Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

"Is it strange?" Qiu Ying was indeed flustered, her eyes darting around. "More than ten years ago, Second Madam, you should have been a child, right? Did someone say something to you? It must have been an accident. But I really don't know the specifics, it's been so long. Oh right, how about I have my husband ask if he knows any chefs in Suicheng?"

Qiu Ying tried to change the subject.

Shen Feiwan didn't press further, but instead took out her phone and checked the time.

She had arranged for Aunt Zhang to come and find Qiu Ying early in the morning, and she should be here by now.

Sure enough, just as Shen Feiwan put away her phone, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Feiwan didn't react, but Qiu Ying was startled.

Shen Feiwan smiled and said to her, "Someone must be looking for you. Wouldn't it be inconvenient for someone to see me here?"

"Hmm," Qiu Ying responded instinctively, but quickly realized her mistake and changed her words, "That's not what I meant, I meant—"

“It’s alright,” Shen Feiwan interrupted Qiu Ying with 'understanding', “You go outside and take a look first, I’ll leave in a bit.”

As they were talking, the knocking on the door started again.

In the midst of the chaos, Qiu Ying didn't have time to think too much. He nodded, opened the door, and went out.

Aunt Zhang was a very talkative person. Shen Feiwan sent her over to ask Qiu Ying if she knew how to cook the hometown dishes of Suicheng. Given Aunt Zhang's normal skill level, she could at least keep Qiu Ying chatting for three minutes.

Three minutes was enough for Shen Feiwan to get to work.

She walked unhurriedly to the table at the foot of the bed, where Qiu Ying's phone was charging.

She had set her screen-off timer to be quite long. Even after Shen Fei arrived and chatted with her for several minutes, her phone remained on.

This greatly facilitated Shen Feiwan's subsequent operations.

Now she doesn't even need to crack the password; she can simply insert the USB drive she carries into Qiu Ying's phone and install a location tracking and eavesdropping program.

While they were doing all that, Aunt Zhang was still chatting with Qiu Ying outside.

However, Qiu Ying was clearly preoccupied and declined Zhang Sao's invitations several times.

After seeing Zhang Sao off, she hurriedly returned to her room.

Shen Feiwan asked knowingly, "Why does it sound like Aunt Zhang's voice to me? Is it her?"

"Yes, Aunt Zhang came to ask me if I knew how to cook Suicheng cuisine."

Shen Feiwan smiled and said, "Aunt Zhang is so thoughtful. She knew I'd been craving this for the past few days, so she came over to ask you about it."

"Yes," Qiu Ying said with a forced smile, "It's just a pity that I didn't do it properly, and I've disappointed you, Madam."

"Don't say that. I'm sorry to have bothered you today. You should get some rest. Oh, by the way..."

As she was about to leave, Shen Feiwan turned back and said one more thing, "If you remember any details about the woman who fell from the building that I just asked you about, please remember to tell me."

"Oh, okay! I'll take you there."

"no need."

As soon as she left Qiu Ying's residence, Shen Feiwan began monitoring her mobile phone.

However, to Shen Feiwan's disappointment, Qiu Ying did not contact anyone.

So much so that when Bo Junxing returned to his room after attending a dinner party, Shen Feiwan was still looking at her phone.

It wasn't until Bo Junxing finished showering and got into bed that Shen Feiwan put away her phone and gave him a proper look.

"Have you been drinking?" Shen Feiwan asked.

"Hmm," Bo Junxing looked at Shen Feiwan, his eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze, "I heard that you've been craving hometown food since you got pregnant?"

"!" Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "You knew that too?"

"That's what Aunt Zhang told me."

"Okay, then that's not surprising."

"Isn't it strange?" Bo Junxing stared into Shen Feiwan's eyes and said, "You're not really pregnant, so why are you having the symptoms of a pregnant woman?"

Shen Feiwan: "…………"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did the cat bite your tongue?"

Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes at Bo Junxing, "I got bitten by a dog, but I got bitten by a cat."

"Is that so?" Bo Junxing's gaze swept down from Shen Feiwan's bright eyes, finally settling on her moist lips, and he suddenly lowered his head and gently bit them.

He held Shen Feiwan's head with one hand and her slender waist with the other, sucking and licking her repeatedly.

Shen Feiwan felt a little pain from his actions and pushed him away.

He complained, "My tongue's really been eaten by a dog. Did you drink too much tonight?"

"Of course not. I'm not a good drinker, I don't behave like that when I'm drunk."

"Oh? What are you like when you're drunk?"

"I heard that they will always sleep with something on their back and won't let go no matter who tries to pull them away."

"...Are you kidding me?"

"It seems you don't believe me. Why don't we try it another day?"

Seeing that Bo Junxing didn't seem to be joking, Shen Feiwan politely declined, saying, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Bo Junxing frowned. "But you still haven't answered my question. Why do you insist on having the nanny who takes care of Bo Fang cook your hometown dishes?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, curled the corner of her lips, and suddenly reached out to untie the ties of Bo Junxing's pajamas, her fingertips igniting a fire on his pectoral muscles.

Do you really want to know?

"Yeah, can't you?"

"Sure, of course. But you have to make me happy before I tell you. Otherwise, why should I?"

Bo Junxing stared intently at Shen Feiwan without looking away, but grabbed her wrist with his large hand and pulled her down. "So what do we do? Submit to you?"

Shen Feiwan couldn't help but chuckle, "Mr. Bo, you're different from when I first met you. Now you've really got a way with words."

"It can do more than just talk."

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. "Mr. Bo, why don't you explain things more clearly? What else do you mean by 'something else'?"

Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes, not to be outdone, "Why don't you try it and see, Mrs. Bo? Didn't you say you like to try different things?"

With that, Bo Junxing released his grip on Shen Feiwan's hand.

He pulled back the covers and opened Shen Feiwan's knees.

……

The process was indeed quite unique.

It has to be said that Bo Junxing was not only good at being affectionate, but also very good at... that.

Although no protection was used tonight, both of them felt comfortable.

Afterwards, Shen Feiwan was too lazy to move, so she told Bo Junxing to take a shower first.

As soon as Bo Junxing left, she picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked Qiu Ying's status.

In the past hour, Qiu Ying spoke with her husband once, but there was nothing unusual in the conversation.

Qiu Ying's husband is a long-haul truck driver; they only talked about the man's recent itinerary, and that was it.

During this period, Qiu Ying did not send any messages or tip off anyone.

This puzzled Shen Feiwan.

However, she told herself not to rush things and to observe for a few more days, and Qiu Ying would definitely slip up.

After Bo Junxing finished washing up, she also took a shower, and fell asleep shortly after getting into bed.

The first thing she did the next morning was to check Qiu Ying's phone, and everything was still normal.

But things went wrong in the afternoon. The location showed that Qiu Ying's phone was moving at high speed, and it seemed to be leaving Nancheng. Later, her phone was turned off and could no longer be tracked.

Qiu Ying actually ran away!