110: Chapter 110: Drawing Funds 110: Chapter 110: Drawing Funds “Brother, where are you now?” Jing Ruo asked, not eager for a reply, but continued, “Anyway, why don’t you come back first?

Given Dad’s temperament, I think him saying he’ll arrive tomorrow could just be a bluff.”

Bo Jingshen was frowning deeply.

Although he usually didn’t take Jing Ruo’s words too seriously, he knew at this moment that Jing Ruo was not wrong.

Because Jing Ce was such an unpredictable person, his actions were always bizarre, and it seemed that due to the Jing Family’s manipulative way of upbringing, he naturally lacked the ability to trust others.

Therefore, even in the business world, he often employed deceptive tactics.

When Bo Jingshen was first brought back to Beijing, he didn’t know Jing Ce well enough and often suffered due to Jing Ce’s strange ways of working and personality.

Once bitten, twice shy, Bo Jingshen was particularly cautious about Jing Ce’s temperament, and he didn’t need Jing Ruo to remind him to take it seriously.

“Brother?” Jing Ruo called out to him again.

“I know.

I’m coming back now,” Bo Jingshen said, his voice tired as if the fatigue alleviated by the previously cold and unsatisfactory hangover soup, and the comfortable hot shower he had taken, were now all coming back with a vengeance.

Jing Ruo on the other end of the line sounded much relieved and her voice relaxed considerably.

Last night, she had inquired about some information from Tang Cheng and had gone to the car park for leisure, where Bo Jingshen happened to see her.

She was worried that Bo Jingshen might misunderstand and was very cautious in her speech, but now that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, so Jing Ruo also felt much relieved.

She said quietly, “Then can you bring some food back for me?

If it’s not convenient, forget about it.”

Although Bo Jingshen was usually indifferent towards Jing Ruo, he wasn’t really that bad.

For instance, even though he was very tired at the moment, he didn’t refuse her request and even asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Jing Ruo chuckled on the other end, “I want spicy hot pot, more meatballs, fewer vegetables, moderately spicy.”

“Got it.”

Bo Jingshen hung up the phone and stood up from the sofa.

As he walked to the front hall, he glanced back at the not-too-large house, feeling a slow emergence of reluctance in his heart.

He silently sighed softly, changed his shoes, and left.

Su Lu came out of the hospital and rushed home, then on a whim, stopped by a supermarket near the neighborhood and bought some food and ingredients to take back.

No matter how she thought about it, the hangover soup this morning was rather rudimentary mainly due to lack of time.

She walked back holding the brimming shopping bags in her hands, her steps light and her mood quite good.

Humming a cheerful tune, she entered the elevator, staring at the floor numbers displayed.

Although it was moving at the usual speed, it felt to her as if it was slower.

It wasn’t the speed of the elevator that was slow; it was simply her eagerness.

Su Lu entered her code and opened the door.

As soon as she stepped into the front hall, for some reason, those light and joyful emotions in her heart suddenly vanished.

It might seem metaphysical, but a room with people definitely has a certain “human touch”, and this notion of “human touch” is quite metaphysical.

A room inhabited by people has this “human touch”.

But if no one has been in the house for even just a couple of days, it noticeably exudes a coldness, no matter how warmly it is decorated.

As Su Lu entered the front hall, her initially pounding heart gradually returned to a normal pace.

For some reason, she didn’t need to go in and look; she already knew that Bo Jingshen was not there.

Su Lu walked in with the bags.

The living room was already empty, without the tall man with long legs lying crookedly on the carpet, his legs draped over the sofa, sleeping deeply.

Only a neatly folded blanket, that had been covering him, lay on the sofa, indicating that someone had once slept there.

Su Lu walked into the kitchen carrying shopping bags, intending to put the groceries into the fridge.

Her gaze paused when she saw the mint green enamel pot in the sink.

She reached out and gently lifted the lid, only to find it completely empty.

She wondered whether he had drunk or disposed of the hangover soup she had hastily made…

After storing the groceries in the fridge, Su Lu walked back to the living room and realized that the door to her studio seemed to have been opened…

She entered the studio.

There weren’t many changes, but the one change that could be considered significant had indeed become quite conspicuous.

“This…” Su Lu quickened her pace and walked up to her easel.

The nearly finished painting of the seaside night scene, brimming with worldly life, that had been on the easel, was gone!

Both the frame and the canvas had disappeared!

In place of where the frame once stood, a large clip holding a bank card was now clamped.

And that bank card looked very familiar.

“Isn’t this the prize money card…” Su Lu muttered.

It was indeed the card Bo Jingshen won from racing, which was meant for her, but in her disoriented state at the time, she opted to leave and had Jiang Li return it to Bo Jingshen.

Who knew that after all the hassle, it would end up back with her.

Su Lu took the bank card down and saw that the back of the card was inscribed with two forceful and sharp characters written with a fine oil pen — “Painting Funds.”

“Sigh.” Su Lu let out a soft sigh and sat down on the carpet, holding a soft cushion and curling up comfortably.

She took out her cellphone and dialed Bo Jingshen’s number, but was unable to connect.

Sometimes it was hard to get through on the phone.

Su Lu herself experienced this sometimes, perhaps because of how prevalent WeChat had become.

So Su Lu wasn’t disappointed, and was about to open WeChat to send a voice call when an incoming call came through.

It was a strange number, and Su Lu answered it.

“Hello, who is this?”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and after a short pause, a somewhat low voice spoke, sounding very formal.

“May I speak to Miss Su?”

“Yes, this is she.

Who is this?” Su Lu asked.

There was another pause on the other end before the person replied, not hurriedly, “It’s like this, Boss’s grand opening banquet is in three days, set at the Yunding Hotel.

We hope that Miss Su can make time to attend.”

“Ah.” Su Lu thought it made sense—despite Boss possibly already starting some operations, a company of this stature establishing a branch here wouldn’t just quietly fade away.

There would certainly be a grand opening celebration.

She didn’t think much of it and immediately agreed, “Alright, I know.

I will be there on time.”

“We look forward to welcoming Miss Su then.

Goodbye,” the voice on the other end remained formal.

Listening to such a voice naturally made people take things seriously and not dare to treat it lightly.

Su Lu also became very formal, “Thank you, goodbye.”