Chapter 77 Bo Jinzhou held her bitter red lips in his mouth.
Bo Jinzhou's expression was cold and distant. He rejected the offer almost without hesitation, mockingly saying, "Marry you? I'm afraid I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life."
Lu Yiwan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her face turning red with shame.
"You think I'd marry you in my next life? No way. Lu Yiwan, you think too highly of yourself."
The car window was completely closed, and she was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand, and the car drove away.
Jiang Yimian watched the car drive away from above, while Lu Yiwan sat on the ground and cried bitterly.
She clicked her tongue twice, "She cries even more than Meng Jiangnu."
She was thinking of going downstairs to make a sarcastic remark, but just then the glass door opened a crack, and the biting cold air that came in made her shiver.
Forget it, the wicked will be punished by the wicked. Bo Jinzhou probably didn't hold back with his mouth, otherwise he wouldn't have cried like that.
The Bo and Jiang families announced the marriage between Lu Yiwan and Bo Yan'an.
The engagement party is at the end of the month, and with the Lunar New Year approaching, it seems they are in such a hurry to tie each other down.
The invitations were quickly delivered to the wealthy and powerful families in Yanjing.
Autumn falls.
Chu Yao held a bottle of brandy in his hand, with a red invitation card embossed in gold between his fingers. "That scoundrel Wen Chang is even worse than Bo Jinzhou. He actually handed Lu Yiwan, whom he had nurtured for so many years, over to Bo Yan'an."
"Does he truly dote on Lu Yiwan, or is he just pretending? He's so cunning."
The Tan family also received an invitation, but said, "I'm not going anyway, it's disgusting."
Chu Yao: "Then I won't go either, since my parents will be going anyway."
The two of them immediately gave each other a high five.
No, I want to go.
The two looked at Jiang Yimian on the single sofa. She still had a cold and couldn't drink alcohol. In front of her was a glass of coconut juice. Her cold face had a sneer: "If you don't go, you won't see the show."
Tan Yusu and Chu Yao exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with joy.
"Mianmian, have you caught her red-handed?"
Chu Yao was puzzled: "Aren't those things she plagiarized online considered evidence against her?"
Jiang Yimian rested her chin on her hand, smiling alluringly, "Didn't you see she was making things up? She just knew that Bev wouldn't show up. Besides, even if it's confirmed, it just means she can't make it in the industry."
“What I want is for her to go to hell,” she said, her eyes turning cold. “She should also taste the same pain that happened six years ago.”
SM Group.
Bo Jinzhou finished his meeting and was about to attend a dinner party. A group of people followed behind him. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He stepped into the elevator. His tall and imposing figure was extremely imposing. The group of people behind him fell silent in the elevator.
The tremor inside his suit became increasingly noticeable.
Bo Jinzhou took it out and glanced at it without changing his expression.
Short message.
A picture and a piece of text.
[Bo Jinzhou, so what if you kick me out? In Mianmian's heart, I am special. The first assignment she made for me after starting university was a pair of cufflinks. Although the materials weren't very valuable, she put a lot of thought into them. She only had a small allowance each month, and she saved up for three months to buy me two gemstones. She personally went to a workshop to have these cufflinks made and gave them to me as a birthday gift. Bo Jinzhou, do you have that? Although I'm no longer in Yanjing, the cufflinks Mianmian gave me will always be with me, forever.]
His brow furrowed, his face darkened several shades, and the air pressure in the cramped space suddenly dropped, becoming icy cold.
Everyone noticed the change in Bo Jinzhou's emotions and wondered if they had said something wrong.
One by one, they became uneasy.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Bo Jinzhou grabbed the doors with his large hand, stopping them immediately before they reopened.
"You're not going out because you want to squeeze in with me?"
They swarmed out one after another.
In the basement parking lot, Song Zhou opened the car door and said, "President Bo."
Bo Jinzhou got into the car and changed the itinerary, saying, "You handle this, Mr. Zhang, go to the airport."
