Bo Yan turned around at the door, walked back, and his mother looked at him in surprise, "Weren’t you in a hurry to leave? Why come back?"
With his hands in his pockets, Bo Yan turned and walked upstairs, "I thought about it, and decided I’d better join you for dinner, to fulfill my duties as a son."
"You still remember that?" his mother said incredulously.
Bo Yan didn’t respond but just went straight upstairs.
Watching her son’s retreating figure disappear at the staircase, his mother had an expression of disbelief, accusingly looking at his father, "What kind of attitude is that? He’s had that terrible temper since he was little, what girl would dare to like him?"
Bo Yan’s father, as if deep in thought, withdrew his gaze, looked at his wife’s angry face, and smiled, "Don’t be angry; it’s not worth it. If you want to hit or scold him, do so. He’s just a son."
His mother replied, "Bo Yinan, he’s your only son."
Bo Yan’s father smiled, and began analyzing for his mother, "Think about it, why did our son suddenly decide not to leave?"
His mother rolled her eyes, thinking of the ever-unchanged Bo Yan, and said with a look as if she wished she could redo his upbringing from scratch, "That bad temper, who knows what he’ll think to do next? He’s always done whatever he wanted, who knows."
Bo Yan’s father hadn’t expected his wife to have such deep resentment towards their son and found it rather amusing, "He decided to come back after hearing that you were planning to call Ranran back."
"Think about it. Ranran has changed a lot over the past six months. Could our son possibly..."
Due to his profession, Bo Yan’s father was very perceptive, seeming to detect the truth from even the slightest inconsistency.
His mother was initially stunned, then hurriedly waved her hands, "Impossible, impossible. If he had feelings, they would have developed by now. Over all these years, have you ever seen him like anyone? I sometimes wonder if his true love is a man."
Bo Yan’s father: "..."
Seeing that Bo Yan’s father remained silent, his mother went on, "I’ve always harbored this hope, to find him a child bride. Xiaoxiao has practically been a child bride, raised by our family from her childhood, but your son, with his high standards, absolutely detests it.
Now you’re suggesting to me that your son might have fallen for someone he hasn’t even looked at properly in over a decade? Do you think that’s likely?"
By logical deduction, indeed, it seemed unlikely, but... based on feeling, it was possible.
Bo Yan’s father didn’t voice this, worried it would provoke conflict.
His mother pushed Bo Yan’s father sitting beside her, got up from the sofa, "No way, I have to call Xiaoxiao first, then prepare some dishes Xiaoxiao loves, and by the way, if she has a boyfriend, she can bring him over.
"I’m an open-minded parent, I won’t make things difficult for anyone, and also, keep a straight face; Xiaoxiao has been afraid of you since she was little."
Bo Yan’s father, caught in the crossfire: "..."
This is simply a gross injustice under broad daylight.
Watching his wife walking away, Bo Yan’s father touched his nose, almost forgetting what expression Yuran used to have when she saw him.
Yuran hadn’t expected to receive a call from Bo Yan’s mother so early. She had just arrived at school, and it was still early, so she casually answered the phone, her tone light and cheerful, "Godmother."
"Baby, would you come over to the old mansion for dinner today? I’ve made your favorite sweet and sour fish. Oh, and baby, I heard from your Seventh Brother that you might be in a relationship. If that’s the case, bring your little boyfriend over, let godmother meet him."
Bo Yan had actually gone and tattled? She had already explained there was nothing going on!
It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, and Bo Yan’s mother hummed, "Baby, are you listening?"