Bo Jingzhou's hand rested on the towel, as if he was about to give her a live performance right then and there. Shen Wanci's eyes, as if they had been burned by fire, darted away abruptly.

She walked past without looking sideways, pushing Bo Jingzhou out of the bedroom: "Ten minutes are almost up, when you leave later, remember to lock the door for me, and take the towel down and throw it away."

After Shen Wanci finished speaking, she immediately shut the room door.

In the bathroom, steam filled the air, carrying the familiar scent of her bath soap and a subtle hint of another fragrance – the sandalwood cologne that Bo Jingzhou always wore.

With a strange sort of ambiguity.

Logically speaking, after three years of marriage, this kind of scene should be perfectly normal.

But in Shen Wanci's memory, this was the first time.

When I lived at Yu Ting Villa, each room had an ensuite bathroom, and there was also a shared one outside. Moreover, Bo Jingzhou wasn't often home, and even when he was, he usually came back very late. So, there was never a situation where one person had just finished showering while the other went to use it.

Shen Wanci pressed down the strangeness in her heart. She thought it was probably because of what Bo Jingzhou did tonight, reminding her of the past. She turned on the exhaust fan, took a quick shower, and then sat on the imperial concubine's couch next to the sliding door on the balcony with her laptop in her arms.

She opened her browser and typed "A City Ginger House" into the search bar.

Having scrolled through some information about the Jiang family's background and personnel, he finally understood why both Lu Feng and Bo Jingzhou only mentioned the Jiang family without specifying anyone in particular.

She looked at the meticulously organized family tree she had compiled and couldn't help but remark: "This is truly a thriving clan! The old man alone has ten brothers and sisters, each with two to five children. Then there are countless grandchildren."

This is still on the surface, there are also illegitimate children, just those exposed already have over ten, who knows how many more haven't been exposed.

The family planning policy, which was so strictly enforced back then, had absolutely no effect on them.

In summary, every single unit has a very significant number of people.

If it were a holiday gathering, you wouldn't be able to fit everyone in unless you booked the grand hall of a five-star restaurant. Finding out who among so many people wanted to harm her would be harder than reaching the sky.

Shen Wanci only took a look and felt a headache coming on. Her mind was filled with the faces of the Ginger family, each one looking like a murderer.

She irritably tossed the computer aside, lay down, and closed her eyes pretending to sleep.

My head rested against the edge of the imperial concubine's couch, my wet hair facing the whirring fan blowing warm air.

She fell asleep quickly because she was so comfortable.

……

In the living room.

Bo Jingzhou looked at Chen Xu's forwarded Qin Hexit's phone number and, without the slightest hesitation, dialed it directly.

The other end picked up quickly, voice crisp: "Who is it?"

"Bo Jingzhou."

Qin He Yi was quiet for two seconds, then instantly recovered his usual carefree demeanor: "Boss Bo, were you rejected again? Calling me, your rival in love, to ask for experience?"

"What kind of experience is it to have your suitors bring their mothers along to make things difficult for the woman you like? This is probably not something I can teach you, after all, whenever Wanwan is at my place, she's treated like royalty. Nobody would even dare to say a harsh word to her, let alone deliver such veiled threats and blatant humiliations."

Bo Jingzhou's sentence was a bit long, and he said several "himself" in a row, directly confusing Qin Heyi. He repeated each word in his heart before realizing what he meant.

Frowning, he said, “Did Mu Yao take my mom to cause trouble for Wanci?”

"It's clear that your stepmother genuinely likes that tea lady. In this situation, you shouldn't stir up trouble later. Who would remarry and find such a troublesome family?"

Qin Heyi finally understood.

This jerk called, not only to make him deal with Mu Yao, but also to ridicule him and make him give up early, saying, "It's bad luck to have a first marriage fail, so you end up having a second one. You already got out of it, why would someone be so clueless to eat grass again?"

The next day.

When Shen Wanci woke up, she found herself lying in bed, still covered with a quilt. She frowned and recalled that last night she seemed to have fallen asleep on the noble concubine's couch, but she had no memory of how she got to the bed.

Could it be that Bo Jingzhou didn't leave last night?

The thought that I was going to be late for work only flashed through my mind before being quickly dismissed.

After washing up, as she passed through the living room, Shen Wanci glanced at the sofa.

The surface was clean and tidy, with no signs of having been slept in.

But I couldn't tell if it was an illusion, a lingering scent of Bo Jingzhou's refreshing fragrance seemed to fill the air.

……

As soon as Shen Wanci arrived at the museum, she heard that the mysterious Chinese-American had come and was checking on the progress of the crown's repairs.

A colleague complained, "After only half a month, we've already spent most of the time on the initial meetings. What progress can we possibly have made?"

"It is said that after the foreigner was 'advised' by the curator to leave, he ran to the front of the Chinese person and spoke ill of us, saying that we were unprofessional and would ruin that unique treasure. He claimed that this was the reason why they wanted to come and see for themselves. They weren't very confident in our skills to begin with, now this has happened, I'm afraid the donation is likely off."

Shen Wanci originally thought that someone who loved their country, antiques, and was so wealthy should be an older person. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a young, competent woman. Dressed in a tailored professional outfit, her figure was curvaceous and every move exuded the charm of a mature woman, but her age seemed to be about the same as hers.

Seeing her, the other person greeted her first: "You're Wan Wan, the internet celebrity? You're much prettier in real life than on TV."

"Thank you," Shen Wanci politely said as she shook the other person's outstretched hand.

The woman was overjoyed, like a little fan girl meeting her idol. The ice queen instantly transformed into an excited little loli. She introduced herself: "My name is Terisa, and I'm the temporary owner of this crown. I'm also your fan. I was a little worried that people in China wouldn't be able to repair it well, but now that I see you, I feel completely at ease entrusting it to your museum. In a moment, I'll sign the donation agreement with Director Yu."

"

They now stand in the workshop, those present are all older, more experienced, and with greater influence in this field than her.

So when Terisa put that tall hat on, Shen Wanci felt no joy at being praised, only the embarrassment of wanting to dig a hole and bury herself.

It's unknown if she's truly become naive after staying abroad for so long, unfamiliar with the complexities of domestic relationships, or if she intentionally wants to be ostracized by her seniors.

Shen Wanci chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You believe in me because I'm the most high-profile, participating in the show. If all the senior figures in our industry were as flamboyant as me, I'd probably be instantly obliterated, not even a trace left."

Terisha looked at her, a deep and unreadable expression in her eyes.

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