Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

‘I’ll have dinner with Qingzhi after work, you don’t have to pick me up.’

He was speechless…

Yu Song was about to ask Bo Jinchuan to sign the last document, when he bent down and caught a glimpse of the message on his phone.

Haha…

Let the vicious storm rage on!

Bo Jinchuan’s face fell as he stared at the phone for a long time before his long fingers moved.

‘I’ll pick you up after dinner.’

Shen Fanxing lifted her head to look at Xu Qingzhi, thinking that she would have to take hours to explain everything to her. Given the current situation, she didn’t have excess energy. Hence, she replied Bo Jinchuan,

‘It’s fine. Yu Song returned the car to me today. I’ll drive back by myself.’

Bo Jinchuan put his phone away and signed the document with a fountain pen. He then looked at Yu Song.

“Inform all departments to work overtime tonight.”

“Got it…”

…

7:00 p.m.

Shen Fanxing and Xu Qingzhi decided on a hotpot restaurant for dinner.

Shen Fanxing’s stomach wasn’t too good and she couldn’t take spicy food. So Xu Qingzhi ordered a pot with two soup bases.

She ordered vegetables, seafood and fresh meat.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the white and red soups in the pot and lamented,

“I really miss the days when we eat spicy snacks in school.”

Shen Fanxing grinned and replied, “Yeah me too. I wonder if the shop behind the school is still around?”

And the conversation flowed on. After all these years, the topic of old classmates, school and their youth remained the bulk of their reminiscence.

As she ate, she lamented ruefully to herself.

After dinner, Xu Qingzhi moved and picked up Shen Fanxing’s phone. Then, she opened the Weibo app and rested her head on Shen Fanxing’s shoulder. She then took a picture.

Then, she added a caption—Forever.

Shen Fanxing rarely used the app and wasn’t bothered by Xu Qingzhi’s actions.

After that, Xu Qingzhi returned to her seat and uploaded the photo that she had just taken with Shen Fanxing along with the caption—Together.

Successfully uploaded.

7:05 p.m.

There was a notification on Shen Fanxing’s phone.

Bo Jinchuan typed, ‘What time are you going home?’

Shen Fanxing glanced at the time and remembered that they were going to shop for lingerie after dinner. She knew there was a shop along this street and she estimated the time before she replied—

‘Around 8:30 p.m.’

He replied instantly, ‘Be careful.’

‘Okay.’

The two of them bought a few sets of lingerie and reached home before nine.

Just as she stepped out of the lift, she saw a familiar figure standing at the door.

“Why are you here?”

Bo Jinchuan glanced at her and replied calmly, “Waiting for you.”

Shen Fanxing paused.

Was it her imagination, or was Bo Jinchuan not himself today?

“What’s wrong?” asked Shen Fanxing.

“I’m hungry.”

Shen Fanxing frowned and asked, “You didn’t eat dinner?”

“Yeah.”

Shen Fanxing frowned and hurried to open the door.

“Go to the living room. I’ll cook for you.”

—

At 9:00 p.m., the dishes were ready.

The two of them ate noodles last night, so she deliberately cooked something else today.

She steamed rice, cooked two simple dishes and a bowl of seaweed egg soup.

Shen Fanxing sat opposite Bo Jinchuan and watched as he ate slowly.

“Bo Jinchuan, are you still angry? Because of those accusations online?”

Bo Jinchuan drank a mouthful of soup and replied calmly,

“I haven’t read anything all day.”

He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control himself and ended up seizing all those people with evil mouths. He had thought of using a needle to sew their lips shut!

Shen Fanxing relaxed a little.

“That’s good.”

“But those people in the photos… Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.”

Shen Fanxing had just heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Bo Jinchuan’s confession.

“You… what did you do?”

“I gave them a beating.”