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

Shen Feiwan looked at him, her eyes sparkling under his gaze, with a captivating smile.

It looks like she's seducing me.

It's as if it's saying, "Hurry up and stop me, or I'll continue!"

As my fingers continued downwards, I noticed his sudden tension.

Shen Feiwan suddenly chuckled softly.

Seeing that she was about to continue, Bo Junxing suddenly grabbed her hand.

His expression was somewhat cold, but his palms were burning hot.

"What exactly do you want?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Shen Feiwan smiled, her eyes as clear and innocent as if they had been washed with water, but her words were quite bold: "Isn't it obvious? It's not like we haven't done it before."

"Oh, almost. But rounding it off, it can barely be considered a job. So, is Mr. Bo satisfied with my answer?"

Bo Junxing still held her slender, fair wrist tightly, and smiled, "If I remember correctly, you pushed me away on our wedding night."

"Why bring that up again? Didn't I apologize to you that very night? Besides..." Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, "you never pushed me away after that."

Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes. "So you need me to push you away? You are my wife in name only, and I don't want my wife to be embarrassed."

What does he mean by that?

Shen Feiwan was silent for two seconds, then caught a glimpse of the driver outside the car window out of the corner of her eye.

Upon further reflection, it seems to be true.

There were always other people around when I deliberately got intimate with him before. If he really pushed me away in that situation, I would not only lose face, but I would also probably become a laughing stock.

"Well..." Shen Feiwan smiled again, "Next time, just find a place where there are no outsiders."

Bo Junxing frowned slightly, about to say something, when the phone suddenly rang.

He released Shen Feiwan and took out his phone.

The two were almost touching, and Shen Feiwan immediately saw the name on the caller ID.

—Ruan Xintong

She smiled and said, "They've come to find you, probably because they feel wronged and want an explanation. Go ahead and answer them, I don't mind."

Shen Feiwan truly didn't mind.

Her hand, which had just been released, covered Bo Junxing's groin again.

The suits worn by the thin and evenly fitted are all custom-made, and the trousers are not belted; the buttons can be easily undone.

As the button popped open, a flash of disbelief crossed Bo Junxing's eyes.

He pressed Shen Feiwan's hand down again and hung up Ruan Xintong's phone at the same time.

Shen Feiwan let out a soft "Ah," and said, "What are you doing? Don't press down, you're scaring me."

Bo Junxing's eyes suddenly darkened, and his eardrums went numb from her soft, delicate voice.

He didn't press it on purpose!

"Shen Feiwan!"

"Huh? Oh, your phone is ringing again. It's your god-sister again. Why don't you answer it? Don't worry about me. I have things to do."

Something to do? Deal with him?

Bo Junxing's face darkened, but unexpectedly, Shen Feiwan had already connected the call for him.

Ruan Xintong's voice immediately rang out, "Brother Junxing, why don't you reply to my messages or answer my calls? Can't we have a proper talk?"

Bo Junxing shook off Shen Feiwan's hand and replied to Ruan Xintong expressionlessly, "Don't do these meaningless little things."

"What did I do?" Ruan Xintong feigned ignorance. "You mean those news articles online? I didn't write them. I just happened to be around you at a certain time, and that's what people thought. Do you know why? It's because we look like a couple, so that's why they think that way."

Shen Feiwan: "…………" Is this even possible?

Bo Junxing also felt that Ruan Xintong was being unreasonable. "I'll say it again, I'm married. What you're doing is demeaning yourself."

"I do! Brother Junxing, I don't understand what's wrong with me? If the fortune teller that Grandpa found predicted that I was your perfect match, would you marry me?" "You are not."

"I mean, if." "There are no ifs."

Bo Junxing's rejection was so quick and decisive that Ruan Xintong was so heartbroken that she stood there stunned for several seconds on the other end of the phone.

After a moment, she asked in a tearful voice, "What's so good about that woman surnamed Shen that you'd rather have her than me! I'm not convinced. Isn't she just a filthy woman dug out of the slums?"

Shen Feiwan: "…………"

If Ruan Xintong were to say that, then this wretched woman would have to find a way to assert her existence.

This time, she zipped up Bo Junxing's pants.

The sound of a 'whoosh' was particularly clear in the confined and quiet carriage.

To let Ruan Xintong on the other end of the phone know that she was there, Shen Feiwan deliberately made a sound.

"Oh dear, aren't these underwear too small? Mr. Bo, before we got married, who bought you your underwear? She probably never had the chance to measure you herself, did she?"

Shen Feiwan's tone was extremely ambiguous, and she didn't know how Ruan Xintong reacted on the other end of the phone.

He was so hot; even his breath on her neck was scalding.

"Hmm, why aren't you saying anything?"

There was no sound of someone speaking.

Shen Feiwan heard two gasps of breath.

One is thin and even, the other is from the other end of the phone.

"It's Shen," Ruan Xintong was the first to be unable to contain herself, but she had only just begun to speak when Bo Junxing cut off the call.

Bo Junxing breathed silently and threw his phone onto the seat.

He turned to the side, spread Shen Feiwan's legs apart with his knees, and pressed her down onto the car seat.

"Shen Feiwan, I won't touch you. Don't do anything rash, and we'll be fine."

Shen Feiwan's wrist was pinned above her head, her chest pressed tightly against his strong chest.

The fit was so tight that it made her heart beat faster.

Her heart pounded; she felt a surge of excitement she hadn't felt in a long time.

She placed her other hand on Bo Junxing's lower back and chuckled, "You think I'm messing around? I'm helping you get rid of this clingy guy."

"If only your god-sister had been here just now, it would have been great, but unfortunately she wasn't. I really wanted her to see for herself that only I can touch my man, and she can't."

“I am your husband, not your possession.”

"Fine~ Only my husband can silence me. But don't worry, I won't force you if you don't want to. Go to work, I won't bother you anymore! Aren't you going to let me get up? My husband."

Bo Junxing released Shen Feiwan, sat up, zipped up his jacket, buttoned his shirt, and didn't look at Shen Feiwan again.

Shen Feiwan opened the car door and got out, then turned back and leaned against the car window, saying, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Bo Junxing felt a little hot. "Don't wait, I won't be back tonight."

"Oh. Well then, bye-bye," Shen Feiwan said, waving to Bo Junxing.

Bo Junxing glanced at her and found her frivolous no matter how he looked at her.