Bo Siming stood not far away, watching a good show. Only after everyone had dispersed did he seize the opportunity to show up.
"Manman, didn't I tell you to stay in the room? Why did you run around everywhere? I've been looking for you for quite a while."
After this endearment slipped out of his mouth, Shen Ximan inexplicably felt nauseated. Even goosebumps crawled up the side of her face. Bo Jingyu wiped the sticky egg yolk off his face and silently prepared to leave.
"Second Young Master, please wait a moment," Village Head Zhong stepped forward to stop him. "You should go to my place to change your clothes first. I'm really sorry about what just happened."
Currently, the only place in Huazhi Village with relatively decent conditions is the village head's house. As for the other guesthouses... they all have open - air bathrooms with just a curtain. If a gust of wind blows, everything can be seen clearly.
"Thank you for your trouble," Bo Jingyu compromised.
"Manager Bo, I'll take them back first. You still have to go and explain the situation to the villagers in person. Otherwise, there will be another commotion tonight."
After saying that, the village head quickly led the two of them away.
Bo Siming was completely dumbfounded.
"Fine, just ignore me. But you're making me clean up this mess?"
Bo Jingyu chuckled. "You're the person in charge personally appointed by Grandpa, and you also signed the demolition contract after agreeing to it."
After saying that, he followed closely behind them without paying any more attention. It seemed that Bo Siming had dug a pit and then jumped into it himself!
The village head's house exuded a strong antique flavor. The sandalwood burning in the incense burner left a deep impression on Shen Ximan.
"Is this the incense Master often uses?"
"As expected of you. Your nose is so sharp."
Village Head Zhong called his wife over and gave her some instructions.
"Second Young Master, Second Young Mistress, please don't mind the simplicity of our home."
Shen Ximan was obviously startled when she heard this title.
"Second Young Mistress, please come with me. The hot water will be ready soon."
"… Thank you."
Bo Jingyu watched her indifferent back, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
What did she mean by this?
Did she default to still being the second young mistress? Or did this title no longer matter enough for her to defend herself to others?
"Second Young Master, please come with me too," the village head said. He didn't want to rush, but the stench of the rotten eggs was really unbearable.
Half an hour later.
Shen Ximan changed her clothes and slid open the door. What greeted her eyes was the sight of Bo Jingyu just sitting down on the chair.
There was steaming hot food on the table. It seemed that Village Head Zhong had specially prepared it at the right time for them and even left them a private space. This considerate act made her feel even more guilty.
If Yang Wan hadn't sent people to forcibly take her back to the Shen family that year, so many tragic things wouldn't have happened.
"Sit down," Bo Jingyu interrupted her train of thought.
"I'm not very hungry," Shen Ximan said with a lowered head and didn't intend to stay.
"Stop," he lifted his deep, pool - like eyes, his voice cold. "It's just a divorce. Does even having a meal with me make you feel sick?"
Emotions welled up in her heart, and a sour feeling rose in her nose.
It turned out that on this meaningless emotional journey, only she had been being self - indulgent. Right, it was just a divorce. He was still the cold - blooded man he used to be, without any change.
But Shen Ximan couldn't accept it. She wasn't that strong.
"Sorry, I have no appetite today."
She had just turned around and hadn't taken a step when her wrist was firmly grabbed. The overbearing strength made Shen Ximan frown uncomfortably.
"Then who do you have an appetite for? Bo Siming?"
Bo Jingyu's expression showed a hint of anger, and there was also a trace of confusion in his eyes. He didn't even know why he would say such a childish thing.
"You said it yourself! We're divorced!"
Shen Ximan was so emotional that she didn't notice his jealousy at all. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, forming a tear - stain on her cheek. She looked both pitiful and unable to control this sour emotion.
She was in love with him. It was a fact.
"We're not divorced."
Bo Jingyu tried to be patient and whispered softly. Her body stiffened, and her sobs became quieter.
"Why?"
"You haven't cured my headache yet."
Such a lame excuse made Village Head Zhong, who was eavesdropping secretly, want to laugh.
But Shen Ximan just fell for it. Once one falls into the trap of love, no matter how many ways there are to escape, there are always a thousand solutions.
Bo Jingyu had her completely in his grasp.
"Does it hurt again? You must not have fully recovered from your illness last time. Didn't I tell the servants before I left?"
He watched her muttering and smiled contentedly.
"Those people are useless. You'll treat me personally from now on."
Shen Ximan was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant. Her blood suddenly rushed, and her face blushed so much that even the tips of her ears were hot.
"What's going on between you and Bo Siming?"
Bo Jingyu gradually let go of her wrist and hooked her little finger possessively. He whispered softly in her ear with his breath very close.
"I used him as an excuse to come here."
He smiled faintly. "Why?"
Shen Ximan felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
He knew the answer but still asked!
"To experience life!"
The heat from their fingertips came from Bo Jingyu, but the softness after their touch belonged to both of them.
Buzz.
His phone suddenly vibrated on the table, skillfully breaking this ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to explain.
Shen Ximan pulled out her hand and lowered her head, standing aside to relieve the awkwardness.
That feeling of being love - struck still lingered, both burning and unforgettable.
"Wait for me. I'll answer a call."
When Bo Jingyu saw the note on the phone, he walked around her and went out.
When he came out, he happened to meet Village Head Zhong and his wife. Seeing their at - a - loss expressions, he laughed very easily.
"Let her eat well. Don't let her run around."
"Sure, sure."
In the yard, Bo Jingyu's expression immediately became solemn.
"It's me."
"Mr. Bo, everything has been taken care of for you," the nurse reported.
"Okay, send me the recording later."
"When should we issue the clarification announcement?"
He hesitated for a few seconds. "It's not the right time yet. Stand by at any time."
The nurse stared straight at the ward door. "Okay."
It was needless to say that the Internet and the media had been making a big fuss about the Shen family's affairs in Yancheng. Even Su Minghan had asked him about the situation several times.
This incident had become even more sensational than the gossip and scandals of entertainment stars. One could imagine how much effort the Shen family had put into it.
At first, Bo Jingyu had intended to force Shen Ximan away.
Even though he had said so many insincere words and hurt her with every word, he had thought it was for her future. But unexpectedly, this woman had come to the village to confront him head - on.
And she had even dared to use Bo Siming.
Should he say she was stupid or that she was so stubborn that she wasn't afraid of death?