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As expected, when Bo Ying got home, Bo Yan was sitting in the living room waiting for her.
Hearing the sound, he glanced at her, his gaze sweeping from top to bottom, full of scrutiny.
Bo Yan didn’t say anything, but Bo Ying still felt a bit guilty.
She lowered her head to change her shoes and then turned to greet him with a smile: “Brother, you’re still up so late?”
Bo Yan looked at her, “You know it’s late?”
“…” Bo Ying choked, feeling like she had dug herself into a hole.
She coughed lightly, pretending to be calm as she glanced at her watch: “Half past nine, doesn’t seem very late, right?”
She forced a laugh.
The living room fell silent for a moment. There was a brief look of astonishment in Bo Yan’s eyes, but he quickly realized what was going on.
He relaxed back against the chair, looking at her with a half-smile: “What time did you just say?”
Bo Ying, without blinking or feeling guilty, replied: “Half past nine.”
Bo Yan: […]
He paused for a moment, pointing to the clock hanging on the TV wall: “Is that so? Then why does the clock at home show half past ten?”
Bo Ying exclaimed, “Really?” She slipped her slippers on and casually glanced at the clock, “Could my watch be broken?”
Bo Ying lamented, “Could it be? My watch is such a waste.”
Bo Yan remained silent, quietly observing her expressions.
Bo Ying muttered a few complaints to herself, then looked at him sincerely: “Brother.”
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, “Speak.”
Bo Ying pointed to the watch on her wrist and smiled ingratiatingly: “My watch is broken. Can you buy me a new one?”
“…”
Bo Yan was silent for a moment, calmly asking: “Repeat that. What do you want me to give you?”
To be honest, although Bo Ying knew her brother wouldn’t do anything to her, she was still a little scared.
She saw her chance and cheerfully said: “I mean, when I get my salary, I’ll give you a watch.”
Bo Yan was momentarily speechless, unable to muster any anger.
Chi Lu came out of the bathroom and overheard this conversation. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked at Bo Ying, “Back already?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Bo Ying saw her as if seeing a savior, hugging and kissing her: “Now that you’re here, I won’t be an extra. I’ll go to my room to take a bath. Goodnight.”
Chi Lu glanced at Bo Yan’s expression, suppressing a laugh: “Goodnight.”
Once inside her bedroom, Bo Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Phew, phew.
She rubbed her stiffened face from smiling too much, slightly lifting the corners of her lips. She picked up her pajamas from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
After finishing her bath, Bo Ying saw unread messages on her phone.
He Jingxiu: [Did it go smoothly?]
Bo Ying glanced at the time received—it was half an hour ago.
Only then did she remember her “agreement” with He Jingxiu.
When dropping her off at the entrance of the neighborhood, He Jingxiu asked if such a method would really work. If not, he could wait for her there.
Bo Ying knew her brother well and understood why he set the curfew. She naturally knew that Bo Yan wouldn’t make things difficult for her, but at that moment, she jokingly made a comment to He Jingxiu.
She asked He Jingxiu, why wait here; was he waiting to be kicked out of the house and sleep on the streets with her?
He Jingxiu’s response surprised her, but not entirely.
He looked at her and said yes.
However, Bo Ying didn’t expect him to ask another question even though he knew she was joking.
She gazed at their chat history and replied: [It went smoothly. I just finished my bath. Are you home yet?]
He Jingxiu replied quickly: [Not yet.]
Bo Ying: [? Traffic jam?]
Last time He Jingxiu drove her home, she learned where he lived.
Their places were separated by just a bridge, no more than a 20-minute drive. At this time, Bo Ying estimated it would only take 10 minutes to arrive.
He Jingxiu: [No.]
Bo Ying was surprised, suddenly realizing something.
She thought for a moment and cautiously typed a question: [You… haven’t left yet?]
He Jingxiu: [It seems inconvenient to hail a taxi where you live.]
Bo Ying wanted to refute him upon reading this.
Where she lived was actually easy to hail a taxi. Even during peak hours, it would only take three to five minutes to get a cab, let alone ride-hailing apps.
But at this moment, Bo Ying couldn’t refute him with real data.
He Jingxiu understood Bo Ying and knew what she was thinking now.
He stood by the roadside, a flashy sports car pulled up in front of him, the window rolled down, revealing Luo Xiao’s face.
“President He, let’s go.”
He Jingxiu approached, got in the car, and sent a message to Bo Ying.
He Jingxiu: [Got in the car.]
Bo Ying knew he was giving her a way out and naturally accepted it: [Oh! Let me know when you get home.]
He Jingxiu: [Okay.]
Ten minutes later, after drying her hair, Bo Ying received his message.
He was home.
