How Could This Salted-Fish Life Not Be a Dream

Fang Yao followed behind Bo Hanmo, desperately trying to push him out, but Bo Hanmo did not budge an inch. Instead, he pushed Bo Hanmo into the bathroom.

Fang Yao blocked the bathroom door. "Bo Hanmo, don't you think this is moving a little too fast?! You should go back to your room. Or I'll give my room to you. It's settled, then."

Fang Yao felt like such a clever little genius. She had actually come up with such a brilliant solution.

Bo Hanmo smiled, reached out, scooped Fang Yao up, and pulled her into his arms. Hearing his low laughter, Fang Yao inwardly cried out, This is bad! and tried to escape.

Bo Hanmo sealed her mouth with his own. Fang Yao's eyes widened in disbelief, and Bo Hanmo reached out to cover them.

The few people outside the bedroom had heard Bo Hanmo's secret bragging earlier that day. Knowing he was about to enter Fang Yao's room, they had all followed him upstairs. Then they saw the two of them kissing.

Wow!!!

Old Master Bo was thrilled. Bo Hanmo had successfully entered the room, which meant a great-grandson was not far away. To keep Fang Yao from discovering them and getting embarrassed enough to kick Bo Hanmo out again,

Old Master Bo chased Bo Zhe and Bo Miao back to their rooms, then dragged his wife back to theirs as well. Old Madam looked at her old man with amusement.

No one knew when the bedroom door had closed. By the time Fang Yao regained consciousness, she was already on the bed. Thinking about how she had reacted just now, Fang Yao buried her face in the blankets, wishing she could suffocate herself.

But for the sake of this beautiful face... life, she gave up. Fang Yao climbed out of bed, took a new blanket from the wardrobe, and drew a thirty-eighth parallel across the bed.

When Bo Hanmo came out, he inwardly cried out, I completely forgot about this. What a miscalculation.

Seeing Bo Hanmo's reaction, Fang Yao knew this man had ulterior motives.

Fang Yao patted the blanket beside her and said to Bo Hanmo, "Here, don't say I'm being mean. I'll give you the new blanket. Sleep properly and don't cross this line, or else..."

Fang Yao made a throat-slitting gesture at Bo Hanmo.

Bo Hanmo raised an eyebrow. "Understood. I'll control myself. Do you want to take a shower?"

"What are you planning!!!" Fang Yao hugged herself tightly and pitifully shrank into the corner.

Bo Hanmo pressed a hand to his forehead. He was not so desperate that he would ignore Fang Yao's wishes and force himself on her. He took out the reports he had brought back.

"If you don't want to shower, I'll give them to you after you come out. You..."

Fang Yao reached out and took the reports from Bo Hanmo's hand. "I'll shower later. I'll look at the reports first. Wow~"

Of course, Fang Yao could not understand the forms Bo Hanmo had brought back, but that did not stop her from noticing the profits listed on them.

Fang Yao wiped away the water at the corner of her mouth and happily turned toward Bo Hanmo. Then she was captivated by the open front of his bathrobe. Drip, drip—the drool at the corner of her mouth fell onto the back of her hand.

The crystal chandelier's light shone over Bo Hanmo's body. His chest muscles rose and fell as he breathed, seemingly suppressing some kind of power. Wet droplets trickled down from his hair, while the light framed his profile tightly, adding a hint of mystery.

[*Sob, should I pull Bo Hanmo's bathrobe open, or should I pull it open? Showing only this much isn't enough to look at~~ This damn temptation of beauty—I'm about to lose control, sob~ I didn't expect Bo Hanmo to still be so handsome after taking off his suit. This is unreasonable. Should I just eat Bo Hanmo right now!!! No!!! o(╥﹏╥)o]

Bo Hanmo had been feeling pleased and smug, but he immediately stiffened. Why not? Am I not tempting enough?!

Bo Hanmo reached up and tousled his dripping-wet hair, pulling his bathrobe even farther open. Fang Yao's clear eyes began to grow hazy again. She bent down, about to move closer to Bo Hanmo.

Bo Hanmo smiled.

[*No, I have to hold myself back until I've dealt with Bo Hanmo's rotten peach blossoms and White Moonlight. I refuse to watch some melodramatic scene where he misunderstands her, she suffers, and he can't bear to hurt her. Fang Yao, you have to control yourself. You can't become a tool person. It'll be terrible if you gossip yourself into the story. I'll despise you, Fang Yao.]

Bo Hanmo smiled and took a deep breath, telling himself that this was his wife, his little woman. He could not get angry. He could not get angry. If he got angry, he would lose his wife.

Bo Hanmo really wanted to hold Fang Yao by the shoulders and shake all the runaway thoughts out of her head.

Where did I get a White Moonlight?! Those rotten peach blossoms stuck to me on their own. I didn't pay attention to a single one of them. If I want to have no rotten peach blossoms, I'll have to go bankrupt or die.

Couldn't Fang Yao investigate this? How did she end up finding even more nonsense? Where exactly did Fang Yao see that I had a White Moonlight?

I'm very well-behaved and faithful, all right!!!

Bo Hanmo felt that he could not let Fang Yao discover these things on her own. She probably would not notice them even on her deathbed. He had to change tactics.

Bo Hanmo always felt that he still did not understand Fang Yao's fondness for gossip and juicy stories. Otherwise, how could she fail to notice it? If she had noticed, he could already have been slept with by now.

Perhaps they would even have a child in a few years.

Hmm??? You ask why it has to be a few years? Of course it's because we have to enjoy enough time as a couple before considering children, you single dog →_→

Fang Yao felt very wronged. She liked gossip and juicy stories, but she absolutely was not some privacy-obsessed maniac! Unless there was gossip to uncover, she would not go digging into anything.

Everyone else: This is a great habit!! Raises thumbs (:3 "∠) -••'``:... ...:•゜゜•☆

Besides, Fang Yao had already decided to get along with Bo Hanmo, hadn't she? So she had not thought too deeply about those matters.

Just as Fang Yao was about to touch Bo Hanmo's abs, she suddenly came to her senses. She straightened up, wiped away her drool, and looked at the saliva on the back of her hand. Fang Yao really wanted to cover her face and bury herself in the blankets.

But then she looked at the reports in her hand. "Why are the numbers so uneven? Did you deduct money from me? You never said you would charge me a handling fee!"

Bo Hanmo's sharp brows rose slightly. "There was loose change in the money you gave me. If you don't believe me, check your phone."

"How could that be... Hehe, I forgot. Why don't you transfer the change back to me? Round numbers look nicer. Looking at this is making my eyes hurt."

Bo Hanmo made it clear that there was no chance of that. Once the money entered his pocket, he could not give it back to her to spend on some pretty boy.

"Investments are like this. How about you transfer another sum to me and round it out?"

"Sure, fine. I'll transfer it to you now, but you're not allowed to deduct a handling fee." Fang Yao pulled out her phone, made the transfer, then extended a finger and narrowed her eyes threateningly at Bo Hanmo.

Bo Hanmo pressed her finger down and nodded. "All right. Don't worry, I won't deduct anything. Can you go shower and rest now? It's getting late."

Bo Hanmo showed Fang Yao the time on his phone. Fang Yao let out a cry of surprise and ran into the bathroom. She could not afford to shower too late. It would be terrible if Bo Hanmo's lust suddenly got the better of him.

Bo Hanmo: "...Slow down. Don't fall."

"Got it~"

Bo Hanmo smiled when he heard the little lilt in her voice. He leaned against the headboard, took out a book, and began to read.