After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 187: Bo Jingmo Won’t Hurt Me

Until Grandpa showed up, he stopped Father from doing anything further.

No one knew what he and Father talked about, but after that, Father got busy with other things and never laid a hand on Bo Jingmo again.

Bo Jingmo was brought back to Grandpa’s house, and when Bai Hui saw him again, the boy’s wounds and past suffering seemed to have been completely wiped away.

According to Grandpa, Bo Jingmo had some kind of strange illness. Now that he’d undergone psychological counseling, it had been temporarily suppressed, but he still couldn’t be agitated—everyone was told not to upset him.

But in truth, they couldn’t agitate Bo Jingmo even if they tried, because he refused to communicate with anyone.

He spoke less and less, his face always wearing that distant and indifferent smile—like a robot running on pre-set programming.

Eventually, he moved out of the house altogether.

The only comforting thing was that Bai Hui never saw Bo Jingmo have another episode again. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

“Yesterday, Mom called me and said that Dad would be back for this banquet too. I don’t know if Bo Jingmo has had any contact with Dad since then.”

Bai Hui lifted her teacup and moistened her throat, which had gone a bit dry from all the talking. She lowered her gaze and said softly, “So I came this time also to check on how Bo Jingmo’s doing.”

After saying all that, it felt like a huge weight had slowly been lifted from her heart. Her once-heavy chest lightened a little after finally revealing these secrets.

All these years, she’d tried not to remember, but she could never forget the look in Bo Jingmo’s eyes back then.

Thankfully, things were different now—Bo Jingmo not only no longer had episodes, but he also had a girlfriend.

Maybe it was because she didn’t hear a response from the girl across from her, but Bai Hui let out a barely audible sigh, thinking to herself that the other probably couldn’t accept all this.

She looked up, expecting to see a frightened face—but before she could see clearly, a crisp “crack” echoed in her ears.

The sound of a glass shattering was especially jarring in the living room. Bai Hui’s hand paused, and she instinctively looked down at the cup in her hand—it wasn’t broken.

Then what broke…

Her gaze shifted across the table and saw that the girl across from her had water-dampened hands, pale fingertips holding onto a shattered teacup.

Yu Li casually lowered her gaze to the glass shards in her hand. Her fingers slowly brushed over them, and the reflected light hit her face. Her expression was perfectly calm, yet it carried an inexplicable sense of danger.

Bai Hui’s face stiffened slightly. She had words on the tip of her tongue but couldn’t get them out. The air seemed to be heavy with oppressive pressure.

Plop— the shards were casually tossed into the trash can.

The heavy silence was suddenly broken.

The girl pulled a few tissues and elegantly wiped the moisture from her fingertips. She looked up at her and curved her eyes. “Sorry, I lost control of my strength for a second.”

“...No, it’s okay. Maybe the cup wasn’t very sturdy, it’s... it’s normal.” Bai Hui said, secretly tightening her grip on the teacup in her hand.

Sure enough, it didn’t break.

Her mouth twitched. Claiming that a cup worth tens of thousands had quality issues—she couldn’t believe she actually said that.

Leaning back on the sofa, Yu Li thought about what Bai Hui had said. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the frustration stuck in her chest.

What a really... unpleasant story.

She lowered her eyes and let out a nearly inaudible “tch.”

While Bai Hui was still fussing over the teacup, she suddenly heard Yu Li speak. “Please don’t tell Bo Jingmo’s parents about me for now.”

“Huh?” She looked up in confusion and asked instinctively, “Why? Mom really wants Bo Jingmo to find a partner. If she knew, she’d be so happy.”

Happy?

And who’s going to care whether her boyfriend’s happy?

Yu Li tilted her head slightly. “Why do you guys want Bo Jingmo to find a partner so badly? I heard from Mu Hehe that you all were planning this from way back.”

Hearing that, Bai Hui also frowned. “I’m not too sure. It was something Mom suddenly arranged. She said it would help Bo Jingmo’s condition.”

At first, she had her doubts too—but after today...

It did seem kind of convincing.

Yu Li chuckled. “Help?”

She looked Bai Hui in the eye and spoke slowly. “Hui-jie, Bo Jingmo trusted you enough to tell you this. If you really want him to be okay, keeping it a secret is the right choice.”

Bai Hui hadn’t expected that reason. She was stunned for a moment.

...Trust.

It was the first time she’d ever heard that Bo Jingmo trusted her. Her nose stung slightly, and her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

What was there to trust? She, as his sister, had done nothing when he was in the most pain.

Looking at the woman’s reddened eyes across from her, Yu Li stood and walked up to her.

She slowly bent down and hugged her, gently patting her on the back.

“Hui-jie, thank you for telling me all of this. You know how hard-earned Bo Jingmo’s peaceful life is. If word gets out, none of us can guarantee whether the consequences will be good or bad.”

“And don’t you want him to be happy too? He’s really happy right now—so why ruin that?”

The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, carrying a subtle, persuasive tone.

Bai Hui unknowingly followed her train of thought. The fresh scent on the girl made her momentarily dazed.

What Yu Li said... really made sense.

Bo Jingmo told her about his girlfriend not because he wanted her to spread it, but because he simply wanted to share it with his sister.

She shouldn’t have said anything. She didn’t even have the right to. If anyone should say it, it should be Bo Jingmo himself.

More than ten years ago, Bai Hui didn’t have a choice.

More than ten years later, the choice was right in front of her.

She blinked. Her vision suddenly blurred, as if a layer of mist had covered it, and even her voice turned hoarse.

“Yu Li, Bo Jingmo only has you now.”

“I can tell he really likes you.”

“So no matter what happens, can you not be afraid of him? If he gets agitated and has an episode and ends up hurting you, c-could you… stay away from him then, okay?”

Bai Hui knew what she was saying was selfish. Even she couldn’t promise she wouldn’t be afraid of Bo Jingmo, and now she was asking a younger girl to do what she couldn’t.

She clenched her fists, lips parting to say something. “I know this might...”

Just then, a soft laugh reached her ears.

“Bo Jingmo won’t hurt me.”

Yu Li lowered her gaze and slowly curled her lips. She spoke gently:

“I won’t let him get agitated again either.”

Because she would deal with all the trouble before it reached him.