Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Upon reaching home, Auntie Zhang decided to give Bo Jinchuan a call.

  “Yeah,” said a deep, calm voice.

  “Master, are you still in the office?”


  Though Auntie Zhang sounded cautious, Bo Jinchuan’s eyebrows twitched a little.

  Though only half a second of silence had passed, Aunt Zhang felt the stress pressuring her.

  She knew that Master disliked others asking about his schedule.

  She quickly added, “Ms Shen said she wants to wait for you to have dinner.”


  Surprise streaked across Bo Jinchuan’s dark eyes. His gaze swept past the unfinished documents beside his hand. He fell silent for two seconds before closing the document in his hand.

  “I’ll be right back.”


  “Alright, Master!”


  After being stumped for a second, Aunt Zhang replied.

  At 7pm, a luxurious car drove slowly into the spacious courtyard.

  Shen Fanxing sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling sleepy due to the lack of rest in the afternoon.

  When Bo Jinchuan entered, he happened to see her curled up on the sofa with a hand resting on the armrest. Her dark hair was loose and some locks landed around her shoulders. Her legs were curled up and under the faint glow of the light, he glimpsed her fair ankles.

  Her head was lowered and she seemed to be asleep.

  “Master, you…” Aunt Zhang saw Bo Jinchuan and greeted him quietly, only to be interrupted by Bo Jinchuan’s extended hand.

  She bowed her head and retreated silently.

  Bo Jinchuan strode towards the sofa slowly. The light caught and shone on her hair.

  He bent down and swept her hair aside unconsciously.

  The rays of light fell on her nose, and her lashes cast tiny shadows on her face. She was breathing silently.

  Even her sleeping posture was so calm and quiet.

  Catching a familiar scent, Shen Fanxing opened her eyes slowly. A man with perfect features greeted her eyes.

  Her heart skipped a beat and she withdrew her body slightly to put some distance between them.

  “You’re back?”


  Her hair slipped away from his fingers and his eyes glinted darkly before he rose wordlessly.

  “Why are you sleeping here? Aren’t you afraid of falling sick?”


  “I’m fine, it’s only for a while,” said Shen Fanxing. She shifted her legs and slipped her feet into her slippers before she stood up.

  She lifted her head to look at the clock above the TV before she asked, “Do you always come back this late?”


  By now, Bo Jinchuan had already taken off his coat and he said calmly, “I’m used to it.”


  Shen Fanxing frowned as she thought to herself. This wasn’t a good habit.

  When she lifted her gaze, he had already walked into the washroom on the first level.

  …


  There were only the sounds of porcelain dishes and cutlery at the dining table.

  Both of them didn’t have huge appetites. Towards the end of the dinner, Shen Fanxing said,

  “I’ve chosen the first residence. I’ll search for a new apartment in a few days’ time. Sorry to trouble you during this period.”


  Bo Jinchuan placed his chopsticks on the table and used a napkin to wipe his lips gracefully.

  He lifted his gaze and stared intently at her, saying, “I don’t mind the trouble. You can set your mind at ease and continue staying here.”


  Shen Fanxing managed a tiny smile as she shook her head. “It isn’t a really good idea.”


  Bo Jinchuan’s gaze darkened as he replied, “It’s up to you to decide.”


  Shen Fanxing gazed at him and sensed that he wasn’t in a good mood. Just as she was about to speak, a familiar melody sounded from the living room.

  It was her phone.

  She picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth before walking to the living room to pick up the call.

  Seeing the name displayed on the screen, her pretty face fell instantly.