Chapter 40: Bo Jinxi Gets Jealous

Jiang Ciyou lazily tore off a piece of bread and popped it into her mouth. “Xia Ling set me up, so I paid her back in kind. Please tell her that we’re even now. But if she keeps scheming behind my back, she can’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Xia Ling had smeared her reputation online and cost her the prime-time hosting position. In retaliation, Jiang Ciyou had brought Xia Ling’s mother to the television station, causing a scene and winning back some ground. Besides, Xia Ling’s days ahead would likely be even more troublesome.

Yan Feng was silent for a moment before finally speaking. “I was drunk last night. Did I say anything?”

Jiang Ciyou’s mind drifted to the scar on Yan Feng’s waist, and her gaze unconsciously settled there.

He seemed to sense it, his face paling. “You saw it?”

A trace of guilt flickered across Jiang Ciyou’s face. “I didn’t know you were hurt so badly back then.”

A flash of anger and loathing passed through Yan Feng’s eyes. “Jiang Ciyou, don’t look at me like that.”

He saw right through the guilt and concern in her eyes. If only it were real, but it was nothing but an act.

She clearly found him repulsive, yet she forced on a mask of remorse. It was detestable.

Pity wounded a man’s pride enough as it was, and false pity even more so.

“I’m sorry. That scar was because of me, too.”

Yan Feng suddenly erupted in fury.

“Jiang Ciyou, cut the act. You despise me deep down, you even wished me dead. You’re a venomous woman with a double face—why pretend to be a saint?”

Jiang Ciyou caught the crux of his words.

“What exactly did I do to make you think so?”

“Your diary from back then spelled it out. Don’t try to deny it.”

Jiang Ciyou did have a habit of keeping a diary since childhood. But she had no recollection of ever writing anything about hating Yan Feng or cursing him in those pages.

In fact, she recalled losing one of her university diaries. After that, she never kept a diary again.

“You read my diary?”

“Tell me, what did I write that made you see me this way?”

Even after all these years, the memory of those written words still sent a sharp pain through Yan Feng’s heart.

“You know full well what you wrote.”

“If you won’t say, then bring me the diary. Let’s confront each other face to face.”

Jiang Ciyou suspected that the diary she lost was in Yan Feng’s possession.

He snorted coldly. “I already burned it.”

The atmosphere grew unbearably tense, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder.

Jiang Ciyou was the first to regain her composure.

“In the past, you wouldn’t have believed me if I said Xia Ling was the one driving a wedge between us. But now, you should see that she’s not the gentle, innocent soul you imagined. Still, since you’ve chosen her, the past no longer matters.”

A shadow flickered in Yan Feng’s eyes.

“I’m tired. I don’t want to keep fighting Xia Ling openly and in secret. Tell her I’ve already stepped aside. She can have you. But if she keeps provoking me, I’ll take back everything—what’s mine, and what’s not.”

He looked up and fixed Jiang Ciyou with a cold, unwavering stare. His voice was frigid.

“Jiang Ciyou, I am a person, not an object you can simply hand over.”

The conversation ended on a sour note.

Jiang Ciyou found it rather ironic.

Wasn’t this the outcome they both wanted? What more did he expect from her?

Leaving the Yan family villa, Jiang Ciyou went straight to Greenfield Villa.

She hadn’t slept well the night before and had planned to take a nap as soon as she got home.

But barely had she stepped inside when she saw Bo Jinxi descending from the second floor.

He stopped in his tracks upon seeing her.

She greeted him casually, “Heading to the office?”

Bo Jinxi didn’t reply, only looked down at her from above.

As Jiang Ciyou passed by, he finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

She took out her phone and glanced at it. “The battery died.”

Noticing his expression was less than pleasant, she asked, “Were you waiting for me last night? Didn’t I say I’d be busy and you shouldn’t wait up?”

Bo Jinxi met her gaze. “You never said you wouldn’t come home at all.”

Jiang Ciyou smiled, leaned in, and planted a light kiss on his lips, as if to soothe him. “Sorry, darling. Next time I’ll let you know in advance.”

She tried to slip past him and head upstairs, but a strong hand suddenly gripped her arm.

“Jiang Ciyou, what do you take me for? Your pet dog?”

Anger was clear on his handsome face. “You pet me when you’re in the mood and kick me aside when you’re not?”

Jiang Ciyou couldn’t understand why he was so upset this early in the morning. After all, she had told him not to wait for her the previous night.

Still, over the past three years, he sometimes showed this childish side.

She soothed him with patience. “I really had something to do yesterday. How about I make it up to you tonight?”

Usually, that was enough to mollify Bo Jinxi. But this time, his expression only grew darker.

“So this ‘something’ was you getting cozy with Yan Feng in the lobby at Blossom?”

Jiang Ciyou reacted quickly. “You were at Blossom last night too?”

No wonder he was so angry—he must have seen her with Yan Feng.

After a moment’s thought, she explained, “He was drunk. I took him home.”

“He was drunk, so you had to be the one to take him? Jiang Ciyou, what exactly is your relationship with him now?”

“Given the Yan family’s kindness to me, I don’t think it was too much to help him.”

Bo Jinxi laughed coldly. “Is it gratitude to the Yan family, or do you still have feelings for Yan Feng?”

He had overheard everything she said as she hugged Yan Feng the night before.

She’d called him “A Feng” so intimately, promised never to leave him, and soothed him as if he were a child.

A mocking smile tugged at Bo Jinxi’s lips.

“You really are an expert at handling men.”

He pinched her chin. “Am I not enough for you? Are you so eager to get back together with Yan Feng?”

Jiang Ciyou’s eyes instantly turned cold, though her lips still held a faint smile.

“Mr. Bo, you’re out of line.”

Bo Jinxi’s brows furrowed, his gaze dark and stormy.

Yet Jiang Ciyou’s smile remained as bright as ever, her voice lively and enticing. “Our relationship doesn’t entitle you to question me. So please, don’t act like an interrogator. We’re simply using each other for mutual pleasure.”

“We’re neither husband and wife nor lovers. All I can say is that I haven’t broken our agreement. As for my heart, my thoughts, you have no right to interfere.”

“Of course, if you’re tired of this arrangement, you can end it anytime. I’ll move out at once.”

Bo Jinxi stared at the stunning woman before him.

Her meaning was obvious.

She hadn’t slept with Yan Feng, but she still cared for him, so she was telling Bo Jinxi to stay out of it.

He even suspected that if he said he wanted to end things, she would leave without hesitation—perhaps even pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate.