Chapter 1799: That Woman Is Still Kneeling Outside the Ancestral Hall

The next day, just as Nan Jiaojiao got up, the smell of porridge drifted in through the half-closed bedroom door. She grabbed a piece of clothing, wrapped it around herself, and headed out.

Bo Yanching was in the kitchen. He hadn’t put on an apron, just a black shirt over those long straight legs. One hand was on his waist, the shirt tracing out a lean, clean line at his midsection, while the other hand held a spoon, stirring in the pot.

Nan Jiaojiao hugged him from behind, her face pressed against his back.

“Awake?”

She hummed a soft “mm” in response.

Bo Yanching reached back for her, and the moment his hand brushed against her leg, he suddenly turned around and saw her bare feet. His face darkened at once; he scooped her up and carried her back into the bedroom, picked up her slippers and put them on her feet. “Go wash up. I made shrimp congee, and I bought your favorite soup dumplings too. Wake yourself up and come out to eat. I’ll wait for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao yawned. “It’s too early. I’m so sleepy.”

Bo Yanching pinched her ankle. “Want me to ask for leave for you?”

“No way,” Nan Jiaojiao shook her head. “A woman still needs to have her own career!”

Bo Yanching was amused and gave her a little smack. “Hurry up and wash. You’re such a chatterbox all day long.”

Nan Jiaojiao huffed and went into the bathroom. By the time she came out, the clothes she was supposed to wear today had already been laid out on the bed by Bo Yanching. She got changed and walked out just as he was ladling out the porridge. He looked up at her. “Come on.”

Nan Jiaojiao pulled out a chair and sat down, and Bo Yanching picked up a bun and placed it in her bowl.

“Wen Ya was called to the old house by Grandma last night. She spent the whole night kneeling outside the ancestral hall.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched. “Isn’t Grandma slapping your grandpa in the face by doing that?”

Wen Ya was a concubine, long used to clinging to Old Master Bo. That soft knife of hers had helped him handle no small number of things. Everything she did was done under Elder Bo’s instructions. If she didn’t rely on that, how would Wen Ya dare, after coming to Rongcheng City, to go meet Old Lady Bo later instead of first, and run over to knock some sense into Nan Jiaojiao instead.

Isn’t that just arrogance born of being favored.

“He didn’t dare come himself, so he sent Wen Ya over. Should’ve known long ago that Grandma isn’t someone to mess with,” Bo Yanching said.

Nan Jiaojiao was quiet for a moment. “She came targeting me. Do I still need to show my face?”

“No. She won’t dare come again.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want too much entanglement with Wen Ya anyway. She let this matter pass after hearing about it. Besides, with Bo Yanching determined to marry her and his attitude so firm, Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t afraid of anything.

After breakfast, Bo Yanching drove Nan Jiaojiao to the set, then drove off again.

The old house.

Old Lady Bo woke up and the sun was already high in the sky.

She slowly washed up, had her meal, and then, leaning on her cane, took a turn around the garden.

Auntie Wu no longer needed to support her the entire time, but she still kept both hands hovering near her, afraid Old Lady Bo might miss a step.

“Old Madam’s legs are getting more and more agile. It won’t be long before you can get rid of the cane. The Divine Doctor really is a Divine Doctor, getting you back to this point so quickly.”

There wasn’t much joy on Old Lady’s face. “Being able to walk is already good enough. I’m not asking for more. This leg will still be lame by the time I die.”

“Take it slowly, it’ll get better.”

Auntie Wu helped Old Lady Bo up the steps.

She said softly, “That one is still kneeling outside the ancestral hall.”

Old Lady Bo snorted. “Go bring her over.”

Auntie Wu answered and sent two people to the ancestral hall.

Wen Ya was helped in, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Old Lady Bo gave her a glance and said coldly, “Is she crippled or lame that you need to hold her up like that?”

The two servants let go at the same time, and Wen Ya fell heavily to the floor.