After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 249: Who Did It?

On the way, Aunt Chen explained what had happened just ten minutes ago.

At that time, she was showing Bo Jingmo around the dormitory and happened to run into a group of boys around seventeen or eighteen, who had surrounded a skinny-looking boy.

The boys were laughing and discussing something, each holding something in their hands—some had thermos flasks, others had chalk.

Next to them stood another boy, looking timid and withdrawn.

It was hard not to associate this scene with something unpleasant.

Bo Jingmo didn’t say anything, just gave Aunt Chen a cold glance.

Aunt Chen hadn’t expected to witness such a scene either. Just ten minutes ago, she’d confidently promised there would be no bullying.

Her brows furrowed, and she immediately snapped, “What are you all doing?!”

The boys froze the moment they saw someone arrive, the smiles on their faces stiffened, and they quickly tried to hide whatever was in their hands.

But because their movements were too sudden, the lid of one thermos cup wasn’t properly secured, and some hot water spilled out, dripping directly onto the boy’s hand.

“Hiss—”

The boy inhaled sharply, clutching the back of his burned hand and shrinking back, not daring to make a sound.

Those boys seemed to know Aunt Chen, and quickly forced a flattering smile onto their faces. “It’s nothing, just messing around with a friend.”

“Nonsense!”

Aunt Chen wasn’t buying it at all. Her tone was stern. “Why aren’t you all in class?! What are you doing here? Bullying someone?!”

In the orphanage, any form of bullying or harassment was strictly forbidden. Once discovered, the consequences were severe.

The boys knew this, so upon hearing that, they quickly shook their heads. “No, no, we weren’t bullying him. We’re all just playing around as friends.”

As they spoke, they shoved the boy in the corner. “Wang Jiechi, hurry up and explain to Aunt Chen!”

“……”

The boy staggered a few steps from the push, head lowered, too afraid to speak.

Aunt Chen looked Wang Jiechi up and down, then slowly scanned the rest of the group, her tone icy.

“You lot, wait and explain this to the director.”

The boys immediately panicked. If the director found out, they could even get kicked out of the orphanage.

“No, Aunt Chen, we really were just messing around.”

Their faces were full of anxiety and panic. Seeing that Aunt Chen wouldn’t budge, they turned to the boy.

“D**n it, Wang Jiechi, say something! We were just playing, weren’t we?”

One of the boys behind him grabbed the soft flesh at Wang Jiechi’s waist and pinched hard, leaning in to growl viciously into his ear. “If you don’t explain, I’ll find a way to f***ing kill you even if I get kicked out.”

Wang Jiechi trembled all over, then quickly opened his mouth and whispered, “I... They were just messing around with me.”

“Hey! You see, Aunt Chen! He said it himself!” The boy immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Bo Jingmo watched from behind, lips curling into a cold sneer but saying nothing.

Aunt Chen remained unmoved. “No. You’re all still coming with me to the director’s office!”

“What the h**l for—?!”

One of the boys instantly flew into a rage, raising his thermos as he charged forward. “He already said it was a joke. Why do we still have to go?”

But his foot slipped, and as his body tilted forward, the thermos water spilled out.

The scalding hot water splashed in midair, still steaming. Aunt Chen’s pupils contracted as she watched the water come flying toward her.

Suddenly, someone shoved her forcefully to the side, and all the hot water landed squarely on the man’s body.

Luckily, it was winter, and his thick clothes absorbed most of it. Still, a fair amount landed on the back of his hand and neck, turning his pale skin bright red.

Bo Jingmo frowned but didn’t make a sound. He quickly walked over to the faucet to rinse off.

Aunt Chen had never seen anything like this. Her heart nearly stopped from the fright.

She ordered the boys not to leave, then rushed to call a doctor and went to inform He Gui.

After hearing the whole incident, He Gui’s brows remained tightly knit.

This was trouble.

“Has Yu Li already gone?”

Aunt Chen nodded. “Yes, she’s probably there by now.”

At the side, Xin Hao suddenly spoke up. “That Bo Jingmo…”

His voice immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Xin Hao looked grave as he said, “If the Bo Jingmo you’re talking about is the same one I know, then this is going to be a problem. That guy’s not someone to mess with.”

He Gui’s tone wavered. “Really? He looked pretty nice.”

Xin Hao frowned. “That’s hard to say.”

To be honest, Xin Hao hadn’t known much about Bo Jingmo before, only had a rough idea of his background.

But when he went to deva today, Yu Jiao had given him a briefing and showed him some of their previous analysis on Bo Jingmo.

According to them, Bo Jingmo appeared aloof on the surface, but was actually extremely violent inside and prone to dangerous emotional outbursts.

How could Yu Li end up with someone like that?

Xin Hao looked troubled, hoping it was just a coincidence of names.

After all, someone who couldn’t even control their own emotions—how could they possibly manage a relationship?

Or more accurately, how could someone like that even understand what love meant?

…

Meanwhile, Yu Li finally arrived at the dorm.

The moment she stepped in, she saw Bo Jingmo getting his wounds treated.

She rushed over, brows never relaxing as her eyes swept over his injuries.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, his bones clearly defined, exuding the cold beauty of white jade. But the swelling and redness ruined some of that elegance.

The doctor beside him noticed someone had come in and was about to turn his head when the girl spoke first. “Is it serious?”

The doctor packed up and replied reassuringly, “It’s fine. Thankfully, only a small amount of water hit him. Since he rinsed it quickly, it’s mostly okay—just the neck might be trickier. Apply ointment for a few days, thickly.”

“Alright. Thank you, Doctor.”

Once the doctor left, Yu Li stepped forward.

She bent down first to examine his hand, then checked his neck. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Bo Jingmo obediently raised his head, and suddenly, his chin was grabbed. He looked up, meeting the girl’s narrowed, unkind eyes.

“Who did it?” she asked coldly.

She’d only been informed that her boyfriend got burned, but didn’t know the full story.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes softened. He reached out with his uninjured hand and gently held hers. His voice was warm. “It’s okay, Lili. It doesn’t hurt. Just looks red, don’t worry.”

The moment he acted, the black mist inside him sensed something wrong and instinctively shielded its master.

Yu Li knew this, but she still held back her anger.

After all, the hot water really had landed on him. The pain was real.

And these burns happened even with the black mist’s protection—what if it hadn’t been there?

Like the old Bo Jingmo, before he met her, when he had no black mist to shield him.

Back then, he endured all that pain alone.

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