Chapter 227: I Won't Tell Anyone

Old Lady Bo first belittled Bo Yanching, then excessively praised Nan Jiaojiao.

It began with “Jiaojiao” and then became “my Jiaojiao,” subtly shifting the concept until the phrase “marriage” smoothly slipped out of her mouth.

This barrage of praise and criticism, progressively layered, left Jiang Yu utterly bewildered.

Without thinking, she blurted out, “Kidney deficiency?

Can be remedied, no big deal.”

Old Lady’s eyes sparkled, gripping Jiang Yu’s hands as if she were a long-lost sister, “Girl, I felt a connection with you the moment I saw you, it’s destined that we’re family.

I’m entrusting Xiao San’s matters to you, once he gets his health back, he’ll be worthy of my Jiaojiao.”

My Jiaojiao…

Wait a minute, something seemed off.

Bo Yanching couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed the door open.

“Grandma, stirring up trouble as soon as you wake up?”

Jiang Yu immediately stood up, “I have other things to handle, I’ll go first, you two chat.”

No sooner had she spoken than she was already at the door, the cheongsam not constraining her long legs eager to escape.

She felt she had been swindled, but couldn’t quite put her finger on where.

Old Lady Bo leaned back against the bedhead calmly, Bo Yanching stepped forward and adjusted the quilt, “Satisfied with your chatter?”

Old Lady Bo glared at him annoyedly, “If only you were more competent, would I need to step in myself?”

Bo Yanching sat by the bed edge, took an apple and began peeling it, his gaze lowered, voice soft, “You should take good care of your leg.

Jiaojiao specifically told me you better not stand up much for the first two months.

She’ll come every week for your acupuncture.”

The Old Lady’s expression paused, eyeing Bo Yanching suspiciously.

The guy unusually did not stop her, from the looks of it, was he encouraging her to meddle?

“Really took a liking to her?”

“Jiaojiao has good credentials, her master is the CEO of E.Y, and her great-master is the Medicine God.

The Ye Family isn’t close to her, better not let that slip to them for now.”

“Hold on.”

Old Lady Bo wasn’t so easily swayed, suddenly slapping Bo Yanching’s wrist, “Xiao San, you aren’t even trying to hide your scheming?”

Bo Yanching was composed, looking up with a faint smile, “Aren’t you also pleased?”

“I may be pleased, but why should I help you pursue a daughter-in-law?”

Old Lady Bo peered at him, “I heard from Yaen Chi that you are still a…”

Bo Yanching’s hand trembled slightly.

Old Lady Bo pressed on, looking at him disdainfully, “I’ve always told you to take it easy…”

Bo Yanching’s hand shook even more violently.

“Where exactly did you hear these messy stories?”

“No need to hear them!”

Old Lady Bo’s eyes twinkled.

She had often read the gossip about Bo Yanching, especially those written by female reporters, either distorting his image or fabricating stories about his poor health.

Moreover, his constant company with people like Yaen Chi and Mo Tingshen,

“Be mindful of what you say in front of her; Jiaojiao is sensitive.”

Old Lady Bo tsked twice, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her.”

Click.

Nan Jiaojiao stood at the doorway, the noise from her eating sunflower seeds a bit loud.

Then, she exchanged a startled look with the two equally astonished faces inside.

She spat out the shell into her hand, innocently stated, “I won’t tell anyone.”

Bo Yanching took a deep breath, quickly peeled the apple, cut it into small pieces, placed them on a plate for Old Lady Bo, and then got up to follow her out.