"It was like a splash of cold water poured over his head, Bo Yan suddenly sobered up."
"So many prefaces from Grandpa were just for this one sentence, ’For Bosch.’
"In his eyes, his care for might be genuine, but it pales compared to his concern for Bosch. It’s better to say that Bo Yi and I are not Grandpa’s grandchildren; rather, Bosch Corporation is his real grandchild."
"Everything Grandpa does is for the company. Perhaps his reliance on a cane, his haggardness, all of it is because of the company."
"He knows Bosch’s current situation well, then Grandpa must know even more than he does. And he almost got deceived by Grandpa!"
"The dumbest part is, he felt so touched and even guilty for ambushing Bosch later! Why feel guilty? Anyway, Bosch is already half-dead; if he doesn’t take action, others will. Others certainly wouldn’t be as rciful as he is."
"They ran the company into the ground themselves, and now they want him to co back and prop Bosch up? Or maybe fork out money to help Bosch through this rough patch?"
"It’s ridiculous. Why should he? Since he was young, he was told to stay far away from the noble Bosch. As he grew up, Uncle and Cousin tightened their grip on Bosch as if it were their private property, never allowing him to ddle. Now that trouble arises, they want him to take the fall? Nice try!"
"But Bo Yan is indeed a movie king; at crucial monts, his expression managent is on point. He smiled slightly, ’Of course, the Bo Family is always my ho, and I always rember Grandpa’s nurturing kindness. As for Bosch...’"
"He paused deliberately there. This pause made not only Grandpa, but also Bo Qiliu, Aunt, Bo Yi, and Xia Sicai look at him."
"Only Xia Siyu was still on the side, carefree, playing with the kid, ’Pew~pew~ ah, you got hit, you’re dead.’
"The little guy covered his heart and fell down laughing."
"Bo Yan smiled, ’Of course, if Bosch has any problem, I’ll be the first to notice.’"
"Wouldn’t he be the first to notice? He was just counting on this ti; nobody would be more concerned with Bosch than him."
"Upon hearing this, Grandpa finally had a smile on his face, and then he began talking about other things. Moreover, none of these subsequent words were about himself. Treating him as a quest-giving NPC, he could walk away after handing over the task."
"But Bo Yan was no longer angry; he was still sitting on the side watching the people coming and going. The only difference was, Grandpa seed more relaxed, Bo Qiliu, though appearing easier, was a bit cautious. Bo Yi was indignant, and Xia Sicai, who probably knew part of the inside story, had a trace of inquiry in her eyes, but didn’t ask after all."
"Later, the dishes were served, and they had a reunion dinner. Bo Yan noticed that aside from individual preferences, there were no fancy dishes like gold leaf snowflake beef or black truffle caviar in the cold dishes, and even the abalone was downgraded from last year’s top grade to tenth grade (the smaller the number, the more expensive). The consumption downgrade was so apparent."
"Now Bosch had stopped expanding, but the business was spread too wide, making it hard to pivot. Besides financial report fraud, they could only gather funds from here and there, no wonder Grandpa set his sights on him."
"The funniest part is that at this juncture, Bo Qiliu was still wary, wary of him vying for power. While Bo Yi was displeased, displeased that Grandpa and Dad valued him."
"Grandpa assud selecting an heir early would avoid sibling rivalry, thereby quelling disputes. Yet he does not see that the wise ones he chose are hardly competent. With such people at the helm of Bosch, it would never thrive."
"Having figured it out, Bo Yan ate without any qualms, and along with Xia Siyu, who was never involved in these matters, and a kid who knew nothing, the three stood in stark contrast with the others. After the al, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu took their leave. The kid was even reluctant, ’Auntie, co and play early next ti. And Uncle.’
"The last few words were definitely said with reluctance. Bo Yan didn’t mind, and waved to the kid. Bo Yan also asked her, ’I didn’t expect you to be so good with kids?’
’It’s just boring anyway.’ Indeed, she didn’t want to get involved in their disputes, so wasn’t she left to play with the kid? Besides, ’He’s not crying or fussing, not too annoying.’ She was most afraid of trouble; as long as they don’t cause trouble, she would be willing to play a little during free ti.
’Alright.’ Bo Yan thought she really detested interacting with children, but apparently that wasn’t exactly the case.
It was the New Year, and they gave Song Fengzhi, Wei Jingjing, and Little Tang a vacation. Bo Yan drove himself. He asked, ’What do you feel like eating later?’
Xia Siyu thought for a mont, ’Anything, but there has to be fish, whole fish. My mom says it symbolizes ’year after year of abundance.’’
Bo Yan nodded, ’Okay.’
"Passing by a supermarket, they stopped by to shop. Fortunately, logistics were smooth, even on New Year’s Eve, necessary ingredients were available. They picked a fish, considering their own appetites, bought a chicken and so vegetables, and so flour and at filling to make dumplings later."
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