Chapter Forty-Eight: Opening Soon

“We had dinner together that night, so Mr. Bo drove us back.”

Sang Ruo raised her shimmering eyes and glanced indifferently at the man in front of her.

Bo Jinzhou's brows furrowed slightly: "You had dinner together tonight?"

"What's the big deal?" Sang Ruo said in a cold tone, "Mr. Bo is Linlin's godfather. I'm taking care of the child now, and it's normal for him to come and see her occasionally."

“Sang Ruo, you don’t even come back to see your own son, yet you’re taking care of someone else’s child. Don’t you think your behavior is really absurd?”

Sang Ruo curled her lips into a mocking smile: "You and Liang Yuxin are truly destined to be together; even your words are exactly the same!"

"Isn't that the truth?"

Sang Ruo had no intention of arguing with him and said in a light tone, "If you don't have anything to do, don't bother me here. I have nothing to say to you."

"Stay away from your uncle from now on. Let him take care of your child. You are not allowed to take other people's children with you anymore."

Bo Jinzhou's voice was unusually cold as he turned his gaze to Song Linlin.

Song Linlin happened to lift her eyelids and meet the man's gaze.

She subconsciously lowered her head, moved closer to Sang Ruo, and tightened her grip on Sang Ruo's hand.

Sang Ruo naturally noticed the child's tension and disarray.

She pulled Song Linlin behind her, raising her voice considerably: "Bo Jinzhou, I'm already divorcing you, why are you still bothering me about who I take care of the child! If you mind me taking care of someone else's child, you can send Bo Yukang to me to raise, but are you willing to do that?"

Bo Jinzhou's expression darkened for a moment.

He was naturally unwilling.

Although the two had no feelings for each other, Bo Yukang was his only child, so how could he possibly let her take care of the child?

"Since President Bo has no intention of letting me take care of the child, what is the meaning of his sarcastic remarks about me here?"

"I just think it's very inappropriate for you to be taking care of your uncle's child!"

Sang Ruo's expression was extremely cold: "She's just a goddaughter, not a biological daughter. What are you so bothered about?"

"I don't mind, I'm just worried about what people will say! Besides, Grandpa thought you were only temporarily taking care of the child, but judging from your attitude, you're planning to have the child with you long-term?"

After hearing his words, Sang Ruo's eyes grew colder.

If Bo Jinzhou were to find out at this critical juncture that she had adopted a child, he would definitely try to cause trouble.

She absolutely couldn't let him know that she had adopted Song Linlin.

Otherwise, all her and Bo Jinyan's previous efforts would have been in vain.

"Instead of talking to me, you should talk to your uncle."

"What do you mean?" Bo Jinzhou asked, puzzled. "Are you saying my uncle insists on letting you take care of the child?"

Sang Ruo said calmly, "Linlin has no parents, and Mr. Bo is very busy. Do you think he will have time to take care of a child?"

"My uncle has several nannies at home, can't they even take care of one child?"

“I told you, since Mr. Bo is so curious, why don’t you go and ask your uncle yourself!” She grabbed Song Linlin’s hand and quickly walked towards the door: “I have other things to do, so I’ll have to stay.”

Before the other party could respond, Sang Ruo grabbed Song Linlin's hand and quickly walked into the house.

Bo Jinzhou glanced at her retreating figure as she entered the room, his eyes dark and brooding.

Let him ask his uncle...

If you ask your uncle about something this small, he might not even bother with you!

When Sang Ruo arrived home, she saw Chen Anni resting on the sofa: "You're back?"

"Yes, Aunt Nini!"

Song Linlin jogged over, grabbed Chen Anni's arm, and smiled faintly.

Sang Ruo took the child to take a bath, and when she came out, she saw Chen Anni still sitting on the sofa looking at her phone.

She walked over and asked curiously, "It's getting late, why aren't you resting yet?"

"You've come at the right time. A relative of mine isn't feeling well and would like you to take a look at her. When does your clinic open?"

"We'll open in two days." Sang Ruo looked at her curiously: "Is your period feeling unwell?"

"Her condition is the same as Mr. Bo's; she has trouble breathing, and Western medicine treatments haven't been very effective, so I'd like you to take a look."

“Sure! After you open, just have her come to the clinic and I’ll take a look at her.”

"Okay." Chen Anni nodded, then changed the subject: "How's your shop doing now? Is it all renovated?"

"Yes, it's almost finished. The cleaning lady will come tomorrow to clean up, and then we'll be ready to open."

Chen Anni asked curiously, "So, have you recruited any good people?"

Sang Ruo replied calmly, "Someone will come for an interview tomorrow."

"Then choose carefully, pick a capable assistant for yourself..."

Sang Ruo smiled faintly but did not reply.

The next day, in the morning.

Several people came to the clinic for interviews today. Sang Ruo only plans to hire one TCM doctor for now. She will consider adding more staff once the clinic's situation improves.

She looked at several people, but only one boy caught her eye.

The boy wasn't very old, but he was very skilled in medicine and was tall and handsome.

When Sang Ruo pushed open the door and walked in, she felt as if she were bathed in a spring breeze; the place was clean and refreshing.

Chen Wuye.

When Sang Ruo saw this name, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl slightly.

It's a very poetic name, just like his personality—gentle yet subtly sharp.

Sang Ruo asked him several questions, which he answered very well. When he actually did the hands-on work, he was surprisingly professional.

"That's great. If you think it's okay, come and report for duty tomorrow!"

Chen Wuye readily nodded: "Sure, Mr. Sang."

"Just call me Xiao Ruo from now on."

"You're older than me, so it's not appropriate to call you by your first name directly." Chen Wuye smiled faintly, "Then I'll call you Sister Xiaoruo from now on!"

"good."

Sang Ruo nodded gently and saw him to the door.

As soon as Chen Wuye pushed open the door, he was met with a pair of cold eyes.

The man, dressed in a black suit, raised his hand with its distinct knuckles, seemingly about to open the door.

When Chen Wuye saw him, he paused for a moment, then nodded at the other person and looked away.

He turned to look at Sang Ruo and said in a light tone, "Sister Ruo, I'll be going now."

Sang Ruo waved at him: "Okay."

Her gaze shifted to the man who walked in, a hint of curiosity appearing in her eyes: "Mr. Bo, what brings you here so suddenly?"

“My friend said your place is about to open, but he doesn’t have time to keep an eye on the progress, so he asked me to come and take a look.”

The man spoke in a light tone, and a subtle, gentle light flickered in his captivating eyes.

Sang Ruo laughed and said, "Is your friend afraid I'll tear his house down?"