As soon as her voice faded,
Bo Shiyue directly picked up Mu Wantang and turned to leave.
Madam Bo stood up abruptly in anger. “You just returned and you’re leaving already? Do you even still consider this your home? Do you still see me as your mother?”
Holding the young girl in his arms, Bo Shiyue didn’t want her to suffer any more of this.
With his back to Madam Bo, he said coldly, “And when have you ever truly seen me as your son!”
Without waiting for further scolding from Madam Bo, he strode away directly.
Furious, Madam Bo quickly chased after him, trying to stop him.
It was truly difficult to get him to come back even once. They hadn’t even had time to exchange more than a few words as mother and son before he was leaving again.
“For this woman, you’re abandoning your entire family!”
Madam Bo’s voice echoed through the courtyard.
Many servants quickly scattered in fear, not daring to listen to the Bo family discussing such matters, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Madam Bo, wearing stiletto heels, naturally couldn’t keep up with Bo Shiyue’s pace.
She shouted again, “Have you forgotten how your father died!”
Bo Shiyue’s steps indeed paused briefly, but he didn’t stop as she had hoped.
Chasing him all the way to the courtyard gate, watching helplessly as Bo Shiyue placed Mu Wantang in the back seat, she grabbed his arm.
“Shiyue! Shiyue!”
She called out anxiously several times, not caring about the embarrassment she was showing in front of the servants at this moment.
“Mom won’t say anything more, Mom doesn’t dislike her anymore. Will you move back home?”
In the vast Bo family mansion, her husband was dead, and her son lived elsewhere.
She was all alone, with everyone watching her become a laughingstock.
Bo Shiyue violently shook off her hand, the turbulent darkness in his eyes seemingly ready to completely drown and devour her.
The man’s overwhelming aura swept through like a tidal wave, carrying the bloodthirsty danger of decisive execution.
His usually aloof and detached, unapproachable demeanor gradually gave way to dark emotions.
His cold, sharp gaze fell on her face. Even looking at her from such close distance, it seemed he had never truly understood this mother of his all these years.
“Madam Bo, do you really not know how he died?”
Some things, once brought to light, would benefit no one.
With those words,
Madam Bo seemed to see countless emotions in Bo Shiyue’s eyes. She stumbled backward in panic and helplessness, her eyes widening in terror.
“You—” The words stuck in her throat, and for a long moment, she couldn’t speak.
Bo Shiyue reached out and brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeve, as if drawing a clear boundary between them. Anything she touched, he found utterly repulsive.
“Today, it was Tangtang who insisted on coming back! And it was you who gave her that harsh welcome. I’ve remembered this!”
With these words, Bo Shiyue opened the car door and slid inside.
The door slammed shut.
The car started and sped away. From entering the Bo residence to leaving, it hadn’t even been an hour.
Yet once again, they parted on bad terms.
The Old Master stood watching from a nearby pavilion, sighing softly.
“Jingyao’s death is a thorn embedded deep in both their hearts. Neither is willing to face it, nor can it be mentioned!”
The butler attending to him behind him advised, “The Old Master should try to mediate. After all, these events happened so many years ago.”
The Old Master waved his hand. “Some things can’t be resolved through mediation!”
“Besides, to remove a thorn embedded in one’s heart, the only outcomes are either death or severe injury.”
*
Inside the car.
Mu Wantang gently placed her small hand over Bo Shiyue’s chest.
Pouting, she whispered softly,
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I won’t ever fuss about coming back again.”
Bo Shiyue remained silent, simply drawing the young girl into his embrace.
Certain things had always been buried deep in his heart. Before meeting her, he believed himself to be utterly filthy, fit only to stir chaos in the sunless depths of a sinister hell.
Only with her presence did he feel as if he could glimpse a sliver of sunlight.
“Tangtang,”
Bo Shiyue murmured in a low voice. The refreshing, delicate fragrance emanating from her, mingled with the scent of tobacco, continuously drifted to his nostrils.
Mu Wantang rested against his chest, allowing him to hold her as he whispered over and over,
“Tangtang, you’re all I have left. You’re all I have.”
Mu Wantang only knew that over the past three years, he had rarely returned to the Bo family home.
Most of the time, he wouldn’t bring her along.
Yet every time he emerged from the Bo residence, he was like this— holding her and murmuring softly, as if he had suffered immense grievances. At first, Mu Wantang had asked for reasons, but he refused to speak of it.
So she stopped asking.
They were about to return. Once back, she would be confined to that Manor again.
Like a bird trapped in a cage, she could never escape that Gilded Cage.
Mu Wantang felt somewhat unwilling in her heart, even secretly calculating her chances of escaping at that moment.
Hmm.
If only Bo Shiyue weren’t holding her so tightly, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
But now, with even the slightest movement from her, Bo Shiyue would only hold her tighter.
Bo Shiyue knew exactly what was going through the young girl’s mind. He said nothing but would not give her any opportunity.
Letting her stir up a little fuss within the Manor was one thing, but on these bustling streets, he dared not imagine what might happen.
Even if she so much as scraped a bit of skin, it would pain him for a long time.
Hearing that Bo Shiyue had stopped his soft murmuring, Mu Wantang nestled in his embrace, her fingers idly toying with the buttons on her clothes.
“Uncle~ I want to eat hot pot from that shop in West City.”
She certainly knew how to pick her moments.
The Manor was located on a mountain beside the northern provincial highway, almost home, and only then did she bring it up.
Seeing that Bo Shiyue didn’t respond, she poked his knee with her finger.
Squirming restlessly, she pleaded, “Uncle, please?~”
Of course, it was fine.
Whatever she asked for, he never refused.
Signaling the Special Assistant to turn the car around, Bo Shiyue rested his hand on the back of her head, his fingers playing with her hair.
“After eating, where else would you like to go?”
Mu Wantang hesitated for a moment, her fingers intertwining as she spoke somewhat sheepishly,
“Can we go to Magic City?”
Bo Shiyue chuckled softly. This little one really knew how to pick her timing.
Holding her in his arms, he took out his phone to check the flight schedules. “We can’t make it tonight.”
Mu Wantang grew upset, tugging at the buttons on her clothes as if venting her frustration.
“Uncle, you don’t keep your promises! Tangtang doesn’t want to talk to you anymore!”
That was the one sentence that could truly threaten Bo Shiyue.
He was just about to instruct the Special Assistant to arrange for a private jet to take them to Magic City after dinner when the car suddenly jolted violently from a rear-end collision.
The immense force of the impact nearly threw the young girl from his embrace.
Bo Shiyue held her even tighter, ensuring she didn’t hit the seat in front.
Her back was aching slightly, and she furrowed her brows as she endured it for a moment. Mu Wantang, seeing this, had no idea how badly he was injured, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
“Bo Shiyue, where does it hurt?”
Bo Shiyue grabbed the young girl’s hand and gestured for her to rub it for him. “It hurts a lot!”
A perfect demonstration of what it means to be a shameless dog of a man!
Originally, the young girl’s coquettish behavior in his arms had already made him uncomfortable, and now this rear-end collision had directly aggravated it.
The bittersweet sensation was truly exhilarating!