Bo Qin softly murmured, and Zhou Yao felt the atmosphere was incredibly eerie.
Standing aside, he didn’t dare to say much, trying to minimize his presence to avoid displeasing Bo Qin.
After a moment, he asked, "Bo, should I still book the ticket, or do we need to book for a different city?"
"No need, just to Feng City."
He needed to personally go to Jian Cheng and sincerely apologize; he hadn’t fulfilled his friend’s request, hadn’t taken good care of Jian Dan, and Jian Dan now despised him so much that he didn’t know what to do.
Making amends to this relationship seemed like an impossible task.
Zhou Yao nodded and turned to book the tickets. On the way to the airport, he received a call from Meng Xue, who told him that Jian Dan hadn’t filled in the Imperial City, and aside from that, she didn’t know where else since Jian Dan wouldn’t say.
Secretary Zhou reported truthfully, and Bo Qin nodded, "I see." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel·fire.net
Bo Qin stood in front of Jian Cheng’s tombstone, staring at the photo of Jian Cheng with a smile on it, somewhat unable to meet his eyes, and bowed his head. Secretary Zhou stood not far away but didn’t hear what Bo Qin was saying here.
Yet from afar, seeing Bo Qin’s face didn’t look too good.
Bo Qin gently touched the tombstone behind him as if tracing the outline of Jian Cheng’s photo.
Bo Qin’s fingers lingered next to the photo, staring at Jian Cheng’s photo, "I’m sorry, before you passed, you called me, asking me to take care of your daughter, not letting her suffer, nor being overprotected, just growing up well, but I failed.
I hid her for two years, and now she’s quite angry with me. This matter, I didn’t handle well, and also, I’m sorry.
I may have made a mistake, hope when we meet again, you won’t blame me.
Of course, the vow still holds, I will ensure she lives well for a lifetime."
On this day, Bo Qin stayed at the cemetery for a long time, until late at night, he finally wrapped in mist left, and Secretary Zhou dared not ask anything, only following behind him step by step.
As they exited the cemetery, they met the Grave Keeper, who smiled, "If you hadn’t come down soon, I would’ve come looking for you."
Zhou Yao smiled, "Old man, were you worried something happened to us?"
"Not exactly worried, just afraid the road at night is not easy to travel, could have given you some light up there, it’s the first time in these two years you both came, usually, you followed that little girl here, right?"
Secretary Zhou nodded lightly, "Yes, these two years things were special, we couldn’t find the time, so our little girl came first, we dragged until now."
"Oh, that’s tough, you should go back early and rest, the night humidity in Feng City is heavy, don’t catch a cold."
"Thank you, old man."
Secretary Zhou followed Bo Qin in preparation to leave, but the Grave Keeper suddenly thought of something and stopped them, "Hey, hold on a minute."
Secretary Zhou turned back, puzzled, looking at him, "What’s up?"
The Grave Keeper said, "That little girl has it tough, last time she came, there seemed to be some clash with her family, almost got hit, luckily this departed friend’s buddy showed up, turning danger into safety, in the future you as the parents should pay more attention, don’t let the girl come alone, it’s too dangerous."
Zhou Yao’s expression changed, "Yes, yes, thank you, old man."
The Grave Keeper waved his hand, "It’s nothing, just go back early and rest."
The car smoothly drove along the road, Bo Qin sat in the back seat, his gaze fixated on the outside window, unclear what he was looking at, and Zhou Yao dared not speak, driving quietly, long after, hearing Bo Qin’s voice from the back seat, "Go to the Jian Family."
"Go to the Jian Family?" Zhou Yao didn’t quite grasp Bo Qin’s meaning, "Bo, do you mean go to Mr. Jian Cheng’s old mansion?"
"What are you planning to do?"
If Bo Qin took action, the situation would escalate, she feared Bo Qin might end up in some social news, which would definitely not be a good sign.
Bo Qin gazed at the back of his head, "What are you worried about? Are we going or not?"
You’re the boss, naturally, I listen to your words, if you say go, then we’ll go, of course.
Jian Long and his hooligan friends had fun eating and drinking, and stumbling drunkenly, headed home, arriving downstairs, he saw a low-key luxurious Maybach, he stopped abruptly, alcohol flaring on his cheeks, his expression clouded, he didn’t notice there were people in the car, circling the car once, then hiccupping a few times, leaned drunkenly on the car hood, and took out his phone to play a few selfies, talking to himself.
"Damn, where did this car come from? Who parked such a car here inviting jealousy? There’s no self-awareness."