Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 788 - 786: Self-Inflicted Misfortune Cannot Be Lived (Second Update)
Seeing that Da Bao seemed to be choking, Nuonuo immediately grabbed a bottle of water, twisted it open, inserted a straw, and thoughtfully put the straw into Da Baoโs mouth. ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
Da Bao was served like an Emperor for a while. The sour feeling in his gums finally dissipated, and he felt relieved. Taking advantage of the red light stop, he leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, "Iโm fine now, no need to worry."
Nuonuo finally let out a sigh of relief, screwed the bottle cap back on, and lowered her head to put it away properly.
The evening sunlight appeared exceptionally gentle, slanting from the car window onto her, the golden rays casting a halo on her beautiful features, enhancing the mysterious allure of her facial contours shrouded in shadow.
"Nuonuo..."
Da Baoโs gaze was glued to her face, unable to move away.
"Uh-huh?!"
Nuonuo didnโt look up, still rummaging through the items in the storage box.
Da Bao initially wanted to say something to her but seeing her focused expression, he asked, "What are you looking for? Something to eat?"
Nuonuo still didnโt look up, "No, I just wanted to see if thereโs any stomach medicine here."
Da Bao was puzzled, why was this girl suddenly concerned about such things?
"Thereโs none. I never have stomach pain, why would there be stomach medicine in my car?"
As Da Bao said this, he completely forgot that just a few minutes ago, he had used stomach pain to cover up the overwhelming jealousy that had irritated him extremely.
Nuonuo raised her head in surprise and looked at him, "You never had stomach pain before, but you just said you did. No way, Iโll have to ask Mommy to prepare some stomach pain medicine to keep in the car when we get back."
Because Daddy has a stomach pain issue, although he rarely has attacks, almost every car at home is stocked with some stomach medicine. However, Da Baoโs car, since he came back, mainly carried the three siblings, so Da Bao only had the snacks his younger siblings loved and some external medicine for bumps and scrapes, but certainly no stomach medicine.
Now, with Nuonuoโs reminder, he remembered that he did casually mention stomach pain and had to try hard to cover up the lie.
"Silly, it wasnโt really stomach pain, just hunger. Iโll take care of myself, no need to prepare stomach medicine." He didnโt want Mommy and this little girl to worry unnecessarily.
But normally obedient to him, Nuonuo didnโt heed his words this time. As soon as they got home, she told Le Tong about his stomach pain.
It made Le Tong so nervous that she insisted on taking him to the hospital for a gastroscopy. Da Bao spent considerable effort to finally calm down the two anxious women, Mommy and Nuonuo.
After persuading the two women away, Da Bao lay exhausted on the sofa, finally understanding the saying "you reap what you sow."
Nuonuo went to the study to practice piano, Le Tong was in the kitchen preparing dinner with Aunt Guan, while Da Bao, feeling utterly bored, turned on the TV. A fashion show was being replayed.
Da Bao wasnโt interested in this and was about to switch to a news channel when a face gradually enlarged on the screen. Wasnโt that Ning Yan?
Da Baoโs fingers paused on the button, his gaze glued to that overly handsome face.
In terms of looks, Da Bao never felt he was inferior to this man.
As for charisma, Da Bao never believed he was below this man either.
Though this man wore a cool expression that made young girls scream, and his attire gave full play to his long-legged advantage, with tight pants and exaggerated furs.
But Da Bao was confident that this man was not on the same competitive level with him.
And as for that Guo Yuhang, his appearance could only be described as delicate, and his physique hadnโt fully developed, clearly a weakling, yet Da Bao was already unsettled by this person for the second time.
Thinking of Nuonuoโs expression when mentioning Guo Yuhang, Da Bao couldnโt help but feel irritable again. With a press of his finger, "snap," the screen went black.
Actually, he knew what he was afraid of.
Thereโs a saying that goes, "Every three years is a generational gap." And between him and Nuonuo, there was a six-year gap, strictly speaking, spanning two generational gaps.
His world was something Nuonuo didnโt understand.
And Nuonuoโs world, he believed he understood, but in reality, no matter how smart or capable he was, it was impossible to fully integrate into her ageโs world.
Guo Yuhang, however, was precisely like Nuonuo, a budding sapling in a blooming corner, both basking in the same sunshine and undergoing the same rain and wind.
Da Bao sat on the sofa daydreaming, suddenly hearing Nuonuoโs phone message alert.
Initially, he didnโt want to pay attention, since it was the little girlโs privacy. Even if he liked her, even if he was her brother, he shouldnโt pry too much into her secrets.
Of course, if she was willing to show him voluntarily, that would be another matter.
But the alert kept sounding for a while, indicating that someone had sent the little girl a string of messages.
Perhaps it was something urgent?
The little girl had a very good habit of putting her phone, iPad, and such items, along with her backpack, on the display rack as soon as she got home, and then focusing on practicing piano.
Da Bao picked up her phone from the rack, turned on the screen, but found the sender was an unnamed stranger number, with twelve messages displayed from the same number.
Da Bao slightly frowned but still, out of curiosity, held the phone and walked into the study, pushing open the practice room door to interrupt.
"Nuonuo, someone sent you a dozen messages. Check out who it is and if itโs anything urgent."
Nuonuo stopped, took the phone, looked at the number, and her puzzled expression mirrored Da Baoโs, "Who is this? I donโt know this person, why send me so many messages in a row?"
Muttering, she poked the screen and opened the messages, reading from the first one.
Da Bao didnโt lean over to look, just stood by her side.
"Who is it, spam?"
Nuonuo had read two messages before saying, "Not spam, itโs Ning Yan."
"Ning Yan? Why is he messaging you?"
Da Bao was a bit annoyed, and his voice involuntarily rose. In all these years of Nuonuoโs endorsements, besides Mr. Mai and Zhang Ziweng, no one else had the gall to privately contact Nuonuo.
"I donโt know either..."
Nuonuo replied very innocently, still looking down as she read.
"If itโs nothing important, just delete it." Da Bao said with quite a bit of anger.
Nuonuo quickly finished reading all the messages, handed the phone directly to Da Bao.
"Brother, you delete it. I didnโt expect this person to be quite boring."
With that, she turned around and resumed her piano practice.
Only then did Da Bao feel a bit more at ease, taking the phone and looking at it. It was nothing more than asking why Si Han never showed up in the group anymore and some casual chatter. Indeed, just as Nuonuo said, this person was quite boring!