Bo Ying sent him an emoji and closed her eyelids, which were struggling to stay open.
On the other side, from getting in the car to arriving at He Jingxiu’s apartment, Luo Xiao’s mouth kept rambling non-stop.
He didn’t understand why he would know someone like He Jingxiu, who always chose to bother him when he was having fun, making him serve as his chauffeur.
“President He, don’t you have a driver?”
While chatting with Bo Ying, He Jingxiu replied: “It’s after work.”
“If your driver is off duty, you call me?” Luo Xiao complained, “Can’t you just hail a taxi?”
He Jingxiu: “Mm.”
Luo Xiao was speechless.
In fact, He Jingxiu wasn’t incapable of hailing a taxi; he just didn’t want to.
He Jingxiu was not only somewhat arrogant but also had some cleanliness obsessions. After accompanying Bo Ying around the night market tonight, he couldn’t bear the smell on himself, let alone sit in a taxi.
Like the subway, taxis were categorized by He Jingxiu as something he wouldn’t use unless absolutely necessary.
If Bo Ying was willing to take them, he could accompany her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t.
At the parking lot, Luo Xiao naturally followed He Jingxiu out of the car.
He glanced at his phone screen, seeing nothing clearly.
“Who are you chatting with?”
He Jingxiu ignored him, finished saying ‘goodnight’ to Bo Ying, and turned off the screen.
He glanced sideways at Luo Xiao: “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Mm.” Luo Xiao said, “I just got to the bar when you called me. If I go back now, they’ll just force me to drink.”
He massaged his sore neck, “I’ll stay here tonight and have breakfast made by Aunt Chen tomorrow.”
Aunt Chen was a caretaker for He Jingxiu, with excellent cooking skills. Her dishes were particularly suited to their tastes.
Occasionally, when Luo Xiao and Pei Yan craved food, they would come over to mooch meals from him. He Jingxiu was used to it.
“You tell Aunt Chen yourself.”
By this time, Aunt Chen had long gone home.
Luo Xiao readily agreed: “No problem.”
He Jingxiu still had some work unfinished. After returning home and taking a bath, he went into the study.
When he came out, the food Luo Xiao ordered had arrived.
When ordering, he asked He Jingxiu and added a bowl of porridge for him.
He Jingxiu opened the porridge and slowly sipped it, not saying much.
Luo Xiao looked at him several times and couldn’t hold back, “What did you eat tonight?”
In his memory, He Jingxiu rarely ate late-night snacks.
After drinking half a small bowl of porridge, He Jingxiu’s stomach finally felt more comfortable.
He took a moment before replying: “Barbecue.”
“Barbecue?” Luo Xiao asked incredulously, “Your delicate stomach can handle such strong flavors?”
He Jingxiu gave him a bland look.
“No.” Luo Xiao nosily asked, “Who did you eat with?”
He Jingxiu ignored him.
Luo Xiao thought seriously for a moment, guessing one by one: “Tan Rui?”
Before He Jingxiu could answer, he negated his own words, “Impossible. She knows about your delicate stomach situation; she wouldn’t invite you to eat barbecue.”
Moreover, even if she did, He Jingxiu wouldn’t go.
He Jingxiu let him guess wildly, neither stopping nor answering.
By the time he finished eating, Luo Xiao suddenly became clever.
“Could it be the woman you met at Zhenyue?”
He Jingxiu paused, rarely giving him an approving glance.
Luo Xiao was astonished, “Really? You’re really interested in her?”
He Jingxiu didn’t speak. Whether he was interested in Bo Ying or not, Luo Xiao shouldn’t be the first to know.
Luo Xiao sized him up for a moment, not expecting him to answer directly.
He chuckled for a while, teasing, “When did President He start liking office romance?”
He Jingxiu stood up, not directly answering his question but instead asked: “When did I say I disliked office romance?”
Luo Xiao could hardly believe what he heard.
“No.” He froze, “You’re really considering this?”
He Jingxiu glanced at him, changing the topic: “Sleep. Remember to clean up the trash on the dining table.”
Luo Xiao: […]
On the weekend, apart from taking evening walks in the neighborhood, Bo Ying spent all her time at home.
Chi Lu originally wanted to invite her out, but seeing her exhausted face, she abandoned the idea. Bo Ying had just started working and hadn’t fully adjusted to the five-day workweek life.
On Monday, Bo Ying hitched a ride with Bo Yan to the company and fell asleep in the car.
When getting out of the car, Bo Yan mentioned: “Should I arrange a driver for you?”
Bo Ying: […]
She was silent for a moment, looking at her dear brother and asking: “With my monthly salary of about ten thousand, is it appropriate to have a driver pick me up and drop me off?”
