It took a full ten minutes before the two climbed over the wall and entered the university.
Su Minghan was some distance away from them and couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. He vaguely caught something about a hospital check-up and the school forum.
"Could it be that Xiao Shujing is sick?" he murmured to himself, but in the end, he couldn't figure it out and let it go.
Now, the relationship between Su Minghan and her was just that of boss and employee. Her private life and other matters had nothing to do with him.
He restarted the car and quickly drove away.
Meanwhile, Shen Ximan, who had rushed back from the hotel to the West Reef Sea Villa, was sitting absent-mindedly on the swing in the garden, lost in thought.
"What's wrong with President Shen?"
A Kun tugged at his tie uncomfortably and shook his head.
"I'm not quite sure either. You must never ask me to do such a job again. I'm really not suited to wearing a suit and tie."
Xue Xiaoqi smiled. "You've shown your face today. Do you think the chances of you showing up in the future will be few? Just think of it as getting used to it in advance."
"Go back and rest early. It's already very late."
A Kun nodded. "Then I'll go back first, President Xue."
A gentle breeze blew, stirring the hair on both sides of Shen Ximan's temples.
She was calm on the surface but restless inside.
Fortunately, she had reacted quickly today. Otherwise, she would definitely have been caught red-handed by Bo Jingyu, and it would have been impossible to explain herself then.
"President Shen, are you in a bad mood?" Xue Xiaoqi walked over and asked with concern.
Shen Ximan shook her head. "I just feel stuffy."
"Are you still thinking about the Second Young Master?"
She could see through her thoughts at a glance. After all, it was she who had personally arranged this trip to the exhibition.
"I've been missing for so many days, but it seems that he hasn't been affected at all."
Shen Ximan hung her head dejectedly and couldn't cheer up.
Xue Xiaoqi hesitated again and again before finally speaking. "President Shen, there are so many men in the world. There must be one better than the Second Young Master."
"Moreover, our strength will surely increase. You will become a person with a higher status than the Bo family in the future. These external factors will only slow down our progress and bring no benefits at all."
Didn't Shen Ximan want to be like that? But once you fall in love with someone, it's like an endless black hole.
Every day, when doing anything or eating any food, she would think of him first. She didn't even want to miss the slightest clue.
"Xiaoqi, are there any activities we need to attend recently?"
Xue Xiaoqi let out a heavy sigh. "Why are you so stubborn?"
"We've worked so hard for so many years. Do we really have to keep going back and forth on this matter? What about the Third Miss? Are we going to keep her in the eastern suburbs until she grows up?"
Shen Ximan choked and moved her throat. "I go to see An Ruo every two days. Aunt Yang takes very good care of her."
"So what? You're giving up your own sister for a man? President Shen! Please wake up. The indecisive you now is not at all like the person I first met."
Xue Xiaoqi's expression was both tired and helpless. "I really don't have the extra energy to help you maintain this anymore. This is not what I want."
Shen Ximan's nose felt sour, and her voice trembled slightly.
"I know, but this is the last time, the very last time."
Seeing her in so much pain and unable to extricate herself, Xue Xiaoqi really couldn't bear it. She was silent for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.
"Just this last time. If you still torture yourself by centering around him, then I really won't be able to help you anymore. I'll take you back to rest."
With that, Xue Xiaoqi helped Shen Ximan into the villa.
In the early morning, Bo Jingyu was carefully examining the handkerchief under the desk lamp.
The woman surnamed Wen's resistant reaction at the elevator door was almost exactly the same as Shen Ximan's, and even their eyebrows and eyes were extremely similar.
He was sure that the woman was her.
The information beside him piqued Bo Jingyu's interest again. He flipped through a few pages. Apart from knowing that she and her mother had stayed in Huazhi Village for a while, there was only information about her time in the Shen family.
The rest seemed to have been deliberately covered up by someone.
The woman who was shot by Bo Siming with a pistol during the fight for An Ruo and the woman who chased after Shen Ximan in the hospital were the same person.
Who was she?
How were they related to A Hairui?
Could it be...
Bo Jingyu shook his head.
"It's impossible," he said firmly.
Shen Ximan's strength was not enough to be a cadre of A Hairui.
Moreover, as a second young lady with no real status in the Shen family, she had been oppressed for a long time and was almost out of touch with the outside world. She knew nothing about business matters.
The only thing he could be sure of now was that there was someone related to her on A Hairui's side. As for who it was, he had to observe for a while.
Bo Jingyu got up and rubbed his temples.
The after-effects of his previous illness hadn't completely disappeared yet. He would feel a stabbing pain from time to time in the middle of the night, let alone have a good night's sleep.
He walked out of the bedroom and planned to make a cup of coffee.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the clearer the soft voices became.
"Check again!"
Bo Siming was standing in the unlit kitchen on the phone.
Bo Jingyu quietly stood in the shadows and planned to eavesdrop.
"There really isn't, Young Master Bo."
His subordinate was sweating profusely as he rummaged through the cabinets in the president's office but couldn't find the information and contracts he was looking for.
"The land requisition document for Huazhi Village has already been submitted to the police. Moreover, that director has been sentenced. Why are you digging up old scores again?"
He was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot. "There must be a record! If it's not in the cabinet, check the computer. I must get an answer tonight."
Bo Siming hung up the phone and stood there to calm himself down for a long time.
If there was no record, Bo Jingyu would never have dared to threaten him so confidently. There must be a clue he had missed.
The wounds on his body from the family punishment hadn't fully healed yet. He could even feel the swelling and pain on his knees clearly when he took two steps.
After removing his thick makeup, the whip marks that hadn't faded yet could be seen on his neck and arms. They were all from his grandfather's beating.
Bo Siming had evil intentions. He was secretly planning how to find a suitable opportunity to get rid of Bo Yanhai and then "coincidentally" frame his good younger brother for the crime.
With the charge of silencing someone, his younger brother would never be able to turn things around in this lifetime.
Scrape, scrape.
Bo Jingyu walked in expressionlessly. The sound of his slippers on the marble was so sharp that Bo Siming immediately noticed.
"You're still awake?"
He ignored Bo Siming's forced calmness and took out a concentrated coffee from the refrigerator. He put it in the coffee machine and quietly waited for the liquid to flow into the cup.
"I'm asking you a question. Are you mute?"
Bo Siming's tone was unfriendly, but he was somewhat worried.
Could it be that Bo Jingyu had heard his conversation with his subordinate just now?
"I can't sleep," Bo Jingyu replied sullenly.
"Can't sleep but still drinking coffee to refresh yourself. I think you're just too idle since your position as president has been suspended and you have nothing to do in the company."
He sneered. "But it's good to be idle. That position never belonged to you anyway."