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

But once she reached behind the screen, Shen Feiwan suddenly changed her mind and stopped.

On a whim, she wanted to hear how Bo Junxing would deal with the other women's slander and scheming against his wife.

Just then, a message came in. While answering her friend's question, she casually listened to the conversation next door.

Bo Junxing spoke again.

"You said she and her mother take turns sleeping with old men. Did you personally witness it right next to their bed? Where's the evidence?"

"Did you know that her biological mother passed away more than ten years ago? You found out so much about things that happened more than ten years ago. If you have this ability, the Ruan family shouldn't be going downhill."

6 Ah~~ Bo Junxing's mouth is practically poisoned.

If Shen Feiwan had anything in her mouth right now, she would definitely spit it out.

He not only criticized the young lady, but also mocked her family as well.

interesting.

I imagine Miss Ruan's expression must be quite 'interesting' right now.

Sure enough, through the gap in the screen, Shen Feiwan saw that Miss Ruan was crying again.

She cried her heart out, but her disappointed eyes and expression showed that the man opposite her was unmoved.

After wiping away her tears for a while, she said, "Brother Junxing, I'm going to the bathroom to touch up my makeup."

As she spoke, she turned to the side to grab her bag from the chair.

But Shen Feiwan has a habit of slapping someone in the face.

Whether it was in a past life or in this life, these kinds of things should be left unresolved as long as possible.

She walked around the screen and went straight towards Ruan Xintong.

There was a glass of lemonade in front of Ruan Xintong. Shen Feiwan picked it up and poured it all over Ruan Xintong's head, leaving not a drop.

Ruan Xintong was stunned, and only after she came to her senses did she begin to feel angry.

"You're sick..."

Before she could even utter the last "ah," Ruan Xintong froze on the spot.

"You're Shen Feiwan? What are you doing here!"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but I happened to have dinner with a friend here. What I didn't expect was to hear you spreading rumors about me and my mother in public. We're all women, do you think this is appropriate?"

“Brother Junxing!” Ruan Xintong’s tears came instantly. She bypassed Shen Feiwan, ran to Bo Junxing, squatted down, and shook his arm. “She splashed me! She has no manners at all!”

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow again.

You're going to complain, aren't you?

Is this how you act cute?

Anyone can do that.

She smiled, moved lightly and unhurriedly to the other side of Bo Junxing.

She straddled him and sat on his lap.

On the second day of her marriage, to match the occasion, she wore a red knitted dress, which made her skin look as white as snow, and she looked beautiful and radiant.

As she moved, the sheer fabric at the hem of her skirt billowed up, revealing her slender, long legs. Her slim waist and shapely hips were accentuated by the tight-fitting skirt, showcasing her curves perfectly.

Bo Junxing's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then, his straight back slowly leaned back against the chair.

He raised his eyes and met Shen Feiwan's gaze without any emotion.

Shen Feiwan stared intently at him, slowly playing with the tie he had hidden inside his suit jacket.

"Honey~ Did you say something harsh to this girl just now? She's crying."

Her hair still carried the faint, cool fragrance of orchids from that morning.

The difference is that in this sitting posture, the pair of high, firm breasts wrapped under the square collar of the knitted sweater seem to be about to burst out, directly assaulting one's senses.

But at this moment, Bo Junxing's heart remained completely unmoved.

The two stared at each other, waiting to see who would give up first.

This woman was less seducing and more...

It's more like a challenge.

"I treat Xintong like a younger sister, how could I bully her?"

"That's great, it shows you're on the side of justice too. She insulted me and my mother, would you think it's excessive if I made her apologize?"

Ruan Xintong was still clinging to Bo Junxing's arm.

The moment she saw Shen Feiwan spread her legs and sit on her, she wanted nothing more than to throw her off.

She still wants an apology? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

She half-squatted on the ground, looking up at Bo Junxing with her eyes full of expectation; clearly, she was also waiting for his answer.

Or rather, it's a preference.

Bo Junxing finally made a move the moment Shen Feiwan reached into his suit jacket.

He raised his hand, grasped Shen Feiwan's slender wrist, and said indifferently, "Not excessive."

Shen Feiwan smiled with satisfaction.

Although their hands were bound, their bodies were free.

The fabric of her suit trousers rubbed against her, making an extremely faint rustling sound.

Bo Junxing's eyes narrowed.

I never expected her to be so unrestrained in public, just as she was in front of her father-in-law and uncle.

No, he should have understood the moment she sat down.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, and moved closer to her fair neck, lowering his voice to say:

"Don't waste your time. This is not as good as when you were drunk and flirting on your wedding night."

"Really?" Shen Feiwan chuckled softly, mimicking his whispered words.

The two spoke with a delicate and lingering breath, and even the temperature around them seemed to become ambiguous.

"But the fabric of your pants... is so stiff. It's poking me."

Ruan Xintong felt insulted by Shen Feiwan.

But Bo Junxing was clearly not on her side.

She released Bo Junxing's hand, glared at Shen Feiwan hatefully, and left in a huff!

Seeing her leave, Bo Junxing slowly uttered a sentence.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Shen Feiwan hummed in agreement, "It's alright."

Taking away the man she cares about in front of her is obviously much more painful for her than making her apologize.

"Go down."

"No~ I like your pants. They're just a little too tight. I'll loosen them for you next time."

She still needs to keep pushing forward.

Bo Junxing didn't let her succeed; he pressed his large hand against her soft waist.

He was very strong, as if she were nailed to his body.

Despite such intimate and ambiguous actions, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"So, you've been stalking me?"

Shen Feiwan frowned, her flawless forehead twitching slightly. "Mr. Bo, this is rather unkind. What I told Miss Ruan was true; I did indeed have a dinner appointment with a friend here. I wasn't lying. Your suspicion of me is really pointless."

Complaining, Shen Feiwan then got up and got off Bo Junxing's lap.

But his large hands showed no sign of letting go.

"What?" Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Bo, do you still want to continue?"

The large hand immediately released its grip.

Shen Feiwan also sat down to the side.

She proactively showed the chat interface to Bo Junxing.

"If you don't believe me, look, it was my friend who invited me out, she's a woman."

Bo Junxing slowly straightened his suit trousers, which had been wrinkled by Shen Feiwan sitting on them, and said calmly, "Swipe my card."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

This means they intend to leave.

Shen Feiwan glanced at him and called out to him slowly.

"Wait a minute."

Bo Junxing stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"What else do you want?"

Shen Feiwan sized up his perfectly proportioned height and back view, her eyes filled with ambiguity.

"Miss Ruan doesn't have to apologize to me, since I've already splashed her with water. But what are you going to do with her? She secretly filmed me in our house and even slandered me and your nephew. As a man, can you tolerate this?"