Chapter 1210: Estrangement

“Then, Grandpa, what do you mean?”

Elder Bo thought for a moment, “Well, there’s no need for you to keep vigil all night.

After you’ve offered incense and burned the paper for your dad, come to my place.

The room is already prepared for you.

Stay at home tonight.”

“I have a few friends coming, Grandpa, where will you arrange for them to stay?”

Bo Yanching smiled, and his smile made Elder Bo’s expression improve significantly, thinking Bo Yanching accepted his advice, “They can also stay at my place, next to your room.”

Bo Yanching asked calmly, “Then if I’m not watching over my father, who will?”

“Let the butler choose a few servants at random to watch for a night.

It’s rare for you to come back.

Spend the evening with me to meet a few friends.

I’ve booked the restaurant you liked as a child.”

Bo Yanching’s expression completely darkened, not a trace of a smile left, and a sense of killing intent shone in his eyes.

This is his own son’s seven-day mourning!

Yet he can still plot at a time like this.

Bo Yanching laughed coldly, “Then I must trouble Grandpa to inform those friends of yours that I can’t attend.

I will keep vigil for my dad’s seven-day mourning.

He doesn’t even have a place to stay in this house.

As his son, I won’t go so far as to let him have nowhere to go even after he’s dead.”

Elder Bo paused, the relaxation from before was quelled by Bo Yanching’s words.

Who to choose indeed!

“Later, when my friends arrive, Grandpa, please don’t stop them, and there’s no need to worry about our meals and accommodation.

My place is spacious and can accommodate people.

Besides, my dad wasn’t fond of socializing during his life and preferred quiet.

No need for family members to come over.”

Elder Bo’s eyelids twitched violently.

“Grandpa, no need to wait for me either.

I’m in deep mourning, not suitable to disturb you.”

With that, Bo Yanching called out to Han Che, who returned to the driver’s seat.

As the car moved, Bo Yanching rolled up the window, unfazed by Elder Bo’s intimidating expression.

He slightly curved his lips, maintaining a distant smile and nodding slightly at Elder Bo.

As the car window rose, his expression instantly turned cold.

Elder Bo was riled up, “What does he mean by this?

Just because I lost a son, doesn’t mean I’m not sad!

Is it wrong for me to help him build connections?

He hasn’t returned for many years, his relationships in the Capital City have weakened, and I was willing to personally take him there, yet he dares to refuse.

Is his father’s death more important than Bo’s?!”

Maternal Auntie Wen bent down, patting his chest to calm him down, “Don’t be angry, Yanqing didn’t mean it that way.

He respects you.”

“Him?”

Elder Bo glared coldly at the car, “I can’t see it.

He was so sickly as a child; everyone said he wouldn’t live long.

I was the one who saved him and groomed him to be Bo’s successor.

And now he repays me like this, you say—”

Elder Bo paused for a moment, hesitating yet certain as he asked, “Has this child grown distant from me a long time ago?”

Maternal Auntie Wen dared not answer this question.

Bo Yanching wasn’t born to her.

The one in Rongcheng City is still alive.

Moreover, over the years by Elder Bo’s side, she saw it clearly.

The Bo Family isn’t short of talented people to cultivate, but Elder Bo has always favored Bo Yanching, long appointed him as the successor, with that old-school thinking ingrained in him.

Bloodline, all that about the firstborn grandson.

Bo Yanching is too exceptional, completely outshining everyone else.

Maternal Auntie Wen kept silent, continuing to gently pat Elder Bo’s chest.

“Forget it, I’ll allow him to be presumptuous for a day.

For those friends he mentioned, keep an eye on them.

Investigate the background of everyone who comes.”