After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration]

Inside the box.

A cart of expensive spirits was brought in. 

Chen Biao, who was sitting next to him, knew what kind of place “Cloudtop” was, and couldn’t help but urge Bo Guancheng, “Mr. Cheng, since things with Lin Na have turned upside down, why don’t we drink somewhere else?”

As soon as he spoke, the door of the box was opened again.

Sister Qiu walked in again with two good-looking young girls behind her, all smiles. “Mr. Cheng, it’s rare for you to come to our Cloudtop. What’s the point of drinking alone?”

She moved closer to Bo Guancheng’s side, beckoning in a whisper, “I brought two of my people, shall I ask them to accompany you to relieve boredom?”

“Sister Qiu, why do you think that dirty things can accompany me to relieve boredom? When you were asked to find an unfamiliar face that could handle affairs, how did you do it?”

Bo Guancheng took two mouthfuls of ice water and said impatiently, “Have them go.”

The decency and gentleness he revealed to the outside world were just a disguise. Only on this occasion would Bo Guancheng show his most real and vicious aloofness.

Sister Qiu was very accustomed to the temperaments of wealthy men like Bo Guancheng, and still had a smile on her face. “Mr. Cheng, aren’t I bringing people to make amends to you?”

She whispered in a low voice, “These newly recruited university students would not come here to make a living if they weren’t forced by family circumstances. They are very well-behaved and clean.”

That last word was emphasized greatly.

“…….”

Bo Guancheng looked at the two young girls standing at the door. They were indeed quite good-looking, and he, who never liked to mess around outside, had a rare impulse. “En, they’ll stay.”

Seeing that something was wrong, Chen Biao at the side quickly said, “Mr. Cheng, you’re drunk. I’d better send you back early.”

When Sister Qiu heard these unsightly words, she immediately glanced over. “Mr. Chen, isn’t your assistant taking too much care?”

It was hard to keep Bo Guancheng, the prince of Bo Group. As long as she had a little “diligence,” how could she be afraid that she wouldn’t bring in money?

Thinking of this, Sister Qiu spoke with a hint of firm self-confidence in her voice, “Could it be that our Cloudtop is a place that exploits people? Looking at the entire Imperial Capital, where is there a better place to drink and relieve fatigue than ours?”

Chen Biao’s expression changed slightly., and then he heard his boss order that the guest be evicted, “Fine, Chen Biao, you go back first. Have the driver stay.”

Bo Guancheng seemed to think that the taste of the ice water was too bland, so he simply indicated, “Both of you, sit down and open a drink with me.”

Sitting in the high position of the general manager of the group, it would be a lie to say that there was no pressure.

It was true that he hadn’t been able to relax for a long time, and it wasn’t a big deal to have one night’s entertainment.

Sister Qiu stood up with a smile, exchanged veiled glances with the two young girls under her command, and then looked at Chen Biao beside her. “Mr. Chen, are you planning to stay and ruin Mr. Cheng’s mood? Or do you also want me to open a private room for you?”

Ordinary people with no money or power couldn’t get into a place like Cloudtop, and one night’s cost was six figures. Chen Biao was just Bo Guancheng’s assistant, so he naturally wasn’t viewed favorably by Sister Qiu.

Chen Biao heard the other party’s belittling tone and got up, leaving the box without looking back.

Less than half an hour later.

Bo Guancheng embraced the two girls on the left and right, stepping out of the elevator into a special passage. The reason Cloudtop Clubhouse was sought out by the rich ws that the corresponding services were all included. The boxes downstairs were used for regular entertainment, but when it came to the provision of some special services—

Guests and their ladies could pass through the VIP elevator and arrive directly at a hotel suite for a night of fun.

As for the fee, it would be transferred from the guest’s card to the card of the corresponding “service” personnel.

As soon as the door of the suite was closed tightly, the soft bodies leaned against him.

Bo Guancheng couldn’t explain what was going on today. He just felt that his desire swelled due to his drunkenness, and he almost rolled into bed.

While he was galloping indulgently, there was an extremely heavy knock on the door outside!

Swift, chaotic footsteps came from far to near, and a girl beside him screamed, even picking up the quilt to wrap herself up.

