Chapter 903

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“By the way, Brother Bo, are you and Sister-in-law… alright?”

Bo Jinchuan frowned and replied, “I’m fine.”

Yuan Sichun frowned slightly and said, “Oh… That’s good. I saw that Sister-in-law was in a bad mood yesterday… It’s good that she’s fine.”

“Yes,” replied Bo Jinchuan calmly as he glanced at his watch.

Yuan Sichun looked over and her eyes flashed. He was still wearing the same brand. He wasn’t wearing the watch Shen Fanxing bought yesterday.

She touched the watch on her left wrist and smiled.

Shen Fanxing thought too highly of herself.

The room fell silent again. Yuan Sichun’s mood changed slightly.

She racked her brains to think of a topic. In the end, when she saw Bo Jinchuan’s slightly messy shirt, she suddenly thought of the dress that Shen Fanxing had bought yesterday.

She didn’t know if Shen Fanxing had said anything to him, but if she said that she was the one who suggested buying the dress, Brother Bo would inevitably be angry with her.

After all, it concerned the Bo family’s reputation. Even the kind and charitable auntie was angry yesterday.

Thinking about it carefully, it was better to say it now than to be asked by Brother Bo.

After hesitating for a moment, she said calmly,

“Brother Bo, yesterday… I didn’t think it through. When I was buying the gown, I joked with Sister-in-law and introduced a short dress to her…”

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Bo Jinchuan’s eyebrows twitched and he finally raised his head slowly. His dark eyes looked at her coldly.

“A short skirt?”

Seeing Bo Jinchuan looking at her with a calm expression, Yuan Sichun pursed her lips. She couldn’t help but feel nervous, but there was a hint of worry on her beautiful face.

“Yes, it’s a red short dress. The design is a little… a little sexy. However, I was really joking back then. I didn’t expect her to really buy it. In the end, she might be a little angry and bought the dress… Tonight is a welcome party for Auntie! Brother Bo, you have to help me persuade Sister-in-law not to wear it out. Otherwise, I’ll really…”

The tightly shut bedroom door suddenly opened and Shen Fanxing’s lazy voice sounded.

“What breakfast have you prepared? I didn’t eat much last night. Now, I’m really…”

As she spoke, she walked out. Unexpectedly, she looked up and saw two people in the living room. Her voice trailed off.

When her gaze landed on Yuan Sichun, who was sitting on the sofa, her warm face gradually turned cold.

On the other hand, Yuan Sichun’s eyes widened when she saw Shen Fanxing. Her aggrieved and nervous face changed drastically. Her gaze was fixed on Shen Fanxing and her face froze.

She was wearing the red dress that she had just mentioned.

Just as she had said yesterday, she really had a good figure. Her proportions were perfect, and her legs were slender and straight. Her front and back were voluptuous, charming, sexy, and alluring.

She didn’t have a voluptuous figure, but she was perfect.

What made Yuan Sichun break down was the red marks on Shen Fanxing’s body.

Even a fool would know what those were.

Her hair was a little messy and coupled with her gentle and charming expression, she looked indescribably beautiful.

It was as if she had been ravaged, but also as if she had been doted on.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

No matter how one looked at it, it made one very sure of what kind of madness the two of them had experienced.

Yuan Sichun stiffened on the sofa and clenched her fists tightly. She tried her best to suppress her trembling.

Lan Qianqian stood silently at the side. When she saw Shen Fanxing, her eyes widened.

This… this was too…

Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and looked at Yuan Sichun sarcastically.

Bo Jinchuan turned to look at her. Although he was looking forward to it, now…

Feeling a little regretful, he picked up his suit jacket and draped it over her.

“Are you cold?”

As he spoke, he bent down and picked her up.

He carried her naturally and placed her on the sofa.

Yuan Sichun gritted her teeth as she stared at Shen Fanxing. The hickeys were obvious and glaring.

She turned to look at the aloof and handsome man beside her.

Was he really… such a fierce and domineering person in bed?

She forced herself to tense up, afraid that if she relaxed, she would be devoured by all the negative emotions.

Shen Fanxing curled her long legs and leaned against the sofa. She glanced at Yuan Sichun before looking up at Lan Xianxian.

She chuckled and said, “You’re here.”

Lan Xianxian looked at her and her gaze involuntarily swept across the hickeys on Shen Fanxing’s body. She quickly retracted her gaze and nodded. “Yes.”

Shen Fanxing smiled and her gaze swept across the thermos flask on the coffee table. She raised an eyebrow and suddenly pointed at it.

“This doesn’t seem like something that can be prepared in a hotel.”

Then, she turned to look at Bo Jinchuan and asked with a faint smile, “Where’s my breakfast?”

Bo Jinchuan paused and reached out to tuck her in. “Sit obediently.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up and strode towards the balcony.

Not long after, she walked back with an ugly expression.

She picked up her phone and asked for another breakfast.

Then, he sat down beside Shen Fanxing and whispered,

“Breakfast is getting cold. Wait a while more.”

Shen Fanxing nodded and said, “If you had just woken me up, breakfast wouldn’t have gone cold.”

Bo Jinchuan’s lips curled into a smile and his voice deepened. “Are you hungry?”

Shen Fanxing remained silent.

Bo Jinchuan’s gaze shifted to the soup that Yuan Sichun had poured for him. He reached out and picked up the bowl.

“Have some soup first. Breakfast should be here soon.”

“What soup is this?” asked Shen Fanxing.

“Seafood soup,” said Bo Jinchuan. He scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips. “Try it?”

Yuan Sichun pinched the web between her thumb and index finger with all her might, but she didn’t feel any pain.

Seafood soup?

Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and glanced at Yuan Sichun.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the soup.

Bo Jinchuan observed her expression quietly, trying to read her emotions.