Shen Fanxing’s face turned red from the kiss and she turned to look ahead. The partition had already been raised.
But wasn’t she deceiving herself?
Seeing the dark expression on Bo Jinchuan’s face, she shamelessly nuzzled his chin affectionately.
“Not jealous, huh?”
Bo Jinchuan lowered his head to look at her fawning expression. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingers against her cheek. His deep voice sounded hoarse.
“You’ve already said that. If I’m still jealous, won’t I seem too unreasonable, hmm?”
“Yes… That would give me a headache.”
Bo Jinchuan stared at her with his dark eyes for a long time. Seeing her fawning and helpless expression, he hardened his heart.
“Little vixen, why are you so good at recruiting people?”
Shen Fanxing’s heart raced when she heard his low and sexy voice. She smiled smugly and said, “I’ve said it before. I’m so outstanding, so of course I have many suitors.”
“You’re still showing off?” His grip on her chin tightened.
Shen Fanxing’s eyes curved into crescents.
“I’m praising you for your sharp eyes. You even discovered me, who had a bad reputation and was humiliated. Look at how outstanding you are.”
Bo Jinchuan pursed his lips and asked, “Are you praising me or you?”
“Praise me.”
Bo Jinchuan chuckled and said, “It seems like I’ve praised you too little. You’ve had the chance to do it yourself.”
Shen Fanxing merely smiled.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Bo Jinchuan spoke again.
“Tell me, why did I meet him back then?”
Shen Fanxing’s expression changed and she couldn’t help but rub her forehead.
“Qingzhi, Qiqi, Yaoyao, and possibly me. I haven’t had enough of the spicy strips, so I suggested a toothpick to decide who should borrow the spicy strips.”
Bo Jinchuan didn’t have to think much to conclude that she was the ‘lucky one’.
“When I opened the door to their room, I saw Qi Mohan and another man holding pistols in each other’s hands… There were many bodyguards in the room. However, Qi Mohan’s face was really unforgettable. He ran away after reacting.”
Qi Mohan’s unforgettable face?
Bo Jinchuan frowned in displeasure.
She couldn’t deny why she was unhappy.
That face was the favorite face of women.
Especially that pair of peach blossom eyes. Her smile was real…
Pursing his lips, Bo Jinchuan’s face tightened.
She stole a glance at Shen Fanxing.
“… What’s wrong?”
Shen Fanxing suddenly turned to smile at him.
“… That face is indeed better than Su Heng’s. Haven’t you been bewitched in the past few years?”
Shen Fanxing froze and averted her gaze.
Bo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes and said, “Seems like she’s really bewitched.”
“Ahem… you might not believe me even if I denied it. Everyone loves beauty. Back then, when we were overseas, we would occasionally go out together. After he dressed up, he really recruited people. However, that was all. At that time, I had Su Heng and a line of defense in my heart. I didn’t expect to develop further with him.”
“So if it wasn’t for Su Heng, would you really be with him without your defense?”
“… Who can say for sure?”
Bo Jinchuan’s face darkened. It seemed like he had to thank Su Heng.
He didn’t want to dwell on the past anymore.
“You chatted with Qi Mohan for so long just now. Do you know who the man in the same room as him is?”
“…”
Shen Fanxing scratched her head. It seemed like she had to change her habit of not being nosy.
That person had already pointed a gun at Qi Mohan. This was a matter of life and death, yet she didn’t even ask.
“…No… I don’t think… it has anything to do with me, so I didn’t ask…”
Bo Jinchuan pursed his lips, unsure if he should be happy.
Did she really think that Qi Mohan’s life and death had nothing to do with her, or did she trust Qi Mohan and know that he would be fine?
Sighing lightly, he added, “That group of people chased after you and even tried to ‘seduce’ you with spicy strips. They’re obviously after you.”
Shen Fanxing froze.
Bo Jinchuan inched closer to her. There was a smile on his face, but it was cold.
“Fanxing, you’re too smart. It’s impossible for you not to notice something so simple. Why didn’t you ask? Huh?”
“I… really haven’t thought about that.”
“Yes.” Bo Jinchuan nodded. “You think that even if that person’s worst-case scenario is to harm you, Qi Mohan will settle it for you, right?”
The lights in the car were dim, and the flashing lights outside lit up their faces.
“You trust him subconsciously and rely on him a lot, Fanxing.”
“…” Shen Fanxing was at a loss. So there was a meaning to saying something.
But they had been partners for so many years. How could they not trust each other?
Seeing her dazed expression, Bo Jinchuan sighed softly and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“You’re more dependent on me, huh? For example, when he asked you the reason for staying just now, you could have said it without any worries because of me. I’m not your weakness.”
It was as if the two of them were completely reversed.
It should have been his right and responsibility to protect her for the rest of her life, but now, she had fully carried it out.
Instead, he had become a burden to her. In fact, she had always been the one helping and protecting him.
He had failed as a boyfriend.
Shen Fanxing blinked in a daze. For a moment, she seemed to have a flash of inspiration as she suddenly understood something.
A man’s pride.
She only cared about not causing trouble for him and wanted to prove that she was qualified to stand by his side.
And he had been watching from the side, indulging her and obeying her.
“Standing idly by is the greatest support and respect for you. I like to see you full of confidence and high-spiritedness. But sometimes, don’t force yourself. You have to learn to use my resources well.”
Bo Jinchuan sat upright in his seat and stared ahead. His face was expressionless under the colorful neon lights.
But her words pierced Shen Fanxing’s heart.
Her words were filled with humility and helplessness.
In order to make her rely on him, she actually described herself as a resource that could be used.
How could she treat him as a resource?
She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against his.
