Tian Xinxin had originally planned to tell Wen Ning about the Thai boxing champion today, but seeing that something had come up for Wen Ning, she decided there was no rush. When the time came, she could simply take her darling there to watch Bo Yan get beaten until his petals scattered and his waters flowed. Her darling would be even more pleasantly surprised!
Wen Ning had no idea that her last-minute decision to go back Bo Yan up had caused her to miss an important part of the plot.
She first returned to the battered coffin to change, put on some exquisite makeup, and did her hair.
Once she was ready, Wen Ning tossed her hair as she looked into the cracked mirror.
Not bad. She was pleased.
After all that running around, it was nearly eleven.
There definitely wasn't enough time to make lunch herself, so Wen Ning had arranged in advance for Nanny Wang to prepare it.
When she emerged from the coffin, Nanny Wang was already waiting there with the lunch containers.
Wen Ning took them and thanked her for her hard work, then rushed off with lunch to the scene of the face-slapping.
Nanny Wang, who had brought the containers, was left standing there dumbstruck. It took her quite a while to recover.
Had that really, really been the young miss? She was far too beautiful!
Wen Ning had mostly gone barefaced these past few days. There weren't any important occasions anyway, so she couldn't be bothered with makeup. Washing her hair every day was already the greatest respect she could offer.
Fortunately, the original owner had good features and looked pretty even without makeup.
But now that she had dressed up, in a different style from before at that, Nanny Wang felt there probably wasn't a beauty in the world more beautiful than the young miss.
Meanwhile, on the tenth floor of the Bo Group building.
As Bo Yan bound documents at his workstation, he vaguely sensed several unfriendly gazes around him.
Not a ripple stirred inside him. He didn't even furrow his brow.
Such cold looks were as ordinary as everyday meals to him.
He didn't care, so he couldn't muster any interest in dealing with them.
After all, what they said wasn't wrong. He was merely an illegitimate son. The Bo family didn't value him; he was a bastard at anyone's mercy.
After binding the documents in his hands, Bo Yan handed the materials to his team leader.
The team leader was a mature woman in her thirties.
She wore a pale blue Chanel-style outfit, with long, wavy hair spilling over her shoulders. Her perfume was a little strong, and Bo Yan frowned slightly.
"Xiao Yan, come to the break room," the team leader told him.
Bo Yan's gaze was a little cold, but he followed without a word.
In the nearly two weeks since his transfer to headquarters, he had exchanged fewer than ten sentences with the team leader in total.
Bo Yan barely even remembered her face.
They weren't close.
But the team leader's tone made it sound as though they were.
Still, the idiots beside them probably couldn't tell.
The Bo Group treated its employees quite well, and the break room was spacious.
Once inside, the team leader personally made Bo Yan a cup of tea.
Steam rose from the tea. Bo Yan didn't touch it, merely asking, "What is it?"
The team leader raised her brows. That was exactly the attitude none of her previous boyfriends had possessed.
It was precisely because she so rarely encountered it that Bo Yan seemed special.
In front of everyone, the team leader usually presented a meticulous, extremely difficult persona. Now that Bo Yan had been called inside, everyone assumed he had made a mistake at work.
The team leader glanced outside, sat with her back to the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and placed a room key card in front of Bo Yan.
Bo Yan suddenly wanted to laugh. However twisted that woman Wen Ning might be, she had never humiliated him with a room key card. Was he really such a rotten person? Why did he keep attracting this filth?
Not wanting to make trouble, he got up to leave.
But the team leader suddenly sneered. "Bo Yan, what exactly are you acting so high and mighty for?"
Bo Yan ignored her and reached for the door.
The team leader abruptly stood and grabbed for his arm.
But the instant she touched Bo Yan's sleeve, he swept her hand away.
Unable to keep up her act, the team leader's expression twisted as she lowered her voice. "I heard you're being kept by some old woman in her forties or fifties? How much did she give you? I'll pay double!"
Bo Yan had been about to leave, but her words made him pause.
He turned back and asked with an odd expression, "Who told you that?"
Facing the face that haunted her dreams, the team leader immediately lost her anger. Her lips curled. "Xu Lin and the others saw you getting out of a woman's car this morning. Bo Yan, whatever she's paying, I'll double it!" She flicked her hair confidently. "I have the means, and I'm younger than her. I'm definitely more fun in bed, too. Bo Yan, won't you really consider it?"
Bo Yan couldn't be bothered listening to the rest of her bullshit. His attention was entirely on her first sentence.
For some reason, he suddenly couldn't hold back a laugh.
