Chapter 94: Remember to Wear More Clothes

People had only left her place last night, and once he got the hang of things, he was surely furious with her.

Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t be foolish enough to wander in front of him at this time, but she owed Ye Wanting an explanation.

After some thought, she transferred $150,000 to Bo Yanching.

Soon after, his call came through.

“What does this mean?”

“Hmm, it’s a bit complicated.”

Nan Jiaojiao, resting her chin in her hand, sat on the balcony, watching a willow tree beside the pond downstairs and simply explained, “Can you give the money to Yan Chi?

Thank him for taking care of my friend for me.”

Bo Yanching chuckled lightly, “Little girl, bossing me around like that, does your conscience allow for it?”

Nan Jiaojiao tapped her mouth, “How about, I treat you to dinner instead?”

“Sure, I’ll pick you up from school tonight.”

“Tonight won’t work, I’m busy.”

As soon as she said that, she could clearly feel the man’s breathing deepened, his voice colder, “Nan Jiaojiao.”

He probably thought she was making up excuses to avoid seeing him.

“Really busy, how about I treat you tomorrow?”

Bo Yanching consented with a hum, “Remember, breaking your word is not what good kids do.”

His words made Nan Jiaojiao’s face flush with red, and without even saying goodbye, she hung up hurriedly.

Half an hour later, Bo Yanching was in a meeting when Han Che, wearing a strange expression, came in and placed something in front of him.

“What’s this?”

Bo Yanching looked up from the documents, with a fierce glint in his calm eyes.

Han Che, a veteran follower of Bo Yanching, knew better than to disturb during meetings, but he had to deliver this item—it was a matter of life or death.

“Miss Nan had a runner bring it over.

There’s also a box of blades inside, with a note saying anyone who dares to stop me should consider themselves warned.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow.

Upon opening the paper bag, inside it was a box of cold medicine.

Just then his WeChat pinged as if on cue, and a message from Nan Jiaojiao popped up:

[Three times a day, remember to dress warmly.]

“Heh.”

She dared to mention it again; she’s not light-hearted.

“What are you waiting for?” Bo Yanching ordered, throwing the medication and the paper bag to Han Che, “Go make a cup.”

“Right away!”

Han Che readily agreed.

At this moment, in his eyes, Nan Jiaojiao was akin to a Bodhisattva, making Master Bo obediently take his medicine without even having to appear in person.

Meanwhile, Nan Jiaojiao, after getting into the car, sent a message to Ye Wanting:

[Yan Chi said he’s not in a hurry.

You can pay back slowly.

Whenever you have enough, just give it to me, and I’ll transfer it to him.]

After a moment’s thought, she added: [No rush.]

Ye Wanting originally came from a wealthy family, a young lady of a rich family pampered from birth.

Her family fell into hard times during her first year of college, which reduced her to a state of poverty.

She was gentle and thoughtful, never had a confrontation with anyone, but there was still pride in her bones.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to hurt her self-respect over $150,000.

The car parked at the E.Y headquarters.

She stood in front of the elevator and called Pei Dongshi.

“I’m at a nearby café, meeting a client.

I’ll be back soon; you can wait in my office.”

“I want milk tea,” Nan Jiaojiao was not polite at all.

Pei Dongshi laughed indulgently, “I knew you were coming, ordered it early, extra sugar added.”

Nan Jiaojiao replied courteously, “Thanks, senior.”

Pei Dongshi dodged the thanks, “Cut it out, don’t embarrass me.”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled secretly, bantered with him a bit more, and assistant Qiao Shan led her out of the elevator.

“You can wait in the president’s office.

Anything you’d like to drink?”

“Do you have pudding?”

“We do, I’ll get you several desserts.”

Qiao Shan was very polite to Nan Jiaojiao.

President Pei had instructed to treat her well, to afford her the same respect as him.

The break room always had lots of sweets stocked, but actually, the women in the company were too figure-conscious to indulge often.