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“Thank you.”

What?

The gratitude from Bo Yanching left everyone present stunned.

Nan Jiaojiao walked to the front, heaving a silent sigh, as Bo Qingshan tugged her.

He wanted to strike a dashing figure like his Third Uncle, hiding someone behind him, but whether it was his lack of strength, or Nan Jiaojiao’s weight resembling that of a rock, he couldn’t move her.

Fortunately, the proud precious grandchild didn’t show weakness.

When he couldn’t pull her, he walked to the front himself.

With his chin up, he couldn’t be bothered to clearly see the expressions of those in front of him, and chimed in, “Yes, thank you, everyone.

Now, my Sister Jiaojiao can cleanly marry into the Bo Family.”

Ye Xinyu asked, “Who are you?”

“Me?”

Bo Qingshan laughed with a semblance of importance, “Bo Qingshan, my Third Uncle’s biological nephew.

In the future, after his centennial, I’ll inherit his assets.”

Bo Yanching ???

He can’t produce an heir himself?

Ye Xinyu clung to the question, “Marry into the Bo Family?

To whom?”

“Who else could it be, of course, it’s—”

Bo Qingshan was about to point his thumb at his own nose when a force suddenly grabbed his throat of fate, lifting him like a chick to the back.

Bo Yanching stepped forward with his long legs and replied, “Me.”

“Bang!”

Ye Junliang couldn’t steady the cane, taking a step forward, and suddenly losing balance, grabbing a chair and falling to the ground.

Ye Congde quickly helped him up.

Before he could stand firm, Ye Junliang hurriedly walked over and stood a meter and a half away from Bo Yanching, his pupils trembling violently, lips quivering, his old face flushed red, glaring at the man in front.

“Bo, Third Master Bo, did you just say you want to marry our Jiaojiao?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t the Ye Family not acknowledge her?”

“Who said that!”

Ye Junliang was very anxious, pushing Ye Congde aside, abandoning the cane, and anxiously saying, “Jiaojiao is my youngest son’s biological daughter and my biological granddaughter.

Blood ties can’t be cut, how could I not acknowledge her.”

Bo Yanching’s expression remained calm, with a trace of disdain in his long dark eyes, “I personally asked Madam Lin, as a mother, she said she wouldn’t recognize her, so that’s it.

Isn’t there a bit of indulgence from the Ye Family in her attitude?”

“She’s just being reckless!

A wife is ultimately an outsider; a biological granddaughter is real.

I’d rather not have the daughter-in-law, I want Jiaojiao!”

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuyun’s expression couldn’t be described as anything but unpleasant.

There was also shame and disgrace.

Chen Nian, another daughter-in-law, felt uncomfortable, but seeing Lin Shuyun’s look of anger not daring to speak, without a trace of her earlier arrogance, her mood lifted a bit.

But, glimpsing at Ye Xinyu, she felt troubled again.

She had always believed Ye Xinyu to be highly favored in front of Bo Yanching.

Every time she asked, Ye Xinyu said President Bo had a good impression of her.

She was dreaming of becoming Bo Yanching’s mother-in-law, but now…

The person turned out to be Nan Jiaojiao!

Bo Yanching’s expression softened slightly.

He said lightly, “Is that so.”

He didn’t ask anyone else, walking to a pear wood chair nearby and sitting down, his distinct fingers grabbing the armrest.

He took a cup and poured himself tea.

The living room was connected to the dining room, and in the vast space, no one spoke for a while.

Only Ye Congjie, standing behind the crowd, squinted at Nan Jiaojiao, seemingly understanding something, with the corner of her lips pulling a brief mocking smile before pulling Ye Congzheng to sit down, grabbing chopsticks and signaling Ye Congzheng to start eating.

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