Strategy Day Thirty
Bo Jiangxin deliberately followed the thread of her unspoken thoughts, turning his words loaded with deeper meaning, just to see how she would react when he openly laid out all those things she constantly thought about in her heart.
Unexpectedly, she unknowingly replied with an even more shocking remark.
The boy’s pale skin flushed faintly red. When he finally recovered, Bo Jiangxin shot her a sharp glance.
Some people really lack self-awareness—day after day, they play grand dramas in their minds without considering reality at all, truly believing they can handle anything.
Like the one in front of him. Fragile and slight, with a face small enough to be filled by a single Cheese Puff, there wasn’t a single part of her that could withstand any real force.
How on earth did she dare to think so deeply?
Deep down to the stomach—really all the way to the stomach—could she even handle it?
He guessed his own mind was a little sick too.
Knowing full well she had nothing serious in her head, he still wanted to listen and even compete with her over who was more improper.
If that’s not crazy, then what is?
Bo Jiangxin had never uttered anything obscene in his life.
He couldn’t outdo her in that regard, and with no way to “fix” her, he could only helplessly watch himself be gradually assimilated by the filthy rubbish in her mind.
Xiang Di was still asking if he had caught another cold, but whenever he had been “sick” recently, it was always because of her.
Bo Jiangxin frowned. “I’m not sick.”
Xiang Di said with concern, “But I saw your neck and ears are all red from coughing…”
Bo Jiangxin: “That’s not from coughing.”
Xiang Di: “Then what is it from?”
Bo Jiangxin didn’t answer.
You tell me what it’s from?
Looking at her innocent, clueless expression, those teasing words felt like they landed on a cloud of cotton—both irritating and helpless.
She was the one who first tainted the word “depth,” and now, after her thoughts got dirty and she couldn’t back down, it was he who ended up being the one sullied.
Bo Jiangxin said coldly, “There’s no reason. Don’t worry about it.”
He started up his Electric Scooter—this time he was really preparing to leave. If he couldn’t provoke her, could he at least avoid her?
“Wait, you forgot your helmet.”
Xiang Di called out to him again, taking off the helmet and handing it to him.
While fixing her hair, she gathered her words.
“Um, thank you for taking me to the Bookstore today and letting me borrow your helmet.” Though she wasn’t sure why his expression kept shifting between clear and gloomy, Xiang Di chose to babble a bit more out of concern.
“Um, be careful on your way home, drive slower, don’t catch a cold, and I think you should really wear your helmet—I saw you didn’t wear it when you came…”
When he came earlier, he had pulled up the Hood attached to his jacket to shield himself from the wind. It looked cool, but it wasn’t very safe.
Caring excessively, she’d already tried to keep it brief, worried he might think she was fussing for no reason.
After all, no one likes being nagged, so toward the end, her voice got quieter as she kept an eye on his expression, afraid of spotting the slightest trace of impatience in his brows.
There was no impatience.
Bo Jiangxin lowered his eyes, his expression calm, twirling the helmet strap in his hands.
Usually, he was the kind who would lose patience and tune out even during a homeroom teacher’s reprimand, but now he looked like a well-behaved child listening attentively.
After she finished speaking, Bo Jiangxin said, “Got it.”
He even asked, “Anything else you want to say?”
“…No, that’s all.” The moment the words left her mouth, Xiang Di suddenly thought of something else. “Ah, I already wore this helmet. Do you mind?”
“If I minded, I wouldn’t have lent it to you in the first place.”
In front of Xiang Di, Bo Jiangxin casually brushed his bangs back with one hand, then with a single click, fastened the safety buckle and put on the helmet neatly.
He nodded to her and said, “Let’s go.”
Xiang Di was struck hard by the effortless coolness of his hair-flip and helmet-wearing move. Her little heart pounded wildly.
She was slow to respond for several seconds before saying, “Oh, oh, be careful on the road, bye-bye.”
“Mm.”
Cheese Puff.
Xiang Di stood by the roadside, watching his figure fade into the distance as he rode away.
Sure enough, handsome people look good doing anything.
How could even riding an Electric Scooter be so cool, as if he wasn’t riding a small scooter but a big motorcycle?
Only after Bo Jiangxin had ridden far enough did Xiang Di reluctantly turn around.
