Slow to mature after marriage

He quickly denied it.

[Bo Yan]: No. Your sister-in-law said she doesn't like him anymore.

[Xu Qishan]: Brother Yan, you don't understand. When a woman says she doesn't like someone, she really means it, especially when it's that kind of mysterious thing like a "white moonlight." He's always hanging around in front of his sister-in-law; who knows, maybe one day they'll rekindle their romance.

Bo Yan felt agitated.

[Bo Yan]: Then what do you suggest we do?

[Xu Qishan]: I don't know your specific situation. Let's arrange to talk about it in detail in a couple of days. I'll just tell you three tips for dealing with women first.

[Xu Qishan]: First, perseverance.

[Xu Qishan]: Second, shameless.

[Xu Qishan]: Third, insist on being shameless.

Bo Yan stared at the three messages, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Only an idiot would take this seriously.

He scoffed, tossed his phone aside, and looked up at Mu Siwan, who was sitting by the hospital bed.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the pages of her open book. She kept her head down, her fingers slowly tracing the lines of the anatomical diagrams, completely absorbed, not even glancing at his movements.

Bo Yan stared at her profile, slowly raised one arm, and struck a pose that was utterly delicate and weak.

"Mu Siwan, I want to drink water."

Mu Siwan didn't even look up: "The water is on the bedside table."

Bo Yan: "..."

He glanced at the bedside table. The water glass was indeed there, less than twenty centimeters from his hand.

"I have no strength in my hands, I can't lift them." The man's voice lowered even further, and coupled with his still feverish and slightly flushed face, he really looked quite pitiful. "You feed me."

Mu Siwan finally managed to lift her eyes from the book.

She looked at him calmly, her gaze lingering for a moment on his hand that he "couldn't lift"—that hand was resting steadily on the blanket, its five fingers long and slender, completely still, showing no sign of weakness.

"Bo Yan," she frowned, puzzled, "don't provoke me."

He clearly has the strength now.

Bo Yan was taken aback by those words, clutched his chest, and collapsed onto the pillow.

He knew it.

This tactic is ineffective against AI opponents.

All that talk about shamelessness is useless in front of Mu Siwan. She won't even give you a second glance, so where are you going to put your face?

He turned his head and looked at Mu Siwan's profile as she lowered her head again and continued to turn the pages of her book. He sighed and thought to himself.

It's okay. He just likes playing against machines.

-

a few days later.

A business gathering was underway, with glasses clinking and crystal chandeliers illuminating the banquet hall like daytime. Bo Yan leaned back on the sofa, twirling a glass of champagne he had barely touched.

Xu Qishan sat opposite him, legs crossed, exuding the air of a seasoned lover.

He didn't want to delve into Mu Siwan's private life, only briefly mentioning that Meng Qing was her tutor when she was sixteen, and that he had reappeared now, nothing more.

Xu Qishan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep tone, "It would be easy if the white moonlight were dead, but she's still alive—that's troublesome."

Bo Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "I came to this boring party not to listen to your nonsense. If you can't offer a solution, then get out."

Xu Qishan ignored his sharp tongue and continued to rub salt into his wounds: "Tell me, what are we going to do? A forensic doctor and a policeman, working together every day. If they occasionally come across some bizarre case, and while talking about it, they start to empathize—what are they going to do then?"

Bo Yan's face darkened.

He finally understood. Xu Qishan hadn't called him over with any intention of giving him advice; he was just there to annoy him.

Bo Yan got up and left.

Midway through the meal, someone came over with a wine glass to offer a toast. He absentmindedly clinked glasses with it and was about to leave when a sweet cry suddenly came from beside him.

A woman stumbled and fell towards him.

The overpowering scent of perfume hit him, so sweet it was nauseating. Bo Yan's body reacted faster than his mind—he took a step to the side.

The woman was about to fall forward, but managed to steady herself thanks to her body's balance.

She hadn't expected Bo Yan to be so lacking in gentlemanly manners. Somewhat flustered, she turned around, looked up at Bo Yan, and blushed slightly. Her voice was so soft it seemed like it could be squeezed to release water: "Thank you, Mr. Bo."

Bo Yan glanced at her, puzzled.

"Why thank me?" he asked flatly. "I didn't catch you."

The woman smiled slightly: "No matter what, thank you."

The thin inkstone was even more baffling.

He turned and left, leaving the woman and the curious gazes around him behind.

He didn't take the little incident to heart.

He leaned back on the sofa, listening to Xu Qishan ramble on about the mess he and Lin Qing had made after getting back together, but he didn't listen to a single word.

Xu Qishan suddenly stopped talking, looked down at his phone, and then made an ambiguous "Oh ho".

"Brother Yan." Xu Qishan handed over his phone, a smug smile on his face. "You're trending."

Bo Yan took it and looked at it.

#Bo Yanxu Youyou's Romance# Boiling Point

Bo Yan stared at the name for two seconds.

Xu Youyou? Who?

He clicked on it, and his face instantly darkened.

The top trending image was a photo taken from an optical illusion. The angle was extremely tricky—the woman who had fallen was positioned perfectly in front of him, and from his perspective, the curve of his arm appeared to encircle her waist. At first glance, it looked as if he was holding her in his arms.

The comments section has completely gone awry.

"Is this a new romance for Mr. Bo?"

"Who is this woman? She's quite pretty."

"Xu Youyou, she played the second female lead in that web series."

"I saw that Mr. Bo was wearing a wedding ring. Could she be the legendary Mrs. Bo?"

Bo Yan's temples throbbed a few times.

He quickly realized what was going on.

This is a scam specifically targeting him.