Chapter 81: Who Is Stronger, Him or Me?

He didn’t care about any of that. He wasn’t a pedantic man. But the thought that Yan Feng had been the first to enjoy her beauty stirred jealousy within him. No, not just jealousy—it was a maddening envy. He even wished to tear Yan Feng apart, just to vent his wrath.

Bo Jinshu sat in the car for a long time, finally managing to steady his emotions. Xia Ling’s intentions were so blatant. If he let himself be provoked by her, he’d be as foolish as Yan Feng.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ci You received a task at the television station. During the morning meeting in the news department, Tang Fei said, “Ci You, the Paradise Resort project officially launches tomorrow. There will be a groundbreaking ceremony, and the station has arranged an interview with the project director. Prepare yourself.”

Jiang Ci You knew of the Paradise Resort project and that the construction had been awarded to Haifeng Architecture. But she didn’t know Yan Feng would be personally responsible for it, let alone as the project director. After all, his experience was limited, and he had never overseen such a large-scale project. It seemed more likely that the vice chairman or Yan Chengye himself would take charge.

Regardless, this was a great event for the Yan family. Jiang Ci You agreed readily.

“We’ll be following the Paradise Resort project long-term and producing a feature series. You’ll be in charge of this series from now on. You can assemble your own team, choose anyone from the station, and everyone will cooperate with you,” Tang Fei told her.

Jiang Ci You nodded. “Alright, I’ll give it my best.”

At seven-thirty that evening, Jiang Ci You finished reading the news and got off work. Just as she stepped out of the TV building, she saw a familiar car parked at the entrance. Smiling, she walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.

“Why do you have time to pick me up today?” she asked.

Bo Jinshu’s expression was not playful—it was rather serious. “I missed you.”

Jiang Ci You reached out, habitually scratching his chin. “Looks like you’re in a bad mood today.”

Bo Jinshu finally smiled a little. “No, I’m not.”

Men, too, sometimes lie. Bo Jinshu was indeed in a foul mood today. It was only when his mood soured that he became so demanding in bed.

He loved to kiss her, worshipping every inch of her skin. When they became one, he would prop himself up to watch every subtle expression on her face, most fond of seeing her lost and intoxicated.

Tonight, Bo Jinshu was inventive, doing everything to please her. Jiang Ci You was completely swept up in his embrace.

But just as she was most dizzy, most entranced—

A low, husky voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Ci You’s ear.

“Who’s better, me or him?”

Waves of dizziness washed over her like heat. Jiang Ci You didn’t even have time to react, her soft, wet voice tinged with a hint of allure: “What?”

Bo Jinshu propped himself up, staring into Jiang Ci You’s eyes. Compared to her intoxication, he seemed exceptionally clear-headed tonight. His voice was hoarse, his lips lingering by her ear with utmost tenderness, coaxing her like a child begging for candy. “Me or Yan Feng—who’s better?”

Hearing Yan Feng’s name, Jiang Ci You sobered considerably. She opened her eyes, the haze of pleasure ebbing away like the tide, replaced by a cold clarity.

Bo Jinshu noticed it too. There was a thin layer of anger in her eyes.

He hurried to apologize: “I’m sorry.”

But Jiang Ci You saw through him. She pushed him away directly. “Bo Jinshu, you’ve crossed the line.”

Bo Jinshu propped himself on one arm, half reclining on the bed, the blanket barely covering his waist, exposing a stretch of firm abs against pale skin. His expression had a hint of grievance, making him look like a pretty boy serving with his looks.

“Is it not even allowed to mention him?” Was Yan Feng his forbidden territory—had he just stepped on it, and she was already angry?

“Mr. Bo, let me remind you again: we are together because we make each other happy, not to upset one another.”

Jiang Ci You was truly angry. She was angry because she realized he minded she wasn’t his first. But her first time was an unspeakable pain in her heart.

Her first time was certainly not with Yan Feng. That day, whatever happened, it was as if she’d lost her memory—she had no recollection at all. She only knew her body had been violated. As for who it was, she had no idea; she’d investigated for years and found no clue.

Jiang Ci You’s intuition told her it was related to Xia Ling. But for now, she had no evidence.

Thinking of it made Jiang Ci You feel terrible.

She got up and went straight to the bathroom.

When she finished her shower and came out, Bo Jinshu was still sitting on the bed, looking pitifully aggrieved.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I apologize. But I’m really not what you think.”

“I… I’m just a little jealous.”

Bo Jinshu seemed frustrated. “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

Even if it were someone else, he wouldn’t be so jealous. But that person was Yan Feng, her childhood companion for over twenty years. Although their relationship was sour now, Bo Jinshu was not sure whether Jiang Ci You still had feelings for Yan Feng.

Especially now that Yan Feng had seen through Xia Ling’s true face. Would he try to win Jiang Ci You back?

Jiang Ci You looked at Bo Jinshu—so much grievance, frustration, regret, shame, and the cautious, pleasing manner of a child who’d done something wrong. He was nothing like the aloof, forbidding prince he usually appeared to be.

“Don’t be angry, okay?” His lowered gaze was truly like an innocent puppy.

Jiang Ci You sat beside him, sighing softly. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips.

“I’m not angry.”

Then she stared into Bo Jinshu’s eyes. “But Bo Jinshu, don’t really fall in love with me, or that will be the end of us.”

Bo Jinshu was unwilling to accept it. “Why? Is it because of the hurt Yan Feng caused you, and now others must bear it?”

Jiang Ci You replied quietly, “Because I don’t love you.”

Bo Jinshu was stunned.

“I’ll sleep on the third floor tonight. You should shower and get some rest too.”

She was clear-minded and gentle. After speaking, she left his room.

Yes.

When Jiang Ci You first moved in, she said she’d stay in the room on the third floor, and they would respect each other’s privacy. But all this time, they’d been sleeping together, and Bo Jinshu had forgotten the rules they’d set.

He couldn’t understand why she remained so clear-headed and restrained. Three years—if she were a stone, her heart should have warmed.

They’d been like lovers in the throes of passion lately. He could sense her growing attachment to him.

But now, because of one sentence, everything had reverted to how it was before.

So, did Yan Feng really matter to her that much?