Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! Chapter 5

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gazing at Shen Fanxing's vanishing stubborn silhouette,

Bo Jinchuan remained motionless.

The elderly woman smacked his backside.

His tall frame stiffened instantly, a tempest swirling beneath the tranquil surface of his gaze.

He wasn't accustomed to physical contact from others. Imagine, after 28 full years, getting his butt slapped in this manner!

From behind, Lai Rong burst into suppressed chuckles.

“Hurry up! Do you want to be the death of me?”

Clearly indifferent to his feelings, the old lady pushed him to get moving.

Bo Jinchuan lifted his slender fingers to his slightly throbbing forehead, a touch of helplessness washing over him.

“Yes, Grandma!”

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Upon Shen Fanxing's solitary return to the ward, Su Heng was already inside.

He lingered by the window, turned away from the entrance. The elegant suit ensemble was now just the white shirt clinging to him, sans blazer.

His crisp appearance evoked memories of their university days for Shen Fanxing, bringing back the image of that refined, courteous man in a white shirt.

Regrettably, the relentless flow of time had altered him profoundly.

Avoiding his gaze, Shen Fanxing entered the room, her frigid poise sending an unsettling chill.

Sensing someone nearby, Su Heng spun around.

“Where did you go?”

Shen Fanxing offered no response, simply settling onto the bed's edge.

Su Heng spoke again, “Sorry for pushing you just now. I got too anxious.”

His tone carried gentleness, as if the prior icy sharpness in his eyes and words had been a fleeting nightmare.

“I’m not at fault for what happened just now.”

No matter the circumstances, she had to uphold her innocence.

Su Heng tilted his head down at her, blending scorn with his earlier conflicted remorse.

“Do you know what Qianrou said?”

Catching his piercing look, Shen Fanxing raised her eyes, only to confront Su Heng's disillusioned stare.

“She said, it was her fault for being careless with the cup. She was helping you to explain. Yet, you’re shirking responsibility here. Fanxing, you should not have become like this.”

Shen Fanxing locked eyes with him steadily, a cascade of feelings surging through her gaze—from astonishment to letdown, culminating in apathy.

Blankly, she shifted her view to the window, a frosty smirk tugging at her lips.

A smile laced with chill and mockery.

“Su Heng, how long have we known each other?”

Su Heng hesitated momentarily before replying, “Eight years.”

“Ha—” Shen Fanxing laughed.

Eight years had elapsed.

Still, Su Heng's faith in her was barely there.

She, Shen Fanxing, wanted no part of a man like him.

Shen Fanxing rose to her feet, fixing him with an icy glare.

“Su Heng, let’s call off our engagement.”

Her chilled tone brimmed with unwavering resolve and fortitude.

A flicker of shock crossed Su Heng’s eyes.

“Why do you show this expression? You should have made your choice the moment you decided to save Shen Qianrou, or even earlier, isn’t it?”

Su Heng stayed stunned, turmoil churning in his eyes. But soon after, calm acceptance replaced it.

“Fanxing, I’m sorry. Perhaps it would be better for us to go our separate ways. If this continues, I’m afraid I will hurt you more while trying to protect Qianrou.”

Shen Fanxing lightly crossed her arms and lifted her chin to meet his eyes.

“Protect Shen Qianrou? Su Heng, have you not trusted me before in all of the previous incidents?”

Su Heng wrestled inwardly before admitting, “Shen Qianrou is too gentle and innocent… Fanxing, you’re too… cold and strong-headed.”

Shen Fanxing eyed Su Heng for a long moment, then emitted a soft, mirthless laugh.

That laughter dripped with frost and biting sarcasm, radiating flawless volatility.

In that instant, her heart fractured into countless shards.

His veiled words suggested strength itself was wrong?

Did possessing strength make one the villain, the bully of the vulnerable?

Su Heng's subtle brutality pierced her heart like a blade, unleashing devastating pain.

“Fanxing…”

Observing her in this state, Su Heng's remorse deepened further. He extended a hand to soothe her, yet Shen Fanxing stepped backward.

“Don’t touch me!”