Chapter 2025: You Are a Guest

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows twitched; she couldn’t help finding it both ridiculous and exasperating.

“All right then, Miss Song, you just stay seated. You’re a guest, do whatever’s comfortable for you.”

Song Yuan’s lips pressed into a thin line, unable to hide the stiffness in her expression.

When she saw Bo Yanching coming in behind them, she turned her wheelchair and lifted a smile. “Third Brother, you’re back.”

Bo Yanching didn’t spare her a glance; he only swept his eyes that way when he heard her voice. “Grandma.”

Old Lady Bo was focused entirely on what he was holding. She waved her hand without even telling him to sit. “Take it into the dining room, grab a few bowls and spoons, then go upstairs and wake the two youngsters. Have them come down and eat together.”

Bo Yanching chuckled. “They’re still not up?”

“Up for what? It’s the weekend, they don’t get out of bed till nine or ten. I haven’t even asked you yet—how come you dragged my Jiaojiao out so early today? She finally gets a break, and you still won’t let her have a proper sleep!”

As she went on she started to get fired up, even raising her cane. Bo Yanching didn’t intend to dodge, but Nan Jiaojiao hurried to press it down. “No, he didn’t deliberately wake me up. I went out running with him, so I got up a bit early. I was thinking I’d be coming back to spend the day with you, so I didn’t want to sleep in. I’ll take a nap here with you at noon.”

A few quick sentences were enough to coax Old Lady Bo’s face into a broad smile. “As long as it wasn’t him bothering you. If he dares bully you, you just tell Grandma—I’ll thrash him.”

“No, no, he wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare…”

Nan Jiaojiao supported Old Lady Bo toward the dining room. The servants took what Bo Yanching had been carrying from his hands, and he went upstairs himself to wake the two kids.

No one spared a thought for Song Yuan in the wheelchair.

They actually just left her hanging there, without even leaving a couple of servants to look after her!

When she’d come last night, Old Lady Bo had clearly been distant yet still somewhat enthusiastic with her—not completely leaving her out in the cold. Today she’d specially set an alarm and gotten up early, even accompanied Old Lady Bo on a walk in the garden, chatting and coaxing her for ages. She’d worked so hard to curry favor, and the moment Nan Jiaojiao showed up, she instead became a totally neglected fringe character; even the servants were all swarming around her.

Why!

A whole bunch of blind fools!

Bo Yanching was carrying Qianqian, with Bo Qingshan behind him, one ear red from being yanked. His face was puffy with sleep, hair sticking up in messy tufts like a chicken coop, several clumps standing on end. He kept skulking behind Bo Yanching, deliberately lagging a few steps. When there were only a few steps left on the staircase, he hunched down and darted out from beside Bo Yanching’s legs, rushing to the front and shouting as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Great Grandmother, you’ve got to rein in your grandson. Dragging people out of bed at the crack of dawn—this is the weekend! How many weekends do we youngsters get in a lifetime?”

Bo Qingshan was fuming, arms folded as he sat down. The clumps of hair sticking up on his head bobbed with every movement. He sat with his arms crossed and his butt jutting out, plopping down in a huff, lips pushed out, which made his face look even more swollen.

Bo Yanching shifted Qianqian to the other arm, and with his freed hand he grabbed Bo Qingshan’s ear. “Feeling like you’ve got backing now, huh? That temper’s not small. Go on, throw another fit for me.”

“Ah ah ah… ow ow ow… Third Uncle, I was wrong, I really was wrong, I won’t tattle anymore…”

Bo Yanching snorted coldly. “Haven’t given you a beating in a while and now your courage has grown, huh!”

“Hasn’t grown… I wouldn’t dare let it grow…”

“Hee-hee…” Qianqian covered her mouth as she laughed. Her little fingers were round and chubby; when she covered her mouth she didn’t know to press them together, so her laughter leaked out between her fingers. Then she clapped her hand back over her mouth again, tucking her little head into Bo Yanching’s arms.