"That's fine."
Shen Ximan didn't even spare an extra glance and turned to enter the house.
"Wait." Bo Siming broke free and shouted loudly.
Bo Jingming glared at him. "What are you up to again!"
"I just want to get a contact. Don't be so nervous, sir."
Saying that, he trotted over, feeling for his phone in his pocket.
Just as he was about to touch it, Shen Ximan quickly stopped him.
"Master Bo, what are you doing?"
She suddenly pushed his body.
Bo Siming was stunned. "Ms. Wen, your reaction is a bit over the top, isn't it?"
"I just want to ask for your contact information. Besides, it's broad daylight, and your bodyguards are so capable. I can't do anything to you."
A Ting frowned unhappily and was rather annoyed by his rude tone.
"Why should I give it to you?"
Seeing that he didn't reach for his pocket anymore, Shen Ximan felt a bit relieved.
If Bo Siming found out that the medicine bottle in his pocket was missing, he would surely search everywhere when they left later.
It was only a matter of time before it was discovered.
She had to get that thing today.
As long as it could prove her innocence, she would be willing to go through fire and water.
"Come on," Bo Siming felt a bit humiliated. "We'll have many more cooperation opportunities in the future. It'll be much more convenient to have a contact!"
Seeing that he was being a bit pushy, Bo Jingming said, "Apologize quickly!"
"Why should I apologize? I mean, Ms. Wen..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was forcibly pulled back by Bo Jingming.
Taking this opportunity, Shen Ximan quickly slipped away.
Entangling with them any longer would do her no good, because she was afraid that her anger would get the better of her and she might beat him up.
With her enemy right in front of her, she had to learn to hold back.
"Father, why did you pull me back!"
Bo Siming looked back, but the two people who had been so close just now were long gone.
"Are you still asking? What did I ask you to do today?"
Bo Jingming was so angry that his face turned dark. "You're more of a hindrance than a help! Why did you provoke A Hairui for no reason? If you make an enemy of them, I don't know how the Bo family can stay in Yancheng!"
He shrugged indifferently. "It's not as serious as you said. I have a way to solve it. You shouldn't have stopped me just now! Otherwise, I would have already got her contact information. Maybe she'll even become my wife in the future."
"Rascal!"
This loud scolding made Bo Jingming tremble.
"Go to the yard with me right now and transplant the flower. Don't talk to me until you're done. Otherwise, if you say one more word, you can run back on your own today."
Bo Jingming got into the car with a gloomy face and slammed the door shut.
"Why are you being so mean to me?"
Steward Sun took the opportunity to smooth things over. "Master Bo, let's go to the yard to do the work first. You two should calm down."
"Need you tell me?"
Bo Siming rolled his eyes and reluctantly went to the yard.
Seeing the thriving potted shrubby mallow, he sneered contemptuously.
"It's just a potted flower. Why make such a fuss about it?"
"Master Bo, this potted flower has been growing in the villa for more than ten years. It was planted by the mistress herself before her death, and it was her favorite flower."
"......Planted by mother?"
Bo Siming glanced at Bo Jingming not far behind him.
He was still sitting in the driver's seat, sulking with a gloomy face.
"Then why do we need to transplant it? Why not just keep growing it?"
Steward Sun shook his head. "It's growing too vigorously. If we don't transplant it now, the whole plant will rot from the roots. Without the master's permission all these years, I've been trying my best to take care of it."
"Do we still have a spare key to the villa?"
"Yes, but... What do you need it for?"
He looked at Bo Siming blankly.
"Father will go abroad in a while. I want to come and see the flower planted by mother from time to time. Consider it my way of showing filial piety."
Steward Sun was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
He had thought that Master Bo was a stubborn and unruly person, but he didn't expect that he had been touched by the story of the master and the mistress. It was really heart - warming!
"Wait a minute. I'll go get it right away!"
Bo Siming watched his back and spat at the potted flower.
"What a fool. Believe whatever I say."
The reason he wanted the key was nothing more than to get closer to Wen Jinrui.
Another reason was to burn this so - called shrubby mallow to the ground.
Bo Jingming had been so heartless as to leave him when he was a child and go abroad alone. He had never fulfilled his responsibility as a father.
Now he still wanted him to show filial piety?
It was just nonsense.
An hour later, Shen Ximan saw the black car leave through the window. Then she immediately asked A Ting to find the medicine bottle in the grass.
"For angina and nervousness? Why is he carrying this medicine?"
She opened the bottle cap and took a light sniff.
There was a very special and not - so - pleasant smell.
"Ms. Shen, I have a hypothetical idea. I'm not sure if I should say it or not."
Shen Ximan looked at A Ting. "Go ahead."
"Maybe this belongs to Old Master Bo?"
Her pupils shrank. "You mean... Grandpa took this medicine before the cooperation meeting? Or maybe he had a heart problem before he was framed?"
"This is just my personal assumption. Please consider it carefully."
A Ting bowed to show his overstepping.
Shen Ximan couldn't recover from the shock for a long time.
One reason was that the authenticity of this conjecture was almost certain. The other reason was that she was terrified of Bo Siming. There must be something wrong with his mind.
A grandson trying to harm his own grandfather.
And then pinning this crime on her to make her take the blame!
The hand holding the bottle trembled with anger, but most of her emotions turned into a hazy mist in her eyes. She felt indignant and heart - broken for Bo Yanhai.
"Bo Siming, you won't be able to escape my grasp!"
In the car, Bo Jingming rummaged through his pockets everywhere. After searching carefully several times, that thing was indeed gone.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"Did you see the medicine bottle I showed you today?"
Bo Siming looked calmly ahead while driving. "No."
"Strange. I clearly put it in my coat..."
At this point, Bo Jingming immediately remembered that he had draped his coat on the car door just now. Then he cast a suspicious look at Bo Siming.
"I'll ask you one more time. Are you sure you didn't see it?"
"Really not! You don't suspect me, do you?"
He hesitated for a few seconds, half - believing and half - doubting. "Pull over."
Bo Siming's heart was about to jump out of his throat.
He should have transferred the thing to the trunk earlier. He had been so focused on Wen Jinrui's matter just now that he had forgotten such an important thing. If the bottle in his pocket were to be exposed, then...
Suddenly, his body tensed up, his eyes stared blankly, and his hand on his suit pocket didn't feel the bulge.
Screech—
A sudden hard brake almost made Bo Jingming's head hit the car window.
"Can you be more careful!"
Bo Siming swallowed hard. "Father, it probably fell in the car. Let's look for it quickly. This thing should be quite important to you."