PDLP Chapter 131 Please stop scolding me.
Chapter 131 Please stop scolding me.
When someone returns home and the motion-activated light comes on, they suddenly see Bo Junxing, and their heart skips a beat.
Bo Junxing realized he had scared someone, so he took out his phone and dialed Shen Feiwan's number again, but the call still went unanswered.
He pursed his lips, a surge of irritation rising within him, but he didn't leave; instead, he decided to continue waiting.
Time passed by, and Bo Junxing neither ate nor drank, just stood expressionless at the door of Shen Feiwan's house.
Meanwhile, after dinner, Shen Feiwan and Chen Youen went to a bar.
The bar was dimly lit and the music was deafening; Shen Feiwan couldn't even hear her phone ringing without having to manually mute it.
Chen Youen drank a few more glasses of wine, and in high spirits, he pulled Shen Feiwan into the dance floor, stretching out his limbs and body to his heart's content.
The two went home early, leaving the bar before 2 a.m.
Shen Feiwan took out her phone and saw dozens of missed calls, all from Bo Junxing.
She ignored it, went back to her hotel room, washed up, and went to sleep.
Shen Feiwan woke up at just past eight o'clock the next morning.
Last night, she and Chen Youen only booked one room and slept together.
Shen Feiwan got up to get a drink of water, and although she moved very quietly, Chen Youen was still woken up.
She groggily opened her eyes and saw that Shen Feiwan was already dressed. Her voice was still sleepy as she asked, "Why are you up so early? Aren't you going to sleep a little longer? It's only this early..."
"Did I wake you up?" Shen Feiwan took a sip of water and then invited Chen Youen, "I've had enough sleep. I haven't worked out in a long time, and my body feels stiff. Why don't you come with me? We can work out or go for a run."
Upon hearing this, Chen Youen immediately buried her head in the pillow, utterly unwilling, "I'm not going to work out, I don't need to work out, I just need to lose weight. Go ahead and do it yourself, don't disturb my sleep."
Shen Feiwan smiled helplessly, knowing that Chen Youen had never been interested in sports, so she didn't force her.
She looked out the window; the sun was shining brightly, and her urge to exercise grew even stronger.
She quickly tidied herself up, prepared to go home to change into something lighter, and then go for a run in the park near her home.
She drove back, and as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she froze in her tracks.
At this very moment, at 8:37 a.m., Bo Junxing was leaning against the door of her house, his eyes closed, seemingly asleep while standing!
His face looked somewhat haggard, and there seemed to be some stubble growing on his chin.
The suit was wrinkled; it was the same one from yesterday.
Clearly, he had been waiting here all night.
Is he an idiot?
Shen Feiwan frowned, a complex emotion suddenly welling up inside her, and deliberately walked over loudly.
Before he even got close, Bo Junxing opened his eyes.
There were several red streaks in his eyes.
Looking at Shen Feiwan, his voice was hoarse and deep, "You've finally decided to come back."
Shen Feiwan stood there, speechless. "What are you doing here?"
Bo Junxing straightened up, straightening his slightly sore shoulders and back, and said calmly, "Waiting for you."
Shen Feiwan glanced at him. "Waiting for me? When did you become so free?"
Bo Junxing gave an irrelevant answer, saying, "Twenty-nine phone calls, and your phone was off."
Shen Feiwan: "I don't want to answer."
Bo Junxing: "That's very impolite."
“Heh,” Shen Feiwan suddenly laughed out loud after their back-and-forth, “Are you trying to teach me manners now? You’re blocking my doorway, and I think you’re the one who’s being impolite. Aren’t you scaring the neighbors on the left and right? Move aside, I need to go in.”
Bo Junxing did not give way; instead, he stepped forward, bent down, and hugged Shen Feiwan.
His movements weren't sudden or forceful, but Shen Feiwan didn't have time to react before he pulled her into a tight embrace.
His chin rested on the top of her head, his breathing was heavy, as if he were pressing all his weight on her. His arms were like rusty chains, holding her tightly in his embrace.
"You..." Shen Feiwan was forced back by the weight, "You're so heavy! You're going to crush me!"
"I've been standing here waiting for you all night, I'm exhausted, can you please stop criticizing me?"
Bo Junxing spoke with a weary, helpless, and somewhat aggrieved expression.
Shen Feiwan was speechless. "...Are you feeling wronged? I didn't make you wait. If you're tired or sleepy, just go home and sleep. You have legs to walk on."
"No, my legs are right at your doorstep." Bo Junxing remained motionless, pressing down on Shen Feiwan and surrendering his entire weight.
This was his first embrace of Shen Feiwan that was not driven by lust.
When passion erupts, all body language is so intense; now that it has subsided, and nothing is done but this quiet embrace, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to it.
They were embracing each other when the door next door suddenly creaked open.
Yesterday, that new mother came out carrying a garbage bag.
The mother was startled when she saw the two of them, but then she smiled and said, "You've made up? Congratulations!"
Trapped Shen Feiwan: ...What a load of rubbish.
As soon as the mother left, the elderly couple from next door came out.
The old man, holding a thermos, glanced at Shen Feiwan with a hint of lecturing in his tone.
"Young lady, this young man has been waiting for you all night, but he can't even get in the door. You're a young lady, you can't stay out all night, what kind of behavior is that?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Feiwan immediately became furious. "Sir, if you don't know anything, please don't lecture people randomly. It's completely unreasonable."
Seeing her husband being criticized, the middle-aged woman next to him immediately chimed in, "You're not being discreet yourself, so you can't even let others talk about it? These young people nowadays are really... tsk tsk."
This middle-aged woman is so protective of her own; coincidentally, Bo Junxing is too.
He released Shen Feiwan and stepped forward to block her path.
His cold gaze swept over the elderly couple in front of him. "Just because you're old doesn't mean you can act like this and do whatever you want. Please watch your mouths. It's none of your business to interfere in other people's private affairs."
Bo Junxing's imposing presence, coupled with his noble air, immediately intimidated the elderly man and woman.
The older woman nudged the older man's arm, picked up the trash bag, and hurried downstairs.
The old man didn't dare to say anything more to his face, only muttering as he entered the elevator, "These young people nowadays are really something else."
Shen Feiwan watched this scene with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.
Some people are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. If a tall, strong man confronts them, they dare not say anything.
She turned around, pressed her fingerprint, and opened the door.
Bo Junxing immediately followed.
Shen Feiwan hadn't noticed at the door, but now that she was inside, she realized that Bo Junxing was pulling a suitcase in one hand and carrying a paper bag in the other.
"What do you mean by this?" Shen Feiwan asked.