Chapter 1221: Call Him Dad

After that, she stopped looking into it.

The younger generations also need respect.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t feel offended.

Her mindset has always been stable.

She honestly said, “The Ye Family is related to me by blood.

I was adopted by Grandpa Nan in Green City when I was a child.”

Deng Chan suddenly understood, “Oh, that’s how it is.

Then I’ll find some time to visit the old man.”

“Huh?”

“Silly child, you’re married now.

The parents from both families should sit down and discuss things.

The wedding hasn’t been held yet.

As a junior, I can’t let the old gentleman come to find me.”

Nan Jiaojiao really didn’t know what to say, and saying thank you would seem too distant.

Her heart felt warmly moved, and she said sweetly, “Okay, then I’ll tell Grandpa when I get back, oh no, tomorrow.

Tomorrow I’ll find some time to give him a call and talk properly.”

“Look at how excited you are.”

Deng Chan patted her on the head.

The feeling under her palm was nice, and when Nan Jiaojiao was patted on the head, she would instinctively shrink her neck and glance upward.

Her little look was so endearing and adorable that no wonder Bo Yanching often teased her like a child.

Deng Chan never regretted not having children of her own in this life.

After Bo Mu passed away, she didn’t plan on remarrying.

The two children he left her with were very filial.

There was also Bo Yuman by her side, but that girl had a wild disposition since she was a child, even harder to manage than boys, so Deng Chan never experienced what it was like to have a ‘little cotton-padded jacket.’

Now with Nan Jiaojiao, it felt like heaven sent her to fill that gap.

She liked her no matter how she looked at her.

Dinner was ready, and each bowl was filled with rice.

Only then did Bo Yanching call them over to eat.

Many of the dishes were ones Nan Jiaojiao liked, and also flavors that Deng Chan and Bo Yuman enjoyed, placed right in front of them.

Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi, on the other hand, seemed as if they were picked up from the streets, since none of the dishes were to their taste.

They had to stretch their arms to get food, or else they’d have to go hungry.

After dinner, it was also the three men who cleaned up.

Nan Jiaojiao went to wash some fruits, brought them out, and cut them with Deng Chan to arrange on a plate.

Deng Chan especially arranged one plate to look very nice, with some cherry tomatoes on the side as decoration, and placed it under Bo Mu’s memorial portrait.

In the evening, no one did anything else.

The sofa was moved close to Bo Mu, and everyone sat together chatting idly.

Nan Jiaojiao, led by Bo Yanching, lit an incense stick for Bo Mu and burned some paper money in the censer.

Bo Yanching whispered in her ear, “Call him Dad.”

Nan Jiaojiao obediently turned to Bo Mu’s black-and-white picture and called “Dad.” She glanced at Bo Yanching, then turned her head away before he looked back, and solemnly said, “Don’t worry, Dad.

Bo Yanching has me now, and I will give him a home.”

Bo Yanching curled his lips, “Your voice is too low; he can’t hear it.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her voice and repeated the words.

The noisy room suddenly fell silent.

She clasped her hands together, fingers pressed against her forehead, awkwardly glancing back.

Four pairs of eyes on the sofa were all fixed on her, each with a teasing expression on their faces.

Nan Jiaojiao blushed furiously and quickly turned her head away.

Bo Yanching showed no reaction; he continued smiling, tearing the paper money and tossing it into the censer, then tearing some more.

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao over, stuffed some paper money into her hand, made her hold a bunch, and guided her hand to toss it into the fire.

He smiled and looked toward Bo Mu, “Dad, did you hear that?

Your son has someone by his side, rest easy.”

Deng Chan had been pressing a wine glass against her lips, and upon hearing this, there was a slight twitch at her eye corners.

She lifted her head and drank the whole glass, turned her head away, and wiped at her eye corner with her fingertip.

She lowly complained, “You brat, when he was alive, you didn’t call him Dad much.

Now…”