Bo Sishen returned to the manor.
Tan Mu came out to greet him, stepped behind Bo Sishen, and took off his coat. "Sir, is everything fine with the Young Madam?"
"How is Tinghao’s situation being handled?" Bo Sishen’s voice carried a hint of fatigue as he spoke calmly.
"Sir, Young Master Tinghao said he wants to return to the country to live with you and is currently choosing universities here." Tan Mu stood respectfully to the side. "Sir, Young Master Tinghao has been living with you for these years. Since you’re focusing on Qingcheng this year, it’s natural that Young Master Tinghao wants to follow you."
"Arrange for him to attend the best university in Qingcheng," Bo Sishen said as he massaged his temples.
Qingcheng is the largest political, economic, and cultural center in Z Country, with several globally renowned universities located there.
"Young Master Tinghao said he wants to inspect it first," Tan Mu said. "Sir, I’ll go upstairs to bring Young Master Tinghao down to see you. Because he returned to the country suddenly, I haven’t contacted Captain Zuo yet."
"Hmm." Bo Sishen nodded.
Tan Mu seemed to think of something, paused, and whispered, "Sir, Young Master Tinghao asked me about his parents. When he mentioned you, there was a look of hostility in his eyes..."
"Tinghao was brought up by me. He can do whatever he wishes," Bo Sishen waved his hand and said.
"But sir, Young Master Tinghao has somehow heard some rumors that he believes you were responsible for his parents’ deaths. I know you spoil Young Master Tinghao, but if you continue to indulge him , giving him whatever he wants, what if one day he falls in love with the same girl you do? Would you give her up for him too?" Tan Mu couldn’t help but worry.
Bao Tinghao always obeyed Bo Sishen’s orders, but over the past two years, his temperament had become increasingly reclusive and extreme, even to the point of showing suspicion towards Bo Sishen.
Yet, the sir still pampered Young Master Tinghao as always.
Young Master Tinghao was the only bloodline left by sir’s elder brother, and the legitimate grandson of the Bao Family.
"If Tinghao likes her, I will step aside for him as long as he can be happy." Bo Sishen remained silent for a long time before speaking calmly.
Tan Mu sighed helplessly, "Sir, this is your own happiness! I know it’s hard for you to develop feelings for a woman, and once you do, how can you let go so easily? It wouldn’t be fair to you..."
"Tan Mu, you’re talking too much today," Bo Sishen’s handsome face showed a slight displeasure as he raised his eyebrows.
Tan Mu sighed lightly in his heart and went upstairs to bring Bao Tinghao down.
A slightly low voice came from the stairs.
A tall and thin figure appeared in the stairway, wearing a white sweater and casual pants. He walked to the living room and greeted Bo Sishen respectfully.
To Bao Tinghao, Bo Sishen was like a god, visible only from a distance but never approachable. Even though Second Uncle really doted on him, he still held back, afraid of offending him.
Bao Tinghao stood aside, glancing briefly at Second Uncle, feeling an electric shock for a moment.
Bo Sishen’s eyes were as dark as the night outside the window, deep and silent, reflecting two sharp lights that made anyone who met his gaze immediately lower their head and look away.
Second Uncle was like an extremely calm hunter, very composed. In his dark eyes, there was not a trace of warmth, which made Bao Tinghao feel a bit suffocated.
"Sit down, Tinghao. What are you standing there for?"
Bo Sishen’s deep voice rose, like a spark lighting up the dark night.
The boy in front of Bo Sishen had a sunny exterior, but his face was somewhat solitary, with a hint of melancholy.