The three-story detached villa was spacious, and just the men’s bathroom alone was the size of a typical three-bedroom apartment. Ye Xian groped around for a while, and just as she turned on the faucet, she sensed a shadow looming behind her, dimly blocking the light above her head.
She jerked her head up and saw the man in the mirror, uttering a shriek, "Ah—"
Bo Tingshen: "Scream a little louder."
"You..." Ye Xian turned around, furious and embarrassed, looking at him, "Are you trying to scare me to death? Why are you following me?"
"Following you? Can’t I be here?"
Ye Xian saw the men’s restroom sign, "..."
"Of course, this is your house; where can’t you go?"
Three sinks, and he just had to fight over the one she was using.
Ye Xian quickly washed her hands and turned to leave, not expecting... the man’s tall and handsome figure was standing in front of her, his broad chest, seductive Adam’s apple, and the determined line of his jaw perfectly blocking her way out.
"President Bo, could you please step aside?"
Ye Xian’s tone was icy, but the warm breath she exhaled silently spread to the man’s slightly open collar, slid down his Adam’s apple, and disappeared bit by bit into his wheat-colored, firm chest.
Bo Tingshen looked down at her, "Have you taken your driving test yet?"
What kind of non-sequitur was this conversation?
Ye Xian frowned, looking at him strangely, "No, I haven’t."
"Then you went racing?"
The man’s gaze was deep and somber, carrying a rare sternness, as if an adult was lecturing a child.
Wait, how did he know about the racing with Cheng Zidong?
"Whether I’ve taken the driving test or go racing, what does it have to do with you?"
"Don’t forget you’re an artist at Star Entertainment now, if something happens, Star Entertainment will be held fully responsible."
"Heh," Ye Xian chuckled, "Is President Bo cursing me to die?"
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
The man suddenly raised his imposing voice, startling Ye Xian into shivering. Moments later, she grew even more furious and felt like jumping up to argue with him, "Why are you yelling at me? There’s no one else here; who are you putting on this façade of concern for?"
The last person who wanted to harm her, the one who hoped she’d come to an early demise, was him!
Ye Xian shoved him hard, unable to move him, and ran past him toward the bamboo forest behind the house.
Crazy! Suddenly asking her a bunch of nonsensical questions, was he just looking for trouble?
Next to the washbasin, a European-style faucet was forcefully twisted by a large palm, the area above and below the basin a mess, the overly clear mirror reflecting the man’s fierce face.
Yes, it’s not his place to be concerned...
Behind the Bo Family villa, a lush and dense bamboo forest flourished. Bo Xiaoli stood sniffing the fragrance of an orchid in front of the bamboo, when he saw Ye Xian hurriedly running over as if something was chasing her.
"Brother Ye, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing. Just ran into a lunatic."
"A lunatic? This is a high-end wealthy area; there shouldn’t be such people here, right?"
"You’re young and wouldn’t understand; the richer people are, the more likely they are to become perverted in the mind."
"Ah?" Bo Xiaoli looked troubled, his previously serene pose abandoned, "Then, Brother Ye, would you look down on me?"
Bo Xiaoli: "Because my family is very wealthy."
"..." Ye Xian, "No, I like weirdos."
Bo Xiaoli handed her the Short Knife, "Let’s chop the bamboo together, but be careful, Brother Ye, don’t hurt your hand."