned up the kitchen and wiped his hands with a tissue.

He leaned against the wash basin, picked up his phone, opened the email, skimmed through it quickly, hit delete, remaining calm as ever.

He took a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, opened it while walking, tossed the ring pull into the trash, and sat down in front of the sofa.

Nan Jiaojiao placed a throw pillow on his lap and lay sideways.

Bo Yanching let her, supporting his arm on the couch back on her side.

The living room lights were dim; on his side, there was a standing lamp, casting a warm orange glow that softly enveloped them.

Nan Jiaojiao started feeling sleepy after just a moment.

Bo Yanching drank halfway through his sparkling water, took another sip, his throat gently rolled, sending the drink down, then lightly placed the remainder on the coffee table and carefully took away the half bag of chips from Nan Jiaojiao’s arms.

Though his movements were gentle, he still startled Nan Jiaojiao awake.

She reflexively tightened her grip on the packaging, her eyes opened, just as Bo Yanching lowered his head to look at her.