Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  After lunch, Shen Fanxing wanted to help to clear the table.

  Yet, one of the servants ran over to tell her that her phone kept ringing. She was afraid that it would run out of battery from the vibration, and so she couldn’t help but remind her.

  In fact, Su Heng had not stopped texting or calling her since last night. She had ignored him, but she didn’t expect him to be so determined.

  When she took out her phone and saw name on the screen, she realized it wasn’t Su Heng.

  Shen Defan…


  Her biological father in name.

  That was rare.

  Narrowing her eyes, she hesitated before picking up the call at the balcony.

  “What’s the matter?” There was no warmth in her voice.

  “You… jinx! Is this the way you speak to your father?!” Shen Defan’s incensed voice sounded through the phone.

  “Father? You’re Shen Qianrou’s father.”


  “Wretch! You’re so heartless! Qianrou is your biological sister after all. It’s not enough that you’ve harmed her time and time again. You even forced her to kneel and kowtow to you in public? Don’t you know she’s a public figure now? Haven’t you caused enough scandals for her these few days?”


  Shen Fanxing gripped her phone and rubbed her forehead, sneering coldly.

  “If she doesn’t know how to put up a pretense, she won’t end up like that. Every time she has her way by acting as though she’s the pitiful one. Now that her fun is over, she’s still the pitiful one. Don’t you find it annoying to see her disheartened face every day?”


  “Isn’t that all your fault…”


  Shen Fanxing’s eyes glinted coldly and her patience had been worn thin. She snapped, “Enough, get to the point. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”


  “Don’t you dare! Come home now, I need to talk to you.”


  Afraid that Shen Fanxing would hang up, Shen Defan rattled like a machine gun.

  Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and paused for two seconds. “Okay, I’ll be back later.”


  Finishing her sentence, she hung up. Whatever Shen Defan said later, she didn’t listen to a single word.

  Putting her phone away, her eyes were cold.

  When she reached the living room, Bo Jinchuan was looking at her.

  “What’s the matter?”


  Shen Fanxing shook her head and paused before saying, “It’s a call from my family asking me to go back.”


  Bo Jinchuan frowned and asked, “You agreed?”


  “Yeah,” said Shen Fanxing as she walked to the couch and placed her phone in her bag. Then, she took a sip of water and glanced at Bo Jinchuan.

  “Grandma is taking her afternoon nap?”


  “Yeah.”


  Putting down the cup, Shen Fanxing walked to Bo Jinchuan and looked up at him.

  “I’m a little sleepy too. Find a room for me.”


  Surprise flashed across Bo Jinchuan’s eyes. “You’re not leaving.”


  Shen Fanxing pouted and retorted, “Nothing is ever good if they’re looking for me. Let them wait.”


  Bo Jinchuan grinned and reached out to hold her hand.

  Shen Fanxing looked around hastily. The servants were busy with their chores and no one noticed anything.

  “What are you doing?”


  “I’ll take you to a room to rest.”


  “Oh.”


  Shen Fanxing was led away by him. If the guest room was upstairs, it wouldn’t be a problem.

  Yet, as the way to the room became more familiar, Shen Fanxing’s footsteps became heavier.

  It was only when she stood at the door and saw Bo Jinchuan opening it, the whim to escape struck her.

  She did exactly that and whirled to leave instinctively.

  However, the man lifted her and strode inside.

  “Bo Jinchuan!” exclaimed Shen Fanxing as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  Bo Jinchuan placed her on the bed and confined her by putting her hands beside her.

  “Sleep here, okay?”