He did not have the habit of sleeping without underwear.
The dirty one had already been thrown into the trash. He could have his assistant send over another one, or order one through an app, but that wouldn't fundamentally solve the problem.
He needed to have a formal talk with Shu Qingqing.
Between them, apart from co-parenting their child, there would be no further physical relations of any kind.
If Shu Qingqing still harbored other fantasies, perhaps they... could only get a divorce.
Lu Bochuan glanced at the time: half past midnight.
The matter could wait until tomorrow.
But after working non-stop all day, both physically and mentally exhausted, he had lost his usual patience and just wanted to talk now.
Pulling open his door, he walked towards the opposite room.
When the knocking sounded, Shu Qingqing was watching a movie.
It had to be said, using a projector costing several hundred thousand was just different. In comparison, the two-thousand-yuan projector she had once gritted her teeth and bought before seemed like a child's toy.
The sound effects, the picture quality—it felt even more amazing than being in a cinema.
A horror movie late at night was just too thrilling.
In the quiet corridor on screen, a woman in full traditional wedding attire was going from room to room, searching for the heartless man who had abandoned her. This room was empty, that one too...
She guessed the heartless man probably wasn't here.
The "bang bang bang" of knocking startled Shu Qingqing immensely.
Covering her chest, she looked at the big screen—no, there wasn't anyone there either? Could it be a trick by the heartless man to divert her attention?
Just as she was thinking this, the knocking sounded again.
Only then did Shu Qingqing realize it was her own door.
Who was coming to scare people in the middle of the night like this?
Shu Qingqing opened the door, and what met her eyes was a handsome man fresh from the bath.
The man wore a bathrobe. Within the V-shaped neckline, his pectoral muscles were faintly visible. This person definitely didn't skimp on his workouts. Further up was a sexy Adam's apple, a sharp jawline, lips with a sensual M-shape, a high nose bridge, and behind frameless glasses, a pair of attractive phoenix eyes...
Damn... it was Lu Bochuan.
Shu Qingqing immediately took a step back.
She knew Lu Bochuan was handsome, but for him to come knocking on her door in the middle of the night wearing a bathrobe—wasn't he afraid she might not be able to resist pouncing on him?
No, stop that dangerous train of thought.
But those pectoral muscles really were something!
Shu Qingqing took another half-step back before asking, "You... need something?"
Lu Bochuan's voice was cold. "We need to talk."
"Uh... now?" Shu Qingqing glanced again at the bathrobe, asking uncertainly.
Clearly, it was she who had deliberately hidden his underwear to lure him into knocking, yet now she was putting on this act of keeping her distance.
Lu Bochuan couldn't help but let his voice turn colder. "Yes, now."
Shu Qingqing tried her best to raise her gaze, avoiding looking at his chest. "Tomorrow. It's a bit inconvenient right now."
Why did Lu Bochuan suddenly want to talk? Was he going to bring up divorce? No, she was watching a horror movie, her mind too excited and not calm, which wouldn't be good for negotiating in her own interest.
Besides, if they were going to talk, he should at least wear normal clothes, right? And she was also in her pajamas.
Shu Qingqing's refusal was too firm.
Lu Bochuan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Fine. Then give me back my clothes."
Shu Qingqing was puzzled. "What clothes? Aren't all your clothes in your own room?" The two had never lived together, and their clothes certainly weren't mixed up.
Lu Bochuan: "My underwear."
Shu Qingqing still didn't understand. "What underwear?"
Lu Bochuan, having reached his limit, said in a low voice, "My boxers!"
Huh?
Boxers?
Shu Qingqing was about to retort, "What would I, not being a pervert, do with your boxers?" when several fragments suddenly flashed through her mind—six months ago, the original host had tried to seduce him and was rejected. After Lu Bochuan left, the original host had taken all the boxers from his room and put them in her own.
The purpose was to make Lu Bochuan come to her room looking for them, and then find an opportunity to...
The original host had done this before and was harshly rejected by Lu Bochuan. Who would have thought she'd try the same trick again, and now Shu Qingqing was the one caught in the situation...
How on earth did the original host come up with such a tactic? She was simply speechless!
But the problem still needed to be solved.
She tried hard to recall. Lu Bochuan's boxers seemed to have been hidden by the original host in a cabinet in her walk-in closet. There seemed to be, like, seven or eight pairs...
So Lu Bochuan right now, wasn't wearing any?!
Shu Qingqing didn't dare to speculate further. Suppressing her embarrassment, she pointed towards the walk-in closet. "They're all in there. You can go get them yourself."
Lu Bochuan walked in silently. As soon as he entered, he suddenly heard a piercing scream, followed by seeing a huge, terrifying close-up of a woman's face on the screen.
Shu Qingqing was staying up late watching a horror movie?
He seemed to remember she was somewhat timid?
Lu Bochuan quickly dismissed the thought and began opening the wardrobe to search.
However, the walk-in closet was filled with an overwhelming amount of women's clothing: bags, shoes, jewelry, dresses, pajamas, coats... He went through an entire wall of wardrobe without finding his things.
Meanwhile, Shu Qingqing stood at the entrance of the walk-in closet, looking like she wished she could be miles away from him.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Lu Bochuan spoke in a low voice, "Help me look."
Shu Qingqing slowly walked over, opened the wardrobe on the opposite side, then pulled open the middle drawer. A stack of men's boxers was neatly arranged inside.
Placed right beside them were the original host's own underwear...
Shu Qingqing looked up at the ceiling.
Some people are alive, but they are already dead.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the pile belonging to the original host and tossed it aside before saying to Lu Bochuan, "Take them."
Lu Bochuan said nothing, took his things, turned, and left.
Shu Qingqing returned to the bed, silently turned off the projector, and pulled the covers over her head.
She was in no mood to watch the movie anymore. She'd better sleep early, get some rest, and wait for Lu Bochuan to talk to her.
She slept straight until eleven.
It had to be said, this bed was really comfortable to sleep in.
Such a wonderful life—she'd be willing to live it for another hundred years.
Satisfied, Shu Qingqing rolled over and habitually reached for her phone, intending to scroll through Weibo for a bit. Instead, she saw a message in WeChat: "Let's talk at 8 PM."
The contact note was "Dear Husband," and the chat was pinned at the top.
Scrolling up through the chat history, it was almost entirely the original host's one-sided messages, with Lu Bochuan replying at most with an "Mhm" or "Okay."
Shu Qingqing directly unpinned the chat, changed the contact note to "Lu Bochuan," and then replied with a single "Okay."
At dinnertime, Lu Bochuan did not return. Shu Qingqing originally thought their talk wouldn't happen today, so she planned to go back to her room and continue watching yesterday's horror movie.
Who would have thought that just as she turned on the projector, Lu Bochuan appeared.
He was wearing a deep gray suit, a brown tie neatly fastened just below his Adam's apple. His hair was neatly combed back, and a pair of frameless glasses rested on his high nose bridge—handsome yet steady, perfectly embodying the image of a restrained, aloof CEO.
Shu Qingqing thought to herself, how did this look like the father of two children? Going out like this would surely captivate thousands of young women.
"Let's go to the study," Lu Bochuan suggested.
Shu Qingqing followed him into the study and sat down opposite the desk.
Lu Bochuan took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Xiao Shu, we agreed before we got married. Apart from raising the child together, we would not have any physical relationship. It's just that you've repeatedly crossed the line... If you continue like this, I think we can only..."
Before Lu Bochuan could finish his sentence, a sudden sound of shattering glass came from downstairs, followed by Lu Xun's scream.
