It seemed that there had never been an emotion like "indulgence" in Bo Yanhai.
Getting a full score was nothing in his eyes, and winning a school - wide award was considered a matter of course. A child of the Bo family was supposed to do so.
Even when it came to the position of the president of the Bo Group, he never showed any preference nor truly recognized anyone.
In his eyes, Bo Siming was like a robot set as an example.
He had to do things in a certain way, and there was no alternative.
This was neither his life nor the treatment he wanted.
The ash fell on his pants. The last wisp of smoke in the air quietly disappeared without notice.
"The group will be mine sooner or later. No one can stop me."
After Shen Shiyu made a scene, Shen Ximan decided to find a new place to hide. She stayed in her room that day, packing up her things and explaining the situation to Xue Xiaoqi.
She knew all too well that Xue Xiaoqi was a well - known big - mouth.
She had just pulled the suitcase into the living room when the doorbell rang.
Shen Ximan frowned and murmured to herself, "So soon?"
Ding - dong, ding - dong.
This time, she was smarter. She tiptoed to look through the peephole first.
If it was the backup Shen Shiyu had called, she would pretend not to be at home and hide for as long as she could. If it was someone else, she would then decide whether to open the door.
Outside the peephole was a kind - looking middle - aged woman with curly hair, wearing a floral dress.
Shen Ximan had no impression of her.
However, she seemed harmless, so there might be something urgent.
She slowly opened the door a crack and showed half of her face.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, girl," the woman said with a gentle and kind smile, which made Shen Ximan let down her guard.
"May I ask what's the matter?" Shen Ximan asked warily.
"Here, give me the money, three hundred yuan."
She was directly stunned. "Why should I give you money?"
"My husband helped you, didn't he? You should pay for it," the woman said, holding the IOU in her hand as if it were perfectly reasonable.
Shen Ximan opened the door wider and frowned. "Please explain clearly. I don't understand what you mean."
"Wasn't there a man who came to dismantle your door last week? I'm his wife! Shouldn't you pay this money?"
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. "She's out! Quickly take her away, wuwuwu, take her away quickly!"
Before Shen Ximan could figure out what was going on, several black - clothed men suddenly appeared and blocked her way back and her escape route.
She felt a numbness in her waist and then fainted.
When she woke up again, it was already night.
She was lying on the bed with her limbs tied and couldn't move. Especially the soreness in her waist made her clearly recall that she had been stunned by an electric stun gun.
That curly - haired middle - aged woman was most likely sent by Bo Siming. She was still a step too late. She should have run away right after Shen Shiyu made a fuss!
The howling wind outside made the window glass rattle.
Except for the dim table lamp on the table, it was pitch - black all around.
Shen Ximan struggled and wriggled her body, but there was no possibility of escape. She didn't dare to shout for fear of attracting unnecessary danger.
Just as her mind was racing to find a way out, the door was pushed open.
She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be still unconscious.
The smell of alcohol wafted in from afar and gradually filled the whole room. A drunk man was holding on to the wall and walking slowly.
Shen Ximan's heart was in her throat. At this moment, even if she was awake, she had no way to resist.
Gulp, gulp.
She could clearly hear the sound of the approaching man swallowing the wine.
Don't come... Please don't come...
She prayed in her heart.
With a thud, Bo Siming fell on the edge of the bed. The little wine left in the bottle spilled on the carpet under the bed and seeped in quickly.
"Even you are against me," he murmured and kicked the wine bottle feebly.
Shen Ximan even held her breath. She was extremely scared.
She remembered that in the hot spring pool in Huazhi Village, he was like a wild horse out of control, pouncing on her and kissing her randomly.
At that time, he was still sober and could do such a dirty thing, not to mention now that he was drunk.
Bo Siming tried to get up by holding on to the bed, but the effect of the alcohol made him feel extremely dizzy. He couldn't stand up properly at all.
"Xin'er, Xin'er, help me up," he slurred.
Shen Ximan's tense body suddenly relaxed a bit. Xin'er?
Who was Xin'er?
Could this guy have mistaken her for another woman?
He grabbed the foot of the bed and kept shouting with a thick tongue.
"Xin'er, hurry up and help, help me up. My head is so dizzy."
She opened her eyes that had already adapted to the darkness and turned her head to look at him.
He looked like a complete loser. She wondered what his grandfather would think if he saw this. If she wasn't tied up, she really wanted to take a few photos to record his ugly state.
Bo Siming looked sad and murmured softly, "It's been a long time since I last saw you. Will you blame me?"
"Why did you leave me? I loved you so much."
Shen Ximan was stunned.
Love?
According to her previous understanding, wasn't the man in front of her the type who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals?
He actually called out another woman's name when he was drunk, and his voice was even choked with sobs as he said he loved and missed her.
It was truly a strange thing in the world.
While Shen Ximan was in a daze, Bo Siming somehow found the strength and climbed onto the bed like an agile cat.
This really scared her. Her face turned as white as a sheet.
Just as his hand was about to land on her cheek, Shen Ximan subconsciously closed her eyes tightly and prepared to struggle.
If Bo Siming forced himself on her, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide!
But after waiting for a while, nothing happened.
She squinted her eyes slightly and carefully rolled her eyeballs. Only after making sure there was no danger did she dare to open them wide.
Bo Siming's head was lying very close to her. He was breathing evenly and quietly.
"My goodness... I was scared to death," Shen Ximan whispered.
Fortunately, he got drunk in time, which made her avoid committing suicide.
After letting down her guard, she actually observed him carefully.
He looked at least 40 - 50% like Bo Jingyu, especially his long eyelashes and straight nose bridge.
"Xin'er..." Bo Siming mumbled these two words vaguely and then fell silent. He was obviously still in a dream.
Shen Ximan looked at him with a bit of sympathy.
If there was no Bo family and he was just an ordinary person, maybe he wouldn't have such a distorted personality.
She shook her head and secretly warned herself to be sober.
This guy was extremely evil. How could she feel sorry for the enemy?
Whether he was pitiful or distorted had nothing to do with her.
Shen Ximan had to stay clear - headed at all times and not let this drunk guy have any chance to succeed.
Otherwise, her innocence would be ruined!