Chapter 391: You Should Know How to Respect People

“No need, Qianqian doesn’t eat snacks, and as for this necklace—”

Zhou Zining curled the corner of her lips, trying to think of a way to embarrass Nan Jiaojiao, when suddenly a cold, deep male voice interrupted.

“Hand it over.”

She was taken aback for a moment, looked up, and saw that Bo Yanching was not looking at her, but his hand was reaching out.

“Third Brother, what are you doing?”

Bo Yanching emphasized, “The necklace.”

“This is a fake, should I just throw it away?”

As she spoke, she was about to throw it into the trash bin, her hand flung out, but her smug expression suddenly froze.

Bo Yanching caught it and glanced into his palm, showing an unexpectedly cherished demeanor.

“Qianqian, Third Uncle will keep it for you, find a box later to store it, and give it to your father, okay?

You can wear it when you grow up, alright?”

Ever since Zhou Zining appeared, Bo Qianqian had been pouting miserably.

She liked the gift Nan Jiaojiao gave her very much, but it was her mother who snatched the gift, and she didn’t dare to make a fuss.

If it wasn’t for Nan Jiaojiao peeling that piece of toffee and feeding her, she would probably have started crying by now.

Hearing Bo Yanching’s words that the gift was still hers, her smile immediately blossomed, and the tears glistening in her eyes looked especially lovely.

“Yes, yes, alright!”

“Qianqian, Mommy has taught you, you shouldn’t casually accept things from strangers…”

“Old Madam, Third Master, Young Master, Miss Nan, dinner is ready.”

Auntie Wu came out from the kitchen, oblivious to the delicate atmosphere in the living room, and while bending forward to discuss the lunch menu with Old Lady Bo, she specifically informed Nan Jiaojiao: “There are also your favorite sweet and sour fish and sweet and sour spare ribs.

Old Madam specially ordered the kitchen to prepare them.

Oh, and also, the fish maw soup has been stewed—Old Madam said that with your heavy studies and still finding time to come every week, she’s afraid you’ll get tired.

She wishes she could give you all the good things.”

Nan Jiaojiao smiled, “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Thanks for what?

It’s we, the Bo Family, who should be thanking you.

Don’t be so formal with me; in this house, anything you want can be yours.”

Zhou Zining’s heart jolted fiercely.

Although Old Lady Bo’s words carried implications, she was not looking at Zhou Zining, but rather letting Auntie Wu help her stand up from the wheelchair, taking a walking cane and placing it under her arm.

“Let’s go, let’s see what we have for lunch, I’m a bit hungry.”

“Please be careful.

Miss Nan mentioned that you can’t overdo your daily exercises.

If you walk too much, you’ll get tired quickly later.”

Old Lady Bo haughtily snorted, “Isn’t Jiaojiao here watching over me?”

Auntie Wu laughed helplessly, “Yes, yes, Miss Nan spoils you.

Every time she comes over, you’re as happy as can be.”

The maid and her mistress chatted and laughed as they walked toward the dining room.

The more Zhou Zining heard, the more alarmed she grew.

Before she had time to ponder it all, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of Bo Qingshan taking Bo Qianqian away from Nan Jiaojiao’s arms.

“Qianqian, when someone gives you a gift, you should say thank you, and in their presence, you can only praise the gift.

Even if you want to be critical, wait until they’ve gone and say it secretly.

But that behavior isn’t good either, huh?

You must learn to respect others, okay?”

As Bo Qingshan passed by Zhou Zining, his voice was just loud enough that every word was clearly heard.

When Bo Yanching took Nan Jiaojiao’s hand on his own initiative, Zhou Zining finally sensed what was amiss.

“Third Brother, what, what is your relationship with Nan Jiaojiao?”

She stared fixedly at their clasped hands.

Particularly glaring.

Bo Yanching didn’t even glance at her, pulling Nan Jiaojiao toward the dining room.

Zhou Zining stood there at a loss, as if everyone had isolated her.