Following the address sent by Shen Shiyu, Bo Siming personally tracked it down. Maybe he could even buy off a few of the men there.
"As long as Miss An Ruo stays here for a single day, we must be extremely vigilant. This is also the Second Master's order," Ruo Chi said seriously as he held a meeting with the black - clad men.
Bo Siming recognized this man. He was one of Bo Jingyu's trusted aides. Looking further, he could roughly see a few other familiar faces.
"I didn't expect him to have so many troublesome subordinates stationed here," Bo Siming murmured with a frown.
If it were someone else, they might be able to slip by. But these men were all rigorously trained. Without a flawless plan, it would be like sending oneself to death.
"Ruo Chi, come and help quickly!" Qian Li leaned against the doorway, gasping for breath.
"Why so many today?"
"The Second Master bought out three hundred toy stores last night. The bosses were all frantically transporting the goods back and forth. The city center was in a terrible traffic jam today."
Bo Siming caught this conversation keenly and immediately came up with a plan.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Ruo Chi looked warily at the bushes not far away, his lips tightly pursed.
"What's wrong?" Qian Li followed his gaze and asked.
"I just thought I saw someone over there."
"Come on. There are so many cameras. Even a fly can be easily caught, let alone a living person. You're being too sensitive," he said, patting Ruo Chi on the shoulder with a smile.
"… I hope so."
At the Bo Family Mansion.
"Second Madam, I've told you so many times. You must hold the knife and fork gracefully and steadily. Don't shrug your shoulders or make a creaking sound when cutting the plate," Steward Qin said wearily as he taught.
This scene was just seen by Bo Siming who had rushed in.
"I really can't get used to using a knife and fork. Can I use chopsticks instead?" Shen Ximan lifted her veiled face and asked innocently.
A few maids working nearby heard her words and started to giggle softly. They had never seen anyone arguing with the steward before, and today was an eye - opener.
"All of you, focus on your work!" Steward Qin scolded them and then shifted his gaze back. "Second Madam, the old master attaches great importance to family etiquette. We can't relax the rules just for you."
"If everyone were like you, wouldn't it be in a complete mess?"
"It's too difficult. How about I just eat in my bedroom from now on? You can do as you like."
"This!"
Seeing Steward Qin rendered speechless, Bo Siming walked over with a soft smile. "Second Madam is really sharp - tongued."
Shen Ximan's nerves instantly tightened. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Second Madam! Why aren't you saluting when you see the eldest young master?"
Bo Siming raised his hand to stop the steward. The smile on his lips grew even stronger. "It's okay. You can step down first. I'd like to have a good chat with my sister - in - law."
"Yes. Call me if you need anything."
Steward Qin left reluctantly with a green face.
"I'm curious about something, but I'm not sure if I should ask."
Shen Ximan maintained her fake smile without showing any flaws. "It depends on what exactly you're asking, Eldest Young Master."
"I'm good friends with your sister, but I've never heard her mention having a younger sister. You should have seen me before," Bo Siming probed meaningfully.
"I'm not very noticeable at home. It's normal that you haven't seen me."
"Then what's the meaning of this veil?"
She frowned slightly, her eyes looking pitiful.
This simple action made Bo Siming's heart skip a beat for some reason.
"I'm forced to wear the veil."
Sometimes people just like to be contrary. The more something is off - limits, the more they want to touch it; the more they are stopped, the more they want to find out the truth.
"We're all family from now on. You can't wear it all the time. Besides, Grandpa was so angry yesterday. You should know when to stop," Bo Siming said as he slowly moved closer.
Shen Ximan knew what kind of person he was. Naturally, she was mentally prepared and had preventive measures.
"Eldest Young Master, I'm just an ordinary person who would be hard to find even if thrown on the street. I believe Grandpa will understand my difficulties."
Just as she finished speaking, she saw Bo Yanhai coming out of his bedroom. It seemed that he was about to go downstairs to do something.
"Sister - in - law is really so coy," Bo Siming said and then suddenly reached out his hand. Before she could react, he tore off her soft veil.
The prominent and terrifying scar came into the sight of everyone present. The maids were so scared that they didn't dare to look anymore and got goosebumps all over their bodies.
"You ugly girl! Go back to your room right away!"
Bo Yanhai was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.
Bo Siming was completely stunned on the spot. He had thought that there would be a breathtakingly beautiful face under the veil, but he didn't expect her to be several times uglier than Shen Shiyu!
The old master was also extremely angry when he saw him.
"Why aren't you at the company? What are you doing coming back home? And look at you, covered in dust and leaves. What happened to you?"
He scolded Bo Siming angrily, his old face turning red.
"… I accidentally fell and was in a hurry to come back to get some documents," Bo Siming made up an excuse and managed to get through the situation in a state of shock.
"None of you can ever let me worry less!"
Bo Yanhai immediately lost all interest in going for a stroll in the garden. Shaking his head dejectedly, he slowly returned to his bedroom.
This little incident solved Shen Ximan's immediate problem. However, since many people in the Bo family had seen her face, it would inevitably cause some troublesome problems for Bo Jingyu.
She shook her head, not caring at all.
After all, it was just a mutually beneficial relationship. There was nothing to feel guilty about.
Bo Siming propped his hands on the table. The half - profile of Shen Ximan's face and her terrified eyes still lingered in his mind.
What a cruel twist of fate!
Why did God give her a pair of eyes so similar to his white moonlight? If it weren't for that scar, he really would have thought that she had come back to life.
But she wasn't her.
She was the Second Master's wife, a woman not worthy of his attention at all.
"How stupid," Bo Siming mocked himself.
He picked up the phone and quickly called Shen Shiyu.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home~ Are you coming to see me?"
Shen Shiyu's charming and coquettish voice came from the other end.
"I went to the address you sent today. I heard from Bo Jingyu's subordinates that he bought out some toy stores in the city. Trucks will drive through the city center every day."
After hearing the plan, she immediately sat up from the bed and said excitedly, "So we're going to pretend to be the truck drivers and get in?"
"You find someone to keep an eye on it. Bo Jingyu may change the location at any time."
"That's definitely no problem. As long as we can divert his subordinates, catching that little bitch will be a piece of cake. By the way, are you free tonight? How about we…"
Bo Siming interrupted her before she could finish. "I'm busy."
Beep, beep, beep…
Shen Shiyu sneered as she looked at the phone. "What the hell? How dare a good - for - nothing hang up on me first?"
"What's wrong?" Yang Wan tore off her facial mask and patted her face as she asked.
Shen Shiyu glared at her irritably. "Can you just go back to your room?"