Chapter 574: I Probably Won't Keep Your Secret

“Qianqian is lucky; she isn’t like me, raised carelessly by Third Uncle since childhood, with just a bit of an unhealthy mind.”

Bo Qingshan had a strange expression on his face, a mix of envy and jealousy, and his gaze toward Bo Yanching was filled with sorrow.

“Third Uncle, it really wasn’t easy for me to grow up.”

He had been neglected since he was little; his uncle had rarely held him when he was a child.

“Hmph.”

Bo Yanching laughed coldly, stood up, and glanced at the spread-out test papers on the coffee table.

“I’m going to deal with some official business.

If you don’t finish your homework, we’ll just take Qianqian out later, and you can stay home and continue to be unhealthy.”

Bo Qingshan froze for a moment.

He immediately realized that “we” included Nan Jiaojiao.

He gratefully threw his phone aside, slid off the couch onto the carpet, and hurriedly started on his homework.

After finishing two problems, he suddenly looked up toward the study door that Bo Yanching had disappeared through.

It mustn’t be an illusion.

The Third Uncle not only despised him but was also intentionally showing off to him.

By the time Nan Jiaojiao led Qianqian back, Bo Qingshan had finished his homework, had it checked by Bo Yanching, changed his clothes, packed some snacks in his backpack, and took along Qianqian’s little thermos, all ready to go out.

He squeezed into the backseat, delighted, sandwiching Nan Jiaojiao with Qianqian on either side.

He intentionally met Bo Yanching’s gaze in the rearview mirror, eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes challenging.

Behind a window upstairs,

Zhou Zining’s fingernails dug desperately into the window sill, her eyes filled with resentment as she stared at the car leaving the Bo Residence.

Whether it was Bo Yanching protecting Nan Jiaojiao while getting into the car or the two kids chatting and laughing with Nan Jiaojiao, everything deeply wounded her.

In the end, only Bo Yanching’s face remained before her eyes.

Each of his expressions, his smiling lips, were etched into her mind.

And they lingered for a long time.

Zhou Zining’s breath became more and more rapid, suffocated, leaving several nail marks on the wall.

Daring to show off their affection in front of her, as if this place was some stage, just wait and see!

…

The car stopped in the mall’s parking garage.

Bo Yanching opened the backseat door, picked up Qianqian, and then took Nan Jiaojiao’s hand to help her out.

Bo Qingshan followed a few steps, then went around to the other side and took Nan Jiaojiao’s other hand.

The toy section and the fishing gear section were on the same floor, not far from each other, so they headed for the toy section first.

Without asking the adults to babysit, Bo Qingshan took on the responsibility of looking after his sister.

He guided Qianqian slowly through the aisles, and wherever Qianqian looked, Bo Qingshan would pick up the toy for her to play with, bending down to explain its functions.

Bo Yanching followed them for a while, then pinched Nan Jiaojiao’s hand.

“I’ll go next door to have a look.”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyes.

“Grandpa likes dark-colored fishing rods.”

He laughed softly.

“You better not reveal the gift I’m preparing for our meeting.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded as if it were to be expected.

“That’s why it’s necessary to keep it from me; I probably won’t help you keep it a secret.”

“Just teasing you.

I’m going to ask around first, inevitably have to listen to the store owner talk about the features, which you might find boring.

I’ll get a good understanding, and we’ll go buy it together later.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a special look, feeling an unusual emotion stirred in her.

With this man, she always felt cherished, as if held in the palm of his hand, and her heart melted with warmth.

She nodded.

“Go on, I’ll wait for you.”

Bo Yanching pinched her palm.

The store he chose was not far, just within sight of each other.

Nan Jiaojiao walked past two shelves and found Bo Qingshan and Qianqian, but just as she was about to approach, a little “Little Bun” bumped into her leg.