Chapter 7 Secrets Seen by Bo Jingyan_1

"You...you misunderstood! I was just... feeling unwell, thought to get some fresh air..." Xia Qingtian quickly clarified.

"Is that so?" Bo Jingyan raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down to take in her outfit of the day.

The woman was wearing a gray evening dress, an adaptation of a cheongsam, where the hem was slightly flared, the layers of skirt moving delicately as she moved; as graceful as a lotus in every step.

Meanwhile, the collar maintained the design of a cheongsam, a blend of intellectuality and elegance.

It was beautiful.

Xia Qingtian started feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes, asking vigilantly, "Mr. Bo, what...what do you want?"

Bo Jingyan was taken aback.

He suddenly realized that she had misunderstood him.

He looked up, his gaze heavy on her, he said earnestly, "Miss Xia, I just want to invite you to be my private chef!"

Xia Qingtian, "..."

Do people get invited this way?

By pulling and not letting go?

Xia Qingtian was dumbfounded, utterly at a loss.

Though she indeed can cook some goodies, her culinary skills weren't spectacular enough to warrant such a fuss, right?

Was it really worth him going through such lengths?

Xia Qingtian felt uneasy, she quickly whispered, "Mr. Bo, I'm sure I made it clear last time, my stance is very clear..."

"My stance is also clear." Bo Jingyan interrupted her, dominantly and aggressively.

Upon hearing this, Xia Qingtian fell into further confusion.

"Mr. Bo, I seriously don't understand. As a person of your stature, is there any exotic delicacy you haven't tasted? My culinary skills are really not up to par, let alone the job of being your private chef!"

Moreover, that day she followed a simple cooking procedure for the soup.

There was no culinary skill involved in it, so how on earth did it attract him?

Upon hearing this, Bo Jingyan tightened his lips.

"Being my private chef doesn't require a high level of skills. You are enough!"

"..."

Xia Qingtian was at a loss for words.

Was he complimenting her?

Just as she was thinking of another reason to refuse, suddenly, her phone rang.

"I need to take this call." Xia Qingtian hurriedly found her phone, hoping to use the call as an excuse to get away.

However, the moment she saw the caller ID and the number, her pupils contracted—

It was a call from elder Bo!

The color drained from Xia Qingtian's face, she quickly switched off the screen, afraid that Bo Jingyan would see.

But it was too late.

Bo Jingyan had already seen it!!!

The caller ID was 'Grandpa', and the phone number... seemed familiar...

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Xia Qingtian already stashed her phone back into her bag.

"You... don't you want me to be your private chef? Fine, I accept your invitation!" Seeing Bo Jingyan still staring at her bag, Xia Qingtian quickly started a new topic to distract him.

Upon hearing this, Bo Jingyan immediately gathered his thoughts, looking at her, seemingly surprised at her sudden change of mind.

"I have conditions!!!"

Xia Qingtian quickly added, "I'll only be responsible for your three meals a day, but I don't know many dishes, you can't make things difficult for me deliberately!"

"Can." Bo Jingyan nodded.

Her request wasn't too unreasonable.

Xia Qingtian was startled, she didn't expect him to agree so readily, "Well... don't worry, I'll also try to learn the dishes you like!"

Bo Jingyan, "Good."

Xia Qingtian, "..."

That was... settled?

Xia Qingtian was still a bit nervous.

With that, she tentatively asked, "Well, Mr. Bo, can I leave now?"

Bo Jingyan didn't answer, he looked at her with a flat expression.

Xia Qingtian couldn't read his thoughts.

However, since he didn't object, she assumed that was his agreement.

With that, she gave him a cautious smile and waved.

Just as she was about to leave, the man suddenly spoke.

"Stop."

Xia Qingtian's figure stiffened, she turned to look at him.

"Give me your phone." Bo Jingyan commanded, his face expressionless.