Shen Ximan stayed in the dressing room, her scalp tingling as she stared at the business card.
It was impossible for her to say she wasn't nervous.
Facing the former enemy she had once coexisted with, she wished she could tear him to pieces.
But acting rashly now would be like walking into Bo Siming's trap and throwing herself into the net. She had to restrain her emotions and stay calm.
After dialing the number on the business card, the call was quickly answered.
"Are you that nurse?"
Bo Siming sat in the car, taking a puff of his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"...Yes." Shen Ximan pretended to reply timidly.
"I'm right under the big tree behind the underground parking lot. Come find me."
Beep beep beep, the call was cut off.
His overbearing and arbitrary actions were nothing but an attempt to tease her.
But for the sake of her personal safety, Shen Ximan sent a message to A Kun in advance, asking his men to lie in ambush around in case of any mishaps.
Bo Siming leaned against the car. There wasn't a single vehicle on the surrounding roads.
Even the shops in the commercial street were all closed, as if the end of the world had come and everyone was scrambling to flee.
To tease a little nurse, he really made "thoughtful arrangements".
When he saw Shen Ximan coming over slowly, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out. He sized her up with a half-smile.
"Do you know why I called you out?"
Her shoulders trembled as if she was frightened, and she shook her head.
Bo Siming was quite satisfied with her reaction and couldn't stop smiling.
"Look at how scared you are. I'm not going to eat you."
"What... what do you want to do?" Shen Ximan asked with a trembling voice.
"You saw what happened just now. Do you think I'll let you live?"
There was a playful teasing in his eyes, and not a trace of dangerous aura could be felt. But the more casually he made people relax their vigilance, the more terrifying it was.
"I won't tell anyone!"
The pleading and supplication in her eyes were fully displayed.
Bo Siming took a step closer. His long, straight legs were very well-defined. Coupled with the dark blue suit he was wearing now, he was simply a beast in human clothing, a gentleman on the outside but a scoundrel on the inside.
"If you take one more step back, I'll shoot you."
He took out the gun from his inner pocket and pointed it at Shen Ximan.
The men lying in ambush around immediately tensed up. Even their breathing seemed to hold at this moment.
She swallowed hard and didn't make any more moves. She just stared at the gun, afraid that he would shoot on the spur of the moment.
Bo Siming pulled off her mask and quietly admired the burn scar on her face. The more he looked, the stronger his smile became, and the more interesting he found it.
"You really look like her."
Shen Ximan lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
Since she had chosen to be a weakling, she had to act the part to the fullest.
He wasn't stupid. Any subtle movement could make him suspicious.
"I'll give you two options. Either become a lonely ghost here, or submit to me and do whatever I tell you to do."
Bo Siming pulled the trigger and pointed the gun straight at her face.
Was there even a need to choose?
The former meant death, and the latter meant dying of guilt. Neither option was easy.
"What... what do you want me to do?" Shen Ximan trembled so much that she could barely stand.
"You spoiled my good deed today. You must find a chance to take action tomorrow. I don't care if you drug him or do something else. I only have one goal."
His eyes were as black as night, merging with the empty darkness.
"I want that old man dead."
Shen Ximan sat down on the ground in shock, shaking her head with tears streaming down her face. "I... I dare not! That's murder! It's against the law!"
"As long as you can get rid of him, I can protect you."
Bo Siming lovingly stroked the gun in his hand, his tone flippant.
"But if you refuse, I can end your suffering right now. After all, I'm a reasonable person and I won't force others."
Hearing his words, she felt nauseous inside.
How could someone talk about crime and killing without batting an eye in such a high-sounding way? And even think of himself as a good person.
"If you agree, come over and sign this life-and-death contract."
Bo Siming took out a pen and paper from the car, quickly wrote a few lines, and ruthlessly threw them at Shen Ximan's face. His expression was full of disdain.
She picked it up and took a look. It said --
"I promise to sign myself under the name of the eldest young master. If I am accidentally injured or killed, it has nothing to do with the eldest young master. If I try to escape, the eldest young master has the right to take any action against me."
Wasn't this a typical overbearing clause?
She really didn't know what was going on in his head.
If such a private clause was taken to the police station, he would be arrested immediately.
But Bo Siming was a powerful man with many informants in the police station. Trying to use this to punish him would be like sending oneself to death.
He blew on the muzzle of the gun, his tone a bit impatient.
"Sign it quickly after you've read it. Don't waste my time."
Then he sneered, "After all, a gun doesn't have eyes."
Shen Ximan cried so hard that her scar on her face looked even more terrifying.
She picked up the pen and shakily signed her name.
Seeing her being so slow, Bo Siming snatched it over and took a look.
"He Honghong? Pfft, what a disgusting name. Just like your face."
Bo Siming laughed out loud without any restraint, his eyes full of mockery.
"You should be glad that a noble person like me doesn't come across everyone. Do your job well and keep your mouth shut. As long as you do well, I can give you both money and a promotion."
He opened the driver's door. Just as he was about to get in, he glanced over again.
"But I have a request. Wear a mask when you meet me in the future. Don't let me see that look on your face as if your mother has died."
With that, Bo Siming got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.
Watching the car disappear, Shen Ximan shed her disguise and curled her lips.
The men relaxed their vigilant mode and came out one after another.
"President Shen, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Did you record what I asked you to just now?" she said calmly.
"Don't worry, we've recorded everything."
Shen Ximan nodded in satisfaction. "Go back, remove the background noise, and send it to my email. Drive the car over. We can get ready to go back."
Sitting in the car, her emotions were in turmoil.
Her clenched fists turned white at the knuckles, and her fingernails dug deeply into her flesh.
If it weren't for someone's reminder, she wouldn't even have felt the pain.
After nearly two years of forbearance and hatred, things could finally move forward.
Shen Ximan wanted Shen Shiyu to be disgraced and the Shen family to become the "stray dogs" that everyone spat on, especially Bo Siming! She wanted him to spend the rest of his life in a prison cell, deeply regretting and blaming himself!
She would settle the scores with all those who had hurt her one by one.
When she got back to the apartment, she filled the bathtub with water and got in.
The icy coldness instantly cleared Shen Ximan's mind.
She shivered her lips and glanced at the phone on the sink.
The thoughts that suddenly flooded into her mind were beyond her control.
Ruo Chi had just parked the car in the garage when he saw Bo Jingyu rushing out.
"Go to Longjing Villa. Hurry!"