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

Shen Feiwan was somewhat surprised by Bo Junxing's appearance.

He was clearly trying to extricate himself from a difficult situation.

Now that he has paved the way, she doesn't need to waste her energy trying to fool Old Master Bo.

She looked at Bo Junxing and nodded in agreement with his words. "Yes, I understand. The Shen family is more like a noun to me. This is my home now and in the future. Dad, don't worry, I've kept everything you said in mind."

"That's good. You are husband and wife, and husband and wife should be of one mind. The husband should know how to love and protect his wife, but the wife should also do her job well."

Bo Junxing nodded, "I understand, Dad."

"Okay, then get some rest. You two should also pay more attention to the child. I hope I can hold my grandson soon."

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After returning to his room, Bo Junxing immediately closed the door.

Shen Feiwan was a little thirsty, so she went to the refrigerator to get some water. "Would you like some water? I'd like a bottle of ice water?"

"I do not want."

Bo Junxing slowly and methodically took off his clothes, from his coat to his tie, and then to the buttons on his shirt collar and cuffs.

After he had almost finished understanding, he realized that Shen Feiwan was looking him over.

Seeing Shen Feiwan's aggressive gaze, he sneered, "What, do you want to write a few words on my face too?"

Shen Feiwan was immediately amused by him. "What, are you addicted? What do you want me to write on your face, like 'You have a big...'?"

Bo Junxing frowned. "Why are you so outspoken, huh?"

Shen Feiwan laughed, took a bottle of water and walked towards Bo Junxing, then plopped down on his lap.

"It's just the two of us, what are you hiding? Tell me! Were you secretly pleased when I drew arrows on your face with a pen?"

Bo Junxing looked at Shen Feiwan, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

Whether it was enjoyable or not, didn't she see it all back then?

His breath was somewhat hot. He reached out, took Shen Feiwan's bottled water, unscrewed it for her, and then handed it back to her.

Shen Feiwan took a sip, then hooked her arm around his neck and asked, "Aren't you thirsty?"

Bo Junxing took a deep breath. "Where are you asking about?"

Shen Feiwan was amused again. "You said I speak without thinking, but you're only slightly more tactful than me, aren't you? You're a bit of a closet pervert."

As she spoke, Shen Feiwan took another sip of water.

Before she could even swallow, her waist was pulled forward.

Immediately afterwards, Bo Junxing's high, straight nose pressed against her face, and his lips were sealed with his.

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, opened her lips, and passed the water from her mouth to him.

The water, freshly taken from the refrigerator, was cool and slightly sweet, and that's how Bo Junxing mixed it up.

When the two parted, a small patch of Bo Junxing's shirt collar was damp.

Shen Feiwan found his Adam's apple particularly alluring at that moment, especially the way it slid up and down when he swallowed.

She put down the bottled water in her hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to taste it, but he dodged her.

Shen Feiwan retorted, "What do you mean by this? Weren't you here first?"

Bo Junxing pulled her arm away, his expression serious. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead and say it." Shen Feiwan got off Bo Junxing's lap with little interest, picked up the mineral water bottle again, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

Bo Junxing looked at her and said, "Don't get carried away in front of the old man. Just because he seems to like you now doesn't mean he's always been truly satisfied with you."

Shen Feiwan didn't care. "Otherwise, are you going to kick me out?"

"Yes." Seeing Shen Feiwan's nonchalant attitude, Bo Junxing reached out and pinched Shen Feiwan's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Listen carefully, I don't want to get married again. Once is troublesome enough."

"Oh?" Shen Feiwan scoffed and pushed Bo Junxing's hand away. "You just listen to your father like that? He tells you to get married, and you get married; he tells you to get divorced, and you get divorced?"

Bo Junxing frowned. "In short, I don't want to get involved in this kind of trouble. Marriage isn't just my business, so you'd better not cause any unexpected problems."

Shen Feiwan chuckled and said in a low voice, "That's just a matter of time."

Just then, Bo Junxing's phone rang. He didn't hear it clearly. "What did you just say?"

Shen Feiwan pursed her lips, "It's nothing. What I'm saying is your business. In other words, you should treat your own wife better."

Bo Junxing glanced at the caller ID on his phone and hung up.

"I offered to help you, but you refused."

Shen Feiwan laughed twice. "Alright then, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Bo Junxing hummed in agreement and then said, "By the way, there's a charity gala in a couple of days that requires my husband and I to attend together. Do you have time?"

"Yes, I'm usually free in the evenings."

"Really?" Upon hearing her say that, Bo Junxing immediately pictured her in a nightclub, and his brows furrowed involuntarily. "For the next few nights, it's best if you don't wander around. Come back to Bo Garden with me."

"Well, I got it."

"And what about the Shen family?" "Hello."

Bo Junxing had barely begun to speak about the Shen family when Shen Feiwan interrupted him.

"What are you doing? I did back down to the old man about the Shen family, but you don't really think I'm going to give up halfway through, do you? Wouldn't all my previous work have been for nothing?"

"What I mean is, I won't let your stepsister cause trouble in front of the old man again, but you shouldn't let anyone find fault with you or smear you."

"That's more like it. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to take a shower. You either wait for me to finish or go to another room. Don't sneak in halfway. I just want to take a good shower today."

Bo Junxing stood up. "I'll go to the bathroom in the guest room to wash up."

Shen Feiwan hadn't washed her hair today, so it was quick. When she came out, Bo Junxing had just come in from outside.

As soon as Bo Junxing entered, he saw Shen Feiwan carrying a quilt out of the dressing room and about to spread it on the sofa.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"We'll sleep in separate beds." Shen Feiwan straightened up and looked at him. "Didn't you say I had bad sleeping posture and wanted to sleep separately from me?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Junxing slowly strode forward and pulled up the blankets from the sofa, saying, "Don't make so much trouble at home."

Shen Feiwan glanced at him. "Anyway, you started this whole thing. If you don't want to make the bed, fine. You have to put the blanket back. I don't care anymore."

After saying that, Shen Feiwan went to bed, leaving the rest of the work to Bo Junxing.

Bo Junxing didn't say anything, he just silently folded the quilt and put it back.

After lying in bed, they each looked at their phones for a while, and then turned off their bedside lamps one after the other.

In an instant, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

Shen Feiwan was originally lying flat, but then she turned over and lay on her side with her back to Bo Junxing.

A moment later, a large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

As his wet lips pressed against her skin and kissed her passionately, his large hand tightened around her fingers, interlocking them.

Lock it tightly, pull it above her head, then pin it to the pillow, pressing it down so she can't move an inch.