Chapter 49 A thin narrative
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After learning about the conflicts between Bo Siye and the Bo family, Jiang Siyu did not ask any further questions.
For example, how did he acquire the Bo family's shares?
Some things are best left unsaid; the two people understand each other perfectly well.
Jiang Siyu adjusted her posture in Bo Siye's arms and asked the second question:
"Why did you pretend not to know me on the day we bumped into each other at the scenic spot?"
"..."
Bo Siye's eyes suddenly held a hint of resentment.
He pinched Jiang Siyu's cheek, not wanting to use too much force, but his lowered voice was full of grievance.
"I dare not."
"?" What kind of green tea comment is this?
Looking at her questioning gaze, Bo Siye knew that Jiang Siyu had probably forgotten what he had said.
Suddenly, he realized that if he told Jiang Siyu the truth, he might get beaten up.
But I won't say...
He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Siyu's forehead: "Can we let this matter go?"
"cannot!"
"Alright then." Bo Siye indulged Jiang Siyu helplessly: "Do you remember what you said at the party Chloe and her boyfriend threw to celebrate their reunion?"
Bo Siye didn't stab Jiang Siyu directly, but carefully pushed the tip of the knife half an inch towards her heart.
Jiang Siyu suddenly felt a chill down her back. She blinked and tried hard to recall the scene from that day.
Then I couldn't remember.
Bo Siye had no choice but to stab her with the knife: "You said you would never like the same person twice, you'd rather eat shit than..."
"Alright, shut up!"
Memories always come vividly yet abruptly, and Jiang Siyu immediately covered Bo Siye's mouth.
"I suddenly feel so sleepy, I'm going to wash up."
"Tired?" Bo Siye chuckled as he watched Jiang Siyu's retreating figure disappear in a flash. It was indeed time to be sleepy at nine o'clock in the evening.
*
Xishan Mansion, on the western outskirts of Haicheng.
Mu Jing sat on the black crescent-shaped sofa in the living room, elegantly picked up the tea brought by the nanny, took a sip, and then glanced at the time.
It's been three hours! A full three hours have passed since she walked in!
But still, no one told her where Bo Siye was.
During this period, she came almost every day, but she never managed to get any information about Bo Siye's whereabouts from the people who were taking care of him.
Mu Jing took a deep breath, resisting the urge to smash the teacup in her hand:
"Contact Bo Siye right now and have him come see me!"
"I'm sorry, Madam." Yu Zhe, the person in charge of Xishan Mansion, bowed apologetically. "You should be aware of the consequences of disturbing President Bo so abruptly. We cannot bear such consequences."
"Then can you bear the consequences of angering me?!" Mu Jing questioned sharply.
Yu Zhe lowered his head and spoke with neither humility nor arrogance: "We are President Bo's people."
The subtext is, so what if I anger you?
Mu Jing is Bo Siye's mother. When she came, they treated her as an honored guest.
But no one will help Mu Jing with other things.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Yu Zhe's words completely stung Mu Jing's pride, and she could no longer contain her anger, smashing the teacup on the ground.
"You guys are truly good dogs raised by Bo Siye!"
The carpet was custom-made in Italy and was quite expensive.
Yu Zhe frowned, completely ignoring the insults Mu Jing was spewing: "Madam, I will personally deliver the carpet quote to the young master later."
"You dare!"
Mentioning Bo Xumu Jing makes her seem like a fierce mother beast protecting her cubs.
But Yu Zhe simply maintained a polite smile: "Does Madam think I wouldn't dare?"
Mu Jing clenched her fist. The people under Bo Siye were just like him, like rocks in a latrine, smelly and stubborn.
Unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
After a while, Mu Jing took a deep breath and took out the check from her bag.
"Fill in the amount yourself, and don't bother Ah Xu."
“Yes, Madam,” Yu Zhe replied matter-of-factly, taking the check and putting it away.
Unable to glean any information about Bo Siye from Yu Zhe, Mu Jing stormed off again.
Upon returning to the Bo family's old residence, Mu Jing saw Bo Xu sitting in the pavilion as soon as she entered the gate.
She went over and took the blanket from the nanny, covering Bo Xu's legs with it.
"The temperature is gradually getting cooler, so we still need to be careful."
"I know." Bo Xu smiled gently, his face, which bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Bo Siye, was pale with a sickly pallor.
He looked at Mu Jing and asked, "Did Mom go to see A Si again just now?"
Mu Jing paused in her act of spreading out the blanket for her. "I just haven't seen him for a while, and I was thinking of going to see him."
"Ah Si doesn't like being disturbed, so Mom should try not to bother him."
“I’m his mother, how can you call it disturbing me?” Mu Jing patted Bo Xu’s cool hand:
"You always think of him and give in to him in everything, but what about him?"
Thinking of Yu Zhe's threatening words, Mu Jing felt a sharp pain in her heart again.
"Ah Xu, you must fight for what's yours."
“…It’s alright.” Bo Xu’s hands, which were resting on his lap, slowly tightened: “Those already belong to A Si, it’s okay if I don’t want them.”
"How can it be nothing!" Mu Jing's eyes immediately reddened: "If you hadn't been injured, how would he have had the opportunity to enter Fan Yu?"
"Everything he has now should rightfully belong to you; you are the rightful head of the Bo family!"
"Mom!" Bo Xu suddenly raised his voice: "A Si is sitting in that position now, so there's no point in saying any more."
"How could it be boring? He promised me..."
"That's enough!" Bo Xu interrupted Mu Jing. "I'm tired."
Knowing that Bo Xu didn't want to discuss this matter anymore, Mu Jing sighed helplessly and with heartache.
Whenever these topics are brought up, Bo Xu always avoids the topic.
The reason for his avoidance was still because he cared about Ah Si's younger brother.
Her eldest son is still too soft-hearted.
After escorting Bo Xu back to his courtyard, Mu Jing gave instructions to her subordinates.
"Go keep an eye on the second young master and see what he's been up to lately."
Even though he didn't return to the Xishan Mansion, Mu Jing didn't believe that Bo Siye was avoiding her.
"Yes, madam."
*
"So, you two made up?"
"They've made up in such a short time?"
"They're even living together?!"
Jiang Siyu had just told Fu Lin about her reconciliation with Bo Siye when she received a barrage of questions from her. She smiled and said:
"When you come back, I'll introduce you to him?"
"Of course I should meet you. I'm your best friend, so I have to keep an eye on things when you're dating."
Fu Lin spoke righteously, then suddenly remembered the face she had seen when she video-chatted with Jiang Siyu last time, and then grinned lewdly:
"You brat, you're eating well."
Jiang Siyu: "..."
She didn't want to discuss these things with Fu Lin.
Fu Lin's brain can turn black and white into something yellow.
Jiang Siyu was afraid that she might say something terrible in a moment.
"I'll hang up now, I'll pick you up when you get back?"
"Okay, bring your partner along then."
"We'll see when he has time." Jiang Siyu didn't agree on behalf of Bo Siye. She chatted with Fu Lin for a while longer before hanging up the phone.
I glanced at the time; it was already five in the afternoon.
I just got off work.
Jiang Siyu finished packing her things and then received a message from Bo Siye.
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