23 – Do уоu wаnt tо bасk оut?
Jiang Songrаn quiсklу sеnt thе list of enemiеs’ nаmes to Shеng Chuyаng.
Shеng Сhuуаng dirеctlу hаndеd hеr phonе to Bo Chеnjing.
Тhe grоuр hаd just rеаchеd thе сar.
Bо Сhenjing didn’t tаke the phоne, instеad reaсhing out tо oреn the cаr door: “Just send it tо mе.”
“Оh.” Shеng Chuyаng withdrеw hеr рhone аnd got intо the cаr.
Song Wu had аlso seеn the news abоut Shеng Сhuyаng triсking Sheng Nanting and knеw she hаd mоved. Hе asked hеr, “Wherе did Мiss Shеng movе to?”
Follоwing Sixth Mаstеr’s hаbits, he would definitely take Miss Shеng hоme first.
Sheng Chuyаng gеstured with her chin tоwаrd Bo Chenjing: “Next door to him.”
Song Wu: “…”
What had he missed?
Noticing the car hadn’t started yet, Bo Chenjing also let out a faint “Hmm.”
…
Arriving at Lingshan Villa District, Song Wu drove the car to Sheng Chuyang’s doorstep.
Only after seeing Sheng Chuyang walk inside with his own eyes did he dare believe she had truly become neighbors with his Sixth Master.
Song Wu fell silent for a long moment before murmuring, “Fate is destined.”
The response he received was the “clang” of a car door closing.
He turned his head and saw that Bo Chenjing had already gotten out of the car and was striding quickly toward his house.
Thinking something had happened, Song Wu hurriedly turned the car around and drove back to Bo Chenjing’s front door.
Bo Chenjing had already gone inside.
Song Wu anxiously ran in: “Sixth Master.”
No one was in the living room, but faint meows from Pang Qiu could be heard coming from the direction of the bathroom.
Song Wu quickly walked over and saw his usually composed Sixth Master, hands braced on the sink, bent over and retching.
Pang Qiu sensed Bo Chenjing’s discomfort and anxiously cried out beside him: “Meow—ow—ow—”
Song Wu was stunned.
Sixth Master was too good at enduring it.
Earlier at the morgue, he had vomited until his stomach felt torn apart, yet Sixth Master showed no reaction at all.
So he had been holding it back all along.
Going to such lengths for pride in front of the girl he liked.
After this realization, Song Wu silently turned to fetch water for Bo Chenjing.
Only after Bo Chenjing had recovered did Song Wu leave.
Bo Chenjing went upstairs, and after showering and heading to his study, he realized it was almost six o’clock.
Ever since meeting Sheng Chuyang, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep.
He took out the “Sheng Chuyang Observation Log” from a locked cabinet, opened a fresh page, and began adding entries:
—At least over seventy years old, estimated around a hundred.
—Hot-tempered but not cruel.
—Protective of the weak.
—Childlike, cute when angry…
When he realized what he had written, his expression froze, and he raised his pen to cross it out.
But the image of Sheng Chuyang angry flashed through his mind.
Indeed, it was cute.
…
Sheng Chuyang slept until nightfall.
Remembering she had said yesterday that she would treat Bo Chenjing to a meal today, she changed clothes and went next door.
The yard was quiet, and no lights were on inside the house.
Could he still be asleep?
Sheng Chuyang walked inside, calling out loudly, “Bo Chenjing! Let’s go eat!”
As she entered, she heard Bo Chenjing’s lazy voice: “If you shout any louder, even Song Wu living in the north of the city will know we’re going out to eat.”
Was he saying she was loud?
Sheng Chuyang simply took it as a compliment.
“Were you waiting for me?” Only then did she notice Bo Chenjing wasn’t wearing loungewear but had already changed into a neatly pressed shirt and trousers.
Bo Chenjing stood up: “Let’s go.”
Outside, he directly opened the passenger door.
Song Wu wasn’t there—Bo Chenjing was driving himself.After Sheng Chuyang got in, Bo Chenjing opened the driver’s side door.
However, before he could get in, a snow-white spherical object quickly jumped into the car.
When the spherical object landed on the driver’s seat, its head hit the floor with a dull thud.
Pang Qiu was completely dazed from the impact, lifting its head with a bewildered expression: “Meow—”
It wasn’t until Bo Chenjing called out sternly, “Pang Qiu,” that the cat seemed to snap out of it. Carefully turning its head to glance at its gloomy-looking daddy, it “whooshed” to the back seat.
Geez, Daddy’s temper has been really big lately!
Bo Chenjing then bent down and got in.
“What are we going to eat?” Sheng Chuyang was already so excited she felt like rubbing her hands together.
Bo Chenjing’s expression softened slightly: “You’ll know when we get there.”
…
Sheng Chuyang looked up at the familiar hotel building in front of her, then turned to Bo Chenjing with an expressionless face: “So, when you said we’d eat something else, you meant here?”
Bo Chenjing had brought her to the Jiang family’s hotel—the very place where Old Master Jiang had held his seventieth birthday banquet.
After the crime scene investigation was completed, the hotel had been unsealed early this morning.
Having tasted Bo Chenjing’s steak, Sheng Chuyang had already forgotten what the food at this hotel tasted like.
Without saying a word, Bo Chenjing strode inside.
When they reached the private room and it was time to order, Sheng Chuyang still seemed uninterested.
Since she was treating, she handed the menu to Bo Chenjing with an air of extravagance: “Order whatever you want!”
Bo Chenjing didn’t stand on ceremony either, taking the menu and placing their order.
The dishes arrived quickly.
The last to arrive was a large lobster.
Sheng Chuyang’s eyes lit up at the sight of the shrimp: “I had this shrimp the other day!”
It was delicious!
Bo Chenjing gave her a faintly amused look: “Go ahead and eat.”
Not only had she eaten it before—she had polished off an entire large lobster by herself.
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
Sheng Chuyang was busy burying her head in her meal, looking as if even the sky falling wouldn’t concern her.
Bo Chenjing had no choice but to put down his chopsticks: “Come in.”
The person who pushed the door open turned out to be Old Master Jiang.
“Sixth Master, my staff said you and Chuyang were here for a meal, so I came to bring you a bottle of wine.”
Old Master Jiang held a bottle of red wine in his hand. Gone was the frail figure from yesterday’s hospital bed—he now looked full of energy.
Hearing this, Sheng Chuyang looked up with a disdainful expression: “Why bring wine?”
Wine smelled awful.
Bo Chenjing leaned in close to her ear, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: “It can be used to cook steak.”
Sheng Chuyang immediately snatched the red wine from Old Master Jiang’s hands: “Give it here.”
Her movements were so swift that Old Master Jiang felt as if he had only blinked before the wine was gone from his grasp.
“Chuyang, if there’s anything else you need or want, just tell Grandpa. I’ll make sure to get it for you.”
When he woke up this morning, he felt his body was completely different from before. He immediately underwent a full checkup, and the results showed he was in excellent health and could be discharged directly.
Although it seemed unbelievable, the facts were undeniable, forcing him to view Sheng Chuyang in a new light.
“First, cancel the engagement,” she hadn’t forgotten about this matter.
Old Master Jiang paused: “There’s no hurry about that.”
With Sheng Chuyang possessing such extraordinary abilities, how could Old Master Jiang bear to let her break off the engagement with Jiang Songran?”You promised me, are you trying to go back on your word?” Sheng Chuyang would not accept his evasion. She stopped eating the lobster, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Old Master Jiang with an unhappy expression.
When she got angry, the atmosphere in the room turned eerie.