Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Chapter 881: Rakshasa

Reality had proven that Shen Fanxing was a smart woman.

In the living room of the Bo family’s residence, Shen Fanxing held a needle and thread. She looked at the pattern Lan Xianxian had given her and the most basic embroidery technique. She could actually produce a petal.

“Chinese embroidery can be divided into Su embroidery, Xiang embroidery, Shu embroidery, and Hu embroidery. Each of them has their own characteristics. Most of the embroidery I know is Su embroidery, which is double-sided embroidery. Its patterns are beautiful, the concept is ingenious, the embroidery is meticulous, the needlework is lively, and the colors are elegant. There are more than 30 types of needlework…”

Lan Xianxian lowered her head to embroider the handkerchief as she imparted knowledge to Shen Fanxing.

It was fine if it wasn’t popularized, but once it was, Shen Fanxing put down the white veil.

“What’s wrong?” Lan Xianxian looked up at her in confusion.

Shen Fanxing scratched her forehead with her fair fingers and said, “I have my specialties. I don’t think embroidery suits me.”

Looking at Shen Fanxing’s conflicted expression, Lan Qianqian couldn’t help but laugh.

“Embroidery is something that requires a lot of patience to study and learn. Many people in the modern era don’t like to insist on such things. If you don’t have patience, you can just say that it doesn’t suit you. Pfft…”

With such a simple excuse, how did he look like a smart person?

Shen Fanxing held her phone and opened the search engine. She entered the word “Su Xiu”. Indeed, Baike had an introduction and history of development.

As she flipped through it, she said, “Everyone has something they’re good at and not good at. It’s really difficult to chase a duck up a tree. If I have the time to embroider, I don’t know how much money I’ll get.”

Lan Xianxian shook her head and suddenly felt melancholic. “It’s also because everyone has the same thoughts as you that embroidery is rarely seen nowadays.”

Shen Fanxing replied calmly and scrolled through her phone.

“Yes, it’s been more than 2,000 years since its development. It has been listed as an intangible cultural heritage, so there’s no such reputation.”

Lan Xianxian took a deep breath and said, “Is this really okay? Didn’t you ask me to embroider today because Madam Bo is coming back tomorrow?”

Shen Fanxing coughed awkwardly and said, “It’s not of much use.”

“That’s true, especially embroidery. It’s not something that can be learned overnight. However, Madam Bo is from Suzhou and values embroidery.”

Shen Fanxing naturally knew this.

“Because there are fewer and fewer embroiderers nowadays. Madam Bo is a little angry. Look around. All the girls around our age know how to embroider.”

Shen Fanxing nodded and looked at Bo Anxi and Yuan Muchun.

They were looking for an heir everywhere.

At this moment, Bo Jinghang came back from somewhere. He reeked of alcohol and cold air.

She bent and sat on the sofa beside Shen Fanxing.

His gaze swept across Lan Xian’s face and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh, why did you lift your fringe? Aren’t you afraid of being exposed?”

Lan Qianqian couldn’t help but turn her head to avoid his gaze as she continued to embroider.

“Did Sister-in-law embroider this?”

The smell of alcohol on Bo Jinghang’s body intensified and he took a look at the handkerchief in front of Shen Fanxing.

“Pfft, what’s this embroidery? It’s uneven and uneven. Do you know?”

Shen Fanxing turned her head to look at him. Seeing his actions, she almost burst out laughing.

Bo Jinghang took her handkerchief and looked around. He picked up the needle on it and started embroidering.

That 1.8-meter-tall man had a healthy tan. The way he held the embroidery needle was too comical.

The embroidery needle was almost invisible between his fingers, but he embroidered it carefully.

Coincidentally, Shen Fanxing had a phone in her hand. She subconsciously switched on the camera and started recording.

After recording for nearly a minute, Lan Xianxian couldn’t help but laugh.

Bo Jinghang looked up and Shen Fanxing hurriedly ended the recording.

When he saw Bo Jinghang, his handsome face turned red.

She threw the handkerchief on the coffee table.

“F*ck!”

As if he was avoiding the plague, he leaned against the corner of the sofa and pointed at the handkerchief with a terrified expression.

“Who… who gave it to me?”

Shen Fanxing picked up the handkerchief that he had thrown away and took a closer look. It was indeed better than hers.

She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re good at embroidery. You’ve practiced before, right? How many years have you practiced?”

Bo Jinghang’s face turned even redder. “I… I just inserted two needles…”

Lan Xianxian couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh.

“When Second Young Master was young, he was forced by Madam Bo to learn embroidery. At that time, he was with us girls. Whenever he had nothing to do, Madam Bo would teach him…”

“Damn, Lan Xianxian, shut up!”

The image was too vivid and Shen Fanxing couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bo Jinghang, you’re too experienced.”

“…”

The corners of Bo Jinghang’s lips twitched. Thinking of the past, he couldn’t help but close his eyes in despair.

What f*cking life experience?

The sound of a car engine sounded outside the villa. Not long after, Bo Jinchuan walked in. His gaze swept across the few people in the living room before landing on Shen Fanxing.

Shen Fanxing was sitting with Lan Xianxian, who was fiddling with her hand.

“Do you know how to embroider?”

Lan Qianqian nodded and said, “Yes, the embroidery thread is very thin and soft. If you don’t take good care of your hands, they will turn velvet.”

Shen Fanxing nodded in anticipation. She raised her slender hand and shone it at the light.

“Her fingers are like the roots of a onion, fair and tender, blue and slender. Yes… Her hands are red and tender, and the entire city is filled with lust…”

“Pfft…”

Bo Jinghang, who was drinking tea, suddenly spat out the tea in his mouth.

Shen Fanxing gave him a sidelong glance.

“Sister… Sister-in-law, you have to remember that you’re a real woman. Don’t always say such flirtatious words to Sister, okay?”

Shen Fanxing frowned and asked, “What did I say?”

Bo Jinghang glanced at the blushing Lan Xianxian and his lips twitched.

Unconsciously flirting was even scarier!

The moment he turned his head, Bo Jinhang suddenly felt a sinister and terrifying aura surging towards him.

His body stiffened and he turned his head abruptly. Indeed, the man who seemed to be shrouded in a black fog walked in slowly…