Bo Jingyu never thought he would humble himself before Shen Ximan.
"Sorry, Second Young Master. Miss Wen isn't at home," A Ting said coldly, treating him just like an ordinary person.
"Then when will she be back?"
After driving for forty or fifty minutes, it would be a bit uncomfortable for Bo Jingyu if he didn't get to see her.
In the past, it was always others waiting for him. Now the situation was reversed.
"I'm not sure. Do you have anything else?"
"… Could you do me a favor and pass a message to her?"
His tone was quite sincere.
A Ting forced a smile. "Sorry, I can't."
"Miss Wen never likes messages passed on. If you really have something urgent and need to meet her, you can wait here."
Bo Jingyu's veins bulged. He was about to flare up.
But suddenly remembering that he was here to "make amends", the anger that had flared up gradually subsided on its own.
He got back into his car and sat in the driver's seat sulkily.
The contact information Shen Ximan used to have was already an empty number. When she was still his wife, there was no other communication software besides her phone number.
Now that he thought about it, he felt a bit guilty for no reason.
Suddenly, he remembered the spare number he got from Yan Kun before.
Without hesitation, he sent a message.
"I need to talk to you."
At this moment, in the Longjing Apartment, Shen Ximan had just finished taking a shower.
The screen of her spare phone lit up. She glanced at it and ignored it directly.
"Still acting like a young master. Who is he ordering?"
Muttering a few words, she sat back at her desk and got busy.
One hour, two hours passed gradually.
As the sky gradually darkened, Bo Jingyu's mood was the same. His patience was almost worn out.
Just when he was about to make a voice call, a message came from that so - called spare number, just a few simple words.
"When will you give me the samples of the dress materials?"
This superior attitude made Bo Jingyu a bit unhappy.
"Can't you talk properly?"
Shen Ximan raised her eyebrows disdainfully. She propped her feet on the chair and quickly replied to his message, "Am I speaking a foreign language? Can't you understand?"
She started talking about work right away without even a basic greeting.
This woman was becoming more and more presumptuous and out of control.
"I'll send you the location of the reserved hotel. Let's talk in person."
Just as Bo Jingyu started his car and was about to leave, a reply came. He quickly picked up his phone and saw it. He was so angry that his face turned pale.
"Who wants to talk to you? I'm tired and going to sleep."
In the next half - hour, no matter how many messages he sent, there was no response. Even when he made a voice call, it prompted that the line was busy.
Who was she on the phone with?
Whose call was more important than his?
More important than the cooperation project with Tan Juanyi?
The wild thoughts in his mind made Bo Jingyu lose control of his emotions.
He sent warning messages to Qian Li and Ruo Chi respectively, asking them to send their subordinates to search the whole city for Wen Jinrui's movement trajectory.
He didn't believe he couldn't find her!
He turned the car around and stepped on the accelerator, speeding away.
Just now he was still wondering why there were burnt marks on the gate of Villa No. 2, but now his anger had driven that thought out of his mind.
When the car was on the way, Bo Jingming's call came.
"Father."
"Where are you?"
Bo Jingyu had a bad feeling. "I'm driving."
"At this hour?" Bo Jingming sat in his bedroom and glanced at the clock on the wall.
It was almost eleven o'clock.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
Facing his son's cold attitude, he felt a bit disappointed.
"I heard that Li Rui beat up an artist."
"… I can handle it."
Bo Jingyu wasn't surprised that his father knew about it. After all, there were only so many people in the circle. It was very easy to know what was going on inside.
"How are you going to handle it? On one side is the Li family, and on the other side is Ah Hairui."
Bo Jingming squinted his eyes as if making a guess. "You're not going to discuss the solo endorsement now, are you? Why didn't you tell me!"
He knew his father would scold him for this.
"Father, I'm the president of the company. I have my own judgment."
"What judgment can you, a green - horned kid, have? As the president, you must consider all aspects of the company."
"Instead of trying to solve problems in a hurry after they occur."
Humph -
Bo Jingyu parked the car by the side of the road. He was extremely depressed.
"Father, this position of the president was voted by the company's directors at that time. I didn't steal or rob it. If you have any opinions, you can discuss it with the directors and depose me. But before that, please don't dictate to me."
Bo Jingming was just testing, but unexpectedly his son was so clear - minded.
He knew his position and also knew what to do.
Taking Bo Yanhai abroad for treatment was his plan for a long time, but the only thing he was worried about was his two sons who were constantly fighting each other.
Jingyu had been steady and quiet since childhood, and his working style was bold and reckless.
Siming was an outgoing person who was good at dealing with human relationships. Although his professional ability was not bad, his tricky thoughts were not put to the right use.
The feud between these two sons was ultimately Bo Jingming's fault.
The things that happened back then were irreversible, and he regretted it all the time.
But fortunately, Bo Jingyu was much more sensible than when he was a child.
"I'm very pleased as a father that you can make such a choice now. I was a bit too emotional just now. I've been interfering too much."
"Tomorrow I'll ask my secretary to get the overseas visa. Grandpa's condition can't be delayed. The earlier we go, the better."
Since his father had said so much, he couldn't stop him anymore.
"Take my private jet. It's safer."
After saying that, Bo Jingyu hung up the phone.
In the past month of getting along with his father, they were as polite as relatives.
If it weren't for "Grandpa's connection", they wouldn't have seen each other a few times until now.
Bo Jingming showed a faint smile and stared blankly at the phone screen.
His youngest son had actually learned to care about others.
"Sir, your coffee," Steward Qin came in with a cup and gently placed it on the table.
"Thank you," he suddenly remembered something. "Has Siming come back yet?"
"Not yet."
"Doesn't this child usually live in the mansion?"
Steward Qin forced a professional smile and said, "How could that be? Eldest Young Master almost comes home on time every night. Maybe something delayed him today. It's the Second Young Master who…"
Bo Jingming frowned. "What about the Second Young Master?"
"Alas, the Second Young Master was tortured badly by the second daughter of the Shen family before. The number of times he could come home could be counted on one hand. If it weren't for God's mercy taking the second daughter away, who knows if the Second Young Master would still be suffering now. Not only did she harm our Bo family, but also the old master…" She stopped speaking, looking extremely pained.