Chapter 1240: Can't I Bear the Weight of a Human Life

After rushing around all night, the expensive silk fabric somehow got wrinkled.

The hair hadn’t been managed, strands usually tied back were now loose at the front, partially covering the eyes.

The gaze appeared chilling, with several red veins in the whites of the eyes.

Unshaven, stubble covered the cheeks, defining the jawline, making the face starkly different from its usual polished appearance.

Gloomy and frightening.

Maternal Auntie Wen was momentarily startled by his aura, instinctively looked back at Bo Yanching, then at Bo Li, “What’s wrong with you, let’s talk things out calmly.”

Bo Li glanced at the woman, not much older than himself, and asked, “Dad really hasn’t woken up?”

Maternal Auntie Wen shook her head, “No, last night…

he actually stayed in the room for a long time, had a couple of drinks.

You know he rarely drinks.

This morning he woke up once, but his head hurt too much, so he went back to sleep.

I didn’t dare disturb him.”

Upon hearing this, Bo Yanching’s expression was amused.

He didn’t sense that Elder Bo was reluctant about his son.

In his words, there wasn’t a hint of respect for the deceased, rather, constant belittling.

Yet, in front of others, he pretended to be a compassionate father.

Bo Li didn’t think much of it.

An elder longing for their son, excessive drinking was understandable, but why was it only at the moments he was needed, Elder Bo was drunk beyond consciousness?

Maternal Auntie Wen mediated, “You uncles and nephews have always had a good relationship.

If there’s any misunderstanding, just lay it out, don’t rush.”

“Who’s just misunderstood with him!”

Bo Li looked back, the servants carried in Bo Yichen.

When the bed landed heavily, Bo Yichen groaned in pain.

Bo Li anxiously rushed over to check, and after a couple of inquiries, all his anger was directed at Bo Yanching.

“He’s your biological brother, what deep animosity made you hurt him like this!”

Bo Yanching glanced indifferently, “He’s still alive.”

Still alive, which was already the greatest fortune.

But in Bo Li’s ears, it felt like provocation.

Immediately infuriated, “What do you mean, are you still daring to kill him?!”

Bo Yanching sneered, “Does Uncle think a life is a burden I can’t bear?”

Bo Li hesitated, “You, you wouldn’t dare.”

Bo Yanching adjusted his coat, walked over to the sofa, sat down, and crossed his injured leg over the other.

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao close and asked gently, “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Are you making it?”

“I’m not good at breakfast; just tell me what you want, Han Che will go buy it.”

Nan Jiaojiao thought briefly, “Soy milk and fried dough sticks, and also red bean buns.”

Han Che noted it all down, “How many red bean buns, Young Madam?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned to ask Bo Yuman.

Bo Yuman wouldn’t eat what normal people eat for breakfast; she wanted hotpot and blurted it out.

Han Che couldn’t stop her in time, looking rather depressed.

“What’s wrong?” Nan Jiaojiao asked nosily.

Han Che looked defeated, “Young Madam, didn’t you notice that I didn’t plan to ask the Second Miss?

Early in the morning where am I supposed to find her hotpot?

Last time she actually said she wanted roast whole lamb, early in the morning roast whole lamb!”

“Just go, so much fuss.

Do you want me to take you back to the army for training?” Bo Yuman was openly mocked, yet didn’t feel embarrassed at all, and grabbed a pillow to throw it.

Han Che dodged, but unfortunately the pillow hit Bo Li.

Suddenly Han Che felt guilty for dodging, silently moved back, picked up the pillow at Bo Li’s feet.

Grudgingly said, “I’ll go, isn’t it fine if I go?”