Chapter 581: The Old Lady Fond of Exposing Shortcomings

Zhou Zining deliberately moved aside, intending to let Nan Jiaojiao sit in the middle.

She wanted to show that woman some photos, but being blocked on both sides, it would be awkward to just walk away with a grimace.

However, her strategy backfired when the Old Lady, following the shift, sat down in the space she just vacated.

“Come, Jiaojiao, sit next to me,”

the Old Lady patted the spot beside her.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression remained faint, with a slight curl at the corners of her lips.

Her usually cold features softened with that trace of a smile.

She sat down next to the Old Lady.

The photo album, originally on Zhou Zining’s lap, was promptly snatched by the Old Lady and spread across her and Nan Jiaojiao’s laps.

Now, Zhou Zining’s face darkened completely, squished next to the armrest, unable to move.

Suddenly, the light dimmed, and a tall man walked over, holding Qianqian, and sat down on the couch opposite.

Zhou Zining instantly adjusted her displeasing expression, leaned over, and poured a cup of tea from a small stove.

With both hands, she offered it to Bo Yanching, “Uncle, have a taste.”

Bo Yanching reached out to receive it but did not drink, setting it down on the coffee table.

Zhou Zining’s gaze fell, and though she couldn’t urge Bo Yanching to drink, she tried to make more conversation.

However, Bo Yanching seemingly had no intention to engage, forcing her to turn to Qianqian in his arms.

“She clung to Uncle all day.

Even at home, she still wants to stay in his arms.

Qianqian is being unreasonable!

Come to Mommy.”

Qianqian’s body slightly shuddered.

Looking at Zhou Zining’s outstretched hands, she felt unfamiliar.

The commanding way Zhou Zining had treated her over the years conditioned Qianqian to never defy her, almost reflexively climbing off Bo Yanching’s lap, but her uncle pulled her back.

“It’s fine.

I’ll hold her.”

Zhou Zining awkwardly withdrew her hands, giving a dry laugh, “Then I’ll trouble you, Uncle.”

“No worries,” Bo Yanching responded simply.

He grabbed a cup, poured some of the warm water kept in another pot, held the cup lightly shaking in his hand to let the water cool before attempting to feed Qianqian.

Looking across, the Old Lady was pointing at a photograph, laughing as she explained to Nan Jiaojiao, “This one, Xiao San was one and a half years old.

It was summer, and he still couldn’t use the bathroom by himself.

It was crowded that day, and we were a bit careless.

During the group photo, the photographer took several shots.

Everyone was laughing except for his grumpy face, refusing to cooperate.

Then he came over, tugged my hand, and spoke two words, ‘holding it.'”

Chuckle-inducingly, she separated the words.

The Old Lady, thinking back to how funny he was at that age, glanced over and caught sight of Bo Yanching’s composed expression, grunted, “He was much more interesting back then.

Now, we can’t tell if he’s happy or sad, his face looks like it’s been printed and welded on.”

Bo Yanching was helpless, “Grandma, I was just over a year old then.

How many times do you need to tell it?”

“What now!” the Old Lady glared, “I’m old, can’t I reminisce about the past?”

Bo Yanching shook his head with a smile, “Hold on to it, Grandma.

It wasn’t easy for your grandson to trick a young girl.”

Oh, right.

It dawned on the Old Lady, better not mess it up.

She immediately grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, her tone both worried and earnest, “Jiaojiao, dear, it’s okay.

If you want to hear about his embarrassing moments as a child, wait until after you’re married.

I’ll tell you all about them one by one.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

So, she couldn’t escape once they were married?

The Old Lady truly spared no effort in exposing her grandson’s flaws.