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Although the evening rush hour had passed, the subway was still crowded and not quiet.
He Jingxiu stood beside Bo Ying. Naturally, she heard every word he said.
She looked at him in astonishment, unable to believe what he had just said.
Feeling her emotional fluctuations, He Jingxiu chuckled, “Unwilling?”
Bo Ying’s lips moved slightly, unsure how to respond.
Suddenly, she noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes and realized he was teasing her.
Instantly, Bo Ying bristled.
Her lips pressed into a straight line, glaring fiercely at He Jingxiu before turning towards the inspection gate.
Seeing her ‘resolute’ back, He Jingxiu’s smile faded slightly.
“Are you angry?”
With his long legs, he caught up with her in just a few steps.
Bo Ying didn’t spare him a glance, keeping her head down as she walked forward.
He Jingxiu had no choice but to follow.
Inside, the subway hadn’t arrived yet.
Bo Ying would rather play with her phone than talk to him.
He Jingxiu watched her with lowered eyelids, no longer initiating conversation.
Thus, they remained in this stalemate until they entered the subway.
The subway was still crowded. Bo Ying used to ride it frequently and found a corner position effortlessly. But He Jingxiu wasn’t as adept.
In just a few seconds, he was blocked by people who came in, separating him from Bo Ying.
The subway car was enclosed, mixing all sorts of smells that were very unpleasant.
He Jingxiu furrowed his brows slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
He wanted to ask the person in front to let him through. After saying it once, the other person acted as if they hadn’t heard and ignored him, even filling up the narrow space forcibly.
Half a minute later, Bo Ying, who was comfortably in the corner, received a special message.
After seeing the content, Bo Ying couldn’t help but glance at the man surrounded by people.
Actually, when they entered, Bo Ying had already noticed his situation.
At that time, she was sulking over the joke He Jingxiu made and naturally didn’t want to deal with him.
However, she didn’t expect He Jingxiu to be so helpless.
He was like a trapped beast, unable to move, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes sending out a plea for help.
Bo Ying couldn’t describe her feelings at that moment. Strangely enough, she wasn’t angry anymore; instead, she felt a bit amused.
She thought, no one could resist He Jingxiu looking like this.
As she was watching, her phone vibrated again.
He Jingxiu: [Still enjoying the show?]
Bo Ying couldn’t help but chuckle: [Of course not. I’m just thinking about how to rescue President He.]
Bo Ying: [I need to come up with a foolproof plan.]
He Jingxiu: […]
A minute later, the subway stopped at a station.
Bo Ying suppressed her laughter and maneuvered through the crowd towards He Jingxiu. In his surprise, she pulled him out of the subway.
After exiting, Bo Ying was still laughing.
He Jingxiu’s face turned slightly red. He averted his gaze for a moment before returning it to her face.
Bo Ying’s smile was sweet and very infectious.
She had a small face but big eyes. When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, clear and sparkling like a spring that quenched thirst. Her cheeks also blushed due to her laughter.
He Jingxiu just watched her laugh without interrupting.
After a while, looking at her rosy cheeks, he couldn’t help but reach out to touch them.
His fingertips were warm, and so were her cheeks.
As soon as he touched her, Bo Ying stopped laughing involuntarily and looked up at him.
Her eyes reflected his handsome face, her lashes trembling slightly, her lips moving: “What are you doing?”
He Jingxiu glanced at his hand on her cheek, not immediately letting go but deliberately pinching the skin where she had applied blush.
“Is it really that funny?”
Feeling a slight pain, Bo Ying immediately brushed his hand away.
Her cheeks were redder than when she was laughing, her skin hotter, making her feel uneasy: “Yes.”
Bo Ying cleared her throat and solemnly said, “I never expected the famous President He of He Corporation to be trapped on the subway one day.”
“…”
He Jingxiu was helpless, crossing his arms to look at her: “I am also a normal person.”
“You’re not.” Bo Ying immediately refuted him, “Normal people wouldn’t feel embarrassed asking those around them to let them pass.”
He Jingxiu pinched the bridge of his nose, reluctantly saying, “I did say it.”
It’s just that no one paid attention to him.
Seeing his slightly aggrieved expression, Bo Ying’s smile widened, teasing him, “Never thought President He would have such a day.”
He Jingxiu glanced at her, reaching out to poke her dimple when she laughed, helplessly saying, “Are you so happy seeing me like this?”
Bo Ying: “Yes.”
He Jingxiu nodded, following with a chuckle: “I’m glad you’re happy.”
Bo Ying paused, her smile fading slightly, looking at him with annoyance: “I’m still angry.”
He Jingxiu smiled gently, his gaze soft as he looked at her: “Then, Miss Bo, can you tell me how to make you stop being angry?”
Upon hearing this, Bo Ying’s eyes darted, suppressing the laughter in her eyes: “President He is so smart, figure it out yourself.”
“…” He Jingxiu fell silent for a few seconds, tentatively asking, “I’ll treat you to dinner?”
Bo Ying choked, exclaiming speechlessly: “Am I a pig?”
He Jingxiu was speechless, truly not knowing how to make her stop being angry.
When it came to comforting others, He Jingxiu seven years later was just as inexperienced as he was seven years ago.
