Chapter 598: Who Gives You the Right to Touch My Stuff

The last conversation was in 2021, the year Qianqian was born.

Zhou Zining: Shuxian, I want to move to Rongcheng City and settle there.

Bo Shuxian: What’s wrong?

Zhou Zining: I just miss Rongcheng City; after all, that’s where I went to university.

The Capital City is great, but it lacks a lot of people I care about.

Bo Shuxian: Don’t you have me?

And there’s Grandpa and the second grandma.

You rarely visit the Bo Residence, and if you don’t like it there, we can always live outside.

Besides, my work is more convenient in the Capital City.

The second grandma was the concubine married by Old Master Bo.

In that era, monogamy wasn’t strictly required.

Besides Old Lady Bo, the legitimate wife, the old man took a few more concubines.

If one were to be detailed, Bo Shuxian’s father was born to one of the concubines.

But Bo Shuxian was an upright person, and as he grew older, he increasingly disliked the concubines’ petty triumphs and their way of indirectly driving a wedge between him and the main house.

Unfortunately, Bo Shuxian had the closest relationship with Bo Yanching, and he was closer to the Old Lady, spending holidays in the Bo Residence at Rongcheng City since junior high.

Half an hour later, Zhou Zining finally replied: I want to live in the Bo Residence in Rongcheng City.

After some thought, Bo Shuxian replied: Wait a little longer, I’ll adjust my work.

…

Bo Yanching suddenly scrolled back and found that every year, Bo Shuxian had a few messages that were retracted.

It wasn’t until he opened the photo album.

Inside, to his surprise, there were photos of Bo Yanching, and only him.

Many of them were of just him and Bo Shuxian, boxing, swimming, or during workouts, captured by Bo Shuxian.

Several were close-up shots with his sweat clearly visible..

Sometimes Bo Yanching refused to let Bo Shuxian take pictures, blocking with his hand, which made the images a bit blurry.

All of these were saved.

Even more astonishing, there were cropped screenshots of him together with Bo Shuxian, with only Bo Yanching preserved.

The further he scrolled, the more private photos he found, like those of him without a shirt after exercise.

Bo Yanching gritted his back teeth tightly, with his cheekbones protruding and his sharply defined face looking terrifyingly cold, “Did you use Shuxian’s phone to transfer these photos?”

Zhou Zining looked up, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her face was tense and she remained silent.

This phone was bought ten years ago, fitted with a relative’s SIM card, with an old number previously used for registering WeChat.

It had only a symbolic few classmates added to it, including Bo Shuxian.

The chat history contained only Bo Shuxian.

And it stopped two years ago.

Fearing that her hoarding of Bo Yanching’s photos would be discovered, she had earlier claimed her phone was broken.

In reality, she had two numbers; the one she currently used displayed either Qianqian’s daily life or work-related content in the friend circle.

There wasn’t a single photo of her with Bo Shuxian.

Yet to outsiders, the family of the Fourth Young Master of the Bo Family was the envy of all.

Zhou Zining, in the eyes of many, was a winner in life.

From an ordinary family, she married into wealth, pampered like a Little Princess by her husband, and even though she had a daughter, her status in the Bo Family was repeatedly elevated.

Who could have imagined that privately, she scarcely showed Bo Shuxian a pleasant face, did not live up to her duties as a mother, and even worse, had always been infatuated with her husband’s own brother!

Bo Yanching was seething with uncontainable anger, the veins in his arm standing out as he lifted his hand and smashed the phone to the ground.

“Don’t!”

Zhou Zining threw herself forward, frantically picking up the phone that had broken in two, trying to turn it on.

A rim of white light appeared around the screen, flickering and gradually spreading.

She cast a forceful glance at Bo Yanching, then screamed shrilly at Nan Jiaojiao: “You slut!

What gives you the right to touch my things!”