Chapter 603: Heartless from a Young Age

Zhou Zining wanted to follow, but as the door closed right before her eyes, she fell hard to the ground, her knee painfully bruised, no longer able to suppress the panic in her heart, she called out Bo Shuxian’s name loudly, no matter how much she called out, the man who once couldn’t bear to see her hurt in the slightest, the man who would appear immediately whenever she needed him, never opened the door again.

Old Lady Bo hadn’t witnessed what happened downstairs, but she had learned the gist of it from Auntie Wu.

After hearing about it, she remained silent for a long while before sighing, “I had long noticed that child’s ulterior motives in approaching me, and I even suspected she might have other intentions, but she handled herself so well on the surface, she truly didn’t allow me to entertain that thought.”

Auntie Wu moved her lips, seeming to want to say something, but she didn’t know how to begin.

Isn’t it so, the relationship between the Fourth Young Madam and the Fourth Young Master, who wouldn’t look at it and feel envious?

Over the years, they frequently visited, and Zhou Zining, always in front of others, showed everyone her good wife and good mother side, respectful to Old Lady Bo, respectful to Bo Yanching, never making any mistakes.

She hid it so well.

“Being young, it’s normal to make some mistakes, with a bit more age, the Fourth Young Madam should be able to understand,” she said.

Old Lady Bo gave her a meaningful look, “You’ve stood there for so long, racking your brains to come up with just that?”

A slight smile appeared on Auntie Wu’s face, “Old Madam, you’re teasing me again, knowing I can’t say anything else.”

Old Lady Bo snorted lightly, half-reclining in her chair, which rocked gently, with a thin blanket covering her legs and a low table next to her where incense was burning, giving off a scent of sandalwood reminiscent of a temple.

Old Lady softly closed her eyes, “This time, let them leave Qianqian with me.”

“This, Capital City may not agree, right?”

The Old Lady snorted coldly, “He won’t agree?

That old wretch hasn’t got many years left in him; he was heartless even when he was younger.

If it weren’t for me taking Yanqing by my side, and Shuxian being close to me, heaven knows what kind of temperament he might have taught him.

And out of the next generation, only Yanqing’s father had some conscience, wasn’t he driven away by that old devil for more than twenty years?”

Auntie Wu was startled, there was not a hint of respect in that tone.

“I can take care of one or two children, if another young one comes along, I can still take care of her, with Qianqian by my side at least she can grow up happy.”

Old Madam glanced at her own legs and tried moving them, a look of relief spread across her face, “Speaking of which, I have to thank Jiaojiao for this.

If not for her, these legs might well have been useless until I was placed in my coffin.

Right, Jiaojiao was wronged by today’s affairs, go to the storeroom and pick out some gifts, I’ll give them to her the next time she comes.”

“Third Young Master took Miss Jiaojiao away, thinking you were taking a nap, he didn’t come up to disturb you.

When they left, Miss Jiaojiao specifically instructed me to prepare your foot soak every night, and next week when she visits, she’ll bring another kind of medicinal herb.”

“She’s thoughtful.” Old Lady Bo nodded, her brows and eyes curved in fondness.

In just a few words, her heart had completely gone over to Nan Jiaojiao’s side; as for Zhou Zining’s fate, as to how she quarreled with Bo Shuxian, she surprisingly found herself indifferent.

Yet, she couldn’t truly just ignore it.

Old Madam lifted her hand with a vexed expression, “Go check, if there’s not much commotion, leave it be, but if it gets too loud, have Qingshan take Qianqian to the backyard to play for a while.”

“Alright, as you wish.”

Auntie Wu moved the empty carved incense burner to one side and then pulled the blanket further up Old Lady’s legs.

As she opened the door, she came face to face with a man who was just about to knock.