Chapter 322 - 323 Thinking of a Good Reason - Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go - NovelsTime

Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go

Chapter 322 - 323 Thinking of a Good Reason

Author: Fish sauce 2000
updatedAt: 2025-09-12

CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 323 THINKING OF A GOOD REASON

Bo Sishen returned to the Bao Family Manor at the fastest speed possible. Tan Mu was waiting at the door, and upon seeing him, hurried forward, "Sir, quickly get dressed in the bedroom. The Young Madam is now enjoying the flowers in the back garden."

Bo Sishen’s deep eyes were dark as he strode upstairs swiftly.

If Mu Shini were to see him walking at this moment, she would probably be quite shocked.

As Bo Sishen entered the bedroom, he happened to see Bao Tinghao standing at the door.

"Second Uncle, seeing you in such a hurry, aren’t you worried about making a mistake?" Bao Tinghao asked, "I’m really curious, what identity is Second Uncle using to meet Nian Nian now?"

"Tinghao, Second Uncle only hopes you can realize the truth soon."

Bo Sishen glanced deeply at Bao Tinghao, his large hand gripping the door handle as he pushed the door open and went in.

Ten minutes later, Bo Sishen came back out.

Bo Sishen’s appearance left Bao Tinghao in complete shock!

The tall and straight Bo Sishen was now sitting in a wheelchair, cloaked in a hideously disfigured mask, looking so horrifying.

Even Bao Tinghao, as another man, was frightened by this sight.

"Tinghao, when Second Uncle meets Nian Nian, I hope you won’t come out to cause trouble unless you’ve already figured out how to explain your presence in the Bao Family to Nian Nian."

After coming out, Bo Sishen sat upright in the wheelchair, speaking in a low voice.

What shocked Bao Tinghao even more was Bo Sishen’s voice; it was so raspy and heavy, as if his vocal cords had been burned, completely different from the voice he had just spoken with.

"Second Uncle..."

Bao Tinghao watched Bo Sishen’s lonely figure, softly calling out.

Second Uncle did this all for him, so much.

If the lie was uncovered, the most painful would be Second Uncle.

But there was no turning back now.

The game had reached halfway, and there was no reason to quit now; withdrawing at this moment would only make things more awkward.

Bao Tinghao’s eyes darkened slightly as he turned into another room, walked to the window, and looked at the girl amidst the sea of flowers through the glass.

She was picking flowers.

Bao Tinghao couldn’t help but take out his phone, secretly capturing the scene before him.

She looked so beautiful, pure, like a little elf who had wandered into the human world.

...

As Mu Shini held the flowers she had picked and was about to return to the house, the servant at the door said to her, "Young Madam, don’t you want to look at the flowers a little longer?"

"I don’t have time now; I need to return to school soon, so I can’t stay here for long," Mu Shini replied with a radiant smile.

The moment the servant was about to find an excuse to keep Mu Shini in the back garden, Tan Mu came over, signaled the servant to step back.

"Young Madam, Sir woke up, knowing you came, insisted on coming downstairs to see you," Tan Mu said to Mu Shini.

Mu Shini held the flowers and followed Tan Mu into the living room. From afar, she indeed saw Bo Sishen sitting in the wheelchair.

But this man, why was he so neatly dressed even at home, in a suit and leather shoes.

There is a type of man who, even with messy hair and dirty clothes, always exudes elegance; his grace derives from his nobility and demeanor.

Even his simple attire and ordinary moments become pleasing to the eye, seeming very elegant.

Even though Bo Sishen was disfigured and paralyzed in the wheelchair, his bearing and temperament could not be suppressed.

"Husband, how have you been lately?" Mu Shini walked over with the flowers, placed them on the coffee table, and looked earnestly at Bo Sishen.

Bo Sishen met Mu Shini’s concerned eyes, in her clear and beautiful gaze, he saw tenderness.

Precisely because of this, his heart suddenly surged with a sense of discomfort and guilt.

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