Chapter 4: A Call from My Boyfriend

“Dad, are you talking about Bo Jinxi, the heir of the richest Bo family?”
The old man nodded. “That’s right.”
Father Yan looked helpless. “That’s far too difficult. He’s a prince of the capital’s elite circle, worlds apart from us here in Rong City. Besides, the Yan and Bo families are on completely different levels—how could we ever hope to win his favor?”
It was common knowledge that the Bo family was the wealthiest in the nation.
They had many branches and a complicated lineage.
Bo Jinxi was the old master Bo’s son born late in life, and had been handpicked as his successor.
Yet the man kept a very low profile, never appearing before the public; the outside world didn’t even know what he looked like.
No one could guess why the old man would suddenly bring him up.
The old man continued, “Bo family bought the land for Paradise Resort long ago. According to inside information, Old Master Bo has put Bo Jinxi fully in charge of the project. If the Yan family can gain his favor, we’ll have a much better chance when he selects a construction company.”
“Dad, this just isn’t realistic. There are countless people out there trying to curry favor with the Bo family. If we just show up in the capital to pay our respects, we probably won’t even get to see him.”
“Who said we have to go to the capital? Bo Jinxi is right here in Rong City at this very moment, and I’ve heard he’s been living here for three years.”
Yan Feng frowned. “He’s a prince of the capital’s elite. Sure, it would make sense for him to come inspect the resort project, but why would he settle here for three years?”
“Madam Bo is from Rong City. Three years ago, she came back to nurse her health, and Bo Jinxi followed along. But this isn’t public knowledge. For three years, they’ve been living in the Lushan Villa.”
Lushan Villa was a solitary mansion built halfway up a mountain in the southern district; it was said years ago that its owner was a reclusive tycoon.
Who would have thought it belonged to the Bo family?
“Dad, if no one else knows about this, how did you find out?” Mother Yan couldn’t help but ask.
“No one knew before, but now everyone does, because tomorrow is Madam Bo’s seventieth birthday. For the first time ever, our Yan family has received two invitations.”
“Not just the Bo family—every prominent family in Rong City has been invited. I suppose Madam Bo has lived here long enough to want to broaden her circle and win some goodwill.”
“In any case, this is an opportunity. It’s also why I had Feng return home in such a hurry.”
With that, the old man produced two invitation cards.
“Feng, You, tomorrow evening you’ll both attend Madam Bo’s birthday banquet. Prepare a suitable gift, and make sure you show your faces before Bo Jinxi. If you can manage to exchange a few words, all the better.”
“Enough of this, let’s not talk business over dinner.”
Mother Yan seized her chance to speak: “I’ve already tidied up the room. Tonight, you two will sleep in the master bedroom. Now that you’re home, it’s time to think about children.”
Jiang Ciyou had always had her own room at the Yan house.
Even after marrying, she still lived in her small room and never moved into the marital suite.
“I have something to do tonight. I need to go out,” Yan Feng said coolly.
Mother Yan slammed her chopsticks on the table. “Out? Going to see that vixen again? If you dare leave Xiao You alone tonight, I’ll have someone peel that fox’s skin off.”
“Mom, don’t be ridiculous.”
“Just watch me.”
Jiang Ciyou said nothing, sipping her chicken and fish maw soup as she watched the drama unfold.
Honestly, it was impossible to say she was completely over it.

After all, when her life hit rock bottom, the two people she trusted most betrayed her cruelly.
She had hated, she had sought revenge in her madness.
But now, time had worn her heart smooth.
Now she could watch like an outsider, amused and curious.
Even she didn’t know when she had managed to move on.
Still, she was curious—just how far would Yan Feng go for Xia Ling?
Inside the bedroom,
The two faced each other in silence.
Yan Feng was on the balcony, coaxing Xia Ling over the phone.
He’d been at it for half an hour, and she could still occasionally hear the sound of sobbing.
Yet Yan Feng continued to comfort her patiently.
Jiang Ciyou couldn’t help but recall that when they were together, he had never been so gentle or patient with her.
They were too familiar.
So familiar that, the first time Yan Feng tried to kiss her, she burst out laughing at his blushing ears.
“Jiang Xiaoyou! What’s so funny?” teenage Yan Feng had fumed.
“Looking at your mouth, I just remember that time in kindergarten when we tried to get a beehive and you got stung—your lips swelled up like sausages. And those ears, you look just like Pigsy from the old stories.”
Jiang Ciyou had laughed till she doubled over, while Yan Feng fumed in embarrassment.
After that, he never tried to kiss her again.
In two years of dating, she hadn’t even given away her first kiss.
Honestly, it was a bit pathetic.
If she hadn’t met that other man, at twenty-three, Jiang Ciyou might still not know what a kiss felt like.
That peerlessly beautiful, wicked face flashed through her mind.
And the way he looked at her when he kissed her—hungry and intoxicated.
He was like a fox spirit in male form, luring her soul away.
Jiang Ciyou smiled to herself.
Only three hours after breaking up, and she was already missing him...
Jiang Ciyou picked up her phone.
She scrolled to his number.
In her contacts, he was saved as “Pretty Boy.”
Jiang Ciyou was startled to realize that after three years together, she had never asked his real name.
But it wasn’t really her fault.

Every time they met, it was always at night, straight to the point.
In the heat of the moment, they only called each other “baby” or “darling.”
Jiang Ciyou suddenly felt like a scoundrel.
She’d lifted her skirt for a man she barely knew.
As she dazed out, her phone suddenly buzzed.
The caller ID said “Pretty Boy.”
Jiang Ciyou stared at the phone for a few seconds, then finally picked up.
“Already missing me? It hasn’t even been that long.”
Her voice was naturally sultry and soft, enough to make anyone’s heart melt.
There was a silence on the other end.
A deep, slightly restrained voice finally came through.
“Where are you right now?”
“At home, of course.”
“Come over now. To Green Lawn Villa. I want to see you.”
Jiang Ciyou lazily twirled her hair, her tone just as careless.
“Can’t do. Didn’t I tell you? My husband’s back, I have to spend the night with him.”
“Jiang Ciyou, you’re not allowed to sleep with him.” The man’s voice was clearly fraying at the edges.
“Come on now, don’t make a fuss. If you’re unhappy with your breakup fee, I’ll give you a shopfront too. With that, you won’t have to work at ‘Black Horse Club’ anymore.”
“Jiang Ciyou, that’s not what I care about. Do you even know who I am?”
“It doesn’t matter who you are. We’re over.”
Compared to the man’s anger, Jiang Ciyou’s voice was still gentle, as if soothing a child.
Just then, Yan Feng finally finished his call and stepped in from the balcony.
Jiang Ciyou purposefully smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Okay, my husband’s here now. You should get some sleep.”
On the other end, the man roared, “Jiang Ciyou, don’t you dare hang—”
Click!
She hung up.
She even switched her phone to Do Not Disturb and left it face down on the balcony.
Yan Feng glanced at her, frowning. “Who was that?”
Jiang Ciyou smiled easily. “My boyfriend.”