Chapter 2041: Ugliest in the Family

Pulled her into his arms.

Qianqian turned over in the man’s embrace, her little face crumpled with grievance, and whimpered, “Third Uncle is bad.”

“Third Uncle isn’t bad. Qianqian is good. Let’s not step in puddles.”

Qianqian frowned, “But Qianqian wants to step.”

“If you step in puddles, your little dress and face will get dirty,” Bo Yanching advised seriously, “and you’ll look as ugly as your brother.”

This reason always works, and Qianqian instantly agreed, “Then Qianqian doesn’t want to be, like brother, ugly.”

You freaking!

Does your phrasing always have to be so peculiar!

Bo Qingshan was infuriated to the point of nearly passing out, sadly discovering that even as a school legend, he was actually considered quite ugly in his younger sister’s eyes.

Have your eyes been covered with lard!

He jogged over to Nan Jiaojiao, reached out to slightly tug her little finger, and upon getting her permission, daringly slipped his hand into her palm.

Nan Jiaojiao held onto him, and even gently patted his head, “It’s okay, just being ugly, it’s not like you’re disabled, we can be proudly ugly. Although you’ll definitely never be as handsome as your Third Uncle in this lifetime, you have a longer life than him. If we can’t outshine the elders in looks, we’ll just outlive them. By the time you’re that age, the family looks will drop in comparison. Don’t worry, there will be someone even uglier, like your son.”

“… “Bo Qingshan was about to cry.

Nan Jiaojiao felt she hadn’t comforted him enough: “Though you’re not handsome, you’re the ugliest in the family, no one can beat you in that, you’re unique.”

Bo Qingshan took a deep breath, a rush of cold air made him almost choke.

He cried with a grimaced face, “Sister Jiaojiao, if you really don’t know how to comfort someone, you can choose not to speak.”

“Oh.”

She actually complied!

“Let’s bravely face reality, there’s nothing wrong with it, stop living frivolously.”

Bo Qingshan: “…”

Forget it, let the world perish, it’s ultimately upside down.

The most excessive thing was, he could endure Nan Jiaojiao’s completely twisted “comfort,” but when Bo Yanching suddenly inserted laughter, he instantly got riled up, raised his head to vent his anger at the insult to his dignity.

Bo Yanching shot a chilly glance at him. Bo Qingshan immediately lowered his head.

He got angry, but it was just a fleeting anger.

Nan Jiaojiao was satisfied having bought the cake and Swiss roll, then went to the snack section to scour around.

Bo Yanching pushed a half-filled cart of food, with Qianqian in the cart, while holding Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, heading to the self-checkout. As she scanned items, he packed them up. Once everything was scanned, he pulled out his phone to pay.

In the car, Nan Jiaojiao wanted to eat a Swiss roll. She and Qianqian sat in the back seat sharing it. Bo Qingshan also wanted to squeeze in, but suddenly remembered his dear Third Uncle and was pulled to the front seat. Once the seatbelt was buckled, he felt like he was sealed in.

Fortunately, Sister Jiaojiao cared for him, handed him a Swiss roll, and he was easily appeased, instantly breaking into a smile, not minding Nan Jiaojiao previously calling him ugly.

In the car were three hungry little kids. Bo Yanching didn’t drive fast, keeping the speed controlled, braking over speed reducers, making the way home stretch out leisurely.

When they got home, the Old Lady was asleep, only a few lights were left on in the villa, fading, warm orange light spilling out from the windows.

Song Yuan sat at the main villa’s entrance, holding scissors, trimming the flowers in the small garden.