Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

“There are many rich and powerful families in Ping Cheng City, but this manor is not something they can afford to own. I’m afraid there is no other owner besides the powerful Bo Consortium.”

Bo Jinchuan smiled.

“There is always someone better out there in the world. There could also be more people who are richer than the Bo family. They are merely keeping a low profile.”

Shen Fanxing nodded her head in agreement.

“However, your surname is Bo. Furthermore, you allowed me to attend the event on Friday even without giving me an invitation.”

Shen Fanxing smiled at him and said, “A capable man with the surname Bo, who owns such a huge manor, had to be from the Bo Consortium, right?”

“Did you know that the Bo Consortium has another heir?”

Shen Fanxing chuckled quietly.

“Although you’re a low-profile man, your younger brother, Bo Jinhang is not. Even though he is not at Ping Cheng City now, I’m sure everyone knows him since he’s always in the headlines of the entertainment news.”

At the mention of his younger brother, Bo Jinchuan couldn’t help but frown.

He always had a pounding headache whenever he thought of him.

“When did you figure it out?”

“I did have my suspicions just now, but I’m certain now.”

Bo Jinchuan’s dark orbs scrutinized her expression intently.

“By getting information from me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Shen Fanxing waved her hands frantically, but amusement had lit up her face.

Bo Jinchuan pulled Shen Fanxing closer to him and asked, “Why not? I’ll give you this right.”

Shen Fanxing replied gently, “There is too much temptation.”

With a gentle gaze, Bo Jinchuan stood up and coughed softly.

Shen Fanxing looked at the ripples on the lake caused by the wind. The wind brought about a cooling sensation.

“Let’s go back. You really need to rest.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

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The next day…

Shen Fanxing got dressed and went to the main residence. As usual, she had her breakfast and took her medicine.

“Ms Shen, have you recovered from your cold?”

Shen Fanxing nodded and replied, “I’m better.”

Just as she finished speaking, she felt an itch in her throat and she coughed uncontrollably.

Aunt Zhang shook her head resignedly.

“Young people like you are good at putting on a pretense. I think you’re like Master. Both of you have not recovered!”

“He hasn’t recovered from his illness?”

“Exactly! He fell sick at such a critical juncture.”

Shen Fanxing was at a loss for words.

At this moment, the doorbell rang and Yu Song marched through the door.

“Ms Shen, this is the gown that Master has specially chosen for you to wear tonight.”

When Yu Song said that, he emphasized the word “specially”.

“What?”

Shen Fanxing couldn’t believe it.

Bo Jinchuan had chosen a gown for her?

How did he have the time?

Not long after that, the doorbell rang again.

A group of stylishly attired people walked in.

“Who’s Ms Shen?”

The young man leading the group had dyed his hair smoky gray. He wore a shirt with irregular hems and a pair of tight white pants. The two black studs he wore were sparkling.

He looked like a man who was loud, wild and fashionable. But he seemed to have lessened those traits considerably.

“I am. And you are?”

Shen Fanxing stood up.

This was after all, Bo Jinchuan’s private manor. Why would these people come here to look for her?

The man nodded at her.

“Hello, I’m your stylist for tonight. My name is Davis.”

Shen Fanxing was shocked.

Davis?

Even though they don’t work in the same industry, she was familiar with this name.

He was the dream stylist for many celebrities…