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

"What?" Bo Junxing had never considered divorce and was unaware of Shen Feiwan's plans. "Don't you like living here?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow and asked in return, "So, do you like it?"

"..." Bo Junxing refused to answer.

So the topic was moved on.

Shen Feiwan felt there was nothing more to talk about with Bo Junxing, so she said she was a little hungry.

Just then, the maid came up and knocked on the door, saying that the old man wanted them to come down for dinner.

Shen Feiwan had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Did the old man convince Bo Fang?

Based on her understanding of Bo Fang from her past life, he shouldn't be such an obedient person.

"Where's the chairman? Is he in the restaurant too?"

"No, the chairman said he doesn't want to eat dinner tonight."

"What about the others?"

"They won't eat it either."

"Okay, I got it. You guys heat up the food, I'll be right down."

After Shen Feiwan finished speaking, she turned back to look at Bo Junxing, "What about you, are you coming along? It's a waste to waste so much food."

"it is good."

"Let's go then."

"You go first, I have something to do."

"What else do you have..." Shen Feiwan originally wanted to press for an answer, but she swallowed the words back. "Okay, then hurry up, I'll wait for you. It's no fun eating alone."

Shen Feiwan went downstairs first.

Bo Junxing went straight to the dressing room.

He now thinks that Shen Feiwan was right.

It's time to maintain a proper distance and exercise restraint.

He reacted just from discussing the topic of sex with her.

I need to change my pants now before I can go down, otherwise it will be too obvious.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; it was as if he was driven by lust.

He had never reacted this way to any other woman before, not even to Yue Ying, with whom he had a romantic relationship.

The mirror in the walk-in closet is surprisingly large. I really want to do it here too, so she can see what she looks like when she's moaning and panting.

Just thinking about it makes me want to explode.

By the time Bo Junxing changed his clothes and went downstairs, the dishes were already heated up.

After they had talked things out, Shen Feiwan stopped deliberately ignoring him. "Please sit down. The two of us can't eat much, so I only had them heat up these few dishes. They can eat the rest themselves. Is there anything here that you don't like?"

"No."

"That's fine."

"Isn't there soup? I remember you seemed to like it."

"Okay, good observation skills. All that's missing is the soup, it'll be served in a bit."

Bo Junxing nodded and picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

This is the kind of relationship a normal couple should be in, right?

Sure enough, the soup was served shortly afterward.

Aunt Zhang took a bowl to serve them soup, but Bo Junxing stopped her, saying, "No need, you should go and eat too."

After Aunt Zhang left, Shen Feiwan pushed the empty bowl in front of her over.

There was a hint of amusement in her voice, "Now that you've sent Aunt Zhang away, you'll have to take over her chores. Do you even know how to serve soup?"

Bo Junxing glanced at Shen Feiwan and said, "I was born into a well-off family, and I'm not incapable of taking care of myself."

"Not bad," Shen Feiwan chuckled. "It seems you don't have the bad habits of a young master."

As she spoke, she reached for a tissue, only to find that there was only one left. "I'll go get it. Please don't fill the soup too full, thank you."

Bo Junxing continued serving the soup, saying, "Go ahead."

Shen Feiwan returned quickly, but the floor slipped and she fell unexpectedly as she passed a certain spot.

Bo Junxing subconsciously reached out to catch it, but missed.

As luck would have it, Shen Feiwan fell onto his lap.

Her hand pressed against his...

The texture is rough and uncomfortable to the touch.

I flicked it.

“You…” Shen Feiwan looked up at Bo Junxing.

Bo Junxing frowned and helped Shen Feiwan up with some embarrassment.