Shen Wanci had drunk some wine, and her reaction was duller than usual. It wasn't until Nie YuCheng called out "Jing Zhou" that she connected the mocking voice with her own face.

She didn't know why Bo Jingzhou would suddenly come back.

But she knew, what he was about to say next… She didn't want Nie Yucheng to know.

Shen Wanci almost reflexively stood up from her seat and walked towards Bo Jingzhou, but her sudden movement made her brain, already numbed by the alcohol, even more unsteady. Her steps faltered, and she stumbled into the man's arms.

Bo Jingzhou remained motionless, allowing the woman to crash into his arms. His handsome face was utterly impassive.

Shen Wanci's legs went weak, she had to grab the man's arm tightly to keep herself from falling.

She kind of regrets drinking so much!

She looked up at Bo Jingzhou, and in a voice only the two of them could hear, said: "No, you can't say that."

Her voice held a touch of unintentional coquettishness and grievance.

Bo Jingzhou's jawline was tight and cold, "What, are you afraid he knows that you drugged him? Destroying your image as a pure and innocent girl in his eyes?"

Shen Wanci frowned, a clear displeasure on her face, and in Bo Jingzhou's eyes, this displeasure was tantamount to tacit consent. His heart surged with a myriad of emotions.

However, the drunk woman didn't notice his anger and instead impatiently complained, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

Bo Jingzhou suddenly smiled ambiguously, "Am I interrupting you?"

Shen Wanci listened to his yin-yang strange words, her brows furrowed, "Whatever you think."

After regaining her balance, she let go of his hand, turned to Nie Yu Cheng and said goodbye: "I'm leaving first. Don't take what I just said to heart... Let's have dinner together again next time."

Although this last sentence is clearly a polite remark, those with discerning ears could hear the deeper meaning.

Nie YuCheng nodded, "Be careful on the road."

"Goodbye." Shen Wanci turned to leave, completely ignoring Bo Jingzhou. As she passed him, her brow furrowed uncomfortably, her steps slightly unsteady from the alcohol.

This was Bao Jingzhou's second time seeing her drunk. Her cheeks and lips were flushed red, and her eyes held a seductive haze.

The first time was……

Bo Jingzhou watched the woman's receding figure, his thin lips pursed tightly, and a dark glint brewing in the depths of his eyes.

Shen Wanci went downstairs and stood by the roadside hailing a car.

It's rush hour for taxis now, and this area is another high-consumption place. You can barely see any taxis, let alone empty ones.

Shen Wanci sat on a roadside stone bench, ignoring her image, and opened the ride-hailing app on her phone.

She squinted closer, trying to make out the contents displayed on the screen, but her arm was yanked by a forceful hand, lifting her entire body from the stone bench.

Without even looking, one could tell who was dragging her. The man's aura was powerful and pervasive, carrying a heavy scent of aggression.

Shen Wanci's arm ached, she twisted her brows and struggled, "Let go..."

Before she could finish her words, Bo Jingzhou forcibly shoved her into the car regardless of her protests.

Uncle Jiang in the driver's seat was startled by the sudden commotion from the back seat. He turned around to see Young Master acting like he was wringing a chicken, pressing Madam into the backseat.

Shen Wanci struggled in resistance, the drunk woman showing no sign of weakness, determined to break free from the man's hold. Her strength was greater than an ox, even more unrestrained than when she was sober.

At least in her lucid state, Shen Wanci absolutely wouldn't dare to scratch Bo Jingzhou with her claws!

The man's neck was scratched hard by her, leaving a clear red mark. It burned and itched intensely. He even thought that if his hair wasn't too short she would have been able to pull at it like a shrew.

"Shen Wanci..."

Bo Jingzhou's face was cold as ice. He pinned the woman's flailing hands down to the seat, kneeling on one knee beside her with a superior posture that half-restrained her.

Such an ambiguous yet forceful posture made one's blood boil, but as the only bystander, Jiang Shu only felt a chill run down his spine!

He was afraid that if Madam displeased the Master, she would be abandoned on the highway to fend for herself.

Shen Wanci bit her lip, looking at the handsome face before her. She seemed to think of something and suddenly deflated.

Since they're getting a divorce anyway, there's no need to make things too ugly. He can do whatever he wants to her, right?

Noticing that the woman had stopped struggling, Bo Jingzhou let go of her with a cold face, "Return to Yu Ting Courtyard."

He reached up to touch the scratch on his neck, a few drops of blood staining his fingertips.

The man's tongue pressed against his cheek and let out a soft, guttural moan.

Shen Wanci moved to the other side, her body curled up against the car door, her voice languid and weak: "Uncle Jiang, please let me off at a place where I can get a taxi."

She was going back to her rented place, but she didn't ask Jiang Shu to go out of his way to send her.

Uncle Jiang dared not answer. He glanced at Bo Jingzhou from the rearview mirror, only to see the young master's face cold and stern, saying nothing.

But after following Bo Jingzhou for so many years, just one look from him, and Jiang Shu could immediately understand.

He did not respond to Shen Wanci, but instead increased the speed of the car, heading straight towards Yu Ting Courtyard.

Shen Wanci frowned, but she wasn't familiar with the roads here, so she had to open her phone's navigation.

Bo Jingzhou glanced at the content on her phone, his gaze lingering over her body for a moment. His tone was laced with sarcasm: "With your scrawny, bony frame, you think I'd even lay a finger on you?"

Shen Wanci retorted with a smile, "I'm not afraid. After all, Mr. Bo has unique aesthetic preferences."

Although she doesn't have a 36D, her figure is well-proportioned. She has curves where she should and is slender where she needs to be. Although Jian Weining has been dancing for years and possesses a graceful physique, her curves are still not as prominent as Shen Wanci's.

It's obvious that Bo Jingzhou doesn't mind Jian Weining being flat-chested, but he does mind her lack of curves.

Is this the difference between white moonlight and rice grains?

Shen Wanci was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to the person in front, "Uncle Jiang, please take me to apartment 7."

Jiang Shu glanced at her apologetically from the rearview mirror and continued driving.

The mobile navigation emitted a mechanical voice: “You have deviated from your route, recalculating…”

Shen Wanci frowned, enduring and not speaking.

With the number of course deviation alerts increasing, and with no alternative routes ahead, she finally stood her ground: "Uncle Jiang, just stop on the edge!"

Bao Jingzhou coldly glanced at her, "Want to go back and find Nie Yu Cheng?"

Shen Wanci: "..."

Don't want to take his car, so you want to go back and find someone else? What kind of logic is this?!

Seeing that she wasn't speaking, Bo Jingzhou stared at the woman's displeased face with a half-smile: "You think it was such a coincidence to run into him tonight? He was on a blind date, this time..."

He glanced at his wristwatch. "I reckon you'd better head over to the love motel and find him."

Shen Wanci let out a snort. It was obvious this person was deliberately picking a fight. She tilted her chin up defiantly and retorted, "Then you better check which hotel it is. With Yi Cheng's build and physique..."

She leaned into Bo Jingzhou's ear and said something she wouldn't dare say normally: "Two against one will definitely work." top: 41534step on: 875