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

Shen Feiwan: "Can't you tell the difference between being serious and being sarcastic?"

Bo Junxing: "Then please remind me next time."

Shen Feiwan pouted, "Then I'll be so tired."

Bo Junxing didn't say anything, but took the initiative to unscrew the mineral water bottle and place it next to Shen Feiwan.

Shen Feiwan didn't say anything more and started unpacking the birth control pills.

Seeing how familiar she was with the food, without even reading the instructions, Bo Junxing suddenly asked, "Isn't it bad for your health to eat too much of this?"

Shen Feiwan drank her water without even glancing at him. "Anything in excess is bad, even water can cause problems. What, feeling a little guilty? Why don't you get a tubal ligation?"

Bo Junxing: "…………"

Shen Feiwan continued her explanation, "Just don't eat this too often. It can also regulate your endocrine system."

"Is it bitter?"

Hmm? Shen Feiwan glanced at Bo Junxing. "What, so interested? Why don't you give it a try?"

One dared to hand it over, and the other actually accepted it.

Bo Junxing examined the pills in his hand and looked at Shen Feiwan. "So what are you planning to do next? You have to tell a hundred lies to cover up one lie."

Shen Feiwan, of course, would not tell Bo Junxing her true plan.

She said, "I'll deal with it for now, and then find another opportunity to say that the baby is gone. In short, I won't give up halfway with Shen Hao."

"So when do you plan to have a child for me?"

“That’s a question for you,” Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow at Bo Junxing, throwing the question back at him directly. “You’re more eager than me to buy birth control pills. It’s strange, considering your previous reactions, you didn’t seem to be opposed to having a child, but now it seems you’re not really looking forward to the child’s arrival.”

Bo Junxing frowned. "I will not force anyone to have my child. If my wife is unwilling, the child will not receive the mother's love even if it is born. There is no need for that."

Shen Feiwan opened her mouth, then remained silent for a moment.

What he said makes a lot of sense.

Not only does it make sense, but it also seems to have another meaning. Could it be... that he was born this way?

“You…” “Don’t let your thoughts wander.”

"Okay, let's eat."

"Ah."

"I heard you even bought me a necklace, just because you heard I was pregnant?"

"...It's not for you."

"Who is that for? Are you seeing someone else?"

"It was for my mother; Song Yanzhou misunderstood."

“Oh,” Shen Feiwan nodded, “I see.”

The dishes were served quickly, and the two of them didn't talk much afterward. After finishing their meal, they returned to Bo Garden.

With Bo Junxing covering for them, it was easy to fool the old man.

However, the old man made another request of Shen Feiwan.

"Now that you're pregnant, you should stay home and rest properly. Don't go back to the Shen family. Doing so is also for the sake of the child."

Shen Feiwan originally wanted to say 'Okay'

But she felt that agreeing too readily would arouse the old man's suspicion, so she pretended to struggle for a while.

"Okay, for the sake of the child, I'll listen to Dad."

Bo Junxing: "…………" She really can say such things, even for the sake of the child.

He couldn't listen anymore. "Dad, she's tired. I'll take her upstairs to rest."

But the old man stopped them, "Wait, I haven't finished speaking. Wanwan..."

The old man looked at Shen Feiwan again, "Since you promised me to take good care of your pregnancy, then don't do anything unrelated to it, and especially don't use any underhanded methods that will draw criticism. The most important thing is to give birth to your first child smoothly."

"Okay!" Shen Feiwan nodded. "I understand, Dad. I've remembered everything you said. I'll go to the company in the next couple of days to properly hand over my work. I'll do it as soon as possible."

The old man was satisfied and waved for the two to leave.

As soon as they were out of the old man's sight, Bo Junxing said to Shen Feiwan, "You'd better be more careful in the future. If there's a next time, I won't cover for you anymore."

"Huh?" Shen Feiwan laughed and put her arm around Bo Junxing's waist. "Can't we go to that dance studio one more time?"

"No."

"Okay, looks like you're the same as me. Always wanting to try something new and exciting."

Bo Junxing: "…………" When it comes to talking dirty, he really has to admit defeat.

-

Shen Feiwan went to the Shen family the next day to hand over the reins.

She hadn't planned to stay there long anyway, especially since Shen Haoren had already gone inside.

He is now desperate, and the remaining shares can be purchased at a lower price by institutions that keep lowering the price. Shen Feiwan does not need to personally intervene in any of these matters.

Even if what he holds in the end doesn't become hers, the total shares she currently owns still constitute the largest share of the Shen family business.

Next, all she needs to do is stay in the Bo family and find out who killed her mother back then.

The order from Old Master Bo to have her resign and stay home to rest during her pregnancy was exactly what she wanted.

She has been reborn for over a month now.

The nanny she found had just taken a month's leave to take care of her seriously ill elderly relative, and she would probably be back soon.

After leaving the Shen family, Shen Feiwan did not immediately return to the Bo family, but instead went to visit Chen Youen.

By the time she had finished playing and returned to Bo Garden, it was already afternoon.

Not long after she returned home, the family servant knocked on her door with a beautifully packaged gift box.

