Yuran had not noticed the car parked downstairs at her place, and after saying goodbye to Qi Younian, she hadn’t given the area a single glance.
Xie Cheng dared not to look at Bo Yan’s expression, always feeling that he would die with resentment at any moment.
From the rearview mirror, he saw Bo Yan putting on a mask and a hat, opening the door and getting out of the car, only leaving him with the words, "You go first."
"You’re planning to stay here overnight again?" Xie Cheng felt incredulous, "What about your cleanliness obsession?"
However, Bo Yan didn’t pay him any attention; his figure quickly disappeared into the stairwell.
Yuran was waiting for the elevator, and just when the doors were about to close, a hand suddenly reached in, startling her.
When she recognized the person coming in, her expression lost its composure, "Qi... Qi Ge?"
Bo Yan took off the mask from his face, keeping the hat on, and Yuran couldn’t understand why this man kept coming to her place every day. What was the reason?
Yet, it seemed too awkward to voice such questions. She had been with the Bo Family for so many years without any complaints from them; how come she felt so bothered by his stay of less than a week?
That would be inappropriate.
Bo Yan’s expression looked very unpleasant, his eyes deep and icy as they were fixed on her. The intensity of his gaze made Yuran uneasy, she averted her gaze and seriously reflected on what terrible sin she must have committed to receive such attention.
After thinking a while, she could come up with nothing, yet the daunting gaze still hadn’t moved away from her.
As time passed, Yuran could hardly bear it any longer and was about to say something when the elevator stopped at the 13th floor. Bo Yan hurriedly put on his mask, and Yuran finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When three people entered on the 13th floor, Bo Yan moved slightly closer to Yuran, who shrunk back into the corner, staring at his tall silhouette.
Back at the apartment, Bo Yan’s face was even more grim than before. Yuran, not one to try and read others’ thoughts, especially Bo Yan’s, took a direct approach and asked, "Qi Ge, have I unknowingly offended you in some way? Feel free to be frank."
The oppressive atmosphere really was making her feel nervously exhausted.
Unexpectedly, when Bo Yan spoke, she could detect a hint of grievance deep in his words.
"You said you are not in a relationship."
Yuran was initially puzzled, then shook her head thinking she was overthinking. Bo Yan’s mood seemed less intense and not as terrifying.
She digested Bo Yan’s words, looking up in confusion, "But I’m not!"
Bo Yan looked up, his long eyelashes casting shadows on Ruyu’s face, his expression suggesting she had committed some horrible crime.
"I really am not," Yuran stressed again, very seriously.
"I was downstairs just now."
Bo Yan said, although voicing it made him feel like a child who hadn’t gotten any candy, smacking of jealous suspicions; however, keeping silent felt uncomfortable.
Only then did Yuran realize his implication, and remembering Bo Yan saying that Bo Mom was worried about her dating, she clarified without overthinking, "That is not my boyfriend, he is an acquaintance, kind of like a little uncle of a friend."
Bo Yan frowned, "How old?"
Yuran was utterly confused. Wasn’t this about her boyfriend? Why did the topic change so abruptly? She subtly felt something was off but didn’t delve into it.
Bo Yan, "That’s too old."
Yuran, "... Qi Ge, why the sudden personal attack?"
Bo Yan did not speak and continued to ask what he wanted to know, seemingly casual but very earnest, "Why did he drive you back?"