There was no response, so she called out again twice, still no response. She directly turned the knob and opened the door, but there was no one inside.
She searched around the house but didn’t see Bo Yan anywhere, murmuring suspiciously to herself, "Could he have gone out because something came up?"
Should she give him a call to ask?
As she thought this, her body honestly pulled out her cell phone, tapped it a few times, got no response, Yuran was bewildered for a moment, tapped again, and still no response. She began to feel a headache coming on, "Damn, I forgot to charge it last night?"
After charging her phone for a bit, she was finally able to turn it on properly, and it was overwhelming—the phone had over a dozen missed calls from Bo Yan, with call times ranging from a little after six to around eleven o’clock.
Yuran stared at Bo Yan’s name, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. She had never expected Bo Yan would call her.
Seeing so many missed calls, she couldn’t help but wonder, why did Bo Yan call her? Could the meal he prepared outside be meant for her?
Yuran, wake up, how could that be possible!
It would be shameless to think that meal was meant for you.
But if it wasn’t for her, then why hadn’t Bo Yan touched it at all?
Who made it? A housekeeper?
Right, last night, did Bo Yan say something to her?
After thinking for a moment, Yuran couldn’t remember, she pondered a sentence, "The housekeeper’s not bad, looking at that dish, it should be quite good."
After some contemplation, she made a call to Bo Yan, and in a few seconds, the call was picked up, "Hello?"
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Yuran felt his voice was a bit hoarse. "Brother Qi, are you coming back to stay tonight? I got home and saw you weren’t here. Did something come up?"
"Yeah! I’m not coming back, lock the door well, and go to rest."
"Okay," Yuran replied, thinking of the numerous calls Bo Yan had made, she blurted out an explanation, "Brother Qi, when you called me in the afternoon, my phone was dead, I forgot to charge it last night, was there something you needed?"
Yuran asked further, "Brother Qi, didn’t you eat? I saw the food on the table untouched. Did you hire a housekeeper to cook?"
"..." Bo Yan, "Yeah, I didn’t have time to eat, you can throw it away when you’re free."
"What a waste, it wasn’t even eaten," Yuran regretted.
Bo Yan didn’t respond, and Yuran felt an odd sense of awkwardness but couldn’t quite put her finger on why it felt so strange. She hurriedly added, "Then you should rest early, Brother Qi, I’m going to hang up now."
After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone, not understanding what she was so nervous about.
Downstairs, Bo Yan looked at the disconnected call, gripped his phone tightly for a while, got into his car, and drove away.
He didn’t know what he was angry about; was it because Yuran had come back so late? Or because she didn’t remember what he had said? But on what grounds was he entitled to be angry?
What was he to Yuran? Someone who could control how she lived her life?
All the way back, he drove fast as if venting something, and upon arriving at Platinum Imperial Palace, he went straight to take a shower and to bed.
For the first time, the word "like" popped into his well-ordered mind.
If it was "like" he felt for Yuran, then what exactly did he like about her?
If it was indeed like, after having been around each other for so many years, why didn’t he fall for her before? How could he start liking someone in such a short time?
Not like? Then what was he angry about?
Tossing and turning over the question, in the end, there was no answer, and so he just lay there with his eyes open until dawn, eventually working himself into a state of irritation.
The kid at my house needs to be disciplined: I need advice, if a girl you’re familiar with gets close to other men, and it makes you feel extremely uncomfortable, why is that?