Chapter 600: Sorry for the Trouble

Zhou Zining dared not look at him.

“You heard wrong, there’s no such thing.”

“Is that so?”

Bo Shuxian started to smile.

He was known for his good temper, never one to argue or show anger.

Despite the vast Bo Family estate, he showed little interest, immersing himself in archaeology instead, spending his days among ancient relics.

It was precisely because of this that he naturally exuded an air of refined elegance.

His response was just two short words, spoken so lightly, the tail end of his voice even carrying a hint of amusement.

Yet, the laughter sounded chilling to the ear, “No wonder, I thought you were just reserved, but it turns out your heart was never with me.”

Zhou Zining’s eyes twitched, as if finally sensing danger, her heart began pounding violently.

“I didn’t, it’s all Nan Jiaojiao’s nonsense!

She, she’s framing me.”

Zhou Zining knew she had no way out this time, fearing that she couldn’t muddle through, she finally couldn’t suppress her panic, humiliation, fear…

A surge of emotions overcame her, leaving her feeling isolated.

“Framed?” Bo Shuxian glanced at the television, where the screen was still showing the surveillance footage, coincidentally at the moment Zhou Zining pushed Qianqian into the Lotus Pond.

His gaze turned icy as he said, “Could this be faked too?”

Zhou Zining glared at him forcefully, took a deep breath, and scoffed, “If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.”

She tried to struggle free; her arm didn’t break free.

Bo Shuxian wasn’t using much force, yet he controlled her so she couldn’t move at all.

He must have rushed back, only hearing about Qianqian’s incident after arriving at the Bo Residence, from the servants’ mouths.

And it was such a coincidence that he arrived just as Zhou Zining’s true intentions were being exposed, and perhaps he had been listening outside for quite some time.

He didn’t need to ask in detail, upon seeing her for the first time, beyond the initial shock, there was only disappointment and heartache.

The men of the Bo Family were all handsome, and Bo Shuxian had a striking resemblance to Bo Yanching, around four or five points of similarity.

Even the slight pursing of their thin lips was alike, except Shuxian’s facial contours were not as hard as Yanching’s, his were softer, making him appear more approachable.

Despite often engaging in archaeology, his hands were beautiful, with elegant and slender bone structure; his palms had slight calluses, but the lines in his hands and the joints of his fingers were dust-free, his fingernails too were clean.

But Zhou Zining couldn’t stand it, always feeling there was a wearied air about him.

In a moment of irritation, she wrestled free from his grip and shouted angrily, “You’re hurting me, what are you trying to do in front of others, have you gone mad!”

Bo Shuxian gave her a surprised look, then the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

He shook his head slightly, ignoring Zhou Zining, and went to Bo Yanching.

Without looking at him, he said, “I’m sorry, third brother, I’ve caused you trouble.”

Bo Yanching patted his shoulder, his tone gentle, “Why have you come back?”

“The team sent back a batch of ancient paintings, so I came back with them.

I’ve contacted a few masters in painting restoration, so I expect to be busy.

I won’t stay at the residence, the association has reserved hotel rooms, I’ll stay there.”

Bo Yanching’s dark eyes slightly narrowed, “Rongcheng City’s Bo Residence will always be your home.”

“I know, I will always be Grandma’s grandson, you are my brother, and this will always be my home.”

Bo Shuxian clenched his palms tightly, raised his eyes—the lips trembled, yet he forced a smile, “I’m sorry for troubling you, third brother.”

Bo Yanching’s rage had been on the verge of erupting, and had Bo Shuxian not appeared suddenly, he would likely have dealt with Zhou Zining directly today.