After Mrs. Bo finished speaking, she lightly patted Wang Keru’s hand. "Don’t worry. You have the Bo family in Beicheng, and in Qingcheng, you have Xichen. No one can force you to do things you don’t like."
Wang Keru was accustomed to wealth, but at this moment, she was awestruck by Mrs. Bo’s demeanor.
Mrs. Bo was incredibly attractive and seemed very approachable, but if one truly provoked her, she likely wouldn’t be so placid anymore!
While they were talking, it was nearly mealtime. The group took the exclusive elevator directly to the floor with the private rooms.
Upon reaching the entrance to their private room, they were surprised to find the Qin family there—and all of them were from the direct lineage.
Old Mr. Qin, Qin Han, Qin Siyuan, and Qin Siling.
All four of them were waiting anxiously at the entrance.
Seeing Bo Xichen and his group approach, they hurriedly went forward to meet them. Naturally, it was the most distinguished among them, Old Mr. Qin, who spoke. With a rather scholarly air, he said, "Miss, it has been a long time. I wonder, how is Old Lin doing?"
He was addressing Mrs. Bo.
Mrs. Bo, having guessed their identity, paused. Then, with an enigmatic smile, she asked, "You knew my father?"
Old Mr. Qin was exceedingly respectful, a look of deep admiration on his face. "Back in the day, I followed Old Lin as we campaigned from south to north. His valor remains vivid in my memory even now."
Mrs. Bo seemed to recall for a moment, then smiled faintly. "I remember now. My father did indeed mention someone surnamed Qin."
Old Mr. Qin was overjoyed. It seemed this visit had paid off! He had always said his past experience would be useful for making connections, and indeed it was. They were on the right track!
While he was exultant, Mrs. Bo’s expression became even more composed. "I recall my father mentioning a guardsman who wasn’t particularly competent at other things, but was exceptionally skilled at washing feet. Father often reminisced about that particular skill." Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩
Wash... washing feet? Qin Siling couldn’t help but glance at his grandfather. Didn’t Grandpa always say he was very capable, how he’d bravely saved his master’s life and all that? So, he was just a foot washer?
Old Mr. Qin looked deeply embarrassed, but facing the distinguished Miss Lin, he still humbled himself completely. "I just wonder how Old Lin is doing these days. I would very much like to pay him a visit."
Mrs. Bo smiled faintly. "That’s not something I can manage. If you wish to see him, you can certainly try sending a formal request."
If he could have simply sent a request, Old Mr. Qin would have done so long ago. Why else would he need to go through this connection?
His old face twitched unnaturally. He glanced at his son, Qin Han, and gave him a pointed look...
Qin Han stepped forward and said in a placating tone, "Ke Ru, I just had a bit too much to drink and acted foolishly. Look, you’ve already hit me. If there are issues, let’s go home, close the door, and discuss them properly. Whatever you want is fine. You can even slap me a couple more times if you wish."
Just as Mrs. Bo was about to speak, Wang Keru gently tugged her sleeve. Stepping forward, Wang Keru said with a faint smile, "Mr. Qin, your face is too precious for me to slap. I’ve said it before, I won’t go back. When we return to Qingcheng, we will get a divorce."
Qin Han’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Are you truly going to disregard our time as husband and wife?"
"Were we ever husband and wife?" Wang Keru replied, her gaze lowered. "We never were."
At this, Mrs. Bo said, "Oh? So it was Mr. Qin’s unrequited affection all along. Matters of the heart cannot be forced, after all."
She waved her hand. "Alright, we’ve met and greeted. We can eat now. It wouldn’t do to keep our Anxi hungry."
Old Mr. Qin immediately brightened. Dinner? It seems there’s still a chance!
The divorce of Qin Han and his wife wasn’t important. As long as the Miss, considering his past service to Old Lin, was willing to maintain some contact, the Qin family’s ambition to establish a foothold in Beicheng would be achievable soon.
But, he was overthinking things, wasn’t he?
There were only eight chairs in the private room. Where was the Qin family supposed to sit?