Chapter 30 Stay Close to Me

On the day she went to Hong Kong, Bo Jinzhou picked her up at Yenching University. Bo Jinzhou had a private jet, so she naturally wouldn't refuse such a good treatment.

Upon arrival in the port city, hotel staff delivered the couple's luggage from the airport to the hotel.

Bo Jinzhou booked two presidential suites in the city center. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered a beautiful view of Victoria Harbour, a dazzling spectacle of the city at night, making one feel as if they were at the pinnacle of money and power.

Jiang Yimian lay on the two-meter-wide bed, enjoying its comfort and softness.

But the phone rang at the most inopportune moment.

"Jiang Yimian, the hotel I booked for you, the staff said you didn't go, what happened?"

Lu Yiwan's voice was different from her usual gentle and delicate tone; when the two were alone, she would show her true self.

Ruthless, jealous, disdainful, and contemptuous.

Jiang Yimian smiled and said, "Bo Jinzhou rebooked a hotel for me, saying I wasn't comfortable staying there."

Lu Yiwan nearly lost control: "Get away from A Jin!"

Jiang Yimian got up and sat down on the sofa in front of the French windows. Her delicate and bright face was full of ambition and determination. "Oh, but Bo Jinzhou doesn't want to be too far away from me."

"Jiang Yimian, you..."

Her angry insults were cut off. Jiang Yimian hung up the phone and stretched comfortably.

Song Zhou sent over a formal dress and a celebrity makeup artist.

There are still four hours until the birthday party.

Jiang Yimian sat in front of the vanity mirror. Her skin was fair and flawless. Even the mole was located at the corner of her eye. It was a very small mole, so insignificant on her cold and beautiful face that it was almost unnoticeable unless you looked closely.

Her pupils are clear and bright, so she doesn't need to wear colored contact lenses. On her face, there's no room for makeup artists to show off their skills.

Bo Jinzhou was wearing a black suit and a dark blue shirt. His features were sharp and well-proportioned, and the expensive watch on his wrist further accentuated the strength of his hands.

She walked in with an air of noble aloofness, her dark eyes staring straight at Jiang Yimian in the vanity mirror.

Their eyes met silently, and Jiang Yimian looked away first, even chatting with the makeup artist.

Song Zhou brought over a chair, and Bo Jinzhou sat down, crossing his long legs, and quietly gazing at her.

After her makeup was completed, the makeup artist curled her long, black, silky hair, then pulled it up behind her head, leaving out some bangs and wispy strands, making her look gentle, beautiful, bright, and elegant.

She wore a pearl hair clip behind her ear, which added a touch of playfulness to her gentle demeanor.

The blue dress features a fitted waist, straight off-the-shoulder design, and a smooth, beautiful back.

Jiang Yimian came out of the dressing room, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The makeup artist's entourage gasped in amazement, and even Song Zhou was stunned.

Bo Jinzhou stood up and came to her. Jiang Yimian raised her delicate eyes, and the strong scent of fir wood emanating from the man enveloped her.

He took a necklace from his pocket and put it around her neck; it had a rose design.

The man's dark eyes stared intently at her, making Jiang Yimian feel a chill. She turned her face away and asked, "Can we set off now?"

Bo Jinzhou placed his hands on her shoulders, and the others immediately left upon seeing this.

In an instant, only the two of them were there. Bo Jinzhou lifted her chin and said, "Let me see."

"What are you looking at?" She pursed her lips.

Bo Jinzhou suddenly chuckled, "The little princess has grown up and become so beautiful."

Such a direct compliment made Jiang Yimian feel embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Bo Jinzhou pulled her to sit on the sofa, knelt down on one knee, picked up the high heels next to him, and held her ankle to put them on for her.

He whispered, "It's windy on the ship, remember not to go out on the deck to play, try to stay inside."

"Stay close to me. If you really want to go out and have fun by yourself, don't go too far. If you get bullied, come to me and tell on you, just like before, understand?"

Jiang Yimian felt a strange sensation in her heart, an indescribable discomfort. Her slender, pale fingertips curled up. His tender care made Jiang Yimian reluctant to hurt him.

Bo Jinzhou's phone rang; it was Lu Yiwan. He got up to answer it.

The room was quiet, and Lu Yiwan's cheerful and lively voice sounded so jarring.

His previously stunned and dazed eyes froze instantly, revealing a deep ambition that gradually hardened.

Lu Yiwan and Bo Jinzhou are both traitors.

No one can escape.

Her nails dug deep into her flesh, the pain reminding her of the humiliation and oppression she had suffered over the past seven years.

Bo Jinzhou's voice was cold and impatient. Lu Yiwan didn't dare to say anything more, afraid that if she angered him, Bo Jinzhou wouldn't come.

Jiang Yimian was lost in resentment and didn't pay attention. Her body trembled slightly as a large, strong hand grasped her tense hand. "What's wrong?"

A deep, magnetic voice pulled her back to reality. The hatred in her eyes melted away, and she calmed down: "It's a bit cold."

Bo Jinzhou draped his coat over her shoulders and took her hand, saying, "Let's go."

As soon as they stepped out of the hotel, a cold wind blew in. Bo Jinzhou pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up tightly in his coat, while Bo Jinzhou was only wearing a suit.

Once inside the car, which was warm, Jiang Yimian pursed her slightly cold lips and placed the back of her warm hand on her cheek. "Are you cold?"

Jiang Yimian dodged his hand and said distantly, "I'm not cold."

Bo Jinzhou withdrew his hand and silently clenched it into a fist.

His eyes were dark, his throat was itchy, and he was toying with a silver lighter in his hand.

Upon arrival at the port, a luxury cruise ship was docked there.

Many wealthy young men have already gathered together.

The sight of Bo Jinzhou and Jiang Yimian together drew everyone's attention.

Beneath the glamorous and dazzling exterior lay utter astonishment.

The champagne in my hand reflected a magnificent light, and the corruption of money and power made the cruise ship feel particularly oppressive.

There are many class distinctions.

Chu Yao, dressed in a white suit, walked over through the crowd, put his arm around Jiang Yimian's shoulder, and said to Bo Jinzhou, "What a coincidence, I actually met Mianmian at the port and we boarded the ship together."

These words eased everyone's tension slightly, and they realized with a knowing look that it was just a chance encounter.

Bo Jinzhou's dark, cold eyes fell on Chu Yao's hand on her shoulder, and he tugged at the corner of his lips, "Unfortunately, we came together, and the clothes you're wearing are mine."

Everyone was shocked again. Chu Yao felt a chill run down his spine and was so overwhelmed by Bo Jinzhou's pressure that he almost knelt down before him.

With a forced smile, he took off Jiang Yimian's coat. "Thank you, Mr. Bo. Mianmian can wear mine."

Bo Jinzhou didn't answer; he just kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Yimian.

Jiang Yimian sighed silently, took the coat and handed it to him, "Thank you, Mr. Bo."

Song Zhou reached out and took it, not daring to say anything.

Bo Jinzhou reached out to pull her over, but Lu Yiwan suddenly appeared and took his arm. "Jinzhou, you're here."

She smiled like a flower and said gently to Jiang Yimian, "Mianmian, you look so beautiful today."

The jealousy deep inside me almost got out of control.

What she hated most was Jiang Yimian's flawless face.