Chapter 2042: Why Aren't You Asleep Yet

The headlights of the car just touched her as she maneuvered the wheelchair and turned to greet him.

Bo Yanching was forced to brake and stopped outside the open-air parking lot.

“Third Brother!”

Auntie Song took a slight step back, waited for the man to get out of the car, and raised a smiling face, “Why are you back so late? The family saved dinner for you. Are you hungry? Shall I ask the servants to heat it up for you?”

Bo Yanching glanced at her emotionlessly, “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Auntie Song was taken aback by what seemed like concern; her face involuntarily flushed, “Grandma said you’d be coming home tonight. She went to bed early and didn’t wait for you. I thought someone at home should stay up to wait. Since I sleep late, I was pruning flowers anyway, so I decided to wait for you.”

Bo Yanching passed by her so closely that their knees nearly touched. Auntie Song deliberately didn’t move, but after he got out of the car, he closed the door, leaving just enough space for him to pass by.

He opened the back door to help Nan Jiaojiao out.

Nan Jiaojiao motioned to him to be quiet.

Qianqian was sleeping, leaning against her leg.

She supported the little one’s shoulder and placed a cushion under her legs to make her more comfortable.

Bo Yanching held the car door open a bit more and half bent inside, speaking softly, “Let me hold her. You pull your hand out.”

His hand covered hers, palm arched to allow her to slowly withdraw her hand.

Bo Yanching lifted Qianqian out, first letting her lie upright on his shoulder. Only after Nan Jiaojiao was standing steadily, did he switch hands to hold Qianqian horizontally.

Nan Jiaojiao took a small blanket from the car and covered Qianqian to shield her from the wind.

She said softly, “Let’s go.”

Bo Yanching nudged her with his shoulder, “Follow along, let’s go in together.”

“The car keys haven’t been taken out. I’ll park it,” Nan Jiaojiao offered.

“Leave it, someone will park it,” Bo Yanching assured.

Nan Jiaojiao nodded and walked alongside him. As they passed Auntie Song, she greeted her with a nod.

But the way she looked down at Auntie Song from above annoyed her. Since Bo Yanching had his back turned, she didn’t put on a good face. Her attempts to show disdain went unnoticed by Nan Jiaojiao but were caught by Bo Qingshan, who had just exited the car.

He stood, arms crossed, like a ghost leaning against the car door, unnoticed until now.

Auntie Song was startled, forcing a smile, “Qingshan, you’re back.”

Bo Qingshan smirked, “Surprised that Auntie Song could see me; I thought you only had eyes for Third Uncle.”

“How can you say that? I was just closer to Third Brother, so I greeted him first. I’d never ignore you. I’m greeting you now. Don’t be upset.”

Who cares!

Bo Qingshan let out a half-smile, “Forget it. Let’s not trouble Auntie Song.”

Auntie Song furrowed her brow, too preoccupied to deal with him, her focus involuntarily shifting to Bo Yanching.

Bo Qingshan pulled two large bags of snacks out of the trunk and rummaged through them, picking a small pack to give to Auntie Song.

Auntie Song, pleased, reached out to accept it, but Bo Qingshan immediately released his grip, “These are yam chips, my Third Aunt’s favorite. Try them.”

The corners of Auntie Song’s mouth twitched at Bo Qingshan’s term for Nan Jiaojiao, “I don’t like snacks like these. They’ll make you gain weight, take them back.”

Bo Qingshan raised his hand to avoid her, “Take them. If you have a whole bag, you won’t keep eyeing others’.