The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

Jiang Ran was executed on a rainy day, but it was a sunny day when she died.

The continuous rain over the past few days seemed to have washed away the dirt and grime hidden in the dark corners of the city.

When Jing Ran heard the news, the whole family was in the Huanshan Villa.

She was not too moved, and even felt that such a death was too easy for Jiang Ran.

She curled up on the sofa, looking at the little kid being coaxed by the nanny, and her eyes slowly fell on her belly.

As her pregnancy approached seven months, her belly became bigger and bigger. Fortunately, she exercised more and took good care of herself. Apart from the pain in her back, she did not have any other serious reactions.

Jing's mother sat beside her and handed her the wrapped grapes. "She is dead, but none of those children are left alive. Xiaoran, is this the end of the matter?"

Jing Ran lowered her eyes, her lips slightly raised, "Mom, now that it's over, don't think too much about it. We still have a long way to go."

As she spoke, Jing Ran half-leaned on her mother's body, her slightly lowered eyes concealing her deep uneasiness.

During this period, Jing Ran often recalled what Jiang Ran said when she met him for the last time.

Why is it different from the original?

What did Jiang Ran know?

But now the person is dead, and it is obviously impossible to know the answer.

I don’t know if it’s the influence of pregnancy, but Jing Ran often thinks of what happened in her previous life recently, and she is often awakened in the middle of the night.

But the results of various physical examinations showed that she was in good physical condition and even her mental state had improved greatly. Only Jing Ran herself knew that everything she had experienced could not be eliminated by sending the culprits to the execution ground.

A few days later, an uninvited guest came to Huanshan Villa.

When Jing Ran went downstairs, Grandpa Bo was teasing the little kid. The scene with his nephews and grandchildren around his knees looked very happy.

"How come Grandpa Bo has time to come here?" Jing Ran's attitude was neither cold nor indifferent, and there was not much expression on her face.

Mr. Bo was no longer surprised by her attitude. After handing the child in his arms to the nanny, he turned his head and stared at Jing Ran.

"Xiao Ran, Grandpa wants to ask you something alone. Is that convenient?"

"What's so inconvenient about this? Grandpa Bo, just speak frankly."

Jing Ran's intuition told her that Mr. Bo had come here to prepare something.

As expected, as soon as the two entered the study, Mr. Bo got straight to the point and said, "Xiao Ran, when you went to see Jiang Ran before, did she leave any words?"

Jing Ran frowned slightly, "What does Grandpa Bo mean by this? Jiang Ran and I are enemies at best, and not even friends at worst. How could she leave any last words for me?"

Jing Ran's tone was full of self-mockery, and then she saw Mr. Bo take out an envelope from his arms.

She didn't say anything, but took a sip of the fruit tea. But Mr. Bo handed over the envelope, "The day after Jiang Ran passed away, someone sent a letter to the old house. It said something, and I thought you might be interested."

Jing Ran was puzzled, but still opened the letter and took a look.

But just this one glance made her feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

"Xiao Ran, Grandpa doesn't doubt your intentions, nor does he believe in ghosts and gods. It's just that some of the things mentioned here are indeed too coincidental. Since this involves you and Zhan Chen, Grandpa can only come to you in person to confirm it."

Perhaps the writer did it on purpose, the entire piece of letter was recorded in red pen, which was supposed to be Jing Ran's life.

Especially the events after she arrived at the Bo family were recorded in great detail, even the details of He Bojiamu's marriage and the incident at the Jing family were recorded exactly.

Jing Ran calmly folded the letter and threw it on the table beside her.

When he looked up again, he looked at Grandpa Bo with a calm and indifferent look. "Grandpa Bo, this story is well-written. I have some free time recently. If you don't mind, I can really adapt it into a TV series. However, the content needs to be changed. The plot of the grudges between wealthy families is too vulgar."

"Xiao Ran, I'm not kidding you." Mr. Bo's face darkened.

Jing Ran smiled meaningfully, "So what? What does Grandpa Bo want to prove with this letter? Or should I really follow the plot above and die without a burial place? Our two families are old friends after all. Isn't it too much to chat like this?"

The corners of Jing Ran's smile gradually turned cold, and she met Mr. Bo's gaze without backing down.

"Grandpa Bo, a letter doesn't mean anything."

Mr. Bo tightened his grip on the cane and his expression turned a little ugly. He had a gloomy face and stared at Jing Ran without blinking.

"So how do you explain what happened recently?"

He should have noticed it long ago. After Jing Ran and Bo Jiamu had a falling out, the girl he had watched grow up changed.

Both in terms of personality and manners, she is completely different from the Jing Ran of the past. Even though she sometimes deliberately pretends to be harmless, her eyes cannot deceive people.

Just like now...

There was a look of indifference in Jing Ran's eyes, as if he had seen through life and death. Only someone like him, who had reached an age and experienced many vicissitudes of life, could have that kind of look.

Jing Ran's life is going smoothly now. Although she has encountered many twists and turns, she has overcome all the dangers. It can't be said that she has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

She has a happy family and a happy life, and is about to become a mother, but her eyes and personality seem to be incompatible with her current body...

Mr. Bo recalled his expression when he first received the letter, and his pupils moved slightly, "Xiao Ran, what do you want to do? Your goal..."

"Old man, don't think so badly of others. I just want to get what belongs to me. I have never given anything to the Bo Group, and I am not interested in your family's business. In comparison, the only person in the Bo family who catches my eye is Bo Zhanchen."

She has enough money and she has the person she wants. She lives a happy life and can be said to have successfully changed the original outcome.

But why are there still people who are not at peace?

Jing Ran straightened the teacup with a little force, and her fingertips turned white. As she turned her head, the aggressive aura disappeared.

"Old man, I don't care who gave you this letter, but the person who gave you these things must have bad intentions."

Jing Ranmu's little face stated the facts.

"Now that all walks of life have been hit by price cuts, many people have been hit hard. The losses of the Bo and Jing families here cannot be ignored. Everyone wants to seize the time to restore their original strength. You have been in this industry for so long, why are you holding your own family back?"

Jing Ran successfully resolved the awkward situation with a simple move and handed the tea to Mr. Bo.

"Try this freshly brewed tea you came here."