Chapter 1169: Pretending to Be the Bo Family’s Matriarch

Bo Yanching showed no expression on his face, his lips seemed to be smiling, but there was no warmth in his eyes, “Alright, thank you, Grandpa.”

Elder Bo frowned slightly, but was reasonably satisfied with his attitude, so he said nothing more.

Yet, when Bo Yanching mentioned he was leaving, Elder Bo stopped him, “It’s almost time for dinner, why are you leaving now?

There’s a place for you to stay here.

Your villa has been cleaned up, and since you’re staying in the Capital City for a few days, you’ll need a place to stay.

Nowhere is better than home.”

Bo Yanching turned around, “No, I don’t want to disturb your peace here, Grandpa, besides, I have work to do and need to go to the city center.

I can’t manage going back and forth every day.”

Elder Bo still had some thoughts, but Bo Yanching’s attitude left him uncertain.

He was polite enough as a junior, yet not that respectful.

Trying to find fault was pointless.

It was like punching a cotton ball, unable to do anything about him.

When leaving, he took Deng Chan along.

Elder Bo gave Maternal Auntie Wen a look.

Maternal Auntie Wen followed them out, but only stopped Deng Chan.

She smiled slightly and said, “Chan, don’t leave.

We won’t be at ease with you alone in the hotel.”

Deng Chan told Bo Yanching to go ahead and start the car; she’d handle this.

She turned around and glanced faintly.

The woman in front of her had been like this since she married in when she was young, always liking to wear dark or gold-edged cheongsams, her hair styled into a noblewoman’s bun, with every strand neatly in place.

Her eyebrows were not supposed to be like that, yet she always drew the ends slightly downwards.

Her nose was not high, her face was full, but her lips were somewhat thin, becoming more severe with age.

Realizing this earlier, Maternal Auntie Wen often dressed herself in a dignified and graceful manner.

She was only ten years older than Deng Chan.

In her younger days, to match Elder Bo, she intentionally dressed old-fashioned.

Her entire air of nobility was supported by money.

In essence, she was still short-sighted.

When speaking with Deng Chan, she’d lift her chin elegantly and nobly, “Since Muer has left, you’re still the daughter-in-law of the family.

The room you used to stay in is still available.

If you don’t like staying with your father and me, staying at Yanqing’s place is fine too.

I can talk to you heart-to-heart daily.”

Deng Chan sneered, “You?”

Maternal Auntie Wen was stunned for a moment but still smiled, “Is there something wrong?”

“What are you?

Do you deserve it?”

Maternal Auntie Wen’s smile finally cracked, she stared directly at Deng Chan, “Is this how you should speak to me?”

“Or what?”

Deng Chan, with her hands behind her back, did not pretend to be a noblewoman to avoid being awkward like Maternal Auntie Wen.

She raised her forehead and squinted like a dog looking through a crack.

She only needed a slight lift of her eyes to elevate her aura instantly, “At best, you’re just a concubine who hasn’t even been entered into the family genealogy.

In a few decades ago, someone of your status would be a concubine.”

“Oh, right, you are a concubine.

You didn’t even have the qualification to be formally married in.

You came in kneeling through the back door, endured for decades, and finally outlasted all the other little wives, but the one in Rongcheng City is still alive.

What makes you the lady of the Bo Family!”

Maternal Auntie Wen said nothing, still looking at Deng Chan with those eyes, but the hands she clenched together were becoming tighter, leaving several fingernail marks on the back of her hands.

Her mouth lifted slightly, “But I’m still your father’s Maternal Auntie.

Didn’t you just talk about those old ways?

Even if I’m not the one from Rongcheng City, you still have to respect me as an elder.”