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

Mr. Bo gets up early.

Before breakfast, I leisurely played golf in my own backyard.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the lobby, Shen Feiwan clearly saw that the old man's shot had gone wide.

She squinted at the small white house not far away, then suddenly strode towards the back garden.

Bo Junxing watched her walk away, his brows furrowing slightly.

Soon, he followed suit.

Good morning, Dad.

Shen Feiwan greeted Old Master Bo from afar, and her smile and tone of voice were very pleasing to the old man.

Bo Junxing's elder brother, Bo Chengyang, was also present, and Shen Feiwan casually called him "elder brother."

He was just very proper when calling me "Big Brother," unlike when he called me "Grandpa Bo" with the same enthusiasm and obedience.

Mr. Bo was pleased and satisfied with this.

"Wanwan's here, can she play ball?"

Shen Feiwan shook her head, her eyes bright, looking very expectant. "No. Is it difficult, Dad?"

That means you want to give it a try.

Bo Junxing, who came with her, frowned slightly, wondering what she was up to.

Grandpa Bo didn't seem to think that much about it, and went along with Shen Feiwan's words, saying, "It's not difficult, it's very simple."

The old man caught a glimpse of his youngest son coming over out of the corner of his eye.

He simply said, "Junxing plays well, let him teach you."

As he spoke, the old man handed the cue stick in his hand to Bo Junxing.

"Come on, teach your wife."

Although Bo Junxing is only thirty years old this year, the old man is already seventy-five years old.

He wasn't the kind of old man who looked kind; he had been a seasoned veteran of the business world and carried a heavy aura of authority.

Especially when she looked at her youngest son, Bo Junxing, the pressure was intense: "Last night you abandoned your newlywed wife and left, which is very against the rules."

"Hmm." After being scolded by the old man, Bo Junxing's face remained expressionless, and he didn't even offer a reason.

Seeing that the father and son were about to argue again, Bo Chengyang quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Sister-in-law, don't just stand there, quickly learn from Junxing. He doesn't teach people easily."

Bo Chengyang is fifty years old this year. He is the grandson of the old man Bo who has spoiled him.

He inherited his grandfather's handsome genes, possessing an outstanding appearance and maintaining it well, remaining youthful from his youth to the present. However, he has never fathered any illegitimate children and has been generous to other women, never being involved in any scandals. Therefore, his grandfather has always turned a blind eye to his private life.

He had no interest in running the company, so the old man handed over the business to his youngest son, Bo Junxing.

He was most afraid of making the old man angry, so he wanted to play peacemaker and invited the old man to sit down and have some tea.

Shen Feiwan and Bo Junxing were naturally brought together.

"Hold it with both hands." Bo Junxing handed the cue to Shen Feiwan and stood aside to give verbal instructions.

Shen Feiwan tried several times, but nothing worked.

Bo Chengyang, who was watching from the side, was getting a little anxious.

“Junxing, you have to teach your younger siblings step by step. If they don’t have a good foundation, it will be difficult for them to learn well later.”

Shen Feiwan also turned to look at Bo Junxing.

Her eyes were blatantly seductive; she meant nothing more than wanting Bo Junxing to do it himself to be satisfied.

Bo Junxing narrowed his dark eyes and coldly curled the corners of his mouth.

I wonder if the old man saw the woman's gaze from this angle.

That hardly qualifies as a rule.

He came up behind Shen Feiwan, bent down slightly, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, taking her hands in his.

The movements were proper and distant, without the slightest hint of intimacy or ambiguity.

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the man with a shifty look in her eyes. Taking advantage of the bending posture, she suddenly lifted her buttocks and slowly pressed them against the man's lower abdomen.

Just now in the room, she invited him to stay for the evening.

He said it was impossible.

That's incredibly rude.

We have to teach him a lesson.

Bo Junxing never expected that the woman in front of him would be so bold.

She dares to grope like that even in front of her father-in-law and brother-in-law.

Shen Feiwan certainly wouldn't make the grinding too obvious.

However, she also wanted to verify whether Bo Junxing was really incapable.

Soon, she felt a change in the part of their bodies that were touching.

……

However, this man was very good at controlling himself.

Not to mention his lower abdomen didn't move, even his hands, when teaching her to play ball, were incredibly steady.

However, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, indicating that he was using a lot of force.

However, playing golf does not require much strength.

Shen Feiwan stared at the two blue veins on the back of his hand and pulled her buttocks back in.

She withdrew.

He frowned and squinted at her, his voice icy.

"Not bad, it's quite impressive to play like this on your first try. But you need to practice more to improve."

“Really?” Shen Feiwan’s voice sounded excited. “Then I’ll have to train with you often from now on.”

Bo Junxing gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The word "practice" might not seem like much coming from someone else's mouth.

But judging from the way this woman was shaking her butt just now, it's hard not to think about other things.

She's incredibly bold.

Moreover, too much of a good thing is bad.

Too much of a thing can actually make people lose interest in sex.

Seeing that his youngest son and daughter-in-law were getting along quite well, the old man's anger towards Bo Junxing subsided considerably.

He gestured for the two to come over and have some tea.

Shen Feiwan then prepared to offer the old man tea.

Although the old man said that these old-fashioned rules were no longer in effect, he was still charmed by Shen Feiwan's 'well-behaved' manner and smiled broadly.

Upon glancing at Bo Junxing's cold face, the old man's expression immediately fell.

"After breakfast, take Wanwan to see your mother. She doesn't need to come back for dinner. Tomorrow, when you accompany Wanwan on her homecoming visit, you mustn't make any mistakes. Don't be impolite!"

“Hmm,” Bo Junxing nodded, a hint of reluctance in his voice, but he still agreed, “I understand.”

"That's good."

However, this was only Bo Junxing's one-sided story.

After having breakfast and chatting with the old man, he completely forgot about the promise he had just made.

Inside the room, Bo Junxing casually grabbed a coat, seemingly preparing to go out.

“My mom doesn’t like interacting with strangers, so there’s no need to see her.”

Shen Feiwan had never met Bo Junxing's biological mother.

She was Mr. Bo's second wife. She divorced Mr. Bo when Bo Junxing was very young and did not live in the Bo family.

Shen Feiwan didn't particularly want to see this mother-in-law.

only……

She sized up Bo Junxing, her eyes carrying a hint of aggression.

"Aren't you afraid your dad will be angry if you just leave me here again? Even if it's just for show, you should at least take me with you."

Bo Junxing's dark eyes narrowed. "What does Miss Shen want from me?"

Shen Feiwan sat at the foot of the bed, raised her foot to rub against Bo Junxing's strong calf, and said in a somewhat flirtatious tone, "Call me Mrs. Bo."

Bo Junxing scoffed, turned around, took a thin object from the bedside table drawer, and tossed it to Shen Feiwan. "Is that enough?"