Chapter 42. Is It That Hard to Say a Word?

This was the first time in his thirty years of life that Bo Siming felt like a complete idiot. He didn't even know where to start getting angry.

He clearly remembered that when he was planning this scheme, he had sent someone to mention it in front of his grandfather. So why was it a fake video?

"What on earth is going on!" Bo Siming grabbed his subordinate by the collar.

"Spare me, Young Master! I did inform the old master and wanted him to get involved personally, but he refused!"

"We were afraid you'd get angry, so we had no choice but to come up with this plan..."

Bo Siming's anger gradually subsided, and his expression softened. "I see. If something like this happens again in the future, just let me know in advance."

Seeing that he wasn't going to pursue the matter anymore, the subordinate bowed repeatedly in gratitude.

"Definitely, definitely. I'll do it next time!"

"Break one of his legs and throw him in the countryside to feed the pigs."

The subordinate's pupils dilated in shock. He knelt on the ground, his voice trembling. "You... you've already forgiven me, haven't you? Why?"

Bo Siming spat at him, his eyes full of disgust. "Today you've made me look like a fool! How dare you ask why? Cut out his tongue. I've been very merciful not taking your life."

After saying that, he turned around, took the cigarette handed over by the leader of the black - clothed men, took a deep puff, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"If you mess up again, you're out of your job as the leader."

"Don't worry, sir."

The black - clothed leader, wearing a mask, broke two of his own fingers without blinking. "If there's a next time, I'll pay with my life."

Shen Ximan sat in the car, looking completely confused.

"Fake? How did you figure it out?"

Bo Jingyu brushed the dust off his suit shoulder, looking helpless and cold. "The watermark on the video wasn't even edited out."

"..."

"Pfft!" Ruo Chi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The Second Master had been outwitting the First Young Master for more than a decade. This was the first time he'd seen such a low - level and amateurish scheme. Compared to the past, today's farce was just child's play.

"How long until we get there?" Bo Jingyu asked calmly.

"Ten minutes."

He glanced at his wristwatch. He estimated they'd be five minutes late.

"Where... where are you taking me again?" Shen Ximan looked at him curiously as he seemed to be racing against time.

"You'll know in a while."

The premiere hosted by Su's Media Company was bound to be held in a fancy - decorated cinema. They used the most expensive stuff for everything.

Judging from the posters in the elevator, they weren't cheap.

Shen Ximan swallowed hard. This was the first time in her twenty - odd years of life that she'd come to a cinema in a hospital gown. And the place was decorated like a villa.

"Good evening, Mr. Bo. Good evening, Mrs. Bo."

As soon as the door opened, professional receptionists bowed.

"Go with her to the lounge to change your clothes. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes." After saying that, Bo Jingyu strode towards the waiting area and casually picked up the promotional brochure on the coffee table.

Shen Ximan stared blankly at him.

Was this... a date?

No, no, no!

A cold - blooded and mean person like him couldn't possibly have such thoughts. There must be something he needed from her, and he'd deliberately arranged all this.

Maybe there were even traps around here, waiting for her to fall into them.

"Mrs. Bo?" The receptionist looked at her awkwardly as she paced back and forth warily like a monkey.

"Do you use infrared here?"

"..." We're a cinema, not a jewelry exhibition."

"What about pinhole cameras?"

"There are cameras in the lobby, but not in the lounge or VIP seats."

Shen Ximan straightened up uninterestedly and muttered with a pout. "There's nothing. It's so boring."

"..." The receptionist had a black look on her face.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man. After taking off the baggy hospital gown and putting on this lavender evening dress, she seemed like a different person.

"Your veil is so unique. Paired with this evening dress, you look like a foreign princess." The receptionist praised.

"Do you have any sewing needles and thread here?"

Shen Ximan looked at herself in the mirror and said calmly.

"Yes, but... what do you need them for?"

"My bra strap broke. I need to sew it up."

"… Uh, okay, okay. Please wait a moment."

When the receptionist came out of the lounge with the needles and thread, she walked while muttering in embarrassment. "Oh my god. Why is the rumored Second Mistress like this? She has no grace of a refined young lady at all. She's not worthy of the Second Young Master's love!"

Just as she finished mumbling, she almost bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorr... Young Master Su! I'm really sorry. I was daydreaming just now. It's my fault."

Su Minghan looked at her with a smile. "Xiaoling, how long have you been working here?"

"Five years. Why do you ask?"

He stared at her with a hidden threat in his smile. "Fortunately, I heard that remark just now. If the Second Young Master of the Bo family had heard it, your whole family would be on welfare! Why are you so gossippy?"

Xiaoling's legs went weak with fear. "Please don't fire me! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gossiped!"

"Go and receive your punishment. Mrs. Bo doesn't need you to serve her anymore." Su Minghan adjusted his tie. "Give me the stuff."

Knock, knock, knock.

After knocking on the door, he said, "It's Su Minghan."

Shen Ximan paused for a moment. "Come in."

"Here, the stuff you asked for."

She took it and said unhappily, "You really came up with a great idea! It's just a movie. Why do we have to go through so much trouble?"

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't think it through. Jingyu has already scolded me for it. Don't be too hard on me."

After saying that, Su Minghan stroked his chin and sized her up. "But you do look different today. No wonder it's a brand under Ahairui. They really know how to capture people's hearts."

"Ahairui?" Shen Ximan remembered this brand clearly. "Isn't this company known for men's leather shoes? Do they also produce evening dresses?"

"I'll show you more in the future. Come out as soon as you're done."

...

Xiao Shujing came out of the restroom with a cold face.

The atmosphere in the cinema was a bit overwhelming for her. Especially since her seat was right under the air - conditioner, and her ears were hurting from the cold air.

Just as she looked up, she saw Su Minghan coming out of the lounge.

There seemed to be a woman inside.

"Shujing? Why did you come out?"

She was stunned for a moment and quickly regained her composure, pointing at the women's restroom behind her.

"What was I thinking? Hurry back. You're the star of the show today." The smile on Su Minghan's face never faded since he closed that door.

Xiao Shujing was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and quickly entered the cinema.

He watched her back, his eyes showing a wounded smile. "Sure enough, the cold and aloof campus belle of Yancheng University. Is it really that hard to say a word to me?"

Click. Shen Ximan came out after tidying up.

"I'm ready."

Su Minghan quickly adjusted his mood, pursed his lips, and walked over.

"Jingyu is waiting by the door. Hurry in."

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