Chapter 18

As soon as Xia Ye asked the question, Mrs. Bo laughed.

“Speaking of this, your father and I felt like we were dreaming. Among our three sons, Zhizhou was the one we least dared to force, and the one we least expected from him. We always thought that Zhilin and Zhichen would bring girlfriends home for us first.”

“I didn’t expect that not long after Zhizhou turned 22, he suddenly brought you back to the old house and said he wanted to marry you.”

Mrs. Bo recalled the shocked expressions of herself and her husband three years ago and laughed again: “Your father and I were still in shock until you finished your meal and left.”

Although Xia Ye seemed to be chatting casually, he was actually observing Mrs. Bo’s expression very carefully.

She thought that Mrs. Bo must not have lied to her.

There is a high probability that Mrs. Bo did not know why she married Bo Zhizhou.

That’s why Mrs. Bo said that she was Bo Zhizhou’s sweetheart.

And he has such a good relationship with his daughter-in-law.

“What about Bo Zhizhou and Xia Mingzhu? Since he liked Xia Mingzhu so much, why didn’t he marry Xia Mingzhu in the first place?” Xia Ye pretended to be curious and continued to ask.

Mrs. Bo fell silent for a moment.

In fact, she also asked her son this question.

Just when the rumors in the circle were getting worse and worse, saying that her eldest brother was so powerful that he could get all the sisters, she got so angry that she called him back.

Question him.

His answer was…

“There’s nothing going on between me and Xia Mingzhu. Don’t worry about it.”

She really can’t control it.

From childhood to adulthood, she has had no control over her son’s affairs.

He won’t listen even if you tell him to.

But his father is not as easy to talk to as her.

That day…

“When your father and I found out about this, you had been married for a year. I was reluctant to beat my three sons, but your father said that every country has its own laws and every family has its own rules. He, as a father, did not teach his sons well and made a fool of himself, so he had to let his sons suffer a little.”

Old Madam Bo sighed and gestured with her hands: “Your father used such a thick whip to whip Zhizhou’s back in front of the ancestral tablet until it was bleeding, and he also made him kneel for three days and three nights…”

Xia Ye’s eyelids twitched violently!

“Before, I didn’t dare tell you about this because I was afraid you would be sad. Zhizhou said that you can’t cry anymore.” Old Madam Bo looked at Xia Ye’s unchanged expression, feeling both disappointed and relieved: “Now that you have forgotten everything, I dare to let you know.”

Xia Ye didn’t say anything for a long time.

Of course she knew that Old Madam Bo felt sorry for Bo Zhizhou.

However, she really couldn’t show any expression of sympathy for Bo Zhizhou.

“Xia Xia, it’s time to go to bed.”

At some point, Bo Zhizhou’s tall figure stood at the stairs.

The dim light at night fell on him, creating a flickering halo that made him seem unreal.

Xia Ye looked at Bo Zhizhou for a few seconds, then retracted her gaze to look at Old Madam Bo: “Mom, let me help you go upstairs to rest.”

“Okay.” Mrs. Bo was indeed old. She held Xia Ye’s hand and kept muttering as they walked: “When Xia Xia didn’t lose her memory, she slept with me.”

Xia Ye’s eyes flickered slightly.

Her mother-in-law… probably really doesn’t know the “blood relationship” between her and Xia Mingzhu.

The Bo family seems to have a pretty good family tradition.

Bo Zhizhou probably didn’t dare to let the two elders know.

After making this judgment, Xia Ye unconsciously opened up a little bit of his heart to Old Madam Bo.

“When my memory is restored, I will sleep with mom, too,” she agreed with a smile.

“Okay, then Mom will wait for Xia Xia.” Old Madam Bo couldn’t stop smiling.

“Um.”

Xia Ye ignored Bo Zhizhou who was standing at the stairs, and Old Madam Bo seemed not to have seen her son.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went upstairs quickly.

Bo Zhizhou followed the two of them silently.

