Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan met the man's earnest and determined gaze, paused slightly, and nodded.

A businessman holding a wine glass approached, smiling obsequiously as he called out, "President Bo." Bo Yan responded casually, dismissing the man with a few words.

When someone came over to offer a toast, he blocked it for her.

When someone glanced at them, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

A man in a gray suit asked about her job, and Bo Yan answered for her. The man was taken aback, probably not expecting that someone would speak of forensic medicine with such pride.

Halfway through the banquet, Mu Siwan stood beside him, a smile naturally appearing on her face. It wasn't because she was used to it, but because she realized—she really didn't need to do anything.

He stood half a step in front of her, blocking all the social engagements from her.

Mu Siwan stood there, seemingly having nothing to do.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the row of dessert tables in the distance.

She hadn't eaten much all afternoon, and Bo Yan had just led her through a long series of difficult moves in the bathroom, so her stomach was empty. She couldn't resist the sight of the cake.

Bo Yan noticed her gaze and loosened his grip on her waist.

Are you hungry?

"Um."

"Okay, let's go get something to eat." He looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I'll come find you later."

Mu Siwan nodded and walked over there. The dessert table was placed by the window, and the light from the crystal chandelier illuminated the macarons, mousses, and cheesecakes, making them look exquisite and delicious.

After picking out a few pieces of cake, Mu Siwan sat down by the window with the plate in her hand.

After taking a couple of bites, I suddenly remembered that Bo Yan hadn't eaten anything that evening either.

She frowned and looked up towards the other end of the banquet hall.

Bo Yan was talking to someone.

The man had his back to her, so she couldn't see his face, but she could see that he was wearing a dark blue suit with well-defined shoulders and a straight posture.

Mu Siwan silently commented in her heart—a decent human specimen.

-

On the other side of the banquet hall, Bo Yan was discussing future cooperation arrangements with Zhou Xubai.

This banquet was hosted by Zhou Xubai, and all the guests were prominent figures in Haicheng's business community.

Bo Yan had heard of him—a rising star in the shipping industry, who started from scratch and grew a small company to its current size in just a few years, earning him a good reputation in the industry.

After exchanging a few words, Bo Yan knew this person was not easily fooled. He spoke calmly and clearly, his attitude neither servile nor arrogant, his manner perfectly measured. He wasn't the type to rush into a relationship, nor was he the type to put on airs or act superior.

Bo Yan made a judgment in his mind—this person is someone he can get along with.

Zhou Xubai picked up his wine glass, his tone becoming more casual: "It's rare for President Bo to come to Haicheng. After the banquet, I've chartered a cruise ship at the pier. The night view is nice; how about we go up for a drink?"

Bo Yan looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"I'm afraid it won't work today." The man turned his head and glanced towards the window. "My wife is coming to see me. We have a curfew at home after ten o'clock."

Zhou Xubai followed his gaze.

A woman sat by the window, wearing a champagne-colored long dress, her hair styled in an updo, revealing a slender neck. She kept her head down, meticulously cutting the dessert and steak in front of her into uniform, neat pieces.

Zhou Xubai withdrew his gaze and noticed Bo Yan's eyes—lacking the usual politeness and aloofness in the business world, his gaze softened without him even realizing it when it fell on the window.

As a fellow man, Zhou Xubai naturally understood what that meant.

Rumors circulated that Bo Yangang neglected his wife after their marriage, sending her to the United States for three years, and that the marriage wouldn't last. Now it seems the rumors were indeed harmful.

"It seems that President Bo and his wife have a very deep relationship."

Bo Yan didn't deny it; the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

Zhou Xubai put down his wine glass and extended his hand: "Then I look forward to our next collaboration."

Bo Yan clenched his fist and nodded.

There will be an opportunity.

-

When Bo Yan walked over, Mu Siwan was cutting the steak on her plate into the last few pieces. Each piece was almost the same size and neatly arranged. The dessert on the plate next to her was also trimmed into neat squares.

He stood beside her, glanced down at her for a moment, and couldn't help but tease, "Is Forensic Doctor Mu eating or making a specimen?"

Mu Siwan ignored him and pushed the cut steak to the empty seat opposite her.

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow: "For me?"

She nodded: "You haven't had dinner, you must be hungry."

He sat down opposite her, his tone slightly frivolous: "What, Mrs. Bo, are you concerned about me?"

Mu Siwan thought about it carefully. Bo Yan had said that it was only natural for husband and wife to take care of and care for each other. So she nodded.

"Yes."

Bo Yan was taken aback, and a smile spread across his eyes.

He forked a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

It was overcooked, cooled down, and all the juices were gone; the black pepper sauce was also very bland. By his standards, the chef should be fired. He chewed two more pieces, swallowed them with difficulty, and nodded.

"tasty."

He casually asked, "Are you free tomorrow? Since you're in Haicheng, how about we go out for a stroll together?"

Mu Siwan shook her head: "No, I'll take the high-speed train at 10 a.m. tomorrow and go with the production crew."

Bo Yan frowned: "Can't we get a refund?"

"No," she said. "I have an autopsy to do when I go back to Beijing tomorrow."

"...Okay." He paused for a moment, "Then stay here with me tonight, and I'll take you to the high-speed rail station tomorrow morning."

Mu Siwan looked at him: "I have to go back to the hotel tonight, I still have some data to upload."

After being rejected three times in a row, Bo Yan put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Does that mean you can't even sleep with me tonight?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Mu Siwan's face: "Didn't we sleep together tonight?"

Bo Yan: "..."

This isn't the one to sleep with.

The irritation in my heart surged up, then subsided again.

"Does it have to be tonight?"

"Yes, I need it urgently."

Bo Yan chewed on his steak, suddenly realizing this piece was even tougher than the previous one. The juices were cold, and the black pepper sauce tasted bland, as if watered down. He put down his knife and fork, staring at her expressionlessly.

Mu Siwan was puzzled by his gaze: "Why aren't you eating?"

"It's awful," Bo Yan said expressionlessly. "This steak is tough and cold."

Mu Siwan glanced down at the remaining steak on his plate and gave a blank "oh".

They were saying it was delicious just now.

Men are really hard to understand, especially Bo Yan.

-

After finishing the last piece of steak, the banquet was drawing to a close. Bo Yan picked up his suit jacket and stood up, his back view exuding a hint of indifference.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Mu Siwan responded and followed him out.

A strong night wind blew across the cruise ship's deck, carrying the pungent smell of the sea mixed with moisture. Her thin dress instantly raised goosebumps on her exposed arms and shoulders.

Bo Yan was walking ahead when he suddenly stopped.

He turned around, handed her the suit jacket he was holding, and draped it over her shoulders.

Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Bo Yan had already bent down and buttoned her up one by one. The collar was turned up and the sleeves were a bit too long, so Mu Siwan was wrapped in the large suit, and the coldness was blocked out, leaving only a warm feeling with a minty scent.