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Bo Ying wasn’t a fool, and neither was He Jingxiu.
Both were well aware that from the moment he called her full name, they were no longer in a superior-subordinate relationship.
Bo Ying had heard from her colleagues that He Jingxiu always maintained a good distance with his employees. He never allowed ordinary staff to come to him during work hours, let alone summon someone over during private time after work.
From the moment she received Qi Xuezhen’s message, Bo Ying had about seventy to eighty percent of a guess. His sarcastic remarks just now further confirmed her suspicions.
He Jingxiu hadn’t forgotten her.
Just as she still remembered him.
In a short while, Bo Ying’s thoughts swirled countless times.
She gazed directly at the man close by, her eyes open and unflinching, without a trace of evasion or fear.
And He Jingxiu also lowered his eyes to look at her. Neither spoke, breaking this tranquil atmosphere.
After a brief moment, Bo Ying couldn’t bear his gaze anymore, averting her eyes and muttering, “You don’t even give a reaction when I greet you.”
She deliberately asked, “Is it because I dirtied two of your clothes, so you temporarily don’t want to talk to me?”
“...”
He Jingxiu looked at her, momentarily speechless.
He knew that Bo Ying had the ability to argue fallaciously. She always found ways to pin her mistakes on him.
Oddly enough, he was always willing to accept them.
Seeing his expression soften slightly, Bo Ying moved closer, “If that’s the case, then should I catch up with you tomorrow?”
With that, she turned as if she was about to leave.
Just taking one step, Bo Ying’s high ponytail was childishly pulled back by He Jingxiu.
Feeling the pain, she covered her small head and turned around, shouting angrily, “He Jingxiu.”
“Hmm.” He Jingxiu slightly raised his eyebrows, openly responding, “What?”
Bo Ying looked at his relaxed features like a little wife, shaking her head, “Nothing.”
She glanced at his hand that hadn’t let go yet, her eyes darting around mischievously, “Do you like my hair? Or should I cut some for you?”
She originally planned to trim her ends and redo her hairstyle over the weekend anyway.
He Jingxiu was choked by her words, coldly glancing at her.
Bo Ying awkwardly said, “You’re pulling my scalp and it hurts.”
“...”
He Jingxiu released his hand, lowering his eyelashes to look at her, “Are you free tonight?”
Hearing this, Bo Ying raised her eyebrows, “If President He doesn’t treat me to dinner, I should be free.”
He Jingxiu was amused by her words, his lips curving upwards, playing along, “What do you want to eat?”
Bo Ying’s eyes lit up, “Anything?”
He Jingxiu looked into her eyes, slightly nodding.
Leaving the office, Bo Ying didn’t hesitate to separate from He Jingxiu.
The two walked into the elevator under Qi Xuezhen’s watchful eye.
It was Bo Ying’s first time riding the president’s exclusive elevator. Like someone who had never seen the world, she looked left and right.
He Jingxiu leisurely leaned against one side, watching her with interest, not disturbing her silence.
After finishing her examination, Bo Ying sighed, “So this is the president’s exclusive elevator. I think there’s no difference between it and the one we usually ride.”
He Jingxiu glanced at her, “Never ridden it before?”
Bo Ying shook her head, “Where would I have ridden it before?”
She flattered, “If I hadn’t met President He, how could I possibly have the chance to ride such a high-class elevator?”
“...” He Jingxiu mercilessly dismantled her flattery, “Who just said that this elevator is no different from the employees’?”
Bo Ying innocently pretended, as if it had nothing to do with her, and the person who said those words definitely wasn’t her.
Seeing her like this, the laughter in He Jingxiu’s eyes couldn’t be hidden.
Bo Ying had this ability—to melt icebergs and make him smile.
Arriving at the parking lot, He Jingxiu personally opened the passenger door for her.
Bo Ying was momentarily stunned, looking at his hand resting on the door, surprised, “You’re driving?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
He looked at her, his voice low, “Worried?”
“No.” Bo Ying sat inside while speaking, “I’m just a bit surprised. Where’s your driver?”
If her eyes hadn’t deceived her in the morning, she saw his driver appear at the company.
He Jingxiu responded, “Gone home.”
Bo Ying blinked, hesitating, “Your driver doesn’t wait for you when you work overtime?”
“...”
Upon hearing this, He Jingxiu turned to look at her, not responding.
Sometimes, he didn’t know if Bo Ying was genuinely slow to react or pretending to be foolish.
Fortunately, Bo Ying, who didn’t get an answer, didn’t press further.
After getting in the car, neither had a destination in mind.
Bo Ying had only eaten at a few restaurants since returning to the country, unable to decide what to eat for the moment.
He Jingxiu didn’t rush her, nor did he make decisions for her, allowing her, someone with decision paralysis, to slowly choose.
After an unknown amount of time, the road became less congested.
Coming back to her senses, Bo Ying realized that He Jingxiu seemed to have taken her away from the downtown area.
She turned her head, watching the streetlights neatly arranged on both sides of the road, shimmering in the night, illuminating this place.
Taking advantage of the red light, she saw the directional sign not far ahead.
Bo Ying stared at it for a few seconds, turning to look at the person beside her, “We’re not going to eat?”
He Jingxiu: “Decided what to eat yet?”
“…” Bo Ying was very conflicted, “No.”
She wanted to eat this place and that place. But looking at several places together, she felt that she didn’t really have a strong desire to eat any of them.