Shen Feiwan asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"It was Mr. Bo who had it sent back to you, Madam."

In this household, the servants generally call the old man Chairman Bo Chengyang, while Bo Chengyang, who does not hold a position in the group, is usually addressed as Mr.

"President Bo" is the exclusive title for Bo Junxing.

Shen Feiwan nodded, "Okay, give it to me."

The maid insisted on putting it in herself, saying, "The chairman instructed that you must be taken good care of and not be made to do heavy work."

Shen Feiwan nodded again, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The old man values ​​Bo Junxing's eldest son so much; I wonder what his reaction will be when she announces her 'miscarriage' a few months later.

However, that's a matter for the future and is not within Shen Feiwan's consideration at the moment.

After the gift box was placed, Shen Feiwan opened it and found that it contained a beautifully crafted smoky purple autumn cheongsam, along with a matching shawl.

This puzzled Shen Feiwan.

Why would Bo Junxing give her a cheongsam out of the blue?

'Reward' her for getting pregnant?

There's no such thing as giving a cheongsam to a pregnant woman. Such a form-fitting dress usually needs to be paired with exquisite high heels.

Shen Feiwan took out her phone and dialed Bo Junxing's number directly.

"I received the package. What does it mean? Is it wishing me success in my revenge against Shen Hao?"

"I was just about to tell you. It seems you've forgotten what you promised me."

"What did I promise you?"

"Come with me to a charity gala."

"Oh! Right!!" Shen Feiwan had indeed completely forgotten about this matter. "Is it today?"

"Ah."

"So you like cheongsams? Is it because they have slits?"

"...I'm in a meeting."

"Then why did you answer my call? You could have sent me a message."

"This was a gift from the wife of Mr. Wang, the organizer; she is a fashion designer."

"Are you sure I can wear this outfit? What if it doesn't fit?"

"Mrs. Wang asked me beforehand."

"Oh? You know again?"

"What do you say?"

"So confident, does your hand look like a ruler?"

"...What are you thinking? Your measurements are available when the wedding dress was custom-made; just check them."

Okay, you're overthinking it. "Aren't you in a meeting again?"

"I'm out. The driver will pick you up around five o'clock. That should give you enough time to get ready."

"No problem. You can get back to work. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Feiwan realized she was hopeless; whenever she spoke to Bo Junxing, her mind was filled with lewd thoughts.

If it weren't for the marriage certificate at home, Bo Junxing might have sued her for sexual harassment.

They really should tone it down.

With plenty of time left, Shen Feiwan carefully selected a set of jewelry and shoes and a bag, and then she styled her hair and put on makeup.

Just as she finished changing her clothes and everything was ready, the driver pulled up downstairs.

-

An hour and a half later.

Shen Feiwan arrived at the venue smoothly.

By this time, most of the guests had arrived.

Shen Feiwan had sent a message to Bo Junxing in advance.

Therefore, as soon as she got out of the car, she saw Bo Junxing waiting in the lobby.

He was dressed the same as usual, with almost no change.

Even so, he stood out from the crowd.

Shen Feiwan's cheongsam outfit today is simply eye-catching.

Her appearance easily attracted the attention of most people.

Even Bo Junxing's eyes flashed with amazement the moment he saw her.

The cheongsam perfectly accentuated her figure, exuding elegance without being vulgar. The simple jewelry and updo further enhanced her noble and aloof demeanor, making her even more captivating.

When the two walked hand in hand into the venue, the entire audience fell silent for a few seconds for the perfect couple.

Everyone was so engrossed in the performance that they forgot to speak.

A moment later, someone joked, "No wonder Mr. Bo was in such a hurry to go outside to pick up Mrs. Bo. With Mrs. Bo's stunning beauty, she would probably be surrounded and unable to move an inch if she walked alone on the street."

Bo Junxing disliked engaging in such polite conversation, so he simply nodded and left with Shen Feiwan.

In Nancheng, there aren't many families above the Bo family. People usually come to befriend them. Sometimes, when Bo Junxing doesn't like to talk, Shen Feiwan will say a few words for him.

After the party, Shen Feiwan was actually much more tired than Bo Junxing.

On the way back, Shen Feiwan couldn't wait to take off her shoes. "You have to make it up to me. Do you know how many social engagements I've saved for you?"

"How to compensate?"

"Let me massage your legs first."

Bo Junxing glanced at Shen Feiwan, "Are you sure?"

Shen Feiwan glared at him, "Is this even a lie?"

Bo Junxing stopped talking and reached out to touch Shen Feiwan's thigh.

Shen Feiwan slapped his hand, then put her leg on his knee. "What are you thinking about, calf?"

Bo Junxing paused for a moment. Shen Feiwan was definitely the only one who treated him so imperiously.

However, since he had indeed been indebted to her earlier, he still placed his hand on hers.

"Is it okay? Is it heavy?"

"Were you not full just now?"

"..." He really had a lot of demands, but he obediently increased the pressure on his hands.

By the time he realized what he was doing, Shen Feiwan had already switched legs.

While enjoying Bo Junxing's services, she fiddled with her phone, saying, "Mrs. Wang sent me photos."