Distinct finger marks were exposed in Yunshen’s field of vision.
He was montarily stunned, thinking of Mrs. Bo’s uncomfortable deanor after entering the master bedroom.
Qin Yan hadn’t left because she had received a phone call like his mother had said but because of the slap on her face, right?
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and laughed without reason.
His mother’s mind was much clearer than the old man’s!
Qin Yan must have said or done sothing to make his mother angry!
Otherwise, Miss Lu, who always placed the greatest importance on etiquette and cultivation, would definitely not have laid a hand on Qin Yan.
Yunshen leaned back in the driver’s seat, lighting a cigarette, his thoughts wild like runaway horses that he could not control.
What did Qin Yan say to make Miss Lu so displeased?
Could it be that she wanted to take advantage of the tily and proper handling of the news to blackmail Bo Group for shares?
Or while the old man was bedridden, did she coerce Miss Lu into forcing her to add her little bastard child’s na into the Bo Family’s genealogy?
Or perhaps even more outrageously, could Qin Yan have suggested so even more extre asures?
Like saying his leukemia would relapse sooner or later, so why not decide on Bo Group’s next heir sooner rather than later?
A glint of blood flickered in Yunshen’s eyes, his gaze darkening as he stared at Qin Yan’s face, finding the imprint of the slap increasingly unbearable to look at.
He had been here for quite a while, and Qin Yan couldn’t possibly have failed to notice his arrival!
Was this a deliberate move to show him that his mother had hit her?
When Qin Yan slapped him all those years ago, he certainly hadn’t been so childish as to complain to anyone about it!
Yunshen exhaled a plu of thick smoke, a glint of blood flashing across his eyes.
As soon as Yunshen approached the car, Qin Yan noticed him, and so did Qin Yinyin.
She had planned to get into the car, but Yinyin held onto Qin Yan.
It was very hot outside, and though they hadn’t been sitting there long, Yinyin was sweating profusely.
Qin Yan was surprised, "Yinyin, daddy is here, let’s go back!"
Yinyin didn’t move; her little mouth pursed, and she looked up at Qin Yan with wide eyes: "Mommy, did Grandma hit you just now?"
Qin Yan was taken aback: "No..."
"Mommy is lying, Yinyin saw it." Yinyin felt wronged: "I don’t like Grandma’s house. Mommy, can we not go there anymore?"
Tears brimd in Yinyin’s eyes, which blinked mournfully: "The people at Grandma’s house don’t like Yinyin."
"They even say that I am not Daddy’s child!"
The gentle smile on Qin Yan’s face instantly faded.
Bo Mansion was a place rife with problems and Qin Yan had long anticipated such a day, but hearing Yinyin cry and say these things still tore her heart with despair.
She swallowed the itch in her throat and then the window on the passenger side of the silver Bentley slowly rolled down.
Within Yunshen’s eyes, as deep as the abyss, a clear impatience erged:
"Director Qin, how long do you plan to sit here with your daughter?"
Qin Yan took a deep breath, looking away first. She reached out, took Yinyin’s small hand, and pushed her into the backseat.
Only then did she lower her head, open the passenger door, and get into the car.
Qin Yan buckled her seatbelt and then noticed Yunshen’s scrutinizing gaze.
His gaze intensely fixed on her face, Yunshen’s look was laden with invasive intent, making Qin Yan uncomfortable, so she tilted her head, "Yunshen?"
Yunshen chuckled.
His voice was deep, husky, and inexplicably magnetic, and that sudden laugh carried a flirtatious charm.
Qin Yan looked at him inexplicably.
He suddenly leaned in close, reached out to grip Qin Yan’s chin, using the tip of his fingers to exert a slight force, which exposed the right side of Qin Yan’s face to Bo Yunshen’s gaze.
"Director Qin, what happened to your face? Could it be too thick? Thick to the point of swelling up?"
Qin Yan’s body stiffened, her eyelashes fluttered, her lips were tightly sealed, and there was not a trace of expression on her face:
"Yunshen, you waited all this ti just to wait for to get in the car, to humiliate ?"
She blinked her eyelashes, pursed her lips, and stared at the ambiguous smile on Bo Yunshen’s face, her voice very soft: "I got slapped in the face, does that make you happy?"
"Happy!"
Bo Yunshen said emphatically: "Why wouldn’t I be happy!"
As he said this, the cheerfulness inside Bo Yunshen’s heart suddenly scattered.
He stared intently at the injured spot on Qin Yan’s face, as if at any mont he could stare a flower into existence there.
Qin Yan was hit, why wouldn’t he be happy?
Could it be that he hadn’t received enough mistreatnt from her?
A pang of pain in his fingertips, Bo Yunshen turned his head, the lit cigarette had burned to the end.
Bo Yunshen raised his hand, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray inside the car, moved his hand, and took out a tube of anti-swelling ointnt from the car and tossed it casually to Qin Yan.
The ointnt was new, still unopened.
"Apply the ointnt! Don’t disgrace the Bo Family!"
Qin Yan relaxed her body, unscrewed the ointnt cap, and sat inside the car with its peculiar atmosphere, applying the ointnt to her face.
Unable to see the injury on her face, she squeezed out a bit at random and sared it onto the painful spot.
Whatever the component of the ointnt was, it stung sharply when applied to Qin Yan’s wound!
Qin Yan suddenly inhaled sharply from the pain.
Bo Yunshen started the engine and backed the car out, quickly rging into the flow of traffic.
Qin Yan’s body was slender, sitting in the car seat, casually applying the ointnt to her face. Her little Chanel dress enhanced her feminine charm, adding a touch of delicate obedience.
Bo Yunshen’s thoughts wavered.
He turned the steering wheel, took the car into another lane. Qin Yan’s eyelashes fluttered:
"Yunshen, aren’t we going back to Hai Wan Xiang Xie?"
Bo Yunshen’s expression was still, looking quiet and indifferent: "There’s no food at Hai Wan Xiang Xie, we’ll dine out tonight!"
Qin Yan’s lips moved slightly, but she said nothing.
She could never call the shots over Bo Yunshen, and after so much had happened, she didn’t feel like going ho either.
Bo Yunshen drove straight to the front of a Western restaurant and stopped.
He unlocked the central lock and was about to get out, but Qin Yan called out: "Yunshen, do you have a mask in the car?"
Qin Yan’s face, now marred by the more visible finger marks, certainly detracted from her beauty; Bo Yunshen found a mask inside the car and handed it to Qin Yan.
Black and disposable, Qin Yan put it on, concealing the finger marks perfectly.
Bo Yunshen got out of the car, opened the rear door, and carried Qin Yinyin out, leading her into the Western restaurant.
Qin Yan followed behind them.
Bo Yunshen was an SVIP of this Western restaurant, and upon entering, was led by the waiter to a private dining room.
Bo Yunshen ordered a portion of foie gras, a serving of fruit and vegetable salad, then looked towards Qin Yinyin. She was young, so Bo Yunshen hesitated for a mont, then ordered a children’s al for Qin Yinyin.
Then he passed the nu to Qin Yan.
Qin Yan glanced over the nu and said in a low voice: "Black pepper steak, dium rare, eight ounces, thank you."
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