For some reason, Xue Xiaoqi always had a hunch that whenever the name Li Xiaoru was mentioned, Shen Ximan would inexplicably get in a bad mood.
Could it be jealousy over the matter of the fiancée?
"I'm talking to you. What are you daydreaming about?" Shen Ximan glared at her with a gloomy face.
"Ah, sorry, Ms. Shen. I didn't mean to," Xue Xiaoqi apologized.
Seeing her respectful reaction, Shen Ximan softened a bit.
"I've told you not to be so formal in private."
"It just slips out before I can stop myself..."
Shen Ximan sighed helplessly. "Anyway, tell her to send it to me as soon as possible. The advertisement for the autumn new products has been out for so long. If we delay any longer, the popularity will decline, and it'll be hard to stir up another wave of enthusiasm."
"Don't worry. I'll contact her right away and make sure it's sent to your email within two days."
She nodded, rubbing her temples, and watched Xue Xiaoqi leave after the report.
Finally, the room was quiet.
As she was daydreaming, Shen Ximan's gaze fell on the villa outside the window.
Bo Siming and his father had been here before.
Yancheng was such a small place. She couldn't escape running into these unlucky people no matter where she went.
Just then, a silver car pulled up in front of Villa No. 2.
She instinctively drew the curtains and hid beside the window frame.
Bang! Bo Siming closed the car door and looked up at the second floor across the way.
The curtains were tightly drawn. He couldn't see a thing.
"Not at home?" he muttered to himself.
After lingering there for a while, he took out his key and entered the villa.
The lush hibiscus plants in the yard were in full bloom, looking extremely gorgeous. But in Bo Siming's eyes, they were nothing but trash.
Zzz—
He lit his flint lighter and indifferently tossed it into the flower bushes.
"Mother, you've been gone for so many years. You probably don't care about these worldly things anymore. Consider this your son's early act of filial piety. Don't leave behind things that will bring back memories in the future," Bo Siming said coldly, his eyes filled with hostility. "I even have to take care of this myself. Such a hassle."
The flower branches were burned to a crisp, and thick black smoke billowed up.
"E, Eldest Young Master?!" Steward Sun walked in in casual clothes. He was shocked to see the blazing flower bushes and exclaimed, "Oh my god! These were planted under the master's orders. How did they catch fire?"
Bo Siming glanced at his watch and smirked, his hand in his pocket. "I'm really a master of time management. You came just in time."
"What do you mean, Eldest Young Master?"
Before Steward Sun could protest, the security guards drove up.
"Eldest Young Master, how did the fire start?"
He pointed at Steward Sun, his expression a mix of sorrow and indignation.
"This vicious old man burned the flowers my father planted! If I hadn't dropped by, this villa might have been reduced to ashes. You must take him away and punish him severely!"
"How could that be? I just saw Brother Sun come in a few minutes ago," the security guard said, confused. "It should..."
Bo Siming squinted his eyes and stared at him menacingly.
"Should what? Do you mean I did it?"
Steward Sun was so angry that his face turned red. "You're the one who did it! You're trying to frame me! Quick, give me your phone. I need to report this to the master! You can't wrong an innocent man!"
The security guard trembled with fear and looked back and forth between them.
"I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistake," Bo Siming took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "If you can keep this old man from talking, no one will be able to report this."
"O, okay! I'll do as you say, Eldest Young Master!"
Steward Sun looked at him in disbelief. "You're being foolish! We've been friends for decades. How could you side with him?"
The security guard said helplessly, tears in his eyes. "Don't blame me, Old Sun. Blame it on... you not having a strong enough backer. I have no choice."
With that, Steward Sun was punched in the mouth, and several of his teeth fell out. His mouth was full of blood.
Bo Siming watched the scene like he was watching a show, smoking his cigarette with a smile.
"Don't kill him. He might still be useful."
After dealing with this matter, he limped out of the villa.
Xue Xiaoqi seemed to have been waiting for a while, as if she knew he would come out. "Eldest Young Master, long time no see."
"What are you doing here?"
Bo Siming looked at her and then at Villa No. 1.
It was hard not to be suspicious of such a coincidence.
"Eldest Young Master has really been through a lot of trouble, traveling so far."
A shiver ran down his spine, and his guard went up.
What did Xue Xiaoqi mean by that?
Could it be that she had picked up the medicine bottle he lost that day?
Was she threatening him or warning him?
These suspicions made his palms sweat.
"What do you mean by that?"
Xue Xiaoqi blinked innocently. "I heard from General Manager Wen that you and your father were here recently. It's really a coincidence that I get to meet you again today. You're such a busy person, yet you came all the way to this remote place like Xijiao Sea. You must be exhausted."
"However... when I came out after delivering the documents just now, I seemed to see smoke coming from the villa where the Eldest Young Master is. What happened? Do you need me to call for help?"
Bo Siming let out a sigh of relief.
So she was just here to deliver documents to Wen Jinrui. It was just a pure coincidence.
He almost gave himself away.
"I'm ashamed to say that the other day, my father and I transplanted the flowers my mother loved into the yard. Who would have thought that when I came to check on their growth today, I saw the steward burn all the flowers! He's so vicious!"
Xue Xiaoqi pretended to be shocked and covered her mouth.
"Oh my god, how could this happen?"
Bo Siming shook his head regretfully. "I've already had the security guards detain him. We'll have to take him back to the police station for interrogation to find out why he did this. It's really a pity for those flowers."
"If my father finds out, he'll be heartbroken."
"I'm very sorry to hear that. I won't take up any more of your time, Eldest Young Master. You should hurry up and take him for interrogation," Xue Xiaoqi said sensibly.
He nodded. "Thank you for your concern. Please give my regards to General Manager Wen."
Only after the car drove away did Shen Ximan draw the curtains open.
She answered the phone that rang at this moment.
Xue Xiaoqi briefly told her what had happened.
"Sister Ximan, what do you think Bo Siming is up to?"
"Whatever it is, it can't be anything good," Shen Ximan said coldly, her face stern. "Bo Siming has completely changed. He wants to develop his own power and strengthen the team he's personally trained."
"He staged this incident in his own villa without any hesitation. He's clearly trying to show me who's boss and make it clear that I shouldn't be pushy. I should know when to stop."
"Humph, this is really interesting," Shen Ximan's competitive spirit was ignited. "Xiaoqi, help me move my things to the apartment."
"Longjing Apartment?"