Chapter 1226: Isn't It All the Same Who Lives There

Maternal Auntie Wen nearly wanted to laugh.

The word “dumb” was too generous to describe Bo Yichen.

However, considering he called her “Grandma Wen,” she was willing to humor the fool.

“When your grandpa wakes up tomorrow and you’re sober, talk to him properly about how well you’ve done in the company all these years and that you deserve a promotion.”

Bo Yichen’s eyes lit up, “You also recognize my ability?”

Maternal Auntie Wen wasn’t so blind as to be hypocritical, and she wouldn’t easily respond, “You still need to use your strength to prove it to your grandpa.”

Bo Yichen snorted, “It would be great if Bo Yanching wasn’t around.

If they have me, why do they need him?

Grandpa is confused now, but in time, he’ll definitely realize who’s truly devoted to him.”

Maternal Auntie Wen’s eyes darkened.

Devotion?

Who couldn’t put on a show of it?

And yet, Elder Bo was set on leaving all the inheritance to the least devoted, Bo Yanching.

Bo Yichen’s antics tonight stirred some sad memories, and she was too tired to deal with it.

“Someone, take the Fifth Young Master back to his room to rest.”

Two servants helped Bo Yichen up but hesitated about where to take him.

“Madam, where should the Fifth Young Master stay?”

Maternal Auntie Wen replied coolly, “Isn’t there a storage room on the third floor?”

“Storage room, sto…

Isn’t that the room Second Master used to stay in?”

“Can’t stay there?” With a glance from Maternal Auntie Wen, “He’s dead; what use is the room empty?

Anyone can stay there.”

Her words dropped, and Maternal Auntie Wen turned to go upstairs.

The servants didn’t dare ask further and followed with Bo Yichen in tow.

As they reached the landing on the way to the second floor, Bo Yichen glanced out the window and suddenly froze.

He pushed away from the servants, stumbled to the window, leaned out significantly, and stared wide-eyed at Bo Yanching’s villa.

“What’s wrong?”

Maternal Auntie Wen turned back, walked down a few steps, reaching behind him.

Following his gaze, she fixed her eyes on a particular window.

Her expression stiffened for a moment, then a smile played at her lips.

…

Nan Jiaojiao ate a little, then walked a bit further and went behind the screen to open a window.

“Are you tired?”

Deng Chan came downstairs, facing Nan Jiaojiao, who was leaning slightly against the window sill.

She looked up slightly, “Not really, I’m used to staying up late.”

“There’s a natural spring in the Bo Family, I can take you there for a soak.”

Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback, “Won’t we have to keep watch here?”

“We’ll just be gone a short while, just let them know.

I usually go to sleep early.

If I don’t find a way to relax now, I’ll still be tired tomorrow.

I don’t want more crow’s feet.

Just accompany me.”

As Deng Chan spoke, her tone softened, almost like she was acting spoiled.

Of course, Nan Jiaojiao agreed, though being with Deng Chan alone still felt a bit pressuring, so she looked around, “Where’s Second Sister?

Let’s ask if she wants to go.”

“She often leaves the moment she gets a call.

She’ll definitely be back tonight.

Even if you call now, she might not pick up, so we can just let her know when she returns.”

Nan Jiaojiao had no choice but to nod, “Alright then.”

“You go ahead first, I’ll point you in the direction.

Just follow the path straight, then turn right.

There are robes there.

I’ll go upstairs and mix a face mask for us to use together.”

Deng Chan pointed out the direction through the window.

Nan Jiaojiao memorized the direction in her mind, told Deng Chan she’d go ahead, and, as she left, made sure to say goodbye to Bo Yanching.