Chapter 1245: Ashes Brought Back to Rongcheng City

“I’m too lazy to bother with you.”

Bo Yuman walked to the door but then turned back, lit an incense stick for Bo Mu, and grabbed an apple from the offering table on her way out.

She drove out and happened to run into Han Che, who was returning with breakfast.

She took away the packaged hot pot soup base and ingredients.

Han Che held onto the breakfast meant for Nan Jiaojiao very tightly, not daring to stop for a moment, afraid that the female bandit would suddenly come back to rob a little more.

When Nan Jiaojiao finally bit into the warm red bean bun, Han Che inexplicably felt tears brim in his eyes.

“Aunt Chan, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

At the dining table, Bo Yanching didn’t avoid anyone; even the sleeping Mo Tingshen was dragged up by Yaen Chi to sit together at the dining table.

Deng Chan glanced at him, “Go ahead.”

“I’m planning to take Dad’s ashes back to Rongcheng.

There’s a hill in the backyard of the Bo Family; I developed it a couple of years ago and incorporated it into the old house’s grounds.

I want to bury Dad there.

What do you think?”

“I have no objections.”

Deng Chan placed a piece of toast on her plate, spread some mayonnaise on it with a small knife, and remained very composed; her hands didn’t tremble in the slightest.

“Bo Mu and Mom had a close relationship.

In the past years, they were often apart.

Him staying with Mom after his death is also quite nice.”

Bo Yanching said, “You don’t have to accommodate me.

If you have other thoughts, I will respect them.”

“I’m not that difficult.”

Deng Chan laughed, “It’s truly good.

I’d rather he be a bit farther away than buried here, so he won’t be disturbed even after death.”

Her expression didn’t appear to be false, so Bo Yanching didn’t pursue further questions.

After finishing breakfast, Deng Chan stood up, “I have to catch a plane, so I’m leaving now.

You all take care.”

Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi said their goodbyes to Deng Chan.

After responding to each of them, she looked at Bo Yanching, “Staying for another two days?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t overdo it; at least make it look good on the surface.

But if you have the skill to make sure no one traces it back to you, then go all out.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “I still find it perplexing that the elegant and refined master of Chinese painting from other people’s mouths is so rough in private.”

“Pretending, who wouldn’t know how to!”

Deng Chan bent down and touched Nan Jiaojiao’s face, “Sweetie, wait for me in Rongcheng.

I’ll come to find you once I’m done with things here.”

Nan Jiaojiao was overwhelmed by being addressed as “Sweetie.”

She looked timid, swallowed the red bean bun in her mouth, and nodded, still confused, “Okay, safe travels, Mom.”

“Of course, I’ve got a long life ahead.”

Deng Chan didn’t go back upstairs.

As she didn’t live there, it was just a bag to carry, and she left with ease.

The fact that Bo Yanching was staying a few more days was something Nan Jiaojiao heard him say for the first time, “Is it because of my injury?”

“Half of the reason.

You’re not in a condition to fly right now; it’s better to rest for a couple more days.”

Nan Jiaojiao instantly felt disappointed, “Oh, only half, huh.”

Bo Yanching’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately changed his tune, “For you!

Just for you alone.

I’m worried about your injured hand, and what if the plane jolts you.”

Nan Jiaojiao instantly beamed, “Oh, you don’t have to be so courteous; I’m a bit embarrassed.”

“Hehe.”

Bo Yanching wiped away a bit of red bean from the corner of her mouth.

She ducked slightly, glanced down, then took a tissue to help him wipe his hand.

Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi, sitting nearby, were eating slowly, and fortunately so; otherwise, who knows where they might have choked on this display of affection.

“You all stay, I need to head back,” Mo Tingshen said.

Yaen Chi followed, “I’m leaving today too.

Now that the first week after Uncle’s death has passed, I’ll drop by my family to check on the old man before heading off in the afternoon.”