Chapter 134: He Can't Wait Anymore

Ye Xinyu’s heart skipped a beat.

Had she hid her thoughts well, or had they been discovered?

Her eyes flickered, “I understand, I won’t.”

The Manager gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, “Do well in the PR department, and you’ll often accompany Master Bo to entertain guests.”

Upon hearing this, the fire within her reignited.

Bo Yanching stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with half of Rongcheng City beneath his feet.

“Uncle, what’s your opinion?”

Shen Shichu outlined his plan roughly, but upon receiving no reaction from Bo Yanching, he cautiously inquired.

“I can help you with those two certificates, but I won’t get involved in anything else.”

Shen Shichu was overjoyed, already prepared to make concessions, yet Bo Yanching wanted none of it.

After a brief token refusal, he awkwardly put the shares away, “When are you free, Uncle?

I should treat you to a meal.

I’ll bring Jiaojiao, too.

We’re getting married soon, and it’s time she met the elders in the family.”

A glimmer of cold light flashed in Bo Yanching’s long eyes, sinking into their depths, chilling to the core, “No need.”

Shen Shichu paused, “Alright then, nonetheless, you’ll see her at the wedding.”

As noon approached, the sunlight pierced through the window, casting a faint golden sheen across his black suit.

Though standing in the brightest spot, his presence was cloaked in a layer of chilling darkness.

He smirked coldly, “Yes, we will meet eventually.”

Shen Shichu was stunned by the man’s overly deep voice.

Bo Yanching had always been one to conceal his emotions, even in face-to-face encounters, one could hardly read anything from his expression.

Yet, inexplicably, Shen Shichu felt assaulted by a piercing cold.

With an awkward laugh, he said, “Well then, Uncle, you must be busy.

I won’t keep you.”

Bo Yanching ended the call and tossed his phone onto the sofa.

He reached into his pockets, pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, took one, and tapped the end with the tobacco on the side of the pack.

Shen Shichu wanted to use him to get the certificates, which meant Bo Yanching would essentially be giving him a green light, saving him a lot of trouble.

His ambition and schemes were laid bare.

What infuriated Bo Yanching was the fact that Shen Shichu could stand brazenly beside Nan Jiaojiao.

The wait had been too long; he was growing impatient.

A call came on his phone.

Han Lie, from overseas, reported, “The Shen Family’s foreign assets have been quietly swallowed.

So far, no word has got out.

On the day Shen Shichu gets married, the news of the company’s change of ownership will break.”

Bo Yanching’s thin lips curved into a cold smirk, “Very good.”

At the funeral home, preparations were subtly underway.

If he dared to marry, Bo Yanching would present Shen Shichu with a significant gift, just to see if he could handle it.

On Saturday, Nan Jiaojiao went to the old Bo Family mansion.

As she entered, she came across Bo Yanching descending the stairs, dressed in casual attire, a white roll-neck cashmere sweater encasing his Adam’s apple, and a dark thin jacket over it.

His hair was let down, softening the lines of his face compared to usual.

As she passed by him, Nan Jiaojiao caught a hint of a light fragrance in the air.

He had just showered.

“Uncle.” Nan Jiaojiao politely stepped aside to give way.

Bo Yanching stopped in front of her, “Qingshan is upstairs.”

She nodded, “I was just heading up.”

Bo Yanching pulled out a card, “This is for the consultation fee, including the previous one.”

Nan Jiaojiao reached out to take it.

The moment she touched the corner of the card, his hand pulled back, and he walked away.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Bo Yanching hadn’t given her a proper look.

His attitude towards her was far too aloof, as if their relationship was nothing more than that of an employer and an employee.

She wanted to ask about the affair between the Zhou-Chu families but was repelled by his rigid demeanor.

Heading upstairs, Nan Jiaojiao closed the door behind her and immediately asked, “What’s with your uncle?”