flstandardbreds Chapter 160 Sitting at the Head Table
Chapter 160 Sitting at the Head Table
Shen Feiwan didn't care, as if the gold bracelet on her wrist was just an ordinary ornament to her.
She linked arms with Bo Junxing, her fingertips lightly resting on his arm, her steps calmly following his rhythm, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Bo Junxing glanced down at her calm profile, his chest aching and throbbing.
The two walked into the banquet hall side by side. As they moved, the gold chains on their wrists swayed slightly under the lights, shimmering with a subtle and cold luster.
But with the hall brightly lit, the special connection between them is completely unnoticed without close inspection.
The two walked into the banquet hall side by side, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Guests stopped talking and their eyes involuntarily turned to them, whispers spreading among small groups.
"How dare she come? She's brought the bride and groom's parents in; she probably won't be welcomed."
"I heard that the old man has kicked her out of the house."
"Then why are you showing up hand in hand with President Bo?"
"I don't know for sure. After all, she's beautiful and attractive, and to be honest, she must have some tricks up her sleeve. Maybe Mr. Bo just likes that kind of thing..."
Although the whispers were kept low and did not reach Shen Feiwan and Bo Junxing's ears, the two had already anticipated this scene.
Shen Feiwan tilted her head slightly, leaning closer to Bo Junxing, her voice as soft as a breeze, "You just brought me in like this, aren't you afraid of what people will say? Especially about this chain."
Bo Junxing lowered his head to meet her gaze, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness around him, his expression remaining indifferent. "Do you think they wouldn't gossip today if I hadn't brought you in?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the gold chain between the two of them, and asked, "What's wrong with this chain? Isn't it just an ordinary decoration?"
Shen Feiwan chuckled, a hint of teasing in her eyes, "Do you have a key? Ordinary decorations don't come with keys."
"Of course." Bo Junxing's expression remained unchanged as he took out a very small key from his suit pocket.
As he spoke, he walked straight to the window, opened it, and threw the keys down from upstairs in front of Shen Feiwan.
!! It's gone just like that? But it wasn't entirely unexpected for Shen Feiwan.
She raised an eyebrow. "Playing the role of a police officer? You're throwing objects from a high-rise building, that's illegal."
Bo Junxing closed the window, turned to look at her, and said, "There's a garden downstairs, no one's around. You'll stay here obediently by my side today, don't even think about escaping."
"Don't worry," Shen Feiwan lightly patted Bo Junxing's arm with her fingertips, "I won't leave until I achieve my goal today."
Bo Junxing's eyes darkened slightly. "What's your purpose?"
Shen Feiwan kept everyone in suspense, saying, "You'll find out when the time comes."
Bo Junxing pursed his lips, asked no more questions, and simply put his arm around her waist, leading her deeper into the banquet hall.
After taking two steps forward, Shen Feiwan suddenly felt a piercing gaze upon her.
She turned her head slightly and found that Bo Fang was staring intently at her.
His murderous gaze seemed to pierce her.
Shen Feiwan smiled faintly, casually took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, turned around and raised her glass to Bo Fang, her eyes filled with a hint of provocation.
Bo Fang's face darkened further, his fingers gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, so angry he wanted to drag everyone in the room down with him.
Bo Junxing glanced indifferently at the champagne in Shen Feiwan's hand, and frowned slightly. "You do drink."
“I’m not drinking,” Shen Feiwan casually put down her glass, “to annoy your nephew.”
Bo Junxing then remained silent.
At this moment, before the bride entered, Bo Junxing led Shen Feiwan to the main table.
The people sitting there were all elders of the Bo family. Ever since Shen Feiwan came in, Old Master Bo's expression had been terrible. At this moment, he had a stern face and cold eyes, but he didn't lash out on the spot out of consideration for his reputation.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was heavy and oppressive.
When the two arrived, an elder relative, for reasons unknown, even smiled and praised them, saying, "Junxing's wife is truly poised and elegant."
Old Master Bo glanced at that person, unable to even manage a forced smile.
Shen Feiwan didn't say anything, but simply sat down with Bo Junxing.
Now, because of those golden handcuffs, she has to follow Bo Jun wherever he goes.
After sitting down, she smiled and beckoned to Bo Junxing with her finger, signaling him to lower his head.
Bo Junxing glanced at her, knowing full well that the elders were scrutinizing them, but he still turned slightly to the side and leaned closer to Shen Feiwan.
Shen Feiwan leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his ear and neck, "Did you bring me to this table on purpose to embarrass me?"
The tingling, itchy sensation near his ear made Bo Junxing's breath catch in his throat slightly. He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are you embarrassed?"
He paused, then continued, "I just want everyone to know that my wife and I are doing well."
Shen Feiwan chuckled softly, "What if I hadn't come?"
Bo Junxing turned his head and glanced at her again, then reached out to smooth her hair, which wasn't messy. "Well, there's no one else around me."
Shen Feiwan avoided his movements and suddenly gave Bo Junxing a deep look. "Today, we're going to end this completely."
Bo Junxing ignored him, saying, "It's a matter between two people; you can't decide it alone."
“No,” Shen Feiwan said with unusual seriousness, “I’m the one who decides this. You just wait and see.”
"Then let's wait and see."
Although the two spoke in hushed tones, the elders at the table still sensed the subtle atmosphere between them.
Old Master Bo's face grew even darker, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his eyes burning with barely suppressed rage.
Shen Feiwan noticed the unfriendly stares around her, ignored Bo Junxing, and instead took out her phone.
She tapped the screen a few times and sent Yue Ying a message: 'You only injured your hand, not your leg. Are you unable to make it?'
On the chat interface, the previous message was the address she sent to Yue Ying.
After sending the message, Shen Feiwan saw that the other party's status showed "typing", but no message came back for a long time.
Several seconds later, the phone finally vibrated, and Yue Ying sent a voice message.
Shen Fei opened the voice-to-text function, and the message read: 'You don't need to provoke me. I don't need you to teach me how to do things.'
Upon seeing this message, Shen Feiwan knew what was going on.
She knew Yue Ying would definitely come.
As she was fiddling with her phone, someone suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ms. Shen, the chairman would like to speak with you in private."
Shen Feiwan looked up and glanced around, only to find that it was someone from Old Master Bo's side.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing over the table and landing on Old Master Bo across from her.