Chapter Fifteen: Pressing the person down hard into the seat
Xu Bozhou stopped behind Yan Mingshen and put his arm around Yan Mingshen's shoulder without any hesitation.
"Xu Bozhou?"
Yan Mingshen's hand, gripping the contract, suddenly turned white: "What are you doing here?"
Xu Bozhou didn't reply, his fox-like eyes narrowing as he scanned the contract on the table, his tone mocking:
"Young Master Yan, you've really made something of yourself."
"Xu Bozhou".
Yan Mingshen pulled his hand away, his face visibly darkening.
"You even want to meddle in other people's family affairs?"
"Household chores?"
Xu Bozhou chuckled, raised his hand and loosened his tie, opening his collar even wider.
He glanced down at Su Xiao's hand, which was gripping the tablecloth tightly, and raised an eyebrow:
"What are you still sitting there for? Waiting for President Yan to treat you to a free meal?"
Su Xiao was speechless for a moment, and just as she was about to get up, Yan Mingshen's voice rang out first:
"Su Xiao."
He looked at Su Xiao, his voice laced with suppressed anger: "You dare to leave?"
Su Xiao stopped in her tracks, her eyes turning cold.
"Yan Mingshen".
Her voice was soft, but unusually firm: "I won't listen to you anymore."
She had thought about it.
Even if it meant begging the Tang family to buy the gallery, she absolutely refused to let it fall into the hands of someone like Yan Mingshen.
Xu Bozhou chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Is that all the ambition you've got?"
He glanced down at his watch, then looked up at Yan Mingshen, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye gleaming with a cold sharpness:
"Mr. Yan, I forgot to tell you, I signed the contract for that project in the west of the city five minutes ago."
"Xu Bozhou, you—"
Yan Mingshen's expression changed drastically.
The land in the west of the city is the project that the Yan family is most optimistic about, and they have staked most of their wealth on it.
He himself stayed up for two nights straight to work on the bidding, and Xu Bozhou was really hitting him where it hurt.
"You're welcome."
Xu Bozhou interrupted him, put his phone away in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the door.
After taking a couple of steps and noticing that Su Xiao hadn't moved, he turned back, frowned, and spoke in a somewhat cold tone:
"Just standing there as a decoration?"
Su Xiao bit her lip, but finally followed after him.
As the two walked past Yan Mingshen, Xu Bozhou seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped.
She turned her head to look at Yan Mingshen, her voice low but blatantly provocative:
"By the way, Mr. Yan, remember to check the trending topics."
He paused, looking at Yan Mingshen's suddenly tightened jaw, and curled the corner of his mouth: "I've already had the reporters take pictures of what just happened."
After saying that, he walked out without looking back.
He didn't look at Su Xiao, but when he reached the door, he deliberately slowed down by half a step, just enough for her to catch up.
A dark purple Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance, looking particularly flashy.
He looks exactly like him.
"Sir, shall we go to the company?"
Bodyguard Chen Huai leaned against the car, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt.
Xu Bozhou doesn't like wearing suits, nor does he like having his subordinates wear them.
"Let's go eat."
Xu Bozhou got into the car and saw that Su Xiao hesitated to move.
He straightened his cuffs, his voice laced with impatience: "What? You don't want the gallery anymore?"
"Is Mr. Xu also trying to take advantage of my misfortune?"
Su Xiao lowered her eyes.
The cold, dismissive tone of the address "President Xu" was both indifferent and shrewd.
She was young and didn't know any better, so she called Xu An "uncle".
But she's grown up now, and many things are different.
Although she knew Xu Bozhou would be here for the gallery, she really couldn't figure out his purpose.
She watched him climb from an unloved wild child to his current position.
Their methods were both dirty and ruthless.
Now, if she goes with him, it's like escaping one tiger's den only to fall into another.
She refused.
"I recently invested in a movie."
Xu Bozhou ignored her and only said, "The filming location is in Africa."
"..."
Su Xiao remained silent.
At worst, we can make him sell her.
She bent down to get into the car and sat down next to Xu Bozhou.
They can't just watch Xu An be sent to Africa to mine.
This person can't tell which of their statements are true and which are jokes.
Xu Bozhou smiled subtly: "How's the gallery matter going?"
Su Xiao sat in her seat, her body tense, leaning straight back in her chair.
“Xu Bozhou, the gallery and I are none of your business.”
The Su family wanted her to preserve their wealth and status.
The Yan family wanted her to willingly hand over her connections.
But she just couldn't understand him.
This person is capricious and acts entirely on a whim.
Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if Xu Bozhou had suffered some kind of trauma in his childhood and had become psychologically abnormal.
“I also own a stake in the gallery.”
Xu Bozhou leaned back in his leather seat, his fingertips casually resting on the watch face.
His fingertips casually caressed the surface of the sapphire glass, the movements relaxed yet exuding an indescribable sense of pressure.
Su Xiao looked at him, her expression changed, and her tone turned cold.
He knows best how he acquired his shares.
Why bring it up now?
Is this an insult implying that she has always been bad at judging people?
She raised Xu Bozhou for eight years.
What he got in return was being forced to sit on the table with his father and sign the first equity transfer agreement as leverage to return to the Xu family.
"Xu Bozhou, I shouldn't have taken you home in the first place."
“Su Xiao…”
Xu Bozhou's physical reaction came faster than his emotional reaction.
He suddenly leaned forward, his well-defined knuckles gripping Su Xiao's hand, and pressed her hard against the seat.
His movements were hurried and agitated, carrying a pent-up anger.
Su Xiao was startled by the sudden restraint, but when she looked up, she happened to meet his eyes.
They were too close; the cool scent of cedar mixed with a hint of tobacco emanated from him, almost completely consuming her breath.
Say it again.
His voice was low and threatening, his breath brushing against her earlobe, with a hint of gritted teeth.
His thumb gently caressed the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, his eyes darkening.
Su Xiao was held captive by him and couldn't move. Her wrists were numb with pain, but her eyes reddened first.
"Xu Bozhou!"
She struggled, her voice trembling, tears welling in her eyes, staring intently at him: "Now you want to treat me the way you treated my father back then, is that it?"
"So what?"
He chuckled, leaned down even lower, and used his other hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
He ran his fingertips over her burning earlobe: "Su Xiao, you only believe what you see, never what I say."
Su Xiao's chin ached from his pinching. Looking at his face so close to hers, she suddenly remembered the skinny boy from her childhood.
A wave of grievance welled up, and tears finally streamed down his face, dripping onto the back of his hand, burning his fingertips.
Xu Bozhou paused in his movements.
He looked at her reddened eyes, and the hand that was holding her chin suddenly lost its strength.
The mix of anger and pain in my heart belatedly surged up.
He must have annoyed her again...
His Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he simply let go of her hand and sat back down.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, and the car suddenly felt cramped.
Feeling frustrated and depressed.
"Sir, we've arrived at our dining place."
Chen Huai glanced at Xu Bozhou's expression through the rearview mirror and awkwardly touched his nose.
Xu Bozhou gestured with his chin, indicating to Chen Huai to open the door for Su Xiao.
The voice was cold and hard.
"get off."
"..."
Su Xiao turned her head away and ignored him.
"...The money has already been transferred to the collector."
He sighed: "Can we get off now?"
"How many shares do you want?" Su Xiao frowned, not understanding what he wanted to do.
She didn't believe that someone as profit-driven as Xu Bozhou would help her, especially since he had just... treated her like that.
Xu Bozhou looked at her, his fox-like eyes narrowing slightly:
"I don't want shares, I want you."
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