Qi Shen's mother had great expectations for him, and they were in the same middle school. Whenever Qi Shen's grades dropped, his mother would come to the school to communicate with the teacher.
No matter how hard Qi Shen tries to get closer to the first place, the first place will always be Bo Jingci.
"So he's jealous because of it?"
Bo Jingci shook his head slightly: "No."
Then, he thought of something again: "Maybe, there is a part of it."
"The main culprit is his mother's long-term domestic violence against him."
Song Jingmian's eyes were full of shock: "Huh?!"
Listening to the description just now, she thought that even though Qi Shen's mother was a little crazy and unreasonable, she still loved her children.
Bo Jingci glanced at her lightly: "She only loves herself."
She didn't really love Qi Shen, it could be said that he was just her tool.
Every time Qi Shen's grades dropped too much, or she failed to meet her expectations, she would start beating and scolding her children hysterically.
He showed up at school early the next morning with a bruised nose and face. At first no one realized it was his mother's handiwork.
Until one time, a gangster girl in the school began to pursue Qi Shen passionately. Somehow his mother found out about this and rushed to the classroom in a hurry.
She didn't dare to do anything to that girl. She knew very well that those who could go to this school were either rich or noble, so she only placed the blame on her son and directly insulted the child in front of everyone.
"Oh my god..."
Song Jingmian murmured.
"and after?"
"Because of this incident, he started to be talked about by others."
Secretly laughing at him in private, no matter how upright and handsome a person is, no matter how good his grades are, he can't escape the fact that he has such a shameful mother.
Later, every time he came to school with a bruised nose and face, some people openly laughed at him in front of him.
"Then...what does that have to do with you?"
Bo Jingci should disdain to do such a thing, so why does Qi Shen hate him?
"He believed that the Bo family killed his mother."
Song Jingmian was suspicious: "But didn't her mother die of cancer?"
"And his mother did those things to him again..."
How could the Bo family be blamed?
Bo Jingci sneered: "A coward can always find endless reasons to vent his inner dissatisfaction."
Her mother's death from illness indeed had nothing to do with the Bo family. It was just that his mother knelt all night and did not receive mercy from Mr. Bo, so he believed that this indirectly led to the seriousness of his mother's condition.
"But didn't his mother beat and scold him?"
Bo Jingci shook his head: "Humans are always complicated."
Although his mother hated her child to a great extent, she cared for him extremely at a certain moment.
That trivial concern trapped Qi Shen for many years.
He knew that he was not liked by his mother, and that she did not give all the love to her children that other mothers did.
But when he grew up, the only love he felt was the guilt his mother felt after insulting and beating him for many years. It was the maternal love inspired by a little conscience.
"Ah..." Song Jingmian took a deep breath.
"His mother is very good at PUA, so even though Qi Shen has been like this all these years, Qi Shen still respects her from the bottom of his heart."
"Oh my god..."
Song Jingmian murmured in a low voice: "You mean he often jumps between these two extremes?"
"Yeah." Bo Jingci responded softly.
Song Jingmian nodded as if he understood: "No wonder I always thought he was weird when I first saw him."
She murmured again: "It turns out it's not an illusion."
The first time they met, she found his smiling face very dazzling. She always felt that underneath that gentle mask were vicious fangs. It turned out that her intuition was correct.
"Mianmian?"
Song Jingmian suddenly came back to her senses: "Huh?"
He frowned dissatisfied: "What are you thinking about?"
"Before I think about it deeply..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he could clearly feel the sudden drop in temperature around him, as well as the man's somewhat cold face.
Song Jingmian didn't dare to express her anger and swallowed the unfinished words.
Bo Jingci: "What about Qi Shen?"
Looking at his stern face from close range, Song Jingmian swallowed uncomfortably.
"No, it's nothing."
She just didn't say anything.
The man snorted and smiled: "Now that I'm in front of you, you still want another man."
Bo Jingci suddenly approached her and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you afraid that I will be jealous?"
When Song Jingmian heard this, she boldly looked into his smiling eyes, and she blinked.
"I will miss you in front of others."
As soon as the words came out, Bo Jingci was stunned.
Song Jingmian's sharp eyes saw a flash of discomfort in his eyes, then he turned his head slightly and coughed covertly.
When he turned his head slightly, Song Jingmian happened to see the blush spreading from the man's neck to his ears.
She felt a little strange for a moment and didn't even bother to eat.
She stood directly in front of him, with excitement in her eyes.
"Aci, you're actually blushing?!"
She looked at him in surprise, her eyes burning. The next second, Song Jingmian found that he was even more uncomfortable. His face remained calm, but his ears were already red.
"Ahem."
Bo Jingci coughed and said, "Stop staring at me."
"don't want!"
Song Jingmian stared at him with a smile: "I like seeing you like this."
Bo Jingci: "..."
It took a long time before Song Jingmian was willing to let him go.
"Okay, don't be jealous." She poked his face.
——
At the end of March, "Fu Jinghua" was officially announced.
Song Jingmian was getting busier and busier, but even so, she still squeezed some time to spend time with Bo Jingci.
But Bo Jingci couldn't bear to see her running back and forth, and he felt heartbroken every time he saw her like this.
So Song Jingmian decided to avoid unnecessary announcements and spend some time with him.
She also knew that he was very busy, so she couldn't let him run back and forth all the time to see him, that would be too tiring.
In the study, Bo Jingci leaned lazily on the back of his chair, holding a pen between his slender fingers and turning it around carelessly.
"Mr. Bo, do you want to accept this interview?"
No wonder Xiao Zhang asked this question because he and Mr. Bo have been following him for so many years, and he has hardly seen Mr. Bo accept any interviews.
"Um."
Xiao Zhang nodded, when will you be free?
"next weekend."
Bo Jingci said calmly.
After hanging up the phone, Song Jingmian came in from the study door.
Bo Jingci's lips curled up slightly: "What's wrong, wife?"
"So tired."
Song Jingmian's eyes were empty and his hands drooped naturally, as if his soul had left his body.
Bo Jingci came closer, held her in his arms, and breathed into her, scenting her lightly.
He rubbed her head distressedly, "Be good and rest when you're tired, okay?"
Song Jingmian nuzzled into his arms contentedly, feeling his body temperature.
"Then you should rest too."
She raised her head in his arms, stared at the blue circles under his eyes, and sighed with distress in her eyes: "You understand the truth."
"But don't you feel sorry for yourself?"
