Shen Fanxing was placed on the bed before Bo Jinchuan released her.
Then, he stood up and looked at her for a while before turning around silently.
He probably wanted to go to the balcony, but his tall body swayed slightly and he didn’t move.
He turned sideways again, probably to the washroom, but he didn’t take a step out.
He turned to the door and fell silent for two seconds before walking out.
Looking at him, Shen Fanxing was confused.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and the room instantly became deserted.
The dark gray bedsheets made her feel an inexplicable chill.
Shen Fanxing stared silently at the closed door. She didn’t move, but her eyes blinked.
Based on her understanding of him, she should be able to vent her pent-up anger in the western suburbs.
She had failed to keep her promise and hurt herself.
Based on what had happened in Hong Kong, he would probably show her how much he disliked her injuries with a cold face. He would use his meticulous and gentle “cold violence” to teach her a lesson and warn her that if she got injured again, the consequences would be serious.
But now, he didn’t. He didn’t have the so-called gentleness and coldness, nor did he give her a dark expression.
Silence.
Once again, she stopped him from hurting Yuan Sichun because of her.
He had seen Yuan Sichun whip her with his own eyes, but he couldn’t avenge her. She felt that his suppressed temper was entrenched in his heart and he had nowhere to vent it.
Shouldn’t he stay by her side?
She was throwing a tantrum at herself.
She was very willing to see this temper that had been accumulated for her sake.
However, today seemed too abnormal.
She had been lying on the bed silently, trying to figure out Bo Jinchuan’s unusual behavior today. She even wondered if another Leisi had appeared beside her today and made him jealous.
Or did he only realize that she had injured someone with a gun after winning the competition today?
Or could it be that the fact that those people wanted her life today had made him… afraid?
She blinked again and thought about it carefully. Too many things had happened today.
Carefully standing up from the bed, she opened the door and left the bedroom. There was no sign of him in the living room.
She walked out of the room. The second floor was usually quiet during the day. There was no sound from the high-end Persian carpet.
She stood at the staircase and looked in the direction of the living room, but she didn’t see Bo Jinchuan.
After standing there in silence for a while, she turned around and walked to the study at the end of the corridor.
The door to the study was half-closed and Shen Fanxing’s nose was sensitive. She could smell the faint scent of smoke through the tiny gap.
The smell of smoke?
Surprise flashed across Shen Fanxing’s eyes as she gently pushed the door open. That familiar figure was standing at the window with his back facing her. One hand was in his pocket and the other was raised. She couldn’t see the other arm.
The windows were wide open and the temperature in the study was low.
She opened the door and walked over. There was no sound, but the sensitive man didn’t seem to notice.
Until she walked to his side and whispered, “Ah Chuan.”
His hand trembled and he turned to look at her instinctively.
The moment she saw Bo Jinchuan’s expression, Shen Fanxing’s pupils constricted.
What kind of face was that?
His dark and deep eyes were as red as blood. The light from outside shone on his face through the open window, illuminating his eyes.
The hostility that seemed to be born from his bones was clearly fighting with his endurance. The thin cigarette between his index and middle fingers had been crushed.
“Ah Chuan…”
She had never seen Bo Jinchuan like this before. He looked terrifying, but a sour feeling welled up in her heart.
Seeing that it was her, Bo Jinchuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and closed the window. The cold air was instantly isolated.
“Why aren’t you resting?”
He spoke in a low voice, but his voice seemed to be filled with smoke. It was so low and hoarse that it seemed to have spread out through the gaps.
He tightened his grip on her clothes and carefully avoided her wound.
“Cold.”
He took her hand and spoke in a low voice. Then, he pulled her away from the window.
He might have wanted to send her to the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the study and tugged at his arm, sending a message that she didn’t want to leave.
“Yes?” He turned his head to look at her.
Shen Fanxing bit her lips as tears welled up in her eyes.
She pulled her hand away from his cold hand and walked to him. She pressed her body against his muscular chest, her clothes still stained with coldness.
“I’m sorry.”
She murmured and her tears instantly stained his dark suit.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself tightly against his body, wishing she could melt into him.
Bo Jinchuan was forced to take a few steps back before he stopped at the edge of the desk.
Bo Jinchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he reached out to hug the woman in his arms. His hoarse voice sounded from above.
“I’m the one who should apologize.”
Shen Fanxing felt a lump in her throat and she couldn’t stop her tears. She was used to not crying easily and she tried her best to suppress her emotions.
But her heart ached unbearably.
“I didn’t handle the people around you well. I was the one who gave them a chance to hurt you, and I even stood up for you…”
Shen Fanxing shook her head and said, “It’s not like that!”
She was the one who initiated the competition with Yuan Sichun. She was the one who gave Yuan Sichun a chance to hurt herself. She was the one who didn’t let him touch Yuan Sichun…
She had forced him into this state.
Bo Jinchuan didn’t reply. His silence proved that he was still forcing himself into a strong cage.
Like a trapped beast, it endured the anger that had reached the edge and trapped itself.
Shen Fanxing knew that he didn’t take her words to heart. Trapped by her overflowing emotions, she suppressed her anger and wrapped her arm around her waist gently. She didn’t want her emotions to leak out and affect her.
“Can you…”
After a long while, Bo Jinchuan suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice. He paused and Shen Fanxing nodded frantically.
“Yes… I’ll do whatever you say in the future. I won’t make decisions on my own anymore…”
“Don’t worry too much about me,” said Bo Jinchuan.
Shen Fanxing paused for a moment.
What did she mean by… don’t worry about him?
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