Bo Guancheng subconsciously turned around to check on the situation—

The moment the police uniforms appeared in his sight, he felt the blood rush to his brain and then ebb away in an instant, leaving only two pale and empty words:

I’m finished!

. . . . . . .

The phone vibrated again.

The high-definition photo of Bo Guancheng being escorted to a police car was accurately transmitted.

Pei Yi curiously opened the photo to confirm, and was amazed. “The general manager of the dignified Bo Group was arrested for soliciting prostitutes. If the news gets out, I’m afraid there will be quite a shock in the circle, right?”

With money, anything was possible.

Bo Guancheng could spend money to buy Sister Qiu and Lin Na, and Bo Yueming could spend money to buy other attendants in Cloudtop. That was how he got Bo Guancheng’s room number tonight.

Looking at the news from the attendant, Bo Yueming’s eyes were filled with disgust—

Two at a time.

He really underestimated Bo Guancheng.

Lin Na had added the pills to the iced whiskey in the box in advance. Unless Bo Guancheng drank the entire bottle, just one glass would have some effect but not make him lose control.

In the end, Bo Guancheng was still not clean enough to avoid spinning a web around himself.

Having already returned, Lin Zhong asked, “Mr. Bo, should we contact the media to expose this matter online?”

Bo Yueming shook his head. “Don’t worry for now.”

Lin Zhong was confused. “Why?”

Pei Yi glanced at Bo Yueming and understood what the other party was thinking. “Er-ge is different from scum like Bo Guancheng.”

“Lin Zhong, let me ask you, if Bo Guancheng’s arrest was exposed overnight, besides embarrassing him, what else would be impacted?”

Lin Zhong understood. “Naturally, our Bo Group.”

Pei Yi spoke again, “En, Bo Group is a listed company, and if the general manager had this social scandal, wouldn’t it affect the positive influence and interests of the group?”

When Bo Guancheng set up a scheme to frame Bo Yueming, he might not have considered the short-term loss of reputation for the group, but Bo Yueming knew right from wrong, and the overall situation—

He understood that Bo Group’s status today was due to the hard work of Old Mrs. Bo and the senior staff, and it should not be destroyed by anyone!

Lin Zhong came to his senses. “Mr. Bo, what shall we do next?”

After going around in such a big circle, and having finally caught Bo Guancheng’s handle, it was impossible to do nothing, right?

Bo Yueming had his own ideas in mind. “The news will not be leaked for the time being, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be kicked out of the group. Only, if we do it ourselves, it will be too obvious.”

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, once Bo Guancheng lost the position of “general manager,” the one who would benefit the most was Bo Yueming himself.

Lin Zhong had been overwhelmed the past two days, and really couldn’t keep up with his boss’s train of thought. “Then who will?”

The moment these words were spoken, Pei Yi, who was an outsider to the group, said, “Bo Jiao.”

It was said that during the time when Bo Yueming was in Wencheng, Bo Jiao, who had just joined the group, often found Bo Guancheng unhappy in his position, and if she was the one to come forward now—

It would be reasonable and fair.

Looking at this clever, smiling kitten, Bo Yueming nodded and instructed, “Lin Zhong, give these photos to the Third Young Lady. If Bo Jiao is smart enough, she should know how to do it.”

“All right.”

Lin Zhong’s eyes swept over the faces of Bo Yueming and Pei Yi, and he had no choice but to accept—

Amazing, ah!

Mr. Bo and Little Sir added up to eight hundred minds. Whoever met them would be unfortunate!

. . . . . . .

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day, and the setting sun scattered through the window.

Pei Yi, who was nestled in his small bedroom, had just finished the online meeting for “The Last Fog 1.0.” Before he could take a breath, the private chat window rang. 

The message was from Lin Yuan. “Will, have you seen the trending section on the Weibo game forums?”

Pei Yi was puzzled. “What?”

The other party seemed to have expected his answer, and immediately sent the corresponding screenshots and links. “Take a look, ba. It’s on the list, God Will.”

Pei Yi clicked on the link and browsed carefully before realizing what was going on—

Three days ago, there was a hot post on the game section of a well-known rating forum.

The content of the post had to do with the evaluation and public voting for new original games in the past two years, and in the voting category of domestic stand-alone games—

The suspenseful “Joyful Spirit” and the healing “Cloud Realm” were mentioned many times, and the former was even selected for the top five overall!

