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

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Bo Junxing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the streets outside, which were bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

The GPS electronic ankle bracelet on his ankle felt slightly warm, a reminder of the limitations on his movement. His legal team was working hard to advance the case, but progress on the transnational lawsuit was slow, and he was already prepared to be stuck here for a long time.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Bo Junxing frowned. According to the rules, any visitor must register in advance, otherwise the security personnel at the door will not let them in. Why would the doorbell ring suddenly?

He walked to the door and peeked through the peephole—a deliveryman wearing a baseball cap was standing outside, carrying a paper bag. The brim of his cap was pulled low, obscuring his face.

"Who?" Bo Junxing asked in a deep voice.

"Takeout." A muffled voice came from outside the door, seemingly deliberately lowering its voice.

Bo Junxing hesitated for a moment, but still opened the door.

The door had just been opened a crack when the deliveryman suddenly reached out and braced himself against the door, looking up sharply.

Beneath the baseball cap was the face that Bo Junxing longed for day and night.

Shen Feiwan!

A slight smile played on her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sir, your takeout has arrived."

Bo Junxing's pupils constricted sharply, and his breathing almost stopped.

The next second, he pulled her into his arms with such force that it felt like he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"How did you..." His voice was hoarse, his arms tightening around her as if afraid she would disappear at any moment, "How did you get here?"

Shen Feiwan was so tightly embraced by him that she could barely breathe, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What, aren't you welcome?"

"Nonsense!" Bo Junxing loosened his grip slightly, cupped her face, and examined her carefully to make sure she was really standing in front of him before pulling her back into his arms tightly. "Don't you know where we are? What if we get—"

“I know,” Shen Feiwan interrupted him, looking up at his taut jawline, and said softly, “but I can’t wait.”

Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed, all the words stuck in his throat.

Shen Feiwan raised her hand to touch his face, her fingertips gently tracing his features. "I applied for visitation, but the process was too slow, so I..."

She paused, a sly glint in her eyes, "After getting off the plane, I randomly bribed a food delivery guy on the street and bought his clothes."

Bo Junxing closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the surging emotions in his eyes almost overwhelmed her.

"Shen Feiwan," he called her name softly, his voice hoarse, "Do you know what I want to do most right now?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

He lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

This kiss carried long-suppressed longing, passionate and lingering.

Shen Feiwan was pinned against the door by him. Between breaths, she felt his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he was afraid that all of this was an illusion.

After a long while, Bo Junxing stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, and asked breathlessly, "Why are you here?"

Shen Feiwan chuckled, "I missed you, huh?"

Bo Junxing's eyes darkened, and he traced her lips with his fingertips. "You're really bold."

"Is she still Shen Feiwan if she's not big?" She tilted her head, her eyes filled with provocation.

Bo Junxing chuckled softly, then suddenly bent down, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the living room.

Shen Feiwan laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Check the 'takeout'." He placed her on the sofa, knelt on one knee in front of her, and gently kneaded her hands. "Aren't you tired from sitting on a plane for over ten hours?"

Shen Feiwan shook her head, her gaze falling on the electronic ankle cuff on his ankle, her smile fading slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Bo Junxing glanced in the direction of her gaze, then smiled indifferently, "I've gotten used to it these past few days."

Shen Feiwan pursed her lips, then suddenly reached out and cupped his face, pulling him closer. "I'll get used to it with you."

Bo Junxing stared at her intently, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Do you know what this means? This isn't Nancheng. You might be restricted from moving around, monitored, and even..."

“I know.” Shen Feiwan interrupted him, her fingertip touching his lips. “But I also know that I don’t want to stay in a place without you for even a minute. During the time you’ve been out of contact, I feel like I care about you even more than before.”

Bo Junxing's breath hitched, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly.

With his large hand gripping the back of Shen Feiwan's neck, Bo Junxing kissed her again.

Outside the window, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, while the temperature inside the room gradually rose.