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

Shen Feiwan glanced at Bo Junxing and said, "How old are you? Stop with this nonsense."

Bo Junxing stared intently at her, remaining silent.

Shen Feiwan frowned. "What, have you become mute?"

Bo Junxing suddenly chuckled, his eyes shining brightly. "You've changed."

He stepped forward. "I noticed that when you said that just now, you didn't seem to dislike me."

"Really?" Shen Feiwan asked instinctively, then froze herself.

Yes, if she had said so firmly before that she didn't love him, her eyes would have been filled with disgust. But just now... she really didn't feel that disgust.

This realization made her hastily avoid Bo Junxing's gaze, but then she felt it was too deliberate, so she had no choice but to meet his eyes again.

“Speak,” she said with a deliberate sneer, “what are you doing here?”

The smile in Bo Junxing's eyes faded, and he followed her gaze closely. "I said I wanted our child, and you refused, but now you want this child to recognize someone with the surname Lin as his father?"

Shen Feiwan frowned slightly. "You know that too."

Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse. "That man was so high-profile at the meeting, who doesn't know him?" He leaned closer. "This child is mine, and I won't allow him to recognize another man as his father."

Shen Feiwan gently brushed aside the stray hairs damp with rain from her forehead, and suddenly felt a headache coming on. She was so tired.

Her gaze fell on the chair that was wet from the rain, then she looked at Bo Junxing and gestured to him, "Make me a seat."

"tired?"

"Ah."

“Okay.” Bo Junxing immediately squatted down and carefully wiped the chair surface with his dry sleeve. Water stains spread on the cuffs of his expensive shirt, but he didn’t care at all.

After wiping her clean, he picked Shen Feiwan up and gently placed her on the chair.

"Is this okay? Is it comfortable? Or should we go somewhere else?"

Shen Feiwan looked up at the dark rain curtain in front of her, "Where should we go?"

Her voice was light and airy, "Don't forget my husband is here, he's still looking for me."

The rain grew heavier, making Bo Junxing's features appear particularly sharp in the dim light. He suddenly reached out and tidied her stray hair. "Then let him look."

His fingertips lingered behind her ear. "Anyway, you don't want to see him, do you?"

Shen Feiwan chuckled lightly, but a cold glint appeared in her eyes. "You know again? How much do you know? What do you know?" Her voice gradually rose, filled with suppressed anger.

Bo Junxing slowly knelt on one knee in front of her, looking up at her. "Are you upset?" he asked in a low voice. "I know you chose to marry him for your parents and family."

Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Bo Junxing took her hand and gently pressed it against his cheek. "Tell me about it, maybe we can think of a solution together."

Shen Feiwan gazed silently at the rain for a long time before finally turning her gaze back to his face. When their eyes met, she asked softly, "Do you know this is the North City, not the South City?"

"I know."

“This is not your territory,” she said, her fingertips tracing lightly across his face. “You can’t do anything except have money.”

"What if it were an endless supply of money?"

Shen Feiwan smiled helplessly, "It's no use, this is something that money can't solve anymore." As she spoke, she slowly withdrew her hand.

Bo Junxing wanted to hold her hand again when he suddenly heard rapid breathing behind him. They both turned around at the same time and saw Song Yanzhou standing not far away, her chest heaving violently.

Song Yanzhou, panting, said sarcastically, "What, did I disturb you two?"

He loosened his tie, his eyes darting back and forth between the two men. "Should I not be here?"