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Chapter 158 was not accomplished.



Chapter 158 was not accomplished.

After expressing her friendship, Chen Youen changed the subject, "I saw you brought a paper bag earlier. What good stuff is in it? Is it for me?"

"Sorry, no," Shen Feiwan said with a smile, "These are my clothes. I'll be staying here with you for the next few days."

Chen Youen raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving her lips. "What, are you afraid that Bo Junxing will come and bother you again with his injuries?"

“Yes,” Shen Feiwan put down her coffee cup, gently rubbed her forehead, and couldn’t help but recall the intense scene from last night, “…I don’t want to fight like this again.”

"What! Covered in blood?" Chen You'en's eyes widened instantly, her tone filled with disbelief. "You're on your period and you still..."

“You’re overthinking it,” Shen Feiwan immediately interrupted her, explaining, “It’s the wound on his arm that’s bleeding.”

"Oh~" Chen Youen suddenly realized and nodded, "I understand, that was so exciting. By the way, what does it feel like to do it while blood is flowing like a river? It makes me want to try it myself."

"Speechless," Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes at her, "You're a pervert."

"What the hell? You're the one who's a pervert, you've already done this before."

As they were talking, Shen Feiwan's phone suddenly vibrated.

She stopped joking with Chen Youen, picked up her phone, and glanced at it.

It turned out that the person had been captured by the security camera in front of their house.

In the surveillance footage, Bo Junxing is standing at her door, looking down and trying to enter the password.

Chen Youen leaned closer, staring at the screen, and said, "I saw that he tried the password twice and failed. Did you change the password?"

Shen Feiwan blurted out, "Of course."

Just then, Bo Junxing, who was on the phone screen, seemed to notice the presence of the surveillance camera. He suddenly looked up and his eyes accurately found the camera.

His gaze was calm yet cold, as if he were looking directly into Shen Feiwan's eyes through the screen.

Chen Youen clicked her tongue, her tone tinged with emotion, "Look at his eyes, he's still very unwilling."

Shen Feiwan stared at the screen, narrowing her eyes. "If I were in that situation, I wouldn't be happy either. If anyone plays tricks on me like this, I will retaliate tenfold."

“Yeah,” Chen Youen chimed in, “Me too.”

Shen Feiwan did not respond to Chen Youen again, but simply exited the monitoring screen.

She put her phone aside, picked up her coffee again, and took a small sip.

Chen Youen suddenly remembered something and said in a light tone, "Hey, isn't Bo Fang and Shen Zhizhi's wedding in a couple of days? I heard the police are going to take Xu Ruoqing to identify the crime scene these days. What do you think it would be like if the groom's mother was handcuffed and went to identify the scene on the wedding day? Tsk tsk, that would definitely be the top story in the whole city, right?"

As she spoke, she laughed, as if she could already see the farcical scene unfolding before her eyes.

Shen Feiwan shook her head. "I asked Officer Wang about this. He said that we still need to secure evidence and go through the approval process. It's not certain when we'll go for the identification. Moreover, Xu Ruoqing also considered this and made a request to the police. The police said they would handle it at their discretion."

Upon hearing this, Chen Youen snorted: "Murderers shouldn't have human rights! 'Discretionary treatment'? That's ridiculous."

She paused, then asked, "Are you going to your stepsister's wedding?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "Even if I were to go, it wouldn't be for Shen Zhizhi. It all depends on whether Bo Junxing signs the papers."

"Didn't you ask your father to persuade him? It shouldn't be a big problem. I think he listens to his father quite a bit."

“I used to think he listened to his father a lot, but later I found that the relationship between the father and son wasn’t entirely what it seemed on the surface. Let’s wait and see. If he agrees to sign the papers, his father will definitely notify me of the divorce immediately.”

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Shen Feiwan's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Mr. Bo called right away.

Chen Youen was even more excited than Shen Feiwan, "It's done? It seems the old fox is still the most cunning; he got it done in just a few words."

Compared to Chen Youen, Shen Feiwan's emotions did not fluctuate at all; she simply reached out and pressed the speakerphone button.

On the phone, Old Master Bo's tone was cold and hard, "Leave Nancheng and never appear in front of Junxing again. I will arrange everything. Where are you now? I will send someone to pick you up immediately."

It was as if Old Master Bo was giving an order, and Shen Feiwan disliked this way of communicating.

She found it somewhat amusing, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, "Grandpa, is this an order, a request, or a discussion?"

Old Master Bo clearly disliked Shen Feiwan's attitude, and his tone became even harsher, "Little girl, don't be ungrateful. I'm doing this for your own good."

"For my own good?" Shen Feiwan chuckled lightly, her tone indifferent. "I have nothing to do with the Bo family anymore, so why should you be concerned for my own good? You are a highly respected old man, can you not speak and act so hypocritically?"

For Old Master Bo, Shen Feiwan's tone was already quite harsh.

He was enraged. "Girl, don't push me."

Shen Feiwan remained calm and spoke casually, "Grandpa, you're overthinking it. I never pressure people, I just don't like being pressured."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and casually placed it on the table, as if the call was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Chen Youen listened to the whole thing and was also very unhappy. "This old man is too domineering. Does he think we're easy targets?"

She had barely finished speaking when Shen Feiwan's phone lit up again.

A message popped up on the screen; it was from Bo Junxing.

He said: "It's no use talking to anyone."

Then they asked: "Where are you?"

Shen Feiwan didn't reply. She turned off her phone and placed it face down on the table. "It seems that even the old man of the Bo family can't change his mind."

Chen Youen narrowed her eyes, then suddenly became excited. "Bo Junxing refuses to sign, and the old man of the Bo family is so impolite. It seems we can only make a big scene at Bo Fang's wedding. This wedding is a perfect opportunity!"

Shen Feiwan nodded, her gaze calm and profound.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, and suddenly she thought of someone—Yue Ying.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone again and dialed Yue Ying's number.

After the call connected, Shen Feiwan didn't exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point, "A day has passed, is your injury much better?"

Yue Ying had obviously recognized Shen Feiwan's voice. "Don't try to be all sympathetic with me."

Shen Feiwan chuckled lightly, her tone somewhat nonchalant: "I'm not being merciful, I'm just afraid of affecting your performance later."

Yue Ying paused for a moment, her tone tinged with wariness, "What do you mean?"


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