If Wen Ning knew these idiots were calling her an old woman in her forties or fifties who kept a lover, she would surely go mad with anger.
Dazzled by Bo Yan's smile, the team leader thought he was about to relent. She hurried a step forward, hoping to steal a kiss while the mood was right.
Just as the tips of her shoes were about to touch his, a sudden pain gripped her neck!
The team leader's eyes widened in disbelief!
How dared Bo Yan! They were at the office! How dared an unfavored bastard like him lay hands on her! She was a longtime Bo Group employee!
"Bo Yan, you-let go, you-"
Bo Yan abruptly lifted his eyelids. The eyes that had held laughter a second ago were now filled with ice.
A faint smile curved his lips, but his gaze was frighteningly dark.
Half a minute later, Bo Yan left the break room and went to the restroom.
He washed his hands over and over. Only when not a trace of the team leader's nauseating perfume remained on them did he expressionlessly pull out a paper towel and dry them.
Back at his workstation, Bo Yan continued his work methodically, as though nothing had happened.
Only the team leader, returning to her own workstation, looked at the perfectly calm Bo Yan as though she had seen a raging flood or a savage beast.
She had never imagined that Bo Yan was a dog that could bite!
Her vocal cords seemed to have been injured. Her throat stung, and when she opened her mouth, no words came out!
For a moment back there, she had almost thought Bo Yan would kill her!
The team leader gritted her teeth, filled with fear, hatred, and resentment!
For power and influence, a bastard like him could service an old woman in her forties or fifties in bed. What was wrong with servicing her?!
She refused to believe that old woman could be prettier or more capable than her!
It happened to be noon, so the team leader decided to show off what she could do and let him see exactly what he had missed out on!
"You've all worked hard putting in overtime lately. Lunch is on me today. Pick whatever you want." The team leader stood and addressed the entire office with a light smile.
No sooner had she finished than seven or eight men in black suits appeared outside Team Three's office area.
The team leader froze.
So did the rest of Team Three.
One of the men in black knocked on the transparent glass door and asked, "Hello, is Mr. Bo Yan here?"
At those words, everyone turned toward Bo Yan, utterly bewildered!
These men in black had an imposing presence and clearly weren't people to mess with. What did they want with Bo Yan? Had they come to settle a score?!
Wait, weren't they carrying something?
"Looks like takeout from Su's?"
"But Su's doesn't even do takeout, and it's incredibly hard to book, okay? A cousin of mine wanted to treat someone to a meal there a few days ago, but when she called, their reservations were already booked into the second half of the year. What a joke. Obviously some knockoff joint is copying Su's."
"Is it really a knockoff? I think I can see their anti-counterfeit mark on the bags... They posted it online before when they were debunking rumors. It looks exactly like the ones on the bags those men are carrying..."
"Huh? You mean-"
Before they could finish, the men in black walked inside carrying takeout from Su's. The man in front also held a huge bouquet of blue tulips, so beautiful that no one could look away.
Everyone's eyes followed the men in black.
Bo Yan was tidying his workstation, getting ready to go downstairs for lunch.
Wen Ning hadn't sent him a WeChat message.
He pressed his lips together, thinking that what she had said that morning really had just been her toying with him.
Just as he was berating himself for actually believing her bullshit, he heard someone outside call his name.
Turning around, he saw a group of strangers standing before him, and his brows involuntarily furrowed.
The stern expression on the leading man's face immediately changed to a respectful smile upon seeing Bo Yan. "Mr. Bo, these flowers are from our young miss." As he spoke, he handed him the bouquet.
Looking at the extravagantly large bouquet of blue tulips before him, Bo Yan had an idea, but still refused to believe it. "Your young miss? Who?"
The man in black nearly performed a fall off a stool for him.
Maintaining his professional composure, he gave a standard smile. "Miss Wen Ning of the Wen family, of course, of the Wen Group. Also your wife."
That single sentence struck like thunder from a clear sky, sending all of Team Three into an uproar!
At the same time, in Bo Xubai's office on the sixteenth floor.
He Cheng had slipped into the Bo Group employee chat to wait for news. Seeing that Wen Ning had arrived, his eyes lit up. "Come on, come on, A-Xu! I'll treat you to a great show! Hurry!"
Bo Xubai had no idea what had happened. Not only had that woman Wen Ning angered him to the point of vomiting blood that morning, but he had also been swamped with work since arriving at the office. He wasn't in the mood for whatever show He Cheng was talking about.
But He Cheng insisted on dragging him along, even guaranteeing that watching it would put him in a wonderful mood.
Bo Xubai thought, Fine. I need to get lunch anyway. I might as well go take a look...