Shen Wanci widened her eyes in surprise, staring at the man who confidently stated that.

Although she didn't witness the Shura field Qin Yue described with her own eyes, she could still imagine Bo Jingzhou's anger at the time. She had given Jian Weining resources, connected her with people, worked hard and tirelessly, always available when called upon. As a result, the goddess acted aloof and arrogant in front of her, getting angry and even giving her the cold shoulder. Then, she immediately went to cater to an older man who was inferior to her in every way except age, all in public view.

Given Bo Jingzhou's temperament, not disabling the person on the spot was already a great show of face to Jian Weining.

"Calm down, don't make a decision you'll regret out of impulsiveness," In view of Bo Jingzhou taking the initiative to vent for her, Shen Wanci didn't sarcastically retort him but earnestly advised: "If you want life to be bearable, you have to wear a green hat. Just pretend you don't know anything."

What self-respect does a simp need? The fact that a goddess even pays attention to him is something he should be begging the gods for.

Bo Jingzhou was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted to the meaning behind her words. He frowned, displeasure evident in his voice: "When I'm talking about remarriage, why are you bringing up irrelevant people?"

Look, sure enough, he was furious. My sweetheart became insignificant in an instant.

Shen Wanci sneered: “No, get lost.”

She finally left him, but how could she be so irrational? What was going on in her head to even consider remarrying Bo Jingzhou!

He and Jian Weining, this pair of fated lovers who have been searching for five hundred years, should quickly lock themselves up and stop bothering others, especially don't go teasing her!

But she didn't say these words out loud. Who knows if Bo Jingzhou, this person who can't stand being provoked, would get angry and take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau on the spot!

Shen Wanci was still thinking about Nie Yucheng's proposed modifications. She didn't put any effort into comforting anyone, it was obvious and perfunctory, she even failed to notice that Bo Jingzhou's face had turned cold like ice. "Ms. Jian has always been proud and aloof, and her scandals were all over the place recently. It's normal for you to be angry with her since you didn't help her."

The neighborhood auntie, possessed by the spirit of her community committee role, tried to persuade them to stay together. "It won't hurt to touch, you know. You're a man, be magnanimous."

Bo Jingzhou's yin and yang tone was laced with mockery: "You are indeed generous, always thinking about how to push your husband into the arms of other women."

"I'm doing this for your own good. You like her so much..."

The man impatiently cut her off: "Who told you I like her?"

"Don't you like her?"

Because of her surprise, Shen Wanci finally raised her eyes to look at him.

Bo Jingzhou nodded his noble and cold head, "I don't like it."

"Tsk," Shen Wanci said disdainfully, "You're such a scumbag."

The man was so angry by her words that his lungs hurt, "Shen Wanci, are all women like you? Don't you think it's unreasonable? When I liked Jian Weining, you were making a fuss about getting a divorce from me. You called me scum and bastard over and over again. Even though I told you I didn't like her, you still called me scum. In your heart, I'm just a scoundrel, right? It doesn't matter whether I like Jian Weining or not?"

It's impossible to communicate such profound issues with someone like Bo Jinchou, a man who is utterly straightforward. Turning a straight man into a "warm" man is best left to his future wife; she's the one who should handle that kind of labor-intensive task. After all, she wouldn't want to be stuck doing all the work while others reap the benefits.

It's not like I'm idle.

Bo Jingzhou waited for a while, but Shen Wanci didn't come to explain to him. He turned his head and found that she was actually sending messages to Nie Yu Cheng.

He had good eyesight and at a glance, he could make out the general content. It was all related to crossing the city, but even so, his patience was dwindling at a visible rate.

The steering wheel creaked in his grip, "When are we getting remarried?"

"No," Shen Wanci said without raising her head, not even a superfluous word.

"From now on, I won't throw away the dishes you order."

“...”

The man fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "I will also fulfill my marital obligations."

As he said this, his palm brushed against the steering wheel.

Shen Wanci almost choked on her breath. Looking at his reluctant expression, it was as if sleeping with her was a most unbearable thing. "Thank you very much," she said sarcastically.

"It's nothing, it's what a husband should do."

Even when he retorted, Shen Wanci didn't bother to waste energy coming up with a retort.

After that, she kept chatting with Nie Yucheng about the specific modifications to the design plan and didn't pay attention to Bo Jingzhou anymore. However, she heard him answer a phone call. She didn't know the specifics because he just hummed and hawed throughout it. But in the latter half, his mood noticeably improved a lot.

Upon reaching the apartment building, Bo Jingzhou disregarded Shen Wanci's refusal and insisted on escorting her upstairs.

Standing outside the door, he could see everything inside at a glance. It was all decorated in a style he disliked. Even a second look was painful for his eyes. “Just don’t bring any of this junk when we move out later.”

"Huh?" Shen Wanci didn't understand, but it didn't stop her from snapping back, "What does it have to do with you?"

Bo Jingzhou moved his lips, wanting to say something but swallowed it back.

Nevermind, I'll just wait until after we remarry and she moves back in. Then I can get rid of all this stuff.

……

Back at Yu Ting's courtyard, the servants hadn't gone to sleep yet and rushed up to greet him, offering him slippers.

The housemaid didn't originally live in, but Jiang Yajue said she was alone and lonely like a ghost. What if something happened to her one night? By the time it was discovered, it would be too late.

While changing his shoes, Bo Jingzhou said, "Tomorrow, you'd better wash and iron all the young mistress's clothes."

The maid's face lit up, "Is the young mistress moving back?"

"Mm."

"Okay, then I'll get the clothes ready tomorrow morning and make a table of dishes that Mistress likes."

Bao Jingzhou's movements on the stairs came to a halt: "She likes this? What does she like to eat?"

He had investigated Shen Wanci, and the information he got was that she wasn't picky about food and ate anything. But last time Nie Yucheng said she didn't eat hairy crabs.

Bo Jingzhou didn't know that when he asked people to investigate, Shen Wanci had no voice in the Shen family at all. Whether she could eat enough was a problem. Where was the qualification to be picky? Basically, whatever the maid cooked was what they ate. The maid cooked what Shen Xuan and her mother loved to eat. It was only after she married Bo Jingzhou that she gradually showed some of her own preferences.

The maid didn't notice his ashen complexion and replied, "Madam doesn't have a picky appetite, but there are a few dishes she particularly loves."

She recited a few dish names, and Bao Jingzhou gave an affirmative hum, "From now on, the menu at home will be based on this."

Back in the master bedroom, he sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and languidly leaning against the backrest.

His gaze fell on a glass ornament on the bedside table. It was bought by Shen Wanci, who had moved out for a long time. However, everything that belonged to her in the master bedroom was still in place, even a bottle of perfume she hadn't taken away was still well-kept in the dresser drawer.

Bo Jingzhou dialed Gu Chenye's phone.

Gu Cenye had just been kicked off the bed by Yan Ji, along with the blanket, and was now sitting in the study smoking, his mood extremely agitated. He picked up the phone and asked irritably, "What's the matter?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't mind his bad tone at all. "I'm letting you know, I'm getting remarried."

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