The old lady paused midway, her gentle expression turning somber.
"I don't want my grandson to become a puppet that only knows how to revolve around the family. He should have the kind of relationship just like anyone else. This is something that all of us have the moment we were born. Even if it's pain, it's also his right, isn't it?"
Shen Fanxing tilted her head slightly as she watched the tall figure on the balcony talking on the phone. Ache and pain surged inside of her heart.
Everyone had only seen his success and facade, but they would never know what he had gone through.
Sometimes, she even felt that nothing was impossible for him.
He would always stand with a perfect posture. Seeing him calm and wise was enough to prove that he had terrifying self-control over himself.
"Fanxing, no one is perfect. He can live up to the family's expectations and manage the company well. But that doesn't mean he's good in relationships… Guide him along and pardon his mistakes."
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips and said, "He's the one who has always been forgiving towards me…"
If it wasn't for his strong-headedness and dominance, they wouldn't have progressed to this stage.
She was the passive one in this relationship.
In that case, she was indeed too passive.
Old Lady Bo sighed and added in a meaningful and sincere voice. "Lass, you have to know how to seize it." Shen Fanxing's chest tightened.
Bo Jinchuan had already ended the call and strode in. He bent down and sat beside her.
A fresh and familiar scent entered her nose, accompanied by an extraordinary aura that made Shen Fanxing's heart race rapidly for no reason.
She lowered her head in an attempt to hide her bashfulness.
"What happened?"
Bo Jinchuan lowered his head to look at her, his deep voice tinged with his unique charm. His cool palm landed on her forehead and he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Flustered, Shen Fanxing looked up at him and shook her head frantically. "No!"
Her beautiful face resembled soft pink clouds. Her eyes were glistening like a shy little girl.
Bo Jinchuan paused, his eyes glinting darkly as he retracted his hand calmly. He passed a sliced fruit to Shen Fanxing.
She took it and placed it in her mouth.
The pineapple which had been soaked in salt water, had lost its astringent taste. It was sweet and juicy.
Bo Jinchuan sat quietly beside her with his long legs crossed. After passing her the fruit, he propped his head on his hand and gazed at her.
The light overhead cast a shadow on his perfect face. His features were well-defined and the light in his eyes was all focused on her.
After she had finished the fruit, he asked softly,
"Is it good?"
Shen Fanxing licked her lips and nodded. "It's delicious, do you want to try some?"
Bo Jinchuan shook his head and replied in a low and gentle voice, "You should eat more."
Lai Rong sighed and interjected, "Miss Shen, Young Master doesn't like sweet stuff."
Shen Fanxing paused and turned to look at Bo Jinchuan.
Bo Jinchuan stared at her shiny lips, his dark orbs unreadable. His lips twitched.
"Not really, I'm just a little picky."
Lai Rong gave Bo Jinchuan a quizzical look. Wasn't he not a fan of sweet stuff?
How could he be just a little picky…