My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 982 - 747: Loved You From the First Glance

Lai Wei and the others stood to the side, all shocked by Bo Qin’s remarks, wondering if that wasn’t his own son, Bo Yan. Can he just say things like that?

It wasn’t just them; everyone around who heard these words was equally shocked, feeling as if their worldview had been forcibly reshaped—quite miserably at that.

However, little Bo Jian was completely oblivious to how much his dad was disdaining him. Staring at the roast chicken, drool was practically dripping down, and his eyes were fixed, unmoving.

Madam Bo was both crying and laughing, while Grandma Bo and Grandpa Bo chuckled happily. As for the patriarch, Grandpa Bo, he looked at his grandson utterly puzzled. His own son wasn’t like this when he was young.

The disdainful gaze was directed straight at Bo Qin, making Jian Dan’s face flush slightly—this was truly something.

Bo Qin remained unphased, as if he had the feeling this child wasn’t his.

Madam Bo sensed her husband’s gaze and gave him a helpless pinch, "What are you looking at? Are you even disdaining your grandson?"

Grandpa Bo shook his head, "Not at all, just curious. Whose love for food did he inherit? Jian Dan at home wasn’t this fond of eating. Could it be a genetic mutation?"

Bo Qin remained unbothered, scoffing, "What if your grandson wants to become a chef when he grows up?"

Madam Bo: "..."

Quite the imagination.

But there’s no such possibility; children’s games now don’t mean much anyway. Naturally, everyone wouldn’t want to embarrass the Bo family and just laughed, saying the kid just enjoys eating.

That one day he’d taste all the delicious foods across the country.

Everyone took it as a joke, but unexpectedly, it became a prophecy fulfilled.

But that’s a story for another time.

Right now, little Bo Jian was entirely oblivious to the attention he was receiving, merely staring at the roast chicken and drooling.

The banquet guests were of high social and political status, and this Hundred Days Banquet was not open to the public. So when the wandering superstar couple Bo Yan and his wife arrived, many snapped photos, and Bo Qin addressed the trailing journalists.

"It’s my big brother’s child’s Hundred Days Banquet, so it’s inconvenient to invite everyone in. After all, it’s not my home, but thanks for following all the way here. We appreciate your attention."

Yuran: "..."

Zhizhi was held in Yuran’s arms, with his face shielded from the reporters’ cameras.

The news of the Bo superstar family attending the Hundred Days Banquet of Bo Yan’s child took the internet by storm overnight, and along with it, Bo Qin also gained a good bit of fame—Bo Yan’s brother Bo Qin, Executive President of Bo Group.

This wasn’t much of a secret; everyone was aware.

It’s precisely because they knew that it was all the more sensational.

That evening, the Hundred Days Banquet for Bo Jian was very successful, and Bo Zhi’s appearance gave the banquet a perfect ending. The brothers even took a photo together; their adorable appearance resembled that of dolls in a picture book.

They were extremely exquisite.

...

At night, back at the old mansion, Jian Dan took Bo Jian upstairs to sleep. Bo Qin was initially planning to join but was stopped by Madam Bo. She looked at Jian Dan, "Jian Dan, can you manage on your own? If not, just wait a moment, and let big brother help. I’d like a word with him."

Jian Dan smiled, "It’s okay, Mom, I can handle it. You and Uncle Qin can chat."

Bo Jian half-lay on Jian Dan’s shoulder, watching as his distance from his dad increased. Little Fatty surprisingly stretched out a hand toward Bo Qin’s direction, making Bo Qin startled, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

This kid still has a bit of a conscience.

But Madam Bo was evidently more excited than him, "Oh, my grandson is amazing; he can’t bear to part with his grandma!"

Bo Qin: "..."

Obviously, such matters are not worth disputing with one’s own mother, since there would be no positive outcome, and it might make one’s mother very angry.

If she says the child can’t bear to part with her, then that’s what it is.

Once Jian Dan and Zhizhi’s figures disappeared, the smile on Madam Bo’s face faded, and upon seeing this change, Bo Qin knew what his mother was about to discuss next would surely displease her. So he followed her to the small study downstairs.

As soon as the door closed, Madam Bo straightforwardly said, "Some of the household staff need to be cleared out; they are starting to gossip about the owners and even gave Jian Dan attitude in public. Fortunately, your wife didn’t take it to heart, or how much grief would she suffer in a day?"

Bo Qin’s face immediately darkened, "Who?"

Madam Bo smiled, "The Deputy Butler—you already got a taste yesterday, didn’t you? That maid, does she appear to be here to work? How dare she lay a hand on the mistress, didn’t you see her arrogant demeanor?"