Chapter 7 Wishful Thinking

For a whole week, Bo Jinzhou didn't see Jiang Yimian.

Jiang Yimian rarely replies to the messages he sends.

Bo Jinzhou had just returned to China and had many things to handle personally, plus she was deliberately avoiding him, making it difficult for him to see Jiang Yimian in person.

The atmosphere in the office was a bit tense; Song Zhou didn't even dare to breathe too loudly when he came in to deliver documents.

Then a phone call came in, quite abruptly in the spacious office, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Hey Jin, come out for a drink. I just got back from Africa today."

Bo Jinzhou paused for two seconds before asking, "Can you get a date with Jiang Yimian?"

"Of course, every time I return to China, Yimian will give me a welcome dinner."

Bo Jinzhou hung up the phone, got up, grabbed his suit jacket from the chair, strode out, opened the door, and Lu Yiwan, dressed elegantly and beautifully, stood at the door, her hand raised as if to knock.

Bo Jinzhou's sudden appearance caught her off guard, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

“Ah Jin.”

Bo Jinzhou glanced at her coldly with his phoenix eyes, then looked away from her. "What is it?"

Lu Yiwan quickly followed, "I made you some soup. I've been busy with the competition lately. I just wanted to come and explain to you about Mianmian being put in solitary confinement last time. It's all my fault for not protecting her properly, but you know Dad's temper. I... I couldn't do anything about it."

She hurriedly explained and followed Bo Jinzhou into the elevator. Inside the elevator were only Bo Jinzhou, Song Zhou, and Lu Yiwan.

The space was cramped, and Lu Yiwan was a little nervous, her hand gripping the insulated bag tightening.

Bo Jinzhou: "Hmm"

His expression was inscrutable; he didn't look at her and seemed even more indifferent, as if he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

Lu Yiwan: "Ah Jin, are you going to meet a client?"

Bo Jinzhou glanced at his watch, his brows furrowed with annoyance. Lu Yiwan noticed this and didn't dare to speak again.

Over the years, everyone thought they were a couple. Seeing them coming and going together, they assumed that Bo Jinzhou only made an exception for her. But only Lu Yiwan knew that Bo Jinzhou only had Jiang Yimian in his heart and eyes. He was very indifferent to her, so indifferent that it seemed as if every word he said to her was forced.

Lu Yiwan felt a heavy weight in her heart, and her resentment towards Jiang Yimian only intensified.

Bo Jinzhou got into the back seat of the Maybach, and Lu Yiwan stood beside the car. "Jin, can you give me a ride? Uncle Li had a car problem when he brought me here."

Bo Jinzhou: "It's not on my way, I'll go to Jinren."

Lu Yiwan's eyes lit up. "Is Han Feng back in China? I haven't seen him for many years."

Song Zhou had already started the engine. Seeing that he had no intention of paying attention to her, Lu Yiwan hurriedly said, "Ah Jin, I've remembered some details about that matter."

The man's slender fingertips tapped lightly on the central armrest a few times, his expression half in the light and half in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

His voice was cold and deep: "Get in the car."

Jinren Club.

As soon as the door to the private room was opened, Han Feng was singing. When he looked up, the joy in his eyes immediately dimmed when he saw Lu Yiwan behind Bo Jinzhou.

Han Feng threw down the microphone and grabbed Bo Jinzhou, "Wait, why did you bring her? Don't you know Yi Mian doesn't like her?"

Bo Jinzhou: "If you don't speak, I'll think you're some foreign friend."

Han Feng has gotten quite tanned and thinner in Africa over the past few years; he has indeed changed a lot.

"How dare you talk like that? This is called manliness, don't you understand what a tan is?"

Bo Jinzhou, a nonchalant smile on his lips, lazily nestled in the booth, loosened his tie, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Lu Yiwan put down the insulated bag and took out the insulated box inside. "Ah Jin, chicken soup is good for your health."

Han Feng came over and took the chicken soup she had just ladled out. He took a sip and asked, "Who made this soup?"

Lu Yiwan's eyes sparkled. "Me."

She had always wanted to gain Han Feng's approval and was exceptionally proactive in doing so.

Han Feng dumped the chicken soup, along with the soup, into the trash can, saying, "It's so salty it's bitter, it tastes awful."

Lu Yiwan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Bo Jinzhou was engrossed in drinking, oblivious to the two people around him, his eyes fixed on the front door.

As soon as the door opened, he sat up straight, but it was the waiter who brought the drinks who came in.

He was disappointed for a moment, then sat back down.

Lu Yiwan poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and choked until her eyes turned red.

She looked at Bo Jinzhou with a wronged expression, only to find that the man hadn't noticed her at all. Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she took another sip.

Jiang Yimian came by subway. She first bought a cup of milk tea through a group-buying platform nearby, took a sip, and then entered Jinren.

Jinren is a complex and magnificent place, frequented by the wealthy and powerful; her attire was far too ordinary.

But her face was exceptionally striking, and she had a great presence; even in ordinary clothes, she was still a dazzling presence.

The waiter recognized her and led her to a VIP room on the third floor.

As soon as the door opened, Lu Yiwan, her face flushed, was leaning against Bo Jinzhou. The two were very close, so close that it looked as if she was leaning on him.

Bo Jinzhou put down his wine glass when he saw her arrive, and didn't even notice what was going on with Lu Yiwan.

Jiang Yimian hugged Han Feng, a smile appeared on her face, and dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, making her look much more lively and pretty, exactly like the smiling girl in her memory.

"Yimian, I've missed you so much."

"Brother Han Feng, why are you so tanned again? I thought you were a foreigner."

Han Feng: "..."

"This is called a wheat-colored complexion, and it's very cool."

Jiang Yimian and Han Feng spent the whole time showing concern and asking how the year had been for them.

Since his father sent him to Africa to build a factory, Han Feng has rarely returned to China. At first, he would come back once every three years, but in the last two years, he has only started coming back once a year.

Lu Yiwan looked at Bo Jinzhou with dazed eyes and leaned closer. "Jin, I'm dizzy. Can you take me home?"

Bo Jinzhou stood up, and Lu Yiwan was delighted, but the next second the man walked towards Jiang Yimian.

She leaned on the sofa, her red-rimmed eyes filled with resentment towards Jiang Yimian.

Bo Jinzhou shoved Han Feng aside, opened his arms, and smiled, "It's my turn."

Jiang Yimian smelled a hint of Lu Yiwan's perfume on him, frowned in disgust, and moved away: "President Bo, we're not that close."

Han Feng suppressed a laugh, his shoulders shaking like a sieve.

Bo Jinzhou's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air. Han Feng patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "I told you Yi Mian doesn't like Lu Yiwan, and you still brought her here. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"Get them out of here quickly."

Jiang Yimian's disregard for him was too obvious. As soon as Bo Jinzhou followed, she pulled Han Feng aside like a snake to block the two of them.

Han Feng and she chatted enthusiastically, and he even joked with her about why she didn't order him a drink too.

Jiang Yimian: "I have no money."

Han Feng took it as a joke, asking how much a cup of milk tea could cost.

Jiang Yimian drank too much milk tea and got up to go to the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door to the private room, a pair of hands suddenly appeared, grabbed her hair, and squeezed it hard, as if her scalp was being ripped out, causing Jiang Yimian to grit her teeth in pain.

Lu Yiwan's eyes were fierce and her face was vicious. "Jiang Yimian, don't think you can get A Jin's attention like this. He only sees you as a little sister. Don't be delusional."

After saying that, Lu Yiwan released her hand, snorted coldly, and left.