Jiang Yajiu shook her head, returning to her usual doting demeanor: "It's nothing, probably because I woke up early and feel a little tired."

She glanced at the door: "Where's Jingzhou? Didn't he come back with you?"

He's rather busy at the moment, so I'll just...

Before Shen Wanci could finish her sentence, Jiang Yazhu's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and hurriedly said, "I'll take this call," before going upstairs. She didn't even wait for Shen Wanci to finish her sentence.

Jiang Yazhu went upstairs and did not come down even after Bo Jingzhou returned.

Bo Jingzhou glanced at the empty living room, pushed his wheelchair to Shen Wanci's side, and held her hand. Although the two were now living together, he still wouldn't let go of any opportunity for close contact with her: "How come you're alone? Where's Mom?"

Every time he came back, they would huddle together and chat endlessly, like close mother and daughter. He felt like an unwelcome son-in-law.

"Mom went upstairs to answer the phone, she hasn't come down yet."

<< Bo Jingzhou glanced in the direction of the second floor, just as Wang Yi came over with some cut fruit. He said, "I'll go call her up." >>

Considering that my parents are getting older and it would be inconvenient to go up and down the stairs if they got sick, we installed an elevator during the renovation.

Jiang YaZhu was in the room, the phone call had already ended. Hearing a knock on the door, she calmed her emotions before getting up to open it. Seeing Bo JingZhou, her eyes immediately reddened: "JingZhou."

Bo Jingzhou: “Aunt Wang cut some fruit, I’ll come get you.”

"Is Ji Siyuan really dead?" Although the police have already issued an announcement, she still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Mm."

"Is that settled then?"

"It's resolved, but to prevent the illegal fundraising issue from affecting Bo Shi's stock price, I can't publicly appear as Bo Jingzhou for now."

Jiang Yajiu frowned: "Ji Siyuan has been abroad for these years. Even if he returned to China, it was only occasionally, and he couldn't develop any connections."

Kyoto has seen a lot of personnel changes recently, not just the Thin clan but also some officials. At Ji Siyuan's age, it's absolutely impossible for him to do this.

"Could there be someone else behind this? Someone who is the real mastermind?" A familiar face surfaced from Jiang Yajue's memory, accompanied by the fear that person brought.

She couldn't help but shiver, hastily shaking her head to erase the figure from her mind.

What a bummer, I feel like my brain is dirty.

Has Ji Siyuan's father been identified? Is it...

Bo Rongxuan was afraid she would worry, so he didn't go into detail about why Bo Jingzhou had to stay at the Lu family under the guise of being a guest from a distant land. But even though he only said a few words, she guessed the general details.

"I've figured it out. He hired someone to impersonate the real person, making me believe there were others involved and keeping me from acting rashly. Even the maid in the villa was under his control, and he even arranged a stand-in to answer your calls in his absence. Since you weren't paying attention, you didn't notice."

What Bo Jingzhou said wasn't a lie. This was the result of Gu Chenye's investigation, but they both knew that this result was probably what the person behind the scenes wanted them to think. They didn't need to tell Jiang Yazhu about any of this.

Jiang Yazhu was flustered, her emotions running high as she exclaimed, "Impossible! This must be Ji Ziyan's doing..."

Bo Jingzhou was afraid she would dwell on it: "Ji Shu is already dead."

"He didn't, he…" Jiang Yazhu stopped the conversation in time. "Jingzhou, Ji Ziyan definitely isn't dead, he's the mastermind behind this, you believe Mom, get prepared early, he's way more difficult to deal with than Ji Siyuan."

"Is this why?" Bo Jingzhou showed her what he received on his phone.

Jiang YaZhu only glanced at it, then her eyes widened in surprise, and she gasped, "How did you get these photos?"

She flipped through them one by one, all wedding photos. Not the ones she was looking for. She let out a breath of relief at the same time her nerves tightened.

"I found this on Ji Siyuan's computer, Mom. Was the person who went to his house tonight the one you sent?"

Jiang YaZhu:：“……”

"Mom, Uncle Ji is dead. These photos were sent from Ji Siyuan's phone. He planned everything, knowing you would slip and get hurt because of your emotions." Even if you hadn't slipped, he probably had a backup plan. "He did this to lure Wanwan upstairs under your name. I've already had the photos destroyed, so you don't have to worry anymore."

Jiang YaZhu hesitated for a moment, but still asked: “Are there only these photos on the computer?”

"No, the people below only sent me a few, Mom," Bo Jingzhou held her hand, "I know what you're worried about, I deleted them all, it's fine."

"Those, your dad can't see."

No man would be indifferent to his wife's photos in bed with another man, even if they were dressed and nothing happened. But this situation happening to anyone else, no one would believe it.

Bao Jingzhou patted her hand reassuringly, "En."

At the bottom of the stairs, Bao Rongxuan was about to take a step out when he retracted his foot and turned back down the stairs.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Wanci, who was browsing her phone, looked up and saw only Bo Rongxuan coming down. "Dad, Mom and Jingzhou? Didn't they come down with you?"

Bo Rongxuan just came back and heard that Jiang Yajiu was upstairs, so he went straight up: "Don't tell your mom I went up."

Shen Wanci: “……ah, oh, good.”

With everyone gathered, Wang Yi's meal was ready. Both Bo Jingzhou and Jiang Yajue came down the stairs, their expressions showing no sign of what had just transpired.

Bo Jingzhou walked to Shen Wanci's face and held her hand: "Go eat."

Seeing the few people sitting at the dining table, Jiang Yajue was overwhelmed with emotion. "Our family," she beamed, "is finally reunited."

After several months, Jingzhou finally returned. Their family was finally reunited once again.

Bo Rongxuan held her hand and patted it soothingly: "Don't cry, don't give the children a laughingstock. In the future, whenever they think of you, they'll just picture a crying old lady. Isn't that embarrassing?"

Jiang Ya Zhu's sadness was instantly dispersed, and she glared angrily at him: "Who among them laughed at me? At this table, only you laughed at me. You don't eat anymore."

As he spoke, he took the bowl from Bo Rongxuan's hand.

Bo Rongxuan :“……”

He was really being wronged. It was because he saw her about to cry that he thought of saying something to comfort her.

"Poof."

Shen Wanci couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Bo Jingzhou handed her a dumpling, his voice steady and calm: "Come back more often. The more times you see it, the more accustomed you'll become."

Coming into contact with Bo Rongxuan's sorrowful gaze, Shen Wanci stifled a smile and said, "En."

She hadn't returned many times before, so naturally, she didn't know as much about this place as Bo Jingzhou did.

(Supplement)