Shen Fangxing was speechless.

Why did he choose her out of all the others?

He said only she could match him!

She wanted to reject this direct pursuit from the start.

He said he rejected her rejection.

All decisions seemed to be in his hands, making her feel excessively passive in every aspect.

Her inherent pride made her subconsciously resist.

But facing Bo Jingchuan, there was always a deep sense of powerlessness.

She gathered her hair, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

"Why the sigh? What's troubling you?" Bo Jingchuan looked at her.

He stood quietly in front of her, his expensive white shirt contrasting with his handsome and perfect features, tall and graceful.

It seemed she could sense him deliberately restraining his posture in front of her.

Because beneath his dark eyebrows, sharpened over the years, lay a sharpness born of perpetual vigilance.

If she wasn't mistaken, this man was inherently cold.

"What are you thinking?" Bo Jingchuan asked again. His black eyes held a hint of coldness as Shen Fangxing looked at him so unabashedly.

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Shen Fangxing shifted her gaze away, her voice cool. "Nothing, just thinking that you're too domineering and decisive, while I'm unwilling to be so passive. There's always a sense of powerlessness like punching cotton when facing you."

Bo Jingchuan furrowed his brows slightly, speaking calmly.

"You've turned yourself into a hedgehog. You're wary of everyone, but you won't step out, yet you use your prickliness to keep others at bay."

Shen Fangxing was surprised, turning to look at him again.

Everyone was advising her to come out of her shell.

Bo Jingchuan's black eyes stared straight at her, and after a while, his indifferent voice echoed once more.

"You don't have to do anything. You can continue being a hedgehog. After all, I'm not afraid of being pricked."

Shen Fangxing's pupils suddenly shrank.

After a long while, she returned to her senses, feeling a bit at a loss as she tightly grasped the thin blanket, somewhat disoriented.

"I... I'll go check if Grandma has woken up."

She said as she was about to lift the blanket, but then remembered her loose bathrobe.

She looked up at him, the implication clear.

Bo Jingchuan turned around without further delay.

Downstairs, hearing the good news brought by Lai Rong, Mrs. Bo smiled with happiness, her eyes squinting.

In a good mood, she ate most of the apples occasionally brought by Lai Rong.

"My great-grandson has hope. Oh, my, the baby born to Fangxing and Jingchuan will surely be the best son in the world."

Lai Rong handed another apple to the old lady, smiling indulgently. "Or it could be a girl, Madam."

"Even if it's a daughter, she'll be the best! My great-granddaughter will be the most beautiful."

"Yes, yes, yes, whether it's a boy or a girl, our old lady's great-grandchild will be the best in the world!"

The old lady laughed even more happily.

As Bo Jingchuan descended the stairs, he happened to hear the old lady's somewhat distant imagination of the future.

He didn't know how to approach pursuing someone, yet this old lady had already envisioned her grandchildren.

He considered himself not indecisive, nor did he drag his feet, so why couldn't he keep up with this old lady's thoughts?

"Young Master."

Facing the direction of the stairs, Lai Rong was the first to see Bo Jingchuan's tall and graceful figure.

Mrs. Bo turned around suddenly, her previously smiling face wrinkling instantly.

"Why so soon?!"

Bo Jingchuan's footsteps paused, his handsome face showing a slight stiffness.