Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Auntie Zhang gave a soft sigh and said, “Ms Shen, please continue eating. I’ll go up to check on Master.”

Shen Fanxing drank two more mouthfuls of porridge before looking at Aunt Zhang’s back. She picked up her napkin and dabbed her lips thoughtfully.

“Aunt Zhang…”

Shen Fanxing stood up and called Auntie Zhang.

“Ms Shen?”

Shen Fanxing strode to Aunt Zhang and pointed at the tray in her hands.

“Let me send it to him…”

Aunt Zhang surveyed Shen Fanxing and amusement danced in her eyes when she saw the awkwardness on Shen Fanxing’s face.

“I would have to trouble you then, Ms Shen.”

Shen Fanxing pressed her lips and took the tray.

There was plain porridge, two simple dishes and two bottles of medicine.

A simple breakfast indeed.

Was it okay for a huge man like him to eat so little for every meal?

She knocked on Bo Jinchuan’s door and he responded with his low voice.

She pushed the door open and entered. Bo Jinchuan hadn’t lived up to her expectations of him being a good patient lying in bed.

He was clad in a casual outfit instead of his usual outfit of shirt and pants.

He sat on a chair at the balcony with his legs crossed elegantly. Holding a pen, he was perusing some documents.

Bo Jinchuan didn’t look up, as he assumed that she was a servant. But two seconds later, he raised his head sharply.

His eyes which were as black as ink, glinted with an iciness that could pierce through a heart.

Shen Fanxing’s heart skipped a beat and her grip on the tray tightened unconsciously. Her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and she couldn’t move.

When his gaze trailed to Shen Fanxing, the gloomy iciness in his eyes vanished without a trace.

He closed the document in his hand and raised his head to size her up. He smiled as he asked,

“You’re awake?”

Shen Fanxing then heaved a silent sigh of relief before she ambled towards him.

“I heard that you’re sick.”

She stopped before him and bent to place the tray on the table.

The clean scent of her body wafted into the air and Bo Jinchuan’s eyes narrowed a little. His gaze landed on her collar.

The mark he left last night was still there.

There was a faint smile in his eyes as he looked at her. Shen Fanxing had just straightened her body.

Her long hair brushed across the back of his hand, and it felt cooling.

Bo Jinchuan set the document on the table before he grabbed Shen Fanxing’s wrist while he stood up at the same time.

Taken aback, Shen Fanxing was pulled into the man’s embrace.

A familiar scent engulfed her.

The height difference between them was huge. She lifted her head slightly and just as her gaze landed on his chin, a large palm pressed on her head.

“You took a shower?”

Shen Fanxing’s heart trembled slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Have you recovered?”

“I feel… better”

Bo Jinchuan didn’t respond and pulled her to his bed.

Pressing her shoulders with his hands, he got her to sit down.

“Sit here.”

Shen Fanxing didn’t move as she watched the man walk away.

The gray covers on the bed emitted elegance and nobility. Although the design of the room was simple, there was an understated hint of dominance.

This was a room that entirely belonged to the man. Just like him, his room felt detached and aloof.

It didn’t take long for Bo Jinchuan to reappear in front of her again. He bent down to plug in the hairdryer to a power point.

Shen Fanxing’s heart jolted as she understood what he intended to do. She stood up hastily and reached for the hairdryer in his hand.

“I’ll do it myself.”

“You’ve already lost the right to do so.”

Bo Jinchuan avoided her outstretched hand and bent to sit on the bed. His hand slid across her waist.

Exerting some force, he pulled Shen Fanxing into his embrace.