"Do you have any plans this afternoon?" Su Minghan asked, with one hand in his pocket.
Tian Danni shook her head. "No, I don't."
"Come and have a drink with me tonight," he said casually, as if the pent - up sorrow in his heart had no impact on him at all.
She could tell that he was forcing himself to hold back, but she didn't expose him.
"Okay."
Su Minghan bared his teeth and trotted towards the underground parking lot. "I'm starving. I might as well be a woman in my next life and find a rich sugar daddy!"
"Sure, I'll support you," Tian Danni said, following behind with her hands on her hips.
He thought she was joking and smiled innocently. "It's a deal then."
"You support me in the next life."
After saying that, he walked away directly, leaving only a fading back.
She watched his back and murmured as her smile gradually faded.
"It seems that in this life, you'll still choose Xiao Shujing."
At Bo's Group, Bo Jingming suddenly appeared in the meeting room.
"Father? Why are you here?" Bo Siming stood up in a daze.
"Come out with me."
"But the meeting..."
His anger flared up even more.
His irresistible tone made everyone present tremble.
"Get out here!"
Bo Siming swallowed hard and followed him out without saying a word.
As soon as he stepped into the office, he was slapped by his father.
A man's slap is usually powerful. This one sent him staggering back a few steps and almost made him fall onto the sofa.
"Have I ever told you not to get involved with the Shen family?"
Bo Siming froze and stared at his father in shock.
No one knew about this except the warden in the detention center.
Could there be a spy who leaked this information?
"Shen Yuliang is really thick - skinned, asking me for money! Tell me, did you promise him something in private?"
Bo Jingming's eyes seemed to be sharp blades. A simple glance could cut people to pieces.
"Father, I don't quite understand what you're talking about."
"Still arguing with me, huh?"
He threw the contract from his briefcase onto the table. There, in black and white with a fingerprint, were the three characters of his name, Bo Siming.
"Are you the one who agreed to the monthly expenditure of three hundred thousand?"
Only then did Bo Siming realize what was going on.
It wasn't someone betraying him. It was that sneaky and ungrateful Shen Yuliang who stabbed him in the back again!
Sure enough, you can never satisfy a dog.
He thought that as long as he gave Shen Yuliang what he wanted, Shen would work hard for him and make full use of his remaining value. But he never expected such an unexpected result.
"...Yes, father."
With the evidence right in front of him, Bo Siming had no way to refute.
"You're really my good son!"
Bo Jingming was so angry that he plopped down on his chair, breathing heavily.
"They're all a bunch of heartless snakes and rats. They're so used to being like dog - skin plasters that they even dare to have ideas about our Bo's Group. It seems I have to step in and solve this myself," he said, gradually calming down after getting his emotions in check.
"No!"
Bo Siming realized his hasty tone and quickly added, "I can handle my own affairs. You don't need to worry."
After all, he was the father of his children.
Bo Jingming could easily tell from his every move and his dodging eyes that he was hiding something.
He stood up and walked closer to him, his tone a bit threatening.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
"No," Bo Siming was determined not to say anything.
"Look into my eyes and say it again. Are you really not hiding anything?"
His eyes were filled with uneasiness. "Really not."
Bo Jingming sighed deeply. "Okay, it's better if you're not."
After all, the child wasn't raised by him since childhood. It was normal for there to be a gap and for him not to want to confide in his father.
He didn't want to force him to tell the truth because it wouldn't help strengthen their family bond. Instead, it would only make things worse.
"Siming, you're the eldest son of our family. You should understand my good intentions. That slap just now was due to my out - of - control emotions. It's my fault. I'm sorry," Bo Jingming said in a softer tone.
"...It's okay."
On the surface, Bo Siming was calm, but in fact, his nose had already turned sour.
He was already thirty years old and still so emotionally sensitive that he wanted to cry. If others guessed his thoughts, they would surely laugh at him.
But he was really both sad and happy.
After all these years, he finally felt closer to his father. Even though he was slapped hard, he didn't feel the pain.
"How are you going to solve the problem with the Shen family?"
Bo Siming quickly snapped back to reality. "The equity issue has been settled. As long as we introduce some insignificant small projects, the Shen's company will soon start operating, and there won't be a problem with the increase in revenue."
"The monthly expenditure of three hundred thousand is just me pitying them for having nowhere to live. I'll make a decision when necessary."
Bo Jingming nodded in agreement. "That's the only way for now."
"But we must never let the paparazzi or other irrelevant people know about this. The incident with Shen Ximan has already severely damaged Bo's Group. I don't want any other scandals to be exposed."
"Don't worry, father. I'll arrange it properly."
He sighed wearily. "Why haven't I seen Jingyu?"
Bo Siming paused. "I heard from the company staff that he went to find Li Rui."
"What's the point of dealing with such a person? It's just a waste of effort," Bo Jingming frowned unhappily. "Since we've signed a cooperation agreement with A Hailui, we should interact with them more."
Hearing this, Bo Siming immediately smiled brightly, trying to please his father.
"I'll go. Maybe my younger brother is busy designing a wedding dress for his fiancée. I'm quite familiar with the representative Yan over there. This meeting here will end soon."
Bo Jingming thought for a while and then agreed.
"Okay. Pay attention to your words and use your brain more."
Bo Siming accompanied him out, nodding with a smile.
As soon as he saw this "big Buddha" off, his smile disappeared instantly.
He took out his phone and made a call.
"Come and pick me up in five minutes. Bring more people."
At Longjing Apartment.
"This place is so small!"
Shen Shiyu grumbled and complained. She had been in a bad mood all morning and still found fault in everything in the afternoon.
"It's good enough that we have a place to live. Stop whining," Yang Wan said, looking haggard as she folded the clothes clumsily.
In the past, these chores were all done by the servants. She never had to do them.
Now, their villa had been auctioned off, and the company was gone.
They only brought along Steward Liang, who was also relying on them for food and shelter.
Shen Yuliang, on the other hand, was living a carefree life. He was munching on an apple and wandering around the rooms, going from the living room to the kitchen leisurely.
"This is just a temporary place to stay," he said.
Yang Wan and Shen Shiyu perked up their ears and their eyes lit up.
"What do you mean?"