Bo Siming regretted it so much that he wished he could turn back time. How could he have provoked the Shen family?
"Sir, look... should you compensate for the damages?" The owner of the car that was hit didn't even dare to breathe loudly. But in order to get the maximum compensation, he knew he had to say something.
"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm dealing with something?" Bo Siming roared angrily. His fierce eyes were as if they could kill someone.
"But..."
"What? Do you think I, the eldest young master of the Bo family, would renege on my debt?" If he hadn't been in such a hurry to go out and forgotten his checkbook, he would have loved to throw the money in this guy's pig-like face and then humiliate him properly.
"My assistant will be here soon. Wait patiently." Bo Siming was afraid of being gossiped about, so he suppressed his temper and said coldly.
"Okay, okay, no problem." The car owner bowed and scraped in front of him. But as soon as he turned around, he made a face and complained.
"Who does he think he is, calling himself the eldest young master? Can't even afford such a small amount of money."
"What did you say?" Bo Siming's voice was low as he questioned.
"Nothing, nothing."
Bo Siming sighed deeply inside and still told his men to pick up Shen Shiyu. Shen Yuliang had something on him, so he had no choice but to do it.
At the Bo family mansion.
"That's really great. I'll definitely praise him well when he comes back." Bo Yanhai hung up the landline phone with a big smile on his face.
"Sir, your tea." Yan Ming gently placed the teacup on the table and stood aside with the tray in his hand.
"Sir, something good must have happened to you. I haven't seen you smile like this for a long time."
"Have I?" His mouth was still curved when he raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, you look very happy."
"My second grandson has finally done something decent for me." Bo Yanhai patted the armrest of his chair, looking very pleased.
"Sir, you mean...?" Yan Ming continued the conversation.
"Just now I finished talking to Li Rui on the phone. I learned that he helped Xiaoru sign a cooperation project with Ahairui recently."
"Ahairui is a well - known domestic brand. The second young master has really put his heart into it."
Bo Yanhai was smiling from ear to ear. "There has never been any negative news about this company since it was founded. And almost all the merchants who have cooperated with it have seen their profits double."
"I'm really curious about this mysterious president. What kind of person could develop the company so steadily and orderly? If I had the chance, I'd really like to meet him."
It was the first time Yan Ming had heard him praise a competing company like this.
"Sir, are you trying to matchmake the second young master with Miss Li?"
"Of course. Xiaoru is the most suitable for him."
Bo Yanhai paused and looked at him suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. "What? At this point, do you still want to persuade me?"
"I don't have the guts." Yan Ming bowed his head respectfully.
"Humph! That ugly girl will never enter our Bo family in this lifetime. I will never recognize her as my granddaughter - in - law!"
"After the cooperation project with Juan Yi is completed, we can set the date."
Yan Ming was a little stunned. "But the second young master..."
"Just inform him. It's the order of parents and the matchmaker's word. His father was devastated because of a woman. As his grandfather, I naturally have the right to arrange his marriage."
Bo Yanhai said it confidently, not feeling anything wrong at all.
As the butler, Yan Ming didn't dare to say anything more.
"Yes, sir."
"Don't say a word about this for now. I want to see if Juan Yi really has the ability to get closer to Ahairui. Otherwise, I'll consider other options."
After Bo Siming finished dealing with the car accident, he hadn't even had time to rush to Longjing Apartment when his grandfather's call came in.
"Where are you?"
"I'm out handling some business." He frowned, feeling depressed inside. He knew this old man's call couldn't be good news.
"All you do all day is mess around. What else can you do?"
"What do you mean...?"
Bo Yanhai sneered on the other end. "I just checked your bank statements. You paid 300,000 in compensation early in the morning, and at a cross - bridge where you can pass safely with your eyes closed?"
"Grandpa, please listen to my explanation. It was..."
Bo Siming was interrupted by his scolding before he could finish.
"Do you not want to be the manager anymore? If you don't, just say so in advance! The people below have started complaining, saying that you don't do your job properly, don't fulfill your responsibilities, and just fool around all day."
He was so angry that his pupils dilated. "Who said that? Who said that!"
"You're not even as good as your younger brother. You really disappoint me!" Bo Yanhai's tone was full of blame. "From today on, I will freeze all your bank cards until you achieve results that satisfy me. The Bo family doesn't support idle people, and you know that better than anyone!"
Beep beep beep... The call was ruthlessly hung up.
Bo Siming cursed and angrily threw his phone on the ground.
"The words "not even as good as your younger brother" were like a sharp thorn, stabbing straight into his heart. Even a light touch would cause a sharp pain.
"That old bastard is retired but still bossing me around! Bo Jingyu, it's always Bo Jingyu again! Why doesn't he just die?"
He gasped for breath and swept all the things in the room off. He smashed what could be smashed and threw what could be thrown.
The killers standing in the yard of the villa swallowed nervously. They didn't dare to say a word. If they got in his way at this moment, they'd be seriously injured even if they didn't die.
"Freeze my bank cards? You bastard! Someone come here!"
Bo Siming smashed the ashtray on the table to the ground and roared at the top of his lungs.
Seven or eight people came in neatly and orderly.
"Eldest young master, please give your orders."
"Bring Shen Ximan back to me right now, by any means necessary."
The killers looked at each other.
"Do you mean...?"
"Bring her back alive. Even if she's on the verge of death, it's okay."
He stood in the messy room, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff.
"I don't believe there's anyone who can stop me."
Shen Ximan was Bo Jingyu's weakness. He had to get this woman. It didn't matter whether she belonged to him or not. As long as she was by his side, he would have a bargaining chip.
Ding --
Bo Siming's phone glowed faintly. The broken screen showed that he had received several text messages.
"The funds in your bank card with the last four digits xxxx have been frozen. If you have any objections, please go to the bank for inquiry..."
He squinted his eyes and sneered disdainfully.
"That old bastard, daring to go against me! After I get that woman and take the position of president, I'll take care of you first!"
He had endured this kind of hatred from childhood until now.
The eldest young master of the Bo family, the hope that everyone looked up to.
Although his prominent title was widely spread, in essence, he was under overwhelming pressure at home.
His mother's death had left an indelible shadow on him. Whenever he wanted to give up, the evil force in his heart would drive his body and mind, forcing him to continue on the remaining path.
Bo Siming had tried to prove himself more than once. Whether it was his grades in every exam at school or his successful cooperation with other companies after he became an adult, he had never received the slightest bit of encouragement.