A feeling of suffocation pressed against her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

The terrifying sensation of being submerged in water engulfed her senses, causing Shen Fangxing to abruptly open her eyes.

She realized she must have fallen asleep in the bathtub at some point, her body slipping down until the hot water nearly reached her nostrils.

She sat up suddenly, causing a commotion as water splashed everywhere.

Gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly, she breathed a little faster, feeling the water wasn't too cold, realizing she hadn't been asleep for too long.

However, recalling the recent scene, Shen Fangxing eventually stood up from the bathtub and rinsed herself briefly under the shower, then picked up the white bathrobe prepared by the servants and draped it over her body.

Although she wasn't short among women, the bathrobe was still oversized, barely covering her ample assets.

After the bath, she found a hairdryer on the counter outside the bathroom.

Her hair, which had not been properly tended to, bore its natural color.

Due to long-term braiding, her hair had a casual large curl, hanging over her slender shoulders like seaweed.

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Her face, devoid of makeup, still bore a hint of blush left from the bath, and the coldness and dominance she often displayed had faded away.

Black hair, white bathrobe, slender neck, the contrast of black and white, coupled with her inherent pride and sensitivity, created a unique charm.

Yet Shen Fangxing walked out calmly, put on the slippers at the bathroom door, and gracefully made her way to the bed, pulling back the covers and lying down.

The bedding carried a refreshing scent, reminiscent of sunlight, pleasant to the nose.

Sleep after bathing was not something to be missed.

It was still early in the day.

The servants downstairs had already begun bustling about preparing for dinner tonight.

It had been a long time since they were this busy.

At some point in the afternoon, the door of the villa opened, and the long quiet villa was sensitive to any sound.

Servant Lai Rong hurried to the door, watching as a handsome man in an expensive black suit entered.

"Young Master, so early today?"

Lai Rong was surprised, but the surprise quickly turned into a faint smile.

It seemed that Miss Shen was indeed different from other women.

"Yes." Bo Jingchuan responded faintly, entering the living room without removing his suit jacket.

A brisk breeze swept past Lai Rong, deepening the smile on her face.

There was no one in the living room, and Bo Jingchuan's dark eyes flickered slightly.

Following behind, Lai Rong said softly, "Madam left Miss Shen to have dinner. Both of them are resting now."

Bo Jingchuan turned around, looking at Lai Rong, speaking lightly, "She's resting here too?"

"Yes, it was hard to refuse Madam." Lai Rong smiled, sounding a bit helpless.

Bo Jingchuan understood.

Grandma must have insisted on keeping her.

"It's still early. Why don't you take a rest too, Young Master? You must be tired from dealing with company matters as soon as you return to the country."

"It's fine."

Bo Jingchuan said lightly, unbuttoning the buttons of his suit jacket.

After a moment, he stopped and looked down at Lai Rong, who stood there, smiling meaningfully