If Shen Ximan didn't satisfy her inner selfish desires while drunk, she would surely regret it after she sobered up.
This was the last time, truly the last time.
After tonight, she and Bo Jingyu would only be in a cooperative relationship.
She would no longer be his second wife, and would have no more entanglements with the Bo family.
"Sorry, forget about me."
Bo Jingyu lifted Shen Ximan's leg with one hand, then turned around and pressed her onto the sofa, deepening this lingering kiss.
The next day, Shen Ximan opened her swollen eyes and blankly confirmed the surrounding environment. It was the bedroom of the apartment where she had been staying recently.
When she tried to prop herself up, a dizzy and nauseous feeling welled up from her stomach. She quickly turned her head and retched beside the bed.
Her burning throat was dry and on fire. The spinning sensation hadn't faded away from the alcohol. Shen Ximan felt like she was about to vomit out her bile.
Xue Xiaoqi happened to come back at this moment. Hearing the noise, she rushed in.
"President Shen!"
"Don't come over. It's dirty."
She stopped Xue Xiaoqi with a splitting headache, grabbed the tissues on the bedside table and wiped the stains from the corner of her mouth. "Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up."
"But..."
"I'll clean it up."
Xue Xiaoqi couldn't stop her anymore and had to go out first, worried.
Half an hour later, after cleaning the room and taking a shower, Shen Ximan slowly came out of the bedroom, her voice hoarse.
"How did I get back last night?"
"You were drunk. A Kun sent you back."
She tried to recall what had happened last night, but besides remembering her own rambling, she couldn't remember anything else.
Vaguely, it seemed that she had met Bo Jingyu.
"Did I meet anyone yesterday?" Shen Ximan asked doubtfully.
Xue Xiaoqi calmly handed her a glass of honey water. "Who else could there be? You were making a ruckus all by yourself in the private room. If A Kun hadn't called me to pick you up, you wouldn't have been willing to leave."
"...Really?"
"Here, here's the evidence on - site."
She showed her the photos on her phone.
Sure enough, the floor was full of liquor bottles, and there was her stupid, drunken self slumped on the sofa. It was definitely a piece of embarrassing history.
"Delete them! Delete them quickly! It's so embarrassing..."
Shen Ximan covered her face, and the tips of her ears turned red with shame.
Xue Xiaoqi watched her relax with relief, then put the phone away with a smile. There was no need to disclose those unnecessary details. If she wanted her to focus, she had to do it this way.
"Stay at home and rest well today. I'll send someone to bring you whatever you want to eat. Don't do anything that will make me worry again."
Shen Ximan felt extremely guilty. "I've caused you trouble again."
"Then just be more stable," she picked up her small bag and walked towards the entrance. "I've left breakfast in the kitchen. Remember to eat it while it's hot."
"Okay. Be careful on the way."
Looking at the empty living room and the breakfast on the dining table, she pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. "After all the turmoil, it's time to return to reality."
"Master, there's news." The killer who had been staking out at the demolished store sent a text message and then disappeared into the crowd.
After seeing the message, Bo Siming hooked the corner of his lips in satisfaction.
"Although it's a day late, there's still progress."
He took the last puff of his cigarette, then hooked his finger at the person in front of him.
"Mas - Master, please forgive me!"
"Shut up. Stretch out your arm."
The killer trembled in fear but obediently did as he was told.
Bo Siming crushed the cigarette butt hard on his arm. "Your brother is the one who made this achievement. Don't forget to return the favor."
"Yes! Yes!" The killer's eyes were filled with tears from the pain. He scrambled out of the South - North Villa.
"All of you, listen up! Show me your best skills. I don't keep idle people here!"
"Yes! Master!"
A large, dark - huddled group of people bowed respectfully to Bo Siming.
Looking at the new location message that popped up on his phone, he didn't say a word, picked up his coat, and drove away quickly.
On the way, Shen Yuliang called.
He answered reluctantly. "What is it?"
"Master, please help me quickly!"
"What's wrong with you this time?"
"I didn't make any profit from the Huazhi Village project. On top of that, I was forced by that Bo Jingyu to do hard labor for several days!"
Bo Siming gritted his teeth in anger. "Get to the point!"
"Can you help me get some new projects? Otherwise, our Shen family's company really won't be able to hold on. There are loopholes everywhere!"
Shen Yuliang was sitting in his office chair, with his legs on the table. His expression was exaggerated and his tone was extremely humble. He was acting very vividly.
"Don't provoke me again. Do you hear me?"
Just as he was about to hang up, the phone rang again.
"Then I can't guarantee that the things you did in Huazhi Village won't be known by Old Master Bo."
He was so shocked that he suddenly hit the brakes and crashed into the car behind.
"Where did you find out about this!"
Shen Yuliang lit a cigarette and grinned slyly.
"Don't worry about where I found out. Will you help with the request I just made?"
"Got it! I'll give you a reply soon!"
Bo Siming was furious.
Having a father like a sticky piece of candy was extremely annoying.
Now he was stuck on the intersection bridge because of the rear - end collision and couldn't leave for a while. Helplessly, he had to call Shen Shiyu.
It took a long time for the call to be answered.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the beauty salon, Siming~ You wore me out so much the other day. The bruises on my body still haven't gone away."
Shen Shiyu instantly became coquettish, with a happy smile on her lips.
At the beer music festival the other day, Bo Siming had taken her to a hotel in a fit of anger and tossed her around all night in a fit of rage.
It left her bruised all over, but she enjoyed it.
"My men have found Shen Ximan."
She sat up in shock and tore off the mask on her face.
"Found her? Where is she!"
"I'm having an accident on the intersection bridge. You go and bring her back. I'll send you the location now."
"No, how can I bring her back? That woman's temper is so weird these days. She... Hello? Hello?!"
Shen Shiyu looked at the hung - up phone screen in bewilderment.
"Why is he throwing this mess at me?"
After saying that, she rolled her eyes and quickly went to the dressing room to change her clothes.
How could Shen Shiyu not know what Bo Siming was thinking? He still wanted to win Shen Ximan over to deal with Bo Jingyu.
But if they really got together, how could there be any room for Shen Shiyu in the position of the first wife? She had to stop them from getting in close contact.
She had to be the first wife. Shen Ximan only deserved to be a mistress!
When she arrived at the location, Shen Shiyu found the man.
"Is it you? You saw the woman with a scar on her face."
The middle - aged man looked at her and then at the few strong bodyguards behind her. His legs went weak and he nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes."
"Open your dog eyes and take a good look. Is it her?"
Shen Shiyu showed him the photo on her phone.
"That's right. It's her!"
"I'm the eldest miss of the Shen family. This woman is my younger sister. She's been missing for several days. I've been so worried."