Mom didn’t end up resting with Yuran, worried she might disturb her sleep. After chatting for a while, she left Yuran’s room.
During that half-hour, the conversation that dominated was about her relationship with Bo Yan. She just couldn’t understand why they ended up together: it was so sudden.
Yuran didn’t say much, just reassured her that Bo Yan treated her very well and told her not to worry.
Knowing what her son was really like, his mother knew she couldn’t truly be unworried.
The mont she returned to her room, she called her husband. It was quite late, yet he was still very energetic on the other end. Receiving the call, he sounded surprised, "Madam, you haven’t gone to bed yet?"
"Bo Yinan... your son..."
"Hmm? My son? What did Bo Yan do to upset you this ti?"
His wife calling him late at night, he couldn’t think of any other reason than to complain angrily.
So, General Bo’s question was entirely expected.
But Mrs. Bo cut him off, "Who’s talking about that? I’m telling you, your son brought a girlfriend ho."
"Oh!" Completely unconcerned.
Mrs. Bo angrily retorted, "What kind of attitude is that?"
General Bo responded, "Madam, he’s not that young anymore. Even if he brings a girlfriend ho, if you don’t like her, just have her leave. But if you like her, why not chat a bit more? Besides, I can’t see anything from here, right?"
"Who are you asking to leave?"
General Bo: "...Madam, co on, why are you so angry?"
Mrs. Bo said, "Bo Yinan, let tell you, Bo Yan brought Ranran ho, and you actually want to ask her to leave?"
"What did you say? Bo Yan and Ranran are dating?" Bo Yinan also found it unbelievable. Despite his experience, he quickly composed himself again, "Aren’t they... how did they end up together?"
"Isn’t it magical? That’s why I called you. It’s stirred up so much I can’t even sleep. They both ca ho today."
General Bo chuckled, "You’ve always wanted your son to marry Ranran, and now that they are together, what are you worried about?"
"Worried about what?" Mrs. Bo firmly responded, "Of course, I’m worried your son will bully Ranran. You know how he used to be. It almost made want to slap him twice. Do you think Ranran has fallen for his handso tricks?"
General Bo, speechless for a mont, sighed, "Don’t you think you’re overestimating your son? Do you think he’d resort to such sches now? To what end?"
Mrs. Bo replied, "He’s enamored by her beauty."
General Bo: "...Madam, I think you might be overthinking it!"
"So, you think Ranran isn’t pretty?"
"No, it’s not that—our topic seems a bit off. This isn’t about who looks good or not. You’re missing the point here, aren’t you?"
Mrs. Bo persisted, "Are you saying there’s sothing wrong with ?"
Bo Yinan, exasperated, held his forehead, "Not at all, Madam, just let finish what I’m saying."
"I don’t want to hear you talk anymore."
Bo Yinan: "..."
...
Bo Yan just couldn’t sleep and was ssaging Yuran from under the covers,[Is my mom still in your room?]
Yuran had just finished showering, drying her dripping hair. As she looked at her phone vibrating on the makeup mirror, she casually draped a towel over her head and replied,[No, she left about ten minutes ago.]
Bo Yan [Didn’t she say she was going to sleep with my mom?]
Yuran: "Godmother said she was afraid of disturbing my rest, so she decided not to sleep with . Who was acting like a jealous husband just now? And now you have the cheek to ask?"
Bo Yan: "[laugh cry][laugh cry][laugh cry] Baby, should I co over and sleep with you now? I can warm up the bed."
Yuran: "Rejected, the heating at ho is quite good."
Bo Yan: "My existence is not just for warming the bed, you need to experience more to find out."
Yuran: "..." Creep.
After a long ti, not receiving a reply from Yuran, Bo Yan pursed his lips and smiled, continuing his shaless ssaging, "I guess my mom has called my dad to talk about us. I didn’t tell you earlier today about discussing our relationship with my mom. Are you mad at ? I can co over so you can hit , the kind where I won’t fight back or talk back."
"Don’t co over. The excuses you’re finding are full of holes. There’s no need to bla you. Godmother is one of the closest people to us, we should indeed tell her. It’s said, so it’s said, no worries."
Bo Yan: "Really not angry?"
Yuran: "Am I petty in your eyes?"
Bo Yan looked at this ssage. It was definitely a tricky question where any answer could be wrong. He stared at his phone for a while before replying.
"No, for , you are tailor-made."
Yuran: "Cheesy pickup line?"
Bo Yan: "Then what kind of sweet words do you want to hear? I can deliver a dozen."
Yuran: "..."
She didn’t reply, dried her hair, applied skincare products, and then climbed into bed before directly video calling Bo Yan. It was a surprise that caught him off-guard; he didn’t hold his phone steadily, and it smashed onto his nose, causing him to inhale sharply from the pain.
As the video started, Yuran saw his slightly red eyes and asked in surprise, "Brother Qi, it’s just a video call, no need to be so moved, right!"
"Especially moved, so moved the phone smashed onto my nose."
Yuran: "... Pfft..."
The video was close-up, Bo Yan’s delicate brows and eyes right before her. Yuran couldn’t help laughing and carefully examined his eyes, "You okay?"
Bo Yan: "If I say it’s very painful, would you co over and blow on it for ? I’ll leave the door unlocked."
Yuran: "Keep dreaming."
Bo Yan laughed softly, freeing his hand to rub his nose, "That cold-hearted, huh?"
"How can this be called cold-hearted?"
Bo Yan: "Then should I co over to you? Just half an hour? Can I?"
Yuran stared at him, and after a mont of silence, nodded, "Alright then!"
The person in the video, upon getting the go-ahead, imdiately got up and headed out of the room without any delay. Yuran watched as the video’s perspective flipped wildly, and soon, the person in the video appeared in her own room, casually closing the door behind him.
Yuran leaned against the headboard, watching Bo Yan turn off the video call and walk towards her, step by step. Clutching the blanket, she felt a bit nervous, but when he ca close and she saw his slightly red nose, her concern replaced embarrassnt. She got up, barefooted, and walked up to him, looking up at his nose, "Brother Qi, are you alright?"
Bo Yan shook his head, coughed dryly, "Got water?"
"You thirsty?"
Bo Yan nodded, "A bit."
"Wait a mont; I’ll get you so."
When she ca back downstairs with the water, Bo Yan was already seated on her bed, raising his eyebrows at her. Yuran walked over, handing over the water, "Here you go..."
"Hmm!" Bo Yan reached out to take it, mischief flickering in his eyes. The mont Yuran let go, he slightly pulled back his hand, and the entire cup of water spilled on Yuran’s bed. He also feigned a startled ’oh no’ with an innocent face, "What should we do now?"
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