After a moment, Bo Ying lightly hummed: “Do I get to decide what we eat?”
He Jingxiu chuckled silently, his gaze intense on her: “Of course.”
At night, around seven or eight o’clock, the owners of late-night snack stalls began setting up their stands on the streets, igniting flames.
When Bo Ying and He Jingxiu took a taxi to the alley entrance, they could already smell waves of food aroma wafting over.
It was the smell of street food.
The fragrance continuously invaded their noses, making them hungry and whetting their appetites.
There were many roadside tables set up, and many pedestrians. Most were dressed casually; someone like He Jingxiu in a shirt and trousers was relatively rare.
Standing at the intersection, quite a few pedestrians cast their gazes on them.
Bo Ying didn’t care much, but she wondered if He Jingxiu would feel uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, she glanced at him.
“What’s wrong?”
He Jingxiu responded immediately.
Bo Ying shook her head, tilting her chin to ask, “Would you feel uncomfortable?”
He Jingxiu followed her gaze, seeing the crowded passage and the bustling atmosphere.
He glanced at her, speaking indifferently: “No.”
Bo Ying was surprised, “Really? Then will you be able to eat later?”
Hearing this, He Jingxiu smiled: “Isn’t it too late to ask now?”
Bo Ying pouted; she mainly didn’t expect him to agree so readily earlier.
He Jingxiu could often discern Bo Ying’s inner thoughts most of the time. He glanced at their positions, pulling her closer to the side, softly saying: “Street stalls are pretty good.”
Bo Ying was startled, genuinely surprised.
She remembered that He Jingxiu used to dislike coming to such places. During high school, Bo Ying felt she didn’t just have one stomach. She was always hungry, needing snacks two hours after lunch and must have late-night snacks after dinner and evening study sessions.
Next to the No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School, there was a long street.
Both sides of the street were lined with various small shops, mostly eateries. That street was Bo Ying’s favorite during high school.
She often invited He Jingxiu to have late-night snacks together, but nine times out of ten, he would refuse.
There was no other reason; purely because he thought roadside stalls were unclean and smelled too strong.
Bo Ying was lost in thought, instinctively saying: “But you used to…”
Her words trailed off halfway.
He Jingxiu naturally knew what she meant by “used to.” His eyes directly locked onto hers, asking: “What about my past?”
“…”
Bo Ying pursed her lips slightly, softly saying: “Nothing.”
He Jingxiu stared at her for a moment with lowered eyelashes, suddenly smiling, naturally steering away from the topic she didn’t want to discuss: “What do you want to eat? Barbecue or skewers?”
Bo Ying: “Both.”
From the beginning of the street to the end, Bo Ying stuffed herself with a lot of things.
Barbecue, skewers, teppanyaki, double-skin milk, ice cream—everything she wanted to eat, she ate, and she got full.
He Jingxiu originally didn’t want her to eat ice cream, but she insisted. He Jingxiu had no way to stop her.
Because he knew that if he didn’t let Bo Ying eat it now, she would definitely buy it herself after going home.
After eating and drinking her fill, she finally paid attention to him.
“Are you full?”
He Jingxiu nodded slightly.
“Really?” Bo Ying asked uncertainly: “Should I accompany you for some porridge?”
While indulging herself, she hadn’t overlooked the fact that He Jingxiu hadn’t eaten much.
He Jingxiu glanced at his watch: “No need.”
He looked at her: “It’s getting late. I’ll take you home.”
Bo Ying was startled, forgetting that she had a phone and wore a watch. Grabbing He Jingxiu’s arm, she checked the clock and exclaimed: “Oh no, it’s almost ten o’clock.”
He Jingxiu was puzzled, casually asking: “Do you have something at ten?”
Bo Ying urged him to the roadside, not hiding much: “My house has a curfew. I must be home by ten.”
He Jingxiu: […]
“A curfew?”
What era was this?
Bo Ying nodded: “Yeah, my brother said if I don’t get home by ten, I shouldn’t live at home anymore.”
Saying this, Bo Ying quietly complained: “Actually, he just doesn’t want me to live with his girlfriend. He’s deliberately making it hard for me, wanting me to move out sooner.”
But, she deliberately didn’t comply with Bo Yan’s wishes.
He Jingxiu listened to her muttering and felt like laughing.
He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, smiling: “Then what should we do? You definitely won’t make it home by ten tonight.”
It was already 9:50. Even if they had an airplane, they wouldn’t make it back in time.
Bo Ying thought silently for a moment, blinking at He Jingxiu. Then, under his watchful eyes, she started adjusting the time on her phone and watch.
Instantly, 9:50 became 8:50.
“This works,” Bo Ying grinned: “There’s always a countermeasure against policy. My brother can’t do anything to me.”
He Jingxiu was momentarily stunned, amused by her actions.
Unable to resist, he lightly tapped her head: “How can you…”
Feeling the touch on the back of her head, Bo Ying raised her eyebrows, proudly asking: “What about me?”
“So adorable.” He Jingxiu gazed at her silently, his voice wrapped in a smile slowly falling into her ears, repeating: “Very adorable.”
He emphasized the point.
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