Mrs. Bo did not dare to offend him, so she could only speak in a gentle voice: "Ye Chenchen is very good, has good character, and is smart and progressive. My mother really likes her to be my daughter-in-law."
Bo Jinyan laughed: "Since I like him, don't you still have a son?"
"It's nonsense. With Jincheng's character, isn't it just a waste of a good girl?"
Mrs. Bo said something displeased. She stood up, held her son's shoulders, and spoke earnestly: "Jin Yan, I know you have your own opinion. Just listen to your mother for once, okay?"
At the end, she was almost pleading.
Bo Jinyan pulled his lower lip with a half-smile and took out a lighter from his pocket.
With a click, it lit up.
Mrs. Bo was startled: "What are you doing?"
Bo Jinyan didn't make a sound, the firelight illuminated his face, which was so heavy that he could drip water.
The flame burns out.
He shook his hand and said coldly: "Mom, what are you afraid of?"
"..." Mrs. Bo was stunned for a moment, and her face changed slightly.
Bo Jinyan said word by word: "Don't worry, what you are worried about will never happen. If you become the heir of the Bo family, you have to accept the arranged marriage. I am not worthy of being the heir."
"..." Mrs. Bo's face turned pale, and her tone was a little high: "What do you mean? For Gu Luoqi, you don't even want the Bo family?"
"That was not what I meant."
Bo Jinyan touched the area that had been burned by the fire, with a deep smile on his extremely handsome face: "Mom, I can promise you that I will never stand against you. You are not the only one.
Son, some of the things you think are best can be left to Jincheng."
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
Bo Jinyan bent down, turned around and walked out.
Mrs. Bo chased him for two steps, then stopped, looking at his back as he decided to leave, her brows furrowed deeply.
She stopped talking several times and watched him leave in the car.
Outside the courtyard, there was an engine sound, and in the distance, the man disappeared completely.
The housekeeper had been standing silently in the room, but now he couldn't help but walked over: "Madam, come in, it's windy here, don't catch a cold."
Mrs. Bo moved her lower lip and asked numbly: "What does he mean?"
"...Madam, don't think too much." Seeing her faltering, the housekeeper supported her worriedly: "The young master simply doesn't want to marry Miss Ye, he has no other intentions."
"No, no, he must have other intentions!" Mrs. Bo bit her lower lip, with a strong worry in her eyes: "He must know something! Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that..."
"Madam, you are worrying too much!"
The housekeeper hurriedly lowered his voice: "How old was the eldest young master at that time? It is impossible for him to know what happened back then. Besides, you see, the eldest young master still respects you very much over the years."
If there is talk of respect between mother and son, that is alienation.
Mrs. Bo looked at the sky outside. It was so dark, like a fog that couldn't be cleared.
She asked hoarsely: "He is so powerful. If he wants to investigate, he will definitely find out something. No matter how much I try to make up for him these years, it will not help."
"Madam, we can't find out." The housekeeper said: "There are no traces of what happened back then. No matter how powerful the young master is, it is impossible to find out what happened more than 20 years ago. Besides," she said in a low voice.
Even lower: "Besides, if he knew, I'm afraid he would have turned against me long ago."