Chapter 2044: Who Are You Bothering in the Middle of the Night?

No place for the wheelchair to go up and down, the servant couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Song, how did you get down here?”

“Are you asking me?” Song Yuan raised her head. Though sitting, her demeanor was high and mighty, “Who do you think you are to talk to me?”

“Oh.”

The servant curled his lips, not looking very pleased, but since he was standing behind the wheelchair, Song Yuan couldn’t see his expression.

The host family was always kind, thinking to themselves that a guest who insists on staying shouldn’t act like the master and order the servants around as if they were noble.

Since the guest hadn’t asked him to leave, he just stood there, still putting on a display as though he had no solution for the steps.

Song Yuan waited, the servant’s perceptiveness was too lacking, her patience waning, her clenched hand slammed hard on the wheelchair’s armrest.

She shouted, “Why are you standing there, lift!”

The servant’s eyes widened, “Miss Song, lift where?”

“Lift the wheelchair! Where else would you lift! Who are you to touch me!”

The servant rolled his eyes, accepting his bad luck, struggling to lift the wheelchair up the steps, pushing it to the foyer. Song Yuan dismissively let him go, and he turned to leave, venting to others back at his quarters.

Song Yuan hurriedly went inside, Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao were no longer in the living room, only two kids left.

Qianqian knocked down some of the stacked blocks, Bo Qingshan was accompanying her to build them together, beside them were two opened bags of snacks, still unorganized. Two bags were open on the coffee table, Qianqian’s mouth was puffed out, cookie crumbs at the corner.

So messy!

Song Yuan turned the wheelchair, moved over but kept her distance, not getting too close, she asked with a gentle smile, “Qingshan, where’s your third uncle?”

Bo Qingshan looked up and glanced at her, then lowered his head again, “Of course my third uncle went to the room with my third aunt. Why, do you need something?”

Song Yuan gripped the wheelchair armrest, secretly inhaled, suppressing the tumult of emotions inside, “I have some words I need to say to Third Brother, they haven’t slept yet, maybe I should go up and find him.”

“What are you going up for?”

Bo Qingshan genuinely thought this woman had no sense at all, annoyed by the two kids yet insisted on coming over to speak, as if she couldn’t understand human speech, just exchanged a few sentences for appearances, then turned to head to the staircase.

Bo Qingshan called her back, “My Sister Jiaojiao is used to taking a bath right as she gets home, my third uncle is attending to her, they are all intimate, what are you going up for now? Can’t you say something tomorrow? Besides, all the servants are asleep, who will lift you and the wheelchair up together?”

Song Yuan bit her lip, “I, I can go up myself.”

“Aren’t you injured and can’t stand? Stirring things up at midnight, I’m just a kid, if you fall, can I even move you?”

Song Yuan just wanted to make some noise so Bo Yanching would hear, if she really fell, that would be good, with no one else here, Third Brother would definitely pick her up.

But Bo Qingshan’s words were too harsh, even with her intentions, after these few lines, she couldn’t make a move without feeling embarrassed anymore.

Seeing that she quieted down, Bo Qingshan stopped provoking her.

About half an hour later, Bo Yanching came downstairs, he was wearing a two-piece short-sleeve pajama set, silk material, fitting to his body as he walked. The breeze came in, blowing into his loose collar, his shirt fluttered slightly, fitting to his body as he descended the stairs.

He had showered, a lock of his hair resting on his brow, wet from water, naturally curving, his facial features highlighted with defined lines.