"Focus on driving your car," Bo Jingming said.
"Yeah, got it," Bo Siming replied grudgingly.
He'd never fulfilled his fatherly duties before. Now that he was all grown up, his father still tried to handle him with the old - fashioned way.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He was just as annoying as that old man, Bo Yanhai.
Sure enough, as father, so son. They both liked to strike first.
When passing by Villa No. S1, Bo Siming couldn't resist his curiosity. He craned his neck and stared inside for quite a while. He remembered that the car had just driven into this villa. Maybe he could run into the owner.
"Concentrate on driving. You're going to hit the wall," Bo Jingming's sudden words forced him to immediately refocus.
"What's wrong with you today? You're so absent - minded while driving."
"With your current state, how do you go to work in the company on normal days? Could it be that you're also slacking off at work?"
Bo Siming quickly shook his head. "Father, how could you misunderstand me?"
"It was just a little incident just now. You can't judge my work attitude based on this!"
He was too lazy to argue with him. "It's just up ahead, Villa No. S2."
Getting out of the car, Villa No. 2 paled in comparison to No. 1.
The old - fashioned brick color and the listless vines were barely clinging to the trellis, showing no sign of vitality.
"Master?" Steward Sun exclaimed and ran over, tears streaming down his face.
"Master, am I dreaming?"
Bo Jingming patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "It's me."
This man in his late thirties was crying like a child.
Bo Siming looked at what was happening in front of him in confusion. "Father?"
"Oh, this must be the eldest young master," Steward Sun sized him up. "He's really gentle, elegant and handsome!"
"He looks just like you, master!"
"Skip the pleasantries. I'm here to pick up some things today. I'll leave Yancheng in a few days."
Bo Jingming looked at the place where he used to live, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"Father, where is this? I've never heard you mention it before."
"When I was young, I had a fight with your grandfather and ran away to make my own fortune. This was the first villa I bought. Your mother and I lived here before we got married. I didn't expect time to fly by so fast. It's been so many years."
The pain in his eyes was still spreading.
But avoiding the problem wouldn't solve anything. The departed were gone for good, and the living still had to grit their teeth and carry on.
Steward Sun wiped away his tears. "Master, have you made up your mind?"
Bo Jingming nodded. "I probably won't come back in the short term."
The main reason he came back this time was to check on Bo Yanhai's condition.
The company had never been under his management before, and it wouldn't be in the future either.
Moreover, his two sons were now successful and could shoulder half of the company's responsibilities. Although they still had disputes, it wasn't that serious. They understood better than anyone that they were brothers.
Bo Siming cleared his throat. "Father, do you need my help?"
He had his eye on this villa.
Everyone in Yancheng knew that the Xijiaohai area was a place where only the rich and noble could live. Just being rich and powerful wasn't enough to qualify for buying a property here. One had to have a solid status and connections to have a chance to live here.
The Bo Group was a large enterprise, but it was still a bit difficult to get a property here.
Fortunately, Bo Jingming had bought this piece of land before its value skyrocketed!
If he could get it, Bo Siming could easily sell it for hundreds of millions!
"Go to the warehouse in the yard and carry out those paintings," Bo Jingming said.
Immediately, Steward Sun handed over the key.
Bo Jingming pursed his lips with mixed feelings. "Remember to handle them carefully."
"Got it."
He trotted towards the backyard, his heart filled with excitement.
Looking around the warehouse, Bo Siming spotted the stairs on the side. Without hesitation, he quickly climbed up. Like a child with an innocent heart, he grinned when he reached the top.
All these would be cashed in the future.
All these would belong to him.
He looked at the beautiful scenery around him and felt extremely comfortable.
Suddenly, a woman's figure flashed before his eyes. He stepped back uncertainly and fixed his eyes on the second - floor of the opposite Villa No. 1.
Wen Jinrui?
Bo Siming rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
When he opened his eyes again, he clearly saw the woman who had been on his mind. Could it be that she was the one who overtook his car just now?
The sun was high in the sky, and the white lace curtains were floating slowly in the wind.
Wen Jinrui was now looking down at the computer intently, completely unaware that there was a man on the roof of the opposite warehouse staring at her.
"I'm so lucky," Bo Siming murmured. The thought of claiming the villa for himself immediately did a 180 - degree turn, and he came up with a new plan.
"Eldest young master? What are you doing on the roof?" Steward Sun shouted, looking up.
"Shh!"
He immediately squatted down like a thief and carefully glanced over.
After making sure that Wen Jinrui hadn't been attracted, he climbed down the stairs.
"Can't you keep your voice down! You're so noisy."
"… But master is in a hurry to leave," Steward Sun said aggrievedly.
Bo Siming glanced at the opposite villa and changed the subject. "How long have you been here? Do you know who lives in the opposite villa?"
"For more than a decade. I just come here to clean the place regularly."
"Do you mean the family in Villa No. 1?" Steward Sun frowned. "To be honest, I don't know when they moved in."
"There are only three families living in the Xijiaohai area for now. Besides Villa No. 1 and our No. 2, there's also No. 8. I heard they live abroad all year round and only come back for the summer."
Bo Siming became even more curious.
"You're neighbors. You live so close. Haven't you had any contact with them?"
Steward Sun gave a simple - minded smile. "I have no connection with them. Come on, eldest young master. Let's not keep master waiting. Hurry up and carry the things."
Bo Siming didn't get the information he wanted, so he immediately looked dejected.
"Keep rushing me. Were you killed by your big mouth in your previous life? It's so annoying. Don't you think I know I need to carry the things?"
After saying that, he turned around and took the key to open the warehouse door.
Steward Sun pouted aggrievedly.
He didn't say anything wrong. Why did he always get scolded?
Shen Ximan looked out of the window. Apart from a few birds playing around, there was nothing else worth paying attention to.
Could she have heard wrong?
"General Manager Shen," A Ting knocked on the door and came in with a tablet.
"What is it?" she asked expressionlessly.
"This is the thing you asked General Manager Xue to do. It's done."
Shen Ximan took the tablet. There was a short video on it.
"We sent a paparazzi to follow and shoot, but we didn't find anything unusual."
The employees in Shen's Construction Company were still as lazy as before, muddling through their days without any sense of urgency.