PDLP Chapter 161 is finally here.
Chapter 161 is finally here.
The old man was sitting at the other end of the main table, his face gloomy, clearly very dissatisfied with Shen Feiwan.
Shen Feiwan quickly looked away.
She glanced down at the gold chain on her wrist, then turned and whispered to the person behind her, "Tell the old man that I can't leave right now. Also, please tell him that what he couldn't do, I will do today. After today, there will be no more ties."
The old man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting her to refuse so directly.
However, he eventually nodded and prepared to go back and report to Old Master Bo.
Bo Junxing frowned when he saw Shen Feiwan and the old man's men whispering to each other, but he couldn't hear anything.
Therefore, just as the old man turned to leave, he suddenly called out to him, "Stop."
Shen Feiwan glanced at him, then reached out and pressed his arm down. "This is between Chairman Bo and me; it's none of your business."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the old man's people and said, "You can go now. Remember, you must relay my words to the old man without missing a single one."
The man nodded and quickly left.
Bo Junxing's gaze swept across the round table, and he glanced at the old man expressionlessly.
The father and son's eyes met in mid-air, each one colder than the last.
After a moment, Bo Junxing withdrew his gaze, looked down and asked Shen Feiwan, "What did the old man's people say to you just now?"
Shen Feiwan didn't hide anything from him, "You want to talk to me, but I can't leave right now unless I take you with me."
As she spoke, she hooked the gold chains attached to their wrists, her eyes filled with mockery.
He then asked, "What's this thing made of? It's not made of gold, is it?"
Bo Junxing lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently stroking the surface of the gold chain. "Tungsten steel plated with gold. What, you think you can break it with your bare hands just because it's thin? I advise you not to bother."
Shen Feiwan's lips curled up slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Could it be that it was custom-made for me?"
Bo Junxing stared intently at her. "What do you think?"
"Oh?" Shen Feiwan asked jokingly, "Do you have anklets?"
"Sure. There wasn't enough time, so I only prepared this bracelet. What do you think? Do you like it?"
Shen Feiwan curled her lip in disinterest. "The timing and place were wrong. How could I possibly like it?"
She paused, her gaze fixed intently on Bo Junxing's eyes. "By the way, I'd like to ask, where is your bottom line?"
"What's the bottom line?" Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice low and somewhat hoarse. "In bed?"
After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Shen Feiwan's lips, his eyes carrying a hint of desire.
Strangely enough, just being near her without doing anything made him feel parched.
Her breath was so close, warm and seemingly fragrant, constantly stimulating his senses.
Shen Feiwan sensed that the man in front of her was about to go into heat. If their relationship weren't about to end, she would have really liked to have some fun with him. What a pity.
She sighed inwardly and continued the previous topic, "I was asking about your bottom line with me."
Bo Junxing then looked away from Shen Feiwan's lips. "I cannot make a judgment on things that have not yet happened."
He paused, then continued, "You have to show me your things first so I can know where the bottom line is."
"Ok."
Shen Feiwan extended a slender finger and gently lifted the thin sleeve of his shirt, her gaze falling on the time on his watch. "It should be starting soon, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the lights in the hall dimmed, plunging the entire banquet hall into a soft, dim ambiance.
The wedding emcee walked onto the stage, microphone in hand, his voice gentle yet solemn, "Distinguished guests, dear friends and family, welcome to the wedding of Mr. Bo Fang and Ms. Shen Zhizhi on this auspicious day..."
Bo Fang was pushed to the center of the stage. The lights shone on his face, reflecting his cold and aloof expression. His expression was numb, without the slightest hint of joy.
Shen Feiwan glanced at the people on the stage once before looking away.
She stared with great interest at the huge screen behind them.
The screen was displaying photos of Shen Zhizhi, mostly solo shots, with very few photos of her with Bo Fang, and not a single solo photo of Bo Fang.
She turned to look at the big screen, and Bo Junxing stared at her profile, his gaze never leaving her.
Soon, the wedding ceremony moved to the moment when the bride entered.
While Shen Hao was still in prison, Shen Zhizhi asked her uncle to escort her to her wedding.
Romantic and soothing music began to play, and the banquet hall doors slowly opened. Shen Zhizhi, arm in arm with her uncle, walked in.
She wore a pure white wedding dress, her makeup was exquisite, and she looked dignified and beautiful.
Everything proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner.
The moment she stepped onto the runway, dazzling lights poured down like a galaxy, all converging on her.
She moved with light steps, her skirt swaying gently with each step. The other lights in the hall gradually dimmed, as if the whole world was making way for her, leaving only that one beam of light to illuminate her.
The brighter the main character shines today, the dimmer the rest of the hall becomes.
The more suitable it is for... to do some petty theft.
Shen Feiwan sensed a familiar masculine presence quietly approaching.
It is thin and even.
The hall was already dimly lit, and his face further blocked some of the light from Shen Feiwan's view.
The next second, his fingers gently gripped the back of Shen Feiwan's head.
His lips covered hers, moist and warm, like the first melting snow in spring, gently seeping into every inch of her senses.
Shen Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly—stimulated by the intimate contact.
Her body moved involuntarily closer to Bo Junxing, and her hands gently climbed onto his shoulders.
But she forgot that her left hand was handcuffed by Bo Junxing, and it could only slide down halfway.
Sensing her action of giving up halfway, Bo Junxing's kiss deepened, carrying an almost devout tenderness, yet subtly revealing a restrained possessiveness.
Their breaths mingled together, tender and intimate.
However, just as they were reluctant to part, the large screen in the hall suddenly flickered, and then the image changed abruptly.
The footage of Shen Zhizhi walking the runway was cut off and replaced with a completely black background.
Immediately afterwards, a virtual figure wearing a black mask and a cloak appeared on the screen. His face was completely covered, with only a pair of cold electronic eyes flashing eerily in the darkness.
His voice was processed, mechanical and indifferent.
"Hello, everyone. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here today to reveal the true face of a person."
Yue Ying has finally arrived!
No wonder he studied information technology; he did a good job of substituting the main element on the big screen.
Shen Feiwan stopped kissing, released Bo Junxing, and began to look forward to it.