Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Shen Fanxing’s expression had betrayed how hurt she was. And that appeased Shen Qianrou’s anger as she smirked.

But when she looked up at Su Heng once again, she faked the same sorrowful expression.

“Brother Heng, Sister…”

Her words got choked, conveying how helpless and sad she was.

No words were needed.

Su Heng felt as if his heart was being squeezed. He lowered his gaze to Shen Qianrou’s teary face and wiped her tears away.

“Let’s give her more time. I’ll think of ways to make it up to her…”

Shen Qianrou bit her lips and nodded.

After being silent for a while, she said,

“I wonder how Sister came here today. Brother Heng, let’s send her home…”

Su Heng glanced at her before he nodded with a gentle smile.

They turned around and attempted to chase after Shen Fanxing. From a distance, they spotted a chauffeur in a well-ironed suit opening the car door for her before carefully ushering her into the car.

Shen Qianrou and Su Heng halted in their tracks and stared at the sight with doubt.

When Su Heng reached, he had glimpsed the Bentley.

Initially, he thought that it was the Shen family’s car. Apparently it was not.

“Brother Heng, Sister has really… saved up a lot these few years…”

Yesterday, she smashed an eight million yuan car yesterday. Today, she was seen in a Bentley Continental which cost around seven million yuan.

Coupled with the online war, Shen Fanxing had spent more than 20 million yuan within two days.

How could the Su corporation pay her such a high salary?

Even with her public relations company, how is it possible for her to have that much money?

Or was it that mysterious man?

Su Heng frowned, deep in thought.

Where did Fanxing get the money from?

Shen Qianrou bit her lips indignantly as she watched the Bentley leave their sight.

After a while, she felt more at ease.

Forget it. That mysterious man must be just another wealthy man.

Ping Cheng City lacked everything but wealthy people!

She was delighted that Shen Fanxing had given up on herself.

…

In the car, the chauffeur glanced at the woman sitting behind through the rearview mirror.

Her head was turned slightly to the side as she gazed blankly out of the car window. She was overly quiet and expressionless.

Despite that, he could feel the coldness and sadness emanating from her.

After hesitating, he asked,

“Ms Shen, shall we return to Grand View Manor or do you want to go somewhere else to… relax?”

Relax?

Shen Fanxing blinked and went silent for a while before saying softly,

“Let’s make a trip to the supermarket first and then to the Children’s Welfare Institute.”

She seemed a little dazed. That was where her mother grew up.

“Okay.”

…

It was afternoon at the Bo Consortium.

Young Master Yin Ruijue had failed to contact Bo Jinchuan. So he went directly to the company.

“Brother Bo, I know it’s not easy for you, but you have to know the balance between work and rest. Tonight, let’s have a gathering at Green Jade Entertainment Club!”

Bo Jinchuan didn’t even look up.

Yin Ruijue sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His good-looking face coupled with a hedonistic aura made him irresistible to countless women.

“You’ve been back for so many days. I’ve planned gatherings for you time and time again. But you have turned me down repeatedly. Now that I’m personally here, you’re not going to reject me, are you? You have to give yourself some time to breathe, right?”

Give himself time to breathe?

Recalling Shen Fanxing’s hasty departure last night, he felt that he should give her some time to adapt indeed.

She wouldn’t want to see him immediately.

“Alright, let’s meet tonight.”