Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

“Master?” Yu Song glanced at Bo Jinchuan through the rearview mirror.

Bo Jinchuan gradually stopped writing. He closed the document and placed it aside before looking at Yu Song.

He instructed quietly, “Buy some medicine for sprains and bruises.”

Yu Song seemed to understand everything instantly. After replying with a “right away”, he opened the car door and walked into the pharmacy.

…

“Young Master, you’re back.” Lairong’s eyes were sparkling and warm. The old madam had incredible foresight indeed.

“Yeah.”

answered Bo Jinchuan as he changed his shoes before strolling into the living room.

His cool gaze scanned the living room, but there was no sight of a familiar figure. Turning around, he was about to head upstairs when he heard a soft voice coming from the kitchen.

“Does he like seafood? Crabs? Prawns? Doesn’t look like he does…”

“Me? I’m not really a picky eater, but my stomach isn’t too well lately. I don’t dare to eat anything too spicy…”

“It’s nothing serious actually. I’ve been busy with work previously and I had to socialize often. It’s not surprising that my stomach feels unwell.”

“Do you want to make a fruit platter? I’ll go get…”

When Shen Fanxing ran out, she happened to see the towering figure standing in the middle of the living room. His gaze was fixed on her.

She halted her footsteps as she was surprised to see him. “You’re back.”

The moment she finished speaking, she felt that something was amiss.

Why did she sound like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to return home from work?

Bo Jinchuan’s dark eyes surveyed the woman opposite him intensely. The dress she was wearing was familiar; he had seen it this afternoon.

Right now, she had a light blue apron with a sash around her waist. It showed off her slender waist and it seemed as if he could envelop her fully with an arm.

But the light in Bo Jinchuan’s eyes dimmed gradually.

“Who asked you to do these?”

Bo Jinchuan’s sudden gloomy tone startled Shen Fanxing, and she didn’t know how to react.

“Who asked me to do this? Of course it’s me.”

Bo Jinchuan glanced at her calmly before taking large strides to her. He held her wrist and pulled her upstairs with him.

They went directly to Bo Jinchuan’s bedroom and Shen Fanxing was forced to sit on the bed.

“Bo Jinchuan, what are you doing?” asked Shen Fanxing, feeling rather vexed. She was used to his gentle demeanor and couldn’t accept his rudeness.

“Lay on the bed.”

“You…” Shen Fanxing couldn’t even finish her sentence. She stared at him, too furious for words.

To think she had thought of him as a polite and refined gentleman!

She finally snapped to her senses and screamed when she was pushed onto the bed. He lifted her shirt forcefully.

“Bo Jinchuan, are you addicted to being a bandit?”

Bandit?

Bo Jinchuan’s thin lips froze.

That was a refreshing word.

Yet it was interesting to hear that from this elegant and aloof woman.

His eyes which were as black as ink, glinted quietly. His warm hands gripped the sides of her wriggling body and his eyes remained on her slender waist.

Something stirred in the depths of his eyes and they darkened.

She had fair creamy skin, but a dark greenish bruise had ruined her beauty.

His face darkened visibly as he picked up the ointment. His lips moved slightly.

“Where did the term ‘bandit’ come from?”

Shen Fanxing’s anger couldn’t be vanquished.

“You broke someone’s arm and smashed their car. And now you’re using force on me? If you’re not a bandit, then what are you? And I thought you were a gentleman…”

Before Shen Fanxing finished speaking, something cooling touched her waist, accompanied by a tinge of pain.

She paused, and suddenly enlightenment hit on. Her furious face reddened and she bit her lips before burying her face in the covers.

She had misunderstood him.