Chapter 1225: King Yan and the Little Ghosts

Bo Yichen shivered, sobering up halfway.

Maternal Auntie Wen instructed the servant to help him to the sofa to sit down, “Go make some hangover soup for the Fifth Young Master.”

The servant received the order and left.

Maternal Auntie Wen personally poured a cup of hot water, walked back, and handed it to Bo Yichen.

She glanced at his attire: a silver-white suit with a floral tie—now loosened—the shirt buttons seemingly yanked off abruptly, with two missing and only a bit of thread hanging on.

His outfit looked formal, yet not quite dignified.

He resembled a playboy.

He must have just come from some social event.

Maternal Auntie Wen casually asked, “Where did you just come back from?”

“I went to a social event with my dad and met some people.” Bo Yichen loosened his tie further, tried to lean back on the sofa, but the posture was uncomfortable, so he lifted his body and fell back into the seat.

His movement made Maternal Auntie Wen, sitting beside him, bounce slightly too.

She held a cup of hot water, hadn’t taken a sip, but the rim touched her lips, the water splashing onto her chin.

She wiped away the water with her other hand, glanced sideways at the man half-lying on the sofa.

A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she placed the cup back on the coffee table without drinking.

“I remember you mentioned a big project recently; how’s it going?

Did you secure it?”

“What do you mean secure it!”

Bo Yichen suddenly became spirited, as if his sore spot was touched, and shouted, “We discussed the project alright, but somehow they got wind that Bo Yanching is in the Capital City.

They kept hinting for us to facilitate an introduction, saying it’s difficult to meet Third Master Bo normally.

Since we have this project cooperation, it’s a good chance to meet in person and officially get acquainted.

My dad and I couldn’t even steer the conversation, and no matter how I tried to bring it back to the project, those old foxes wouldn’t take the bait!”

Maternal Auntie Wen snorted inwardly.

They’re not fools, after all.

Even in the Underworld, they know King Yan is the greatest, and at most, Bo Yichen is just some minor ghost not even in the ranks.

He’s been in the company for many years, yet still needs his dad to supervise when socializing.

Projects he secures on his own are minimal, if any, they’re insignificant ones.

Given the choice between him and Bo Yanching, anyone with sense knows whom to choose.

But although Maternal Auntie Wen was keenly aware, she never showed any signs of it in front of Bo family members.

After all, Bo Yichen isn’t her biological grandson.

She just nonchalantly asked, “And what happened then?”

“Of course, the talks fell apart, what else could there be!”

Maternal Auntie Wen raised her eyebrows slightly but said nothing more.

The servant came over with the hangover soup, and asked Maternal Auntie Wen, who didn’t extend her hand, but glanced at Bo Yichen, making the servant understand.

“Fifth Young Master, please have some hangover soup.”

Bo Yichen didn’t move, so the servant brought the soup in front of him, the pungent ginger smell wafting up.

Bo Yichen pushed it away in disgust.

“Take it away, what rubbish is this!”

The servant, afraid the soup might spill, quickly shielded it, “But…”

“Take it away.” Maternal Auntie Wen said.

The servant then took the soup away.

“Grandma Wen, you tell me, how is my working ability?

It’s there for all to see.

I’m not necessarily worse than Bo Yanching, but once he appears, I lose all my status, and even clients want me to introduce him.

Why should I?

Bo Yanching, who does he think he is, deserving me to pave the way for him in the Capital City!”