Chapter 152 - Feeling Like A Tycoon's Mistress

Early the next morning, Shen Fanxing was still in her pajamas washing her face when the doorbell rang.

She hurried downstairs to open the door, and saw Bo Jinchuan's tall figure standing there.

He wore a navy blue shirt with a dark blazer hanging over his arm. The moment he saw her, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Good morning."

He smiled as he spoke, but Shen Fanxing took some time to react.

"Why… are you here so early?"

She turned around to glance at the time. It was only 7:00 a.m. now. If he came from Grand View Manor… wouldn't he have to wake up at 6:00 a.m.?

But he went back so late last night.

"It's fine."

replied Bo Jinchuan airily as he dangled the tie in his hand.

Realization dawned on Shen Fanxing as she moved aside to let him in. She reached out to take the tie from him and stood on her toes to tie it around his collar.

"You came here so early in the morning so that I can help you with the tie?"

"Yeah."

"Then who used to help you with your tie?"

Bo Jinchuan's gaze never left her face. The gentle morning light shone on her face, creating a hazy glow. There were a few locks of hair casually framing her face.

She was naturally pretty at any time.

"Me, but I have a girlfriend now," he replied with his eyes still peeled on her.

Shen Fanxing paused and gave him a look.

"You're indeed good at emphasizing that I'm your girlfriend."

"If you're unwilling, I won't look for you next time."

"Then who do you want to look for?" asked Shen Fanxing.

Bo Jinchuan's lips curled into a sly grin before he wrapped his arm around her waist. He tugged her closer to him. "Aunt Zhang?"

"Pfft…"

Shen Fanxing couldn't help but laugh as she adjusted his tie.

"It's cold."

It hadn't occurred to her that this man had the ability to crack jokes.

Bo Jinchuan didn't seem to understand the underlying meaning of her remark. After hearing her, his gaze swept across the thin pajamas she was wearing. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.

Shen Fanxing asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"

She was brought to a spacious room. After Bo Jinchuan entered, he picked up the remote control and pressed a button.

A soft buzzing sound was heard and Shen Fanxing turned her head doubtfully. Surprise filled her eyes.

There was a gentle glow of warm light coming from the interior as the door opened. The spacious walk-in closet was filled with casual and professional clothes. There were also gowns, bags, hats, sunglasses and silk scarves. Everything was selected according to Shen Fanxing's preferences.

Simple, elegant, and everything was far from being ostentatious.

"Wear more layers if you're cold. Don't fall sick again," reminded Bo Jinchuan.

After overcoming her initial surprise, Shen Fanxing looked at Bo Jinchuan.

"Why do I feel like we're not dating?"

"Huh?"

"I feel like I'm a tycoon's mistress."

He had bought the house, clothes, shoes, and accessories. Everything was prepared for her.

He had even prepared pajamas and lingerie for her. What else could he not do?

Yet, Bo Jinchuan didn't seem to like listening to her. He frowned slightly and said coldly,

"I have never kept a mistress."

"I'm just giving an example. Moreover, a mistress lives a rather carefree life. That's pretty good too."

Bo Jinchuan stared at her and fell silent for a while. He looked as though he was considering something serious.

After a while, his deep voice sounded.

"I'll keep you as my only mistress then."