"Madam Jiang gave birth to her two children in this mansion. At that time, the master was also around. The family of four lived a very comfortable life," the housekeeper aunt said, her eyes shining with happiness.
"The eldest young master was lively and active. He always dragged the second young master to catch fish in the lotus pond at the back. They were scolded by the master every time, but they never learned their lesson. In the end, it was always Madam Jiang who came to their rescue," the housekeeper aunt continued.
Shen Ximan bit her spoon and couldn't help grinning.
"What happened later?" she asked.
"Later... Later, Madam Jiang suddenly fell ill and became paralyzed in bed. The master searched for doctors who could treat her both at home and abroad, but it was all in vain," the housekeeper aunt said, her voice choking with emotion.
"Because of an accident, the second young master made a terrible mistake. That's when his personality completely changed. Alas! It's really pitiful. He was targeted by everyone at such a young age, and even the people closest to him didn't like him," the housekeeper aunt added, wiping away her tears.
Hearing this, Shen Ximan suddenly remembered what Bo Jingyu had said just now...
"You're right. I'm such a person. I could pull out my mother's oxygen tube with my own hands and watch her die right in front of me," Bo Jingyu had said, his eyes filled with sadness.
How could a child be so cruel as to watch his beloved mother die? How could a child turn against his own brother and fight to the death?
Shen Ximan suddenly felt a little sorry for Bo Jingyu's experience.
People always say that children from wealthy families are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, and their family and friendship are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
But why did he have to suffer so much humiliation and be despised by others since childhood? Why did he have to be labeled as "ruthless" and "heartless"?
The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.
She had just exposed his scar out of anger.
"Do you want some more?" the housekeeper aunt's voice suddenly came into her ears.
Shen Ximan came back to her senses and found that the pudding in her hand was already gone, and the scar on her face was still clearly visible.
She covered her cheek in a daze and turned her head silently. "No, thank you," she said.
"You don't have to cover it. I can tell from your eyes that you're a good girl," the housekeeper aunt said gently, stroking her head. Then she took the plate from her hand and quietly stepped back.
The late Madam Jiang must have been a gentle and virtuous woman.
She must have played a big role in training her servants to be so polite and well-behaved. It's a pity that she died young...
No one had ever touched Shen Ximan's head before, not even her own mother. This special treatment and tenderness made her want to cry.
At the Bo family mansion.
As soon as Bo Jingyu came in and took off his shoes, he saw an old figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Grandpa, why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked.
"Where's that woman?" Bo Yanhai's voice was cold, and his anger was about to erupt.
"She's not feeling well. I sent her to a nearby hotel first," Bo Jingyu replied.
Bo Yanhai stood up from the sofa, sneering. "Tell me the truth. Did you marry that worthless woman just to anger me?" he asked.
"I didn't know her before we got married," Bo Jingyu said honestly.
"Is she really that important to you? Are you just pretending or do you really like her?!" Bo Yanhai's face turned red with anger.
Bo Siming heard the commotion inside the door and quietly hid behind it without making a sound.
"Grandpa, this is my own business," Bo Jingyu said.
SLAP!
Bo Jingyu took a few steps back and lowered his head, biting his lips.
A red handprint immediately appeared on his delicate face, and the burning pain was like a needle prick. It didn't take long for it to swell up.
"She's only been married into our family for less than half a month, and look at how much trouble she's caused! First, she got involved in a scandal with your brother, and the whole internet is buzzing about it! Then she ran away without saying a word today. If it weren't for your brother's help, the banquet tonight would have been a disaster!" Bo Yanhai said, defending the so-called interests of the Bo family. He sounded like a boss punishing his employee, showing no trace of family affection at all.
"Well, that's great. The Bo family doesn't only have me as a grandson," Bo Jingyu said.
"You!" Bo Yanhai was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Alright, alright," Bo Siming took the opportunity to come in and mediate. "Grandpa, don't be so angry. Take care of your health. Jingyu just doesn't know how to talk. He doesn't have any bad intentions."
"You're really good at putting on a show, brother," Bo Jingyu said coldly, giving him a look. Then he turned around and went upstairs without looking back.
"You! Look at him! He really makes me angry! An ungrateful white-eyed wolf! I shouldn't have agreed to make him the heir!" Bo Yanhai gasped for breath, stroking his chest.
Bo Siming quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him. "Young people are always rebellious. Leave it to me. I guarantee I'll handle it properly," he said.
The old man was still breathing heavily, and his angry mood didn't seem to have eased at all. "First, solve your own problems! How could you, as an older brother, get involved in a scandal with your sister-in-law? This is just nonsense!" he said.
Then Bo Yanhai pushed him away and went back to his room with the help of the housekeeper.
"Damn old man. I've been smiling and serving him tea, but he doesn't give me any face at all," Bo Siming said through gritted teeth, his veins popping out on his forehead. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
It seemed that the old man was staying neutral and not taking sides.
Then he would have to take matters into his own hands.
Bo Siming took out his phone and looked at the photos sent by his subordinate. He hooked his lips in satisfaction and quickly typed a few words.
"Keep an eye on her. Make sure nothing goes wrong."
An Ruo was now in his hands, and it would be easy to use her to manipulate Shen Ximan.
Early in the morning, before dawn, Bo Jingyu came downstairs.
Bo Siming had already had his breakfast in the kitchen. He was smiling wickedly as he handed a kraft paper bag to him. "Grandpa asked me to give this to you," he said.
Bo Jingyu hesitated for a moment but still took it and opened it.
It was a divorce agreement.
"What does this mean?" he asked.
"I was afraid that the old man would get high blood pressure, so I took the liberty of taking on this task. Take a good look. If there's no problem, just sign it," Bo Siming said.
"I bet this stupid idea was yours, wasn't it?" Bo Jingyu said, frowning.
Bo Siming clapped his hands and laughed. "Sure enough, you're my brother. Your insight is really extraordinary. I'm really starting to hate sharing the same blood with you. I feel uncomfortable just seeing you wandering around this house," he said.
Bo Jingyu tore the paper bag in half and threw it at him. He forced a smile and retorted, "Then get out. No one is forcing you to stay here."
"Aren't you worried that your wife will fall in love with me?" Bo Siming stood on the stairs, smiling wickedly as he tried to provoke him.
Bo Jingyu ignored him and picked up the milk on the table before leaving the house.
"Still acting so high and mighty? I'll make you taste the pain of being betrayed," Bo Siming said, dialing a number on his phone. His eyes were full of cunning. "Send an anonymous message to Shen Ximan and tell her that An Ruo is in my hands."
Shen Shiyu had told him this information.
An Ruo was Shen Ximan's weakness and the bargaining chip that could make her do anything. As long as he seized this opportunity, it would be easy to bring down Bo Jingyu.