Chapter 1227: Who Is That

Bo Yanching didn’t want to play cards anymore and wanted to go with her.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at his leg.

In fact, soaking in water might be a good idea, but before she could finish hesitating, Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi hoisted him up on each side and refused to let him move.

They had nearly lost their pants; letting him leave was out of the question.

Besides, why would he follow the girl so closely when she was going for a bath?

Nan Jiaojiao tactfully smoothed things over, saying she would go with Deng Chan instead, so Bo Yanching didn’t insist, but he called for two maids to lead her to the hot spring.

Meanwhile, at the main villa.

Bo Yichen happened to see Nan Jiaojiao opening a window.

Her hands were clasped together, her body angled, neck gracefully extended, and with a beam of light hitting her, she seemed to be glowing.

His gaze was fixed.

Grandma Wen’s voice rang out; his eyes didn’t even flinch as he asked, “Grandma Wen, who is she?”

Maternal Auntie Wen glanced over, a different thought suddenly crossed her mind.

“Not sure.”

“You’ve met most of the debutantes in the Capital City, haven’t you seen her before?”

She was silent for a few seconds, hesitated, “I really haven’t.

She’s a new face; she might be your third brother’s friend.”

“Bo Yanching, what female friends could he have?

The only one I know is Yi Qinghuan, but wasn’t the marriage plan dropped?”

Bo Yichen wasn’t actually asking, nor did he care about the answer, “Do you think she might be someone brought back by Bo Yanching’s friends?”

To someone like him, as long as a man isn’t married, the women around are just for play.

He and his friends keep changing partners every few days, and it’s not unusual for them to share; women to him are merely playthings.

As long as it’s not Bo Yanching’s woman, it’s fair game for him.

Maternal Auntie Wen knew exactly his filthy intentions; she smiled faintly, “You shouldn’t meddle with your third brother’s affairs.

He’s busy tonight.

You should go upstairs and rest; Yanqing has always been tactful.

The noise over there won’t disturb you.”

She turned toward the stairs, not hearing footsteps following her.

She turned back and said, meaningfully, “That Yanqing is really stubborn, doesn’t let family help at all.

He’s handling his father’s matters alone, hosting guests by himself.

He’s not made of iron; how can he possibly attend to every guest that arrives?”

Bo Yichen abruptly raised his head.

Certain dark thoughts seemed to stir like tiny bugs, restless.

Host…

Not careful enough?

At night, the main villa had turned off all the lights.

Bo Yichen waited, and after the maids had all gone back to their quarters and no sounds could be heard outside, he cracked open a door and peered out stealthily.

The hallway lights were switched to warm lights, not harsh on the eyes.

He quietly went from the third floor to the second, pressed his ear against the door to Elder Bo’s room, listening for a while, and then eagerly left.

Maternal Auntie Wen stood at the window, observing Bo Yichen’s hurried manner as he headed straight toward the hot spring.

She knew he couldn’t contain himself, and it wasn’t for nothing that she had the servants leave early.

Who wouldn’t covet the Bo Family’s wealth?

Unfortunately, her son had passed early; her daughter-in-law stayed at the side of a sick husband until he took his last breath, only to present the signed divorce papers to Maternal Auntie Wen the next day.

Back then, Maternal Auntie Wen was furious, compounded by being relatively young at the time, maintaining an image for too long, and her son’s death struck her hard, leading to this spectacle now, unable to hold back and cursed aloud.

Even now, she remembers the look of disdain in her daughter-in-law’s eyes and those words that stabbed straight into her heart.