In the follow-up summary recommendation, the blogger who wrote the post did not forget to note the names of the production companies of each game and the original behind-the-scenes architects.

Not long after, this summary post was reposted on Weibo by a big verified account, and the statistics of the forwards, comments, and likes were all pretty good.

Soon, game fans discovered something in the summary post — “Joyful Spirit” and “Cloud Realm,” two games with completely different styles, were actually produced by the same game architect.

Not only that, but some netizens added in the comments: “Fuck! I think this architect’s ID looks familiar. Is anyone paying attention to Nebula Fun Tour’s crazy preheating for “Tracking” these past two days? It’s also this architect!”

Where there were people, there was society, and where there was society, people pursued popularity.

This summary post was a double hot search on the Weibo entertainment section and the game forums. Because Pei Yi’s game alias “Will” appeared in the hot comments, he unexpectedly received a lot of attention.

There were also game fans who found Pei Yi’s Weibo and Youtu accounts by following the vines and clicked to follow, shouting “God Will” one after another.

Up to now, Pei Yi’s Weibo account “King of Drinking Capacity Will” had nearly 6,000 game fans.

As the gaming headquarters of China, the increase in the number of his fans on the Youtu forum was even more exaggerated.

Pei Yi reopened the private chat interface with Li Yuan. “Say, why have so many fans paid attention to it in the past two days?”

In the past three or four days, Pei Yi first “showed affection” to Bo Yueming all night, then “failed to escape,” and finally became a righteous citizen.

He had experienced so many things in life that it was inevitable that he would overlook the small things at work.

Ding-dong.

Li Yuan’s words came again on the private chat screen.

“Will, it’s rare to have such a wave of attention now. IShould I ask Sister Yang to rush to work on a concept poster for ‘The Last Fog 10?’ Can you post it on your account?”

Li Yuan was the core person in charge and also the future market operations director of “The Last Fog.”

“Although it’s too early to preheat now, let’s not waste the exposure that was given to us for nothing.”

“Okay.”

Pei Yi fully cooperated with his friend’s work, and had another consideration in mind—

Not only could The Last Fog’s preheating take advantage of this wave of wind, but couldn’t he also take the opportunity to auction off another game?

Make money!

Didn’t he have to seize every opportunity?

After a short work chat, there was a knock on the door.

Pei Yi thought it was Uncle Kai calling him for dinner, so he turned off the computer and opened the door, only to find that the person standing there was Bo Yueming. “Er-ge?”

Bo Yueming sent a seemingly absent glance toward the computer. “Are you done?”

Pei Yi hummed. “I’m not busy.”

Although his “playing the fool” persona had been exposed, he still wanted to cover his career vest for the time being. What if he still needed to run away in the future?

Bo Yueming didn’t press further, and only asked, “Do you want to go to the main house with me to watch a good show?”

As soon as the hook was lowered, the kitten’s curiosity was instantly piqued. 

“I want to!”

Pei Yi’s eyes lit up slightly, and he asked with great interest, “Is Bo Guancheng’s dirt going to be exposed by Bo Jiao?”

Bo Yueming didn’t answer directly, but stretched out his hand to signal, “We’ll go to the main house, we can talk while walking.”

“…….”

Pei Yi looked down at the palm stretched out before his eyes, and muttered unnaturally, “Aren’t we still inside the villa?”

Although his words were “displeased,” he obediently placed his hand in Bo Yueming’s.

The touch of one cold hand and one warm one brought a lingering numbness that only the other could understand.

Pei Yi thought about the tight breaths and pounding heart that night for no reason, and inexplicably panicked. “Er-ge.”

“En?”

Bo Yueming held his kitten’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He obviously could have just waited at the main house and asked Uncle Kai to send a message for Pei Yi to come over, but Bo Yueming insisted on coming back on his own initiative, waiting for this moment.

Likely having noticed Pei Yi’s panic at holding hands, Bo Yueming talked about what happened in the group that day in order to divert his attention—

It must be known that for a company as big as Bo Group, the general shareholders’ meeting could not be held at the drop of a hat.

After Bo Jaio received the photos, she pretended to be Old Mr. Bo and “invited” these senior shareholders who had the right to speak to group headquarters today.

