Chapter 2030: Guest Room

“Ah, um… I really don’t want to bother you. Actually, I could also stay in Qianqian’s room, there’s no need for you to go to all this extra trouble…”

“It’s no trouble. We still have to make sure you’re comfortable. Besides, your legs aren’t convenient right now—having you go up and down the stairs all the time, Grandma wouldn’t feel right about that.”

“But Grandma…” It wasn’t about whose room it was for Song Yuan; who would want to live on the same floor as an old hag!

Ever since she was a child, she knew how deeply Bo Yanching cared about his grandmother. No matter how busy he was, he’d still make time to come back and accompany the old lady. His room was on the second floor. Last night, when Song Yuan was holding a water cup, pretending to go look for water and wandering around upstairs, she had already figured out that Bo Yanching’s room was diagonally opposite Qianqian’s.

No wonder they all said Mr. Bo doted on his little niece so much. As long as he was home, he treated her like the apple of his eye. When she was chatting idly with the servants, she heard that back when Qianqian wasn’t living here regularly and only came back occasionally, as long as Qianqian slept alone in a room without her mother or nanny accompanying her, Bo Yanching would leave both their doors wide open. At night, if he heard the slightest sound, no matter how sleepy he was, he’d go over to comfort her.

Someone that gentle would definitely be wonderful to his own children in the future.

Song Yuan’s thoughts drifted further and further. After she found out that Bo Yanching would be coming back today, and with their rooms so close together, if she wanted something to happen, it would be easy…

But the old hag used “being considerate” as an excuse and crushed the dream she hadn’t even had time to fully spin out yet. “Don’t worry about bothering Grandma. When your father was little, I was the one who watched over him growing up. Of course I’ll treat you like my own granddaughter and spoil you. Now that you’re at Grandma’s place, if I won’t even give you a room, how could I possibly explain myself to your parents?”

Song Yuan’s heart twisted to death. Beneath the seemingly gentle words, she heard the Old Lady’s uncompromising insistence. She’d already been maneuvered into this position; if she said anything more, it would only make her look like she had ulterior motives.

“Alright… I’ll do whatever Grandma says.”

Old Lady Bo smiled. “Get some rest. The doctor will be here soon. Auntie Wu.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Auntie Wu instantly understood, and pushed Song Yuan’s wheelchair, sending her back into the room.

Once the door closed, with no people in sight and no sound able to get through, Old Lady Bo slammed a spoon into the bowl—after putting on a dignified act for so long, she’d been holding herself back. She reached out, grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand and pulled her over.

“My good, obedient future granddaughter‑in‑law, don’t be mad at Grandma. That couple from the Song family came up with the most high‑sounding reason to stuff someone into my house. Sure, I could refuse, and I’m not afraid of them going back to the Capital City and gossiping about me. I’m purely just curious… Oh no, I mean worried. Ever since she was young, Song Yuan’s thoughts about our Xiao San have never been simple, I know that perfectly well. Since she still has to stay in Rongcheng City for now, it’d be harder to guess what she’s up to if we put her somewhere else. It’s better to keep her right under our eyelids where we can watch her. I didn’t dare tell you last night—Grandma hadn’t figured out how to bring it up yet. Just don’t be angry with Grandma, alright?”

Nan Jiaojiao had originally been enjoying the drama. Things with Bo Yanching had gone way too smoothly; she was just one step away from marrying into a wealthy family. But she’d long since been locked down under Bo Yanching and the Old Lady’s watchful eyes, and the problem was, he was way too chaste around other women. Nan Jiaojiao wanted to catch him cheating but had no entry point at all. Life was getting more and more bland and boring, nothing fun at all. Suddenly, a former fiancée popped up and started making a scene; she was delighted to shove herself into the mess, wanting to take part in the dog‑blood drama and see how exciting it could get.

She really hadn’t expected the Old Lady to feel this guilty about it.

The hand gripping hers kept tightening. The old woman’s nails were very soft and trimmed short, yet she still managed to pinch her hard enough to hurt.