Bo Jinchou injured his right hand, so he was already moving inconveniently, and he ordered some dishes that required manual cutting.

Even with her eyes straight ahead, Shen Wanci could feel the excited gazes of the onlookers as they watched the drama unfold. She gritted her teeth and leaned close to Zhou Jingzhou's ear, lowering her voice to a whisper: "Are you sick?"

Bo Jingzhou raised his hand, letting her see more clearly the gauze wrapped around it; "Isn't this why you come to see a doctor?"

The meaning seems to be this, but it sounds so off.

The commotion was quite significant, disturbing even Nie Yuchen in his office. Or rather, he was directly called out by his secretary.

Looking at the two people standing there, who seemed so perfectly matched, a dark glint flashed in his eyes. After a few seconds, he raised his foot and walked over.

"Mr. Bo, we have a meeting in half an hour. Wan Ci might not be able to take care of your dinner," he said as soon as he approached, seeing the gauze wrapped around Bo Jingzhou's hand. He was once friends with him, and still understood each other's personalities quite well. "If you don't mind, I can ask the secretary to help you."

"Is that so? I just heard an hour ago, could I have misheard?" Bo Jingzhou laughed.

This is a bit awkward.

Their eyes met, both filled with the cold glint of steel.

Bo Jingzhou sat down on Shen Wanci's stool, seeing Nie Yuchen still standing there, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Nie Zong wants to sit down and eat together?"

Anyone with a modicum of social awareness could tell that this was a veiled dismissal, yet Nie Yu Cheng acted as if he hadn't noticed at all. "Since President Bo is being so gracious, then I would be disrespectful to refuse."

The secretary immediately, with great insight, brought over a chair each for Nie YuCheng and Shen WanCi, placing them opposite Bo JingZhou.

Bo Jingzhou gave him a meaningful glance without speaking.

Nie Yu Cheng was not being polite either, he picked up his knife and fork and began to cut into the steak.

He moved gracefully, his back straight, even when surrounded by the hustle and bustle.

A miscellaneous office area, yet it also feels like being in a sophisticated Western restaurant.

Bo Jingzhou turned his head to look at the person nearest to him. The person was taken aback by his gaze and, suddenly inspired, as if their Du meridian had been opened, hurriedly offered up the stool beneath them, placing it beside him.

Bo Jingzhou looked up: "Sit, I'm hungry."

His voice was flat, but his gaze on Shen Wanci was filled with a clear threat: "Try sitting next to me."

Before Shen Wanci could speak, Nie Yucheng put down his knife and fork, offering the cut steak to Bao Jingzhou. "Mr. Bao, your right hand isn't working, but your left hand is fine for using a fork, right? Or is that not possible either?"

His last words seemed to imply something, but they also sounded like he was just talking about his hand.

Nie YuCheng: "Wan Ci's design plan hasn't been finished yet, we're having a meeting soon and need to use it. Are you going to let her go hungry to take care of you eating, then go hungry to the meeting?"

Bo Jingzhou picked up his fork and leisurely put a piece of steak in his mouth. "Anyway, I'm staying at her place now, so it doesn't matter if I have one or two more meals. Mr. Nie can stop this once, but can you stop every meal, morning, noon, and night?"

This sounds familiar, it's exactly what Nie Yu Cheng used to provoke Bo Jing Zhou at the Nie residence before.

Shen Wanci was too lazy to look at these two childish men. She took her own lunch box and went to the rest area.

The moment she left, the atmosphere at the dinner table became heavy. No one spoke to each other anymore.

The meeting had ended at eleven o'clock at night. Shen Wanci was so tired that she kept yawning, even the coffee couldn't hold her up. Her eyes were forced out of physiological tears, the corners of her eyes were red, and she looked especially cute and pitiful.

Nie Yu Cheng: "I'll send you back."

“I drove here…” Just as Shen Wanci stepped into the office, she saw Bo Jingzhou still sitting in her chair.

He leaned back languidly in his chair, his eyes half-closed, the light casting shifting shadows across him, creating a tableau of expectant stillness.

Shen Wanci frowned: "How are you still here?"

The meeting lasted for three hours, and he just waited here for three hours?

Bo Jingzhou seemed to have just woken up, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness: "My hand hurts, I can't drive."

That sounded like an excuse, and a very superficial one at that.

"Then how did you get here?"

"Chen Xikai's car."

She stopped talking and took a bag from inside the desk drawer, ready to leave. Nie Yucheng's secretary called out to her: "Wan Ci, could you please trouble yourself to send Mr. Nie back too? Mr. Nie came directly from the airport today without a car. I’ve been working overtime every day lately, my girlfriend left me, and if I don't go chase after her now, she’ll run far away."

Bo Jingzhou's gaze fell lightly on him: "…How much is your salary?"

Working so hard all day to pimp out clients to your boss!

The little secretary stammered, "Eight… eight thousand."

Bo Jingzhou was silent. Chen Xu's salary had indeed been raised.

Nie Yu Cheng's gaze was fixed on Shen Wan Ci the whole time. She looked exhausted, her eyes were all red from lack of sleep, and she kept yawning even when she spoke. "It's alright, I have an international video conference later, you should go back to rest early. You don't have to come to the company for the next few days."

He reached out and gently stroked her head, as he used to: "But it's best to find a designated driver, don't drive tired."

Bo Jingzhou stared at the hand that had touched Shen Wanci's head, his face so cold it seemed like he wanted to chop off his paw. He was just going to speak, but now he even moved his hands.

Shen Wanci's car was parked on the street in front of the Nie family's gate.

She had just opened the car lock when the key in her hand was taken by Bo Jingzhou. The man's thick fingertips brushed against hers, a little hot.

"What are you doing?"

"You're so tired like this, I'm afraid you'll drive straight into the viewing tree in the quarantine zone, and tomorrow you'll have to be on the social news again."

"If that were the case, you could choose to just kill yourself directly. That way, even if you ended up there, you'd be covered with a white sheet or wearing mosaic patches, no one would recognize you, and you wouldn't lose face."

She finished speaking and turned directly to the passenger seat, while Bo Jingzhou stood there for two seconds before walking towards the driver's seat.

And not far away, Jian Weining didn't expect that she would come here to have a meal with people, and she would actually run into Bo Jingzhou by such a coincidence. She smiled on her face, just about to take steps towards him, but she saw him turn up in a car worth tens of thousands of yuan.

That car definitely wasn't Bo Jingzhou's, but he got into the driver's seat. It seemed like he wasn't disgusted at all, and was even quite happy about it.

She was across the street from him, and even if she ran, she couldn't catch up. She vaguely saw a woman seemingly sitting in the passenger seat. She walked to the left for a bit, until she was level with the front of the car.

The driver's side window was left open. Bo Jingzhou leaned against the co-pilot, his back to her. His figure completely blocked the woman behind him, only revealing a sliver of clothing and hair strands.

They looked like they were... kissing.

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