He Jingxiu smiled lightly, as if he had long guessed the outcome, indifferently saying, “There’s a good restaurant in the northern part of the city; you should like it.”
Hearing the word ‘like,’ Bo Ying’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment before slowly moving away, “We’ll know once we eat.”
She softly said, “My taste has changed quite a bit compared to high school.”
As soon as these words came out, the relaxed atmosphere in the car seemed to disappear.
For no apparent reason, Bo Ying felt cold air sneaking into her neck, chilling her.
She instinctively touched her collar, thinking of stealing a glance to the side when her phone rang.
Bo Ying looked down—it was Bo Yan calling.
“Hey.” She whispered guiltily, suppressing her voice, “Brother!”
Hearing her tone, Bo Yan coldly said, “Still not off work?”
Without thinking, Bo Ying raised her voice, “Yes, I am.”
“Alright.” Bo Yan glanced at the time, smiling faintly, “Then it seems you got lost.”
Bo Ying choked, her heart tightening, guiltily saying, “No, I forgot to tell you guys, I made plans to eat with a friend today.”
Upon mentioning the word ‘friend,’ Bo Ying vaguely felt He Jingxiu glance at her.
“A friend?” Bo Yan repeated her words, “What friend?”
Bo Ying didn’t know how to respond, vaguely saying, “Someone you don’t know.”
To make herself feel less guilty, she earnestly said, “Brother, I’m an adult now. Are you still going to control who I make friends with?”
Bo Yan: “….”
He hummed lightly, reminding her, “Bo Ying, we have a curfew at home.”
Bo Ying: “… What time?”
“Ten o’clock.”
With that, Bo Yan hung up the phone.
Bo Ying stared at the disconnected call, dumbfounded for half a minute.
How did she not know there was a curfew at home? This curfew must be deliberately targeting her.
While Bo Ying was pondering whether to complain to Chi Lu, a voice came from the side.
“We’ve arrived.”
Bo Ying glanced sideways, seeing He Jingxiu’s handsome profile. Under the night sky, his face appeared more three-dimensional, his pupils deeper, like a vortex, drawing her in.
Noticing her gaze, He Jingxiu turned his head, locking eyes with her.
Bo Ying paused, her gaze wandering away, stuttering, “The scenery here seems nice.”
Seeing her evasive demeanor, He Jingxiu didn’t say anything more.
He got out of the car, leading her into the restaurant.
The restaurant He Jingxiu took Bo Ying to was a famous local establishment, difficult to book.
The environment was excellent, surrounded by bamboo groves, with gentle music playing.
Even the entrance resembled a treasure-seeking gate, preventing one from seeing inside at a glance.
Bo Ying followed He Jingxiu up a few uneven steps, and a closed wooden door automatically opened in front of them.
Walking further in, they were greeted by lush bamboo groves separated by glass windows and a spring pond.
The interior design of the restaurant was rich in ancient charm but seamlessly integrated with modern elements.
Sitting down in the private room, Bo Ying discovered that from her seat, she could see another lush forest in the backyard of the restaurant.
She couldn’t see clearly, only vaguely noticing the wind brushing through, causing the branches and leaves to sway.
“He Jingxiu.” She broke the tranquil atmosphere surrounding them, resting her chin, “Are those bamboo trees planted outside?”
He Jingxiu glanced, “Some are.”
Bo Ying scrutinized carefully, “What about the rest? They look pretty too?”
He Jingxiu took a sip of the water poured by the waiter, softly saying, “Peach trees.”
“Ah?”
Bo Ying was startled, “There are peach trees outside?”
He Jingxiu: “Mm.”
He lowered his eyes to look at her, his tone calm, “Want to go see?”
Bo Ying loved peach trees. There was no special reason; purely because she loved eating peaches.
Love expanded to related things.
Hearing He Jingxiu’s question, Bo Ying nodded then shook her head.
“It’s too dark outside.”
She was more afraid of the dark than most people.
He Jingxiu understood, blowing gently on the still-hot water in front of him, tenderly saying, “Next time, I’ll bring you here during the day.”
Bo Ying was about to agree when she suddenly realized something was off.
He Jingxiu’s words implied that they would have another opportunity to dine alone.
Noticing her hesitant gaze, He Jingxiu chuckled lightly, “Why are you staring at me instead of ordering food?”
Bo Ying: “No.”
She casually flipped open the menu in front of her, “Do you have any recommendations?”
He Jingxiu paused, oddly saying, “I originally did.”
“…?”
Bo Ying didn’t understand, looking at him, “Originally?”
He Jingxiu nodded, calmly saying, “But so many years have passed; your tastes must have changed a lot. My recommendations might not suit your palate.”
The underlying sarcasm in his words was clear even to a fool.
She choked, wanting to retort something but decided to let it go. Considering He Jingxiu was treating her, she tolerated it.
As if venting her frustration on He Jingxiu, after seeing the recommended menu, Bo Ying didn’t care if she could finish everything and ordered all of it.
When she reached the end, the nearby waiter timidly asked, “Miss, ordering so much, you might not finish it.”
Bo Ying lifted her chin, pointing at He Jingxiu, “It’s fine. If I can’t finish, he can eat it. Don’t look at him being thin; he has a stomach like the sea.”
Waiter: “….”
Seeing her like this, He Jingxiu smiled helplessly, indulging her, “Let her order.”
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