Chapter 18 Mr. Bo, thank you for the hospitality.

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Jiang Siyu crossed her arms and leaned back: "What's the meaning behind this?"

Ji Yanheng blushed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Siyu was like the alluring, lingering mist of dawn.

"I," he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his hands. Just as he mustered up the courage to say the love that had been four years overdue, a scream came from behind him.

"ah!!!"

The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jiang Yiruan staring at her feet, her face pale.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yanheng asked her.

Jiang Yi pouted, her hand gripping Ji Yanheng's hand tightly as if it were a lifeline:

"I think something just brushed past my foot."

Upon hearing this, almost instinctively everyone present lowered their heads to search for something on the ground, but found nothing.

A hint of doubt flashed in Ji Yanheng's eyes, "Are you mistaken?"

"Perhaps..." Jiang Yiruan herself showed a doubtful expression, but her pale face and the cold sweat on her forehead still revealed that she was quite frightened.

Seeing that everyone's attention was on Jiang Yiruan, Bo Siye slowly stopped swirling his teacup.

He almost had to sacrifice his clothes.

Feeling the probing gazes from the other diners around her, Jiang Siyu's already dwindled patience.

"Ji Yanheng, you're disturbing everyone's meal," she said coldly.

"I'm sorry." Ji Yanheng turned his attention back to Jiang Siyu, but unexpectedly met her cold gaze.

Suddenly realizing that Jiang Yiruan's hand was still gripping his arm, Ji Yanheng quickly pried her hand off.

"Ayu, how about we have a meal together sometime?"

"Let's talk about it another day." Noticing that the waiter had already brought the dishes over, Jiang Siyu didn't want to get entangled with Ji Yanheng and the others anymore.

She urged, "I'm going to eat now, you go and do your thing."

At this point, anyone could tell that Jiang Siyu was trying to get rid of them.

Ji Yanheng pursed his lips, somewhat reluctant to leave.

Mainly, he was worried about Jiang Siyu being alone with Bo Siye.

The Bo Siye he knew was just as rumored: cold, sharp-tongued, and sinister—a businessman with only profit in his eyes.

With Bo Siye in this position, there will never be a shortage of people trying to take shortcuts to get close to him.

As far as Ji Yanheng knew, none of those people had ever succeeded, and none of them had a good ending.

Being blacklisted by the industry is just the most basic punishment; being disgraced and scorned by those around you is the norm.

Therefore, no matter how glamorous this shortcut may be, no one has dared to take it again, not even a single step.

Yet this ruthless beast shed all his sharp edges and sat before Jiang Siyu like a gentle gentleman, chatting and laughing with her.

This made Ji Yanheng feel wary and on guard.

He wanted to stay and stay by Jiang Siyu's side.

"Aheng, let's go. Don't disturb my sister and President Bo." Jiang Yiruan gently tugged at Ji Yanheng's sleeve, reminding him softly and considerately.

Only then did Ji Yanheng realize that he hadn't come here alone.

He took a deep breath and had no choice but to suppress his idea of ​​staying to keep Jiang Siyu company.

He reluctantly left only after the waiter had served the dishes to the table.

As soon as they left, Jiang Siyu felt that the air around her was much better.

She glanced at the dishes on the table; they were all Jiang Siyu's favorites.

"Mr. Bo," she began, "let's start eating."

"Okay." Bo Siye responded, quietly eating while glancing at Jiang Siyu every now and then.

Seeing her calm expression, it seemed that she was not affected at all by the unexpressed feelings of Ji Yanheng.

Was it that he didn't expect Ji Yanheng to say something, or did he simply not care?

Bo Siye pondered in his heart, his probing gaze unconsciously lingering on her for a long time.

Two years had passed, and his Ayu didn't seem to have changed much.

Beneath her thin eyelids, a pair of large, bright phoenix eyes resembled a night sky filled with stars, captivating all who looked upon them.

Her high, straight nose wrinkled from eating spicy food, giving her usually cool and aloof face a rare touch of delicate charm and liveliness.

Especially...

Bo Siye's gaze slowly moved downwards, involuntarily landing on her parting lips.

A clear and lustrous red.

They look very approachable.

Indeed, it's very easy to kiss... Bo Siye's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

"President Bo?" Jiang Siyu swallowed the food in her mouth and suddenly spoke. Bo Siye seemed to come back to his senses and hummed in response.

The next moment, Jiang Siyu said with a smile, "The dishes are on the table."

So there's no need to stare at her with such 'greedy' eyes.

Realizing what he had just done, Bo Siye abruptly withdrew his gaze as if fleeing.

"I'm sorry," he said, restraining himself.

Jiang Siyu lifted her eyelids and glanced at it, asking casually:

"The way President Bo looked at me just now was very similar to how my girlfriend looked at me,"

She paused deliberately, waiting for the dark glint in Bo Siye's eyes to flicker before slowly uttering the remaining two words.

"Old friend."

"Is that so?" Bo Siye's mind was in complete turmoil, but he maintained a calm demeanor on his face.

"I wonder who Mr. Jiang is referring to. If there's a chance, could you introduce us?"

He was my ex-boyfriend.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Siyu said these words so casually that Bo Siye, who was drinking tea to calm himself down, was caught off guard and choked.

Jiang Siyu smiled and handed him a tissue: "President Bo, why are you reacting so strongly? It's not because you are me..."

"I'm not." Bo Siye denied it before Jiang Siyu could finish speaking.

"I am not your ex-boyfriend."

"Oh." Jiang Siyu shrugged. "I didn't think that way. Mr. Bo, there's no need to get agitated."

She rested her chin on her hand, her smile gentle and captivating, yet Bo Siye felt a chill run down his spine.

"But Mr. Bo thinks, are there really people in the world who are completely unrelated but look almost exactly alike?"

Bo Siye was prepared for this question.

"There are many such examples. If President Jiang searches online, he will find many people who are unrelated but look alike."

“That’s true.” Jiang Siyu nodded, seemingly believing Bo Siye’s words.

Jiang Siyu did not mention the matter again until she left the restaurant after finishing her meal.

However, just as Bo Siye dropped her off at home and turned to leave, her voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Mu Qingye".

Bo Siye's figure remained frozen in place.

The night breeze gently brushed against him, but it sent shivers down his spine.

Then Jiang Siyu's voice came again: "Sorry, I accidentally called out my ex's name."

"What I wanted to say was, Mr. Bo, thank you for your hospitality."

The nonchalant, even somewhat rude tone faded away as Jiang Siyu walked away.

But Bo Siye's troubled heart could never regain its peace.