When Xia Ye sent Madam Bo to the door of the bedroom prepared by the servant for her, Madam Bo suddenly stopped.

She turned around and gently patted the back of Xia Ye’s hand, saying kindly, “Actually, Xia Xia, it’s good this way.”

Xia Ye was stunned.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Until returning to the master bedroom, Xia Ye kept thinking about what Mrs. Bo said, “Actually, Xia Xia is quite good this way.”

Wasn’t she a good person before?

Does Mrs. Bo like her better now?

“She couldn’t bear to see you cry.”

Bo Zhizhou’s cold voice suddenly rang in my ears on a summer night.

She glanced sideways and saw the man’s ink-black eyes staring at her, his face very close to her.

So close that she could feel his warm breath, lightly fanning across her face.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Xia Ye took two steps back, retreated to a safe distance, turned and went into the bathroom.

The bathtub was indeed full of hot water.

Bathrobes and pajamas, all neatly folded, were placed on the counter by the door.

Xia Ye’s slender fingers gently stroked the silky fabric of her pajamas.

He pretends to be a good husband.

After a mocking laugh, Xia Ye took off his clothes without any psychological burden and got into the bathtub full of bubbles.

Xia Ye soaked in the bathroom for more than half an hour before coming out.

After taking a hot bath, her cheeks were rosy, her skin was moist, and she exuded a lazy aura.

Bo Zhizhou was sitting on the sofa. When he turned his head to look at her, he was stunned.

In those deep black eyes, there leapt a ray of uncontrollable fire.

Bo Zhizhou stared at her for a long time.

It was not until she took out the hair dryer and prepared to go back to the bathroom to blow dry her hair that he came to his senses, stood up and took a few steps to block her.

Xia Ye raised his head slightly: “?”

The next moment, she felt her hand lighten – Bo Zhizhou took the hair dryer away.

“Sit down.” Bo Zhizhou grabbed her wrist with his hot hand and gently led her to the sofa.

Xia Ye pursed her lips but did not resist.

As long as Bo Zhizhou doesn’t violate her, she will maintain superficial harmony with him.

So she sat down and let Bo Zhizhou’s slender fingers dance in her hair in coordination with the high-speed warm air from the hair dryer.

Xia Ye’s hair is not long, it’s shoulder-length and straight.

It was done in less than three minutes.

Bo Zhizhou turned off the hair dryer and put it aside.

He continued to gently comb the soft black hair with his fingers, as if he couldn’t let go.

But Xia Ye quickly stood up and walked towards the bed.

Bo Zhizhou’s eyes were filled with loss.

It’s fleeting.

Xia Ye climbed onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt. Seeing Bo Zhizhou preparing to come up, she raised her eyebrows and said, “Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“I’ve washed it.” Bo Zhizhou explained.

Men take showers quickly.

He finished while the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were chatting in the living room.

After hearing this, Xia Ye said nothing more and closed his eyes.

Bo Zhizhou turned off the lights and lay down beside her.

He stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms.

“Don’t hold me so tight.” Xia Ye’s breathing was a little difficult.

“Okay.” Bo Zhizhou loosened his grip a little.

Xia Ye then began to fall asleep.

Bo Zhizhou stared at her quietly in the dark night. After a while, he suddenly held her wrist and put her hand on his waist.

“What are you doing?” Xia Ye frowned and scolded.

“Xia Xia, hug me.”

The man’s deep voice carried a barely perceptible hint of anxiety.

It sounded like an order, but also like a request.

“I don’t…” Xia Ye’s refusal came to an abrupt end when her fingers touched the jagged scars on the man’s back.

How could a gifted man like Bo Zhilin, who is surrounded by bodyguards, get hurt easily?

unless……

“Your father used such a thick whip to whip Zhizhou’s back until it bled in front of the ancestral tablets, and also made him kneel for three days and three nights…”

In Xia Ye’s ears, the distressed words of Mrs. Bo just now suddenly echoed.