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

Jing Ran looked at the lunch box that Bo Zhanchen pushed back, her eyes darkened and her tone became serious.

"Bo Zhanchen, eat your meal. Even if you starve yourself to death, it won't change the outcome of the surgery. If something happens later, you'll have to support such a big family. How can you not eat?"

Jing Ran had a stern face, picked up the chopsticks and personally handed the rice to Bo Zhanchen's mouth.

Seeing the man's bored expression, Jing Ran felt uncomfortable.

But Jing Ran clearly remembered that in his previous life, Mr. Bo had always been in good health. Even after his death, the old man was still full of energy and could go out to play golf with some old friends.

How can it just fall down like that?

Moreover, how come she had never heard of the poisoning incident that Bo Zhanchen mentioned before?

Watching the man eating everything in front of him like a machine, Jing Ran sat aside and held the man's cold big hand.

"I'm with you. Everything will be fine."

Bo Zhanchen's throat rolled, "I thought I would not feel anything about such an ordinary thing, but I didn't expect that I couldn't do it..."

It is impossible to watch Mr. Bo being pushed into the operating room and remain indifferent, and it is even more impossible to just ignore the so-called bloodline.

Bo Zhanchen thought he didn't care about the life and death of the Bo family. At least he never cared about his father...

"If you can't do it, don't force yourself to think about it. You are a human being, and humans have emotions and feelings. What the old man did back then was indeed wrong, but he is still your grandfather after all."

Jing Ran put her arms around Bo Zhanchen's shoulders, pulled him towards herself, and hugged the man in her arms in a very protective manner.

She even imitated what Bo Zhanchen had done before and kissed the top of his head.

"Bo Zhanchen, no matter what happens next, I will bear the consequences with you."

As Jing Ran finished speaking, the door of the operating room was pushed open. The doctor, wearing a blood-stained surgical gown, looked at Bo Zhanchen with a serious expression.

"Mr. Bo, the operation is over. We did our best."

The moment these words came out of his mouth, Bo Zhanchen suddenly straightened his back.

The doctor continued, "The patient's tumor had been operated on before, but this time there are other hemangiomas that have been added. The operation is very difficult. It is hard to say to what extent the patient will recover in the end."

Bo Zhanchen wanted to speak, but his throat felt like it was filled with lead and he couldn't utter a word.

Jing Ran stepped forward immediately, "So was the operation successful? How is the old man doing?"

"At present, we can only maintain the status quo. With the help of radiotherapy and chemotherapy, it is conservatively estimated that the patient has less than half a year to live..."

The doctor's words put the final nail in the coffin of Mr. Bo's condition.

Jing Ran froze in place for a moment, "We understand. Thank you for your hard work. Sorry for the trouble. The meals we ordered for you have been delivered to the office. When can we go see the patient?"

"After the patient wakes up, he needs to be observed in the ICU for a period of time. If there is no problem, we recommend taking him home for follow-up treatment and try to avoid long-distance activities." The doctor wanted to say a few more words of comfort, but some words cannot change the facts.

He could only shake his head and leave the operating room.

Chen Shuli stood by and cried inconsolably.

He has followed Grandpa Bo since he was a child. Half of his life has passed in a flash, and the dirt has buried him up to his neck. He never expected that Grandpa Bo would pass away before him.

He cried like a child despite his age. "I tried to persuade him at first, but he wouldn't listen. He said he was old and you had so many things to do, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble for you... But how could he not take his own health seriously?"

Jing Ran went forward to comfort her, but the words she spoke always felt pale and powerless.

Fortunately, after Mr. Bo underwent an operation, he woke up quickly. After waking up, he drove everyone out of the ward, leaving only Jing Ran.

Looking at Mr. Bo lying weakly on the bed, the previous resentment and misunderstanding seemed not so important at this moment.

Jing Ran sat by the bed and wiped Grandpa Bo's hands, "Grandpa Bo, don't worry, the doctor said the operation was successful..."

"Xiao Ran, Grandpa knows what's wrong with his body. I'm old, and this day will come sooner or later. But I've been worried about Bo Zhanchen for so many years. I've done a lot of things to let him down. I owe this child too much."

Mr. Bo held Jing Ran's hand in his hands. "If she says anything sorry in the future, you should bear it more... You are his only relative..."

Mr. Bo said a lot that day. Jing Ran didn't even remember when she left the ward. When she got home, she hugged Bo Zhanchen and refused to speak.

Not long after, the person was taken out of the hospital. With Xiao Douding and Jing Ran's biological son accompanying him, Mr. Bo's condition seemed to have improved a little.

Even my mood is much better than before.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed. Mr. Bo became so emaciated due to the pain of illness that he finally passed away in one day and one night.

At Mr. Bo's funeral, Jing Ran met many guests. Everyone had a sad and heartbroken expression and cried with genuine emotions. However, Jing Ran seemed to feel nothing. She looked at the people coming and going, and witnessed Mr. Bo's urn being placed in the cemetery. It always felt that it was not real.

Mr. Bo, who was once so arrogant that he could make the entire business world tremble with just a stomp of his feet, is actually gone.

After settling Mr. Bo's funeral, the company had more things to deal with, and not long after, the person responsible for handling the old man's will came to the door.

Jing Ran sat in the office, looking at the Bo family's lawyer with a complicated expression.

"Does that mean Mr. Bo left everything to me?"

"It's like this. All of Mr. Bo's inheritance belongs to you personally. The Bo Group and all related companies have also been transferred to your name during this period. All movable and immovable properties have also been transferred."

Jing Ran put her hand on her temple and asked, "Are you so efficient?"

"These things were already being done before the old gentleman was discharged from the hospital. Before he left, he told me that he would only feel relieved if these things were handed over to you. As for how you want to deal with them in the end, no one has the right to ask."

The lawyer placed the notarized will in front of Jing Ran.

"Miss Jing, I hope you won't let the old gentleman down."

After seeing the lawyer off, Jing Ran felt extremely heavy-hearted. She looked at the pile of things in front of her and suddenly let out a breath.

"Grandpa Bo, you are so cruel. You didn't forget to plot against me even at the last moment."

Jing Ran knew clearly that Bo Zhanchen didn't care about the Bo family's assets at all, and the side branches of the Bo family were even more disappointing. If a portion of the family assets fell into their hands, it would be squandered in no time.

Only by giving it to her can I keep this family business.

"In that case, I hope you can bless us, your descendants, from heaven."

Jing Ran turned her head, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and signed the last page of accepting the property.

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