Chapter 4

  Judging from her appearance, Jian Yao is a very elegant and refined girl. She has long hair that falls to her shoulders, a slender figure, fair skin, and delicate features. Especially her pair of black eyes, which are clear and bright like they contain water, adding a few points to her outstanding temperament.

  Her style of dressing is also like that: warm, elegant, but never exaggerated or sloppy. She has a great sense of matching, and ordinary brands become new when she wears them. Her voice is soft and gentle, but never dragging or vague. She can laugh freely and unrestrainedly, but in her every gesture, there is always a hint of feminine elegance and delicacy.

  This temperament was inherited from her gentle and virtuous mother. However, she also had a bit of her father's carefree personality in her bones. Although her father only accompanied her for six years, many things he said left a deep impression on young Jianyao. For example, "A great man should act with integrity and have no regrets", or "One should enjoy life to the fullest when they are successful", and also "The friendship between gentlemen is as plain as water".

  So as the sun set in the west and fishing came to an end, she left "DAIWA Red Tiger" and a dozen or so fish on the shore, and told Jian Xuan to pack up and leave. Jian Xuan thought it was unbelievable: "Just abandon them here?"

  "Never mind. He'll come get it himself."

  As they were about to reach the entrance of their home, Jian Xuan suddenly thought of a key point: "Sister, you caught so many fish for him, didn't he show any other gratitude? Just sending an email saying thank you?" Jian Xuan wasn't usually petty, but she was worried that others might take advantage of her sister's generous nature.

  Jian Yao didn't think of it that way, but rather Bao Qingyan's actions today made her feel like he was a straightforward and lovely person. She smiled and replied: "Don't you think it's quite interesting?"

  Jian Xuan pouted: "I just think you're too good to that demon boy. It seems even demons have a spring in their lives."

  "Get out."

  However, Jian Yao did not expect that three days later, she really received Mr. Bo's "expression".

  As soon as she entered the house, she saw a big box on the table, and Jian Xuan was already studying it carefully, seemingly for half a day.

  "B City, Fu Ziyu sent it." Jian Xuan curiously asked, "Isn't he a gay friend? What did he send you?"

  Jian Yao couldn't guess either, Fu Zi Yu hadn't mentioned sending anything. Upon opening it, she was greatly surprised to find a brand new "DAIWA" Red Tiger that looked exactly the same as Bo Jun Yan's!

  Jian Yao calls Fu Zi Yu.

  In City B, Fu Ziyu was wearing a white coat, sitting in the office flipping through medical records. His voice sounded as gentle and warm as ever: "Jian Yao, please accept this. It's Jiong Yan who asked me to buy it for you, thank him for the fish, you know how much he loves eating fish, no other meaning."

  Jian Yao naturally refused: "This is too valuable. I can't accept it."

  Fu Zi Yu smiled: "He already has one, and I'm not fishing. If you give us this rod, it will be wasted."

  Jian Yao still disagreed: "Mr. Fu, fishing is just a matter of lifting one's hand..."

  "This was Jingyan's idea, you should return it to him if you want to. I can't control this." Fu Ziyu interrupted her, "However, with his personality, useless things will only be thrown away. You'll find this poor red tiger in the trash can at the door the next day."

  Jian Yao had no choice but to say: I can accept it, but the translation fee cannot be paid. That was also a large sum of money. Fu Zi met her resolute attitude and just went along with it.

  After hanging up the phone, Fu Ziyu thought of his conversation with Bao Jinyan two days ago. He didn't deceive Jianyao, buying Red Tiger was indeed Bao Jinyan's decision, it was just that returning gifts was proposed by him, Fu Ziyu.

  That day, he called Bo Yu as usual to ask about her recent situation. He casually asked: "Have you finished eating the fish I bought last time? I'll order another batch for you?" He thought that with the cold weather recently, it would be hard for a small town like hers to get fresh fish.

  "Who would have thought that Bo Yun's faint smile was a response: 'I have fish, many.'"

  "Where did it come from? Did you buy it yourself?" It's impossible that he caught it. He knew about Bao Qiang's fishing skills, which lacked patience, and often after inserting the fishing rod into the water, the person would disappear who-knows-where.

  Jian Yu replied very naturally: "Jian Yao gave it to me."

  Fu Zi encountered something strange: "Why did she help you fish?"

  "I don't care about this."

  Fu Ziyu was speechless, indeed a typical "thin answer". However, when Thin said "many fish", it must be a lot. He asked again: "You also said that others are wooden... how do you plan to thank her?"

  "You pay her double wages on my behalf."

  Fu Zi Yu was about to agree, but suddenly thought: it's hard to make friends with Bai Jingyan. Jian Yao looks like a decent person and has a good temperament, if you return the money, it would seem too cold. So he said: "You'd better give her a gift."

  "Alright, I'll leave this matter to you."

  "Shut up! I'm not your mother!" Fu Zi Yu growled, "I don't even understand her, how would I know what to send? Think for yourself."

  He thought for a few seconds and then smiled and told him, "You go buy her a fishing rod just like mine, so I don't have to put the fishing rod by the water every morning and take it back every night."

  The day after receiving the fishing rod, Jian Yao brought a bottle of wine to the villa.

  That was the wine my father had stored before he passed away. He was a spendthrift, so his wine wasn't specially kept by Jianyu and mother. Most of it was drunk by Lixunran, leaving only a few bottles at home. It's not some famous brand, just a local old winery's own production, but an eighty-year-old vintage that can't be bought now, and is priceless.

