Chapter 190 How could he possibly be interested in her?
"What's wrong with Qinglan Garden? This used to be your home. Shouldn't you be more relaxed here? What's so tense about you, Miss Sang?"
The man's tone was somewhat nonchalant, but when it reached her ears, she was shocked and looked up to meet his gaze.
Isn't he just asking a question he already knows the answer to?
Although the aunt has gone upstairs, she may come down at any time.
Moreover, Bo Jinzhou could return home at any time.
If they were to witness something she shouldn't have seen, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't be enough to explain it.
"What did I say to Mr. Bo last time at Youfeng Tower? Have you already forgotten what I said so quickly?"
“Miss Sang knows there’s a Fenglou, but this isn’t a Fenglou!” Bo Jinyan repeated himself deliberately, “This is Qinglan Garden…”
Sang Ruo was speechless for a moment.
"Let me guess, Miss Sang, are you afraid that your ex-husband will see something he shouldn't see?"
Bo Jinyan's hand around her waist suddenly tightened, and his tone of voice became extremely ambiguous.
At that moment, Sang Ruo suddenly recalled the words Fang Jiayu had just said to her, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in her heart for no reason.
“Mr. Bo, Miss Fang came to Youfeng Tower to see me today.”
Upon hearing this, the man in front of him suddenly paused for a moment.
He suddenly released her and walked towards the sofa: "What did she want to do with you?"
really.
Only talking about that woman could make him temporarily stop pursuing her.
Sang Ruo walked over with light steps, her tone somewhat nonchalant: "What else could she want from me? It's either for you or for Linlin's sake."
Sang Ruo originally intended to sit opposite him, but Bo Jinyan casually patted the sofa next to her and said, "Come here."
Sang Ruo suddenly stopped in her tracks.
After a moment of contemplation, she finally walked towards him.
She deliberately lowered her voice slightly, speaking at a volume only the two of them could hear: "Miss Fang told me personally today that she wants both a man and a child..."
After his voice fell silent, he suddenly let out a low, hoarse laugh.
The man happened to turn his head and saw her captivating smile, and a strange heat rose in his heart.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said bluntly, "Don't take her words to heart. Just treat them as a joke."
"Is that so?" Sang Ruo's smile faded, her voice tinged with coldness. "But how could I possibly pretend not to care about such words?"
Bo Jinyan suddenly leaned closer and put his arm around her waist again: "So, Miss Sang, is it me or the child that you care about?"
Sang Ruo's upper eyelashes fluttered incessantly because of her words.
She remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a single word.
This question was practically a death sentence for her; she wouldn't be foolish enough to give a direct answer.
The man beside her seemed to have read her mind, and smiled faintly.
"Don't worry, the child is yours, and I..." He leaned close to her ear and said in an extremely deep voice, "It's yours."
The moment those last three words reached her ears, Sang Ruo's heart began to pound wildly.
A sense of tension instantly welled up in her eyes and lingered for a long time.
Sang Ruo tried to change the subject: "To be honest, why are you here?"
She quickly reached out and pried the man's hands off her waist.
Bo Jinyan leaned back on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and fiddled with it between his fingers, seemingly not intending to light it.
After a moment of calm, he replied softly, "Last time we were talking in the office, you suddenly barged in and interrupted our conversation, which made it impossible for us to continue our cooperation. I've been too busy these past few days, and I only had time tonight, so I took the time to come over."
Sang Ruo said calmly, "I'm very sorry about what happened last time..."
"It's alright, I know Miss Sang didn't mean it, she was just thinking of the child."
Sang Ruo felt particularly warm-hearted after hearing his words.
For a fleeting second, I suddenly felt that the man in front of me was just too wonderful.
Being around people like that greatly increases your happiness level.
“Miss Sang, what brings you here this time? Don’t tell me…” Bo Jinyan’s voice became increasingly casual: “You’re missing your ex-husband.”
Just as Sang Ruo was about to respond, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Turning around at the sound, she immediately saw the man walking in gracefully.
When Bo Jinzhou saw Sang Ruo, a look of shock flashed in his eyes: "Sang Ruo? What are you doing here?"
Sang Ruo slowly got up from the sofa: "I came to see you today because I had something to talk about, but my uncle said he wants to discuss business with you, so I won't bother you tonight. Come to the clinic to see me when you have time!"
Bo Jinzhou frowned slightly, preparing to respond, but a familiar voice beat him to it: "Miss Sang, drive carefully on the road."
Sang Ruo had already started walking, but stopped abruptly because of Bo Jinyan's words.
She quickly turned around and met the man's meaningful gaze, a hint of nervousness appearing on her face.
"Mm." She quickly suppressed the tension on her face and replied softly, "Thank you for the reminder, Uncle."
Without waiting for the man's reply, she quickly left the living room.
However, the disarray and tension in her eyes had already been completely noticed by Bo Jinzhou, who was standing to the side.
He couldn't pinpoint when it started, but he had a vague feeling that the atmosphere between Sang Ruo and his uncle was becoming increasingly strange.
But I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.
In short, he felt very uncomfortable.
"Uncle, I never realized before that you cared about someone so much..."
Bo Jinzhou walked slowly towards the other end of the sofa.
He sat down opposite Bo Jinyan and immediately began to make tea.
"Although you and Miss Sang are divorced, she is still Xiaokang's mother. Even if we take a step back, she is still considered a member of the Bo family. Isn't it normal for me to send my regards on behalf of my nephew?"
Bo Jinyan placed the cigarette in his hand to his lips, then took out a lighter and lit it.
"But I do feel that you two seem to be getting a little too close lately."
“My goddaughter is with Miss Sang, isn’t it only natural that I have dealings with her? Do you think your godfather is just talking and doesn’t need to take any real action?”
After hearing his words, Bo Jinzhou's hand holding the teapot involuntarily tightened for a moment.
What he said was indeed true...
That's all.
Perhaps it was all just his imagination.
How could someone with such high standards as my uncle possibly be interested in her?
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