TBTAMN Chapter 132

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 4) Chapter 132(3)

Nan Jun patted Qiao Yun’s hand naturally, and only realized what she had done when dirt fell on the back of his fair hand.

Embarrassed, Nan Jun withdrew her hand, a crack appearing on her otherwise composed expression. She had made such an impression on her husband on their very first meeting; she wondered if he would still let her touch him in the future!

“Then come back quickly…”

Qiao Yun slowly released Nan Jun’s arm, showing no displeasure at the fact that she had dirtied his hands.

He believed her; for some reason, he believed everything she said.

“May I borrow your handkerchief?”

Nan Jun suddenly spoke, and Qiao Yun, without asking any questions, simply pulled a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it into Nan Jun’s hand.

Nan Jun stared blankly at the handkerchief she had dirtied in her hand, then turned and disappeared into the dilapidated temple.

Qiao Yun sat by the fire, his little body tucked in his arms, his face flushed red from the heat, lost in thought.

In no time, Nan Jun rushed back carrying a cleaned chicken, with a damp handkerchief clutched tightly in her other hand.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Qiao Yun’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stood up, finally feeling relieved.

Nan Jun’s hands, which she had already washed clean by the river, seemed somewhat out of place with the dirt on her body. In her outstretched palms was the handkerchief she had just asked Qiao Yun for.

“Wipe your hands first!”

Nan Jun handed Qiao Yun the handkerchief she had just washed, then tore off a thicker branch, skewered the chicken in her hand, and put it over the fire.

For some reason, holding the cold handkerchief, Qiao Yun felt a surge of heat in his heart.

Something indescribable was welling up inside him, leaving him somewhat at a loss. The feeling was so unfamiliar.

Nan Jun carefully turned the chicken in her hands, her tightly pursed lips slightly upturned, showing the host’s good mood.

“I…I’m called Qiao Yun, what’s yours?”

Qiao Yun blushed and moved closer to Nan Jun, mustering his courage to ask.

This was the first time he had ever told a woman his name. His father and teacher had taught him since childhood not to reveal his name and age to a woman casually, but for some reason, he just wanted to tell her and hear her call his name.

Nan Jun paused, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes, but remembering her current status, she swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

“Young Master Qiao, you may call me Jun.”

Nan Jun longed to call him Yun’er again, and to hear him sweetly call her Sister Jun, but her current identity was not suitable to be revealed. If she ruined important matters, it would be even more distant for them to be together again in the future.

“Gulls and egrets roam the clear sands, orchids and fragrant herbs grow on the secluded islet.” Qiao Yun looked up at Nan Jun with her little face raised.

Nan Jun nodded gently and smiled, “The reflection holds the clear water, and the shadows gather on the long green moss.”

Qiao Yun silently murmured the name, wanting to ask her surname, but then stopped himself.

She was agile and eloquent, and was definitely not a simple beggar. Since she was unwilling to reveal her full name today, he couldn’t ask any further.

He just didn’t know her name. In this vast sea of people, how would he find her in the future?

Looking for her? Qiao Yun suddenly clenched the handkerchief in her hand. How could she have such a thought?

Stealing a glance at the woman who was diligently roasting chicken, Qiao Yun pursed her lips, clutching the handkerchief in her hand, and said softly, “Sister, you saved Yun’er’s life, so you are Yun’er’s benefactor. Why don’t you just call me Yun’er? That’s what my father and mother call me…”

“It was nothing, Young Master Qiao, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Nan Jun had called him “Yun’er” countless times in her heart, but now was not the time. They would have many years to call him that in the future.

His long eyelashes drooped, and the little boy pouted in disappointment, whether because of her aloofness or because she had never looked at him at all.

Nan Jun pulled out a lotus leaf from somewhere, placed the roasted chicken on it, and presented it to Qiao Yun with both hands.

“Eat up, but be careful, it’s hot.”

She gently tore off a chicken wing and handed it to Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun was taken aback. Did she know that she liked to eat chicken wings?

He took a small bite, and although it wasn’t as fragrant and sticky as the ones made by the chefs in the manor, it was extremely delicious. It was a taste that Qiao Yun had never tasted before. The little guy, who was very hungry, took another big bite.

“Eat slowly, all of this is yours.”

“Sister, you should eat too. Yun’er can’t finish a whole chicken.”

Qiao Yun assumed that Nan Jun had a hard time begging for food and that she must often go hungry, given how thin she was. With that in mind, Qiao Yun quickly put down the chicken wing in her hand, tore off a chicken leg, and stuffed it into Nan Jun’s hand.

Nan Jun looked at the chicken leg in her hand, then glanced up at the little figure. The light in his eyes stirred something within her.

Although the two did not speak much, the night was not lonely.

Fearing that Qiao Yun would be cold at night, Nan Jun stayed up all night, tending the fire and constantly adding firewood, just in case the little person huddled beside the fire got cold.

Before dawn, Nan Jun had no choice but to wake the person who was sleeping soundly with his little mouth open.

The beggars outside would gradually wake up after dawn, and Nan Jun didn’t want them to see Qiao Yun. Moreover, Nan Jun didn’t want people outside to see Qiao Yun returning to the mansion early in the morning, as a man’s reputation was extremely important.

Nan Jun gently whispered in the little one’s ear, “Yun’er, wake up, wake up quickly…”

Qiao Yun smacked his lips, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Helpless, Nan Jun could only place her cold hand on Qiao Yun’s face and gently pinch it: “Yun’er, it’s time to go home, wake up quickly.”

Qiao Yun let out a soft moan, and Nan Jun immediately removed her hand, moving a little further away from Qiao Yun before lowering her voice and saying, “Young Master Qiao, it’s almost dawn. I’ll take you home. Your family must be worried sick about not being able to find you.”

Qiao Yun looked at the woman in front of him in a daze. After listening to her, he remembered where he was and hurriedly used his hands to support himself and get up.

The little boy looked so cute in his dazed state that Nan Jun couldn’t help but chuckle. She stepped forward, extinguished the fire, and wiped her clean hands on the haystack next to the fire before leading Qiao Yun out of the dilapidated temple.

Nan Jun pulled a clean burlap sack from the dog hole at the entrance of the dilapidated temple and placed it behind her. Then she squatted down and said to the little figure who was slowly moving behind her, “It’s a bit far from the city. I’ll carry you to the city first, and then I’ll put you down when we get to a place with people.”

“But…but…”

Qiao Yun looked at the person squatting in front of her, unsure whether to accept or refuse.

“Come on up, it’s almost dawn.”

It was too late for her to take him back after daybreak. She had many things to do, and only after resolving these concerns could she stand openly by his side, protect him, and take care of him.

Nan Jun ran as fast as she could, trying to avoid people, and put Qiao Yun down at a corner not far from the Qiao residence. She whispered, “I’ll take you this far. Go home now!”