Chapter 14 : Where did the Miniature Version Go?

Yan Mian clenched her fingertips, pausing for a few seconds as the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopped. "Shen Feng?" As these two words were uttered, the bathroom door suddenly swung open. A tumultuous rush of hot air spilled out through the crack, enveloping her brows and eyes. In the blurry image, there stood Bo Jing'an, his perfect figure wrapped in only a bath towel. Water droplets still clung to the ends of his hair, his three-dimensional features, sexy Adam's apple, prominent chest muscles, and well-toned abs. And those... excessively long legs. From head to toe, it seemed like even his body hair was exuding a strong masculine hormone. Yan Mian felt a surge of heat rush to her brain, her breath catching as she quickly turned around and pressed her nose against the door. "Mr. Bo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude into your room!" she explained anxiously. Bo Jing'an's expression instantly turned cold. He reached out his long arm and swiftly grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the hanger, wrapping it around himself. "Get out!" Yan Mian could sense the cold anger in his voice and didn't dare to hesitate. Just as her palm was about to touch the doorknob, she heard a series of footsteps outside the room. "That woman isn't over there, let's search around here again!" All her movements immediately came to a halt. The bodyguards outside were still looking for her... She couldn't leave. Her face twisted into a knot as she cautiously glanced back at him, only turning around to face him when she saw that he had put on his robe. "Can I stay here for a while?" she asked. Bo Jing'an narrowed his ink-black eyes, and a powerful aura instantly burst forth from his body. "Yan Mian, don't push it too far." He strode over, gripping the doorknob as well. It seemed like he wanted to throw her out. Yan Mian exerted all her strength, pushing against him with the opposite force. "When I owe you a favor, can you help me out?" she pleaded again. Bo Jing'an let go of the doorknob once more, and in her desperation, Yan Mian could only grab his wrist. Originally, she had intended to push him away from this position, and of course, Bo Jing'an had the same idea. With both of them exerting force against each other, she couldn't match the stability of his stance, and her feet slipped instantly. And then... she fell straight into his chest. With a smack, her face was right against his chest. Yan Mian's mind went blank for a moment, the scorching heat contrasting sharply with her cold lips. Instinctively, she moved away slightly, only to see the red lipstick mark on his chest. Yan Mian: "..." Someone please dig a hole for her to bury herself in! "Yan Mian!" Bo Jing'an shouted her name coldly. "Mr. Bo, I..." Before she could finish her sentence, he forcefully pressed her against the wall, his large palm slapping against her ear. With their bodies so close, Bo Jing'an once again caught a whiff of that familiar gardenia fragrance. Whenever he smelled this scent, he always felt an inexplicable impulse. As if... he had once tasted this kind of beauty and now urgently wanted to savor it again. Yan Mian looked at him anxiously, her watery eyes trembling. A deeper darkness flickered in Bo Jing'an's eyes, a strange heat pulsating within him. She tried to push him away, but he stood firm like a rock, unmoved. Yan Mian became frustrated, her hands pressing against his chest. "Mr. Bo, please have some self-restraint!" He sneered coldly, "You seduce me and then tell me to have self-restraint?" Yan Mian's face turned red. It was true that she had barged into his room and refused to leave... Damn it, his words left her with no way to retort! They were at a standstill. Finally, a crisp sound of a text message rang out from Bo Jing'an's phone. He took it out and glanced at the screen, the white light illuminating his face, casting a shadow under his curled eyelashes. On the screen were a row of words, "Master Bo, this is a photo of Dr. Yan's son!" Attached was a picture. Bo Jing'an enlarged the image, and that face... His pupils contracted as he stared intently. This appearance... was clearly a miniature version of himself! Why did Yan Mian's son look so much like him? His sharp gaze turned towards her, a multitude of complex emotions swirling within him. Confused, Yan Mian couldn't help but shiver. At that moment, her own phone also rang. She answered the call and the nanny's anxious voice came through, "Miss Yan, Dou Bao has gone missing!" "What!" she exclaimed, gripping her phone tightly. "My son is missing?" she repeated unconsciously. These words fell upon Bo Jing'an's ears, and his heart inexplicably tightened. Where did the "miniature version" go?