Chapter 1165: Which Day Is the Head-Seven

After Bo Yanching left, Nan Jiaojiao called her godmother.

She finally remembered where she’d heard the name “Deng Chan” before.

The Bo Family.

Bo Yanching was sitting on the sofa, a cup of tea in front of him, but he didn’t touch it and was constantly focused on the documents on his phone.

Deng Chan was sitting on the other sofa, binge-watching shows.

Suddenly, a group of people came in from outside, Bo Li and several doctors walked side by side, talking as they entered, catching bits of conversation without needing to listen carefully; it was nothing but news about Elder Bo’s condition.

Seeing the mother and son sitting in the living room, Bo Li’s face immediately darkened, he whispered two sentences to the doctors before walking over to the sofa.

“Sister-in-law.”

Deng Chan looked up, barely forcing a smile, “Hello.”

Bo Li’s eyelids twitched a few times, “Sister-in-law seems quite spirited, second brother has only been gone a few days, and you’ve already bounced back.

My second brother was generous to you when he was alive, and now that he’s dead, you haven’t shed a single tear.

Honestly, I wonder if this so-called free love has any true feelings at all.

Dad’s not well, keep the TV volume down.”

Deng Chan blinked her eyes, then turned her head towards Bo Yanching, “Son, he’s scolding me.”

Bo Yanching glanced faintly, “Scold him back.”

“Alright then!”

Deng Chan took a deep breath, about to open her mouth to retort, but as she released that breath, she deflated like a balloon, looking bitterly at Bo Yanching, “Should I cry now?

I haven’t wailed yet, is this disappointing your dad?

His seven-day memorial isn’t even over and here I am watching shows, shouldn’t I be in mourning for three years at least?”

Bo Yanching’s lips curled slightly, a smile that was not quite a smile.

Deng Chan hesitated for a moment, “No, I should be eating vegetarian, going to the market every now and then to buy fish and release them into the sea, accumulating virtue for your dad, or else I’ll definitely face retribution.”

“Oh, right, do you remember which day your dad’s seven-day memorial is?”

Deng Chan stared at Bo Yanching for a while, then turned to Bo Li, “Big brother, do you know the exact day my husband died?”

Bo Li almost choked.

Furious too.

Also flustered.

They hid the news of Bo Mu’s death, not notifying anyone from the second household, which in itself was unjust.

Especially since Bo Yanching was looking at him with suspicion, and he didn’t dare to meet his gaze.

A lump formed in his throat, forcing out a sentence, “Don’t interrogate me here.

If second brother’s death wasn’t concealed, the entire Bo Family would be shamed…”

Bo Yanching’s expression suddenly turned sharp, his eyes and brows were fierce, like a knife aimed directly at Bo Li.

Bo Li felt a jolt, noticing Bo Yanching’s stare, his heart sank inexplicably, his aura diminished by half, trying to exert family head prestige, but Bo Yanching’s mere look made him unable to confront directly.

“Dad will explain it to you when he wakes up.”

Deng Chan let out an “Oh”, “Then why are you still standing here, quickly go check on your dad.

You’re asking for it, coming to provoke me, the Qing dynasty is long gone, yet you still want me to follow widows’ customs, so outdated.”

“You…

your mouth!”

Bo Mu couldn’t handle her, nor could he engage in this verbal spat with a woman, saying a few more words would only infuriate him.

“Yichen, let’s go upstairs!”

He called his son and led the doctors upstairs.

Bo Yichen lagged several steps behind, properly greeting Deng Chan and Bo Yanching.

“Second aunt, third brother.”