They Actually Started Flaunting Their Love o(*////▽////*)q

In her mind, Chen Qing had Bo Miao pinned beneath her foot, begging for mercy. At last, she felt a little better.

Once she drove Fang Yao out of the Bo Family and married Bo Hanmo, she would find a chance to deal with Bo Miao. How dare you call me Chen Qing? Who gave you the right to use my name? I was doing you a favor when I let you call me Qingqing.

And now you still dare call me by my full name. The happier Chen Qing looked, the harder she cursed Bo Miao in her head.

Is she taking a dig at me? Is she saying I'm trying to come between them? Seriously, does this first love think that highly of herself?

Fang Yao rolled her eyes in secret. With one hand on her chair, she leaned sideways and settled in as a spectator, saying nothing.

Bo Miao was fed up. Did Chen Qing think she was an idiot she could fool forever? Oh, no. Just until she died.

Bo Miao had already been irritated, but hearing Fang Yao's thoughts sent her anger roaring into a fifty-meter sea of flames.

Bo Hanmo came back carrying milk tea. He arrived to find Bo Miao losing her temper at a woman. The woman had her back to him, so he couldn't see her face. Her figure looked vaguely familiar, but he paid it no mind.

"Here."

"You're back."

Fang Yao looked at the hand and the milk tea in front of her, then turned to see Bo Hanmo. She took the drink from him, and his teasing gaze made her expression a little awkward.

It wasn't that she refused to help his sister. She just thought Bo Miao could handle this perfectly well herself.

(^o^)/~

Bo Miao's sudden scolding left Chen Qing dumbfounded. That moment's hesitation cost her the chance to fire back, and afterward she could only take it.

At the sound of Fang Yao's voice, Chen Qing's fury vanished. She turned to Bo Hanmo with a pitiful look.

Chen Qing's transformation nearly made Fang Yao choke.

"A-Mo, I don't know what I did to make Miao Miao so angry that she lashed out at me. Maybe something upset her. I don't mind if she scolds me, as long as it helps her calm down."

As she spoke, Chen Qing moved to throw herself into Bo Hanmo's arms. Her tears came on command. Any man who saw her would feel an immediate urge to protect her.

He would want to hold Chen Qing and comfort her, then tell Bo Miao off for being unreasonable.

How sad (ಥ﹏ಥ)

But Bo Hanmo was an odd one. He dodged her outright and hurried over to Fang Yao's side.

"Wife, I had nothing to do with it!"

Bo Hanmo, if you dare hug some other woman, don't blame me for throwing you out of the bedroom. You'll never set foot inside it again.

Bo Hanmo nearly raised his hands in surrender. Hearing Fang Yao's thoughts, he was glad he'd trusted his instincts and dodged as soon as something felt wrong.

It had taken him so long to work his way into the bedroom. Throw him out? Forget the door—he'd nail the windows shut too.

Bo Miao gave him a thumbs-up. Her big brother was the best. ୧(๑•̀◡•́๑)૭

Chen Qing hadn't expected Bo Hanmo to dodge. She fell straight to the floor. When she saw everyone around them looking over, she scrambled up, covered her face, and ran.

Bo Miao took a sip of milk tea. "She's leaving already??"

"She's embarrassed herself all the way across the Pacific Ocean. What else can she do, stay here and let everyone gawk at her?" Fang Yao kept sucking at her straw, cheeks puffed out as she spoke indistinctly.

Fang Yao drained nearly all her milk tea in a few gulps. Only one sip remained, but she couldn't drink any more and didn't want to waste it. Her gaze crept toward Bo Hanmo.

(*❦ω❦) Such hopeful little eyes.

How could Bo Hanmo miss the furtive look Fang Yao was giving him? He didn't like drinks like this, but he leaned over and finished the milk tea in her hand.

Fang Yao looked at the empty cup, her little face lighting up with delight.

o(////▽////)q

Oh, come on. This old married couple had suddenly started flaunting their love. Bo Miao was stuffed. She rubbed her stomach and shot the pair across from her a resentful look.

Bo Hanmo: Who are you calling an old married couple? →_→

For the rest of their walk, Bo Hanmo led Fang Yao by the hand. As they entered a luxury boutique, they heard an argument.

Fang Yao was drawn to it at once.

"Yuan Jiajia, my livestream starts tomorrow. Can't you let me have this dress? It's not like you absolutely need this one."

"Like hell I will. Lin Yuqing, where do you get the nerve to ask me? What's mine is mine. I reserved this dress ages ago, and you're not taking it from me. If you wanted it, why didn't you come earlier?"

Fang Yao froze when she heard their names. Wait, aren't they...

"Why are they here?" Bo Hanmo frowned.

Fang Yao looked at him in surprise and pointed at the two women. "You know them?"

Bo Hanmo looked down at Fang Yao. "Not really. I've seen them once."

OMG, he remembered them after seeing them once? Knowing Lin Yuqing makes sense—she's an actress! But how does Bo Hanmo know Yuan Jiajia?

Bo Hanmo met Fang Yao's eyes, then looked away uneasily. "I've had a photographic memory since I was little. Anyway, what are they arguing about?"

An argument? Fang Yao's attention shifted immediately.

She took Bo Hanmo's hand and quietly, stealthily edged closer.

Gossip! Gossip! This is huge! The movie star's secret wife is going head-to-head with his first love!

"This isn't even the style you reserved, is it, Yuan Jiajia? Just because you got your hands on it first doesn't mean it suits you. Besides, you haven't paid yet, have you? I've decided to buy it." Lin Yuqing spoke unhurriedly, smiling at Yuan Jiajia with complete confidence.

"Oh, I get it now. This wasn't a chance encounter. You did this on purpose. You came here to pay before I could?" Yuan Jiajia's face turned livid. She was clearly furious. "You have no shame."

Lin Yuqing wore sunglasses, but a flicker of distortion still crossed her face.

Then Lin Yuqing smiled. "I haven't stolen anything. Some things are destined to belong to the person they belong to, even if someone else takes them first. Holding on to them won't do any good."

Was Lin Yuqing talking about the dress, or a man?

The two sales associates nearby were sweating through the women's sharp, fiery exchange. Were they even supposed to be hearing this? But neither customer was someone they could afford to offend, so they couldn't leave. All they could do was pray the two women didn't start fighting.

The sales associates exchanged wry smiles.

Pfft, hahaha~ Those two sales associates look hilarious. I bet they're screaming inside: Someone, anyone, save us!

Bo Hanmo looked at Fang Yao and Bo Miao crouching by a display counter, trying to hide themselves as they excitedly held hands. He waved the sales associate beside him away; her smile had gone stiff.

He signaled that she could serve them later. For now, the two women needed to finish watching the drama.

The sales associate breathed a sigh of relief when she understood. She had been secretly watching too, and she was already sweating. She'd seen scenes like this plenty of times. One look told her it was a clash between a wife and a mistress, a lover, or a "close female friend." It might even turn physical. People in her line of work saw this sort of thing all the time.

Every time, she was on edge, afraid she'd get dragged into breaking up a fight.

As she was thinking that, she suddenly sensed movement behind her. She turned around and nearly died of fright.

Good grief. At some point, a whole crowd had gathered behind her. They were all hiding behind a counter farther away, watching the scene.

Why were they waving at her??? Oh~ The sales associate suddenly understood. She was blocking their view.