My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 515: This consistent style scene

Chapter 515: Chapter 515: This consistent style scene

By noon, Bo San had already found the news and personally made a trip to Imperial Inscription Platform - Splendid Brocade.

Seeing him, Bo’s mother laughed, "Bo San, you’re becoming more and more efficient."

That sarcasm—if Bo San couldn’t hear it, he’d have to be brain-dead. He forced a smile and said, "Auntie, I did my best. There was a traffic jam on the way here; I was delayed for a moment. It won’t happen again."

"The evidence? Let me have a look."

Bo’s mother stretched out her hand towards him. Bo San didn’t understand why his little auntie was so invested in this issue all of a sudden.

He quickly handed over a file, "These are all verified documents, Auntie, please take a look."

After handing over the documents, he sat down beside Yuran and Bo Yan, "Auntie seems quite upset. What’s the matter, are you two so incompetent that you need Auntie to take care of everything for you?"

Yuran chuckled and explained, "Not exactly. Mom just feels a bit guilty. She wasn’t careful when she took Zhizhi out, which led to the paparazzi incident. Even if we aren’t bothered by it, she’s not content to let it go."

Bo San nodded in understanding, "When my little auntie was young, she didn’t let men overshadow her. Not many people dared to provoke her.

I didn’t expect that in her old age, someone would still dare to bump heads with her. Such a fool."

"We didn’t ask for your commentary," Bo Yan couldn’t listen any longer.

Zhizhi came out of the bathroom and saw the added presence in the living room, his hands still wet, "Uncle San, you’re here?"

He dove into Bo San’s arms, wetting Bo San’s light blue jacket thoroughly with the droplets from Little Fatty’s hands. Bo San saw it and his mouth twitched, but he still held the child in his arms.

"Zhizhi, Uncle San’s jacket isn’t a towel. Do you realize that what you’re doing is wasteful?"

Zhizhi blinked, looking at him indifferently, then turned to Bo Yan, "Dad, should I pay?"

Bo Yan smiled, "Of course. Ask your Uncle San if he has the cheek to demand payment?"

Bo San felt Bo Yan was being unfair, a real scumbag for teaching a child to bully his elders, "Zhizhi, Uncle San means you shouldn’t use Uncle San’s clothes as a towel."

Zhizhi apologized sincerely, "Uncle San, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I was just so happy to see you."

Yuran: "..."

Bo San was so charmed that he was all smiles, "Uncle San missed Zhizhi too."

The senior Bo looked up from the newspaper, observing Bo San’s silly face. Not being married seemed to decrease one’s IQ; it would be better for Bo San to find someone.

Shaking the newspaper in his hand, the senior Bo spared his nephew a glance, "Bo San, I heard that you went on a blind date recently. How was it? Satisfied?"

Bo San stiffened up a bit, as far as he knew he’d gone on only one blind date, and instead of meeting the person, he had gone directly to see Bo Yan and Yuran. His little uncle knew about this too?

Could his mom not spread the news a bit slower?

Could she possibly leave his age out of it?

Bo San chuckled dryly, "Little uncle, it’s a long story; the person didn’t fancy me."

"Oh, are there girls who haven’t taken a fancy to you?"

Bo San thought his uncle would commend him with a few words, but to his utter surprise, his uncle’s next comment was, "The girl has very good taste."

Bo San felt like spitting out three liters of blood. Why did none of the uncles and aunts, the uncles and aunts in the Bo Family, have any sympathy at all?

Bo’s mother had already skimmed through the information in her hands at lightning speed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She passed the information to Bo Yan, where it showed that Qin Yunong was indeed not the culprit. Her appearance was merely to distract attention, but she was nevertheless implicated in the matter.

She had thought that after she had spoken out about the incident with Bo Yan that time, any girl would feel too embarrassed to cling on.

Unexpectedly, this girl harbored deep resentment, and even if she could not succeed, she wanted to cause trouble for Yuran.

She didn’t dare expose the Bo Family, yet she brought people in to expose it in a roundabout way.

The twists and turns were not hard to guess, and Bo’s mother almost immediately understood everything with a flash of insight. She had not much to say, "To call her smart is somewhat foolish, but to say she isn’t smart is wrong as well, with all her petty schemes. I’ll pay the Qin Family a visit tomorrow."

Bo San, with a determined look in his eyes, pleaded, "Auntie, take me with you."

Bo’s mother chuckled, "The Qin Family and the Ou Family live in the same complex. Aren’t you worried about bumping into your blind date there? I hear she’s been idling at home these days. Is going with me just an excuse?"

Bo San was at a loss for words, "Auntie, can we please skip over my marriage? I have no plans of getting married, and I feel like my radiant beauty is too precious to give up. How could anyone be worthy of me? Of course, I can’t just give myself away that simply, right?"

Bo’s mother mocked him, "You sure lack self-awareness. Has Xiaoqi ever said he’s good-looking? Where does your confidence come from?"

Bo San had a grievance stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it. Coming to his uncle’s house was like asking for a beating, wasn’t it? Angry, Zhizhi keenly sensed Bo San’s aggrieved mood and looked up at him soothingly, "Uncle San, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when you’re old."

Bo San felt an even stronger urge to spit out blood.

Bo Yan and Yuran sat together and quickly finished reading the material. Qin Yunong was the mastermind, and the executor was a journalist under Qin Yunong. In the end, it was related to Qin Yunong. Now it was time to consult with Diyang’s technical department to figure out how the ID could have been sent from the Zhu Family’s place.

Or it could be the technical department of Bo San’s company.

Experts stepped in and solved the puzzle in a flash. With sufficient skill, things became easy, suggesting that the opponent’s computer was also quite impressive.

Upon seeing the truth, Bo San was astounded, "This girl from the Qin Family, she must have a screw loose in her head!"

Bo Yan frowned, "She probably prefers the title ’Mrs. Bo Family’s Seventh Young Master’. She wouldn’t dare to publicly embarrass me, but she seems to have some friction with Baby. They had some clandestine dealings back in school days.

She was the leader for United Arab Emirates, and Baby was the representative from here. The two had already been in contact, and it seems she just can’t accept that Baby is better than her and married better than her.

Plainly speaking, it’s jealousy. Jealousy makes people ugly."

Bo’s mother wasn’t pleased with Bo Yan’s explanation at all. In her view, this trouble was caused by Bo Yan, and she was unhappy, "I don’t care what the other party is thinking. If it has to do with you, then you can just roll off to the Platinum Imperial Palace. Baby and Zhizhi will stay here."

Bo Yan was not worried at all, "Mom, it’s not safe here anymore. In my opinion, it would be better for you to stay in the complex, keeping Grandpa and Grandma company. As for me, I’ll continue staying at the Platinum Imperial Palace with Baby. That way it suits everyone and it’s simple."

Bo’s mother didn’t let him change the subject, "Humph, how do you plan to handle this situation?"

Bo Yan was surprised, "Mom, didn’t you say that you were planning to visit the Qin Family? That works out well, as our thoughts are quite similar. I’m just preparing to pay a visit to the Qin’s place."

Bo’s mother: "..."