Bo Yunshen: "..."
He’s clinging to Qin Yan?
He’s barely seen Qin Yinyin a few tis, just so little brat—what’s there to talk about?
If he’s not picking a fight with Qin Yan, is he picking one with her?
Bo Yunshen was furious. Was this sothing Qin Yan taught her?
I knew it—coming back so quickly, she definitely has ulterior motives!
"Yunshen, I’ll help you apply the dicine!"
Qin Yan stepped forward, but Bo Yunshen shot her a glance, his gaze ice-cold and piercing.
"Waiting for you to apply dicine on ? I might as well wait for you to collect my corpse."
Lin Man’s expression darkened visibly.
Ever since Qin Yan and her mother returned, it seed like Lin Man couldn’t join the conversation.
Even Bo Yunshen didn’t spare her a single look.
Lin Man licked her lips, lowered her eyelashes slightly, then stood up. "Yunshen, it’s getting late. I’ll head back to the hotel."
Bo Yunshen paused, glanced in Lin Man’s direction. The woman’s eyes glistened with a hint of tears, her brows carried an undeniable trace of lancholy.
Only then did he realize his attitude toward Manman earlier had been a bit too cold.
Bo Yunshen sat up on the bed, his voice gentle: "Manman, I’ll take you."
Lin Man shook her head slightly and said softly, "Yunshen, you’re not feeling well; you should stay in the hospital and rest."
Bo Yunshen seed not to hear. He bent down, searching for his shoes. Lin Man bit her lip and murmured:
"Yunshen, how about this? Let Yanyan take ."
"You stay in the ward and look after Yinyin."
Facing Bo Yunshen’s deep gaze, Lin Man gave a shy smile. "I haven’t seen Yanyan in a while. I’d like to have a few words with her."
Bo Yunshen’s expression shifted as he cast a suspicious glance at Qin Yan.
"Manman, I don’t feel assured..."
"Yanyan and I are friends. There’s nothing to feel uneasy about. You’re hurt—don’t move around restlessly."
After speaking, Lin Man tugged Qin Yan out of the ward.
Bo Yunshen remained in the sa position, utterly dazed.
Could it be, after spending so much ti around Qin Yan, he’d begun to feel that Lin Man’s words carried a note of irony?
Ironic that he, injured as he was, still wanted to follow Qin Yan and Qin Yinyin out?
Bo Yunshen raised his hand and slapped himself lightly.
His palm was covered with dicinal ointnt, and the instant the movent was complete, his face was sared with bluish-purple salve.
Qin Yinyin, who had been playing on her phone, heard the noise and looked up. Her lips twitched slightly as she muttered under her breath: "Dad is so stupid."
Stupid? Then don’t call him Dad!
Bo Yunshen’s face darkened as he strode into the bathroom, washed his face, and scrubbed away the ointnt on his palms. He applied more salve to the injuries himself.
Moving around while injured was painful, but Bo Yunshen, as a man, didn’t notice anything peculiar about the ointnt.
anwhile, Lin Man and Qin Yan had already left the ward and walked toward the elevator.
Lin Man adjusted her dress and asked softly, "Yanyan, did you teach Yinyin to say all those things?"
Qin Yan smiled noncommittally: "If that’s how you want to think about it."
Walking ahead, Lin Man tilted her head slightly and smiled.
"Yanyan, you’re still the sa as ever—always so self-centered, convinced that whatever you think and say is right."
"Yunshen hates people like you the most."
Qin Yan chuckled softly.
The remark wasn’t entirely untrue.
The elevator arrived. Qin Yan smoothed her hair; her movents exuded a subtle, undeniable gentleness.
"Miss Lin, the elevator is here."
Lin Man stepped forward upon hearing this. She had her back to Qin Yan and didn’t turn back.
"Yanyan, I’ll say it again: Yunshen doesn’t love you. Not a trace of you remains in his heart. Yanyan, this is a dead end—take my advice and divorce Yunshen soon."
"Divorce? So you can take the position of Mrs. Bo?"
Lin Man fell silent.
Qin Yan’s lips curled into an amused smile. "Lin Man, do you think gaining Bo Yunshen’s love entitles you to beco the lady of the Bo Family?"
"Let tell you, even if he’d sacrifice his life for you, you’ll never be able to marry him!"
"You’ll never step through the doors of the Bo Family in this lifeti."
Lin Man didn’t respond further. She stepped into the elevator with poised high heels. Their eyes t briefly; they exchanged smiles.
As if there had never been any tension between them—as if they were still old friends.
The elevator door closed, and the smile on Qin Yan’s face disappeared.
The day had grown late; outside, the sky was dimming. Qin Yan returned to the ward and asked Qin Yinyin what she wanted to eat.
Before Qin Yinyin could respond, Bo Yunshen spoke up: "What did you say to Manman?"
Qin Yan replied bluntly: "Not much. Just reminded her not to obsess over the title of Mrs. Bo. She has no chance of stepping into the Bo Family’s doors in this lifeti..."
A sudden tightening at her neck—her breath cut off instantly by the man’s forceful action. He leaned closer, his breath lightly grazing her face. His voice was dark and husky, suffused with nacing intensity. The air around him made one’s hair stand on end.
"Say that again!"
Qin Yan’s face turned crimson as her breath sputtered. Her pale hands clawed at his, and with difficulty, she gasped: "Let go, Bo Yunshen..."
A red gleam flashed in Bo Yunshen’s eyes.
He truly despised this side of Qin Yan.
Such a venomous woman—how could she be fit to be Mrs. Bo?!
"Not letting Manman hope—are you still planning to cling to this title for life? Qin Yan, do you think I’ll love you for this?"
Qin Yan’s vision blacked out montarily. Her throat burned and felt raw, each word she forced out was as though it had been slashed by a blade:
"I... don’t want... your... love."
Exactly!
Qin Yan never wanted his love!
What she wanted was the fortune behind him. Her words were ant to quash Manman’s ambitions, out of concern that he might indulge outside and risk soone competing with her daughter over the inheritance!
His love? Compared to the Bo Family’s wealth, how cheap his love was!
How could soone like Qin Yan even care about it?
Bo Yunshen clenched his hand tighter, then his forehead throbbed with pain.
Instinctively, he let go. "Thud!" His phone hit the floor, the screen shattered into pieces.
Qin Yan collapsed onto the ground, coughing violently. Qin Yinyin, barefoot, ran toward her. "Mom! Mom! Are you okay?"
Qin Yan shook her head weakly; her throat hurt terribly.
She lowered her head, her gaze landing on the cracked phone on the floor, and smirked faintly.
"Bo Yunshen, you’re truly pathetic."
Unmoved, the man rubbed the back of his head where the impact was. He cursed under his breath.
The daughter raised by Qin Yan—such ruthless thods, she might’ve been trying to finish him off with that phone!
He sucked in a sharp breath, his face grim.
Qin Yinyin looked up and was t with Bo Yunshen’s darkened expression. Her small body shrank as she clung tightly to Qin Yan’s hand.
Her eyes glead with a fierce glare, like a little beast ready to guard its territory.
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