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 Yuan’s exquisite and fair countenance, a surge of anger welled up within him. Perhaps it stemmed from his foreign upbringing and the infrequent encounters he’d 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!

“Master Bo, Miss Fang Yuan has just entered the hotel. Shall we proceed inside?” Mu Qing observed with a hint of helplessness as Fang Yuan graciously escorted Sun Bingsong through the hotel’s grand entrance. A pungent odor permeated the interior of the car, making Mu Qing’s discomfort evident.

“How about this: give Miss Fang Yuan a call and inquire about her whereabouts?” Bo Yi paid no heed to him, clearly disdainful of his suggestions. However, as time passed, Bo Yi’s patience wore thin, prompting him to dial Fang Yuan’s number directly. Barely five minutes had elapsed since Mu Qing had offered his suggestion.

“Yuanyuan,” Bo Yi addressed her, unwittingly conveying a sense of grievance in his tone. It came across as quite pitiable.

“Is there something you need?” Fang Yuan had just exited her room, holding a gift in her hands.

“Can we chat for a moment?” Bo Yi longed to hear her voice at that moment. “What did you have for lunch?”

“A homemade meal,” Fang Yuan replied nonchalantly as she stepped into the elevator, her phone signal still strong for the time being.

“How did it taste?” Bo Yi recollected that Fang Yuan had been sipping soup throughout her meal. It must have been delicious.

“It was decent,” Fang Yuan responded with indifference.

Bo Yi: “Could you let me try it next time?”

Fang Yuan sensed that he was searching for a topic of conversation. “Did you call me for a particular reason?”

Bo Yi: “Where are you?” Those words seemed simple enough, yet when Bo Yi uttered them, they carried an undertone of longing.

“Didn’t you know?” 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. “You’ve been following me from the company to the hotel?”

“Did you already know?” Upon realizing that she had seen through his ruse, Bo Yi swiftly ushered her into the car and embraced her tightly. “I just happened to spot you as I passed by your company.”

Fang Yuan:”…” Do you really expect me to believe that?

“Why didn’t you try to find me?” Bo Yi’s deep, obsidian eyes remained fixed on her.

“How? Should I have halted the car and interrogated you about why you were following me?” 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.

“Bo Yi, you’re pushing it!” Fang Yuan’s eyes displayed a rare hint of anger. Just yesterday, they were holding hands, and now he had the audacity to hold her like this!

“But 1 genuinely want to hold you. What should 1 do?” Bo Yi gazed at her with affection and earnestness. Before she could respond, he tightened his embrace. “Just for a little while…”

Fang Yuan:”….”

“Who is he?” Bo Yi nuzzled his chin against her shoulder, his words oozing with jealousy.

Mu Qing, seated in the driver’s seat, couldn’t help but shiver. He never expected Master Bo to have this side to him. He was truly remarkable when he acted spoiled!

Fang Yuan’s heart softened, and she allowed him to hold her. “An older gentleman.”

Bo Yi: “Are you close to him?”

Fang Yuan: “What do you think?”

Bo Yi pressed on, “You didn’t even bring me food last night.”

“You’re implying that you’re so elderly that you can’t even handle chopsticks anymore?” Fang Yuan was a tad exasperated. She couldn’t believe he was actually jealous of an older man!

“Then can you feed me next time?” Bo Yi seized the opportunity to make a request.

“…” Fang Yuan hadn’t anticipated this man to possess such a childlike side. “Could you please release me?”

Bo Yi responded, “I’ll let go if you agree.”

Fang Yuan acquiesced, saying, “Fine.”

Upon hearing her consent, Bo Yi released her hand but instead held it in his own.

Fang Yuan:”….”

Inside the Mercedes-Benz parked outside the hotel.

Fang Jiayi and Lu Chen’s 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?

“I never expected my sister to lack any self-respect…” 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 hadn’t she given him a chance? At least he was young and healthy!

Mu Qing parked the car in front of Fang Yuan’s 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.

“I’ll be late for work!” It was her first day on the job, and she couldn’t afford to make a bad impression on her colleagues.

However, Bo Yi was adamant about not releasing her hand. “1’11 pick you up after work.”

Fang Yuan retorted, “I have my own car.”

Bo Yi countered, “Do you want Mu Qing to drive it home for you?”

“You don’t need to go to such lengths!” Fang Yuan attempted to pull her hand away, but Bo Yi’s grip tightened.

“I’ll be your ride to and from work from now on.”

Fang Yuan: “No need!”

Bo Yi: “We can use your car.”

Fang Yuan.”….”

Bo Yi: “There have been thunderstorms lately. It’s not safe for you to drive by yourself.”

Fang Yuan: “1 really don’t need it!”

Bo Yi: “Then should I go up and sit?”

“…” Fang Yuan looked at him helplessly. “I’m going to work..”

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