Chapter 925: Bo Yanching Is Mine

“You’re really crazy.”

“You’re the one who’s crazy!”

Zhou Zining leaned forward, her eyes glaring intensely, almost wishing to swallow Nan Jiaojiao whole after uttering her fierce words.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression remained unchanged; her tone was sarcastic, her lips curling slightly, “I’m perfectly fine, not sick or delusional.”

Something in those words seemed to trigger Zhou Zining.

She suddenly stood up, “Get out!

I don’t want to see you, get out of here!”

“Why should I?”

Nan Jiaojiao crossed her arms, “Whether you want to see or not, you have to, even if you’re secretly watching.

After all, I’m Bo Yanching’s girlfriend.

When you peek at him from the shadows, you’ll inevitably see me.

You can kick and scream all you want, but even if you stay in the hospital your whole life, he won’t spare you a glance.”

“You…”

“Ten years of affection?

Ha, don’t make me laugh.

You’re just a sewer rat, fantasizing about him for ten years.

Do you think someone as filthy as you could ever catch his eye?”

Zhou Zining was stunned.

Her cover was ruthlessly torn away, her blood running cold.

Her frantic rage nearly swallowed her reason.

Her vision blurred, and her temples pounded like needles.

It was as if a hand had yanked her out of the fantasy she created for herself.

Forcing her to face her obscure, sticky feelings for Bo Yanching with no ounce of dignity left.

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“If you want to stay in the hospital, go ahead; take the time to hone your acting skills.

Keep pretending to be insane for as long as possible, at least until Qianqian grows up and sees it for herself.

But no matter how much you cause a scene, remember one thing clearly.”

Nan Jiaojiao stood up.

At about the same height, she looked down with a gaze that inexplicably made one’s scalp tingle with oppression.

She looked at Zhou Zining and spoke each word clearly:

“Bo Yanching is mine.

Fantasize all you want, but if you dare to make a move on him, I will really kill you.”

Zhou Zining opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the words caught in her throat like a sudden silence, her eyes wide and fixed on Nan Jiaojiao, tears welling in her eyes.

Her body trembled with fear, perhaps her emotions had reached their peak, and she suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

“Madwoman, hahaha, you’re the real madwoman, you’re all mad, hahahaha…”

Across the coffee table’s distance.

Nan Jiaojiao watched with indifference as Zhou Zining rolled around laughing maniacally on the sofa, only withdrawing her gaze after about a minute and stepping towards the door.

Opening the door, a man’s tall figure stood in the doorway.

The hallway outside connected to a window where the cold light of sunset streamed in through the glass.

He stood in the shadow of the light, his gaze on her, dark and deep.

He took her hand, tucking it into the pocket of his trousers, shielding her as they left.

In the hallway, the Jih Family members instinctively stepped aside.

Until the two figures left the hallway, Elder Jih lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and let himself be supported inside.

Zhou Zining curled up in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, no longer laughing but sobbing, her shoulders trembling, head buried low, forehead rubbing against her knees with force.

“Zining…”

Zhou Zining looked up, and Elder Jih struggled to squat in front of her, her gaze following him from above to below.

Until she saw clearly the wrinkled face filled with heartache before her.

“Grandfather,” she bit her lip hard, her voice so broken it was barely audible, “how did I…

how did I become like this?”