Chapter 1209: Running Around for a Dead Man

Bo Family.

Bo Yanching, ignoring everyone’s objection, set up his father’s shrine in the villa where he lived.

Not far away was Old Master Bo’s residence.

In a fit of anger, the old master forbade any servant of the Bo Family from helping, and before today, he didn’t even allow Deng Chan to take a step inside.

Bo Yanching showed no sign of weakness.

Without any help from the Bo Family, he somehow found people elsewhere and even dispatched two teams of bodyguards from the Bo Group, guarding the inside and outside of the villa, making it impossible for anyone to approach.

Only then did everyone in the Bo Family suddenly realize that, even though Bo Yanching had been in Rongcheng for many years, at the Bo Group Headquarters in Capital City, his status was already unshakable.

Elder Bo waited for days but never saw Bo Yanching come to ask for forgiveness.

Knowing that Bo Yanching would come today, he personally waited at the front gate, sitting on the path he must pass.

“Master Bo.”

Han Che stopped the car, “Elder Bo is up ahead.”

Bo Yanching looked up, staring indifferently at the imposing Elder Bo.

Through the glass, his chiseled face was hidden in shadow, making it unclear what expression he wore.

But at that glance, his breath naturally deepened, his complexion seemed to ice over quickly, casting a layer of coldness.

“Seems like he’s waiting specifically for you.

Do you want to get out?”

Bo Yanching’s thin lips slightly moved, “Drive over?”

Drive over directly?

Han Che was momentarily stunned before catching the hint.

He turned the car slightly aside, stepped on the brake, and slowly stopped beside Elder Bo.

The car window rolled down, and Bo Yanching looked over unhesitatingly.

“Grandfather.”

“You still know I’m your grandfather!”

Elder Bo rested both hands on the dragon-headed cane, “Get out and talk to me.”

Bo Yanching’s face bore a slight smile, “Sorry, I have some difficulty with my legs and can’t get out of the car easily.

If you think it’s inappropriate, I’d appreciate your understanding.”

Elder Bo was about to get angry when Bo Yanching pushed open the car door, pretending to get out.

As his injured leg extended, Elder Bo’s eyelid twitched, and he pressed his cane against the door of the driver’s seat.

“Are you dead?

Hurry up and give him some support!”

Han Che hurriedly got out to help Bo Yanching, but Elder Bo spoke again, “I told you to steady him, why are you trying to pull him out?

Do you want his leg to be permanently disabled?”

Han Che didn’t dare to take on such a responsibility.

But he listened to Bo Yanching, so he didn’t move for a moment.

Only when Bo Yanching sat back in his seat, and Han Che’s hands found no more resistance, did he understand that his master was only making a show of it.

“Grandfather, you see, it’s indeed troublesome.

I can barely walk, so kindly do give way.

I’m in a hurry to see my dad.

If you have any instructions, just say them, I’ll listen.”

Elder Bo felt uncomfortable, but with Bo Yanching’s attitude, he couldn’t find fault.

It’s always like this, seemingly warm on the surface, yet those eyes held no warmth at all.

“Even with such an injury, you insist on doing all this yourself.

I said let the household servants handle the first seven days, you refused.

I specifically left a piece of land in the backyard for him, you refused too.

You’re exhausting yourself back and forth, your body might collapse.”

The implication being, it’s not worth all this trouble for someone dead.

Bo Yanching’s expression darkened for a moment.

It’s not that Elder Bo was particularly worried or cared much about his health.

It’s simply that right now, Bo Yanching was the only one in the Bo Family who was useful, who could bring the greatest benefit to the family.

But how could the CEO of Bo’s be a cripple?

Even if he dragged this injured body to observe the first seven days for his own father, it wasn’t acceptable.