It was rare for them to go out.
After finishing the meal, Mu Wantang refused to go back, tugging at Bo Shiyue’s hand and fussing to stay a little longer.
“Are we going back to the Bo family?”
Madam Bo had told her to return yesterday.
The moment Bo Shiyue thought of the Bo family’s attitude toward Mu Wantang, he didn’t want her to go back.
He didn’t want the little girl he cherished in his heart to be bullied again.
“We’re not going!”
Mu Wantang sat quietly in the car, her large, round eyes blinking a few times, filled with innocence and confusion.
She reached out, cautiously tugging at the hem of Bo Shiyue’s shirt.
“Uncle~”
Bo Shiyue couldn’t resist her like this, especially when her voice softened even more.
It filled his mind with alluring images.
Without hesitation, Bo Shiyue pulled the little girl into his arms, his thin lips parting as he directly captured her moist lips, gently nibbling and savoring.
His thumb traced her sensitive, soft waist—
Mu Wantang went limp in his embrace, letting out soft whimpers, her eyes glistening with a thin layer of mist as if pleading for mercy.
Only when the little girl lay completely weak against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, not moving at all, did he finally curl his lips into a slight smile, the amusement at the corners of his eyes and brows as captivating as a seductive demon.
“Well, where does Tangtang want to go play?”
As he spoke, he lifted his hand before the little girl’s eyes.
In the sunlight filtering through the car window, the moisture on his thumb was clearly visible.
Mu Wantang let out a hum of embarrassment and annoyance, turning her face away to avoid looking at him.
The man’s low, husky, and alluring voice seeped into her ears like a spell, lingering and inescapable.
“Be good~ Get me a tissue.”
Mu Wantang was too embarrassed to lift her head, her face flushed all the way to the back of her ears.
Flustered, she pulled out a wet wipe for him, while Bo Shiyue continued to coax, “Wipe it for me.”
The little girl didn’t dare to look at him, hastily grabbing his wrist and wiping his fingers.
Bo Shiyue was pleased with her reaction. “Tangtang is full, right?”
Mu Wantang stared at the damp stain on her skirt and the darker, sticky spot on his black suit pants where she had accidentally brushed against him.
She nodded cautiously.
He had been so wicked earlier, especially with the car still moving.
She had been too scared to make a sound.
No matter how much she tried to evade, he still succeeded.
Bo Shiyue chuckled softly and tapped on the partition in the middle. The Special Assistant quickly turned, driving the car into a secluded spot with little traffic.
Clearing his throat as a signal, he promptly opened the car door and stepped out.
Mu Wantang pouted in grievance. “I really am full,” she said, patting her stomach.
“I had two steaks for lunch, and… I even had two small cakes at the end.”
She counted on her fingers everything she had eaten, trying to prove to Bo Shiyue that she was truly full.
But someone had no intention of letting her off so easily.
He pointed to the damp stain on her skirt, the one she had just made.
“This is you telling me you’re hungry!”
The car came to a stop beside a grove of trees.
A squirrel holding a nut curiously glanced over a few times, then shyly covered its eyes and scampered away.
A cold wind swept through, scattering the clouds.
It rustled the branches, leaves trembling and dancing in the wind before stubbornly and helplessly falling.
Seeping into the soil, becoming one with the earth.
Leaves continuously detached from the great trees, whispering mournfully, only to intertwine tenderly with the cold wind mid-air.
The final tranquility before the storm paused only briefly before another piercing, icy roar echoed through the skies, entwined with reluctance.
In the end, the dust settled.
When the Special Assistant returned, he carried several shopping bags.
Only after Bo Shiyue tapped on the car window did he carefully place the shopping bags into the passenger seat.
After he walked away, Bo Shiyue opened the partition and retrieved the shopping bags.
After changing the little girl into clean clothes, Mu Wantang angrily kicked him several times, still feeling unsatisfied.
She lay in his arms refusing to move, unsure whether from anger or shyness, and bit down on his shoulder.
This time she bit fiercely, and Bo Shiyue slightly furrowed his brows, enduring the little girl’s wrath.
Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to truly bite down, leaving only a small row of teeth marks on his shoulder.
Bo Shiyue pinched her cheeks and chuckled softly, “Let me see if those little tiger teeth have grown bigger?”
Amid their playful tussling, the Special Assistant nervously opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.
Without a word, he drove toward the Bo residence.
Not daring to even breathe heavily the entire way.
The carriage still seemed to linger with an ambiguous atmosphere.
*
Mu Wantang had always been very sensible and obedient. After entering the main hall of the Bo family’s old residence, a servant lightly coughed.
“Apologies, Miss Mu. The Madam has instructed that you stand and wait for her for a while!”
This was clearly meant to humiliate Mu Wantang.
Yet Mu Wantang remained particularly well-behaved and obedient, standing there completely motionless.
After Bo Shiyue finished meeting with the Old Master, he came over and found Mu Wantang still standing there.
He glanced at his wristwatch.
Nearly forty minutes had passed. Standing at attention like a soldier, aside from breathing and blinking, she was as obedient as a speechless doll.
Remembering they had already been through some turmoil in the car earlier that day.
Bo Shiyue felt especially heartbroken for his little girl and walked over directly, intending to pick her up.
But Mu Wantang was particularly stubborn, pushing him away haphazardly with both hands and shifting a step sideways, still standing resolutely in place.
Bo Shiyue knew the little girl was angry.
Frowning displeasedly, he glared at the servant nearby and growled, “Tell the Madam to come downstairs now!”
The servant hurriedly turned and ran upstairs.
Bo Shiyue still needed to coax his little girl. He knew Mu Wantang had agreed to come because she wanted to help repair his relationship with his family.
She also wanted to gain the Bo family’s approval.
Hoping their union would be blessed by everyone.
Not like now, where everyone targeted her and refused to let her stay by his side.
This was also why Mu Wantang occasionally cried and threatened to run away from home.
The little girl had her own pride deep in her heart.
“Tangtang, Grandfather has especially delicious pastries. Would you like to try some?”
Though Mu Wantang’s eyes shifted slightly, she remained unmoved.
Having stood for so long, her legs were somewhat weak.
Bo Shiyue pulled her into his embrace, pinching her cheek gently. “Tangtang is the most well-behaved. Smile for me—this expression doesn’t suit you.”
Mu Wantang still pressed her lips together, refusing to speak, but at least she was willing to lean against his chest.
Holding her tightly, he could clearly feel the little girl’s body trembling slightly. She was holding back, restraining her emotions.
Moments later.
The sound of clicking heels echoed from the staircase.
Bo Shiyue glanced back and saw Madam Bo descending the stairs gracefully, wearing a navy blue Suzhou embroidery cheongsam with a shawl. She cast a casual glance at the two of them.
She turned and sat on the nearby sofa, crossing her legs slightly, her slender arms resting on her knees, appearing delicate and fragile.
Yet her words were exceptionally hurtful.
“Acting so shamelessly in public, have you no sense of decency at all!”