Chapter 917: Watching a Joke

He tucked the cigarette behind his ear and rubbed his temple, his gaze inadvertently meeting Bo Yanching’s eyes from the opposite sofa.

“What are you looking at?”

Bo Yanching replied truthfully, “Nothing, just watching a joke.”

“Huh,” Yaen Chi lifted his foot against the edge of the coffee table, “You picking on me now?

Were you annoyed by how much I watched your jokes the past two months?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “So now it’s your turn.”

Yaen Chi gritted his teeth, “Brother Yan, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Bo Yanching was entirely unfazed, “Well, I’ll be careful then, because I’m faithful, so fate treats me generously.”

Who’s he calling unfaithful!

Yaen Chi suddenly felt unmotivated; whether he wins or loses, he feels upset.

Why bother competing in wordplay with a sharp-tongued person and deliberately frustrate himself?

Yin Tao sat quietly, almost like she was invisible in the two-seater sofa by herself.

It’s not that she didn’t understand the conversation, but understanding and pretending not to is genuinely unbearable.

Yaen Chi didn’t even look at her.

Indeed, it wasn’t an illusion; the weight Ye Wanting held in his heart,

was heavier.

The bottle still had two-thirds left.

It was late, and Qianqian couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep.

No one else spoke in the ward.

When the bottle was finished, Bo Yanching came over, managed to hold Qianqian before Nan Jiaojiao could, wrapped her in a thin blanket, and whispered, “I’ll take care of this, you just follow along.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

The hospital was nearly empty, and those walking around were either delivery guys or family members, carrying daily necessities or food.

On the way back, Bo Yanching continued to drive, with Nan Jiaojiao in the back holding Qianqian.

Yaen Chi took Yin Tao along with him to the old house.

Unexpectedly, the Old Lady hadn’t yet slept, worried sick until she personally saw Qianqian, even touching her for warmth before feeling relieved.

Before leaving, Nan Jiaojiao specifically mentioned that if Qianqian wakes up and feels hungry, to feed her some light porridge; if not, let her sleep and eat tomorrow morning.

The Old Lady didn’t see them off.

Two cars headed out to the city center and found a lamb hotpot place.

The four of them sat down to enjoy the meal before heading back home individually.

In the elevator, Nan Jiaojiao didn’t feel like moving, so Bo Yanching carried her all the way home, laid her on the sofa.

She looked up at him, “Do you have a foot bath bucket?

I’m tired, and don’t want to shower.”

Bo Yanching thought for a moment, “Not sure if we have one, seems like Mo Tingshen gave me one before, I’ll go find it.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching gently tousled her hair; his hand held no force, yet Nan Jiaojiao seemed boneless, following his motion into the pillow effortlessly, not so much lying but sprawling, face on the pillow, raising both hands in a surrender fashion above her head, searching in the pile of cushions and sofa gap for the remote she hid during the day.

The TV flicked on to Peppa Pig.

She even checked the episode count—it’s the new release, watched more than half of them already, secretly marveling at Bo Yanching’s wealth in her heart.

Could afford a yearly subscription.

Soon, she heard the bedroom restroom’s water heater and water sounds.

She didn’t budge until Bo Yanching brought the foot bath water.

“Doing it yourself?” He squatted in front of the sofa, following her drifting gaze.

Nan Jiaojiao reached out to him, “Lift me up.”

“Lazy you.”

Despite the teasing, Bo Yanching’s body responded almost instinctively.

He lifted her up, taking the pillow away, sitting in her former position.