Chapter 427: The Bo Family's Secrets

Zhou Zining lowered his head, his voice timid, “I know I was wrong, Grandma, I won’t dare again.”

Old Lady Bo indifferently withdrew her gaze, picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks but did not immediately bring them to her mouth.

A few strands of shredded potato slipped through the gaps of the chopsticks.

She lowered her eyes, deep in thought about something.

“Forget it, I won’t eat anymore.

Ask the kitchen to cook me some porridge.”

Old Lady Bo stood up, and Auntie Wu and the butler helped her into her wheelchair and pushed her away.

Everyone at the table stood up and watched the Old Lady enter the elevator.

After dinner, Zhou Zining was “escorted” back to his room by the butler.

Bo Yanching was playing with Qianqian.

Bo Qingshan seized the opportunity and sat next to Nan Jiaojiao.

Before his bottom even touched the sofa, suddenly Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his shoulder, pulling him over a bit and then pushed a pile of snacks toward him.

“Want some?”

“Yes, yes!”

Bo Qingshan did not sense anything amiss and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, happily cracking them open.

“Let me in on something,” Nan Jiaojiao asked without a change in her expression, “You should know about the Bo Family in the Capital City.”

Bo Qingshan: “…”

What does it feel like when the bite bites back?

Bo Qingshan sheepishly put a handful of seeds back on the plate, arranged them neatly, stood up to leave, “Um, Sister Jiaojiao, I just remembered I have homework to do.

I’m going upstairs to do it.”

Nan Jiaojiao yanked him back down, “You slacker, why pretend to be diligent?

Just answer me.”

“Sister Jiaojiao…”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell.

Where’s your mute point again?

Help me find it, will you?”

“There’s a Bo Family in the Capital City, the main family.

The Bo family ancestral hall is also there.

My second aunt lives there, along with my great grandfather’s little wife.” Bo Qingshan sat upright, inadvertently spilling all the family secrets as soon as he opened his mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao was momentarily taken aback when she heard “little wife,” wondering about the significance of this title.

She grabbed another handful of seeds and stuffed them into Bo Qingshan’s hand, “What does ‘little wife’ mean?”

“My grandfather’s concubine, the kind that can’t be registered in the household registry.

My great grandfather,” Bo Qingshan clicked his tongue, stuck a seed between his teeth, his voice sounding somewhat resentful, “was quite a womanizer.

When he was young, he married several concubines.

All the others died, only this young and beautiful one survived till the end.

My great grandmother was a lady of significant familial background, truly prestigious, and she couldn’t stand seeing my great grandfather’s concubines.

After giving birth to two sons and a daughter, she moved to Rongcheng City and never saw him again.”

Nan Jiaojiao twitched her brows, glancing at Qianqian, who was stacking blocks on the carpet.

She covertly tapped Bo Qingshan’s arm, “Keep your voice down.”

“Oh, and then…”

“Don’t get too detailed; I’m afraid of being silenced,” Nan Jiaojiao added.

Bo Qingshan looked at her curiously, “Sister Jiaojiao, if you want to hear gossip, just listen.

I don’t know much; all these are things my dad told me.

Oh right, my dad, my third uncle, and my aunt, they are all born from my grandfather.

My fourth uncle is the son of the concubine, and Fourth Aunt and he often go back to the Capital City, but they still frequently visit here.

As for my third uncle and my dad, unless it’s something major requiring opening the ancestral hall, they can’t be bothered to go back, especially my third uncle, who’s always in Rongcheng with my great grandmother.”

Nan Jiaojiao listened, somewhat confused by the complicated ties within the Bo Family.

Bo Qingshan kindly summarized for her, “Anyway, just treat this place like home, don’t bother about the Capital City side.”