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

Lin Xiaoyan lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Shen Feiwan's cheek, his voice sticky, "Our Wanwan is such a cruel little thing."

Shen Feiwan felt like vomiting; her stomach churned.

"Little guy"? How could a ten-year-old say something like that?

Shen Feiwan was in a good mood tonight, but now she's in a bad mood at all.

Just then, Chen Youen, who was looking around for Shen Feiwan, turned around and witnessed this scene.

Upon seeing Lin Xiaoyan, she stared wide-eyed in surprise, clearly not expecting him to have found her way here so precisely.

Shen Feiwan waved her hand expressionlessly at Chen Youen, signaling her to stop looking.

Chen Youen immediately turned her face away. She didn't want to look any longer because the scene was too gruesome to bear. Shen Feiwan's face was filled with a sense of death. She had never seen such an expression on her best friend's face before.

Shen Feiwan was indeed as still as a dead sea at this moment.

Her phone vibrated again in her pocket. She guessed it was a message from Bo Junxing, which reminded her of what he had said on the phone earlier.

He actually changed his mind and wants a child? Why? With his qualifications, wouldn't he have trouble finding someone to have a child with? Or is he simply too lazy to get married again?

With her mind a jumble of thoughts, Shen Feiwan told herself she shouldn't think about these things, and she shouldn't think about anything related to Bo Junxing.

But when Lin Xiaoyan's breath brushed past her ear again, the thought of Lin Xiaoyan holding her and calling her "little one" made her feel that she might as well let her mind wander.

So much so that when the New Year's countdown ended and Lin Xiaoyan called her name, she didn't hear him at all.

It wasn't until Lin Xiaoyan pinched her cheek that she came to her senses. "You're hurting me."

Lin Xiaoyan clearly didn't take the little force he used seriously, instead grinding his thumb harder against the reddened finger mark on her cheek. "You still know pain? I called you several times and you didn't hear me."

Shen Feiwan turned her head away from his touch, "I'm looking at drones."

"So you're just going to ignore me completely?" Lin Xiaoyan reached out and hooked her chin with his fingertips.

Shen Feiwan simply took a half step back. "I came here to see the light show, what else is there to see? A sea of ​​people?"

"Quick-witted and sharp-tongued," Lin Xiaoyan chuckled, his eyes narrowed.

Shen Feiwan felt there was really nothing to say to Lin Xiaoyan, "Forget it, I'm not watching anymore."

She glanced at the lights fading into the distance. "It's past midnight. I'm going to call my friend and head back."

Lin Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed her hand, "We're already out, won't you stay with me a little longer?"

"It's getting late, I'm sleepy." Shen Feiwan pulled her hand away. "Aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy, but seeing my wife makes me even less sleepy."

"…………" Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes inwardly and didn't ask any more questions.

She pushed her way through the crowd and patted Shen Xingyan and Chen Youen on the shoulders. "Let's go back."

Lin Xiaoyan squeezed next to Shen Feiwan, saying, "You can ride back in my car later, don't go with them."

Shen Feiwan didn't answer, pretending not to hear. Taking advantage of a surge of people, she subtly slipped into the gap. The crowd instantly separated her from Lin Xiaoyan, and she immediately grabbed Chen Youen and Shen Xingyan and quickly left.

She didn't call Lin Xiaoyan until she reached the parking lot.

The moment the call connected, the background noise was as loud as a boiling pot; he was indeed still trapped in the crowd.

"I'm at the parking lot. Where are you?" Shen Feiwan went straight to the point. "I'm already at the parking lot. The cars behind us need to leave too. We need to hurry and move our cars. I won't ride in your car."

Lin Xiaoyan's voice mingled with the bustling crowd, "Then I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll go wish Grandpa and Grandma a Happy New Year together."

"Okay. It's too noisy over there."

"Okay, there are too many people, I'll hang up now."

-

As soon as she got in the car, Shen Feiwan unlocked her phone and quickly started checking.

Chen Youen asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Let me see if Lin Xiaoyan has implanted any location tracking software on my phone," Shen Feiwan said, her fingers flying across the screen. "Otherwise, how could he have found me so accurately?"

Chen Youen also found it strange. "Yeah, it's really odd. It's so crowded here tonight. When I turned around and saw him standing behind you, my hair stood on end. Luckily, we didn't say anything bad about him. Check your phone carefully, oh right, and your bag too. He might have put something in your bag."

Shen Feiwan's eyes didn't leave her phone screen. "Then help me check my bag."

“Okay.” Chen Youen deftly began rummaging through the bag, quickly checking every item inside. Soon, she had turned Shen Feiwan’s bag upside down.

“No problem,” Chen Youen looked up at Shen Feiwan, “Where’s the phone? How did it go? Did you find anything?”

"Checked, no abnormalities found." Shen Feiwan locked the screen.

Shen Xingyan, sitting in the front row, glanced at the car through the rearview mirror. "Perhaps it really is just a coincidence?"

“I’m only just realizing this now,” Shen Feiwan said, tapping the edge of her phone with her fingertips, “that his desire for control is terrifying.”

