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

It was a little after 7 a.m. the next morning.

Shen Feiwan had finished washing up and was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup.

While leisurely applying loose powder to her face, she turned on speakerphone and made a call to Bo Junxing.

Thin and evenly connected in seconds.

Just as Shen Feiwan was still somewhat surprised by his speed and hadn't had time to speak,

His voice came through the phone first.

"Open the door."

Shen Feiwan was slightly taken aback by the two simple words.

"You...you're already back outside the door?"

"...Open the door."

No sooner had Bo Junxing finished speaking than the door clicked open from the inside.

Upon seeing Shen Feiwan, who was dressed neatly and had exquisite makeup, Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Did you lock the door from the inside?"

Seeing the handsome man as soon as she opened the door, Shen Feiwan was in a good mood.

She raised the corners of her mouth at Bo Junxing, her smile sweet and beautiful.

"I'm in a completely unfamiliar place, and my husband won't be home on our wedding night, so I have to be extra careful."

"Heh." Bo Junxing chuckled. "Is that so? With your husband away, you, as his wife, should be quite well-behaved, right?"

Shen Feiwan sensed the hidden meaning in Bo Junxing's words and stepped aside to let him in.

"What do you mean by that?"

Bo Junxing closed the door and strode straight into the dressing room.

As he picked out a suit jacket from the wardrobe, he asked Shen Feiwan.

"What did you do after you came back from my place last night?"

"After you got back from your place last night?"

Shen Feiwan leaned against the wall watching Bo Junxing change clothes, her mind wandering.

Humans are visual creatures, and she is no exception.

I never spent time with Bo Junxing in my past life, so I didn't know that even buttoning his shirt could exude such sexual tension.

The muscles beneath his sleeves bulged with each movement, their shape both beautiful and powerful.

"Don't repeat what I said. You need to answer my questions." Bo Junxing noticed Shen Feiwan's gaze and paused in his buttoning.

Shen Feiwan didn't answer but asked a question in return, and started pulling at him.

Why do you ask that? Do you want to know more about me?

Bo Junxing frowned. "Answer me."

"Okay, I feel like you're going to get angry if I don't talk to you properly. I didn't do anything when I came back from your place last night, just took a walk in the garden and then went to my room to sleep until dawn."

Bo Junxing: "…………"

This woman also knew that she wasn't speaking properly.

His brow furrowed even more. "And then, did anything happen in the garden?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Did your nephew complain to you?"

"Tell him a story?" Bo Junxing turned around and narrowed his eyes. "Why would he tell me a story?"

Shen Feiwan raised her eyebrows even higher. "You don't know? Then what exactly do you want to ask? You and I are already husband and wife, so stop playing coy with me."

"It's enough to know that you are my wife in name only."

Bo Junxing had already changed his clothes. He quickly returned to his room and took out his cell phone from the pocket of his old suit.

Then I opened the photo album and threw my phone onto the bed.

"Look for yourself, then give me an explanation."

Shen Feiwan walked over out of curiosity.

She picked up Bo Junxing's phone and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Who took this picture? Why did they take such a close picture of me and your nephew? Are they trying to sow discord?"

Bo Junxing sneered, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place."

"What do you know?" Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow at Bo Junxing, zooming in on the photo with two fingers. "You don't actually think I'm giving your nephew oral sex, do you?"

! ! ?

Bo Junxing glanced coldly at Shen Feiwan, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What are you saying?"

Shen Feiwan looked at Bo Junxing with a smile in her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft, but her words had a hint of provocation.

“What did I say? I’m saying what you’re thinking. Isn’t that what you’re thinking too? Doesn’t this photo mean the same thing? I’m squatting in front of your nephew’s wheelchair, head down as if I’m giving him oral sex. So you suspect that there’s something going on between us, and you come to question me with this photo first thing in the morning.”

How dare she say that?

Bo Junxing's expression instantly turned even more unpleasant.

He spoke coldly, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Before the marriage, she said the eldest daughter of the Shen family was gentle, virtuous, and well-educated. Is this all the 'well-educated' she is?"

Shen Feiwan wasn't annoyed; she just smiled sweetly and said, "What's wrong? Is being knowledgeable and reasonable contradictory to telling the truth?"

After saying that, she walked towards Bo Jun and explained:

"No, I didn't. My husband is so handsome, why would I leave him to run off with his nephew on our wedding night? I don't have that kind of fetish. Last night I happened to see him throwing a tantrum, he fell, and I helped him up in his wheelchair, that's all. You can check the security footage if you don't believe me, there are security cameras in the garden, aren't there?"

As she spoke, Shen Feiwan reached out and touched Bo Junxing's thigh.

His muscles are so hard.

If he were kneeling on her in suit pants, the taut shape of his thighs would surely be very alluring and powerful.

As she pondered, Shen Feiwan's hand drifted off course...

Bo Junxing frowned and immediately grabbed her restless hand.

Shen Feiwan said in a coquettish tone, "Oh dear~ why are you using so much force? I was just trying to return your phone to you."

She switched hands and actually put his phone into his pants pocket.

Bo Junxing then released her, saying, "Don't touch me like that."

"Does this count?" Shen Feiwan feigned ignorance. "I clearly didn't touch anything."

Bo Junxing squinted and looked down at the woman who was a head shorter than him. "Then what else do you want to touch, hmm? Remember, don't wander around at night in the future."

Shen Feiwan originally wanted to continue speaking, picking up where he left off.

What he touched... that's a whole other story.

But he immediately changed the subject.

However, thinking about these photos, Shen Feiwan couldn't help but ask, "Who took these photos for you?"

Bo Junxing replied indifferently, "That's none of your business."

Shen Feiwan was dissatisfied. "Someone secretly filmed me in the middle of the night, trying to sow discord between me and my husband. Can't I even do anything about it?"

"I'll handle it," Bo Junxing said coldly. "If you marry me, you just need to be my wife in name only."

"In name only? How can we still sleep then?"

Bo Junxing's eyes darkened. "Shen Feiwan, just how thirsty are you?"

Shen Feiwan smiled. "It's legal, it's not like I'm cheating on you. Why don't you stay tonight?"

"Impossible." Bo Junxing couldn't figure out what his newlywed wife was thinking.

She's completely gone off track.

She was completely different from the old man's previous description.

I wonder if the old man would regret his decision if he knew that the virtuous daughter-in-law he had carefully selected, even consulting some metaphysical master, turned out to be such a cunning, fickle, and shameless woman.

“Get out,” he said again. “It’s time to see the old man.”