On the way back home, bored and looking to pass the time with a few Cheese Puffs, Xiang Di dug into her bag and pulled out the one she hadn’t finished at the shop.
Surprisingly, there was even one half-eaten Puff left, though she’d forgotten why she only ate half.
Anyway, it was her leftover.
Xiang Di popped the half Cheese Puff into her mouth.
Though it didn’t taste as fresh as it did in the shop, it was still delicious.
While chewing, she absentmindedly thought: if this wasn’t her leftover but Bo Jiangxin’s, mixed with his flavor, it would taste even better.
Huh, why did she feel like she was becoming more and more like a lovesick fool? Even his leftovers weren’t off limits anymore.
If Bo Jiangxin knew she actually wanted to eat the Cheese Puff he had eaten, he—the guy with a cleanliness obsession—would probably hate her to death.
Xiang Di sighed. Bo Jiangxin would never understand this kind of thing. When you like someone very much, even their saliva tastes sweet to you; how could you be picky?
But it was normal he didn’t understand.
He’d always been the moon admired from afar. How could he know how tired her neck was?
People with cleanliness obsessions usually hate others touching their things for fear of contamination.
Xiang Di kept this in mind, which was why she had been extra careful today.
If she hadn’t washed her hair before going out, there was no way she would have worn his helmet, even if it meant breaking her head.
She absolutely couldn’t let him smell the oil in her hair!
But to Xiang Di’s surprise, Bo Jiangxin’s cleanliness obsession seemed not so severe today.
Not only did he let her sit behind him on his scooter, but also allowed her to wear his helmet.
Most importantly, he even let her hug his waist and lean against his back.
Thinking about how much physical contact they had today all at once, Xiang Di couldn’t help but chuckle.
Yeah, this was probably the reward for washing her hair today.
The person in the rearview mirror was gone. Bo Jiangxin withdrew his gaze and accelerated the Electric Scooter.
Wearing the helmet that Xiang Di had used, his sensitive sense of smell caught the scent of shampoo in her hair all the way home.
Bo Jiangxin finally understood where that sweet fragrance on her came from.
It came from her long hair.
The scent of coconut milk lingered throughout the ride, even giving him the illusion that Xiang Di was still sitting behind him.
Only when he got home and took off the helmet did he glance back to see the seat empty.
He suddenly remembered—Xiang Di had already been dropped off at home thirty minutes ago.
Bo Jiangxin pursed his lips.
Of course, how could he bring her back to his own Home?
He parked, set down the helmet, and carried the bag of desserts Xiang Di had bought for him inside.
At the shoe rack by the Veranda, a neat pair of men’s leather shoes was lined up. Bo Jiangxin frowned slightly.
But upon entering the Living Room, the large floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight flood the vast space, illuminating the extraordinary furniture and decor.
Only the Dish Auntie was busy dusting various jade, porcelain, and art pieces on the display cabinet.
“Back already?” The Auntie smiled at Bo Jiangxin’s return.
“I’ll prepare lunch for you right away.”
Bo Jiangxin gave a grunt and looked around before finally asking, “Where’s my dad?”
The Auntie answered, “He’s upstairs on the phone.”
Bo Jiangxin: “Is he eating lunch at Home today too?”
“Probably not. It looks like he just came back to pick something up.”
No sooner had the Auntie spoken than footsteps came from upstairs.
Bo Guang, dressed in a Suit, holding a sealed Document Envelope, descended the stairs.
Seeing his son below, the man’s gaze paused slightly. “Back already?”
“Mm.”
The man hurried along, perhaps feeling it insufficient to only say this to a son he hadn’t seen for a week.
So he added, “Since you’re back, get ready to eat. I have work, so I won’t eat at Home.”
Bo Guang didn’t ask why his son wasn’t at school on a Sunday morning.
Naturally, Bo Jiangxin wouldn’t ask why his father was still so busy on a Sunday either.
But compared to his father’s polished demeanor, the son obviously wasn’t going to give him that face.
Bo Jiangxin said flatly, “Suit yourself.”
Bo Guang’s expression instantly darkened.
Yet, as an elder, he was better at controlling emotions than the young.
Suppressing his anger, he asked, “By the way, did you send a message to my Secretary a few days ago? He didn’t reply promptly, and when he finally did, you didn’t respond. What did you want with him?”