Chapter 25: What Kind of Woman Does Mr. Bo Like

The man before her was impeccably dressed, his features refined and handsome, like a banished immortal come to life. Yet the moment he spoke, Jiang Ciyou was abruptly pulled back to reality.

“Come on, you’re not losing out either.”

Jiang Ciyou showed not the slightest embarrassment; instead, she appeared gracious and composed. In her high heels, she meandered around the room, curiously taking in the décor, only to discover that its layout was identical to that of Greenfield Villa.

Bo Jinxi rose and walked to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind. His lips brushed close to her ear, his voice tinged with ambiguity.

“Why did you come looking for me last night?”

In truth, she had regretted it yesterday. She had no wish for further entanglement, yet it was she who had sought him out and ended up spending the night.

Jiang Ciyou turned, cupping his handsome face in her hands and planting a light kiss on his lips.

“Of course, it was for the interview. See, didn’t you come to me willingly today?”

Her smile was radiant, like a rose in full bloom under the burning sun, stirring the heart.

Bo Jinxi raised an eyebrow, replying coolly, “If you don’t want to say, so be it. But since you’ve come to provoke me again, I won’t let you off so easily this time.”

No sooner had he finished than a flurry of kisses descended. Before long, Jiang Ciyou found herself pressed onto the sofa.

“Not like this, I still have an interview later. My makeup will be ruined.”

Bo Jinxi tried to rein himself in, his voice husky. “Come to Greenfield Villa tonight.”

Jiang Ciyou seemed to consider it for a moment. “Alright.”

Bo Jinxi frowned. “You agreed just as easily last time.”

Jiang Ciyou laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t stand you up this time.”

The office was connected to a large conference room. Jiang Ciyou entered directly from inside, so when the others arrived, she was already there. She nodded in greeting to the interview team, who promptly began their preparations.

Soon, everything was ready.

Xia Ling’s assistant hurried over, handing her a stack of scripts. “Sister Jiang, these are the interview questions Sister Ling prepared about Paradise Resort.”

Jiang Ciyou didn’t even glance at them. “You can keep them. I won’t be using her script.”

The assistant looked anxious. Yesterday, Xia Ling had stolen Jiang Ciyou’s credit, thinking she could take her place and had prepared a whole set of questions. The entire team had carefully crafted these questions. Jiang Ciyou was clearly refusing out of spite. And with today’s interview being live, if anything went wrong, there’d be no way to recover.

Xia Ling was in the wrong, but given the special circumstances, shouldn’t the bigger picture come first? Yet since Jiang Ciyou refused, there was nothing the assistant could do.

Once Bo Jinxi walked in, the interview began in earnest. The announcement had been made through official channels early on, so the live broadcast drew tens of thousands immediately, and the numbers soared.

“Bo Jinxi, son of the richest man, crown prince of the capital’s elite circle—only ever heard, never seen. I heard countless media outlets at home and abroad have tried to interview him, but who’d have thought his first public appearance would be on our modest Rong City TV?”

“Rong TV is really moving up; the capital’s station must be furious.”

“Who’s the interviewer? I love her look—so gorgeous and elegant.”

“She’s the flower of Rong TV! Don’t you know? The midday news anchor, Jiang Ciyou. Her hosting style is both professional and poised. I adore her—finally, my hidden gem is being noticed.”

“I heard it was this very host who played golf with the crown prince, scored a hole-in-one, and thus won the interview.”

Bo Jinxi strode into the studio, and the camera instantly cut to his face. For a moment, the live chat went dead silent—then exploded.

“Who is this handsome man? Secretary Zhang, you have one minute to get me his entire profile!”

“Damn, are there really such good-looking people in the world? Sigh, sigh…”

“I recognized him at a glance—this is my long-lost husband.”

Bo Jinxi sat down. Jiang Ciyou gave a routine introduction, but the live chat had already erupted.

“The capital’s crown prince! He’s really Bo Jinxi?? Ahhh, he’s exactly my type!”

“Wealth, power, looks—has God shut him out of any blessings at all?”

“My mom asked why I’m watching TV with a pair of chopsticks. Turns out, I’ve spotted my dish.”

Jiang Ciyou began the formal interview, which focused mainly on Paradise Resort. Thanks to the Yan family, she had researched the project thoroughly and spoke with authority. Her questions were incisive and highly professional.

The previously anxious assistant immediately relaxed, tossing Xia Ling’s interview script, which she had been clutching just in case, straight into the trash. Jiang Ciyou’s questions were far superior: more professional, more in-depth, more sophisticated.

In just twenty minutes, the viewer count soared to six million.

At last, they reached the final segment. Jiang Ciyou maintained a professional smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Bo, for joining us on Rong City TV. We currently have six million viewers in our live broadcast, all curious about you. We’ll now select three questions from enthusiastic viewers for you to answer. Is that alright?”

Bo Jinxi offered a gentlemanly smile. “Of course.”

Before everyone’s eyes, the backstage team took screenshots of live questions.

“The first question: Mr. Bo, do you have a girlfriend?”

As soon as she asked, Jiang Ciyou realized the question might invade his privacy. To defuse the tension, she smiled and said, “It seems everyone is very interested in your private life. If you find the question intrusive, we can skip it.”

“No problem.” Bo Jinxi appeared entirely unfazed.

In truth, the screen was filled with such questions.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Bo Jinxi replied crisply.

Jiang Ciyou’s lips curled ever so slightly. His answer was just as she expected. Over the past three years, she was certain she was the only woman in his life. A woman’s intuition.

But she certainly couldn’t be considered his girlfriend.

What was she, then? A lover? That didn’t quite fit, either—at least lovers shared some feeling. The two of them were only drawn to each other’s warmth.

The second screenshot appeared on the screen.

“Second question: Mr. Bo, what kind of woman do you like?”

Bo Jinxi seemed to ponder this, then replied, “A woman who can’t cook, with a mole at the corner of her eye.”

Jiang Ciyou’s heart gave a faint stir. So Bo Jinxi already had someone he liked.

She would never be so vain as to think he meant her. In three years, she had never cooked for him; he had no idea if she could cook at all. As for the mole—she did have a tiny one by her eye, but with makeup it was invisible. Perhaps he already had someone in his heart, and the only reason he had ever noticed her was that she, too, had a mole by her eye, just like his beloved?

The live chat went wild.

“That’s such a unique preference! I can’t cook, and I have a mole at the corner of my eye—Crown Prince, want to take a look at me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s not that he likes women who can’t cook and have moles, but that the woman he likes happens to be that way.”

“He’s taken! The woman Bo Jinxi loves must be incredibly happy. Is this a public confession?”

The third question appeared onscreen, though there was hardly any need for a screenshot—nearly every viewer was asking the same thing.

Jiang Ciyou asked, “Mr. Bo, does the woman you like love you back?”