Chapter 22 - 22 22 Out of Control

22: Chapter 22 Out of Control 22: Chapter 22 Out of Control Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Bo Jingshen seemed to soften upon seeing the scattered marks on Su Lu’s neck and shoulders, as well as her wide, doe-like eyes at this moment, so the curve of his mouth softened slightly.

Bo Jingshen, “What?

Didn’t you have a lot of courage last night?”

Su Lu took a deep breath, “How do you plan to take responsibility?”

I can marry you.

The phrase suddenly popped into Bo Jingshen’s mind, and then he thought of that annoying Gu Xin.

The originally soft curve of his mouth tightened instantly, and when he spoke again, his tone became casual.

“I’ve slept with many people.

I can own up to it.

If you want money, a house, or a car, it’s all negotiable.

Or do you want to get involved in any of Boss’s projects?”

Su Lu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled lightly.

Despite losing the courage that last night’s alcohol had given her, she still had the courage to ask, “Have you slept with…

many people?”

Bo Jingshen: “…” Damn, he’s not a gigolo.

But he only remained silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and laughed softly, “In any case, it won’t be like you.

Married for five years, yet Gu Xin won’t touch you?”

Su Lu bit her lip, “Then give me a project.

Aren’t you developing a technology park?

There should be plenty of opportunities for cooperation.”

Perhaps this way, her relationship with him could be simpler.

“Okay.

After returning to Feng City, come to my company to discuss it.” Bo Jingshen picked up the bathrobe beside him and walked toward the bathroom.

As he walked, he said, “Get up.

Breakfast will be delivered soon; you can receive it.”

The sound of the shower echoed in the bathroom, and Su Lu let out a long breath, then endured the soreness in her body and struggled to pull on another bathrobe.

When she got out of bed, her feet touched the soft carpet.

Her legs felt even softer than the carpet, and she could barely stand steadily, her face flushing slightly.

She reached for her phone, where there were messages from Liu Qiming, full of pleadings and apologies, mainly for last night’s incident, hoping she could say good things about him in front of Bo Jingshen.

Reading between the lines, it was evident that Liu Qiming was in a tough spot.

Su Lu knew she was played last night, so she couldn’t be bothered to reply.

Then she saw a message from Su Jiao.

Su Jiao: “Why didn’t you return my call?

I’ll be coming to Hai City in a few days too.

Dad says you know both Second Young Master Jiang and President Bo?

Dad wants you to introduce me to them.”

Seeing this message, Su Lu felt even less inclined to reply than she did to Liu Qiming’s.

She directly closed the chat window.

Su Lu turned her head and saw a few handbags neatly displayed under the spotlight.

Her face turned crimson.

Heaven knows what Bo Jingshen would think if he saw this scene?

Anyway, she was immediately overwhelmed by shame, her toes curling.

When Bo Jingshen came out of the shower, what he saw was the slim figure in a white bathrobe squatting on the ground, urgently and hurriedly stuffing those handbags displayed under the spotlight into boxes and bags.

She looked quite flustered, and her movements clearly showed her embarrassment and guilt.

Bo Jingshen’s lips curled, “Had I known, I’d have bought you a few more, so you could set up an exhibition in the room.”

The figure squatting on the ground stiffened, and then moved even more frantically.

The doorbell rang.

Bo Jingshen walked over, grabbed her shoulder, and made her stand up, “It should be breakfast.

Open the door; I’ll take care of this.”

With a flushed face and weak legs, Su Lu rushed to the outer part of the suite and opened the door.

A waiter stood outside, pushing a dining cart and smiling politely as the door opened, “Hello, Mr.

Bo’s breakfast is here.

May I bring it in?”

A pale and haggard face appeared behind the smiling waiter.

Su Lu was stunned, almost not recognizing that this was Zhuang Cai Nan.

Because the haggard and disheveled woman in front of her bore no resemblance to the elite and proud Zhuang Cai Nan from before.

Zhuang Cai Nan still smelled faintly of alcohol, her eyes bloodshot, her lips dry and cracked, devoid of color.

She stood behind the waiter, staring intently at Su Lu.

Her gaze fixed on the exposed half of Su Lu’s fair-neck, her eyes reddening further.

“Jingshen, is he here with you…” Zhuang Cai Nan’s voice was hoarse.

She had waited outside Bo Jingshen’s suite all night, ringing the doorbell several times, but never got a response.

She thought he was still angry, so he didn’t open the door.

So she waited at the door, never imagining that he hadn’t opened the door not because he was angry but because he wasn’t even in the room.

The marks on Su Lu’s neck felt like knives stabbing into her eyes.

She had never felt such hatred before…

The remaining bit of rationality in Zhuang Cai Nan only kept her from losing control and rushing into the room to confront Bo Jingshen.

The waiter noticed the tense atmosphere and asked, “Uh, do you know this lady?”

Su Lu was about to speak when Zhuang Cai Nan lost control and shouted angrily, “Su Lu, how can you be so shameless?

Are you not ashamed?

An already married woman not honoring her vows and stealing another’s man?”

The waiter felt awkward but knew he couldn’t intervene, so he tried to smooth things over softly, “Ladies, please calm down…”

Su Lu’s lips tightened, feeling as if she had been slapped, standing there not knowing how to retort Zhuang Cai Nan.

She felt a sense of shame.

Because Bo Jingshen was Zhuang Cai Nan’s boyfriend…

Stealing someone else’s boyfriend, sleeping with another’s boyfriend—such things, given her upbringing and principles, were impossible to imagine happening.

But meeting Bo Jingshen, everything went out of control.

Su Lu took a deep breath and said quietly to the waiter, “Please bring the cart inside.

Thank you.”

The waiter hesitated, fearing that the two women might start fighting, which would cause serious trouble.

The waiter was troubled, but fortunately, he wasn’t troubled for long.

Soon, the elevator in the corridor dinged and opened.

Assistant Qiu hurriedly walked over in quick strides.

“Miss Su, I’m sorry I’m late,” Assistant Qiu said, slightly out of breath.

Su Lu looked at him in confusion, “It’s fine.”

Assistant Qiu turned to Zhuang Cai Nan and said, “Miss Zhuang, please come with me.

I will take you to the airport.”

Zhuang Cai Nan’s eyes were bloodshot, “I’m not leaving.

Why should I leave?”

Assistant Qiu handed his phone to Zhuang Cai Nan, showing an ongoing call on the screen.

Zhuang Cai Nan collected her emotions and answered the call.

Cheng Yan’s deep and indifferent voice came through, “This is Cheng Yan.”

Zhuang Cai Nan steadied her emotions, “Yes.”

Cheng Yan said, “Come to Feng City to help me, or go back abroad.

Boss gives you these two options.

I personally recommend you go back.

Given your current emotional state, you will only make more emotional decisions in the future, inevitably leading to uncontrollable chaos.”

Zhuang Cai Nan’s entire body trembled, her eyes blank, looking toward the suite but unable to see the man inside.

Her voice was hoarse, “He doesn’t even want to tell me this himself.”

Cheng Yan replied, “Go back.”

“No, I’ll come to Feng City,” Zhuang Cai Nan said and then hung up the phone.

She looked fixedly at Su Lu, “Then, until next time, Su Lu.”