Although Song Zhou didn't know what had happened, he believed whatever his boss said.
He took another company car to the hotel.
*
He came back late; Jiang Yimian was already asleep.
When Wang Ma saw him return, she immediately stepped forward to take his coat, which he had taken off. "Ah Jin, why are you so late today?"
Bo Jinzhou's voice was hoarse, and he smelled of smoke and alcohol. "There's an urgent meeting."
Aunt Wang nodded and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
Bo Jinzhou's tall figure showed a hint of fatigue. He sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, his long legs casually crossed. "No need. Where's Mianmian? How was your meal today?"
Aunt Wang said with a smile, "Mianmian had a good appetite today, but she secretly poured out her medicine when she was taking it."
Bo Jinzhou could easily imagine how she was doing this kind of thing in secret.
She smiled silently, got up, and went to the kitchen to make her another cup of medicine.
Once in the bedroom, he quietly placed the cup on the table, grabbed his pajamas, and went to the bathroom.
The sound of water came from inside, and Jiang Yimian, a light sleeper, woke up immediately.
With my eyes closed, my thoughts have already drifted far away.
She opened her eyes when the sound of water inside stopped.
The room was dimly lit, with only light coming from the bathroom. Bo Jinzhou was wearing a thin gray fleece bathrobe, the collar open to reveal his muscular chest. His black hair and deep eyes gave him an air of nobility and aloofness.
Jiang Yimian rubbed her eyes, her voice tinged with complaint, "You woke me up by coming back so late."
Bo Jinzhou wasn't there, so she forced herself to sleep. She had just fallen asleep after taking two melatonin pills when he arrived and woke her up. Jiang Yimian felt a little irritated.
Bo Jinzhou walked over, picked her up from the bed, and supported her back with his strong arms, letting her lean on him.
The man's dark eyes were fixed on her, and he apologized in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, something came up today."
Jiang Yimian pressed her forehead against his hard chest, her voice muffled as she complained, "Next time you come back late, go sleep in the guest room and don't bother me."
Bo Jinzhou's voice was low and gritty, as if it contained sand: "That won't do, sleeping in separate beds will hurt our relationship."
He gripped her waist with his large palm. "I heard from Wang Ma that you spilled the medicine today?"
Jiang Yimian opened her eyes with a start, and said guiltily, "No!"
“Hmm,” he said, taking the cup from him. “I’ll drink it.”
Upon smelling the odor, Jiang Yimian moved away. "I don't want to drink it. I already said I don't have any."
Bo Jinzhou kissed her earlobe, "Good girl, drink it early."
Jiang Yimian struggled: "I'm fine now, I don't need to drink it anymore."
The man raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Really? Then why were you tired after only an hour yesterday? You said you weren't feeling well."
Jiang Yimian's breath hitched, and she looked at him apologetically, "Well, that's because it's swollen. Anyway, my cold is all better now."
Bo Jinzhou pulled her into his arms with a strong pull, pinching her chin. "Is it swollen? Then there's nothing we can do."
"After all, it's what I was born with."
Jiang Yimian laughed at his smugness, "So narcissistic."
Bo Jinzhou took the medicine back. "I won't drink it. I'll stay up until dawn tonight."
"Bo Jinzhou! Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to die?"
The man chuckled softly, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. "Then you'd better drink it obediently."
Jiang Yimian was afraid that it would really come, so she had no choice but to drink it. It was so bitter that her face scrunched up.
Bo Jinzhou kissed her bitter red lips, passing on the sweetness to her.
The sweet and sour orange flavor spread in their mouths, alternating with each other. Finally, Bo Jinzhou bit the candy into pieces, and their mouths were full of candy crumbs, which slowly melted and became sweet.
Bo Jinzhou felt a surge of bitterness in his heart, and the pair of crystal cufflinks were etched in his mind. He hooked the thin straps on her slender shoulders and pulled them down forcefully.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