Bo Yan thought about it and indeed found it inappropriate.
“How about buying you a car?” he suggested, “The subway is too crowded, and you don’t like squeezing in.”
To some extent, Bo Ying was still a spoiled young lady. She knew how to squeeze into subways and buses, but she wasn’t willing to do it every day.
Bo Ying pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and said: “Alright, what car should we buy?”
Bo Yan glanced at her, “I’ll have my assistant send you some options later. Pick one you like.”
“Okay.” Bo Ying giggled happily, pushed open the car door, and energetically said: “Thank you, Brother.”
Bo Yan: […]
Watching her cheerful figure entering the company, Bo Yan slightly raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the four characters “He Corporation,” and sneered softly.
The driver in the front seat heard this and didn’t know what expression to put on.
Fortunately, Bo Yan didn’t have any other thoughts and quickly urged him to leave, heading back to his own company.
Bo Ying reached the office without any hindrance and was in a good mood.
Fang Boyu saw her like this and chatted idly with her: “What happened? You’re in such a good mood.”
Bo Ying smiled, “Nothing. Why are you here so early?”
“Early?” Fang Boyu said, “I live nearby. I woke up early this morning and decided to come over. Plus, I sorted out last week’s unfinished work.”
Bo Ying nodded.
As newcomers, they needed to be diligent and proactive; otherwise, they could easily be brushed aside.
When other colleagues arrived, Bo Ying and Fang Boyu had already been busy for a while.
Seeing the two of them, a colleague teased: “Why are Yingying and Little Yu both here so early?”
Bo Ying didn’t think much, responding: “Afraid of traffic jams.”
Fang Boyu smiled, following up: “Woke up, so came earlier.”
The colleague chuckled knowingly, “That’s good.”
Bo Ying didn’t pay close attention, nodding casually and focusing on her work.
She had quite a few tasks and wanted to get up to speed quickly to handle things independently, so naturally, she had to put in more effort.
After being busy for a while, Bo Ying received several messages on WeChat. They were some car photos sent by her brother’s assistant, Xu Mingze, asking her which one she liked.
Bo Ying glanced at the logos of those cars and didn’t know what to say for a moment.
As an office worker driving luxury cars worth millions, what was the difference from having a driver?
Thinking about it, Bo Ying sent a message to Bo Yan saying that she didn’t want such expensive ones.
Bo Yan had always lacked patience with her, so he simply let her choose herself and tell his assistant once she decided.
Bo Ying pouted, upset with her brother’s attitude.
She thought for a moment and, during a less busy time, opened Baidu to start searching for suitable small cars for women to drive to work.
Just as she opened the webpage, Sun Hongbo inadvertently glanced at her screen, smiled, and asked: “Planning to buy a car?”
Bo Ying awkwardly smiled: “Yeah, just browsing.”
Instantly, Pei Yunmeng on the side also leaned over, “Which model do you want to buy?”
Bo Ying looked at her, “What model do you drive?”
She remembered that Pei Yunmeng drove to work.
Pei Yunmeng: “I drive a Beetle.”
“Is it easy to drive?”
Pei Yunmeng thought for a moment, “I don’t know if it’s easy to drive, but it’s fine for commuting.”
Seeing Bo Ying’s troubled look, she suggested: “You can ask Brother Sun and them. Men know more about cars.”
Sun Hongbo glanced at it, “Honestly, I like sports cars, but I can’t afford them.”
Bo Ying chuckled, curving her lips: “Then I’ll look myself.”
After browsing for a while, Bo Ying still had no ideas.
She opened WeChat, intending to seek Chi Lu’s help, but suddenly noticed He Jingxiu’s profile picture at the top.
When Bo Ying’s message arrived, He Jingxiu was in a meeting.
It was still the same topic from last time, and the directors were voting to make a decision.
His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it before picking it up to read.
Bo Ying: [Do you know of any brands that are cheap, easy to drive, and relatively... crash-resistant?]
Bo Ying had held her driver’s license for six years, but she had driven less than six times. For safety reasons, she thought buying a crash-resistant car would be safer.
He Jingxiu looked at her message and felt like laughing: [Crash-resistant?]
Bo Ying: [Yes! A novice on the road.]
He Jingxiu: [You drive?]
Bo Ying: [Yes!]
He Jingxiu: [Then probably not.]
Bo Ying: [?]
She deeply believed that He Jingxiu was looking down on her.
Bo Ying widened her eyes, glaring at their chat history, indignant and pressed further: [Why not if I drive? You’ve never sat in my car, how do you know my driving skills are bad.]
Bo Ying: [Liang Shun never said my driving skills were poor.]
Half a minute later, Bo Ying received his reply.
He Jingxiu: [Liang Shun?]
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