"Wanci," said Mrs. Chen. Shen Wanci, who had been lost in thought, was startled by her sudden voice. "Are you feeling unwell? You don't look well."

Shen Wanci's skin was fair. Even without makeup, she didn't look pale at all.

Mrs. Chen probably just saw her alone at the back and intentionally picked a topic to chat about.

One by one, people drew closer. When they heard her words, they all fell silent.

Shen Wanci raised her head and met a pair of oily mung bean eyes. It was Mr. Chen. Seeing her look at him, the man curled his lips and gave her a meaningful smile before returning to the honest and simple appearance he had when they first met.

Her face changed too quickly; no one else saw it but her.

Bo Jingzhou frowned: "Are you feeling unwell?"

When he opened the door that morning, his anger was palpable. He looked quite spirited.

Shen Wanci didn't like being watched. She shook her head: "No, I'm homesick. I didn't sleep well."

The look in Bo Jingzhou's eyes as it fell on her carried a particularly disdainful flavor. He reached out and stopped a sightseeing car, common throughout the manor, and spoke in a cold tone: "It's almost time, let's take the car there."

Shen Wanci glanced at the reception room of the stadium, only a few hundred meters away: "No need, I haven't..."

Before she could finish her words, Bo Jingzhou had already walked in front of her. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the sightseeing car. "Getting familiar with your new bed? You moved out of Yuting Garden quite happily back then. Didn't say you had this bad habit, did you?"

The voice dripped with undisguised sarcasm, clearly seeing through her lie.

Shen Wanci returned him a smile as beautiful as a flower: "Even if you like socks very much, they have to be thrown away after wearing them for a long time. You can't keep them forever just because you like them, that would make you sick."

Bo Jingzhou narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and heavy: "Are you insinuating something about me?"

Silence stretched between the two. After a few seconds, Shen Wanci replied with something completely unrelated: "I suddenly realized that you actually have some good qualities."

Not only is he self-aware, but he's also very good at understanding the full meaning and can apply what he learns. He's definitely a top student.

Bo Jingzhou:

Here, the two were engaged in a verbal battle, while Mrs. Chen had already gotten on the sightseeing bus. Seeing Bo Jingzhou escorting Shen Wanci up, she couldn't help but say with envy: "Wanci, you and Mr. Bo have such a great relationship."

Meanwhile, Chen, standing beside him, flickered his eyes.

Shen Wanci could only awkwardly laugh twice, completely unsure how to respond. After all, at this moment, she and Bo Jingzhou were still holding hands, a posture that would undoubtedly appear to be a model couple in the eyes of others.

At the golf course, she immediately put on her sunglasses and lay back in a chair with her eyes closed for a nap. She had been pulling all-nighters frequently these past few months, her biological clock was disrupted, making it difficult to fall asleep. Coupled with her habit of needing to sleep in familiar surroundings, she tossed and turned until three in the morning last night.

"Miss Shen," it was Chen's voice, deliberately lowered to sound greasy: "You and Mr. Bo aren't really married, are you? How much does he pay you to be with him? I'll give you double."

Shen Wanci tilted her head and realized that Bo Jingzhou and Mrs. Chen were no longer in their seats. She took off her sunglasses, her lips slightly parted, and reported a number to him: "300 million."

She and Derek Chau had always been in a secret marriage. Although they were publicly acknowledged at Jiang Yajue's birthday party a few days ago, there were no reporters present at the time, so only the guests at the event knew her identity.

Mr. Chen is in City Z, which is normal.

Chen first had his heart swayed by Shen Wanci's beauty, but then he was struck in the face with the phrase '300 million', his fleshy features contorting. "300 million? Are you dreaming still after not sleeping this morning? Even the most beautiful dancer I support isn't worth that much. You think your body can compare to someone who has been dancing since they were young?"

Unless someone has a hole in their head, who would spend three hundred million to wrap up a woman? He didn't even give that amount when he married his wife.

