Chapter 1208 The First Wife and the Concubine
“I know.”
Aunt Wen’s smile paused, “What did Miss Nan say?”
“I said I knew. , He hasn’t mentioned me to you, but grandma has met me many times, and she agrees.”
Aunt Wen’s eyelids twitched, “Which grandma?”
Nan Jiaojiao looked at her strangely, "Sorry, I take the liberty to ask, who are you, Mr. Bo?"
"I am his wife."
Aunt Wen's confidence , Nan Jiaojiao was soaked with water as soon as she opened her mouth.
“Shouldn’t that grandma in Rongcheng be called wife?”
Aunt Wen stiffened and said harshly: “Miss Nan doesn’t know something. Several generations of the Bo family have been In a wealthy family, there is more than one wife, and they all come to the marriage openly.”
"Oh, it's the wife and concubine."
Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes in confusion, "Then Aunt Wen, you are..."
The following words were not spoken, and she seemed to have discovered it. What a big secret, quickly cover your mouth.
The word "concubine" is a step on Aunt Wen's painful foot. In fact, she has secretly elevated her status. She has never been a concubine at all. She is just an opera singer. She was picked up by Mr. Bo. , has always been waiting around without any name or status. Her biggest advantage is that she is young, and she has made everyone else get away or die.
Over the years, she has been the only one by Mr. Bo's side, and her confidence has become stronger and stronger. The more times she is praised by others, she becomes more and more popular. What she hates most is her own origin, and she is most taboo about others. Call her a "concubine".
"I'm so sorry. I don't know. I'm just surprised that the Qing Dynasty has been dead for so many years and I can still see my concubine alive."
Aunt Wen gritted her teeth in anger, secretly took a deep breath, and Suppressing his anger, he raised his hand to rub the edge of the tea cup and said with a chuckle: "It doesn't matter, Miss Nan comes from a small place, so it's normal not to understand. It's not like you can get in just because you want to get into the Bo family. The person who is qualified to sit in front of me may not be you, Miss Nan." Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to understand.
Aunt Wen originally wanted to give her a good beating, but after a few words of contact, she had already regarded Nan Jiaojiao as someone like Deng Chan.
It disgusted her.
She didn't want to say any more, so she just said: "Since Miss Nan is here as Yan Qing's friend, then she should abide by the duty of a good friend and be careful in the future. Yan Qing's wife will give the old man a pass. There are some dreams where it is better for you to wake up early and recognize the reality than to suffer later."
Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows modestly, "I will remember the teachings of my elders."
Aunt Wen snorted coldly. He said, "Just remember, I won't send it away."
Nan Jiaojiao stood up and nodded politely to Aunt Wen.
Han Che’s eyes almost fell out in the car.
Did he read that correctly?
With the temperament of the young lady, it would be fine if she didn’t poke a hole in the sky. Aunt Wen made it clear that she was here to cause trouble. How come the young lady could always maintain a good face and salute when she left.
Has your body been taken away from you?
Seeing the person approaching, he quickly got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and asked without holding back: "Young madam, you can make trouble, Mr. Bo can help you with whatever trouble you make. There’s no need to give in to Aunt Wen.”
Nan Jiaojiao said, “Who said I gave in to her?”
"Then what was your attitude just now?"
"Haven't you ever heard that soft knives are the deadliest way to kill someone?"
She knew that Aunt Wen was here to trouble her, and she could tell that Aunt Wen was here to cause trouble. It's just a strong-willed thing. Instead of arguing with a red face, it would be better to stab her in the heart.
(End of this chapter)