Chapter 2047: Weren't You Supposed to Hide It?

A single sentence left Song Yuan speechless.

“I went to great lengths to have friends from the Capital City help to trip up your dad at work just to get him back. He doesn’t know the details of your leg injury, and you should definitely keep it from the Old Madam of the Bo Family. Use this opportunity to get closer to Bo Yanching, but be mindful of your boundaries. Don’t reveal your intentions too early, especially in occasions where Nan Jiaojiao is present. Just act with the grace of the legitimate partner, because sooner or later that woman will step aside for you.”

These words hit Song Yuan right in the heart. Her expression softened and she glanced back at the bedroom door, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her guard was up as she maneuvered her wheelchair inside.

“But today, the doctor from the Bo Family came to check my leg injury.”

“What! How could you!”

Mrs. Song was so shocked that half of her face mask fell off. “Didn’t I tell you to hide it well, why call the doctor? That little injury of yours would be easily seen through by a doctor!”

“I, I didn’t know,” Song Yuan’s heart unexpectedly skipped, only reacting now, “It all came up in conversation. I didn’t want to stay and watch Bo Yanching being close to that bitch, so I brought up my injury on purpose. I regretted it later and told Auntie Wu privately not to call the doctor, but that old servant seemed not to understand and still called him over.”

Mrs. Song’s head ached with frustration, “Then did you bribe the doctor, have you settled it?”

“I think so…” Song Yuan said nervously, her heart was anxious, “I had money prepared, didn’t take it out then, but I hinted with words, and she agreed not to disclose anything.”

“Are you sure she agreed?” Mrs. Song pressed further.

Song Yuan’s anxiety intensified, she said nothing.

Mrs. Song understood then. She took a deep breath and calmed down, “Alright, I get it. I’ll contact people in Rongcheng City to clean up your mess. Remember, hide your wounds better, can’t you act pitiful? Change your own dressing, make sure the Old Lady sees the used bandages to win her sympathy. Occasionally, show some vulnerability in front of Bo Yanching. Didn’t you remember anything I taught you before you left? Call me the moment you panic!”

Song Yuan didn’t care what methods her mother planned to use on the doctor. She originally called to vent, but ended up being lectured instead. Irritated, she ended the call after listening half-heartedly to a few more words.

She hadn’t gone to wash up, feeling restless in her room. Anytime she thought about Bo Yanching sharing a room with Nan Jiaojiao, jealousy drove her mad.

Around midnight, she faintly heard noises outside.

Song Yuan pressed her ear against the door and listened for a while, it seemed like she heard Bo Yanching’s voice. She wanted to go out immediately but reconsidered. She stood up from her wheelchair, went to the bathroom, wet her forehead strands and neck, changed into a sexy nightgown, found it inappropriate, then draped a semi-transparent shawl over her shoulders, perfectly accentuating her figure.

After all this fuss, she returned to the wheelchair, opened the door, and eagerly wheeled out. As the wind brushed past her, her mind cleared, slowing her movements.

Only a warm lamp was left on in the living room, casting a hazy glow, with a large patch of light spreading from the dining area.

Song Yuan purposefully moved closer to that side, Jiaojiao’s voice softly tinkling, “Third Brother, you how…”

She looked up, and the scene before her was so jarring she nearly bit her tongue.

Just one glance, and coincidentally, she saw Bo Yanching lifting Nan Jiaojiao onto the dining table.