Eight-Pack from Heaven

Bo Hanmo: ...

If he asked her for money now, would she hit him?

When Bo Hanmo said nothing for ages, Fang Yao grumbled impatiently to herself.

[What is he doing? Did he knock all that time just to stare at me?]

Bo Hanmo stood in the hallway, listening to Fang Yao's thoughts. They carried surprisingly far. The others who hadn't returned to their rooms heard them too, and the curious ones crept over. When they ran into each other and realized they were all curious, they gathered at the corner.

What was going on? Was their big brother trying to seduce their sister-in-law?

Bo Zhe and Bo Miao were thrilled.

Just as Fang Yao was about to slam the door in embarrassment and anger, Bo Hanmo spoke.

"Give me the money on your phone and the cash you have."

Fang Yao was stunned: !!!

Holy crap. I was just talking about this, and now it's happening?

Fang Yao's expression turned fierce. Anyone who wanted her money was her enemy.

"Do you want to have more money? Give it to me, and I'll arrange an investment for you. The kind that's guaranteed to make a profit."

Fang Yao's little fist stopped short. Bo Hanmo stared at the fist by his nose, while Bo Zhe and Bo Miao clung to each other and covered each other's mouths.

That was close. Big Brother nearly got beaten by his wife!

"Well?"

Fang Yao had worked for a living right up until her death in her previous life. Frankly, it had been exhausting. This time around, she planned to take it easy and do as little as possible.

Fang Yao looked at the balance on her phone, with all those zeros, and felt like crying. Sniff.

But she would still have to work for a few years before she could afford to take it easy. And she couldn't bring herself to rely on Bo Hanmo's "handouts." Money was safer in her own name.

Living off the transfers and cash gifts she'd received over the past two days wasn't her style either. She didn't know how to manage money herself, so Bo Hanmo's suggestion was terribly tempting.

What book on financial management could compare with a young billionaire who ran an entire group?

The more Fang Yao thought about it, the better it sounded. "Okay. I have ten million here. Invest it for me."

What? Can't this woman count? If I remember right, Grandpa and Grandma transferred her some spending money this afternoon too.

Or is she keeping it to support some young pretty boy? At that thought, Bo Hanmo's face darkened.

"I need to keep some money on hand to feel secure. And first, tell me how you can guarantee a profit. Even an investing novice like me knows investments carry risks." Fang Yao looked up into Bo Hanmo's eyes.

"If there's a loss, I'll cover it. If there's a profit, it's yours," Bo Hanmo said. "I'll make sure nothing happens to your principal."

As long as she isn't keeping it for some young pretty boy, she can hold on to some. Bo Hanmo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh? Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you? I'll come find you in a bit."

Bang!

With that, Fang Yao shut the door. Bo Hanmo opened his mouth, then stared at the closed door in front of him. He shook his head and left. After waiting in his room for a while without Fang Yao showing up, he decided to take a shower.

Back in her room, Fang Yao flung herself onto the bed, gathered up the scattered cash, and rolled around a few times with her face buried in the money.

Cradling her precious money, Fang Yao went to Bo Hanmo's door and knocked.

She frowned. What's going on? Did he fall asleep?

Fang Yao kept knocking. The door opened.

A faint cloud of steam washed over her, along with a decidedly masculine scent. Her irritation at being kept waiting vanished at once.

Fang Yao felt a nosebleed coming on and clapped both hands over her nose.

When Bo Hanmo heard the knock, he had run a hand through his hair, thrown on a bathrobe, and opened the door with his hair still dripping. He rubbed it with a towel.

Water slid down his forehead, cheek, and collarbone. His eyes were deep and bright, drawing her gaze and holding it there. The heat had left his skin faintly flushed, making him look warm and inviting. He carried a fresh, clean scent that made her head spin.

Damp from the shower, he had lost his usual cool, meticulous air. As he dried his hair, the collar of his bathrobe fell open far enough to reveal his chest.

Fang Yao's eyes went round. She felt something trickle from her nose and swallowed involuntarily.

(✿◡‿◡)

[One, two, three, four...]

Bo Hanmo gave Fang Yao a puzzled look. What was she counting? Then he heard her sniff.

[I might be the first woman to pass out from a nosebleed, but even if I do, it'll be worth it.]

[Oh my god, those shoulders, that chest, those abs! Oh my god, all eight of them! His body is incredible!!!]

The little version of Fang Yao in her mind spun in circles, cheeks bright red, then toppled over with a splat.

Bo Hanmo raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the woman in front of him to be such a little lech. Without a word, he pulled his robe a little farther open.

Then Bo Hanmo spotted his younger brother and sister at the corner. His composure faltered, and his cheeks reddened. He quietly straightened up, let out a breath, and, without pulling his robe closed, put on an air of perfect ease.

What are you looking at? I'm not trying to seduce her!

Hearing Fang Yao's bashful thoughts, Bo Zhe couldn't help feeling his own abs. He awkwardly lowered his hand and decided to start working out tomorrow.

Bo Miao envied Fang Yao after hearing her thoughts. When she looked for a husband, she was definitely going to find one with eight-pack abs.

"I was in the shower, so I took a while to answer. Sorry."

"Huh? It's fine."

[Nice, nice. Well done, me.]

Fang Yao stood there dazed for a moment, praised herself inwardly, then calmly dragged her gaze away from Bo Hanmo.

Bo Hanmo looked at the woman trying to fool herself, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Made up your mind?"

At the corner, the other two pricked up their ears.

"Yeah. Here's some of it in cash. Give me your bank account number for the rest, and I'll see if I can transfer it all tomorrow."

That reminded Fang Yao of something infuriating: people like her—workers and students—had transfer limits.

(≧ω≦)

The two eavesdroppers: ...

"Okay."

Fang Yao thought of something and turned back, tilting her head at Bo Hanmo. "Can you choose an investment that pays dividends every month?"

[A fixed income landing in my account every month would make me feel so much safer.]

Bo Hanmo frowned. "If you need money, just use a card."

Bo Hanmo turned, took out a black card, and placed it in Fang Yao's palm. She stared at it, her mouth rounding in surprise.

This is the legendary black card!!!!

[Oh my god, oh my god, it's a black card! But on TV, they're always getting cut off the moment someone wants to threaten somebody o(╥﹏╥)o. I don't want to get used to relying on it and end up at your mercy.]

[Money is safest when it's in my own hands. I don't want to end up penniless.]

[Wait...]

Bo Hanmo heard the utter lack of security in Fang Yao's thoughts, and his eyes flickered.

"All right. I'll transfer money to you on the first of every month. It's getting late. Get some rest."

"Okay. Good night (¦3[▓▓] "

Bo Hanmo watched Fang Yao skip away without closing the door. Bo Zhe came over and tapped his shoulder. "Big Brother, good thing you caught Sister-in-law's attention in time. Otherwise, she would've brought up leaving again."