Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon’s Sweetheart
Author: five tails
Chapter 940 - 939: I Donât Like Flowers, I Like Yezi
His voice was rich and magnetic, seemingly gentle, yet each word was forceful, each sentence a threat, igniting a fire in Ye Xianâs heart.
Someone watching her?
Obediently listen?
"Alright, Bo Tingshen, Iâve long suspected something off about the bodyguards you sent. So, theyâre not just for my protection, but have other motives! Watching me, fine, but what can you do if I donât obey?"
"Canât do anything to you, but others might not be so lucky."
His words were full of intimidation.
"What are you trying to do?" Ye Xian angrily pinched his neck. "Bo Tingshen, have you forgotten your promise to my second brother? Not to interfere with my freedom!"
"I havenât interfered; conversation is free beyond one meter, but no crossing boundaries."
Within one meter is a boundary? Heâs just too domineering!
Ye Xian was about to retort when he added, "Ye Xian, it seems you donât quite understand me."
"Eh? In what way?"
"Seeing your attention on others, seeing others approach you, I canât control myself..." To what extent he would act uncontrollably.
This sounded a bit like a possessive desire, and not only absolved himself but also left her unable to blame him.
Ye Xian raised her eyebrows, feeling the urge to give him a thumbs up. Impressive, impressive, CEO, youâre truly impressive!
"So you donât trust me, think Iâm that kind of woman whoâs fickle, flirting around?"
"Itâs not that I donât trust you, itâs that I donât trust others." Bo Tingshen gazed at her flawless, lively face, gently brushing the stray hair by her ear. "Who made my little princess so charming? There are always some who donât know their boundaries thinking of you."
Ye Xian couldnât help but laugh.
That statement... really made it impossible to get angry.
Forget it, let it go, after all, Le Hui and Cheng Peihan genuinely have intentions toward her, so sheâs in the wrong here.
"CEO, didnât you smell anything else when you got in the car, besides the perfume?"
"The scent of flowers."
"So you did smell it!"
Ye Xian was delighted, thinking he had noticed the gift she prepared, only to see him press a button on the carâs screen with a âdingâ sound, the smart car cabinet moved to the front, the lid slowly opened, revealing a cluster of 99 blue roses adorned with white babyâs breath, captivating her vision.
Blue roses?
So beautiful!
The pure white romantic babyâs breath paired with the deep blue roses sprinkled with glitter offered a strong, dazzling visual impact.
Ye Xian was slightly stunned, "For me?"
"Do you like them?"
Of course, what woman could refuse roses, especially when mixed with her favorite babyâs breath?
"Mm-hmm!"
She lowered her head, hugged them, and took a deep breath. "CEO, are you really inexperienced in love? Youâre so good at making a girl happy, you seem like a master of romance, not much less than my second brother!"
"Seeing you, I learned naturally."
He had rehearsed this countless times in his mind.
"I bet you learned this from Shangguan Yunli, right?"
Ye Xian plucked a blue rose and placed it in his suit pocket. "Really beautiful. By the way, I still donât know whatâs your favorite flower, CEO?"
Bo Tingshen: "I donât like flowers, I like leaves."
"Mm? Thatâs enough~"
Ye Xian grinned, her face beaming with joy, this old man was becoming increasingly charming.
"Quick, tell me, maybe one day on a whim, Iâll give you a bouquet and surprise you."
Hearing that she wanted to give him something, Bo Tingshen pondered seriously.
"Previously, there wasnât any flower in particular that I liked..."
Before meeting her, all romance had nothing to do with him.
"But now, I quite like the language of flowers," he said, gazing at the bracelet on her wrist, "Now, I quite like roses."
"Oh~" Ye Xian teased him, "So cliché, huh?"
Bo Tingshen looked at her, "Because roses can express passionate emotions."
"Thatâs what you give to others, Iâm asking about what you truly like..." Ye Xian suddenly seemed to think of something, a gleam of light shone in her eyes, "If you canât think of any, I have one thatâs quite suitable for you."
"What?"
"A secret!"
Another secret...
Bo Tingshen narrowed his eyes dangerously as he looked at her, "Ye Xian, youâre having more and more secrets now?"
"Mm-hmm~ hey hey hey!"
"Quickly tell me all of them."
Bo Tingshen turned and tightly locked her in his embrace, teasing her as Ye Xian struggled hard, looking down at his hands, "Let go of me you stinky werewolf! Where are your hands going!"
