Shen Wanci had done it on purpose. When it came to stealing a man, no means were off-limits.
Bo Jingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed up and down once, the hand gripping his phone tightening, the knuckles of his fingers jutting out.
The voice on the other end came again: "President Bo, if Weining's legs are ruined, her whole dancing career is finished. Back then, in order to become an internationally renowned dancer sooner, and so that you wouldn't be gossiped about because of her background, she endured so much hardship in secret. Now she's riddled with injuries and has to go for physical therapy every week."
Bo Jingzhou pressed his lips together and got off the bed. "You keep an eye on her for now."
He was leaving, and Shen Wanci didn't try to stop him. She knew he couldn't be held back, so why bring humiliation on herself.
It wasn't as if she wanted to win Bo Jingzhou back—it was just that…… being able to disgust Jian Weining a little could count as a kind of revenge.
Bo Jingzhou changed his clothes and walked out the door, never saying a single word to Shen Wanci, his wife, from start to finish.
Downstairs, everyone was asleep; only the emergency lights were still on.
He walked to the entryway to change his shoes when, with a 'click,' the huge crystal chandelier directly above the living room abruptly blazed to life—
Jiang Yazhu stood in the kitchen doorway, the remote that controlled the lights in her hand. "It's this late—where are you going?"
Bo Jingzhou frowned. "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I'm asking you—where are you going, leaving Wanci behind in the middle of the night?"
Bo Jingzhou pressed his lips together, and after a long pause said, with an unchanged expression: "I lost control for a moment just now and hurt her. I'm going to buy her some medicine."
It was put obliquely, but Jiang Yazhu understood at once—after all, that bowl of Shiquan Dabu tonic soup was prescribed by a renowned doctor she'd sought out, and its effect was surely excellent.
Her icy face instantly broke into a smile, though her words still chided him: "Are you some green boy? Don't you know to be gentler? Hurry and go buy it—actually, take Wanci with you, and if it's bad take her to the hospital. It'd be a real problem if it got inflamed."
Bo Jingzhou: ……
In the end, under Jiang Yazhu's eager gaze, he called Shen Wanci and told her to change her clothes and come downstairs at once.
Hearing that something was off in his tone, Shen Wanci thought something must have happened, and hurriedly threw on her clothes and ran down.
What she didn't want to see was Bo Jingzhou and Jiang Yazhu standing face to face.
The man's low voice was unusually indifferent: "You're not feeling well. Come buy medicine with me."
Shen Wanci: Since when was she not feeling well?
She glanced at Jiang Yazhu again and understood—so he'd been caught and was using her as a shield!
Without any restraint, she rolled her eyes at Bo Jingzhou. Truly a dog, this one!
Jiang Yazhu hadn't noticed the surging undercurrents between the two of them at all; her heart was now full of joy. Noticing the tight jeans Shen Wanci was wearing, she quickly said: "Go back and change into a looser pair of pants. Wearing them this tight isn't good for the wound to heal. It's hot out now, and keeping it covered up makes infection easy."
"Mom, what are you…… talking about……"
What was she talking about?
Wait—she wanted to know where exactly she was supposedly not feeling well.
But Bo Jingzhou reached out and pulled her over. Shen Wanci lost her footing and stumbled straight into his embrace, the man wrapping an arm around her waist. "We'll head off now. Get some rest soon."
Jiang Yazhu glared at him. "Wanci's already hurt—how can you still be so rough? If the family doctor were a woman, I'd have called him over to take a look ages ago. Would we even need you then?"
"Mm." Bo Jingzhou answered very casually, while Shen Wanci was out of it the entire time, and even forgot to resist as he led her out with an arm around her waist.
"Wait," Jiang Yazhu remembered something important and hurried off to the kitchen, returning with a bundle of medicinal herbs in her hand. "If it works well, take it home with you. When there's nothing else going on, have the servants stew it into soup—a bowl every night."
Bo Jingzhou's lips pressed into a line. "Keep it for Dad to drink."
Jiang Yazhu was very blunt: "Your dad doesn't need to drink this."
Shen Wanci: "……"
Was that because he was so impressive without it, or because drinking it couldn't save him either?
Was this something a junior like her was supposed to be hearing?
Seeing that Bo Jingzhou wouldn't take it, Jiang Yazhu shoved the medicine packet straight into Shen Wanci's hands. "Off you go now. Don't just buy medicine—go to the hospital and get it checked, quick."
All the way out of the Bo family villa, it wasn't until she was seated in the car that Shen Wanci got a chance to speak. "What on earth did you tell Mom?"
Bo Jingzhou had no wish to continue on this topic.
He glanced at the medicine still cradled in her arms, his brow arching, his tone cold and thin with a mockery etched to the bone: "What? You really planning to take it home and stew me a bowl every night?"
Shen Wanci froze for a moment, then flung the medicine into the back seat like tossing out garbage, not forgetting to twist the knife: "That's why they say a mother knows her son best—she knows you can't get it up, and even prepared the medicine for you."
"Can't get it up?" Bo Jingzhou drove with one hand, savoring those words with relish. He shot Shen Wanci another glance. "Then that first time, who was it that I left needing stitches at the hospital, laid up for days?"
Shen Wanci looked at him, and a flicker of pity crossed her eyes instead. "Has it never once occurred to you that maybe I needed stitches not because of how impressive you are, but because your technique is lousy? Have you ever seen any woman who had to go to the hospital for stitches after her first time? Such a one-of-a-kind case—how is it you never thought to do a little self-reflection?"
Bo Jingzhou narrowed his eyes, the displeasure and gloom on his face thickening until they almost oozed out. He slammed down on the brakes—