Chapter 425: You are the only woman I have my eyes on

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly, “You want me to start saving for your dowry already?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt something was off with his remark, but her mind couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

“Could you repeat that?

I didn’t catch it.”

“What dowry?

Sister Jiaojiao, who are you marrying?”

Bo Qingshan suddenly burst out, noticing Nan Jiaojiao looking his way, his gaze momentarily dodged, then he gathered his courage to meet her eyes again, “I’m twelve this year, about to graduate from elementary school.

By the time I’m eighteen, I’ll try to have graduated from university.

Oh, eighteen is too young to get married in China, so we’ll go abroad.

Sister Jiaojiao, don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”

“Pfft!”

Nan Jiaojiao choked on her own saliva.

Uncertain, she pointed at herself, “Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, you’re the only woman I fancy.

Who else could it be?” Bo Qingshan replied as if it were obvious.

Nan Jiaojiao mockingly laughed, looking smugly at Bo Yanching, “Did you hear that?

This one beside you, your rival.”

Bo Yanching laughed indulgently, “Hmm, a small rival, not yet worth my attention.

By the time he grows up, you’ll be old and faded, he probably won’t fancy you then.”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows, feeling slighted.

Bo Yanching reached out, hooked his arm around her waist, and helped her up, “But I don’t mind.

I am a few years older than you, aging faster, I will never disdain you.”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “I think what you said makes sense, but it seems somewhat inconsiderate.”

“Where?”

Bo Yanching asked her in a low, sultry voice.

So sultry that her whole body tingled, slightly shy, she glanced up, “No, you heard it wrong.”

“Heh.”

Bo Yanching laughed, holding her with one hand and lifting Qianqian with the other, hugging them both with one arm as he headed towards the dining room.

Bo Qingshan was left standing alone on the carpet, totally baffled.

What does this mean?

Stealing his future wife and also his sister?

Did his uncle really have to show it so obviously?

He really wanted to curse, but he dared not.

Even though Bo Qingshan’s thoughts were lively and spirited, he restrained himself from showing it on his face.

When he grew up, he was determined to reverse these generational positions; then he’d see how his uncle could act all high and mighty!

Meanwhile, he shamelessly sat next to Nan Jiaojiao.

The Old Lady was helped downstairs by the servants.

She announced it was time to eat, just as she picked up her chopsticks, Qianqian suddenly asked, “Mom, where?”

The air suddenly stilled.

Bo Qingshan felt a sudden weight in the chopsticks in his hand, making his hand ache, and as he opened his mouth, the cold air rushed in, making his teeth hurt too, speaking had never been so awkward, “Qianqian, your mom isn’t feeling well, she’s in her room.

She’ll come down to eat when she’s hungry.”

Zhou Zining was confined by the Old Lady.

She was made to stay in her room to reflect, and not to come out and annoy people.

The servants had already been instructed to bring her meals there.

Qianqian was confused; she didn’t understand why mentioning her mom made the adults stop talking.

She shifted slightly, her little short arms brushing against the edge of the table as she slowly leaned towards Bo Yanching, her round body nearly slipping through the chair’s gap, when Bo Yanching caught her onto his lap.

“Uncle,” Qianqian looked up, “Mom, dinner, eat eat.”

Bo Yanching furrowed his eyebrows urgently, then nonchalantly ordered, “Go call the Fourth Young Madam to come down for dinner.”

The servant, understanding the order, glanced covertly at the Old Lady.

The Old Lady sighed, waved her hand, allowing them to call her.