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

The assistant nodded. "Yes, Madam is right. Mr. Bo already knows about this."

Shen Feiwan hummed in agreement and asked, "So what did he say?"

"Mr. Bo said he asked me to give you the room key, and he will be back soon."

"You're back, right? That's OK then." Shen Feiwan curled the corners of her lips. "Lead the way."

The assistant quickly led Shen Feiwan to Bo Junxing's room.

This is a luxury suite.

Shen Feiwan glanced around casually but found no trace of anyone else having lived there.

It seems that Bo Junxing did not bring any other women here.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Bo Junxing still hadn't returned.

Shen Feiwan found the sofa uncomfortable, so she went to lie on the bed for a while.

Lying down, she felt her bra was too tight, so she simply unhooked it and threw it aside.

She had just finished doing that action when she heard a 'click' sound from the doorway.

It was obvious that someone opened the door from the outside.

The sound of footsteps stopping must belong to Bo Junxing.

Shen Feiwan then slowly sat up from the bed.

Sure enough, Bo Junxing entered shortly afterward.

He was only wearing a shirt at the moment.

He had already taken off his suit jacket and placed it on the sofa in the living room.

He was still wearing a black shirt today, and his tie was tied very tightly; it was dark green.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, she appears exceptionally ascetic and noble.

Coincidentally, Shen Feiwan's silk shirt was also dark green today.

Most people might think this color would make a young woman look older, but on Shen Feiwan, and given her face, it actually enhances her appearance.

It is both noble and elegant.

But the moment she opened her mouth, most of her elegance vanished: "Our CEO Bo is back from his wild nights out? Did you enjoy cuddling women?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Junxing loosened his grip on his tie. "It's not what you think."

"Oh?" Shen Feiwan knelt on the bed with one leg and stepped onto the carpet beside the bed with the other. She slowly walked towards Bo Jun step by step. "Whether it's what I think or not, we'll have to check to know. It's not up to you to decide."

Bo Junxing's face already showed signs of fatigue. Seeing Shen Feiwan like this, he quickly tugged at his tie twice, pulled it off, and threw it aside.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest."

"How could that be?" Shen Fei stepped forward and placed her palm on Bo Junxing's chest, gently pressing him against the wall. "The wonderful night has just begun; it would be a waste to let him rest."

She wasn't wearing shoes and was a head shorter than Bo Junxing. When she spoke, she tilted her chin slightly, and the tip of her nose almost brushed against Bo Junxing's chin.

"If you refuse to let me examine you, then there's something fishy going on. You... don't actually have some kind of secret you're hiding, do you?"

Bo Junxing looked down at Shen Feiwan, and what came into view were her moist eyes, her beautiful face, and the snow-white skin under the three buttons of her shirt.

And she kept pressing herself closer to his chest.

She seemed boneless; her whole body was limp.

Her hands were busy too.

Pull out his black shirt, slip it under the hem, and slide it up his spine.

The feeling of being scratched by a fingernail is like ants crawling, yet it directly targets the nerves in Bo Junxing's brain.

He felt as if he had been electrocuted.

As the space between their bodies continued to shrink, he discovered something else.

"You're not wearing a bra?"

Shen Feiwan hooked her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe slightly, rested her chin on his shoulder, and gently bit his ear. "You're not wearing any either, are you? Just because you men don't wear anything doesn't mean women have to. Besides... I'm in my husband's room, is there a problem?"