CHAPTER 903: CHAPTER 721: LIKING YOU SINCE THE FIRST GLANCE 62

Pei Rong spoke with great confidence, but the corners of Bo Qin’s mouth held a hint of sarcasm, "Originally, I came to visit the elder from the Pei Family hoping for cooperation in this place, so the Pei Family would get a share of the benefits. I didn’t expect the elder to agree to your unreasonable requests."

Pei Rong’s expression changed slightly, then quickly returned to normal, "Actually, no loss at all, Mr. Bo. You know, my grandpa really likes you, and you respect him as well. Wouldn’t it be great if our two families joined forces?"

Bo Qin sneered, "Do you know how many people in the Imperial Capital want to join forces with the Bo Family?"

Pei Rong’s face turned slightly awkward, but she maintained her posture in front of Bo Qin, "You disregard the relationship with my Pei Family?"

Bo Qin retorted, "What does my relationship with the Pei Family matter?"

Pei Rong smiled and said nothing, turned, and walked to the bar, looking at Bo Qin, who was limp on the side, with confused eyes, "It doesn’t matter, Mr. Bo, as long as tonight passes, no, even before tonight ends, you must marry me."

Bo Qin’s smile remained, dazzlingly sharp, "Why does the Pei Family believe that if I sleep with you, I must marry you?

Is it because of the media exposure you arranged? In Fengcheng, does the Pei Family truly think they are powerful enough to control everything?

I won’t deny, the elder was formidable when he was young, but that’s not the case anymore, right.

In fact, you know it too, don’t you? Whether or not the photos get published is also an important factor; on what grounds do you think these media outlets would risk offending the Bo Family?

Turn to your Pei Family, and besides, I am now so weak, it’s difficult to even move a finger, do you think I could even touch you?"

Pei Rong has always been open and unrestrained about matters of love and intimacy, driven solely by her feelings; if she liked it, she embraced it freely, living boldly.

However, when faced with Bo Qin’s smiling question, she felt embarrassed for the first time; some people don’t need to be vulgar to make you feel ashamed. He was like snow atop a mountain ridge, utterly contemptuous of her. That feeling seeped from his gaze, permeating her every limb and joint.

Pei Rong found the embarrassment particularly harsh on her face. She thought for a moment, then opted not to respond, instead shaping a bewitching smile, "Mr. Bo, no matter what kind of provocation you use, I can accept it. My intention in getting involved with you isn’t to make you fall in love with me but to marry you;

as long as I achieve my goal in the end, the process doesn’t really matter."

Bo Qin’s expression remained unchanged, "If the Pei Family thinks it doesn’t matter, then naturally it doesn’t matter to me either. However, the matter of marriage is not something your Pei Family can decide."

For some reason, upon hearing Bo Qin’s words, Pei Rong’s face turned incredibly unpleasant, a sense of unease brewing inside her; she couldn’t fathom what the man before her was really planning.

Truth be told, Bo Qin has been navigating the business world for years, and it’s impossible to do so without having some tactics up his sleeve. Just to what extent he would go, she wasn’t sure; in fact, she didn’t understand him at all.

Bo Qin’s looks were exceptionally outstanding; his temperament belonged to the upper echelon. She would be happy to marry him, but Bo Qin’s attitude clearly didn’t wish to see her dreams come true, even with her grandfather involved, it wouldn’t succeed.

Moreover, it seemed that their plan, she and her grandfather’s, had angered him.

Unable to meet Bo Qin’s half-smiling, half-mocking gaze, Pei Rong felt as if she were stripped bare and discarded on the ground. Lowering her eyes, she spoke, "If that’s the case, let’s just wait and see, Mr. Bo. It’s really just a matter of you agreeing. I could agree to divorce after a year of marriage. During this year, whatever you want to do, I won’t intervene."

Bo Qin sneered, "Why should I let my life be defiled by you?"

His words were incredibly blunt and showed no courtesy, leaving Pei Rong’s face pale as a sheet.

She hurried into the dressing room, changed her clothes, and unlike before, she wasn’t stark naked in front of Bo Qin. After getting dressed, she still retained the aura of a high and mighty lady.

"Tonight is my birthday party, Mr. Bo. Can I hear a birthday greeting from you?"

Bo Qin smiled but remained silent; his gaze was profoundly deep, filled with danger, and Pei Rong dared not meet such eyes. Yet, she thought fleeing would look unsightly, so she leaned in, getting ready to kiss the corner of Bo Qin’s lips.

His lips were surprisingly thin, and they would probably feel very soft to kiss.

However, despite being entirely weak, as she moved in for the kiss, he made every effort to avoid it, and Pei Rong’s kiss landed on his jawline instead.