Bo Jingzhou: "After every memorial service, I'm always behind you, waiting for you to finish before paying my respects. As long as you turn back once, you'll see me."

Shen Wanci gave him a look that said, "What's wrong with you?" She asked, "Have you ever seen anyone go back to look after they finish paying their respects? Are you checking if someone came up to take the money?"

“...”

After paying their respects to her grandfather, the two left the cemetery. Bo Jingzhou drove Shen Wanci's car back first with his driver.

This place is a bit far from Yuting Garden, so we might as well eat outside.

Bo Jingzhou: "When will you make up for the gift you owe me?"

Twice, it was interrupted by other matters, making him feel like this gift had a grudge against him.

He put down his chopsticks without much appetite. From the time they met until now, he hadn't received anything from Wan Ci.

"Shall we go after dinner?"

Bo Jingzhou's mood improved, and he picked up his chopsticks again: "Good."

After dinner, he went to drive. Shen Wanci waited for him at the door. At this moment, Second Master Jiang's phone call came: "Su Minghui has answered, but the situation is not good."

Upon hearing about her situation, Shen Wanci immediately became nervous. "What's wrong?"

"He didn't say anything, just cried," Ginger's Second Master rubbed his aching temples. Even after sitting in the living room, the intermittent whimpers still seemed to linger around his ears, giving him a headache.

Shen Wanci said seriously, "I'll be there right away."

Then Second Master Ginger gave her the address and said, "Shall I have Lu Feng pick you up? It'll be safer."

"No need, I'm with Bo Jingzhou."

"......"

That stinky boy, how does he stick to me like chewing gum? It's not the middle of the week today, is it? Is the Bo family going bankrupt? He's so free all day. Ginger Er Ye was planning that once this matter was over, he would immediately host a banquet to grandly bring Shen Wan Ci back to the Ginger family, and let her move to Tianyu Jiangjing. If she doesn't like it here, he would buy another one.

Bo Jingzhou stopped the car in front of Shen Wanci. Seeing her complexion wasn't good, the man frowned and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"

At the Tianyu Jiangjing, Second Master Jiang picked up Su Minghui from the police station, but she wasn't doing well and could only cry when asked anything.

"...."

He seems to have it out for this gift.

He shouldn't have told Ginger the Second Lord about this and let him handle it, he should have just had someone bring Su Minghui to Yting Courtyard. Who knew he couldn't even manage a woman?

Although Bao Jingzhou was full of resentment, he also knew which side to prioritize - the gifts or his mother-in-law's affairs.

Upon arriving at the Heavenly River Scenic Area, Bo Jingzhou directly drove the car in. Shen Wanci also saw Aunt Su, whom she had longed to see for so long. She could hardly recognize her familiar self on her body anymore. Her temples were almost completely white, her complexion was haggard, her eyelids were dark circles, and she was thin enough that a gust of wind would knock her over. The casual skirt hung loosely on her like a piece of cloth, empty and hollow.

In the room there was a bed and a sofa, but Su Minghui didn't sit on either. She crouched in the corner, her hands crossed over her legs, her chin resting on her knees, looking obviously mentally unstable.

“He’s been like this ever since we brought him back. He doesn’t speak no matter what you ask.”

Shen Wanci walked over and slowly squatted down in front of her, saying without much hope: "Aunt Su, I'm Shen Wanci, the daughter of Shen Anqiao. We met once at the night market in City A."

The woman sat like an old monk in meditation, silent and still, not even her eyes blinked.

Shen Wanci was unwilling, unwilling that after so many years of hard work, she ended up with such a result. Jiang Zhengxin died, if Su Minghui went crazy again, wouldn't everyone involved be left with nothing? Even if the blame pointed to Ginger Wugongzi, without evidence, what if the other party refused to admit it? If he admitted it, how could she determine that he wasn't taking the blame for someone else?

She didn't have the courage to start over.

She grabbed Su Minghui's shoulders, forcing her to look at her: "What is the mystery behind that painting you gave Shen Anqiao? Where is the painting now?"

Su Minghui stared at her, her eyes flitting about without focus, as if looking through her to some empty space.

"Su Minghui, after all these years, don't you ever feel guilty? Don't you dream about Shen Anqiao coming to find you at midnight?"

"...."

Regardless of what Shen Wanci said, she remained the same, as if her soul had been taken. After waiting for a long time, she finally gave up and released her hand. Just as she was about to stand up, Su Minghui suddenly reached out and grabbed her: "Anqiao."

Shen Wanci looked at her in surprise.

"Anqiao, be afraid." Su Minghui said while shrinking towards Shen Wancia's face. Her thin body trembled, her arms hugged tightly like chicken claws, and her eyes kept glancing at the position where Ginger Second Master and Bo Jingzhou stood by the door.

The police said that Su Minghui was rescued from Ginger Five's basement. At the time, everyone was unsteady on their feet and didn't know how long she had been held captive or what kind of torment she had endured. It is estimated that this experience has caused her psychological trauma towards men.

She waved at the two door gods, who looked like they were just standing there: "You guys go out first."

Neither Ginger Er Ye nor Bo Jingzhou trusted each other to leave Shen Wanci and Su Minghui alone together. Who knew if she was truly mad or faking it?

It's best not to say much about Old Master Ginger, this half-father who hasn't been officially recognized. Talking too much would make him seem overbearing and intrusive. If Wanci thinks he's an extra hassle, what then? He frantically signaled with his eyes at Bo Jingzhou: "You persuade her."

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

Mr. Bo, who is deeply disliked by his father-in-law, is now under his roof and has to lower his head. And he really doesn't feel at ease: "I'll just stand here, I won't go."

Mr. Ginger, the Second Lord, glanced at him, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

Shen Wanci: "You're afraid here, I'll be careful, don't worry."

Su Minghui is now so thin she looks like a skeleton, even if her weakness is feigned, Shen Wanci could still beat her. As long as she pays attention to Su Minghui's movements and doesn't give her a chance to use a weapon, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Bo Jingzhou glanced at Su Minghui, whose body trembled like chaff, then at Shen Wanci, who insisted with a resolute face. He compromised: "I'll just be at the door. If anything happens, just call me. Get her something for self-defense."

The last sentence was said to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng didn't move, raising his eyes to look at Old Master Jiang Second. Seeing the other party nod, he reached into his body and drew out a dagger, walking into the room and handing it to Shen Wanci.

Ginger the Second looked at Bao Jingzhou, whose face was gloomy, and finally found some ground to stand on: "Can my people still take orders from you?"

Bo Jingzhou naturally took over the conversation: "Dad is right."

"...."

You piece of trash, who's your father? Can you stop being so shameless?

(Editor in charge：romance novels young adults)