Chapter 137: Sister, May I Kiss You?
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“How did you two meet?”
“That day, I had just finished work when I happened to witness a robbery...”
Shen Yibai told him everything about how he had met Jiang Ciyou, piece by piece.
He described it in painstaking detail, as though he had fallen back into the memory of that day.
Bo Jinxiu, however, felt his heart tighten.
He had never known that Jiang Ciyou had been caught up in a robbery while she was in Paris.
“She was incredible. When she knocked those two men flat in just a few moves, I thought she was glowing from head to toe. And when she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes were like the most dazzling jewels in the world. At that moment, I felt as though my heart had stopped beating...”
“Do you understand that feeling?” Shen Yibai asked, leaning toward Bo Jinxiu.
Bo Jinxiu’s face darkened. “No. I only know that if your heart stops beating, you die.”
Shen Yibai clicked his tongue. “Uncle, you may have a brilliant business mind, but you know nothing about love.”
Shen Yibai was drunk.
Bo Jinxiu stuffed him directly into the back seat of the car.
The vehicle soon merged onto the elevated expressway.
He intended to take Shen Yibai to Lushan Villa.
His grandmother had been missing him terribly.
“Sister... Sister...”
Half-asleep, Shen Yibai was still calling Jiang Ciyou’s name.
At the sound of him repeatedly saying “Sister,”
Bo Jinxiu’s handsome brows drew together despite himself.
“Sister, you’re so beautiful when you smile...”
Bo Jinxiu left the expressway and reached an intersection. He abruptly swung the steering wheel to the left.
Shen Yibai’s body lurched sharply to the right, and his head struck the window.
Even in his sleep, his brow furrowed.
But it seemed he had dreamed of something wonderful.
“Sister, can I kiss you...?”
Bang!
Bo Jinxiu slammed on the brakes.
Shen Yibai rolled straight out of the back seat.
The next morning.
Shen Yibai awoke in bed.
He found himself in unfamiliar surroundings.
He instinctively rubbed his forehead.
His head hurt, his shoulder hurt—why did his entire body ache?
It felt as though someone had beaten him up.
Shen Yibai sat up.
He discovered that he was in a villa estate.
The moment he opened the door, the butler was standing outside.
The butler had been brought over from the old family residence in the capital.
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Shen Yibai naturally recognized him. “Butler Zheng, what are you doing here? Where is this?”
“Young Master Yibai, you’re finally back. This is Lushan Villa. The Old Madam is in the dining room, calling for you to join her for breakfast.”
Shen Yibai remembered then.
His grandmother had moved to Rongcheng three years ago.
She was a native of Rongcheng, born and raised there. Besides, the climate was pleasant, the scenery beautiful, and the city exceptionally comfortable to live in.
His grandfather, however, still remained in the capital.
Although advanced in years, he was still vigorous and sharp-minded.
The major affairs of the family were still decided by him.
Over the past two years, however, his grandfather had been planning to relinquish control.
He had said that he would retire completely before turning eighty.
As a result, the family had become a chaotic battleground of power struggles.
No wonder his grandmother had come here to seek some peace and quiet.
Shen Yibai rarely returned to the country, and whenever he did, he went straight to the capital. He had never visited Lushan Villa before.
Still, he was happy to see his family.
He ran all the way to the dining room.
Sure enough, he saw the Old Madam and Bo Jinxiu having breakfast.
“Grandma!” Shen Yibai shouted.
Then he rushed over and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He kissed her cheek several times in succession. “Grandma, I’ve missed you so much!”
The Old Madam’s eyes crinkled with delight.
“All right, all right, let go of me first.”
Shen Yibai continued clinging to her and acting spoiled. “Grandma, did you miss me?”
“Of course I did. Grandma missed her darling grandson.”
Shen Yibai had been raised at the old family residence until he was five.
Back then, the Old Madam had kept him by her side every day.
Naturally, they had grown extremely close.
“If you missed Grandma, why didn’t you say anything when you came back?”
Bo Jinxiu was quick to expose him.
The Old Madam deliberately put on a stern expression. “That’s right. You claim you missed Grandma, yet you’ve been in Rongcheng for several days. Why haven’t you come to see me?”
Shen Yibai pursed his lips unhappily at Bo Jinxiu.
Then he began placating the Old Madam.
“Grandma, would you like a granddaughter-in-law?”
The Old Madam looked momentarily bewildered. “What do you mean?”
“I came here this time to pursue a girl. I haven’t won her over yet, so how could I have the nerve to come back and face you?”
The Old Madam was delighted when she heard that.
Although the Bo family had many descendants,
she herself had three daughters and one son.
Of her three daughters,
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the eldest, Bo Wanhua, had a son—Shen Yibai.
The second daughter, Bo Wanqiu, had a son and a daughter, Bo Rujing and Bo Ruhua.
The youngest daughter, Bo Wanyun, had a daughter, Bo Xinyi.
On the surface, the Bo family seemed to have no shortage of descendants.
But none of her children got along with one another.
They were less close than strangers, let alone siblings.
Whenever they met, they either quarreled over the family fortune or came to blows.
Thoroughly disappointed, she had fled to Rongcheng in search of peace.
Fortunately, the third generation was still fairly filial.
However, almost all of them had grown up abroad.
They had been raised on that so-called advanced Western ideology.
Some said they would never fall in love in this lifetime. Some simply fell in love with men. Others said that even if they married someday, they would remain childless by choice.
In short, the whole family was a complete mess.
Now that she suddenly heard Shen Yibai say he intended to find her a granddaughter-in-law, the Old Madam was naturally overjoyed.
“You already have a girl you like? Is she from Rongcheng? Which family is she from? Tell me, and I’ll make the arrangements for you.”
Bo Jinxiu suddenly spoke.
“Mother, can you really make decisions for Eldest Sister? You’d better not make promises so casually.”
The Old Madam could only sigh when she heard that.
She had been raised as a refined young lady in a traditional scholarly household.
After marrying Bo Haiquan, she had been pampered all her life.
She was gentle and somewhat weak by nature, yet every one of her children had a temperament more unyielding than the last.
The most formidable of them was the eldest, Bo Wanhua.
Naturally, the Old Madam could not make decisions for her.
She pouted. “I was only asking. Can’t a grandmother show concern for her grandson?”
Shen Yibai said, “No one needs to make decisions about my marriage—not even my mother. In this lifetime, I will marry the person I love. Otherwise, I’ll remain single forever.”
The Old Madam felt he was taking things too far.
She leaned forward and asked, “Then what is the name of the girl you like?”
Shen Yibai smiled, revealing a shy dimple. “Her name is Jiang Ciyou.”
Bo Jinxiu’s expression turned completely grim.
The Old Madam murmured the name several times. “Jiang Ciyou... Isn’t she your...”
“Mother, Yibai is simply acting on wishful thinking. Miss Jiang does not like him.”
The Old Madam was left speechless.
Because she knew that Jiang Ciyou had always been Bo Jinxiu’s... girlfriend.
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