The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 65: Does He Dote on Qin Yan?

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Does He Dote on Qin Yan?

He dotes on Qin Yan? Has his brain been kicked by a donkey?

He even dotes on Qin Yan!

That cheap woman Qin Yan destroyed his love, ousted Manman to become Mrs. Bo, scheming and heavy-minded. Such a wench deserves to be adored?

The man’s figure was turned away from Qin Yinyin, dark and oppressive like the clouds in the sky, heavy with a foreboding sense of impending storm yet unpredictably calm.

And what the hell was up with the "little fatty" sitting at the same desk?

Why are the classmates of that bastard so weird? At such a young age, not focused on their studies, gossiping every day at school about their parents’ romantic exploits?

As annoying as that bastard!

Bo Yunshen clearly remembered that last night at dinner when he threatened Qin Yinyin by saying that Qin Yan didn’t want her, he also said that Bo Group didn’t require overtime.

He didn’t know if the bastard had actually forgotten or was just pretending to be dumb!

But whether it was the former or the latter, Qin Yinyin had successfully managed to add a touch of depression to Bo Yunshen’s mood!

He suddenly turned around, strode to the dining table, reached out to pull the garbage from the bin, and said coldly and detachedly, "You’re overthinking it, I’m going out to throw away the garbage."

Bo Yunshen had never done something like this before.

The man was very fastidious about cleanliness, hiring Aunt Chen every day to clean at Hai Wan Xiang Xie. Moreover, he rarely ate at the villa, so there wasn’t much garbage!

Not only had Qin Yinyin made dinner last night, but Bo Yunshen, out of anger, had also driven Grandma Chen away. She left in a hurry and forgot to take out the garbage.

When Bo Yunshen picked up the garbage, he felt disgusted!

Damn it!

If it weren’t for Qin Yan and Qin Yinyin, would he have sunk so low?!

After throwing out the garbage, Bo Yunshen returned to find Qin Yinyin sitting on the living room sofa reading a children’s storybook.

Upon hearing his footsteps, Qin Yinyin lifted her head to look in Bo Yunshen’s direction. Her delicate features made her appear angelic, except for the severe wound on her head, which marred her overall beauty.

Bo Yunshen furrowed his brows; the wound on her head was treated with medicine he had applied last night, and by this time, it ought to be changed.

Realizing he was actually worried about Qin Yan’s daughter, Bo Yunshen snorted coldly, feeling like he was being nosy.

Now that Qin Yan had been found, why should he care about Qin Yinyin? After all, once Qin Yan awoke, she wouldn’t ignore the situation!

Thinking this, Bo Yunshen indifferently withdrew his gaze, as if he had never seen Qin Yinyin’s look, and strode upstairs.

There were still documents at the company that hadn’t been processed, and the man went straight to the study after going upstairs.

As soon as he opened his computer, his gaze fell on the wastebasket in the study.

Bo Yunshen’s brows twitched; the contents of the wastebasket seemed unmistakably like a photograph.

His study was clean, and there was only that one photograph in the wastebasket, or more accurately, pieces of it lying in the pristine bin.

Bo Yunshen marched forward, bent over, and picked up the photo from the bin; the entire photo was crumpled out of shape, and the middle, where the two people were next to each other, was even torn.

The woman’s face was scribbled out with a marker, her delicate features unrecognizable; his own face had also been crumpled and distorted...

Bo Yunshen’s breath hitched, anger rising visibly in his eyes.

Wasn’t this photo supposed to be on his bedroom nightstand? How did it end up in the study?

The man carefully recalled the events, and realized that when he had thrown Qin Yan into the bedroom last night, he had been distracted by her and had failed to notice something had been discarded in the room.

Bo Yunshen’s fingers, as they clenched the photograph, became pale at the knuckles, veins bulging.

When he left Hai Wan Xiang Xie the night before, Qin Yinyin was the only one left in the villa, and he didn’t need to guess who was responsible.

He gripped the photograph tightly, unable to contain the fury boiling inside him. After pausing for a few minutes inside the room, he saw the curtains of the study drawn open, sunlight filtering in through the window. Despite the scorching summer day, the warmth did nothing to soften Bo Yunshen’s expression.

The man suddenly moved. He strode out of the study, quickly descended the stairs, and walked over to the couch, coming to a stop beside Qin Yinyin.

Caught up in the most interesting part of her book, Qin Yinyin sensed a shadow over her, tilted her small face up and looked up. The smile on her lips melted away like a sugar cube, sweet and tender, soft and obedient.

"Daddy..."

Bo Yunshen squatted down, using all his strength to slam the photograph onto the coffee table.

With a "smack," the dull yet loud noise wiped the smile off Qin Yinyin’s face.

"What is the meaning of this photograph?!"

Bo Yunshen’s voice seemed to contain an ice cube, a bone-chilling cold emanating from his throat, freezing enough to spark a hint of fear in Qin Yinyin’s eyes.

She looked at Bo Yunshen timidly, her unease growing; she didn’t understand how her father could have seen this photograph.

She had thrown it into the trash can in her father’s bedroom last night, then picked it up again and taken it to the study.

The trash can there was clean, a clear sign her father seldom visited that room.

Qin Yinyin had even cleverly thought that Grandma Chen would come by to collect the trash...

She didn’t want to see photographs of her daddy with other aunties. Little Fatty had said his own daddy would never have affairs with other women.

Although she didn’t even know what "affairs" meant.

Qin Yinyin’s silence fully ignited Bo Yunshen’s rage.

He had said at breakfast, after all, that the little bastard had told him she was young and clueless, asking him not to hit her—what was that supposed to mean? He wasn’t brain-dead; how could he not understand exactly what had happened?

Bo Yunshen truly felt like a fool for feeling pity toward Qin Yinyin earlier, thinking she was frightened by his trophies and certificates.

Bullshit!

She was worried about the photograph being exposed and him beating her mercilessly, wasn’t she?

Bo Yunshen ground his teeth, each word polished in his throat for several minutes before he slowly spat out two words, and his severe intensity poured forth, "Speak up!"

Qin Yan’s wild child, who had just last night stood before his bed praising Manman’s beauty, even asking him to introduce them.

A three-year-old child, yet so duplicitous it was infuriating!

He would never believe it wasn’t Qin Yan’s doing!

He only blamed himself for believing in Qin Yinyin before, forgetting she was still that slut Qin Yan’s daughter.

Qin Yan despised Manman, so how could her bastard offspring feel any differently?

Indeed, true to Qin Yan’s offspring, so vile and malicious at such a young age, tearing up his and Manman’s photograph and even knowing to destroy the evidence!

If it weren’t for someone in his bedroom, perhaps he wouldn’t have gone to the study, and if he hadn’t gone to the study, maybe indeed today the little bastard would have gotten away with it!

Qin Yinyin’s small body trembled, fear and bewilderment deepening in her eyes. Only when meeting Bo Yunshen’s fiery gaze did she faintly realize that she had truly angered her father.