CHAPTER 902: CHAPTER 720: LIKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST GLANCE 61_3

In the future, Bo Qin might become a joke within the circle.

But Lin Ye is uncertain; does the Pei Family think they understand Bo Qin well enough?

Or do they believe that even if Bo Qin falls into their trap, he will follow their script?

That’s not certain.

If it were him, and he was caught in bed with someone, he’d first be concerned about whether Zhao Linlin would abandon him.

Only then would he consider how much his own interests would be damaged. Of course, the first concern would be enough to make him angry and furious. Does Old Pei really think that just a little acquaintance with Bo Qin is enough to latch onto the Bo Family?

Over the years, many have tried to attach themselves to the Bo Family, but how many have succeeded?

None at all.

Moreover, in Fengcheng, it’s somewhat difficult to grasp the pulse of the capital’s commerce as a mere opportunity.

Lin Ye mocked the Pei Family’s delusions and also wondered, this time, what Bo Qin intended to do?

He couldn’t be reached by phone; could something serious have happened?

Deep inside, he feels it’s impossible.

...

Meanwhile, Jian Dan wasn’t wrong; those two women’s words didn’t have any problems—Bo Qin indeed encountered some difficulties.

After arriving in Fengcheng, he visited Old Pei of the Pei Family, who spoke some heartfelt words to him and later brought up the topic, asking if he hadn’t married all these years, maybe he should introduce someone.

Bo Qin knew these words couldn’t be replied to carelessly, or endless troubles would await him.

Or new problems would keep arising. Bo Qin dared not guess what kind of intentions Old Pei’s granddaughter had toward him, but if he did guess, he would surely figure it out.

He understood Old Pei’s intentions.

So Xiaoxiao, he said to Old Pei, "I have someone I admire; I’ll take your kind intention in mind, Elder Pei."

Old Pei obviously took Bo Qin’s words merely as an excuse; he didn’t believe it at all. Actually, he thought that having said it, Bo Qin, considering his reputation, should at least associate with his granddaughter before deciding whether it’s suitable.

To his surprise, Bo Qin refused outright.

Before, his granddaughter came to him and he didn’t intend to cooperate, thinking it was not virtuous. But he didn’t expect Bo Qin to be so unyielding and not even give him this bit of face.

Bo Qin never expected the old man he barely respected, after years of absence, would change so drastically. Perhaps because the Pei Family was declining, he also wanted to find a new way, hence agreeing to his granddaughter’s plan.

Bo Qin was trapped in the Pei Family’s study; the incense in the study had a sedative effect, which was why Bo Qin was careless and didn’t return Jian Dan’s messages, leading to no news.

When he woke up, he was already in a hotel room, hearing someone shower in the bathroom; deep down, he reflected a few shades of revulsion.

Practically you’d call it profound abhorrence.

The water stopped, and he saw a graceful female figure emerge; he averted his eyes, and the crease between his eyebrows could crush a fly.

"Miss Pei, please behave yourself."

He was limp and powerless, his thoughts even a bit fuzzy. If he couldn’t figure out what he’s been through, he’s lived in vain for these years.

It was unexpected for him to fall for a trap in the Pei Family, the only person he hadn’t guarded against dealt him a fatal blow.

Bo Qin’s face turned rather frighteningly grim.

Pei Rong giggled with laughter, the sound intriguing; she opened the wardrobe, pulled out a robe to drape over her shoulder, and with a gentle smile, stepped towards Bo Qin, stretching out fingernails painted Cardamom Red, almost touching Bo Qin’s face the next second.

Bo Qin dodged, his unseen visage tightly tense, "Don’t touch me."

He half slumped on the sofa; although his strength was slowly returning, recovering to normalcy would take time.

Yet in the corner of the room, the same incense from the Pei Family’s study was burning.

Bo Qin looked at Pei Rong, "Miss Pei is a smart person; why don’t we discuss the terms? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Pei Rong sat beside him, crossing her legs, the arch of her brows alluring, "Consequences, let me think... probably becoming the Bo Family’s Young Madam, isn’t that right, Bo Qin?

After all these years, you hardly had any women near you. Once the Bo Family knows you slept with me, they would most likely agree for us to marry, wouldn’t they?"