Chapter 1224: What's Missing

“I’m going to play a bit.”

Bo Yanching glanced at her, “Tired from sitting?”

“A little, my legs feel uncomfortable.

I’m going to move around.”

Bo Yanching tilted his head back slightly, “Go ahead, there’s food everywhere, help yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao stood up, using his shoulder for support as she did.

He played along by raising his shoulder under her grip and even pinched her fingers.

Once she was gone, Han Che dared to speak, “Master, can I finally play for real now?”

Bo Yanching asked, “How much did you lose earlier?”

“Three million to Madam, one million eight hundred thousand to the Second Miss, and three hundred thousand to the Young Madam.”

Bo Yanching gave him a once-over, “Is that all you lost?”

Han Che, being as sharp as he is, immediately understood the implication in Bo Yanching’s tone, that his master automatically disregarded the first two.

“Master, I really tried, but the Young Madam’s card skills are really hard to improve; there were many times I held back from winning.”

Bo Yanching nodded slightly, “Transfer the money from your account later.

After this round, you’re on your own for wins and losses.”

“Alright!

Thank you, Master Bo!”

…

A car drove into the Bo Family estate and stopped in front of the main building.

Bo Yichen stumbled out from the driver’s seat with half a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

He attempted to close the car door behind him, but it wouldn’t shut properly.

Angry, he cursed and kicked the door, leaving a dent with a loud “bang,” the force of which made him burp.

He took a few more swigs from the bottle, squinted toward Bo Yanching’s villa, and muttered something under his breath.

As he climbed the steps, he lost his footing, bracing himself on the ground, slowing his pace but still stumbling up a few steps.

He almost fell head-first at the feet of a servant who came out to check.

The servant was startled, calling out “Fifth Young Master” several times, and hurried over to help him.

“What are you yelling for?

I’m not a damn corpse lying there!

I’m not deaf, I can hear you, so why are you making noise in my ear!”

The servant, thinking he wasn’t being loud, didn’t dare to retort, “I’ll help you inside.”

“Where’s Grandpa?

I want to see Grandpa!”

“I want to ask him why he’s so indulgent with Bo Yanching.

When has the Bo Family ever held a funeral at home?

His father—everyone knows Grandpa never recognized him.

What right does he have to hold a seven-day service at home!”

“Let Grandpa come out, I’ll ask him, how am I any worse than Bo Yanching, I…

Hic!”

Bo Yichen’s speech was so hurried that a series of alcohol-induced hiccups rolled out, turning his face crimson.

He took a few more gulps, leaving only a little in the bottle.

Squinting at it, he saw double and couldn’t manage to pour the drink into his mouth.

In a fit of anger, he raised his hand to smash the bottle on the ground.

The servant’s face turned pale from fear, having to steady him with one hand while trying to block the other, worried he might actually let go.

“Fifth Young Master!

You can’t smash that!

The old master’s already asleep.

If you wake him up, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Watch your mouth!

How could I be in any trouble!”

Bo Yichen lashed out at the servant, but fortunately, he heeded those words and didn’t let the bottle drop.

The servant took the bottle and handed it to another person to bring it far away.

Maternal Auntie Wen watched from the second floor, holding onto the railing.

She wore a luxurious purple velvet nightgown, tightening the belt at her waist as she hurriedly descended the stairs.

She whispered, “Yichen, what are you making a fuss for?

I could hear you from my room, and you nearly woke up your grandpa.

If he sees you drunk like this, you’ll surely get another scolding.”