My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 501: A Warm Day

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: A Warm Day

The milky scent of his son by his side kept drifting over, and Bo Yan, too, fell into a drowsy sleep. The father and son lay with their heads together, looking incredibly tender and warm.

Mrs. Bo had no desire to sleep, and naturally, General Bo did not either. Watching Mrs. Bo toss and turn without falling asleep, he could not help but speak up, "Are you worried about your son’s affairs?"

"Not at all."

"Then why aren’t you sleeping? Do you know what time it is?"

Mrs. Bo cast a sidelong glance at General Bo, "If you want to sleep, then sleep. I never insisted you talk to me."

General Bo: "..."

He decided not to sleep either. Turning on the lamp beside the bed and sitting up, he reached out to pull Mrs. Bo out as well. The sudden brightness made her eyes uncomfortable, and she raised her hand to shield them, "Bo Yinan, are you sick or something? Not sleeping in the middle of the night."

General Bo looked utterly innocent as he dimmed the light a bit, "Madam, it’s fine now. Please, get up. Let’s talk."

Mrs. Bo slowly removed her fingers from her eyes, which felt much better, and leaned against the headboard. General Bo asked, "Since you’ve entered the room, you’ve been sighing and restless. What are you so worried about?"

Mrs. Bo glanced at him, at a loss for words, "..."

General Bo coaxed gently, "It’s distressing to keep it all to yourself. If you tell me, I can share some of the burden. So, would you like to talk to me about it?"

"Bo Yinan, I’ve found that when you’re setting a trap for me, you have the sweetest words."

An innocent, extremely innocent General Bo, "...Madam, when have I ever set a trap for you? Are you not being responsible with your words?"

Mrs. Bo sighed, "Forget it, I don’t want to argue with you. I just realized that our son is unhappy."

General Bo couldn’t believe it. When he himself was unhappy, he never saw his wife so restless. Bitter feelings welled up inside him, "He’s grown up, almost thirty. Does he still need you to comfort his mental health?"

Mrs. Bo raised her hand to hit him, "That’s why I don’t want to talk to you about our son. Every time we do, you act like you’ve downed ten jins of vinegar. He’s your son, not your enemy.

How come you can’t treat Xiaoqi the same way Xiaoqi treats Zhizhi?"

General Bo, "Madam, I swear to the heavens, was I ever not good to Xiaoqi when I was young? Think back carefully and reflect on it."

Mrs. Bo suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion. She stared at General Bo’s face, full of resentment, and suddenly asked herself, had she indeed neglected him quite a lot?

But was it proper to compete with her own son for affection?

Mrs. Bo lay back under the covers, turning away from General Bo, "I’ll stop talking to you. You don’t plan to have a real conversation with me anyway."

"No, my dear, alright, alright, alright. We’ll not discuss the issue between us and our son. Just tell me about our son’s matters, okay?"

Only then did Mrs. Bo give General Bo a look, "Bo Yinan, I was waiting for our son in the living room just now. When he came back, his face was full of gloom. I’m worried he’s done something wrong outside."

But General Bo wasn’t worried at all. Hearing this, he chuckled quietly, "Do you not know what Xiaoqi is like? Is he the type to get into trouble? If he’s going to make someone else do it, don’t worry. He knows the limits, and as long as he cares about the Bo Family, he won’t do anything that would break the law."

He came from a military background and set stern boundaries for his son. If Bo Yan ever crossed the line, he, as a father, would be the first to let him have it.

Mrs. Bo was just worried that Bo Yan might act recklessly, and then father and son would stand at odds with each other, a situation she would find almost unbearable.

When Bo’s mother heard this, she turned to look at Bo Yinan, trying to see even a hint of consideration on his face, but there wasn’t any. The way he carried himself, it seemed as if Bo Yan stepped out of line, he would be the first to disapprove. All of a sudden, Bo’s mother felt a heavy weight.

"Bo Yinan, are you heartless?"

The senior Bo leader stuck to his principles in his explanation, "Madam, this has nothing to do with personal feelings. I was trained by the state, serving the country is imprinted in my bones. I cannot ponder more just because it’s my own son.

’The law applies to the prince and commoner alike.’ Besides, I am not the emperor. If my son does something wrong, why can’t he be arrested?"

Bo’s mother couldn’t refute him, nor would she be so blindly indulgent towards Bo Yan as to believe that whatever he did was right as long as the Bo Family could cover for him.

Such a thing, she could neither say nor do.

She looked at the ceiling and sighed, "I hope I’m just overthinking it."

The senior Bo leader patted her back and reassured her, "Don’t worry, I’ve been harsh on Xiaoqi since he was young and never seemed to like him much, but I know my son well. He is not someone without principles. He knows what to do and what lines not to cross.

As for the bad mood you mentioned, it’s probably because of Yuran. I heard that he paid a visit to the police station. You know who got arrested these days, don’t you?"

Bo’s wife, who had been fraught with worry, suddenly felt her heart return to its place. After a moment of realization, she exclaimed, "So you knew all along?"

The senior Bo leader shook his head, "Not really. I only found out when you were downstairs just now."

Bo’s mother said, "So, you just stood there and watched me worry, without saying anything?"

An immensely aggrieved senior Bo leader: "..." No, my lady, when did you develop such a heartless attitude? The point is, he didn’t even get a chance to explain.

The senior Bo leader held his forehead and continued to soothe Bo’s mother.

He knew she might just need to vent a little, her heart was still that of a young girl—the girl who started dating him when she was just a teenager.

The senior Bo leader’s eyes showed amusement, letting Bo’s mother ramble on and release her emotions on him.

He was happy to take it all on.

...

The next day, early morning.

Zhizhi wriggled under the covers and then crawled out, his chin bumping into Bo Yan’s jaw. Bo Yan grunted in pain, and Zhizhi carefully sat up, hugging Bo Yan’s jaw and nibbling it, his face full of a cute, soft smile, "Daddy, daddy, good morning."

His voice was cheerful, filled with laughter and contentment.

Grandma hadn’t lied to him. He really did sleep with daddy, and he was so happy.

Bo Yan stretched out his hand to steady Zhizhi on top of him, his lips curling into a smile, his sleepy eyes also slightly crinkled, showing a good mood for the day, "Baby, good morning."

Zhizhi stubbornly lay in Bo Yan’s arms, his little head resting over his heart, curled up like a little turtle, occasionally letting out giggles, "Daddy, what time did you come back last night? Zhizhi kept the bed warm for daddy, and was well-behaved."

Bo Yan hummed in response, "You’re such a good boy. Daddy came back when Zhizhi was already asleep. Thank you for helping daddy."

Zhizhi giggled sneakily, not catching the teasing in Bo Yan’s eyes. Father and son played for a while, got out of bed in matching pajamas, washed up, it was very warm and cozy.