"If you donât tell me, Iâll have to find out on my own..."
At Tianlu Lake Villa District, Bo Family.
In the back garden, flowers were in full bloom, vibrant, with elegant piano music melding with birdsong. Wen Yan clipped a white gardenia and placed it in a vase as Xiaoli came in from the corridor outside, "Madam, Mrs. Qiao, Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Li, and Lady Wan have all been sent back, they expressed gratitude for your hospitality and look forward to the next gathering."
"Letâs skip the next one..." Wen Yan put down the scissors, carefully tending to the floral arrangement she had just created, "Itâs obvious their intentions are not in the flowers, they have no interest in floral art. Nine out of ten sentences were either inquiring about Tingshenâs current situation or promoting their daughters and nieces, Iâm tired of listening."
"If youâre tired why bother going to such lengths to entertain them? Isnât it exhausting?"
Bo Junfeng walked over from the study, reaching out to massage her shoulders.
"Here," Wen Yan sat in the chair enjoying the massage, "Iâm tired, but do you think only theyâre anxious? Iâm even more anxious than them; Tingshen is my son, heâs almost 28 and hasnât even dated anyone yet, isnât that strange? People might think thereâs something wrong with him if they hear about it..."
As Wen Yan said this, a sudden worry crossed her mind. She turned to look at Bo Junfeng, "Tingshen... could he really have some kind of issue?"
Bo Junfeng smiled helplessly, "What kind of mother are you? Wish him well, Tingshen is just focused on his career and his personality is somewhat cold and logical, so he hasnât made any moves in the realm of emotions. But honestly, the blame lies with me and my father..."
Bo Junfeng recalled the time when Bo Tingshen was just born, the business world in Imperial Capital was in turmoil, a three-way standoff, and their Boâs was one of them.
His father had a great reputation, and he was in his prime. Father and son were full of ambition, jointly striving for greatness, but they could never break through the longstanding triangular competition in the market, so the three major financial groups began cultivating excellent heirs, aiming to become the final winner.
They were no exception; Tingshen was the only son in the family, so naturally, his father and he placed all their hopes and expectations on him.
So as soon as Tingshen became aware, he faced the various skills and talents that an outstanding heir should master, endless lessons, and one test after another...
Someone watching her?
Obediently listen?
"Alright, Bo Tingshen, Iâve long suspected something off about the bodyguards you sent. So, theyâre not just for my protection, but have other motives! Watching me, fine, but what can you do if I donât obey?"
"Canât do anything to you, but others might not be so lucky."
His words were full of intimidation.
"What are you trying to do?" Ye Xian angrily pinched his neck. "Bo Tingshen, have you forgotten your promise to my second brother? Not to interfere with my freedom!"
"I havenât interfered; conversation is free beyond one meter, but no crossing boundaries."
Within one meter is a boundary? Heâs just too domineering!
Ye Xian was about to retort when he added, "Ye Xian, it seems you donât quite understand me."
"Eh? In what way?"
"Seeing your attention on others, seeing others approach you, I canât control myself..." To what extent he would act uncontrollably.
This sounded a bit like a possessive desire, and not only absolved himself but also left her unable to blame him.
Ye Xian raised her eyebrows, feeling the urge to give him a thumbs up. Impressive, impressive, CEO, youâre truly impressive!
"So you donât trust me, think Iâm that kind of woman whoâs fickle, flirting around?"
"Itâs not that I donât trust you, itâs that I donât trust others." Bo Tingshen gazed at her flawless, lively face, gently brushing the stray hair by her ear. "Who made my little princess so charming? There are always some who donât know their boundaries thinking of you."
Ye Xian couldnât help but laugh.
That statement... really made it impossible to get angry.
Forget it, let it go, after all, Le Hui and Cheng Peihan genuinely have intentions toward her, so sheâs in the wrong here.
"CEO, didnât you smell anything else when you got in the car, besides the perfume?"
"The scent of flowers."
"So you did smell it!"
Ye Xian was delighted, thinking he had noticed the gift she prepared, only to see him press a button on the carâs screen with a âdingâ sound, the smart car cabinet moved to the front, the lid slowly opened, revealing a cluster of 99 blue roses adorned with white babyâs breath, captivating her vision.
Blue roses?
So beautiful!
