Chapter 1167: Where Did She Go

“Second Aunt, I…

I don’t have that much.”

“Does my son have that much?

You still dare to ask what you are owed!

Truly have the nerve!”

Bo Yichen’s face turned pale with fright,

“Second Aunt, that’s not what I meant; you misunderstood me.”

Deng Chan didn’t listen to his excuses, waved her hand, “Go upstairs, young man, and fulfill your filial duty.”

Bo Yichen wanted to say more, but he feared Bo Yanching, glanced at him, and dared not utter a word, going upstairs dejectedly.

Lunch was shared by Bo Yanching and Deng Chan.

Bo Li and his son stayed upstairs all the time, and the doctor hadn’t come down.

After lunch, Deng Chan went upstairs for a nap, and Han Che arrived with documents.

Bo Yanching was still concerned about Nan Jiaojiao, asking, “Where did she go?”

“Miss Nan went to the Pei Family.”

“Which Pei Family?”

Bo Yanching immediately thought of Pei Dongshi; he previously thought the surname Pei was familiar, but in Rongcheng City, there was no Pei surname to trace.

Unexpectedly, Pei Dongshi’s Pei was the Pei Family from the Capital City.

“That Pei Family, after I sent you back to the Bo Family, I went back to pick up Miss Nan.

The Pei family member personally received her at the door, it seems Elder Pei also liked her warmly.”

Bo Yanching’s brow briefly furrowed, then slowly relaxed into a smile.

Truly can’t underestimate his young girlfriend.

Her identity alone is legendary as others speak of, and her connections are a level that others may never reach in a lifetime.

“Prepare some gifts, I’ll visit the Pei Family once I recover a bit.”

Han Che readily agreed.

The living room became Bo Yanching’s office, and servants avoided it as much as possible.

At four in the afternoon, the doctors finally left.

Soon after, Bo Li and Bo Yichen assisted Elder Bo downstairs, with Maternal Auntie Wen following behind.

Deng Chan just came out of the room and caught sight of them, politely addressing, “Dad.”

Elder Bo did not show her a pleasant face, “Come downstairs, I have something to tell you all.”

Deng Chan acknowledged with an “oh” but did not follow them immediately, lagging a few steps behind.

Hearing footsteps, Bo Yanching handed the documents to Han Che, stood up, and greeted respectfully, “Grandfather.”

“It’s hard on you and your mother to have taken care of me these two days, old habit; something should have been handed over to you earlier.

When I became ill, they panicked, doing things without any order.”

Elder Bo sat down, and Maternal Auntie Wen covered his legs with a blanket.

“Did you take care of your father’s arrangements?” Elder Bo asked.

Bo Yanching nodded, “Yes.”

“On the seventh day,” Elder Bo sighed, “let’s commemorate him at home.

He grew up here, though he’s been away for years and seldom returned, but in death, he should return to his roots.”

Deng Chan seemed to sneer at that.

Basically implying that the old ideas of returning to one’s roots are outdated and stubborn, they hadn’t cared when alive, always ignored him—simply because Bo Mu didn’t follow his expectations to work in Bo’s and relinquished the family fortune.

As a Bo family member, this always made Elder Bo despise him even more, no care while alive, but posthumously trying to make amends.

If not for Bo Yanching, Bo Mu’s seventh-day service wouldn’t even know where to be held.

Bo Yanching looked at Elder Bo, his gaze calm, “Alright.”

Elder Bo scrutinized him, “You won’t be leaving this time now that you’re back, correct?”

It wasn’t a question but an order.

Bo Yanching raised his brows and gave a soft smile, “But I still need to return to Rongcheng City, Grandmother refuses to leave, someone has to stay by her side to take care of her.”