"The most beautiful dancer?" Shen Wanci looked at him in slight surprise, "Jian Weining?"

She is known by the media and the public as "the most beautiful dancer," and that title belongs to only one person: Jane Ning.

Mr. Chen arrogantly raised his chin, as if showing off to her: "It's her, who else could be called the most beautiful dancer?"

"Hmm," Shen Wanci scoffed, sarcastically, "You're really something else."

Having said that, he turned his head and ignored him.

If Chen Zong heard that he was sponsoring Jian Weining, he wouldn't die but would definitely lose his skin. However, she didn't have the heart to remind him, and he better go show off in front of Bo Jingzhou.

Dogs bite dogs, a mouthful of fur!

Shen Wanci initially thought the court was too noisy, but later on, she couldn't hold it in any longer and fell asleep.

In her sleep, someone pushed her and she could faintly hear that person calling her name.

Wanwan?

Shen Wanci blinked her eyes open, dazed. She was met with the man's flawless and handsome face, catching her completely off guard.

She jumped, her thoughts instantly returning, almost springing up from the stool.

Bo Jingzhou's face was as heavy as water, his eyes narrowed with a layer of anger. Seeing her sit up, he straightened his body again: "You're awake, get up and leave. Are you a pig? You can sleep anywhere, and you don't even fear being dragged out and slaughtered."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and ignored Shen Wanci. He turned around and walked away.

Shen Wanci: "..."

She closed her eyes, rubbed her face with her hands, and slowly got up from the chair.

Well, it was just a dream after all. Only a bastard like Bo Jingzhou would call her Wanwan?

When she relaxed and went out, Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen were already dressed and waiting outside. They had lunch nearby at noon, and in the afternoon, the group strolled around. The resort was vast with beautiful scenery. As everyone was usually busy, they treated this as a vacation since they rarely had free time.

Dinner was at the restaurant. It wasn't until this time that Shen Wanci realized the contract had already been signed. Thinking she could leave at the latest tomorrow, she felt joy and drank a few glasses with Mrs. Chen too much.

It's fruit wine, the sweet taste isn't overpowering, I didn't expect it to have a pretty big aftertaste.

Mrs. Chen affectionately held Shen Wanci's hand: "Wanci, I feel very connected to you. It's just that we didn't have much time this time and couldn't chat properly. When are you and Mr. Bo going to Z city? I will definitely play the role of a good host and take you around Z city."

Shen Wanci naturally agreed readily, but she knew she wouldn't go. Let alone the fact that she and Mrs. Chen weren't really that close, even if they were, she didn't want to get involved with Bo Jingzhou again.

After dinner, Mr. Chen said they were going to continue the party at the upstairs clubhouse. Shen Wanci pretended to be drunk and said she needed to rest in her room early, letting them have fun.

"The elevators for the club and hotel are separate. Shen Wanci apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry. I don't have a very good tolerance for alcohol. I ruined Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen's fun. This club's service is renowned in Kyoto, it's definitely worth a visit."

Bo Jingzhou glanced at her with a cold expression.

Shen Wanci ignored him. He had been wearing a stoic expression all night, as if someone owed him money.

She frowned, looking a bit uncomfortable: "Since Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen are having fun, I'll go back to my room first."

As soon as he turned around, Bo Jingzhou hugged her waist and pulled her back into his arms, "I won't be going to the club. My wife isn't feeling well, I'll send her back to rest first."

He turned his head to look at Chen Xu, who had been invisible for the past two days, and instructed, “Please treat Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen well.”

After everyone left, the intoxication on Shen Wanci's face vanished instantly. She pushed him away and stood straight, not showing even a hint of her previous weakness.

"I'm fine, and I don't need you to stay. You should go back to your room."

"Not drunk is just right," Bo Jingzhou's face was grim as he held her and walked towards the room, "I have something to ask you."