“I don’t know how either,” Yin Huan said lazily, propping her cheek with her hand. “Although I don’t like you, I’m someone who takes contracts very seriously.”
She touched her ear—it was burning hot.
It was all Bo Xun’s fault.
When Bo Xun heard her say “don’t like you,” his momentary delight vanished completely.
The rest of the meal passed in silence between them.
After dinner, Bo Xun drove her back to the Yin residence before leaving.
Yin Huan went straight to bed for an afternoon nap upon returning home.
After sleeping for several hours, she lazily made her way downstairs.
Everyone in the Yin family villa was bustling with activity.
They had started decorating too.
Red “double happiness” characters were pasted on the glass windows.
“Sweetheart.” Mother Yin approached with a glass of water when she saw her awake.
“Thank you, Mom.”
Yin Huan took small sips of water.
“How did things go with Ah Xun today?”
Images from the hospital instantly flashed through Yin Huan’s mind—her back turned to him, Bo Xun sitting behind her with low, restrained panting.
“Cough, cough!”
“Slow down, slow down. How did you choke on water?” Mother Yin patted her back. “What happened?”
Mom was really sharp to notice something was off.
“Nothing at all. We got along quite well,” Yin Huan said with a sweet smile. “Send some maids upstairs with me to pack some things for the new house.”
“Go ahead, go ahead.” Mother Yin felt reassured hearing they got along well.
Several maids followed Yin Huan upstairs.
While the maids were packing, Yin Huan received a message from Bo Xun on her phone.
Why did domineering CEOs act like those average confident men online when dating? “Have you eaten?” “Are you asleep?” “What are you doing?”
Was he really that idle?
Yin Huan only replied that she’d send the luggage to the villa later.
Bo Xun quickly responded with a single “Okay.”
After finishing his meeting, Bo Xun hurried to the villa to wait.
Several Yin family cars arrived, but Yin Huan herself never showed up.
Bo Xun smiled wryly. Why was he in such a hurry? Huanhuan never said she’d come today.
Meanwhile, Yin Huan was sitting face-to-face with her father in the study.
“You want to join the company???”
Yin Li stared at his precious daughter in shock.
She had been pampered since childhood, never worked a day in her life. Now this delicate Young Mistress was about to get married and suddenly wanted to get a job.
“Sweetheart, you want to work at Bo Corporation? To be Bo Xun’s secretary and keep an eye on him? That’s too humiliating for my baby! You don’t need to work—Daddy will hire more private investigators for you!Yin Li said painfully. “You just keep enjoying life, eating, drinking, and having fun. Daddy will take care of you.”
“Dad, I mean working at our family’s company. I’m not going to be Bo Xun’s secretary,” Yin Huan said. She didn’t have those masochistic tendencies.
Seeing Bo Xun’s face at home every night after marriage was bad enough—why would she want to see him at work too? Even the handsomest face would become tiresome eventually.
Did she still want to live her life?
“Sweetheart, why would you suddenly want to work?” Yin Li stood up.
He walked around the desk to stand before Yin Huan.
The old father lovingly felt his treasured daughter’s forehead. “No fever… so why are you talking nonsense?”
“Dad!”
Yin Huan pushed his hand away. “I’m doing this so our family company won’t fall into Bo Xun’s hands in the future. I need to learn, otherwise what will happen to me after you and Mom are gone?”
“Darling, you’re relying on your parents now, and your husband later. When we grow old and pass on, you can rely on your children—rely on your son.” Yin Li’s eyes were filled with deep adoration. “To be honest with you, we’ve already discussed it with the Bo family. Your first son with Bo Xun will take our Yin surname.”
Yin Huan: “…”
Had anyone ever asked for her opinion on this matter?
They didn’t consult her about marriage—fine. She didn’t get to choose her marriage partner—fine. She didn’t select the wedding date—fine. But now she couldn’t even decide her future child’s surname?
Was this genuine affection, or was she just being treated like a tool?
“Would Bo Xun agree to this?” This was what shocked Yin Huan the most.
Yin Li smiled. “He agreed! No matter what the surname, it’ll still be your child. The country has already opened up the three-child policy. You young people won’t just have one child, right?”
Yin Huan felt her worldview nearly collapse.
Was Bo Xun out of his mind?
They were both only children—how could he possibly agree to this?
“Did his parents agree too?”
“They did! Daughter, don’t you agree?” Yin Li looked at her.
“I just feel like my entire life has been planned out by all of you…” Yin Huan lazily took a couple of steps.
She plopped down on the sofa, angrily pounding the light gray cushion. “You didn’t discuss my marriage with me, and now you’ve even decided what my future son will be named. What if I have a daughter instead?”
Yin Huan pouted unhappily.
Yin Li walked over and crouched in front of her. “Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you’re happy, darling.”
“Then I want to get a job.”
“Alright, if you’re willing and Bo Xun agrees, Dad will arrange a position for you.” Yin Li had always granted her every wish.
Especially for such a small request.
Given Yin Huan’s temperament, her interest in working probably wouldn’t last long.
“Dad, you’re the best! I know you’d never lie to me!” Yin Huan finally smiled. “Love you!”
“Dad loves you too.”
Yin Huan happily left Yin Li’s study.
Returning to her room, she lazily collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling light. Bo Xun’s deep, restrained panting surfaced in her mind again—maddeningly irresistible.
That wretched Bo Xun, that awful Bo Xun.
Even when he wasn’t around, he still invaded her thoughts.
The thought of Bo Xun fantasizing about her doing those disgusting things countless times made Yin Huan tremble with anger.
She pounded the rabbit plush toy on her bed, imagining it was Bo Xun’s punchable face.
“Ahhh!”
This was unbearable.
How could she stop herself from thinking about him?
Yin Huan abruptly sat up, changed into her swimsuit, and headed to the indoor pool for a swim.
After a few laps, Yin Huan stopped.
Standing by the pool’s edge, her body half-submerged in the clear water, she thought, “No! I can’t just swallow this anger.”
But she was too tired today. She’d think about it tonight and confront Bo Xun tomorrow.
The next day, with her wedding to Bo Xun approaching, many relatives visited their home.
Yin Huan had to entertain them at home, keeping her busy until the day before the wedding.
Early that morning, Yin Huan received the household register from her father. “Go on, go get your marriage certificate. Wishing my precious daughter a happy marriage.”
Hah, happy.
Yin Huan went downstairs with the household register and ID card.
Bo Xun approached her, holding an umbrella.
Every day in July was swelteringly hot. Even though it was only just past 8 a.m., the sun was already high, casting scorching rays that baked the ground hot and filled the air with stifling heat.
The car stopped at the entrance. Even though it was just a short distance, Bo Xun dutifully held up the umbrella to shield her from the sun.
In the distance, Chen Rui wiped the car with a towel, but his peripheral gaze was fixed on the figures getting into the car together.
His Young Mistress was going to get her marriage certificate with someone else today.
Would she still ride in his car in the future?
From today onward, Yin Huan was no longer just the Young Mistress of the Yin family—she was also the young madam of the Bo family.
The air inside the car was cool and comfortable, just right.
Yin Huan leaned back contentedly.
Bo Xun’s handsome face suddenly drew close. “Huanhuan, guess what I’ve prepared?”