Chapter 1239: Commotion

She didn’t know how to comfort him, so she stayed quietly by his side.

This night felt especially long, yet it was actually very short.

When the morning light crept in and reached Bo Mu’s black and white photograph, Bo Yanching, who was sitting on the meditation mat, moved and poured a glass of wine into the empty cup in front of him.

The cup was full, and the bottle was empty.

He walked over to Bo Mu, clinked his glass with Bo Mu’s, and downed it in one go.

After finishing, he placed the glass next to him and said in a low voice, “I’m leaving, Dad.”

He had said his goodbyes; this would be the last time, and from now on, they would never meet again.

“Sir.”

Han Che came in, “Bo Li is causing a scene at the main gate.”

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows, “How’s he causing a scene?”

“He brought his son, lying on a stretcher, right in front of your grandfather’s villa, making a big fuss.

Maternal Auntie Wen is trying to persuade him.”

Bo Yanching sneered, “He’s trying to get Grandpa to back him up, thinking he can get away with it.”

Yaen Chi said, “Sorry, Brother Yan, I said something provocative at the hospital last night that really pissed off your brother.”

“If you really pissed him off that much, they wouldn’t have waited all night to come over.”

Bo Yanching patted Yaen Chi on the shoulder, “Go upstairs and sleep, I’ll handle it.”

“I’m not tired, it’s not like I haven’t stayed up overnight before.

I’ll stay here and back you up.”

“Then I’m going to sleep.”

Mo Tingshen stretched his arms and slowly walked over.

He moved his neck, passed by Yaen Chi, and teased, “Dad will lock the door, don’t come snuggle up with me.”

Yaen Chi kicked over, “Go to sleep, you shameless bastard!”

Mo Tingshen dodged quickly, heading upstairs unharmed.

Just as the sound of a door locking on the second floor was heard, Maternal Auntie Wen arrived.

She was anxious, walking quickly, “Yanqing, you better hide, your brother…

he’s clamoring for an explanation from you.

I heard a few things but couldn’t make out what’s going on between you all, and I saw Yichen, his face…”

Maternal Auntie Wen shuddered at the thought, “The blood’s dried, the wound was deep, it’s likely disfigured.”

Bo Yanching didn’t respond to her at all, instead asking, “Did Grandpa wake up?”

Maternal Auntie Wen paused, “Yes, he’s awake.”

“What did Grandpa say?”

Maternal Auntie Wen seemed to hesitate before speaking, cautiously looking around.

Her gaze paused at Nan Jiaojiao, then noticed Deng Chan leaning on the second floor, staring at her.

Lowering her voice, she said, “He told you to keep the noise down, his head hurts, he didn’t rest well last night.”

Bo Yanching chuckled faintly, it was just like the old man.

Not willing to back Bo Li’s family, but after all, Bo Li is his own son.

Not wanting to distance himself from Bo Yanching further, he sent Maternal Auntie Wen to give a nudge.

How could he be someone who gives face easily?

The surface filial piety and gentleness he pretends is full of flaws, especially since this house lacks people who play dumb.

“Tell Grandpa I’ll try.

If Uncle sent you in to pass a message, then please go out and tell him I’m here, if he has something to say, he can come in and say it.”

Maternal Auntie Wen looked embarrassed, especially hearing Deng Chan sneer, she didn’t dare to lift her head, her face slightly awkward.

“I’ll come, it’s me, am I afraid of you?!

Your Bo Yanching has a big face, I’ll kneel to you, is that okay?!”

Bo Li had already come in.

In his haste to go to the hospital last night, he was wearing pajamas, and he was still in that set now.