"How did you... come here?"

Bo Jingchuan's suit draped elegantly over his arm, his pristine white shirt adorned with two exquisite silver cufflinks at the cuffs. He was refined, graceful, and extraordinarily distinguished.

His dark eyes stared closely at Shen Fanxing, whose face quickly concealed itself. There was a hint of inexplicable shimmer in his eyes.

After a long while, he spoke slowly, his voice low and elegant.

"Usually, women at this point should be crying."

Shen Fanxing was slightly surprised, but then understanding dawned in her clear eyes.

He must have been following behind her just now. Even someone as wise and intelligent as him couldn't have failed to understand.

"Sorry, I don't usually eavesdrop on people."

Shen Fanxing shrugged it off.

"Crying for someone like that isn't worth it. Besides, my tears aren't valuable."

Bo Jingchuan's dark brows moved slightly. "You're right. Shedding tears for someone unworthy is indeed a waste of emotions. However, I have a slight disagreement with your latter sentence."

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Shen Fanxing looked up at him, puzzled.

Bo Jingchuan's black eyes locked onto hers as he continued calmly, "The value of tears depends on who you shed them in front of. Some may consider them worthless, while others may see them as priceless treasures."

Although his words carried an air of warmth and elegance, the hidden arrogance and depth in them made Shen Fanxing's heart tremble slightly, and she hastily looked away.

Bo Jingchuan slowly put away the handkerchief. "Now, let me answer your initial question."

He paused for a moment, then continued, looking down at her.

"You're a smart woman. You should have noticed that Grandma hopes I pursue you."

Shen Fanxing's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of embarrassment finally flashed across her fair face.

"I think... perhaps you've kept her waiting for too long. I believe what she wants most is a lively and adorable grandson."

"You're indeed clever."

Bo Jingchuan smiled, making Shen Fanxing relax slightly.

"However, pursuing you is my personal choice. Not just any woman can have my child."

Bo Jingchuan spoke again, his tone gentle but his demeanor authoritative and aloof, leaving Shen Fanxing unable to remain composed.

She hadn't expected such a reserved and gentlemanly man to utter such audacious words.

"Is Mr. Bo always this direct in pursuing women?"

"I have only pursued you."

Shen Fanxing felt a headache coming on. Dealing with one person was unexpectedly difficult.

"We have only met twice, for no more than an hour in total. Mr. Bo, don't you think it's too hasty?"

"I trust my instincts."

The indifferent expression on Shen Fanxing's face finally cracked visibly.

After a long while, she sighed.

"Just now, you must have seen my conversation with that man, right? We've known each other for eight years, but all we've gained is such shallow trust. You and I are just strangers. What makes you trust that I am your choice?"

Bo Jingchuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing me to scum?"