  After leaving the wine, Jian Yao sent a mail to Bo Jinyu: "Good fish with good wine, please accept it."

  Bao Yun didn't respond. However, the next day when Jian Yao went to the villa, she saw that the bottle of wine had been placed in the cabinet and was a little emptier.

  Days are passing by one after another, and soon it will be Chinese New Year. Jian Yao's translation work is also nearing its end.

  Jianxuan expressed deep regret: "Is it going to end like this? Without even seeing that person of yours?" She now used "that person of yours" instead of "monster".

  It's hard to say if it's true or false, Jian Yao also had a little expectation. However, she didn't expect that on the second night after Jian Xuan asked this question, she saw Bao Jia Yan.

  The weather was fine that morning, and the temperature seemed to be rising. Jian Yao wore a thin cotton dress and went out. Everything in the villa remained the same, and the long day was quiet and soundless.

  Because the work has entered the final stage, Jian Yao also wants to rush forward, working until the dusk is dark. When she finished packing her things, strong winds were blowing outside the window, lightning was flashing and thunder was rumbling, and the rain had already come down heavily.

  This weather is absolutely unsuitable for walking on mountain roads. Jian Yao had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait, and also called home to tell them not to come pick her up.

  They waited until the sky turned dark.

  The indoor lighting is bright, and under the night color, the originally elegant and beautiful furniture looks exceptionally bright and clean. The rain and thunder outside the window are noisy, making the large house even more empty and cold.

  The small town's power supply was unstable, and Jian Yao had experienced multiple instances of power outages on rainy nights. She thought to herself: Please don't let the power go out.

  The moment the thought flashed through her mind, a faint humming noise came from somewhere in the air, and Jian Yao's vision suddenly darkened, plunging everything into darkness.

  Jian Yao sat quietly for a few seconds before turning on the flashlight on her phone. Under the faint light, everything around her looked dull and colorless.

  She walked slowly to the stairs leading to the second floor and shouted loudly: "Mr. Bo! Mr. Bo!"

  No response.

  Jian Yao climbed up the stairs and reached the top, but was stunned.

  An iron gate. A large black-painted iron gate sealed off the entrance to the second floor, looking gloomy and stern.

  Jian Yao's heart skipped a beat, but she still walked forward, knocked on the iron door and shouted two more sentences.

  No one.

  There was a small window the size of a palm on the iron door, Jian Yao tiptoed and lifted her head to look out, only to see a long, dark corridor, with several closed doors. Suddenly, lightning flashed through the window, illuminating a certain dark corner, revealing a patch of white.

  Jian Yao had been alone in the villa for so many days, and for the first time, she felt a little scared. She turned around to leave, but just as she reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the second floor, steady and unhurried. Someone was coming.

  Jian Yao grasped the handrail of the stairs and stood still on the spot.

  On a rainy night, the sound of footsteps was faintly heard, as if someone was there but not quite. Suddenly, with a "clang", the iron gate was pulled open and a tall man walked out.

  The surroundings were gloomy and dark, the man's appearance was completely invisible. However, his height was extremely tall, at least 1.85 meters. Suddenly, he gave her a feeling of being slender and upright, but not burly, even with a few points of thinness. Faintly recognizable, he was wearing a white... bathrobe? No wonder she shouted earlier, no one responded.

  Seeing a living person, Jian Yao's heart immediately returned to its original place. Because she had some experience with his eccentricity and isolation, at this moment, he appeared from behind an iron door, Jian Yao didn't find it too strange.

  He paused for a moment at the foot of the stairs, seemed to glance at her, and then strode down with his long legs.

  Jian Yao: "Mr. Bo?"

  "Hmm." He responded in a low voice, as if humming from his nose.

  At this time, he was almost walking up to her, across several flights of stairs, his tall and large figure looked like a wall. The space at the corner of the stairs was limited, Jian Yao subconsciously took a step back, making way for him. Her voice also carried a polite smile: "Mr. Bo, do you have a flashlight..."

  Bao Yun had already walked past her side, as if he hadn't seen her, without stopping for a moment, and went straight downstairs.

  Jian Yao was taken aback and vaguely saw him walking through the living room towards the kitchen. She quickly followed down the stairs: "Mr. Bao?"

  "No." He replied without turning his head. Although it was only a brief two words, Jian Yao heard clearly, and his voice was very low and pleasant to hear.

  "Is there a way to fix it?" Jian Yao asked tentatively. Although she didn't understand electricity, she knew that the villa was located in a remote area and probably had an independent power supply. If it was just a blown fuse or something, it should still be repairable.

  This time, Bo Jingyan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at her. After seeming to think for a few seconds, he replied: "Judging from the symptoms during the power outage, it is likely that the nearby power grid was overloaded and burned out the transformer. Repairs require closing the circuit breaker, opening the transformer casing, finding damaged components, and replacing new parts."

  He spoke this string of words extremely fluently and quickly, and Jian Yao couldn't help but notice his slightly husky male voice, low and clear, like the light and quick playing of a piano's lower notes.

  Jian Yao's heart rose with a thread of joy, just about to speak, when he heard him open his mouth again, his tone gentle and his voice pleasant: "However, I won't fix it. I'm very busy, please help yourself, but don't disturb me again. Goodbye."

  He finished speaking and turned around, passing through the kitchen and into that narrow corridor, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

  That passageway connects two locked and sealed rooms.

  Jian Yao stood still, not following them.

  She never thought that her first meeting with Mr. Bo would be like this.

  She is working at his home, now it's thundering and raining with a power outage, but he just threw her into the living room and doesn't want to care about her at all?