Two Faced Lover - Chapter 91

91: Goddess

The sports car in the adjacent lane honked, its green-haired driver whistling at Bo Mingyan through the window.

Returning to reality, Bo Mingyan frowned and shot him an icy glare.

Leaning out his window, the man spotted Meng Xuran in the passenger seat and called out: “Hey beauty, wanna exchange contacts?”

Meng Xuran’s peach-blossom eyes blinked before rolling dramatically. Sinking into her seat, she complained sweetly to Bo Mingyan: “The wind from your side is making me cold.”

Bo Mingyan raised the window, lips quirking.

“Was he good-looking?” Meng Xuran pouted.

Having barely glanced at him, Bo Mingyan answered honestly: “Didn’t notice. His car was decent.”

“You like it?”

“No.” Bo Mingyan said. “Too flashy.”

“Flashy?” Meng Xuran scoffed. “Barely passable.”

“Luxury car with tasteless owner—isn’t that flashy?”

Hearing such sarcasm from the normally icy Bo Mingyan struck Meng Xuran as hilarious. Her eyes crinkled into crescents: “What kind of Arctic humor is this? Mingyan, you’re adorable~”

No longer surprised by being called “adorable,” Bo Mingyan had grown to accept—even enjoy—the term. From Meng Xuran’s lips, it always reaffirmed she was lovable.

As traffic finally moved, Bo Mingyan followed suit until the next jam.

Sighing, Meng Xuran rummaged through the glove compartment while Bo Mingyan tapped the steering wheel. Spotting the finger cot box, Bo Mingyan’s fingers stilled.

“Why take those?” she asked hoarsely.

“Want a chocolate pastry but got lipstick on my fingers. Can I lick them with these on?” Meng Xuran studied her curled fingers thoughtfully—

A gesture suspiciously similar to certain intimate moments.

Bo Mingyan pointed wordlessly to wet wipes in the back.

Abandoning the cots, Meng Xuran unbuckled to reach for them, her knit crop top riding up. Bo Mingyan tugged it down: “Be careful bending today.”

“So possessive~ Can’t even show some waist?” Meng Xuran teased.

Bo Mingyan’s gaze darkened: “Fine, if you don’t mind exposing the marks.”

“Ah!” Meng Xuran checked her back in vain before pouting: “You didn’t remind me! So diligent leaving marks, yet—”

“Wear my jacket then,” Bo Mingyan offered.

Meng Xuran’s mood instantly brightened at swapping clothes—Bo Mingyan’s denim jacket lending her a lazy charm, while the crochet cardigan softened Bo Mingyan’s sharp features into something intriguingly gentle.

During the crawl, Meng Xuran fed Bo Mingyan milk and pastries before offering a mint. As Bo Mingyan bit it, her teeth grazed Meng Xuran’s finger—

Triggering memories of last night’s mirror escapade where Meng Xuran had covered Bo Mingyan’s eyes to shield her from reflections, only for Bo Mingyan to bite her finger in overwhelmed restraint.

Now, watching Meng Xuran lick chocolate powder from her fingers with distracted sensuality, Bo Mingyan lowered the window for air.

By the parking lot, Meng Xuran sighed: “Such calories—only tolerable in mornings.”

“Stop dieting. You’re too thin.” Bo Mingyan said.

“I’ve gained six pounds since you started cooking!” Meng Xuran protested. “Four more and I’ll—”

“You’d still be fine. You’re bony when holding me.”

“Bony?” Meng Xuran eyed her suspiciously. “Yesterday you said I felt soft!”

Bo Mingyan’s grip on the wheel slipped: “…Recall where I said that.”

“Where?”

Parking, Bo Mingyan’s glance downward made realization dawn.

“Manman!” Meng Xuran exaggeratedly scolded. “So lewd in daylight!”

Though she’d started it, Meng Xuran’s playful accusations left Bo Mingyan no room to defend before being silenced with a kiss that transferred chocolate everywhere.

“Now we’re both pretty kitties.” Meng Xuran admired their matching lip colors before swapping jackets—the denim making her look effortlessly chic, while the cardigan gave Bo Mingyan an unexpectedly soft yet commanding presence.

“Beautiful?” Meng Xuran twirled in her floating skirt.

“Gorgeous.” Bo Mingyan affirmed, savoring the praise as Meng Xuran gushed about their mutual attractiveness until the elevator required hydrating interruptions.

At the office, perennial latecomer Liu Yang’s booming voice preceded him: “That internet troll who fought me yesterday? Saw the official clarification and Boss Meng’s Weibo with the airport photos—went from calling me idiot to begging for CP details!”

The viral airport photo—first leaked as a silhouette by Lu Shan’s boyfriend, later supplemented by clear aspect shots—captured Meng Xuran kissing Bo Mingyan in golden sunlight like treasured art, sparking widespread admiration.

“If not for the scandal, I’d never guessed they’re together!” Liu Yang complained. “Who spread that ‘Boss Meng dislikes Mingyan’ rumor? Clearly she—”

Noticing the unusual silence, he found female colleagues clustered around a tearful Lu Shan—who confessed through sobs that her ex-boyfriend had leaked the photo to aid his friend He Chencheng, the model who’d previously sold designs to competitors.

When Bo Mingyan arrived, Lu Shan apologized incoherently before heading to Meng Xuran’s office—where a resignation letter awaited.

Flipping through Lu Shan’s meticulous handover file (including notes like “Boss Meng’s lunch is in the pink container—heat the blue one too for her girlfriend”), Meng Xuran’s anger faltered.

“Who said you could leave?” She thrust the letter back. “Dumped the trash but abandoning your career? Get back to work!”

After extracting the ex’s contacts to “uproot the whole radish,” Meng Xuran finally smiled: “Send me the original photo.”

Meanwhile, learning the full story from colleagues, Bo Mingyan contacted a lawyer while assuring them: “She won’t let Lu Shan go.”

Proven right when Lu Shan texted the good news, Hu Jingjing exclaimed: “What gift for Boss Meng? She’s my goddess now!”

“Get that airport photo printed.” Bo Mingyan deadpanned—subtly staking claim.

That night, Meng Xuran received the original image. Come April, a framed copy arrived at her office with a note:

[Director Meng—you’re my goddess! Entire haute couture team as witnesses!]

During Qingming holiday, Meng Xuran tormented Bo Mingyan by demanding: “Manman, what am I to you?”

Through gasped “darling,” “baby,” even “mistress,” only “goddess” finally satisfied her—elicited at peak vulnerability.

“Who said I called you that?” Bo Mingyan later asked in the bath.

“Your whole team~” Meng Xuran laughed before losing her voice again.

At 3:46 AM, the “Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea” group chat lost a member.