After returning home, Yin Huan went straight to take a bath.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom and sat at her vanity for skincare, her phone had lit up several times.
She paid it no mind.
It wasn’t until right before bed that she noticed Bo Xun’s replies.
He was responding to the barrage of stickers she had sent him days earlier—variations of “get lost,” “pervert,” “jerk,” “I’ll beat you to death,” and the like.
Was he that bored?
Ignoring her initially, only replying now.
A delayed reply was cheaper than grass!
Yin Huan couldn’t even be bothered to look.
【Bo Doggy: Asleep yet?】
He even sent a sticker of an obedient puppy waiting for a reply.
This was completely at odds with the image of Bo Xun in her mind.
But Yin Huan had no intention of replying.
If Bo Xun could ignore her messages, so could she.
It would be best if it left him restless and tossing all night, unable to sleep.
Yet after putting down her phone, Yin Huan chuckled to herself—Bo Xun wasn’t that kind of man.
On the other end, Bo Xun sent Yin Huan several messages with no response. He consoled himself, thinking she must be asleep for her beauty rest and hadn’t seen them, hence the silence.
The next day, he cheerfully headed to the Yin residence to pick her up.
Father Yin and Mother Yin had always doted on Yin Huan. Even at 22, with multiple properties under her name, she usually lived at the Yin family home. Only if she stayed out late drinking would she retreat to her own villa.
Seeing Bo Xun arrive so early, Mother Yin warmly invited him to join them for breakfast.
Bo Xun didn’t stand on ceremony—after all, he’d soon be calling them Mom and Dad.
But he ate distractedly, his gaze frequently drifting toward the dining room entrance.
Was Yin Huan still asleep?
Father Yin and Mother Yin noticed his restlessness. After breakfast, they asked Bo Xun to take the breakfast prepared by the maid up to Yin Huan’s room.
The pampered Young Mistress, accustomed to being showered with affection, sometimes preferred not to come downstairs for meals. The servants would respectfully deliver food to her room—a basic luxury she enjoyed.
Bo Xun was more than happy to bring breakfast to his future wife. Following Mother Yin’s directions, he quickly found Yin Huan’s room.
The room with the best natural light in the entire villa.
The door was open. Yin Huan, her hair tied in a simple bun, sat on a yoga mat wearing a black sports bra and shorts. A white Bluetooth earbud played soft piano music beside her, a humidifier steadily releasing mist, and the central air conditioner hummed with cool air.
Against the black bra, Yin Huan’s already luminous skin appeared even fairer and more translucent. Her back was slender, and with her movements, the butterfly bones were distinctly visible. Her pale, delicate neck was elegant and beautiful.
So this was Yin Huan’s morning routine?
Like him, she exercised, but their methods differed.
Bo Xun watched, mesmerized, already envisioning their married mornings—working out together would be far more thrilling than alone.
Yin Huan only noticed Bo Xun behind her after finishing her exercises.
“Leave it there.”
Her tone was as calm as if directing a household servant.
But Bo Xun felt neither anger nor annoyance. He set it down on the white table. “What time did you sleep last night?”
Oh? Trying to interrogate her about not replying?
Yin Huan lazily sat opposite him. “I ignored you on purpose.”
Bo Xun was speechless.
Yin Huan took small sips of milk.
Bo Xun stared straight at her—from her exquisite face down to her neck, finally settling on her sexy collarbone. On the left side, a tiny black mole added an alluring charm to her appearance.
His gaze grew heated, his heart raced faster, and his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed several times. “Who told you to be my fiancée! Anyway, I’m the one who spoils you and indulges you. Just keep being reckless, willful, and doing as you please—I’ll cover for you!”
“Who cares? I have my parents,” Yin Huan didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids.
Bo Xun stored all that anger in his chest, thinking, Just wait.
He’d deal with her on their wedding night.
Deal with her fiercely!
After finishing breakfast, Yin Huan wiped her mouth and went to change.
Girls need time for makeup and grooming, so Bo Xun cleared the table and went downstairs to wait.
Over an hour later, Yin Huan finally came downstairs wearing a white lace-trimmed bodycon dress. Her originally long hair now had slightly curled ends, with a diamond hairpin fastened on the right side. She wore earrings and a necklace, her face adorned with exquisite makeup—every part of her exuded delicate refinement.
“Close your mouth, you’re about to drool,” Yin Huan teased him.
Bo Xun’s eyes instantly lit up. It wasn’t the first time she had appeared so polished and beautiful in front of him—she had always been this stunning.
“That must be because Huanhuan is too irresistible,” Bo Xun touched the corner of his mouth where there was no drool.
He had been tricked.
Bo Xun and Yin Huan went out.
As soon as they stepped outside, a man approached under the scorching sun, holding an umbrella over Yin Huan’s head to shield her from the intense sunlight.
Bo Xun took one look and thought, Well, isn’t that the driver?
Since he was here, who else would be needed?
Bo Xun took the umbrella from Chen Rui’s hand. “Huanhuan is riding in my car today. You can take the day off.”
“Young Mistress,” Chen Rui’s hands now empty, his gaze shifted to Yin Huan.
“Take the day off.”
Yin Huan had an aversion to trouble, so she didn’t want to fuss over such trivial matters. Riding in her own car or Bo Xun’s made no difference to her.
Bo Xun held the umbrella to block the sun above Yin Huan’s head. His fiancée had fair skin and delicate features—she had been pampered since childhood and couldn’t be exposed to the sun.
He made a mental note to hold an umbrella for her next time.
Chen Rui stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched tightly, a dark chill rising in his eyes as he murmured under his breath, “Young Mistress, my Young Mistress…”
As Yin Huan got into Bo Xun’s car, she caught a whiff of fragrance.
There was a cartoon-shaped air freshener clipped to the AC vent, emitting a subtle jasmine scent.
Bo Xun was truly something—a grown man making himself smell nice, even his car smelled nice.
The car had been baking under the sun for a while and was stuffy and hot. Although the AC was on, the temperature hadn’t dropped yet.
Yin Huan felt hot and fanned herself with her hand. “Bo Xun, either park the car in the garage, park it under a tree, or turn on the AC before getting in. Are you trying to heat someone to death?”
“Young Mistress, you took over an hour to do your makeup. How was I supposed to know when you’d come down?” Bo Xun replied, then turned up the fan speed. “I’ll remember next time!”
“Hmph, if I’d known your car would be this hot, I wouldn’t have gotten in.”
Bo Xun clicked the car lock shut and handed her a drink. “Have some water.”
Yin Huan sipped the lemon water, unconsciously chewing on the straw—flattened and stained with a bit of her lipstick.
“Let’s go! We’re leaving now.”
Bo Xun usually drove fast when he was alone, but with Yin Huan in the car, he even felt like admiring the scenery along the way.
“Young Mistress, where should we go first?”
“Where do you live now?” Yin Huan asked casually.
“I never expected you’d be so curious about where I live! Alright, I’ll satisfy you—taking you to my place right now!” Bo Xun’s enthusiasm surged as he stepped on the accelerator, noticeably increasing the car’s speed.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Who’d be interested?!” Yin Huan shot him a glare.
“You would.”
Yin Huan: “…”