When the Gossip Was About Her Own Man

"Then we really should deal with her."

"Why are you still standing here?"

"I'm going, I'm going. Bo Hanmo, remember to save me a place at dinner." Yang Xing broke into a sweat, but before leaving, he still made sure Bo Hanmo knew he wanted dinner.

Otherwise, with how stingy Fang Yao was, there probably wouldn't be any for him.

"Mm." Bo Hanmo didn't even look up.

After sending Yang Xing away, Fang Yao settled comfortably in Bo Hanmo's arms to watch anime and read novels, laughing every now and then as she curled against him.

Chen Qing lay unconscious on the floor, ignored by everyone. It wasn't until Fang Yao got thirsty and jumped down from the sofa that anyone noticed her. Fang Yao lost her balance and landed squarely on Chen Qing's thigh.

Chen Qing let out an agonized "Aow!" and woke up—only for Fang Yao to knock her out again with a slap.

"Holy crap, why is she still here? Sorry. Reflex."

Fang Yao leaned closer, saw that Chen Qing's face had swollen even more, and stuck out her tongue (ૢ˃ꌂ˂ૢ) in a playful apology.

Chen Qing...

[Hahaha, if it were anyone else, they'd at least put up a fight before passing out again.]

Crouching on the floor, Fang Yao poked Chen Qing's swollen face over and over with a chopstick. She had to admit, it was surprisingly fun.

Bo Hanmo reclined on the sofa without a word, smiling as he listened to Fang Yao's thoughts.

At last, Fang Yao had her fill of fun. In a burst of mercy, she had Steward Liu take Chen Qing back to the Chen Family. They made no attempt to hide her on the way, so plenty of people saw and grew curious.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Bo Hanmo