PDLP Chapter 168 Bo Junxing's Revenge
Chapter 168 Bo Junxing's Revenge
Bo Junxing looked up, his brows furrowed slightly. "What's wrong with you now?"
Song Yanzhou took a deep breath and said, "After that incident, although you didn't ask me to, I still had someone check the evidence and photos that Yue Ying exposed. Our professionals found that there was absolutely no trace of them being fabricated."
He paused, then gritted his teeth, "She's a truly awful, disgusting, and unscrupulous woman. She's not worth wasting even a fraction of your emotions on! So, seeing you so down because of her makes me very unhappy! You should just forget about this woman."
"Forgot?" Bo Junxing's eyes darkened. "Bringing such humiliation upon you, could you forget?"
Song Yanzhou became anxious, "No, what I mean is, you can't keep thinking about this woman! She can satisfy your physical needs and make you pleasing to the eye, but there must be other women who can!"
Bo Junxing frowned even more. He didn't respond to Song Yanzhou's words, but silently took out a divorce certificate from his desk drawer and casually tossed it in front of Song Yanzhou.
"Do you really think I'm some kind of despicable person? She's toying with me and the Bo family like this, do you expect me to be so obsessed with her that I can't eat or sleep?"
Song Yanzhou paused for a moment, then picked up the divorce certificate and examined it carefully, turning it over and over.
After confirming it was true, he breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. I misunderstood because you were working so late all of a sudden."
Bo Junxing's gaze returned to the computer screen, and he said calmly, "We need to catch up on the work we missed a few days ago."
The past few days have been busy trying to win back that woman. I stayed up all night outside her house, went to the supermarket to buy things, cooked at home, went to negotiate with Yue Ying, got injured and was hospitalized, and even neglected my work.
Looking back now, I was incredibly stupid!
This situation will never happen again.
Song Yanzhou nodded, then lifted the food in his hand, "Are you really not eating? How about we have a midnight snack?"
"I'm not hungry."
“Okay,” Song Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, “then I’m too lazy to go down. You don’t mind if I eat here, do you?”
"up to you."
Song Yanzhou carried the food to the rest area and began to enjoy his dinner.
Bo Junxing is scanning emails in his inbox.
He will prioritize opening important or urgent requests.
His brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the daily report sent by the finance department.
After quickly reading it, he looked up at Song Yanzhou and said, "Let your employees go home. The financial statements show that you've seriously overspent these past two days. We need to control the hype, but there's no need to spend so much money. Just selectively block content during peak hours each day. What do you think?"
Song Yanzhou put down his chopsticks and tentatively asked, "Why don't you discuss this with the old man? After all, this concerns the Bo family's reputation."
Bo Junxing tapped the table twice with his index finger. "I'm the CEO, this is a small matter that doesn't need to be reported to the chairman. Since it's already far exceeding the budget, then cut it. Implement it now."
"Okay!" Song Yanzhou smiled. "The employees will thank you."
As he spoke, he picked up his phone and posted a notification in the work group.
After sending the message, he breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "You're still the same decisive person you always were. I'm relieved; you haven't fallen for a woman."
Bo Junxing ignored Song Yanzhou's teasing and continued to focus on his work.
No one knew when, but Song Yanzhou had finished eating and silently walked behind Bo Junxing.
Bo Junxing's expression changed when he suddenly saw his face on the computer screen.
He frowned. "Why do you walk so quietly?"
“There’s carpet on the floor,” Song Yanzhou said innocently. “Your office carpet is so expensive, if it still makes a thumping sound when you walk on it, would it be worth the price?”
As he spoke, his gaze fell on a golden pen in Bo Junxing's pen holder. He reached out, pulled it out, and began to play with it in his hand.
"How come there's such an overly brightly colored thing among all your identical pens?" Song Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, his tone curious. "And it looks pretty cheap too."
Bo Junxing's gaze swept over the pen, his eyes darkened slightly, and memories instantly flooded his mind.
Shen Feiwan bought it specially. At that time, in the break room of his office, she used this pen to write on his lower abdomen, extending the strokes downwards to seduce and provoke him.
After he did it hard, the words were blurred by his sweat.
He kept the pen afterward.
Now… Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes, his voice indifferent, “Throw it away. Useless stuff.”
Song Yanzhou had already uncapped his pen and drawn a few lines on a piece of white paper. "No, I can still write. The color is quite nice, gilded. If you don't want it, you can give it to me?"
Bo Junxing's eyes turned cold. He snatched the pen back and casually threw it into the trash can. "I told you, throw it away."
"You..." Song Yanzhou touched his nose, then suddenly realized, "So... this couldn't have been left by that woman, could it?"
"That's why I say, throw it away."
"Okay! Throw it! Good throw!"
As Song Yanzhou spoke, he even clapped his hands in praise, "Well done!"
"..." Bo Junxing closed his eyes, speechless. "You don't have to be so dramatic."
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Jingsi Cemetery.
This is Shen Feiwan's second time here.
This time, she didn't get lost.
The warm sunlight shone on the tombstone, making Gao Lanqing's smile in the photo appear especially gentle.
Shen Feiwan stood in front of the tombstone, her gaze calm and profound.
She bowed deeply to the tombstone and said apologetically, "Aunt Gao, your real daughter has come to see you. I was rude when I came last time. You probably never imagined that there was someone in this world who shared the same name, surname, and birth date as Xiaowan. Since Xiaowan is here to see you today, I won't disturb you any longer."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Shen Feiwan, who was standing to the side, and said, "I'll wait for you in the car."
The other Shen Feiwan nodded gratefully to her, gently stroking the photo on the tombstone, her voice choked with emotion, "Mom, I've come back to see you."
Back in the car, Shen Feiwan closed her eyes and rested for a while.
A few minutes later, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Chen Youen on the phone.
“We’re in trouble,” Chen Youen’s voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone grave.
Shen Feiwan nonchalantly reached out and nudged the little toy on the car. "What's the trouble? Is it something serious?"
Chen Youen sighed on the other end of the phone, "It doesn't seem easy to handle right now. It concerns the Shen family's villa."
"Huh?" Shen Feiwan asked, puzzled. "What happened to that villa? The auction process was already complete, and the house is already in my name, isn't it?"