Yin Huan truly had no way to deal with a scoundrel like Bo Xun.
She picked up the wine glass from the table and took small sips.
After finishing the drink, she took out her lipstick and unceremoniously handed Bo Xun her phone in camera mode. “My lipstick’s all smudged from eating.”
The lighting was dim, so Bo Xun pulled out his own phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate her face.
His dark gaze burned as it fixed on her freshly kissed lips—already flushed, now made even more glistening and translucent by the brilliant red lipstick.
The restless energy simmering inside him grew excited again.
He still wanted to kiss Yin Huan’s lips.
“Can’t get enough,” Bo Xun smirked mischievously.
This earned him a dramatic eye-roll from Yin Huan.
Even when rolling her eyes, his fiancée looked stunning.
“Let’s go! Private room upstairs.”
Just as Yin Huan finished reapplying her lipstick, Si Tu—who’d been watching the spectacle—came downstairs.
“Wanna join?” Bo Xun asked her.
“Do whatever you want.” Yin Huan packed her lipstick and phone, completely indifferent to Bo Xun’s plans.
“What about you?”
“I’m going home for my beauty sleep.” Yin Huan stood up to leave.
“Si Tu, I’ll pass. Gotta escort my gorgeous fiancée home!” Bo Xun slouched with hands in pockets, his tone playful.
The earlier kiss still lingered on his mind—perhaps he could steal another while seeing her home.
Si Tu had come for nothing and inexplicably gotten a dose of couple’s affection instead.
Well!
He should’ve known when he asked Bo Xun to fetch Yin Huan. Though the man appeared recklessly freedom-loving and had a love-hate relationship with Yin Huan for years, none of their brothers failed to see Bo Xun’s true feelings for her.
Those had been obvious since their school days.
Now they were engaged in a marriage alliance, yet no one knew when Bo Xun would truly win the heart of Young Mistress Yin.
After all, she was Beijing’s top socialite—countless men eagerly sought to marry Yin Huan, some even willing to become live-in sons-in-law.
Not just for Yin Huan herself, but for the Yin family’s status in Beijing and their immense wealth.
Any single one of these factors was enough to make countless men flock to her.
Yin Huan walked ahead in her high heels, receiving respectful bows and greetings from everyone she passed.
“Good evening, Miss Yin.”
“We look forward to your next visit, Miss Yin.”
“Take care on your way, Miss Yin.”
“Farewell, Miss Yin.”
Bo Xun followed behind, his eyes darkening. So many people recognized her—seems Yin Huan frequented this kind of place often!
He’d truly underestimated her.
Not only did she know how to enjoy herself, she clearly knew how to have fun.
Yin Huan’s driver was still waiting. As they exited, the chauffeur pulled the car up to the glittering entrance and stepped out. “Young Mistress.”
Just as Yin Huan was about to get in, her pale wrist was suddenly grabbed.
She turned to meet Bo Xun’s handsome face, arching an eyebrow in silent demand for him to release her.
“Fiancée, I drove here myself.”
“So?” Yin Huan twisted her wrist.
Even if Bo Xun had come by wheelchair, it was none of her concern.
“I’ve been drinking—can’t drive. So I’ll have to trouble Huanhuan.”
To her surprise, Bo Xun released her hand and climbed into the car first.
“Bo Xun! You’ve got some nerve treating my family’s driver as your own!” Yin Huan got in and slammed the door shut.
Bo Xun lounged lazily against the seat. Yin Huan’s car, like its owner, even had fragrant air.
Driver Chen Rui circled the vehicle and settled into the driver’s seat.
Through the rearview mirror, he caught sight of Bo Xun’s face—smiling with a roguish charm, his tall body leaning toward Yin Huan, clearly seeking some physical contact.
He fastened his seatbelt, hands gripping the steering wheel. “Miss, shall we drop off Young Master Bo first?”
He was Yin Huan’s driver, serving only her.
Yin Huan said, “Hey! Where are you heading back to?”
Bo Xun closed his eyes, feigning sleep and murmuring drunkenly, “How about going to Huanhuan’s place?”
“Dream on!”
Yin Huan directly gave the driver Bo family’s address.
A slight smile tugged at Bo Xun’s lips. “Huanhuan, how long has it been since you last understood me? I haven’t lived in the old mansion for a while now.”
“Why should I understand you? I don’t care where you live. Not throwing you out on the street is already me being decent about our arranged marriage.” Though Yin Huan couldn’t overpower Bo Xun physically, she never held back with her words.
But Bo Xun was just as sharp-tongued.
Bo Xun sprawled casually in her car, legs spread wide, much like when he left in the morning, his knee unintentionally brushing against her leg.
Even through her dress and his trousers, she seldom had physical contact with others, let alone with a man. A faint electric sensation traveled from her knee up to her chest.
Yin Huan shifted her leg away and slapped Bo Xun’s thigh. “Can’t you sit more elegantly?”
She had never felt so constrained in her own car, relegated to a cramped corner.
Bo Xun lazily lifted an eyelid, noticing her legs pressed together, knees pointing toward the car door.
He stretched out his leg, his leather shoe lightly tapping her high heel. “This is called boldness.”
“Hah.” Yin Huan scoffed disdainfully. “Without anything to show for it, yet spreading so wide.”
“Here we go again, huh? You refuse to verify but keep wronging me!” Bo Xun retracted his leg, leaning toward Yin Huan.
He just wanted to touch her, but it seemed he was disliked.
Not only did Bo Xun shift slightly away, he even drew back his long legs.
Even though the space left for Yin Huan widened, she didn’t appreciate it, still staying in her corner, playing on her phone without giving him a single glance.
Yet her taunts slipped effortlessly from her red lips. “Are you that impatient? Can’t you wait until the wedding night?”
Bo Xun fumed, chest tight, breathing heavily through gritted teeth. “Yin Huan! If you can even get out of bed the day after our wedding, it’ll be my failure!!”
“Oh.”
Yin Huan was unimpressed.
If she let him have his way on the wedding night, it would betray all these years of rivalry with him.
Oh?
Oh?
Was that all the reaction he got?
Her indifferent tone drove Bo Xun mad.
(?｀⊿′)?
So infuriating!!!
Yin Huan ignored Bo Xun’s rage, and instead, provoking him brought her satisfaction.
The driver soon parked the car at the entrance of the Bo family’s old mansion.
Bo Xun remained seated, and to see Yin Huan’s face clearly, he reached out and turned on the light.
“Huanhuan, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
“Pick me up?” Yin Huan was puzzled. “For what?”
Before Bo Xun could answer, the driver had already opened the car door beside him.
“Young Master Bo, we’ve arrived.”
Chen Rui stood respectfully by the car, letting the stifling summer heat seep inside.
Bo Xun, annoyed by the interruption, thought the driver had no tact at all!
“We’re getting married. Naturally, we’ll live together after the wedding. I’ll take you to see our marital home tomorrow. If you’re not satisfied, we can choose another place.” Bo Xun reached out his right hand, resting it on the back of the seat.
His slender fingers picked up a strand of Yin Huan’s black hair, rubbing it between his fingertips. “I’ll listen to you.”
“Good.”
Yin Huan raised her hand and flicked the hair from Bo Xun’s grasp with a single finger. “You should get out of the car now.”
Damn it!
He didn’t want to get out; he wanted to follow Huanhuan to her home.
But the car door beside him was open, with the handle held by the driver.
Bo Xun stepped out of the car with a dark expression.
That idiot driver—he’d fire him sooner or later.