If Bo Jingyu was eliminated at this moment, Bo Siming could directly inherit the position of the group's president from him.
Shen Ximan would also become his woman!
Everything was proceeding step - by - step, waiting for the outcome.
The loaded gun was pressed right against the chest, and all he had to do was pull the trigger!
He would lose his younger brother.
At the thought of this, the childhood memories flooding into his mind made Bo Siming's expression falter for a few seconds.
Who could have thought that once upon a time, they were also brothers who laughed and played around carelessly together.
Bo Jingyu's pupils were fierce. First, he elbowed Bo Siming's arm, then kicked the gun that had fallen on the ground backward with his foot.
"You!"
Before Bo Siming could react, Bo Jingyu punched him hard in the abdomen.
Shen Ximan felt the pressure on her neck loosen. She immediately pushed his arm away, squatted down, and quickly trotted behind Bo Jingyu.
Bo Siming's eyes were dazed, his body swayed, and he fell backward slowly.
"Second Master!"
Qian Li reacted quickly and rushed over to help.
Seeing that the crisis was over, Bo Jingyu's last bit of strength was completely drained. The bullet - ridden leg finally gave way, and he knelt heavily on the ground.
"Jingyu!"
He looked at her worried and urgent expression and then fell into a coma.
Consciousness was gradually being taken away. At the last moment, the corner of his mouth was upturned because the warmth in his palm came from Shen Ximan.
Beep, beep, beep.
"So noisy..."
The ticking sound of the second hand annoyed Bo Jingyu.
He opened his eyes and sat up. He was the only one in the empty hall. The air - conditioner in the distance sent out a gentle chill, blowing up his bangs that had been trimmed just a few days ago.
The familiar environment, the familiar smell, and the familiar clock.
"Yu'er."
Bo Jingyu froze and mechanically turned his head.
Jiang Ying was wearing a white dress and looking at him tenderly.
"Mom... Mom?"
He was surprised by his own voice. Why was it so childish?
"Were you woken up by the clock again? I clearly told Jingming this morning that he must find a master to fix it. He forgot again!"
After complaining with her hands on her hips, Jiang Ying pointed to the kitchen behind her. "I made your favorite tender tofu and sliced pork. Come and have a taste."
Bo Jingyu got up from the sofa woodenly and slowly followed her.
What on earth was going on?
Passing by the full - length mirror, he was completely stunned.
Why had he turned into a child!
"Yu'er?" Jiang Ying called out again.
"Why am I here?"
She was stunned for a moment and then said with a gentle smile, "Are you still drowsy? You had a high fever yesterday. You finally got better this morning, so you can just take a day off from kindergarten. Aunt Yang will bring your elder brother back later."
"Elder brother?"
At the mention of these two words, Bo Jingyu was extremely sensitive.
"Yes. As soon as he heard you had a fever, he cancelled his classes and insisted on coming to see you. You two have such a good relationship. Mom is very happy. I hope you can always be like this in the future."
Jiang Ying served the porridge and put it on the table. The tenderness in her eyes was like spring water.
It was full of a mother's love for her children.
Was all this in front of him a dream?
Or rather, Bo Jingyu simply hadn't woken up from the dream.
He looked down at his small hands. A sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, but he couldn't do anything to make up for it.
Seeing his unusual behavior, Jiang Ying walked over and squatted down.
"What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood today."
This face that he didn't want to remember had once been a nightmare for Bo Jingyu.
He clearly remembered the painful and struggling look on his mother's face. He also knew that it was his fault that the person who loved him most had died. But when they met again, he missed her so much.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Bo Jingyu threw himself into Jiang Ying's arms with tear - filled eyes, greedily absorbing the warmth, and firmly wanting to engrave this beauty in his mind.
"Yu'er, what happened?"
Her soft voice came from above his head, and her warm palm kept stroking his head again and again.
"I don't want to grow up. I want to stay here forever."
If so, Bo Jingyu would not have to go through such grief, would not fall out with Bo Siming, and would not meet Shen Ximan.
He would just be himself. He didn't care if he was a bit childish or stupid.
"But that girl is waiting for you."
Jiang Ying's words hit his soft spot.
He pushed away the warm embrace. Tears rolled down his cheeks one by one. "She shouldn't have met me. I don't need her either."
She wiped away Bo Jingyu's tears, and with a curved smile, she pointed at his left chest. "But isn't the sound of your heart beating because of her?"
He was stunned and even forgot to blink.
"My Yu'er has grown up and has someone he likes."
Jiang Ying held his small face in her hands, feeling both happy and sad.
"It's a pity that mom won't be able to see my beautiful daughter - in - law."
Bo Jingyu lowered his eyes. "She's not pretty at all."
"How can you speak ill of your girlfriend?" She poked his nose. "You must apologize to her properly when you go to kindergarten tomorrow."
"...Okay, I will."
Jiang Ying got up contentedly. "My Yu'er is so obedient."
With that, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Bo Jingyu wanted to follow closely behind, but no matter how he walked or ran, the whole corridor seemed to be infinitely stretched.
The distance between him and Jiang Ying was getting farther and farther, and her figure was getting more and more blurred.
"Mom, Mom!"
He was exhausted, stretching his arms with all his might to catch that shadow.
In the end, it was just a bubble that burst at the slightest touch.
"Jingyu."
A familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.
"Jingyu, wake up quickly!"
It seemed to be right beside him, both hazy and clear.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Ximan's red - eyed face.
"Jingyu!"
He stared at her blankly and didn't react for a long time.
"Qian Li, Qian Li!"
She shouted in a panic, calling in the person guarding outside the ward. She sobbed and pointed at Bo Jingyu on the hospital bed. "Could something be wrong with his brain? He doesn't recognize me! Wuwuwu..."
"Please don't panic!" He hadn't recovered from the beating during the day, and his fists and arms were so weak that they felt boneless.
"Second Master, how do you feel now?"
Bo Jingyu looked at the bandages and scratches on his face. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Go back to the company. I'm fine."
"How can you go back to the company just after the operation!"
Qian Li stared at him in disbelief and tried to stop him at all costs.
"Don't make me say it a second time." He propped himself up on the bed and tried to get up.
"Stay put!"
Shen Ximan walked over angrily and pressed down on his shoulders.
"Don't touch me."
His head hadn't fully recovered from the coma. Even a slight movement could make the nausea in his stomach churn.
"Then listen to me and stop being so self - willed."
Her tone didn't allow any refusal. It was domineering and assertive.
"Why should I listen to you?" Bo Jingyu retorted stubbornly.