A seemingly dull and uneventful work environment is more likely to arouse suspicion.
That was Shen Ximan's father. He always acted without considering the consequences.
Or rather, another adjective would be more appropriate.
"A bloodsucker."
If he could take advantage of something, he wouldn't bother to put in the effort. If he could gain an advantage, he wouldn't bother to work hard on his own.
Now that he had been released, Shen Yuliang's top priority was to find someone to rely on, rather than thinking about how to continue running that bottomless construction company.
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman catches both.
Shen Ximan knew exactly what Bo Siming was thinking.
All he wanted to do was accumulate money and his own power, and then find a suitable opportunity to catch Bo Jingyu off guard.
Such a low - level and ridiculous tactic. He actually came up with it.
"President Shen?"
A Ting saw her sitting there in a daze, not even blinking, and kindly asked.
"Tell Xiao Qi to continue sending people to keep an eye on them. We can't afford to be careless."
"Don't worry, I will."
Shen Ximan stood up, propped her hands on the balcony, and quietly looked at the scenery.
When would this heavy - burdened and nerve - wracking life come to an end?
Beep --
Her attention was caught by the black car parked in front of Villa No. 2.
Apart from Xue Xiaoqi, Yan Kun, and the others in West Reef Sea, there were only some butlers and maids. She had never seen any other residents.
This piqued her curiosity, and she stared intently.
The driver's door opened, and a man in a suit stepped out.
Shen Ximan's pupils dilated in shock, and she instinctively hid.
She couldn't be wrong.
Wasn't that Bo Siming?
Why was he in West Reef Sea, and right next door!
"Don't you know you're not allowed to honk in the villa area?" Bo Jingming walked over with a stack of books in his hand, frowning in annoyance.
"Sorry, it was an accident. My bad." Bo Siming put on a smiling face, but in fact, he showed no sign of repentance.
He had done it on purpose just now.
He wanted to see if Wen Jinrui would be attracted.
Looking at the empty window, he felt a bit disappointed.
"Stop standing there like a fool. Hurry up and go in to help carry things."
Bo Jingming took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on the car door.
"There are still a few pots of flowers that need to be transplanted into the yard. When I call you later, come out quickly to give me a hand. Otherwise, Uncle Sun and I might have a hard time."
Bo Siming pretended to be polite. "Are you sure you're up for it? Maybe I should do it. Grandpa is ill, and we can't afford for anything to happen to you."
"I'm not that fragile."
He smiled slyly. "Then I'll wait for you at the door."
After saying that, Bo Siming quietly took a few steps back until he reached the car door.
While watching Bo Jingming's movements, he slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit. Sure enough, the marked bottle was there.
He happily stuffed it into his own pocket. The stone in his heart finally dropped. For now, he had to get rid of the evidence. Then, he would find an opportunity to strike before the old man went abroad.
Through the corner, Shen Ximan vaguely saw Bo Siming stuffing something into his pocket. Then, he quietly pretended nothing had happened and leaned against the car, whistling.
There must be something fishy going on.
She first contacted A Ting to set up a scene for "framing", while she stayed put. At this moment, she couldn't show up.
That cunning and treacherous Bo Siming must be trying to provoke her.
"Sir, sir." A Ting wore a gloomy and depressed expression.
"Huh? Are you talking to me?" Bo Siming pointed at himself blankly.
"Could you please stop honking the horn all the time?"
"So what? Who made that rule?"
Bo Siming had indeed been honking the horn just now. While honking, he kept looking at the window on the second floor opposite, but he didn't see that figure.
He was about to give up when this "framer" showed up.
A Ting replied politely. "No one made that rule, but you're disturbing our master's rest. Please stop."
"Oh? Did your master send you out to bite me?"
Bo Siming played the rascal and honked the horn a few more times. "I'll honk if I want to."
"Hurry up and come help!"
Bo Jingming shouted from behind, but Bo Siming ignored him.
"Sir, please cooperate." A Ting said patiently.
"I can cooperate," Bo Siming said with a lewd smile. "Call your master out. Maybe we know each other."
"She's resting. It's not convenient for her to receive guests."
"What's the big deal? Wake her up! Just tell her that the eldest young master of the Bo family is waiting for her at the door. As soon as you tell her, she'll definitely come out."
Shen Ximan heard a few words vaguely and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
He really thought highly of himself.
A Ting sighed helplessly. "Sir, if you continue to act so unreasonably, I'll call the security guards."
"Call them! Do you think I'm afraid?"
Just as Bo Jingming and Uncle Sun were about to come out carrying a large flower pot, A Ting took a quick step forward and kicked Bo Siming in the leg.
He let out a painful scream.
"Ah!"
Clank, the medicine bottle rolled out of his pocket and fell into the grass by the street. The grass perfectly covered the bottle, making it hard to find.
Hearing the noise, Bo Jingming and the others rushed over.
"What's going on?"
A Ting looked at him expressionlessly. "Self - defense."
"Bullshit! I didn't do anything. Why did you hit me?"
Bo Siming was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. "You want to call the security guards? Fine! Call them. Let's see who they'll arrest!"
"Oh, my eldest young master, please stop talking!"
Uncle Sun quickly stepped in to mediate.
"The person living in Villa No. 1 is a big shot. We can't afford to offend them!"
"You were supposed to help carry the flower pot. Why are you arguing with people?" Bo Jingming also didn't like his tendency to fly into a rage at the slightest provocation. "You're already thirty years old. Why can't you act more sensibly?"
After saying that, he turned around. "I'm really sorry. My son must have done something wrong. Please forgive him."
Just as he finished speaking, a woman's voice came from behind them.
"There's no need to be so polite."
Shen Ximan walked out in simple clothes, surprising them all.
"My servant also did something wrong. He overreacted. Please don't take it to heart, Mr. Bo and the eldest young master."
Bo Siming stared at her blankly, and all his anger vanished.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's my fault."
Bo Jingming looked at him like he was a crazy person.
Could something be wrong with his head? One moment he was angry, and the next he was docile. Although he had to admit that Shen Ximan was extremely beautiful, but he shouldn't have lost his ability to judge the situation, right?
"So, do you want to settle this privately or call the security guards to handle it?"
Her voice was as calm as could be.
She didn't even take the people from the Bo family seriously.
This was the founder of Ahairui, the top - tier company. That air of disdain and arrogance was something no one present dared to challenge.
"Let's settle it privately. We'll just pretend this never happened."
Bo Jingming had been holding Bo Siming's arm tightly since just now, afraid that he would lose his mind again and do something embarrassing.