Bo Jingzhou hung up the phone, didn't look at Shen Wanci again, and strode into the car.

Shen Wanci lagged behind, and the man impatiently spoke: "What, are you going to open the door and invite me up?"

Although the tone was harsh, there wasn't much anger in it, more like someone venting their frustration after being wronged.

Shen Wanci slapped her forehead with a loud 'pop', instantly turning the skin red from the force. The sound alone spoke volumes about how hard she'd hit herself.

It seems the cold weather has frozen her emotional perception. She actually thinks that Bo Jingzhou feels wronged, which is even less believable than believing in ghosts.

She pulled open the car door and slid inside. As her gaze swept to the center console between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, she couldn't help but reach up and rub her aching neck.

Such an uncomfortable pose, did she lean over like that herself?

Bao Jingzhou noticed her eyes: "If I had known you were so ungrateful, I shouldn't have lent you my shoulder."

"...Shen Wanci was silent for a few seconds, "So, you were the one who pressed my head onto your shoulder?"

"He stared ahead, saying flatly, "It's pitiful to see your face pressed against that cold glass."

Shall I lend you my shoulder? Then you can try whether it's more pitiful to lean against the glass or to lean against my shoulder through the center console.

Shen Wanci instinctively wanted to retort, but she thought better of it. "Mr. Bo, if you have time, I suggest you find a few women to date. Do you know why women are willing to throw themselves into the fire even though they know he's a sea king?"

Bo Jingzhou's anger, which had been simmering in his heart, surged wildly, threatening to explode. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension. His voice was low, barely a whisper, and carried no discernible emotion: "Even if I were with Jian Weining, you wouldn't mind."

Shen Wanci opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Bo Jingzhou let out a cold laugh: "Of course you don't care. If you did, you wouldn't have just assumed I was her boyfriend without even asking."

"What?" She doubted if she and Bo Jingzhou were actually in the same space, perhaps they were in two parallel worlds. Otherwise, how could she say something he had no recollection of, "I put you down as Jian Weining's boyfriend?"

She and Jian Wuning didn't get along when they were studying. She wouldn't even give her a boyfriend, she's insane!

Shen Wanci didn't remember, Bo Jingzhou wasn't surprised at all.

She remembered only Nie Yucheng, nothing else. She was like a fool.

Bo Jingzhou: “Think for yourself.”

"...."

The car stopped at Shen Wanci's apartment door.

Most of the apartments in this building, where cooking is prohibited, are inhabited by single young people. During the Chinese New Year, they all go home, leaving only a few scattered windows still lit. The usual hustle and bustle has disappeared, and the shadows of the ornamental trees cast upon the deserted road are menacing and imposing, evoking a sense of fear.

Shen Wanci got out of the car. Behind her, the safety belt buckle clicked open with a 'click' sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

She paused, retracted her steps, and turned to the man in the car, "Bo Jingzhou, let's just stop here."

His hand was still resting on the safety belt, staring at her coldly across the gusty wind.

He knew her words meant more than just refusing his offer to take her in.

Shen Wanci turned around and strode into the residential area.

Bo Jingzhou closed his eyes and said to the security guard beside him, "Take her upstairs."

Back home, Shen Wanci hurried to the bathroom and took a steaming hot bath. After coming out, the air conditioner in her room had been turned up, and she took a big gulp of warm red date honey water. Only then did she feel her brain, which had been numb from the cold, clear up.

From now on, if anyone dares to call her "Big Winter" and tell her to go up the mountain to watch fireworks, she will definitely blow his head off with those fireworks.

Shen Wanci dialed Qin Yuezhi's phone, the other party answered directly: "Mom, it's Wanci's call, I'm going back to my room first..."

Then came hurried footsteps ascending the stairs, and only after a door slammed shut did Qin Yuezhi's voice return: "Wǎncí ah, you are truly my savior! You don't know, I was there as a companion for an entire afternoon, all with unfamiliar relatives. I couldn't even tell who to call what."

After she finished complaining, Shen Wanci said, "I have a question for you. Do you remember when Bo Jingzhou and Jian Weining started dating in college?"

"What are those two lovebirds up to? This morning's hot search…didn't Bo Jingzhou bother you again?" Although she said that, she still asked, "When did they start dating? Freshman year? Sophomore year? Junior year?"

Shen Wanci：“……”

Qin Yuezhi: “I remember, not long after the start of their junior year, they started dating. Before that, you and Jian Weining had some awkward moments because of the school anniversary program. Your supporters online were constantly fighting each other, almost wanting to tear the other person apart. Bo Jingzhou even came to find you about this.”

"What did he want with me?" Shen Wanci had absolutely no recollection of this. She couldn't remember it at all.

“I’m asking you how you ended up fighting with Jian Weining,” she couldn't remember the specifics, after all, who would remember the words of an insignificant person after so many years, “Was it because you were standing up for your girlfriend? Back then, Jian Weining was like a green fly buzzing around him. When he came to find you, you said if he wanted to target you because of Jian Weining, then go ahead. You even said he was blind for choosing someone like that as his girlfriend, calling her a lotus flower demon, and wished them a long and happy life.”

"Hehehe," Shen Wanci chuckled dryly, "Actually, you don't have to remember it so clearly."

Even her insults calling Jian Wei Ning a lotus fairy, she remembers them so vividly.

Qin Yuezhi: “How did you start reminiscing about the past? Isn't it because you regret divorcing Bo Jingzhou? Are you looking for clues of his kindness towards you, trying to give yourself a reason to go back?”

“...”

A random brainwave can spark a grand drama. Not becoming a scriptwriter for melodramatic soap operas would be a waste of talent.

"Baby, don't make me drill a hole in your head and drain out the water inside."

Shen Wanci: “No, I was just suddenly curious and wanted to ask.”

"What's so interesting about a love story between scoundrels? If you're really curious, just ask my unfortunate brother. I'm almost moved to tears by his Wang Baochuan-like devotion."

Shen Wanci hung up the phone directly, refusing to watch Qin Yuezhi's exaggerated performance.