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Chapter 882 - 879 What are you doing, looking for death?

Chapter 882: Chapter 879 What are you doing, looking for death?

She thought she would probably never be good at cooking in her lifetime, because she couldn’t even figure out what the ingredients were.

She doubted that if she really made some dishes, they would be more suitable for killing than flattering.

Tong Xiaohua, who was extremely self-aware, retreated into Yan Bo’s study, found a book, and started reading on the single sofa by the window.

When she saw the collection of essays on the bookshelf, Tong Xiaohua thought she had read it wrong.

She had thought that a standard science-oriented man like Yan Bo would not read such emotional books. When she confirmed she wasn’t mistaken, she thought the book was probably neglected by its owner after purchase.

However, when she opened the book, it was not hard to tell that it was frequently read. Some parts even had creases, which were generally made as bookmarks.

It seemed that she really knew very little about Yan Bo.

The essays were by a very famous domestic essayist, and they were sincere and touching. Tong Xiaohua was so fascinated that she quickly read through dozens of pages.

It wasn’t until she turned to a new page and saw a simple bookmark that her thoughts broke away from the text.

Originally, she had no intention of prying into others’ secrets.

But the bookmark was so blunt—it just had a big red heart on it, and below the heart was a line of English.

BoBo: I Love You! __by Killy

So, Yan Bo’s English name was BoBo?

And quite evidently, this bookmark was a declaration of love.

Tong Xiaohua’s gaze settled on that bookmark for who knows how long until she suddenly closed the book.

Apart from feeling the embarrassment and shame of having peeped at someone else’s secret, there was also a bit of sadness.

But what was she sad about?

Yan Bo was such an excellent man, it was only natural for someone to like him, wasn’t it?

Tong Xiaohua put the book back in its place and nestled back into the sofa, taking out her class notes from that morning from her bag, trying to dispel the sadness at the bottom of her heart.

But what exactly was written on the notes? She recognized every word, but she couldn’t grasp at all the meaning of the words when put together.

She maintained her absent-minded state until Yan Bo returned.

After the knock on the door came Yan Bo’s voice, "Xiao Hua?"

"I’m here..." Tong Xiaohua replied weakly.

Yan Bo sensed something unusual, puzzled. She had been fine when she came back, so why did she seem so exhausted now?

Yan Bo pushed the door open, strode over to the window, leaned over with his hands on the armrest, and looked straight into her eyes.

"What’s wrong, are you tired? If you’re tired, you can sleep. I have a guest room here."

Tong Xiaohua’s drooping eyelids indeed made her look exhausted, but in reality, she wasn’t tired, just disheartened.

As for the reason for her disheartenment?

Perhaps it was the onslaught of mental images of golden-haired, blue-eyed, sexy figures that had struck her.

"I’m fine..." Tong Xiaohua shook her head and muttered in a muffled voice.

Even she didn’t realize that it was only in Yan Bo’s presence that she acted more like an eighteen-year-old girl.

Yan Bo squinted at her for quite a while, vaguely understanding that she wasn’t tired but troubled.

"Okay, are you hungry? Aunt Xin has finished cooking, we can start eating!"

Yan Bo had a feeling he wouldn’t get anything out of her, so he decided to divert her attention with a meal.

They say eating is the best way of venting. Once a person is full, their low spirits tend to improve at least a little.

"Um..."

Tong Xiaohua finally lifted her head and gave him a forced smile.

Yan Bo patted her head, stood up straight, took her notebook, closed it properly, and helped her stuff the notebook back into her bag.

Aunt Xin’s culinary skills were indeed excellent, but Tong Xiaohua found the food less delicious than the first time she tried it.

Yan Bo became even more convinced that something troubled her.

"What’s wrong? Did something happen at home?"

The home Yan Bo referred to broadly encompassed everything concerning the Tong family village.

Tong Xiaohua bit her chopsticks and shook her head, "Nothing..."

Her listless demeanor made Yan Bo feel very distressed.

"Even if I can’t be of much help, you can still talk to me about it, don’t keep it bottled up."

By this time, Yan Bo had already fully convinced himself that something unexpected must have happened over at the Tong family side.

He never imagined that Tong Xiaohua’s unhappiness did not stem from those troubles at the Tong family, but rather it was precisely because of him.

The meal, made tasteless by Tong Xiaohua’s gloom, was unenjoyable for them both.

Yan Bo, who couldn’t bear to see her despondent, had planned to take her to a movie or something after dinner.

But just as he set down his bowl, Tong Xiaohua’s phone rang.

After answering the call, she addressed the caller as Uncle Ming, then, with a couple of affirming hums, she responded with a grave face.

"I’ll come over immediately!"

After hanging up, she didn’t even have time to explain to Yan Bo and rushed to the living room, grabbed her backpack, and left.

"Yan Bo, I have an emergency, I need to go!"

Yan Bo had already followed her out, snatching the car keys, "Don’t rush, I’ll drive you!"

Tong Xiaohua had already opened the door and walked out, "No need, the driver is waiting for me downstairs!"

Despite her words, Yan Bo still felt uneasy and chased after her in his slippers all the way to the elevator.

"What happened exactly?"

Tong Xiaohua’s face was extremely serious, clearly indicating it was no minor issue.

"There’s trouble at the North City Bank, several of our brothers are injured."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bo almost wanted to hold her back.

"You’re still going? It’s too dangerous!"

Tong Xiaohua furrowed her brows, glanced at him, and said, "Yan Bo, I must go!"

Even though her palms sweated with nervousness, she had to go!

After all, who knew how many people were waiting to see her fail!

Yan Bo frowned, "Then I’ll go with you!"

Tong Xiaohua glared at him, her voice rough and brusque.

"What are you going for? To get yourself killed?"

It wasn’t that she underestimated him, but in a place where blades and guns didn’t discriminate, for someone like Yan Bo, a pampered young master, rushing to such a place was tantamount to courting death!

Yan Bo paused, taken aback. The Tong Xiaohua he knew had never shown such seriousness before.

And this Tong Xiaohua was one he was unfamiliar with.

He had imagined countless times but could never figure out how Tong Xiaohua, such a pretty and fragile girl, could lead a group like the Tong village, which in the eyes of ordinary people represented violence and bloodshed.

But now, he was starting to understand that Tong Xiaohua, standing somewhere else, was definitely not the undefended, somewhat soft and whimsical Tong Xiaohua he saw in front of him.

Perhaps, this Tong Xiaohua, who talked in a rough and brusque manner, was the real her!

Although he had imagined a lot and had mentally prepared himself, when she confronted him with her true self, he still felt a little scared!