Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 3

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Both women turned around and spotted a tall, lean man clad in a luxurious suit striding confidently toward them.

His long eyebrows, pointed nose, and thin lips hinted at a hint of sharpness, while his deep black eyes shimmered with a warm, smiling glow. A rich, resonant voice emerged from him,

“Grandma, who are you angry with?”

Afternoon sunlight poured beyond his frame, extending the shadow of his sharp profile and casting an aura of refined elegance.

Gazing approvingly at her grandson, the elderly woman glanced at Lai Rong and signaled her, prompting a quick departure.

The man leaned down to grasp the old lady’s hand. Spotting her adorable pout of feigned anger, he let out a low chuckle.

“Who angered Grandma! Grandson shall give them a ‘good lesson’.”

The old lady pursed her lips and huffed, “Who else besides you, the ungrateful one?! I want a great-grandson!”

A trace of helplessness crossed Bo Jinchuan’s eyes.

“Grandma, I just got back from abroad. Where do I find you a woman to bear a child?”

The old lady snorted and replied, “After all these years, the words you used to deal with me have never changed!”

She tried puffing her cheeks as she talked, her eyes drifting toward Shen Fanxing.

Lai Rong had arrived by her side, peering in their direction. The old lady raised her hand and beckoned.

Though puzzled, Shen Fanxing followed Lai Rong over anyway.

Bo Jinchuan rose to his feet upon seeing Lai Rong escort a slim young woman their way.

Her face was ashen, yet her stunning beauty shone through. The loose hospital gown fluttered around her, revealing an alarmingly frail build beneath.

Bo Jinchuan blinked several times until his dark eyes finally focused on the features of the woman drawing near.

As Shen Fanxing approached, he ceased his intense gaze, noticing the wariness and uncertainty in her eyes.

Shock rippled through him—this was the first woman to regard him with such composed poise.

Truth be told, her look barely paused on him before gliding past to settle on Grandma.

That cool, steady gaze stunned him and sparked a faint sense of being bested.

Speechless, his thin lips curved into a subtle arc.

“Old Lady, what’s the matter?”

Shen Fanxing dipped slightly forward as she spoke, her tone carrying a weary gentleness born of her weakened state.

The sight stirred faint waves in Bo Jinchuan’s dark eyes.

When chatting with someone in a wheelchair, it’s best not to force them to crane their neck for too long, as that strains the spine.

He always minded such details, so he understood the discomfort of that stance well.

It wasn’t far off from holding a horse stance.

What a delicate woman…

The warmth in the old lady’s eyes deepened further. Clasping Shen Fanxing’s hand, she studied her intently, nodding repeatedly.

“Yes, not bad, not bad, indeed not bad!”

Clueless about the situation, Shen Fanxing offered a courteous smile that avoided stiffness.

“Don’t worry, child. Grandma is not a bad person. I’m just too bored and you happen to catch my eye. I’m sorry for the sudden notice to ask you over. Forgive Grandma!”

Facing Grandma’s open enthusiasm, Shen Fanxing shook her head.

“It’s okay, since I’m alone anyway.”

As she uttered those words, a flash of bitterness crossed her bright eyes. The old lady caught it, squeezing her hand gently with a pang of sympathy.

“Good child, what’s your name?”

“Fanxing, Shen Fanxing.”

“Far like the thousands of stars in the sky, clear like the milky galaxy. That’s a good name! Right, Jinchuan?”

The old lady swiveled to shoot her grandson a pointed glance, her eyes flashing a stern warning.

As if he’d face dire consequences for dissent.

Bo Jinchuan’s face showed a wry smile, but he nodded along obligingly.

“Yes, it’s a nice name.”

“And very compatible!”

The old lady arched a brow deliberately before saying to Shen Fanxing,

“Come, Fanxing. Let me introduce you to my grandson, Bo Jinchuan.”

Shen Fanxing raised her head, her eyes landing on the man who’d lingered quietly aside. To her surprise, they met his intense dark stare.

The man boasted refined brows and a handsome visage, exuding an air of noble sophistication.

His looks and presence screamed uncommon status.

She felt a vague familiarity, yet couldn’t pinpoint where she’d seen him.

Perhaps her memory played tricks—such a remarkable man shouldn’t be easy to forget.

She paused, the old lady’s introduction echoing, making the man’s presence feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Distant as the myriad stars in the heavens, pure as the shimmering Milky Way.

Bo Jinchuan…

Myriad stars twinkling in the night sky. The luminous Milky Way.

This felt far too… deliberate.

Boundless depth and profound insight gleamed in Bo Jinchuan’s gaze. Detecting her embarrassment, a spark lit his eyes as he reached out, shattering the quiet.

“Hello, I’m Bo Jinchuan.”

“Hello, I’m Shen Fanxing.”

While saying this, Shen Fanxing reached out her hands, attempting to stand straight, but she hesitated midway.

Maybe from crouching too long, plus her injured hip, the slightest motion triggered a tingling rush through her legs, making them wobble like jelly. Suddenly, her body tilted backward.

“Careful.”

Fear widened her lovely eyes. But a clear, resonant voice rang above her.

A sturdy, forceful arm caught her waist right away, pulling her upright.

Still, Shen Fanxing tumbled straight into Bo Jinchuan’s arms.

A pleasant scent enveloped her, heightening her unease.

Her quick instinct drove her to shove him back, yet the numbness in her legs made her stumble feebly, plunging her once more into Bo Jinchuan’s hold.

Instinctively, for balance, her hands gripped the man’s shoulders.

Simultaneously, the arms encircling her waist tightened, hoisting her up at once.

Shen Fanxing clenched her lips tightly, shame flooding her as memories of the two times she’d collapsed into the man’s chest resurfaced.

“Don’t move yet.”