CHAPTER 724: CHAPTER 660: I LIKE YOU, FROM THE FIRST SIGHT

Feng City, Martyrs’ Cemetery.

The sunlight was dazzlingly bright.

Bo Qin held a bunch of flowers as he approached a grave. The man on the tombstone was smiling brilliantly, just as he had when they first met.

From nearby came the sobbing that sounded like a small animal whimpering.

The girl was very young; her fine body trembled as she cried, her hair tied back into a high ponytail. She looked frail and thin.

"Jianjian, don’t cry. Your dad ... he wouldn’t want to see you like this." The comfort was hollow.

Bo Qin suddenly remembered the last phone call he had received from his friend two days ago, which had been his final words.

"Bo Qin, I have a favor to ask of you. If I don’t make it back this time, please take care of my daughter. Her name is Jian Dan, but you can call her Jianjian."

It was his friend, Jian Cheng’s daughter he was asked to take care of.

"Who are you?"

Jian Cheng’s aunt suddenly noticed there was such a person beside her and asked suspiciously.

All eyes turned toward him.

Jian Cheng hadn’t talked much about Bo Qin at home, because, when Jian Cheng had chosen this path, it had caused a split in his family.

Bo Qin was distinguished; he clearly looked like the scion of a prominent family, embroidered with gold and jade. Jian Cheng’s female cousins couldn’t take their eyes off him, their eyes sparkling, almost glued on him.

The men of the Bo Family, uniformly aloof and proud, didn’t fit in with the others around them.

Bo Qin ignored everyone else and went to the constantly crying little girl, bent down slightly, and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

The little girl looked up, her eyes red and swollen, puffing up. She wanted to speak, but she had been crying so long her throat felt like it was on fire.

She couldn’t utter a word and could only stare blankly at the god-like man who had appeared beside her.

Bo Qin introduced himself, "I am your father’s friend, Bo Qin, from the Imperial Capital. You can call me uncle."

The little girl’s tears kept falling; she hung her head, unable to stop crying as she had always understood one thing: a child without relatives’ care is less than a weed.

For years, it had been just her and her father, with no contact with other members of the Jian Family.

But when her father died unexpectedly on a mission and the Jian Family was notified, they were more concerned about how to divide Jian Cheng’s purchased house and his bank money, than telling her where she should live.

With her father’s demise, the only person in the world who cared about her was gone.

She knew her father disliked her crying; although a girl, he had said that it wasn’t good for girls to always cry.

She didn’t want to disappoint her father, but she couldn’t help it.

"Sir, are you a friend of our family’s Jian Cheng?" Jian Cheng’s elder sister, still hopeful, stepped up and asked with shrewd, calculating eyes.

Jian Cheng had left a 96-square-meter apartment for the little girl, not large but well-located. Selling it for two million wasn’t a problem.

Jian Cheng’s comrades had said that to get the property rights to the apartment, they must treat the little girl well, but she was only ten years old this year and it would be several years until she was grown up; will she just eat without contributing?

Jian Cheng’s sisters were unwilling to accept this burden, seeing the girl as nothing more than a drag.

And unexpectedly, Jian Cheng, who had been raising the little girl alone, had left her with savings of over two hundred thousand yuan.

That was, frankly, very hard to not envy.

Now this man claimed to be Jian Cheng’s friend, so they indeed hoped he would take away this wild girl quickly. Everything here had nothing to do with this wild child.

Bo Qin paid no attention to her, hummed in acknowledgment, and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to hand to the red-eyed Jian Dan, embroidered with a lifelike orchid on it.

Jian Dan paused, looked sideways at him, sobbed a few times, then tried to speak, her throat feeling as if it were smoking, painfully tearing, "Uncle..."

"Don’t talk, take care of your throat."

Bo Qin cut her off, his gaze shifting to Jian Cheng’s photo, "Jian Cheng, I’ve come to see you, as you wished."

I take care of your daughter.

"Uncle, are you friends with my uncle?"

Meng Qiuqiu approached shyly, her gaze lingering on Bo Qin, unable to be retracted.

Her voice was affectatiously sweet.

Jian Jie, Jian Cheng’s elder sister, very well understood her own daughter’s thoughts. Seeing this, how could she not understand? She prepared to pull her daughter away. This man at a glance was top-ranking, could someone like him fancy a family like theirs? Dreaming wasn’t a problem, but dreaming of the unattainable was.

Moreover, hadn’t he said he came from the Imperial Capital?

What kind of place was that?

Didn’t everyone say so?