Chapter 1143: Do You Regret Leaving Me Behind

Bo Yanching found it difficult to respond, as he was, after all, the junior.

Deng Chan didn’t mind, “Let me know when you’re heading back tomorrow, I’ll go at the same time.”

“Alright, I’ll have Han Che pick you up.”

“Keep your people.

I’ll drive myself, it’s more convenient.

By the way, Yuman is at the old house, right?”

“She should be.”

“The old man wouldn’t lock her up elsewhere.

That’s where she grew up.

If he has any conscience, he wouldn’t mistreat her.

Besides, the funeral is over.

There’s no reason to hold her back.

We can pick her up tomorrow; it’s not too late.”

Bo Yanching acknowledged, “Okay.”

Deng Chan stepped down two steps, “I’m leaving.”

“Take care.” Bo Yanching watched her with his eyes.

Deng Chan nodded in response, but didn’t go far before she couldn’t help turning back.

She stared at Bo Mu’s black and white photo for a long time, until her eyes grew misty, before looking away.

Bo Yanching took a few steps back, adjusted the pastries to keep them from getting wet in the rain, and spoke with the cemetery manager, giving him a tip and some instructions.

“Did you start investigating the night Uncle got drunk?” Mo Tingshen asked.

Bo Yanching replied, “I had Han Che look into it.

I’m not around here much, so it might take longer due to lack of connections.”

Mo Tingshen hesitated for a moment, “Can’t your second sister investigate?

Isn’t she the captain of the special police team?”

“It’s not suitable for her to get involved in this kind of thing.

It could lead to accusations.

I’ll handle it.”

“I’m just mentioning it, not implying anything else.

The Bo Family deliberately kept things from you for a few days.

By the time you investigate, any evidence that needed to be destroyed would mostly be gone.

Pay attention to any small clues.”

“Yeah.”

With Bo Yanching’s limited mobility, Mo Tingshen supported him, while Xu Shu held an umbrella for him but didn’t neglect himself, holding one as well.

Only Mo Tingshen was half-exposed to the rain.

He didn’t squeeze under the umbrella, but with many steps ahead, Bo Yanching’s injured leg made it difficult to ascend, even more so to descend carefully.

Better to carry him down.

Just as the thought occurred to Mo Tingshen, Bo Yanching suddenly stopped and looked at a willow tree not far away.

He paused slightly, his thin lips curling into a barely noticeable arch.

Nan Jiaojiao came over, squeezing under his umbrella, her eyes fixed on him.

“Why did you follow me?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t speak immediately.

It was just one day without hearing his voice, but now when she heard it, it seemed to be soaked in rainwater, low and deep, sounding misty.

Like he was about to cry.

She had clearly watched him for a long time without seeing him cry.

How long had he been holding it in?

“Did you guess I would come?”

Bo Yanching looked down at her, “I guessed, but I didn’t expect you to catch up so quickly.”

“Do you regret leaving me behind?”

Bo Yanching’s thin lips pressed together, a hint of resilience flashing in his deep eyes.

“Yeah.”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him unblinkingly, “Alright, then I forgive you.”

“Jiaojiao?”

“You wonder why I’m not making a fuss, right?”

Nan Jiaojiao candidly said, “There’s no need for drama.

I’m not clueless.

I’ll make a fuss when it’s needed.

You had your reasons for not taking me, and I’m not asking now.

Since you apologized, I forgive you.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Smiling, “I have an apartment in the city.

We can stay there tonight.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, supporting him down the steps.

Leaving behind three people who didn’t get the juicy story they wanted but instead got an unexpected show of affection.