Chapter 1218: Wasn't This Supposed to Be the First Seven-Day Vigil

Nan Jiaojiao shivered all over, like a firecracker suddenly exploded next to her ear.

Bo Yanching was not one to back down either, retorting, “Stop using this as an excuse and don’t bring up my age.

I’m only thirty, you’re a year older than me.

Why can’t I find a younger wife?

If you have the guts, you can find someone younger too.”

“Do I look as shameless as you?”

Bo Yuman was about to charge forward again, but Yaen Chi held her back firmly, advising, “Don’t, second sister, there’s no need.

Calm down; they really are in love, I can vouch for it.”

Bo Yuman turned her head instantly, staring at Yaen Chi as if looking at trash, “Birds of a feather!”

Yaen Chi was stunned for a moment.

Whoa, their unstoppable second sister knows idioms now?

“Let go!”

As Bo Yuman shook her hand, Yaen Chi let go, then quickly rushed over to intervene again.

Nan Jiaojiao was startled once more.

She even looked around, wondering if she had come to the wrong place.

Weren’t they supposed to keep vigil over the deceased?

Nan Jiaojiao should have noticed something was off earlier when Yaen Chi brought out the Yezi brand mahjong.

“Bo Mu wouldn’t want us to send him off crying and wailing.

Whatever the usual was like, today remains the same.

It’s not disrespectful; in fact, this lively environment is what he loved.”

Aunt Chan explained to her, “You don’t need to feel burdened.

Later on, you can also light some incense and burn some paper money for him.

You’re his daughter-in-law now.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded with an “Okay.”

Aunt Chan held her hand, “Why don’t you tell me what kind of wedding you want?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes widened slightly, just about to speak, when Bo Yanching’s irritated voice came from behind, “Today isn’t suitable for that conversation.

There will be a wedding; we’ll have it when we get back to Rongcheng City.”

Bo Yanching grabbed the back of Bo Yuman’s neck and tossed her onto the sofa, with a stern face.

He pressed her shoulder back down when she tried to get up.

He turned to hold Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, speaking with a tenderness that could drip water, “Were you scared?”

The enormous contrast made the other two women question reality; they had never seen such an expression on Bo Yanching’s face before.

Was it indulgence?

This was rarer than a shooting star.

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, “No, my stepmom and second sister have been very kind to me.”

Afraid Bo Yanching wouldn’t believe her, she showed him the bracelet on her wrist, “Stepmom gave this to me.

Can I keep it?”

Bo Yanching looked towards Aunt Chan.

“This is a meeting gift.

The bridal gift will be prepared separately.

Don’t worry, Mother believes we won’t disrespect you.

I’m very satisfied with this daughter-in-law.”

Bo Yanching’s eye twitched slightly, his expression awkward, “Thank you, Aunt Chan.

I’m taking her with me to stay together.”

“Why so protective?

We’re not going to eat her.”

Bo Yuman snapped with her neck stiffened.

Bo Yanching gritted his teeth and shot back, “Shut up!”

Bo Yuman’s neck shrank, and she really fell silent.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t dare to speak anymore, fearing she’d be accidentally caught up in the crossfire of the gods fighting.

As Bo Yanching led her away, she obediently followed, but remembered to go back and grab the marriage certificate on the sofa, also asking Bo Yuman for the one in her possession.

“Second sister, can I have the red certificate back?”

Bo Yuman looked down.

She had been clutching it during the scuffle, and the edges had crumpled a bit.

Feeling guilty, she sheepishly glanced at Bo Yanching, quietly smoothed out the edges, and handed it back to Nan Jiaojiao.

Smiling, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ve already taught him a lesson.

If he ever bullies you, you can tell me, second sister can handle him.

I’m definitely not the kind of sister-in-law who plays favorites; I’m your sister from your parental home.”