flstandardbreds Chapter 114: Did she come looking for me?
Chapter 114: Did she come looking for me?
Meanwhile, inside the presidential suite of the Grand Hyatt Yuncheng Hotel.
Bo Junxing closed his laptop and rubbed his throbbing temples. Just as he closed his eyes to rest, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Song Yanzhou's WeChat message popped up on the screen: [Is your sister-in-law doing charity work at Nancheng University? There's a young woman in Lao Zhou's WeChat Moments photo who looks a lot like her, and the young man next to her is practically clinging to her. What's going on?]
Bo Junxing quickly opened the chat window and zoomed in on the screenshot of Song Yanzhou's WeChat Moments.
The date was yesterday.
In the photo, Shen Feiwan stands under a banner that reads "Law Goes to the Countryside," her beige trench coat billowing in the mountain breeze. Beside her, a young man in a hoodie is bending down to organize her documents, his handsome face almost touching her shoulder.
When the photo is enlarged, the boy's reddened ear tips stand out clearly amidst the noise.
The woman in the photo is Shen Feiwan!
Bo Junxing recognized him at a glance.
Song Yanzhou posted several photos of the two of them together, and in almost every photo, the two of them were standing so close!
But didn't she go to see Qiu Ying these past two days? Why is she doing charity work and chatting and laughing with a young man?
Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed; he felt annoyed and frustrated, quite displeased.
After hovering his fingertips over the keyboard for two seconds, he quickly replied to Song Yanzhou: [You've mistaken her for someone else. She's been with me these past two days.]
After sending it, he quickly walked to the refrigerator, opened a bottle of ice water, and gulped it down.
After finishing his water, he walked back to the sofa, picked up his phone, and dialed Shen Feiwan's number without hesitation.
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Suicheng, a hotel in a small town.
The sound of the shower water abruptly stopped.
When Shen Feiwan came out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair, her phone was vibrating wildly on the bedside table.
However, when she reached out to pick up her phone, the last bit of battery suddenly ran out, and the phone shut down and the screen went black.
She didn't even see who called her.
Her hair was still dripping wet, and it was several minutes later before she could charge her phone and turn it back on.
"Bo Junxing..." Looking at the three words on the missed call record, Shen Feiwan silently dialed back.
The moment the call connected, Bo Junxing's deep voice came through the receiver, "What are you doing?"
"I was taking a shower just now," Shen Feiwan explained, then asked, "I noticed you made several phone calls. Is there something urgent you need to tell me?"
Instead of answering, Bo Junxing asked, "Where are you now?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Shen Feiwan turned on the speakerphone, quickly drying her hair with her hands free. "But I've finished my business, I'll be back tomorrow."
"Where are you going back?"
“Weren’t we always ‘together’?” Shen Feiwan chuckled. “Of course, I’m going back to Yuncheng to find you, Mr. Bo.”
"..." The wrinkles between his brows instantly smoothed out. For some reason, Bo Junxing suddenly felt much better.
But it's not completely healed yet. He said, "I just received some photos, I'll send them to you."
"Oh?" Shen Feiwan asked casually, "Why are you showing this to me? Is it something to do with me?"
"Yes."
“Great!” Shen Feiwan became interested. “I’m actually quite curious that someone sent you my photos.”
She had barely finished speaking when she received a message from Bo Junxing.
Upon opening the link, Shen Feiwan's expression froze.
Before she even hung up the phone, she asked Bo Junxing, "You haven't been following me all this time, have you?"
"What do you think? If I had been following you all along, would I need to ask where you are now?"
"...That's true. Who sent you the photos?"
Bo Junxing did not betray his good friend, only saying, "I saw it on a classmate's WeChat Moments."
Shen Feiwan nodded. "Do you have any questions about these photos?"
"Of course, aren't you looking for Qiu Ying?"
"Yes, we've found him. Do you see the male college student standing next to me in the photo?"
"...It's hard to miss."
“Haha,” Shen Feiwan chuckled, “that’s Qiu Ying’s son.”
"So you found Qiu Ying through him?"
"No. But I managed to get Qiu Ying under my control. Don't you think he seems quite naive?"
“…………” Bo Junxing didn’t want to discuss other men with Shen Feiwan at all. “I don’t think so.”
He answered so quickly that Shen Feiwan felt like she'd been choked. "You've killed the conversation. And your tone isn't very pleasant either. Is something wrong with your work today?"
"It went very smoothly."
"No?"
"Ah."
"Okay, I'll hang up now. I've already answered what you wanted to know and satisfied your curiosity. I just finished showering and I still need to dry my hair."
As Shen Feiwan spoke, she hung up the phone naturally, not at all like she was sulking.
Bo Junxing sensed her state.
She was always the fastest to hang up the phone; Bo Junxing had never experienced this with anyone else.
And she always seemed so composed, unlike him...
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, he felt very embarrassed.
Because it felt as if this woman had completely controlled all my emotions over the phone.
He actually wanted to say more to her, but it seemed he had already messed things up, and she had no desire to continue the conversation.
This feeling is very bad.
Bo Junxing didn't want to immerse himself in this 'unfree' state, so he took the initiative to send Shen Feiwan another message.
"Did Qiu Ying give any instructions?"
Shen Feiwan replied instantly.
However, Bo Junxing disliked this reply.
In short, just five words: 【We'll talk when we meet tomorrow】
But his pride wouldn't allow him to keep trying to win over a cold shoulder.
After finally calming down and almost falling asleep, he suddenly remembered something else.
The woman said "see you tomorrow," but she didn't even ask him where he lived.
So when Shen Feiwan opened his eyes the next morning, he found that Bo Junxing had sent him the hotel location, room number, and door access code at around 12:00 a.m.
She nodded as she looked at the message, thinking that Bo Junxing, aside from occasionally having a sour face and a cold tone, was actually quite considerate.
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The flowers in the presidential suite are changed daily.
Bo Junxing didn't have a particular preference for it, but if asked, he would say that lighter colors looked more pleasing to the eye.
Therefore, during the few days I stayed here, the fresh flowers in the room were always light-colored, such as white, light pink, light yellow, or light purple.
However, before leaving today, he specifically instructed room service to bring in a bouquet of red roses.
During his morning inspection, he would occasionally take out his phone to check it, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
But there was still no word from Shen Feiwan until lunchtime.
Actually, his work here could have ended long ago; he extended his business trip to wait for Shen Feiwan to handle some matters.
I sent her the room number and door access code last night, but she hasn't replied. I don't know what time her train is coming, and I have no idea what she's busy with every day.
Thinking of this, Bo Junxing couldn't help but frown.
He remained in this state until he finished lunch and returned to his hotel room.
As soon as he entered the door, he stopped abruptly.
Because there was a pair of women's shoes in the entryway, with some mud on the soles that had been brought back from who-knows-where, they were placed crookedly next to his shoes, making them look particularly small.
Is that woman coming to find us?