"Grandma..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Lai Rong's face as she whispered softly in the old lady's ear.

The old lady, belatedly realizing, also felt slightly embarrassed.

"I... I mean, why haven't you rested? Why did you come down so quickly?"

Bo Jingchuan pursed his thin lips, walking while speaking.

"My room was occupied. How could I rest?"

"The bed is big enough, it's not crowded!" The old lady said without hesitation.

Silence filled the spacious living room for a moment.

At this moment, Shen Fangxing came out after changing her clothes. She happened to hear the old lady's discontented murmur and felt a bit embarrassed on her delicate face.

"Grandma..."

Seeing the figure appearing behind the young master, Lai Rong felt extremely helpless.

Every time she was in front of her two grandsons, she seemed like a child.

Feeling a sense of regret, the old lady's eyes caught sight of Shen Fangxing upstairs.

Her gloomy face instantly brightened into a smile, and she waved at Shen Fangxing.

"Fangxing, you're awake. Did you sleep well? Did Jingchuan wake you up?"

Using Bo Jingchuan's bathroom, wearing Bo Jingchuan's bathrobe, and sleeping in Bo Jingchuan's bed!

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Shen Fangxing now understood that these were all deliberate actions by the old lady, but faced with such a loving face, she couldn't show too much emotion!

In fact, how could she have any emotions towards such rare care?

She smiled slightly, nodded, and walked towards the old lady.

"I slept very well, Grandma."

"That's good."

She pulled Shen Fangxing to sit on the sofa.

Bo Jingchuan sat beside her.

The collar of his white shirt was open, but it was still neatly pressed without a single wrinkle.

He leaned slightly on one side of the leather sofa, his head slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought. The corners of his lips seemed to curve with a faint, lazy smile, exuding a unique sense of nobility.

Elegance and composure, the calm and restrained scion of a wealthy family.

He sat silently throughout, seemingly only listening to their somewhat boring conversation.

Shen Fangxing couldn't completely ignore his strong presence.

During this time, Bo Jingchuan suddenly sat up straight, stretched out his long arm, and picked and chose from the fruit platter on the coffee table.

Finally, he picked up the biggest and reddest apple.

His hand was large, holding the apple with one hand while effortlessly hooking the fruit knife with his finger.

Shen Fangxing couldn't help but glance at him sideways, only to see him sitting straight, his hands resting on his knees, his attention focused on his hands. The bright red peel gradually extended along the silver fruit knife, hanging in mid-air.

Shen Fangxing was somewhat surprised, unable to imagine that this man would actually peel apples himself.

Even Mrs. Bo couldn't help but look at Bo Jingchuan a few more times, a gesture she rarely made.

But now she didn't want to deal with him. She couldn't even handle putting someone to bed.

How annoying!

Pouting discontentedly, she glanced at him and turned to hold Shen Fangxing's hand, continuing to ask, "Fangxing, what do you do now?"

Shen Fangxing paused, "...I develop perfumes and manage a small PR company left by my mother."

Left?

These three words made Mrs. Bo slightly stunned, and then she held Shen Fangxing's hand tighter.

Bo Jingchuan looked up, a hint of darkness flashing in his jet-black eyes.

"Why are you so busy? Managing a company isn't easy," Mrs. Bo asked.

"Yeah, the Su family's company before..."

Thinking of Su Heng, Shen Fangxing's words suddenly stopped.

She lowered her long eyelashes, changing the subject.

"I plan to resign, but my friend needs help at her company after I leave the hospital, so I plan to go help her."

"What company?"

Bo Jingchuan finally spoke from the side, at the same time, a snow-white apple, peeled, was placed in front of Shen Fangxing.