Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 4

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The man's profound and compelling voice halted Shen Fanxing's urge to flee, as heat from his palm filtered through her gown.

Pressed firmly against him, her face buried in his chest, the powerful thump of his heartbeat boomed loudly and clearly in her ears.

Her heart raced wildly, finally bringing a blush to her pale cheeks.

This marked her first time being so intimately close to anyone. Even after years dating Su Heng, their closest contact had been fleeting hugs offering barely any warmth.

That was utterly ordinary for her, yet it represented her absolute limit.

Bo Jinchuan relished the sensation of holding the woman, her waist so narrow that half his arm could encircle it, his elegant brows knitting faintly.

An odd impulse drew his gaze to the excessively slender woman now cradled in his arms. He rested his chin atop her head.

Her hair grazed his chin, sending a ticklish sensation through him.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on her thin neck, the loose gown revealing glimpses of her hidden collarbones.

His gaze deepened as the woman in his arms stirred slightly, a fresh and cozy fragrance wafting toward him.

He momentarily lost focus.

At that moment, sensing the numbness in her legs fading, Shen Fanxing shifted again. In a soft tone, she murmured,

“Thank you… I’m fine now…”

A subtle flutter stirred in Bo Jinchuan's heart, but he released her with gentle care.

Only once he confirmed her steadiness did he fully let go.

“Are you okay?”

Her face flushed crimson like a ripe tomato, Shen Fanxing nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, my legs went numb just now.”

Bo Jinchuan smiled lightly and said, “I know; you don’t have to explain.”

The sudden incident startled the old lady, but observing their exchange, her keen eyes sparkled with joy and contentment.

Evidently, her grandson wasn't such a wooden block after all.

Shen Fanxing lingered in place at first, but Su Heng's words flashed in her mind, prompting her to turn toward the old lady and say,

“Old Lady, I have some things to attend to now. Which ward do you stay at? I will find you after I’ve settled my business.”

“There! Do you see the door over there? You can go in from there the next time you’re here.”

The old lady paused briefly, a cunning gleam flickering in her shrewd eyes.

“We can exchange our contact numbers to stay in contact. Haiz… I don’t have my phone with me now.”

Lai Rong fished out her phone from her pocket and approached the old lady.

“Madam…”

The old lady shot a subtle warning glance sideways. Finally catching on, she stepped back.

“Jinchuan, hurry, use your phone to help me save the number.”

Bo Jinchuan lifted an eyebrow. How could he miss the old lady's scheme? Still, he drew a sleek black phone from his pocket and fixed his gaze on Shen Fanxing.

“183…”

After entering Shen Fanxing's full phone number, Bo Jinchuan pocketed his device.

Gazing at her slim silhouette, he shrugged off his blazer and draped it over her shoulders.

A wave of scented warmth instantly enveloped Shen Fanxing, the blazer still bearing the man's body heat.

“Wear it. Your body’s too cold,” Bo Jinchuan stated coolly, his clear eyes gazing steadily at Shen Fanxing.

For some reason, Shen Fanxing's heart softened inexplicably, tears stinging her eyes without warning.

She never imagined a stranger would offer her the very warmth and concern she craved in that moment.

Ultimately, Shen Fanxing turned down Bo Jinchuan's kind gesture and handed back his blazer.

“It’s alright. I’ll be back in my room soon. If not, it will be quite troublesome to return this as well.”

“Troublesome?” Bo Jinchuan's brow furrowed as he replied, “So you did not mean it when you said you wanted to accompany Grandma just now?”

Slightly taken aback, Shen Fanxing shook her head.

“I’ll accompany her.”

She shoved the blazer into his hands, gave him a nod, and turned to depart.

Bo Jinchuan stood motionless, eyes tracking the slim woman's receding figure, her back radiating a stubborn iciness. A glint flashed in his eyes.

Grandma?

That word sounded perfect from her mouth.

“Jinchuan.”

The old lady spoke abruptly. He turned his head to regard her.

Her brows arched in a gentle smile.

“Any commands, Grandma?”

Staring at him with raised expectations, she eyed him pointedly.

“You blockhead, send her back!”