Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again-Chapter 3667: Master Wang Cooked "Hangover Soup"

Bo Jingxing adjusted his glasses again and waited calmly for her to continue.

As expected, Qiao Nian frowned. Her beautiful and eye-catching face was clear as she sat up straight and placed her hand on the dining table. "But if that day really comes, I’ll take responsibility."

Continent F had the strongest prowess, so it was the most convenient for her to do things there.

However, Continent F wasn’t good at researching chips and semiconductors, nor did they have these resources.

In this regard, besides Continent M, only the illegal zone could meet the conditions.

The illegal district wasn’t big. It wasn’t like Continent F, which had a lot of land and resources and could dig for gems. It was a rough place.

Due to geographical reasons, the illegal district preferred to develop high technology. Only technology did not need vast land to obtain enough tempting wealth.

Qiao Nian could guess that Bo Jingxing wanted her to help pull strings in the illegal district.

She wasn’t angry. "I’ll help facilitate the collaboration between the Ninth Branch and the illegal district. Of course, you have to discuss the specific conditions yourselves."

Bo Jingxing raised the cup to cover his lips and smiled, his eyes bright. "Thank you."

Qiao Nian wasn’t angry, but she felt that she was not on the same side as him. After nodding slightly, she stood up and turned to leave. "Contact me when the time comes."

Bo Jingxing had long expected this outcome. He did not feel terrible. He watched the girl get up and leave. Then, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.

He did not want to mention this either. However, as the person in charge of the Ninth Branch, he needed to ask clearly so that he could know what he should do next.

However, Bo Jingxing wasn’t worried that Ye Wangchuan would find out.

He knew that Qiao Nian wasn’t the kind of person who would gossip behind others’ backs. Only the two of them would know about this conversation.

**

In the kitchen.

Ye Wangchuan had just brought out the ’hangover soup’ when he saw Qiao Nian entering the living room.

He walked over with the steaming porcelain bowl, placed it on the table, then squatted down and asked softly, "Why are you here? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Nian rarely touched alcohol. She had been forced to drink a lot by Guan Yan tonight, so her stomach was not very comfortable. However, she shook her head and looked a little tired. "I’m fine."

Ye Wangchuan touched the girl’s forehead. It was cold. He frowned and handed her the warm soup. "Sit up and drink this. It’s warm."

Qiao Nian was helped up by him and took a sip of the ’hangover soup’. The spicy soup entered her throat and rolled into her stomach, slightly relieving the spasming feeling.

Qiao Nian felt a little better, and her brows relaxed a little.

Ye Wangchuan supported her with one hand and fed her with the other. His actions were meticulous and gentle. "Only you can make me serve you like this."

His tone was half-joking and half-teasing.

However, Qiao Nian was already a little drunk and did not have much strength left. She didn’t hear what he was saying clearly.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her obedient appearance as she lazily leaned against him and drank the soup. His thin lips curled up. "I’ll send you back to your room to sleep later."

"Mm." Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes as if she had heard him and replied vaguely.

Ye Wangchuan waited for her to finish most of the bowl until she was unwilling to drink anymore. Then, he placed the bowl on the table and helped her to her room.

...

On the second floor.

Qiao Nian’s room.

Ye Wangchuan placed Qiao Nian on the bed and tucked her in. Then, he went to the bathroom to wash a towel with cold water. He wrung it out and wiped the girl’s face.

Qiao Nian was not particularly drunk. She could feel the cold touch on her face, and it was quite comfortable to lower the temperature of her burning skin.

She raised her delicate and fair chin slightly and grabbed the man’s wrist before asking hoarsely, "Ye Wangchuan?"