Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon's Sweetheart novel Chapter 891

Chapter 891: Chapter 890: Give Him a Surprise

Tianlu Lake Villa District, Bo Family’s old residence.

In the early morning, the servants gradually set up a table full of dishes. After finishing arranging flowers, Wen Yan came downstairs and found the hall empty, with no sign of her husband or son.

"Where are Junfeng and Tingshen?"

"Madam, the master went to the rehabilitation hospital early to visit the old master. He was concerned about disturbing your rest, so he didn’t say anything. The eldest young master... has been in the study since last night and hasn’t come out yet."

Wen Yan turned and looked towards the study. The light inside was still on, clearly showing he had stayed up all night.

"This child is simply a workaholic. He didn’t rest well a few days ago due to grandpa’s illness, and now that he finally has some free time, he throws himself into work again."

"Uncle Li, go and call the young master down for breakfast."

"Understood."

Wen Yan sat by the dining table, opened her phone, and saw a string of messages and calls. The ’daughter-in-law’ thoughts she had set aside surged up again at this moment.

By the New Year, Tingshen would be twenty-eight. Not to mention marriage, he hasn’t even been in a relationship. Originally, they said a man is like a flower at forty, and she wasn’t in a rush to push him on this matter. But with him so focused on his career, almost all of his energy is spent there, disrupting even his routine and diet, which will inevitably harm his health in the long run.

The matter of a daughter-in-law, she still needs to pay attention to, find someone to properly keep him in line.

"Madam, the eldest young master is here."

"Hmm."

Wen Yan looked at her son, whose expression was indifferent, showing no apparent change, but his eyes were lined with red from exhaustion. Feeling a bit distressed, she asked, "Until what time were you looking at documents last night?"

Uncle Li beside her lowered his head, not daring to speak up. He wanted to say... the young master wasn’t working.

"You, really, work is never-ending. What are you working so hard for? Thinking you’re a machine? After breakfast, come with me to the hospital to see your grandpa. The doctors say he’s recovering particularly well recently, capable of practicing calligraphy again. Once your grandpa is fully recovered, our family of five will personally visit the Ye Family to express our thanks..."

At the mention of the Ye Family, Bo Tingshen’s expression suddenly froze.

Wen Yan noticed he finally reacted and immediately shifted the topic, "Tingshen, do you remember the Jian family that lived next door seven years ago?"

"They have a daughter named Jian Simeng, who used to come to our house often when she was younger. Of course... you were studying abroad at that time and rarely came back, but you did meet her a few times."

"Simeng, this child, is quite exceptional. Not only is she beautiful, but her learning ability is also strong. She went abroad for further study in her early twenties, not to a regular elite college, but to your famous alma mater, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Country M, majoring in financial economics, the same as you, and she obtained many honorary certificates. She just returned home yesterday."

"As soon as she returned, she called her mother, saying she wanted to join BHS and asked if she could arrange to meet you to apply in person. Considering our longtime neighborly relationship and her sincerity, I didn’t refuse. Do you have time to meet her today?"

Wen Yan chattered enthusiastically, and Uncle Li beside them was too embarrassed to remind her: Madam, the young master is distracted, not listening to you at all.

In his mind, it was filled with the smiles and charming expressions of the little woman, like a delicate thread tightly binding his heart. Men’s absent-mindedness caused him to grip his phone tightly, showing dozens of call records, none of which were answered.

"She also sent mom a photo. Kids really do change over eighteen years, getting prettier. Still young! Look at her fair and tender skin; even mom is jealous!"

Jealous?

Bo Tingshen looked up, "What did you say?"

Wen Yan was left speechless, realizing her efforts were for naught since he hadn’t listened. But never mind, she repeated everything once more.

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