She really wanted to see Bo Xun’s unsatisfied expression.
But judging by his performance earlier in the apartment, this guy would never let himself suffer.
Her strength wasn’t enough to oppose him, so she had to take it slow.
Yin Huan toured the villa while Bo Xun followed behind her.
What had only existed in fantasies before had now become reality—Yin Huan’s slender back as she looked around and then went upstairs.
What she cared about most was whether she had a massive walk-in closet, a jacuzzi, and a comfortable sleeping environment.
The walk-in closet was entirely white, with walls the color of Ru kiln porcelain. A huge mirror was flanked by lit lights, and the wardrobe was already filled with many new clothes from her favorite brands, along with bags, shoes, jewelry, and more.
“These were all prepared by my mom for you!” Bo Xun explained casually when he noticed her gaze lingering.
“You girls have so many things. This walk-in closet is huge—it can hold all your belongings.” Bo Xun stood beside her and pointed, “There’s a door over here that leads to our bedroom.”
Yin Huan pushed his approaching head away, her soft, fragrant palm pressing against his face. “I’ll explore on my own. You keep quiet!”
“You won’t let me kiss you, and you won’t let me speak. What’s the use of having this mouth???”
“You can go downstairs and snack on sunflower seeds, or…” Yin Huan tilted her head and smiled brightly, “I can sew it shut for you.”
Yin Huan’s smile was too beautiful—radiant and captivating. Bo Xun suspected this woman was a reincarnated fox spirit. Even the simplest actions she performed were exceptionally alluring, stirring a restless itch in his heart.
“If it’s sewn shut, how can I kiss you!” Bo Xun touched his lips with his fingers.
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
All he thinks about every day is kissing!
So annoying!
Yin Huan walked in the direction Bo Xun had pointed, and the further she went, the more she realized how spacious the walk-in closet he had prepared for her was, and how many things were already in place.
Entering the bedroom, her eyes fell on a red bed.
Just how impatient was Bo Xun?
He’d even prepared the marital bed.
In front of the white curtains hung red ornaments with “double happiness -?- double happiness -?”.
She didn’t linger long and proceeded to the bathroom, where a large white bathtub stood beside a window that, when opened, offered a view of the night scenery.
Not bad. Quite satisfactory.
“Alright, the tour is over.” Yin Huan walked past him with an air of nonchalance. “Take me back.”
“That’s it?”
There were still two more floors.
His study, her study, and the entertainment room.
The villa also had a basement and a leisure area.
“We can look at the rest slowly. It’s not like we’re going to die without seeing them now.”
Bo Xun’s face darkened.
He deeply felt that if he were to die young, Yin Huan wouldn’t just be unaffected—she’d waste no time remarrying with his child and inheritance in tow!
He had to live well.
With Yin Huan’s spoiled, stubborn temper, if he wasn’t there to pamper and indulge her, she’d suffer in the future.
On the way back, Yin Huan changed her mind and decided to visit her grandfather in the hospital.
Bo Xun turned the car around and took her to the hospital.
Inside the hospital room, the frail old man’s listless eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the two of them entering hand in hand.
“I always knew you two were a perfect match.”
The old man’s voice was weak. “Ah Xun, you must take good care of my precious granddaughter.”
“Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll be good to her for the rest of my life and never leave her.” Bo Xun unconsciously tightened his grip on Yin Huan’s hand.
Even though he had insisted on holding her hand at the hospital entrance, it felt rather nice.
Yin Huan lowered her head. That scoundrel Bo Xun was holding her hand, but he actually started stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips. The gentle motion sent tingles across her skin.
So wicked!
Yin Huan felt that her grandfather’s health was deteriorating further; he had grown even thinner than before.
After leaving the hospital, Yin Huan’s mood had noticeably sunk.
Inside the car, Bo Xun leaned sideways and tilted his head to look at her. “Young Mistress, do you want to go somewhere fun? I’ll accompany you! How about some drinks?”
“Drinks my ass!” Yin Huan snapped angrily.
Bo Xun: (?_?)
The Young Mistress was truly hard to appease when she got angry.
How could such an elegant and beautiful Young Mistress curse like that?
“No drinking tonight. No eating after eight p.m. either. You’re coming to the hospital tomorrow for the premarital check-up!” Yin Huan gripped the seatbelt. “Why aren’t we moving? If you don’t want to drive me, I’ll call the chauffeur.”
Mentioning the chauffeur instantly irritated Bo Xun.
He genuinely disliked that tactless, oblivious driver.
“I just swore in front of your grandfather that I would take care of you for life. How could I not want to drive you?” After saying this, Bo Xun started the car and drove off.
Yin Huan remained silent throughout the journey. After getting out of the car, she walked away without even looking back.
As the starry night descended, Yin Huan sat in the downstairs hall waiting for her father.
“Young Mistress, not resting yet?”
Chen Rui was the live-in chauffeur specifically responsible for Yin Huan’s transportation.
He brought a glass of water over to Yin Huan. “It’s very late.”
From what he knew, Yin Huan usually went to bed early because she valued her beauty—staying up late was her nemesis.
“Can’t sleep,” Yin Huan replied lazily, leaning back.
Did Dad come home this late every day?
And wasn’t Mom worried at all?
She had already gone to bed long ago.
“Is it because of the arranged marriage?” Chen Rui pushed the water glass toward her. “If the Young Mistress doesn’t wish to marry, I believe the master and madam, who dote on you so much, would certainly respect your wishes.”
Yes.
If she firmly objected, her parents wouldn’t force her.
But she hadn’t.
Although she claimed she could marry anyone, Bo Xun was ultimately different from others.
She felt more at ease around Bo Xun. When she found him irritating, she could hit him or pull his hair, and Bo Xun wouldn’t get angry. Instead, he’d give her a sly, mischievous smile.
Bo Xun spoiled her and indulged her.
As for love—she didn’t know if it existed.
Yin Huan yawned. “I’m not drinking. I have the premarital check-up tomorrow—no food or water.”
The words “premarital check-up” echoed in his ears, and Chen Rui’s eyes darkened. “So the Young Mistress has decided to marry him after all?”
“Yes! I’ll marry him! Grandfather wants me to!” Yin Huan was too exhausted to continue.
Her father still hadn’t returned. She wouldn’t wait any longer.
Yin Huan stood up and went upstairs to sleep.
Chen Rui stared blankly at her graceful, retreating figure.
The next day.
When Bo Xun came to pick up Yin Huan, she had already washed up but looked listless and weary. She sat in the car yawning.
To have more time with Yin Huan, he had the chauffeur drive today.
Now, as Yin Huan dozed off, her little head nodding cutely, he lowered his shoulder and gently pressed her head to rest on it.
Had Yin Huan also lost sleep last night from excitement?
Women were so contradictory.
She claimed to dislike him and didn’t want to marry, yet secretly she was so excited she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
The sleepy Huan Huan grew more adorable the longer he looked. She truly was a well-behaved darling raised on cuteness. The void deep in Bo Xun’s heart seemed to be filled by her.
Arriving at the hospital, Bo Xun hesitated for a long while before finally deciding to wake her up.
“Huanhuan, we’re here.”
“Huanhuan.”
His voice was very soft, not daring to speak too loudly. Yin Huan showed no signs of waking up.
Bo Xun reached out a hand and pinched Yin Huan’s nose, preventing her from breathing.