Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 1
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Water flooded every corner.
It engulfed all, submerging every feature on a person's face.
Swimming was Shen Fanxing's fatal weakness.
Yet she had plunged into the sea, with salty seawater invading her lungs.
The icy grip of the spring ocean seized her, as suffocation's terror gradually overtook her.
In that moment, guests poured onto the cruise ship's deck.
They were the offspring of wealthy tycoons.
Though only a bit over twenty in number, their combined fortune surpassed an entire city's value.
Still, the wealthiest among them hailed from the Bo Consortium.
Seas surged wildly, raindrops plummeted from above, and soon a torrential downpour erupted.
Two figures thrashed desperately in the waves!
“Help…”
“Help…”
In the pounding rain, those faint cries for aid vanished completely.
Suddenly, a towering, robust figure burst from the crowd.
As his gaze fixed on the two flailing shapes in the water, dread and worry twisted his handsome features.
He dove straight into the frigid sea without pausing to shed his suit.
Rain pelted the waves, blurring his sight. With immense struggle and strength, the man at last hauled someone to safety.
“Qianrou, Qianrou, wake up please…”
The man begged breathlessly, ignoring his own wretched condition entirely. All his focus stayed on the limp woman cradled in his arms.
He never considered there might be someone else out there in the depths.
Right then, a frantic woman's voice pierced the throng—
“Where’s Fanxing? Didn’t Shen Qianrou drag her out? Where is she now?”
“Right! Shen Fanxing fell into the sea too!”
A shout rang out, sending shivers through the entire group.
Thunder boomed amid jagged lightning streaks, as if ripping apart the stormy sky and churning ocean.
All eyes turned to the dark, roiling sea; no sign of anyone fighting for life appeared.
The woman who had mentioned Shen Fanxing and Shen Qianrou's plunge sobbed uncontrollably.
“Fanxing can’t swim!”
Hearing this, the man holding Shen Qianrou stiffened for a second.
Yes, he recalled spotting Fanxing.
As the woman's cries faded, a loud “splash” echoed—another figure had jumped into the sea.
By the time rescuers pulled Shen Fanxing from the water, Shen Qianrou had already expelled the seawater and regained awareness.
Unclear if it was rain or tears streaking her pale cheeks, she gazed at the man before her with misty eyes.
“Brother Heng…”
With a sob, she flung her arms around the handsome man's neck, pressing her small, ashen face against him despite his soaked state.
He furrowed his brow faintly, his thoughts unreadable, yet his arms slowly encircled her waist, drawing her closer.
“Don’t fear. Everything’s okay now.”
His soft tone carried clear relief and delight at her fortunate survival unscathed.
The onlookers on deck murmured sadly at the touching display.
Qi Qi glanced toward Shen Fanxing, pulled out second.
After rounds of chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth, she finally spat out some water.
Her long eyelashes quivered, and she cracked open her eyes feebly.
Though her head spun, the image of the embracing pair sharpened into focus.
Her lips quivered, rain battering her face relentlessly, before unconsciousness claimed her once more.
–
Shen Fanxing had barely cheated death.
The next day at noon, she awoke to an empty room, alone.
Sunlight poured through the windows. Her clear eyes fixed dimly on the drifting dust specks; her expression hid whatever raced through her mind.
Finally, she rose on shaky legs and shuffled her weakened frame to the bathroom.
Outside, the day shone brilliantly, prompting her to venture out for a stroll.
In the hospital garden.
The sun's warmth felt mild, but her thin gown still left her trembling in the chill.
She settled in a quiet spot. There, her gaze locked on a nearby gardenia, its buds still tightly furled.
Arms folded tight around herself, her frail form radiated a stubborn iciness.
Shen Fanxing possessed striking beauty, yet her refined face rarely betrayed emotion.
Far from diminishing her allure, this stoic calm, porcelain skin, raven locks, and aloof isolation wove an irresistible appeal.
After drawing a deep breath, she felt somewhat relieved, only to notice someone standing right in front of her.
Shen Qianrou clutched a thermos flask from which hot steam billowed out. Her lovely face was framed by loose permed long hair, with a man's blazer draped over her shoulders.
Gazing at Shen Fanxing's icy yet stunning face, a surge of jealousy welled up immediately, fueled by her haughty demeanor and the effortless chill radiating from a simple frown.
Yet, eyeing her weak and slender frame, Shen Qianrou's lips curved into a smug grin, flaunting triumph as she tugged the blazer tighter around herself.
Shen Fanxing shot her a frigid glare before retorting, “You are indeed a soul who does not disperse!”
Shen Qianrou arched an eyebrow and strolled leisurely toward Shen Fanxing. Noticing her ashen face and slim silhouette, her smile grew even more radiant.
Leaning down close to Shen Fanxing, she murmured in a soft voice,
“You still don’t want to admit defeat? Sister, even your beloved man is now in love with me…”