Chapter 2043: Like a Scam

Song Yuan’s brow furrowed, “Qingshan, what are you talking about?”

Bo Qingshan’s expression remained unchanged, “Nothing, I’m just saying, my Third Aunt loves to eat, so why don’t you try it. Once you’re full, you won’t be tempted by other people’s snacks, right?”

He couldn’t care less about Song Yuan’s expression. A child’s innocent words have the sharpest edge. He didn’t believe that she really couldn’t understand.

The valet ran over, slowing down as he approached, and respectfully greeted, “Young Master Qingshan.”

Bo Qingshan nodded, “The keys are in the car. Please do me a favor, park the car and hang the keys in the cabinet by the door, that’s all.”

The Bo Family’s servants had a good relationship with the family. Chuckling, the servant casually asked, “Normally, Third Young Master parks the car himself. Why leave it outside today?”

“Who knows!”

Bo Qingshan shrugged, hands full of snacks, making a gesture that was quite comical, “Who knows why someone suddenly went berserk, saw the car coming, and drove straight into it like they were trying to scam us. My Third Uncle had no choice but to park the car; otherwise, who could explain it if someone died at home.”

The servant’s gaze immediately shifted towards Song Yuan, who was conveniently seated beside the driver’s seat in a wheelchair.

Upon encountering the woman’s ominous look, he shivered, pulling back his gaze, not daring to look anymore.

Turning away, Bo Qingshan’s face fell. He felt like crying; just to annoy that woman, he called Sister Jiaojiao his Third Aunt…

Such humiliation, utter humiliation.

He sacrificed so much!

Behind him, the servant politely asked Song Yuan to make way. When she didn’t move, he boldly pushed the wheelchair to the side to make parking easier.

Song Yuan was furious, her gaze sharp as needles directed forward. Bo Yanching was holding Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, already entering the villa, and Bo Qingshan, swaying with snacks in hand, just happened to block the view of Bo Yanching chatting and smiling with Nan Jiaojiao as they walked in.

“Bang!”

Song Yuan violently crushed the puffed snack.

Her heart filled with jealousy, her eyes almost seeping with hateful venom.

Don’t think she couldn’t smell it; they reeked of hotpot, and when Bo Qingshan spoke to her, his mouth held the scent of cheap drinks.

This is the Bo Family, a place so many women chase after desperately, yet can’t squeeze into, where the men should be the most noble, and all comings and goings should occur in high-class venues.

In the past, Bo Yanching lived a life where he was revered, a figure admired by all. The lowly Nan Jiaojiao came and sullied his pedestal.

Tofu pudding was one thing, but to take him to eat hotpot?

Does he even care about his status anymore!

The trifles of small households indeed can’t be displayed on elegant occasions. If that wench continues to affect Bo Yanching, he’ll soon lose his godlike aura. If word gets out that the Bo Family, with its billion-dollar fortune, has street food on its breakfast table, wouldn’t that be laughable?

The more Song Yuan thought about it, the angrier she got. She felt it was her duty to remind Bo Yanching not to let that woman distort his values.

After the servant parked the car, he tried to sneak away, but Song Yuan called out, “You, push me back.”

The servant couldn’t escape, so he had to return to push her. The entrance to the villa had a few steps. The Old Madam had once suggested for convenience, as she was in a wheelchair for a long period, that a ramp be left by the steps. But since Song Yuan could now move freely with crutches, just seeing that ramp annoyed her, and she had it filled in.