My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 413: Bo Family’s Joy Multiplies 2

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Bo Family’s Joy Multiplies 2

No matter how much they grumbled inwardly, they dared not act out before the family patriarch, Grandpa Bo, declared they could move about freely.

Grandpa Bo swept his gaze over the not-so-young children, his brow furrowed with worry, "Our Bo Family is abundant in males but lacking in females; Xiaowa is the only girl, and now even the great-grandson is a boy. Is our family really not fated to have girls?"

He then pointed at his grandsons standing by the wall, "Couldn’t you at least consider the Bo Family’s hopes? Look at you, a bunch of bachelors. Still have the face to come home? Where is your face? Where?"

The five brothers: "..."

No kidding, this mission is too daunting.

Really, the Bo Family just doesn’t seem to have any luck with girls; it’s a matter of heredity, family history.

Seeing that his grandsons couldn’t even commit, Grandpa Bo slowly stood up with the aid of his walking stick, "When you decide to marry and add value to the Bo Family, then you can leave that place."

Bo Qin had a very odd look on his face, "Grandpa, I’m thirty-five this year. Standing here, isn’t it quite unsightly?"

Grandpa Bo snorted coldly, "Being a bachelor isn’t unsightly? In my opinion, that’s far more unsightly than you standing there. Can you get married this year? If you can, I’ll let you leave this unsightly spot."

Bo Yan, "Big brother, as you can’t rid yourself of singlehood today, what loss of face are you afraid of? We brothers have been standing at this wall from childhood to adulthood, what dignity have we lost?

Look at our parents, how gleefully they watch, as if they’d love to hang their sons on the wall. With that attitude, I knew there was no hope."

Uncle Bo’s face was a rictus of a smile as he looked at his wife, "It seems our Bo Yan has quite a few complaints about us."

Bo Yan’s spine stiffened, and as he turned his head, he was met with his father’s gloomy face, "Dad, at times when you should have shown up, you’re always late, but when you shouldn’t be here, you’re always around. Are you a lurking spirit?"

Uncle Bo’s smile was anything but warm, sending shivers down the brothers’ spines, and sure enough, the next second, he took off his shoe from his foot and started waving it at his son, Bo Yan.

"I don’t know if I’m always late when I need to show up and always around when I don’t, but I do know clearly that when it’s time to beat you, I never miss out."

"Ow ow, Dad, Dad, stop it, please stop! Being hit with a shoe you pulled off is far more embarrassing than standing against the wall. Look at Uncle, Second Uncle, and Young Uncle, who acts like you? You swing your fists at the drop of a hat. Won’t your violent tendencies rub off on me? With sister not here, is this how you treat me?"

Bo Yan dodged and rambled on ceaselessly.

Bo Qin heaved a sigh and moved closer to speak into Bo Qin’s ear, "Big brother, is Bo Yan stupid? Plucking hairs from a tiger’s mouth, has he even assessed his own fighting prowess?

Looking at this, it’s not going to be over easily. He’s done for."

"Keep talking, and you won’t be far from being done for either," Uncle Bo admonished his own son with a humph.

Bo Qin wisely clamped his mouth shut, burying his head down.

Even though Uncle Bo was getting on in years, after beating his son for a while, he started to feel aches in his waist and back. Bo Yan picked up his shoe and handed it back to him, unrepentant, "Commander Bo, was that supposed to be tickling me?

Your thunderous vigor, and we get such light rain? You’re old, no need to pretend; it’s embarrassing."

Mrs. Bo quickly stepped in, slapping her son on the shoulder, "Did you go out and learn witchcraft with that mouth of yours? Why are your words so ugly? Are you trying to anger your father to death?

Just shut up. Where did your father go wrong in hitting you? Do you still have no shame?

So stubborn. Why don’t you go and find a wife to show off in front of your father and me? We won’t say a word, and we’ll even give you a big red envelope."

Red-faced and with no face left to lose because of his mother’s sarcasm, Bo Yan closed his mouth and returned to stand against the wall, standing at attention.

Uncle Bo walked over, snatched the shoe from his hand and put it on, "Wearing the shoes after beating my foolish son feels different, walking feels exceptionally brisk and refreshing."

The brothers: "..."

Everyone: "..."

After the elders had gone to the side hall, Bo Liu looked at Bo San thoughtfully. Bo San felt uneasy under his gaze, "What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen your brother get smacked before?"

Bo Liu was very interested, "Bro, let me take off my shoe and hit you too, just to verify whether it’s really refreshing."

"Are you asking for a beating, Liuer? Too embarrassed to just say you want to die?"

Bo San almost laughed at Bo Liu’s innocent words, "Dad’s trying to assert his presence through me, how come your intelligence seems so naive?"

The brothers couldn’t help laughing out loud at this, Bo Si looked back nostalgically, "Ah, back in the day, Xiaoqi used to stand with us on the wall. Now he’s become a role model, and we seem destined to not change."

After feeding Zhizhi his milk, Yuran stood with Bo Yan at the staircase on the second floor, having watched the whole scene. Her red lips parted slightly, and she couldn’t help but chuckle, "Uncle San is quite amusing, and the brothers are also quite... fun."

Bo Yan snorted with derision, "What a disgrace."

Yuran laughed, "Gege, did you also get punished like this before?"

Bo Yan didn’t feel disgraced at all. A smile crept into the corners of his eyes as he accepted Zhizhi from her arms, "Yeah, pretty much, I was in the same camp as them;

however, I won’t be anymore because now I’m the most outstanding among my brothers. Xiaowu won’t be punished either when she comes back. She has always been the happiest since she is the only girl in our family."

Yuran rubbed his palm soothingly, offering comfort, "As you say, in the future, you won’t either."

Bo Yan chuckled, wrapped her hand in his own, and with one arm carrying his son and the other leading her, they went downstairs.

Seeing the family of three descending the stairs, the Bo Qin brothers spat and Bo San said with a forced smile, "Xiaoqi, you’re inciting public anger here."

Bo Yan’s words were particularly venomous, and tinged with scorn, exemplifying what’s called fake brotherly love, "Oh, I have a wife and son. You insist on turning envy into anger; how should I respond to that?"

Bo San, "Have you no shame?"

Bo Yan, "Have you no shame?"

"Cough cough..." Bo San always felt that when facing Bo Yan, it was as if his eloquence had been sealed away, unable to retaliate effectively.

Nothing like the impressive display in front of their father.

Looking at his brothers standing in a neat row with military posture, Bo Yan mocked, "Really consistent over the years! So pitiful."

The comment heated the brothers’ faces with mockery, yet they were helpless before their youngest sibling, who was now the Bo Family’s favorite.

Bitter, isn’t it?

Hold it in!

If you can’t stand it, go find a wife!

Can’t find one!

Endure his sarcasm and ridicule.

Bo Yan tugged at Yuran’s hand, "Let’s go to the side hall. Standing here too long isn’t good for our son’s education. What if he follows suit?"

The brothers: "..."

That’s outrageous, your son’s eyes are closed, are you blind?