Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

He solemnly answered, “Someone like me or Jinyan, of course!”

Gross!

Ye Erruo’s expression completely darkened when she heard that answer, and she could not help wishing to smash the lunch box she had in her hand right into this shameless fellow’s face.

Bo Jinyan hastily cut in to play mediator. “Don’t mind him. This friend of mine loves to crack jokes.”

The woman shot the other man a loathful gaze in return. I can pick whatever man I want. It’s none of his freaking business. No one but me can pinpoint the faults of my man.

“Darn it!” Yu Lingfeng’s mood was down in the pits as he sent his fist smashing into the car door to vent his anger.

“Lunatic!” she commented sarcastically.

Bo Jinyan’s friend is being really hateful! He’s behaving like a wacko who has just escaped from an asylum.

Things instantly became awkward in the car.

Growl… Her stomach suddenly made a sound.

“Forget about the lunch box. We’ll have a proper meal back home. Plus, we’re almost there,” said Bo Jinyan.

Minutes later, they arrived back at his estate. Ye Erruo kept a wide berth from the two men after they alighted from the car and made their way into the hall.

Her cold aloofness had Yu Lingfeng instantly feeling very regretful of his earlier impulsive actions in the car, especially when she chose to sit far away from him at the dining table later.

“Have some soup,” suggested his friend as he presented a bowl of veggie soup to her.

“Thank you.”

“Eat a chicken drumstick too.” He picked up a small fried chicken drumstick to place it on her plate.

The woman bowed her head in disgust as she pushed the drumstick to a corner of her plate.

“Sorry, but my cough won’t allow me to eat anything greasy.”

It was only upon hearing this answer that his heavy mood lifted a little. He then tried to place an egg on her plate, only to be blocked by her hand. “Thanks, but I’ve got hands. I can take my own food. Besides, I don’t like eating eggs.”

She doesn’t like eating eggs?

The man secretly took note of this in his heart. After placing his chopsticks down on the table, he picked up a wine glass and sipped at the red wine in it lightly as he cast a meaningful gaze at the woman.

However, judging by his staring and the way he had vilified Mo Jiangye earlier, Ye Erruo reckoned that the man had to be up to no good.

“Rest early when you’re done with dinner. Just so you know, if the downpour doesn’t stop tomorrow, you might really have to stay here for a couple more days.”

“No! Cough, cough…” Ye Erruo sputtered.

It would be a disaster at home if I were to stay here any longer.

“How are you going to leave? It’s too dangerous to be on the road in this heavy downpour! You’re better off staying here to recuperate until your man finds his way here to take you home,” implored the man.

She paid no attention to him, however. I really don’t like this person!

Bo Jinyan gave his friend an eye signal to indicate that he should stop talking.

“It’s fine. I’ll take you home once the rain lightens up.”

She looked at him gratefully and gushed. “Thank you!”

I wonder if Bo Yu has told Mo Jiangye about yesterday’s events. Is Lin Jingxuan dead? If he’s really dead… will I be punished by the law after leaving this place? Come to think of it, I’m feeling a trace of fear. I’ve killed someone—No, that’s not right. I did it in self-defense. If I hadn’t stabbed him, the one harmed or possibly killed would have been me!

…

Meanwhile, at the Zhuang Ge Residence…

Bo Yu’s forehead was all sweaty as he anxiously paced back and forth around the house. His boss had not called him the entire day, but his phone was ringing non-stop now.

“Is Young Master Lin still unconscious?”

“Yes, sir!”

“And those idiots haven’t revealed anything about Young Madam’s whereabouts?”

“We’ve already maimed those fellows, but they still haven’t revealed anything useful or clear about Young Madam’s whereabouts,” answered a bodyguard.

“Have you tried looking for her in the reservoir?”

“We’ve searched the place according to what Young Master Lin’s men have said. We ransacked the storage room and emptied the reservoir, but there’s still no sign of Young Madam.”

“How could she possibly have vanished without a trace?” Bo Yu lashed out.

Suddenly, a maid holding a phone in her hand fearfully approached him. “S-Sir, Young Master is looking for you!”

Bo Yu was silent.

“Young Master!”

“Get her to answer the phone!” An eerie, cold voice was heard from the other end of the line.

“How untimely this is, Young Master! Young Madam has fallen asleep already. She’s been sleeping very early these days.”

“Wake her up!”

“…”