Cutie Delivered, Please Sign for it
Chapter 845 - 842: With Him, I Feel at Ease

Chapter 845: Chapter 842: With Him, I Feel at Ease

Yan Bo didn’t make much noise next, because he seemed to be very engrossed in watching the match.

Ling Qingyun, who was perceptive, although didn’t quite understand why Young Master Yan seemed a little different from before, comforted himself that probably Yan Bo was facing some work-related issues, and thus, was in a bad mood, which made him seem distracted.

The match was over, but Yan Bo didn’t quite enjoy it; probably because he had some things on his mind, or perhaps, the person sitting beside him made him feel uncomfortable.

After the match, Yan Bo said to Manager Xiao in a forthright manner, "Manager Xiao, have someone send me the data for the Boxing Gym tomorrow. I will consider the investment carefully."

Manager Xiao’s face bloomed like a flower upon hearing this and seeing that he had no intention of staying any longer, he hurriedly and diligently escorted him to the parking lot.

Ling Qingyun walked with Yan Bo to his car, "Young Master, where would you like to go for a few drinks next?"

Yan Bo opened the car door, holding it as he turned to bid farewell to Ling Qingyun, "No, I’ve been going non-stop these past few days, my body’s feeling a bit worn out! Another day, I’ll treat you to a drink!"

Having been accustomed to taking the highest place among his peers right from his childhood, Yan Bo didn’t bother changing his usual habits.

Yan Bo seemed to have forgotten that he had already promised Ling Qingyun to go for a drink after watching the match.

Ling Qingyun, however, remembered clearly, but seeing Yan Bo’s lack of enthusiasm, he didn’t insist and patted his shoulder, expressing his genuine concern, "Then you should hurry home and rest. We can make plans some other time."

Yan Bo drove back to his residence, but he didn’t rush to take a shower. Instead, he poured himself a glass of red wine and sat down by the windowsill, sipping the wine alone while gazing out at the not-so-bustling night view.

Only a true connoisseur can appreciate the exquisite taste of a fine wine when sipped together.

Some feelings, if not shared with a soulmate, even spoken about, do not resonate with others.

Yan Bo sipped the wine in his glass delicately, playing with his mobile phone in his hand, ultimately resisting the urge to call her.

At this very moment, the person he wished to call was curled up in bed, engrossed in a book.

Having just finished a phone call with her parents, Tong Xiaohua felt unsettled for some reason.

Although her parents said they were enjoying themselves abroad, Tong Xiaohua always felt something was amiss.

She longed to talk to someone about these odd feelings, but when she picked up her phone, she realized there was no one suitable to call.

Because of her status as the daughter of Tong’s head, hardly anyone dared to approach her from a young age. She wasn’t an introverted person; she could talk to her parents and to Uncle Ming and Uncle Yuan, but there were always things she couldn’t discuss with these elders.

Others could easily find a stranger to talk to in a bar, but as someone whose entourage always included several bodyguards, who could overlook her identity?

Moreover, in her current situation, how could she dare to disclose her vulnerabilities and pain to others?

Racked with an unrest she couldn’t dispel, she simply picked up a book in an attempt to divert her attention.

In the end, she didn’t even know when she fell asleep, only that, when she woke up the next morning, she still held the book from last night in her hands.

Sitting up in bed, she reached out and placed the book on the bedside cabinet.

A piece of paper fluttered out from the book, and Tong Xiaohua picked it up, a smile surfacing in her eyes as she looked at the elegant handwriting. While her eyes seemed to be fixed on the words on the paper, she began to imagine a man, serious and confident in his knowledge.

If there were such an attractive and erudite mentor at university, the classroom would probably be packed, right?

And such a man, amazingly, was going to be her, Tong Xiaohua’s, private "Mentor," teaching her alone. The very thought filled her with delightful anticipation.

Tong Xiaohua, whose vanity was greatly satisfied, carefully clipped the note back into her book and got out of bed with her energy fully restored.

"Uncle Yuan, please tell Uncle Guan that I won’t be coming home for dinner tonight, and see if Uncle Ming is coming over to eat or not. Anyway, don’t prepare a portion for me."

As Uncle Yuan was holding a bunch of roses picked from the garden, he heard her words, stood in front of her, and examined her seriously for a while. Wanting to say something, he finally swallowed his words and just nodded his head.

Then, testing the waters, he asked, "Do you want me to prepare a late-night snack for you? You might not get enough to eat at a social gathering, right?"

Tong Xiaohua shook her head, speaking frankly, "No need, I’m going to have dinner with Yan Bo; it’s not a social gathering."

Uncle Yuan’s face showed surprise, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

However, Tong Xiaohua did not realize that, after a few meetings, she had subconsciously categorized Yan Bo as a friend.

With him, it wasn’t a social obligation but an interaction that allowed her to relax and unwind.

Being with him, whether chatting or dining, was not a burden for her but a pleasing association.

Uncle Yuan’s thoughtful gaze lingered on Tong Xiaohua for a few seconds, and after a while, he finally said, "Alright then, give my regards to Young Master Yan Bo!"

"Mm..."

Tong Xiaohua acknowledged his statement, and as Uncle Yuan turned to leave with the flowers, she called out to him again.

"Uncle Yuan!"

Uncle Yuan turned back to look at her, "Hmm?"

"Do you know where Yan Bo’s company is located?" Without waiting for his reply, she continued, "Also, is there a restaurant nearby that has a mild taste and good flavor?"

Uncle Yuan sighed inwardly, steadied his emotions, and replied, "I will check for you, you go have breakfast first."

Yet Tong Xiaohua had no idea that her words were like casting a big stone into the heart of Uncle Yuan, who still saw her as a little girl.

As she left with Qin Ming to run errands, Uncle Yuan didn’t care what time it was overseas and directly dialed Mr. Tong’s phone.

"Boss, Miss seems to be in love!" Uncle Yuan reported to Mr. Tong with a tone of heartfelt concern.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Tong was silent for a moment before responding in a hoarse and exhausted voice, "Isn’t that a good thing? It’s Young Master Yan Bo, right?"

Only then did Uncle Yuan notice the abnormality in Mr. Tong’s voice and suddenly remembered that it was the middle of the night overseas.

"Boss, haven’t you slept yet? Or did I wake you up?" Uncle Yuan was somewhat uneasy and guilty.

"Haven’t slept... Xiao Wei’s condition hasn’t been good; she’s been in so much pain these past few days that she can’t sleep..."

Mr. Tong’s words were laden with deep sorrow, which made Uncle Yuan feel gloomy too. He fell silent for a while, wanting to say something to comfort him, but then he heard the boss continue.

"Remember not to tell Xiao Hua, let her and Young Master Yan Bo be. Whatever she wants to do, let her be; don’t interfere too much. She has grown up and should have a proper romance!"

"Boss, about Young Master Yan Bo..."

"It’s fine, he’s a responsible man. If Xiao Hua really has something with him, I’d be at ease."