Chapter 67 - Chapter 67: Master Bo
Turns Out, I m from a Real Aristocratic Family!
Chapter 67: Master Bo
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
For some inexplicable reason, when Lu Chen laid eyes upon Fang Yuanâs exquisite and fair countenance, a surge of anger welled up within him. Perhaps it stemmed from his foreign upbringing and the infrequent encounters heâd had with Fang Yuan. He never anticipated her looking so captivating when she dressed up, nor did he foresee her using her allure to captivate the older gentleman. If she were willing to humble herself before him, maybe he could offer his assistance!
âMaster Bo, Miss Fang Yuan has just entered the hotel. Shall we proceed inside?â Mu Qing observed with a hint of helplessness as Fang Yuan graciously escorted Sun Bingsong through the hotelâs grand entrance. A pungent odor permeated the interior of the car, making Mu Qingâs discomfort evident.
âHow about this: give Miss Fang Yuan a call and inquire about her whereabouts?â Bo Yi paid no heed to him, clearly disdainful of his suggestions. However, as time passed, Bo Yiâs patience wore thin, prompting him to dial Fang Yuanâs number directly. Barely five minutes had elapsed since Mu Qing had offered his suggestion.
âYuanyuan,â Bo Yi addressed her, unwittingly conveying a sense of grievance in his tone. It came across as quite pitiable.
âIs there something you need?â Fang Yuan had just exited her room, holding a gift in her hands.
âCan we chat for a moment?â Bo Yi longed to hear her voice at that moment. âWhat did you have for lunch?â
âA homemade meal,â Fang Yuan replied nonchalantly as she stepped into the elevator, her phone signal still strong for the time being.
âHow did it taste?â Bo Yi recollected that Fang Yuan had been sipping soup throughout her meal. It must have been delicious.
âIt was decent,â Fang Yuan responded with indifference.
Bo Yi: âCould you let me try it next time?â
Fang Yuan sensed that he was searching for a topic of conversation. âDid you call me for a particular reason?â
Bo Yi: âWhere are you?â Those words seemed simple enough, yet when Bo Yi uttered them, they carried an undertone of longing.
âDidnât you know?â Fang Yuan exited the elevator and headed straight for the black sedan waiting outside the hotel. She opened the door and glanced at Bo Yi. âYouâve been following me from the company to the hotel?â
âDid you already know?â Upon realizing that she had seen through his ruse, Bo Yi swiftly ushered her into the car and embraced her tightly. âI just happened to spot you as I passed by your company.â
Fang Yuan:ââ¦â Do you really expect me to believe that?
âWhy didnât you try to find me?â Bo Yiâs deep, obsidian eyes remained fixed on her.
âHow? Should I have halted the car and interrogated you about why you were following me?â Fang Yuan attempted to extricate herself from his embrace, but Bo Yi held her firmly. Strangely, all the anxiety she had felt earlier vanished the moment he hugged her.
âBo Yi, youâre pushing it!â Fang Yuanâs eyes displayed a rare hint of anger. Just yesterday, they were holding hands, and now he had the audacity to hold her like this!
âBut 1 genuinely want to hold you. What should 1 do?â Bo Yi gazed at her with affection and earnestness. Before she could respond, he tightened his embrace. âJust for a little whileâ¦â
Fang Yuan:ââ¦.â
âWho is he?â Bo Yi nuzzled his chin against her shoulder, his words oozing with jealousy.
Mu Qing, seated in the driverâs seat, couldnât help but shiver. He never expected Master Bo to have this side to him. He was truly remarkable when he acted spoiled!
Fang Yuanâs heart softened, and she allowed him to hold her. âAn older gentleman.â
Bo Yi: âAre you close to him?â
Fang Yuan: âWhat do you think?â
Bo Yi pressed on, âYou didnât even bring me food last night.â
âYouâre implying that youâre so elderly that you canât even handle chopsticks anymore?â Fang Yuan was a tad exasperated. She couldnât believe he was actually jealous of an older man!
âThen can you feed me next time?â Bo Yi seized the opportunity to make a request.
ââ¦â Fang Yuan hadnât anticipated this man to possess such a childlike side. âCould you please release me?â
Bo Yi responded, âIâll let go if you agree.â
Fang Yuan acquiesced, saying, âFine.â
Upon hearing her consent, Bo Yi released her hand but instead held it in his own.
Fang Yuan:ââ¦.â
Inside the Mercedes-Benz parked outside the hotel.
Fang Jiayi and Lu Chenâs eyes widened in astonishment. They could hardly believe that Fang Yuan had just finished attending to the elderly gentleman at the hotel, only to step out and board another luxurious car. Moreover, this car had an impressive-looking license plate, likely indicating it belonged to a high-profile individual. The question on their minds: Which VIP was in that car?
âI never expected my sister to lack any self-respectâ¦â Fang Jiayi deliberately commented.
Watching the affluent couple walk away, Lu Chen felt extremely frustrated. She could engage with older men like that, so why hadnât she given him a chance? At least he was young and healthy!
Mu Qing parked the car in front of Fang Yuanâs company, but Fang Yuan remained in the car for an extended period because someone was firmly holding onto her hand and refusing to let go, no matter how hard she tried.
âIâll be late for work!â It was her first day on the job, and she couldnât afford to make a bad impression on her colleagues.
However, Bo Yi was adamant about not releasing her hand. â1â11 pick you up after work.â
Fang Yuan retorted, âI have my own car.â
Bo Yi countered, âDo you want Mu Qing to drive it home for you?â
âYou donât need to go to such lengths!â Fang Yuan attempted to pull her hand away, but Bo Yiâs grip tightened.
âIâll be your ride to and from work from now on.â
Fang Yuan: âNo need!â
Bo Yi: âWe can use your car.â
Fang Yuan.ââ¦.â
Bo Yi: âThere have been thunderstorms lately. Itâs not safe for you to drive by yourself.â
Fang Yuan: â1 really donât need it!â
Bo Yi: âThen should I go up and sit?â
ââ¦â Fang Yuan looked at him helplessly. âIâm going to work..â