Chapter 1012: Chapter 1011: Harsh Interrogation—What’s with These Photos?
She stood up elegantly, intending to leave regardless of his thoughts.
Lu Ze called out to her from behind: "Do you truly love him so much? Always faithful, never betray?"
Lin Yun smiled, "Nian Yao is great."
At least there was mutual trust between the couple; he was in Jiangcheng, she was in Beicheng. For a month now, she never worried he would do anything to hurt her, never.
After Lin Yun finished speaking, she softly apologized and left. Lu Ze sat alone, unmoving.
Outside, Lin Yun directly got into a car and instructed the driver to start driving. As the car drove away, a glamorous woman stepped out from a corner of the teahouse—it was none other than Lu Xueman.
She knew her husband had met with Lin Yun. It was unlikely they were just discussing business. She sneered coldly, and after a while, a man dressed in black approached, quickly handing her an envelope. Lu Xueman gave him a cheque and glanced at him: "Not a word about this."
The man responded calmly: "Rest assured, ma’am."
He vanished after speaking.
Lu Xueman gently opened the envelope with her gloved hand, pouring out a dozen or so photos—all clear shots of Lu Ze and Lin Yun sitting together. This money had been well spent.
Lu Xueman smirked, found a courier, and had the contents sent to Bo Nianyao in the laboratory.
Meanwhile, Bo Xichen was working on tense data, and Bo Nianyao also seemed tense. At this moment, an assistant came over, saying someone had personally delivered a package for him.
Bo Nianyao took off his glasses, accepted the package, and after a glance, quietly said: "Alright."
The assistant looked at him briefly but said nothing.
Bo Xichen continued examining the data carefully and casually asked, "Dad, what’s up?"
"It’s nothing much." Bo Nianyao replied lightly, "Just some information I had someone purchase."
Bo Xichen glanced at his father, then smiled: "You look as though you’re troubled by emotions, not because of mom, right?"
Bo Nianyao felt something in his heart; this child is really—he coughed slightly, "It’s not a big deal; I’ll go back and study the data. You keep watch here."
Bo Xichen nodded and continued focusing on his research.
Bo Nianyao quickly walked to his office, opened the envelope, poured out the photos, examined them carefully, then lit a cigarette to smoke. His mind imagined countless cross-examination scenes for when he returned home. Just then, his phone rang—it was Lin Yun.
Bo Nianyao instantly felt deflated, "Madam, what is it?"
The soft voice on the other end said: "I’ll take Anxi out for lunch today, come home early in the evening."
Bo Nianyao immediately reassured her that it was fine, as long as they were happy together. After hanging up, he slapped himself on the ears, thinking, "Really not manly!"
At the doorway, Bo Xichen leaned against the door panel, watching his dad’s antics, chuckling softly before coming in to pick up the photos from the table, raising his eyebrows: "Is this the information you bought?"
Bo Nianyao’s face turned red: "Not something I bought."
Bo Xichen slowed his voice: "Who do you think hired someone to take these?"
Bo Nianyao remained silent, finishing his cigarette and then swept the photos into a drawer: "Let’s not talk about it; your mom is quite of an age. She can’t cause much trouble now anyway."
Bo Xichen laughed: "But you’re really panicking inside."
"You child, how much have you learned from Anxi that you’re now bold enough to gossip about your elders." Bo Nianyao coughed lightly: "Actually, I do trust your mother. This is not really an issue."
Bo Xichen simply smiled too, letting go gently.
In the evening, when the family dined together, Bo Nianyao naturally had thoughts after seeing the photos, and how could the son not notice?
So Bo Xichen took Gu Anxi upstairs early. Little Anxi pouted: "Bo mom wanted to talk to me."
Bo Xichen placed her on the back of the sofa, pressing against her to prevent her from moving, her cheeks slightly flushed: "What are you doing?"
He leaned down: "You were thinking about talking to Bo mom, but I’m the one who wants to talk to you."
Her head drooped immediately, obediently: "Then I’ll stay—accompany you."
Little Bo uncle chuckled: "Sounds quite reluctant."
Gu Anxi suddenly recalled something bad, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered, "A bit reluctant, yes."
He bowed his head, his voice hoarse: "Understood."
She rested her head against his chest, her voice soft: "You don’t know anything."
He laughed, reaching out to rub her little head: "Heard Lu Heng went to the company today?"
She hummed, showing a number: "He wants to rent equipment for five hundred million, I added a zero."
Bo Xichen flicked her forehead: "Mischievous, wasn’t it meant for our own use?"
Gu Anxi declared confidently: "But even if they research, they’ll still face lawsuits, and they won’t use the equipment."
"Then why sign the contract?"
"Half deposit." Little Anxi’s voice was soft, "Won’t be refunded if they run into trouble."
Bo Xichen suddenly had no temper left, unsure how to respond, and understood why Lu Ze might approach his mom.
He’s a smart person; thinking it over, he realized there might have been some past conflict between mom and Lu Ze, a fact his father might not know.
Gu Anxi looked at him, asking quietly: "Uncle, what are you thinking?"
Bo Xichen shook his head: "Nothing, well it’s late, freshen up and get to bed, no work tonight."
On hearing this, Gu Anxi jumped to get her pajamas and headed to the bathroom, while Little Bo uncle shook his head.
Who just said it was reluctant?
Elsewhere, Bo Nianyao sat in the bedroom lounge, flipping through a book on Chinese medicine, glancing occasionally at the bathroom. After a while, Mrs. Bo emerged with wet hair, holding a towel and wearing a thin robe.
"Come here, let me blow-dry your hair." Bo Nianyao patted beside him; Mrs. Bo went over, smiling: "Why so attentive today?"
Bo Nianyao pulled her to him, silently blow-drying her hair. Afterward, he didn’t let her put it up, leaving it loose. Mrs. Bo sensed a manic look in his eyes, so she coughed lightly: "Nian Yao, what’s wrong?"
Bo Nianyao put the hairdryer down, smiling: "Nothing, just felt like I’ve neglected you a bit lately."
With that, he started to move on her, but Mrs. Bo slapped his hand and gave him a sideways look: "We’re old, stop it."
After saying that, she reconsidered, feeling uneasy: "Did something happen?"
Bo Nianyao usually had a steady nature, but when seeing his beloved wife with another man, he couldn’t bear it. It wasn’t suspicion but genuine concern, so he coughed lightly again: "Um, did you run into anyone today?"
