After spending the morning shopping, the two people, exhausted and unable to walk any further, found a cafe on the street and sat down.

"What do you want to eat?"

Shen Wanci opened a certain app, preparing to look for something delicious nearby. As soon as she opened it, she heard someone calling her from behind: "Wanci."

She turned her head and saw that it was Qin Heyi, whom she hadn't seen in many days.

The man was dressed in a neat and crisp mountaineering suit, short boots with his trousers tucked into them. Even holding a coffee, he stood out from the crowd of city elites around him. He saw Shen Wanci and Jiang Ya Bamboo sitting together.

He knew she was Bo Jingzhou's mother, having seen her once at Shen Wanci's apartment door, but still nodded politely: "Mother."

Jiang Yajiu also immediately recognized this person's identity, the rival of her son in love. She quietly sized up the other party, handsome, well-off, full of late porcelain, eloquent, and when he smiled, it was the kind that women couldn't resist—a bit rogue and bad.

The more I look, the less likely I think my son is to win.

Even with the powerful filter of "biological daughter," she detested Bo Jingzhou's mouth, which was like a dead clam shell.

Qin Heyi glanced at the shopping bag on the bench and the almost-empty coffee cup on the table, calculating that the two should have finished shopping and come here. "My mother-in-law probably hasn't eaten yet, right? I know there's a particularly delicious Chinese restaurant nearby, would you like to try it?"

Jiang Ya-zhu just wanted to refuse, when Qin He-yi continued, "I heard from Wan Ci before that you treat her like your own daughter. I've always wanted to invite you out for a meal and thank you in person for taking care of her these past three years."

"..."

Jiang Yazu's heart turned cold, and her hands and feet felt numb.

This is starting to sound like a declaration of sovereignty! The tone implies that they've already included Shen Wanci within their own circle. Soon, this "godmother" title might become official.

Shen Wanci turned her head, watching Qin Hexi seriously talking nonsense. She silently mouthed him: "When did I ever say to you that my stepmother treated me like her own daughter?"

Although Jiang Yajue treats her well like a biological daughter, she hasn't told Qin Heyi about this. Besides, Jiang Yajue's kindness shouldn't be something he thanks for.

Qin Heyi glanced at her and said directly: "Too long, can't understand."

"...."

Realizing Jiang Yajue's gaze was upon her, Shen Wanci awkwardly covered her face.

Major social death scene!

Finally, the three of them went to the restaurant Qin Heyi had mentioned. It was really him—his enthusiasm was hard to refuse, and Jiang Yajue wasn't willing to disappoint him.

He had long legs and had spent years in the military, where everything was about speed. He was used to walking with brisk strides but, from the coffee shop to the Chinese restaurant, he restrained himself, only taking two steps ahead of Jiang Yajue and leading the way.

They chose a room by the window, which overlooked the street scene. Now it was spring, and the flowers in the green belt were all in bloom, covering the trees entirely. The petals lay on the ground in a thick layer, both beautiful and romantic.

The restaurant across the street on the second floor——

Gu Chenye raised an eyebrow and kicked the person beside him in the leg: "I think I saw your wife."

As soon as Bo Jingzhou heard those two words, his temples throbbed. Shen Wanci's hurtful words last night were still fresh in his ears, like a needle, stabbing sharply into his nerves. That woman didn't care for him, and he wasn't pathetic enough to be obsessed with her. "I don't have a wife, I'm single. Don't drag me into anything."

"Oh."

Gu Chenye replied with a sound, and began to continue talking about the business they had just discussed.

It's not like his wife is having dinner with another man, the fact that he didn't even say anything is already good enough. Are you asking him to tie the other person up?

Actually, there was no need for Gu Chen Ye's reminder. Bo Jing Zhou, just by lowering his gaze slightly from his seat, could see the three people opposite him chatting happily. As he looked over, Qin He Yi was just placing a bowl of soup in front of Shen Wan Ci. The woman bowed her head to drink it, but the man beside her said something. Her movements faltered, pulling the spoon that was about to reach her lips away slightly, and blowing on it before taking another sip.

Bo Jingzhou's eyes were deep and unreadable, his thin lips pressed into a tight line.

Gu Chenye spoke at length, waited for a while, but the people around him didn't say a word, just stared at the opposite side like a husband-seeking stone. He got a little angry, "Serves you right that Shen Wanci left you."

I don't know if it was his words that stimulated him, but Bo Jingzhou suddenly stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Gu Chenye: "What are you doing?"

"I don't feel like eating with you, I'm not hungry anymore."

"……”

After leaving the building, Bo Jingzhou walked straight to the restaurant across the street where Shen Wanci was located. As he reached the door of the private room, he overheard Qin Heyi say: "Auntie, you are Wanci's godmother, which makes you my godmother too. In the future, Wanci and I will be filial to you together and guarantee that you..."

Before he could finish his words, the room door was flung open with force.

The three people inside turned their heads at the same time, looking at Bo Jingzhou who stood at the door with a frosty expression.

Now Jiang Yajiu views Qin Heyi as if he were someone else's son. She looks at her own son like those dull pigs in the pen, finding him irritating and too lazy to even bother with him.

Shen Wanci was still brooding over last night's events and didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Only Qin He Yi, with a face thicker than city walls, raised an eyebrow and said, “General Bo, are you here to take advantage of the free meal?”

Bo Jingzhou strode inside, pulled up the stool across from Shen Wanci and sat down, his gaze fixed on her face. Except for that first glance, this woman’s eyes had not swept over him again.

His rage surged up within him, but his expression remained unchanged. A subtle smirk played at the corner of his lips as a raspy voice echoed clearly through the room: "I came to see the woman who was left limp by my touch last night. How is she seducing another man today?"

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