Chapter 580: Isn't This Just Pacifying

Bo Yanching’s face was expressionless, but when he heard the words “abandoned his wife and daughter,” his eyebrows trembled slightly.

He refused, “It’s inconvenient.”

Yeh Hannian nodded, “Indeed, I was being offensive.”

After he spoke, he waited, but got no response and found himself embarrassed just as a female subordinate came out with Tuantuan.

Yeh Hannian took a few steps forward and picked up Tuantuan.

“Did you take a nice bath?”

“Yes, sister brought my own bath stuff!

Daddy, smell it, doesn’t it smell good?”

Yeh Hannian pretended to sniff, “My little Tuantuan always smells good!

How about we go have dinner on the cruise tonight?”

“Yes, yes!”

Tuantuan clapped her hands, her little legs wiggling in his arms.

Yeh Hannian held her steady with one arm and handed her a small toy.

Father and daughter walked away laughing and talking.

Qianqian couldn’t help but glance at them, envy flickering through her slightly forlorn eyes.

She looked up at Bo Yanching and asked, “Uncle, what is a, a mother?”

Bo Yanching tapped her forehead, “Little rascal, don’t listen to things you shouldn’t.”

Qianqian blinked and reached out to be held by Bo Yanching.

He expertly picked up Qianqian, who leaned on his shoulder and continued to look out.

Although she was often in Bo Yanching’s arms, he was her uncle.

Her father hardly ever held her.

He was too busy, sometimes too busy even to soothe her.

After picking up Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Qingshan, Bo Yanching got a call from the Bo Residence.

It was Auntie Wu, asking if they were coming home for dinner.

Bo Yanching had other plans for the evening and was about to refuse, but Nan Jiaojiao spoke up next to him, “We’ll come back for dinner.”

Auntie Wu heard her and joyfully agreed.

Before hanging up, she had already started instructing the kitchen to prepare Nan Jiaojiao’s favorite dishes.

Bo Yanching resigned himself, put away his phone, and ruffled Nan Jiaojiao’s hair, “I had planned to take you out for something tasty tonight, but it seems you’re not up for it.”

“Going back to eat is just as good.

I’m a bit tired, and it’d be good to head back early to rest after eating,” she replied.

Bo Yanching played with the loose strands at the nape of her neck, touching the slightly damp ends that hadn’t been fully dried.

He arched his fingers and gently caressed her cheek, “No wonder grandma likes you so much.

When will you use your charm on me?”

Nan Jiaojiao was quite puzzled—wasn’t she always charming him?

And yet it was never enough.

She generously didn’t point this out, took Bo Yanching’s hand from her head, and placed her own hand boldly in his palm, which he understood immediately and held tightly.

“See, I’m charming you right now,” she said, shaking his hand intentionally.

Her naively cute antics left Bo Yanching at a loss for words.

He really had no way with her.

On their way back, they passed a pastry shop.

Nan Jiaojiao bought some cakes and pastries, with Bo Qingshan following her and coming out with his hands full.

Back at the Bo Residence, Bo Qingshan handed the cakes to Auntie Wu, asking her to serve them after dinner.

Old Lady Bo and Zhou Zining were in the living room, sitting together and looking through a photo album.

As they turned the pages, the cover stood up, and Nan Jiaojiao caught a glimpse—it wasn’t one of the albums Old Lady Bo had shown her before.

“Everyone’s back?”

Old Lady spotted Nan Jiaojiao and waved, “Jiaojiao, come over here.

Auntie Wu was cleaning today and found an old album.

There are many group photos in this one that you haven’t seen before.

Come take a look.”