The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 122: Who Let You Call Mrs. Zhang In?

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Who Let You Call Mrs. Zhang In?

Every word he said sounded like only half a sentence, and Bo Yunshen, not waiting for the rest, couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer. He took a step toward Qin Yan, and with his movement, the spacious bedroom suddenly felt cramped.

Qin Yan startled as Bo Yunshen trapped her body between the wall and his chest—she could even feel the coolness emanating from him: "So, you’re taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state?!"

Taking advantage of someone?

Qin Yan couldn’t help but let out an inward sneer, suddenly recalling last night, when an ill Bo Yunshen held her in his arms and called out Lin Man’s name.

He had run a high fever, and she had tirelessly taken care of him. Instead, he treated her as a substitute for Lin Man, holding her close, kissing and touching her, taking all the liberties he could.

Was this her taking advantage of someone?

Qin Yan closed her eyes and forcefully pushed Bo Yunshen away: "I don’t understand what you mean."

Her move was forceful; it aggravated Bo Yunshen’s wound, and the man let out a muffled groan, turning pale instantly.

She had done it now—Qin Yan, that damned woman, knew he was injured and yet struck so fiercely!

Still acting like the thief playing innocent?

Or did Qin Yan think that something had changed between them because of whatever might have happened?

Did she expect him to kneel at her feet and beg her for mercy?!

To accept beating and scolding, presenting her with whatever she desired?

Bo Yunshen steadied himself, his large hands suddenly grasping Qin Yan’s wrists tightly, his fingertips applying pressure as if to crush her bones.

Qin Yan’s eyes reddened. Over so many years, only Bo Yunshen could so easily bring her to tears—no one else.

She bit down on her back teeth, her lips curved slightly upward, and with the other hand that was still somewhat free, she flicked Bo Yunshen’s clothes: "Are you angry about someone changing your clothes?"

"It wasn’t me who changed your clothes, it was Mrs. Zhang."

The disgust and rage in Bo Yunshen’s eyes shattered at Qin Yan’s words, and even the frosty expression on his face melted away.

As soon as Qin Yan finished speaking, an image of Mrs. Zhang’s wrinkled face suddenly flashed through his mind. The thought that the person he might have embraced and kissed repeatedly last night had changed from Qin Yan to Mrs. Zhang...

A wave of nausea surged up immediately, and genuine cold sweat broke out on Bo Yunshen’s body.

He didn’t believe it! His piercing gaze locked onto Qin Yan’s face, and as he stared, the corners of her mouth lifted, and a resolute certainty shone in her eyes.

The veins on Bo Yunshen’s forehead throbbed violently—oh how he wanted to strangle Qin Yan!

Damn it!

Had he been brain-dead yesterday, or was he blind to have mistaken Mrs. Zhang for his dearly beloved Manman?

Bo Yunshen had thought that holding Qin Yan last night had been disgusting enough; he hadn’t realized there could be anything more revolting.

He took a deep breath in distress, his ears ringing and stomach acid rising, as a torrent of emotions surged, squeezing his chest.

Bloodshot filled Bo Yunshen’s eyes, and suddenly, he reached out, gripping Qin Yan’s chin and forcing her to look at him. His voice carried a thinly suppressed rage: "Who gave you the right to call in Mrs. Zhang?! Who allowed you to make that decision on your own?! Why did Mrs. Zhang have to change my clothes?"

Qin Yan’s chin stung with pain, and her complexion turned pale. The force disparity left her without the strength to resist, fearing she would suffer even more at Bo Yunshen’s hands.

"Yunshen, you had a fever last night, you were drenched in sweat, and sweating on the wound could lead to infection—it had to be changed."

Her explanation was soft, as if her voice broke in her throat, infused with a rare fragility.

Bo Yunshen threw Qin Yan onto the only large bed in the room with such force that, even though the bed was soft, she still felt dizzy and her lips turned pale.

Her hair, neatly combed in the bathroom, was a mess again due to Bo Yunshen’s movements. Her head, which ached from staying up late to take care of him, now throbbed with pain.

It was as if something inside her had been displaced.

She took a deep breath and heard Bo Yunshen’s voice cut through the muddled scenes and reach Qin Yan’s ears.

"It can’t be Mrs. Zhang!"

Qin Yan swallowed hard. It couldn’t be Mrs. Zhang?

She knew Bo Yunshen disliked her, but was he really using this kind of excuse to pick on her?

There’s a saying that for someone who is already wrong in your eyes, whatever they do is wrong, isn’t there?

Qin Yan used to not understand, but now, looking at Bo Yunshen, she seemed to get it.

She sat up from the bed and smoothed her messy hair, "I thought you wouldn’t let me touch you."

Bo Yunshen froze.

That’s right!

He indeed did not want her to touch him!

In his eyes, even the over-fifty-year-old Mrs. Zhang was thousands of times better than Qin Yan!

His lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile; this woman Qin Yan, by asking this, was she trying to make him admit that he wanted her to change his clothes?!

Bo Yunshen snorted coldly, his voice rich and muffled through gritted teeth like a blunt knife stabbing straight into Qin Yan’s heart:

"Yes, you’re right! The person I, Bo Yunshen, despise the most is you, Qin Yan! Even if it’s Mrs. Zhang, having her change my clothes is better than you doing it!"

Qin Yan’s lips turned an indiscernible shade paler.

Catching the expression on Qin Yan’s face, Bo Yunshen’s lips curled slightly; he finally felt a tinge of satisfaction in his heart.

After fastening the top button of his shirt, restoring his stylish appearance, the man went to the bathroom to wash up before stepping out of the room.

Coming face to face with Mrs. Zhang who was walking up, Bo Yunshen suddenly stopped, his gaze turning profoundly enigmatic.

Seeing Bo Yunshen, Mrs. Zhang’s plain face flushed.

That sick feeling welled up in Bo Yunshen again, clouds of gloom covering his handsome face.

"Young Master, I’ve come up to clean the room."

Bo Yunshen’s brow twitched, suddenly recalling the disheveled bedsheets from last night, his face darkened further, his voice turning to extreme cold:

"There’s already Qin Yan in the bedroom; there’s no need for you here."

Mrs. Zhang understood, but her face blushed even redder.

Bo Yunshen’s tongue pressed against his thin lips, his gaze landing on Mrs. Zhang’s wrinkled face, his face turning pitch black.

A woman well into her fifties, not at all like Manman; he must have been delirious with illness last night!

And that despicable woman Qin Yan, what was she thinking, just watching him make advances on Mrs. Zhang!

Was it because she couldn’t have the love she wanted, so she used this method to deliberately disgust him?

Damn it!

Bo Yunshen’s expression grew even colder.

His clear, calm countenance was as if it had been submerged by a glacier!

Seeing Mrs. Zhang about to go downstairs, Bo Yunshen, with a dark face, called out to her threateningly, "About last night’s incident, don’t breathe a word of it."

Without hesitating, Mrs. Zhang nodded her head and replied, "Yes!"