Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

It's clearly a question, yet it leaves no room for refusal.

Having already troubled the other party so much, Bo Yuwu couldn't suddenly become hesitant about such a matter, so she could only nod.

That's why I can't bring myself to ask the questions I want to ask.

He wasn't tactless; having accepted the favor, he shouldn't harbor malicious suspicions about the other person's motives.

Bo Yuwu could treat Bo Fangtang and the rest of the Bo family with indifference without any burden, but Ji Qiuzhe's considerate and appropriate manner left him powerless to resist.

The entrance of the villa.

Ever since Lu Yu delivered the clothes that his boss had specifically asked him to order the night before, he had developed a strong curiosity about the owner of the clothes.

As the boss's most trusted secretary, Lu Yu believed she knew her boss's every move best.

He knew exactly how many times his boss had gone on dates with his sweetheart, Bo Fangtang, and had sent her clothes and other things countless times. He even knew her size better than he did his own wife's.

Bo Fangtang is a little over 1.7 meters tall and usually wears a size S, but today's outfit requires a size M.

With his keen intuition, which he aspired to be able to read his boss's mind, he felt that his boss was probably finally about to change his goals.

He was pleased to see this.

Lu Yu didn't like Bo Fangtang. He felt that although the little boy looked innocent and cute, there was always an inexplicable fakeness about him, as if he was living behind a mask and was not as lively and innocent as he appeared.

Colleagues who have met Bo Fangtang in person share this sentiment.

But their calm, wise, and brilliant boss didn't think so at all; instead, he was completely captivated and lost all sense of direction.

Therefore, several long-serving employees in the company secretly created a venting group, which grew larger and larger over time...

*Boss, when are you going to open your eyes? (Current members: 99)

[Humble working class]: What a hell, everyone!!!

[Humble working person]: Something big has happened. (jpg)

[Humble working class]: New love meets old love, no prize for guessing game, who will the cold and domineering general choose?

[Humble working class]: New love, key 1; old love, key 2.

[TuTu is not a rabbit]: 111

[I'll leave work on time today too]: 222

[Let's form a group to steal the boss's bitter tea seeds]: 1, definitely 1, I've long been fed up with that ****

……

The group chat exploded with activity.

Lu Yu stared at the red dot that had broken through 99+ in just half a minute and fell silent.

Sure enough, when Ji Qiuzhe came out, a thin figure, slightly shorter than him, followed behind him.

My boss is 1.89 meters tall, and that person's height is estimated to be a little over 1.8 meters.

As the figure slowly approached, the young man's handsome face gradually became clear. He had delicate features, fair skin, and was beautiful without being effeminate. In particular, his striking and beautiful eyes were irresistibly attractive.

She looked a little unwell, but that only added to her cool and stubborn air.

No wonder her boss likes it; who wouldn't love it? Secretary Lu thought to herself, her grin widening.

"Boss, who is this?"

Lu Yu's curiosity was so obvious that it was hard for Ji Qiuzhe not to notice.

He gave her a warning look.

"My friend, Light Rain and Mist."

"Ow!"

Lu Yu composed himself, but didn't stop thinking to himself: Is that the kind of friend my boyfriend is?

Don't think he didn't see it. When his boss was introducing someone, his usually cold eyes softened to an unbelievable degree. What else could this be but liking someone?

"Hello, my name is Lu Yu, I'm President Ji's secretary. Mr. Bo, please feel free to contact me if you need anything in the future."

After Lu Yu finished speaking, he couldn't help but give himself a big thumbs up in his heart.

That's why I said I could earn a million a year!

With our discerning eye, if he doesn't get rich, who will?

"Hello." Bo Yuwu was a little unaccustomed to Lu Yu's enthusiasm.

Moreover, the way this person looked at me was strange, and the things he said were also strange. Why did I say I needed to talk to him when we had no connection whatsoever?

Is it just because he's naturally outgoing?

It seems that Ji Qiuzhe was the same way, inexplicably letting him stay overnight at their home. Perhaps this kind of enthusiasm is part of their corporate culture.

As Bo Yuwu thought this, she didn't feel much lighter.

Ji Qiuzhe mentally rubbed his forehead.

This was the first time he had ever felt attracted to someone, and he genuinely wanted to win her over, but Lu Yu had clearly thought much further ahead.

However, as the boss, Ji Qiuzhe didn't need to explain his personal matters to his employees, so he calmly got into the car.

"Let's go to Kyoto University first."

The driver responded, but before he could start the car, there was a knock on the back window, and Bo Fangtang's fair face appeared by the window, "Brother Ji."

Ji Qiuzhe patiently rolled down the car window, and a plastic bag was stuffed into his arms.

"I brought you breakfast."

Bo Fangtang waited until midnight after returning home last night, but Ji Qiuzhe didn't send him a message to comfort him, which made him feel extremely disappointed.

Ji Qiuzhe seems to have changed. He has never been so cold to him before. In the past, no matter how much he threw a tantrum or acted willfully, the other party would always coax him gently.

This is the first time.

Bo Fangtang rarely starts to reflect. Perhaps he has been getting too close to Gu Chengchao lately and has neglected Ji Qiuzhe. Otherwise, his unintentional avoidance of the other party's touch would not have made him so angry.

After thinking it over, he decided to swallow his pride and try to appease her.

Knowing that Ji Qiuzhe was a workaholic who always forgot to eat breakfast, Bo Fangtang specially packed breakfast made by her aunt and waited by the roadside, hoping to hitch a ride to school.

No one knows better than Bo Fangtang how much Ji Qiuzhe loves him.

It was precisely because he knew so much about Ji Qiuzhe's favoritism towards him that he was always so fearless. Sometimes, when he was too willful and didn't want to talk to people, all he had to do was wait a while, and Ji Qiuzhe would take the initiative to make peace and then lower his stance to coax him.

This time, he was the one to back down first, and Ji Qiuzhe must be overjoyed.

However, to Bo Fangtang's utter surprise, Ji Qiuzhe lightly picked up the plastic bag with his slender fingers and then handed it out the window.

"I'm sorry, I've already had breakfast."

Bo Fangtang couldn't help but ask in surprise, "How could that be? Don't you dislike eating breakfast?"

As he was speaking, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he saw a face in the next seat that he never expected to be in Ji Qiuzhe's car.

"Light rain and mist?! What are you doing here???"

Thin Sugar Cubes' beautiful face contorted slightly in surprise.

Last night he deliberately removed the battery from the electronic lock, just to embarrass Bo Yuwu.

Who told him to always secretly spy on his dates with Ji Qiuzhe, and to always show a mocking expression when he boasted about how good his parents and brother were to him, as if he, Bo Fangtang, was nothing more than a clown in the other's eyes.

Bo Fangtang loathed Bo Yuwu's aloof attitude. From childhood to adulthood, whenever Bo Fangtang had a public conflict with Bo Yuwu, she would inevitably be grabbed by the back of her collar and beaten.

Even though one of them was the darling of the whole family, while the other was just a disliked figure in the Bo family, Bo Yuwu did not show any restraint.

What's infuriating is that he happens to be the biological son, while he is just an adopted son. The more favored he is by the whole family, the more uneasy Bo Fangtang becomes, fearing that one day his family will suddenly realize their mistake and want to make amends to Bo Yuwu, thus abandoning him.

This unease fueled Bo Fangtang's deep-seated determination to drive away the thin rain and mist.