Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 269: Good-for-Nothing
Tong Yan looked over, and Bo Yimo was leaning against the door. Today, he was dressed in a white casual shirt, which made his figure appear even more tall and slim. He exuded a sense of elegance, with his exquisite eyebrows and eyes. In the twilight morning light, he became even more alluring.
This was what people meant by "a person as gentle as jade, a young man unparalleled in the world."
Seeing him, Tong Yan somehow felt at ease.
#Knowing this mindset was incorrect, but still feeling that as long as it’s him, it’s fine#
Bo Yimo slowly walked towards her, curling his lips, "Darling, your body is really tempting..."
Really tempting...
Tempting...
Tempting...
...
Tong Yan realized, picked up a pillow next to her, and threw it right at him. Damn it, he was the one who changed her clothes!
Despicable!
Shameless!
Vulgar!
No shame!
At this moment, a voice sounded outside the door, "Young master, the Old Master has called for you to come downstairs."
Old Master?
Tong Yan froze for a moment. The Old Master is...
Without receiving any response, the servant outside again said, "Young master, the Old Master said if you don’t come down, he will come up himself."
Soon after, Bo Yimo opened the door and went out.
The servant following behind couldn’t help but sigh, Old Master is truly a step ahead in understanding, knowing that only he could manage the young master, knowing that one call wouldn’t be enough to move him.
Tong Yan watched Bo Yimo leave and jumped up from the bed.
From the conversation just now, it seemed like Young Master Mo’s family was here. Oh no, this is going to cause trouble.
For some reason, Tong Yan suddenly felt nervous. She looked at her clothes which seemed too casual, not formal enough. No, this won’t do.
After dawdling for over twenty minutes, Tong Yan leisurely made her way downstairs.
Step by step, she went from the third floor to the first floor and then to the living room, where she saw an elderly man sitting. He was full of vigor, wearing a deep red Tang suit embroidered with golden Chinese characters for "fortune," with a mandarin collar style that made him seem particularly spirited.
When she looked at him, their eyes met.
What could she say?
This old man was not simple.
She had seen all sorts of people—humble ones, wise ones, arrogant ones—and this old man seemed to be someone who had weathered many storms, carrying a decisive and formidable presence. Such people were used to commanding and had the aura of someone in power.
This must be the Old Master Bo, right?
At this moment, many ways to greet flashed through Tong Yan’s mind, but in the end, she simply opened her mouth, respectfully and without seeming unfamiliar, "Good morning, Old Master."
The Old Master Bo acted as if he hadn’t heard, staring ahead, clearly not wanting to engage.
Given the Bo Family’s status and position, was there a need to interact with such a young and inexperienced girl? No need.
Especially for Old Master Bo.
Yet there were always those who would undermine him, such as his most favored grandson.
Bo Yimo, sitting beside him, just opposite her, looked up and saw her. He smiled, "Darling, have a seat first. I’ll have the servant warm up breakfast for you."
Old Master Bo: ...
The Bo family surely didn’t have such a spineless descendant!
Running at the sight of a woman.
He couldn’t tell whose traits he’d inherited.
This Old Master Bo, who had experienced so many years, clearly forgot how he used to pursue the old madam in his youth.
He was no less intrepid.
Tong Yan really wanted to leave without a word, but without thinking, she knew Young Master Mo wouldn’t let her go. Resigned, she walked over to the couch opposite Bo Yimo and sat down.
She felt that once she sat down, the surrounding air became even colder.
Was it her illusion...?
