"Second Young Mistress, are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"
Aunt Yang stood at the back door of the villa reluctantly and asked.
"Really no need. It's so late. You should go in quickly. It's quite cold."
Shen Ximan was wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a hat. She was vigilantly looking around and deliberately lowering her voice for fear that someone might pass by.
"Alas, okay. You must be careful on the way."
"Okay. You go in quickly."
Watching Shen Ximan leave, Aunt Yang wiped away her tears, closed the back door, and hurried back into the villa. Just as she reached the second floor, she heard sobbing.
"An Ruo?"
"Woo..."
She sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted the poor little girl wrapped in the quilt, giving her the greatest comfort.
"Auntie, why can sister only come to see me at night?"
"Second Young Mistress is very busy with work during the day. You should be more understanding of her."
An Ruo got out of the quilt, sobbing and sniffling.
"Then why doesn't sister come with brother? They used to come to see me often. Did they quarrel?"
A child's sense is the most sensitive.
After hearing these words, Aunt Yang couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache.
"You must never mention this in front of Second Young Master. There are indeed some problems between them, but it's not for you and me to inquire about. Now go to sleep well. You still have classes to attend tomorrow."
An Ruo pouted. "I don't like it when they quarrel. I want them to be happy together. When they are happy, I'm happy."
Aunt Yang hugged her in her arms and lovingly stroked her back.
"They will. They will make up. Just give them a little more time."
A Kun frequently glanced at Shen Ximan in the passenger seat.
"General Manager Shen, are you going back to the apartment or to West Reef Sea tonight?"
"Has Xiao Qi received any invitation letters for the fashion show?"
"No. She hasn't attended any dinners and doesn't plan to go tomorrow either."
Shen Ximan fell silent.
Facing the depressing atmosphere, A Kun didn't dare to say more. He just drove the car very slowly, creeping along the road.
I don't know how long it took before Shen Ximan's voice sounded again.
"Go to West Reef Sea."
At dawn, as the sun was just rising, all the TV channels in Yancheng began to broadcast the live scene of the Juan Yi Fashion Show.
The reporters were all on guard, just to get the latest news. They were quietly waiting in place.
"Have you heard? People from A Hairei will come!"
"Really? That big shot has never attended any grand events. He didn't show up at several banquets before. Not to mention this fashion show, which is not on a very large scale."
"After all, they are all in the design business. It's reasonable for them to attend."
While the reporters were chattering, the receptionist came out from inside.
"Thank you all very much for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this fashion show. Please go through a full - body inspection at the left - hand safety passage before you can enter the exhibition hall. People without work passes or invitation letters are not allowed to enter. Please forgive us for the sake of safety."
Rows of bodyguards formed a circle and stood seriously on the suburban lawn. You could even see several police cars not far away.
Such a shocking and comprehensive security measure was enough to prove Juan Yi's seriousness about the fashion show and also reflected the guarantee for the people present.
Shen Shiyu was holding Bo Siming's arm and excitedly looking around.
It was the first time in her life that she had walked on a red carpet!
Moreover, these men and women, old and young around her were all big shots often seen in the news and on the Internet. Each of them exuded an overbearing aura.
"Ouch!"
She suddenly sprained her foot. Fortunately, she didn't let go of his hand.
Otherwise, she would have definitely fallen on the carpet.
"Are you crazy?" Bo Siming glared at her. "Just walk properly. Don't look like you've never seen the world before. You're such a disgrace!"
Shen Shiyu was so happy that after hearing these words, she just giggled a few times. "Siming, you really care about me."
"..."
Click, click. The reporters were frantically pressing their shutters.
The news about the Shen family and the Bo family was always hot.
The fact that Bo Siming had brought Shen Shiyu out on such an occasion today indicated that their relationship had become very close.
This was the time to spread the highlights and make a good profit.
This feeling of being in the spotlight made her quite enjoy it.
"Eldest Young Master, thank you for gracing us with your presence."
Li Xiaoru was wearing a white halterneck evening dress. The side - slit style made her look elegant and full of magnetic charm.
All the men entering the venue would cast their first glance at her.
"It's my pleasure." Bo Siming smiled gently.
"This must be Miss Shen, who became famous for acting pitiful in the hospital, right?"
Shen Shiyu's mouth twitched. "Hehe, you're really good at joking."
"I'm just livening up the atmosphere. Don't take it too seriously." Li Xiaoru stretched out her arm behind her. "Please go to the staff to get your number tags first and then take your seats in order according to the numbers."
Bo Siming took her away.
"Siming! Did you hear what she said just now? It's really too much!"
"I brought you here to broaden your horizons, not to show off your temper."
Shen Shiyu snorted in dissatisfaction but didn't say anything more. Bo Siming had thought that reminding her a few times would make her behave herself, but unexpectedly, she had embarrassed him again. He even wished he didn't know her.
"Why are we sitting in the second row?"
The staff member looked embarrassed. "Miss, the number tags were all decided after being screened by our chairman."
"But we're the representatives of the Bo Group! The Bo Group! Not those small, insignificant companies. I want to change my seat!"
Shen Shiyu started to throw a tantrum on the spot. People standing behind covered their mouths and snickered. Some even looked at them with contempt.
Bo Siming tightly pinched her hand and warned in a low voice, "Shut up!"
"But!"
"If you keep shouting, get out of here!"
"… Okay, okay."
She was afraid of his look. Her arrogance was mostly subdued. She took the number tag and slowly followed behind him, biting her lower lip in anger.
"Hi, Eldest Young Master."
Su Minghan was sitting in the first row and greeted him cheerfully.
But Bo Siming's mind was not on him at all. Instead, it was on Bo Jingyu, who was sitting shoulder - to - shoulder with him in the same row.
Damn it!
The first row was for people of extremely noble status. It was obvious how different the status was between Bo Siming and Bo Jingyu.
One was the president. Even if he was on suspension, he was still the president.
While the other was just a manager.
He sat down grudgingly and didn't even respond to Su Minghan's greeting just now.
"Your elder brother seems angry."
Bo Jingyu didn't care about Su Minghan's whispered words. He just replied with an "Um" and quietly flipped through the introduction to the fashion show in his hand.
"Let me tell you something interesting."
He pointed at the two empty seats on the far left of the same row, grinning. "Do you know who the seats on the edge are reserved for?"
"Who?" Bo Jingyu didn't even look up.
"The representative and assistant from A Hairei!"
There was a look of surprise in his eyes. He looked up and shook his head. "Impossible."
"I've never heard of that company sending a representative to attend such a venue."