Chapter 189: Grandpa Couldn't Stop It

Han Chuan got into the car, and his secretary turned to ask him, “Brother Chuan, does Master Bo favor Miss Ye that much?”

“Favor her?”

Han Chuan chuckled with unfathomable mystery, “Our Master Bo is not such a benign person.

He’s playing tricks.”

“You’re talking behind Master Bo’s back!”

Han Chuan let out a cold laugh, “Dare to tattle and see what happens.”

“Men die for wealth as birds die for food; Master Bo is my bread and butter, I shouldn’t keep secrets from my father.”

Han Chuan handed him a card, “Your bonus needs to be approved by me.”

The secretary covertly took the card, his eyes darting about: “My dad must be very busy, better not to bother him.”

Han Chuan hooked the corner of his mouth, flipped to the signature page of the transfer document, and saw a line of fine print on the back:

The shares solely belong to Ye Shiqing personally, non-transferable and non-giftable, if divorced, shares will automatically be retracted.

That 2% was moved from Master Bo’s name, deliberately misleading the Shen Family, all so that Shen Shichu and Ye Shiqing would be tied down, stopping them from going to Nan Jiaojiao to seek presence.

As for the annual dividends given to Ye Shiqing.

Just consider it Master Bo spending money to amuse himself.

Han Chuan checked the time and saw it was about right, then called Han Che.

With Han Che’s capabilities, Rongcheng City should have already been sealed off by this time.

Hotel.

Xu Shu emptied the ash from the incense burner, tested it.

“Nothing harmful, at most it makes you feel weak all over.

If you sleep, consider it a dream.

If not, you just feel limp.”

Xu Shu glanced at Bo Yanching sitting by the bedhead, especially noting the muscles under his unbuttoned shirt, some buttons completely gone.

His languidly sensual demeanor would make any woman struggle to resist pouncing on him.

Xu Shu prided himself on his clear-minded asceticism, his lips curling into a mocking smile, “Just like how you are now, Brother Yan, quite weak.”

Bo Yanching’s indifferent eyes swept over him, “Anxious?”

Xu Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, “Nah, I’m glad I live long enough to see you in a relationship.”

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that the mighty Third Master Bo could fall for a girl again and again.

Really…

so interesting.

Bo Yanching reached for a cigarette, but Xu Shu took it away, “Don’t smoke, wait for two hours after the drug wears off.”

As he spoke, he drew out a cigarette and slowly lit it.

Bo Yanching gave him a chilly look, “Couldn’t you go outside to smoke?”

Xu Shu laughed and stayed put, simply sitting down on the sofa, “I need a spot, stayed up all night doing two surgeries, didn’t get enough rest.”

He only took two puffs before pinching out the cigarette, leaning on the sofa intending to sleep, when Bo Yanching threw a blanket at him.

Xu Shu looked up, and Bo Yanching said in a flat voice, “It’s unused, clean.”

“Thanks for your sympathy, my single-dog Brother Yan.”

Xu Shu stretched out the blanket and lay down, just then Han Che knocked on the door and entered, clutching his phone with a face as pale as a ghost’s.

“Master, I didn’t stop her.”

Bo Yanching lifted his eyes, a layer of frost edging his dark pupils, “What do you mean you didn’t stop her?”

“I locked down all the exits of Rongcheng City the moment I could, but it wasn’t enough, Miss Nan took a private jet.”

Han Che pulled up the last night’s surveillance from the rooftop, his hands trembling as he showed it to Bo Yanching.

Bo Yanching didn’t even take the connection, just watched with a cold gaze.

Nan Jiaojiao, clad in a black storm jacket, climbed up the rope ladder, reaching the top where two men leaned out, pulling her aboard in the final moment.

“Heh.”

Bo Yanching choked out a few cold laughs, “Impressive!”

Han Che swallowed hard, “Master, should we pursue?”