The pure white romantic babyâs breath paired with the deep blue roses sprinkled with glitter offered a strong, dazzling visual impact.
Ye Xian was slightly stunned, "For me?"
"Do you like them?"
Of course, what woman could refuse roses, especially when mixed with her favorite babyâs breath?
"Mm-hmm!"
She lowered her head, hugged them, and took a deep breath. "CEO, are you really inexperienced in love? Youâre so good at making a girl happy, you seem like a master of romance, not much less than my second brother!"
"Seeing you, I learned naturally."
He had rehearsed this countless times in his mind.
"I bet you learned this from Shangguan Yunli, right?"
Ye Xian plucked a blue rose and placed it in his suit pocket. "Really beautiful. By the way, I still donât know whatâs your favorite flower, CEO?"
Bo Tingshen: "I donât like flowers, I like leaves."
"Mm? Thatâs enough~"
Ye Xian grinned, her face beaming with joy, this old man was becoming increasingly charming.
"Quick, tell me, maybe one day on a whim, Iâll give you a bouquet and surprise you."
Hearing that she wanted to give him something, Bo Tingshen pondered seriously.
"Previously, there wasnât any flower in particular that I liked..."
Before meeting her, all romance had nothing to do with him.
"But now, I quite like the language of flowers," he said, gazing at the bracelet on her wrist, "Now, I quite like roses."
"Oh~" Ye Xian teased him, "So cliché, huh?"
Bo Tingshen looked at her, "Because roses can express passionate emotions."
"Thatâs what you give to others, Iâm asking about what you truly like..." Ye Xian suddenly seemed to think of something, a gleam of light shone in her eyes, "If you canât think of any, I have one thatâs quite suitable for you."
"What?"
"A secret!"
Another secret...
Bo Tingshen narrowed his eyes dangerously as he looked at her, "Ye Xian, youâre having more and more secrets now?"
"Mm-hmm~ hey hey hey!"
"Quickly tell me all of them."
Bo Tingshen turned and tightly locked her in his embrace, teasing her as Ye Xian struggled hard, looking down at his hands, "Let go of me you stinky werewolf! Where are your hands going!"
"If you donât tell me, Iâll have to find out on my own..."
At Tianlu Lake Villa District, Bo Family.
In the back garden, flowers were in full bloom, vibrant, with elegant piano music melding with birdsong. Wen Yan clipped a white gardenia and placed it in a vase as Xiaoli came in from the corridor outside, "Madam, Mrs. Qiao, Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Li, and Lady Wan have all been sent back, they expressed gratitude for your hospitality and look forward to the next gathering."
"Letâs skip the next one..." Wen Yan put down the scissors, carefully tending to the floral arrangement she had just created, "Itâs obvious their intentions are not in the flowers, they have no interest in floral art. Nine out of ten sentences were either inquiring about Tingshenâs current situation or promoting their daughters and nieces, Iâm tired of listening."
"If youâre tired why bother going to such lengths to entertain them? Isnât it exhausting?"
Bo Junfeng walked over from the study, reaching out to massage her shoulders.
"Here," Wen Yan sat in the chair enjoying the massage, "Iâm tired, but do you think only theyâre anxious? Iâm even more anxious than them; Tingshen is my son, heâs almost 28 and hasnât even dated anyone yet, isnât that strange? People might think thereâs something wrong with him if they hear about it..."
As Wen Yan said this, a sudden worry crossed her mind. She turned to look at Bo Junfeng, "Tingshen... could he really have some kind of issue?"
Bo Junfeng smiled helplessly, "What kind of mother are you? Wish him well, Tingshen is just focused on his career and his personality is somewhat cold and logical, so he hasnât made any moves in the realm of emotions. But honestly, the blame lies with me and my father..."
Bo Junfeng recalled the time when Bo Tingshen was just born, the business world in Imperial Capital was in turmoil, a three-way standoff, and their Boâs was one of them.
His father had a great reputation, and he was in his prime. Father and son were full of ambition, jointly striving for greatness, but they could never break through the longstanding triangular competition in the market, so the three major financial groups began cultivating excellent heirs, aiming to become the final winner.
They were no exception; Tingshen was the only son in the family, so naturally, his father and he placed all their hopes and expectations on him.
So as soon as Tingshen became aware, he faced the various skills and talents that an outstanding heir should master, endless lessons, and one test after another...