Shen Xingyan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Won't it be very difficult for you to get away from this later?"

Shen Feiwan frowned, a little worried, but she quickly came to terms with it. "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. We'll talk about the future later."

After she finished speaking, she prepared to check the information, but when she caught a glimpse of Chen Youen staring at her phone screen out of the corner of her eye, she immediately put her phone away.

Chen Youen paused for a moment, opened her mouth, looked away, but ultimately said nothing.

It wasn't until she got home and lay alone on the bed with the lights off that Shen Feiwan turned on her phone in the dark.

Bo Junxing sent two messages in total, with a two-minute interval between them:

Let's meet and talk.

You decide the time.

Looking at these two sentences, Shen Feiwan couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Is he so certain that I will meet him?"

She glanced at the time; it was already 1:16 a.m., but she still dialed Bo Junxing's phone number.

After the call was connected, a slight static sound came from the receiver, and neither of them spoke first.

Even in the quiet room, Shen Feiwan could hear the faint sound of the air conditioner, while Bo Junxing could only hear his deliberately soft breathing.

He was the one who broke the silence first, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "You're home."

"Hmm." Shen Feiwan leaned against the headboard. "I just saw the text message."

"Can we meet and talk?" Bo Junxing asked directly.

Shen Feiwan's answer was also very direct: "There's no point in discussing the child's matter."

She squatted down for a moment, then said jokingly, "What, suddenly lost your sexual ability and become infertile?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone, and Bo Junxing's voice turned serious, "Are you cursing me?"

Shen Feiwan chuckled, "Then it seems you haven't lost your sexual function yet."

Bo Junxing countered, "So if it's lost, then there's something to talk about?"

Shen Feiwan shook her head. "There's nothing to discuss. Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

A silence lingered for three seconds amidst the static. When Bo Junxing spoke again, his voice was as deep as if it were wrapped in sandpaper, "I've already taken the initiative to contact you, can't you reconsider?"

"I won't consider it." Shen Feiwan replied resolutely.

“Heh,” Bo Junxing suddenly laughed, a short and cold laugh, “You’re still the same as before, a heartless woman.”

"There's nothing wrong with that; it saves a lot of trouble." Besides, we're not talking about anything else, but a child, which makes things even more complicated.

Bo Junxing chuckled lightly, then abruptly changed the subject, "Who are you going to marry this time? Are you helping some other friend get revenge?"

"You think too much."

"So, that means you've found true love?" Bo Junxing pressed.

True love? Shen Feiwan gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of her mouth, but remained silent.

She remained silent for so long that just as Bo Junxing was about to speak, he heard her softly say, "Hang up. We'll let you know when the surgery will be."

Bo Junxing's throat was a little dry, and he subconsciously swallowed. "Then we'd better hurry, since you're getting married on the eighth day of the month."

He suddenly chuckled, "After a miscarriage, you still have to undergo postpartum confinement. Can your body handle it?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll let you know as soon as the surgery time is set." Shen Feiwan hung up the phone before Bo Junxing could respond.

The phone rang again as soon as she hung up. Shen Feiwan frowned and answered, "What else do you have to say? I've already made it very clear that I've refused what I needed to refuse."

"Weren't you inviting me to the wedding on the eighth day of the lunar new year?" Bo Junxing's voice was deliberately relaxed. "Where's the invitation? Even if you don't send a paper copy, you should at least send an electronic invitation."

"You don't need to come. I was drunk that day and said the wrong thing. I wouldn't normally say these things to you."

"Oh?" Bo Junxing's voice rose at the end. "Don't you never drink? What, are you so happy about getting married?" His voice suddenly lowered. "Is it the same as our wedding? Did you pounce on the groom?"

"Don't be so dismissive of Junxing. It makes me feel like you're still jealous."

"Jealous for you?" Bo Junxing sneered. "I won't be jealous of you. I was just invited to attend, so I should at least show my sincerity."

"No need." Shen Feiwan suddenly became a little irritated. "Are you suddenly acting crazy or what? Do I need to say something harsh to calm you down?"

"No need," Bo Junxing coldly interrupted Shen Feiwan.

This time, he hung up the phone on his own initiative.

He threw his phone heavily onto the bed, pressing his knuckles against his temples.

They're really quite poisoned.

I should have ended it the first time I hung up, but somehow I dialed back.

He abruptly pulled the blanket up, forcing himself to close his eyes.

Shen Feiwan curled up in bed, gently pounding her chest with her fist.

There was a strange, aching sensation there, a dull, painful feeling, as if something invisible was pressing down on it.

I never had this physical reaction when I said more hurtful things to Bo Junxing before, but this time, even though I didn't say anything, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

She turned over, thinking that maybe she was feeling unwell because she had stayed up too late, or maybe she had been under too much stress lately. Maybe she would feel better when she woke up tomorrow morning.

But she really couldn't sleep. All that talk about staying up late and psychological stress was just an excuse. She just couldn't bear to hurt Bo Junxing.

She never thought these words were hurtful before, but now she does.

This is really bad.

A terrible feeling.

Bad timing.

Everything was terrible.