Pei Yi was surprised. “Act first and report later? The old man must be angry?”

Bo Yueming also admired Bo Jiao’s straightforward way of doing things. He continued, “She directly developed the photos we gave her and put them in front of everyone, saying that Bo Guancheng was arrested for that kind of thing last night.”

The faces of Old Mr. Bo and Bo Lihui had changed on the spot.

The former because the news came so suddenly, and the latter because he saw Bo Jiao’s intention to make things difficult.

When the accident occurred last night, Bo Lihui rushed to the police station, but Bo Guancheng was still being processed and questioned, so he wouldn’t be able to leave in a short while.

According to relevant law and order regulations, in cases like Bo Guancheng’s, he would be detained for at least five days, and at most ten to fifteen.

The Bo family had always been big and well-known, and Bo Guancheng was one of the general managers of the group. Whenever such a scandal was exposed by the media, it would indirectly affect the reputation and interests of the group.

“The old man wanted to excuse Bo Guancheng, but the high-level shareholders who believe in interests over people didn’t buy it at all.”

The infighting amongst the Bo family had nothing to do with the shareholders, but what Bo Guancheng did may have touched the reputation and interests of the group, so they couldn’t sit idly by.

Bo Guancheng’s matter could be big or small.

It was possible that after detention, nothing would happen.

It was also possible that the media would break the story in the afternoon and broaden public opinion, affecting the positive image of Bo Group.

“Instead of hanging a time bomb over his head, it’s better to temporarily suspend his position as general manager. At least in this way, even if negative news breaks out, it’s a relatively personal matter for Bo Guancheng.”

Bo Yueming told Pei Yi what the shareholders had said.

Pei Yi chuckled. “Sure enough, the bigger the company is, the more old foxes there are. Was there a final conclusion?”

“The preliminary discussion resulted in the suspension of Bo Guancheng’s position as ‘General Manager.” Bo Yueming paused. “Originally, several shareholders wanted me to take over the project Bo Guancheng was working on, but I refused.”

“Refused? Why?”

Pei Yi was a little surprised by Bo Yueming’s decision. He had thought that after returning to the Bo Group, the other party would try to seize power as much as possible for future contingencies.

Bo Yueming continued, “I suggest that we either look outside to find someone to replace Bo Guancheng, or find someone else within the group to replace him.”

When Pei Yi heard this supplementary suggestion, the doubts in his heart were answered—

Bo Guancheng’s detention would not exceed half a month at most.

In such a short period of time, even if Bo Yueming wanted to take over, he would not be able to do so completely. Instead, he would re-ignite hatred for himself and be envied even more by the main branch faction.

Bo Yueming said frankly, “I want to hold real power in the group as much as I can before my grandma recovers completely, but now is not the best time. It’s better to go with the flow and be owed a favor.”

Pei Yi answered astutely, “So you pushed Bo Jiao forward?”

Bo Yueming nodded. “After a long discussion, she was temporarily given the title of ‘Deputy General Manager.’” 

As a result, this matter had evolved into a power struggle between the main and second branches.

After all, if Bo Yueming took over Bo Guancheng’s project and became the only general manager of the group, perhaps Bo Jiao would feel hostile toward him.

Bo Yueming made it very clear, “My relationship with Bo Jiao is not close. What she really cares about is her own family, but judging from the current situation, it’s better for me to have one more ally against the main branch than to make an enemy and be alone.”

Hearing Bo Yueming’s long analysis, Pei Yi unconsciously shook the hand he was holding, and a trace of pride and pleasure flashed in his heart before he could notice—

As expected of the villain he had set his eyes on. He had a longer-term perspective than most people.

Bo Yueming felt the delight being conveyed by Pei Yi, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

During the time the two of them were talking, they had just reached the edge of the main house.

Bo Yueming turned his eyes away. “We’re almost there.”

Pei Yi understood. “En.”

He slowed his pace and leaned into Bo Yueming’s side, returning to his usual timid and obedient appearance.

Uncle Kai, who was following behind, felt that sudden and harmonious aura of the two, and shook his head with a smile—

One Second Young Master was enough, and now, adding Little Sir, who among the entire Bo family and relatives could be their opponents?

Bo Yueming and Pei Yi were approaching the gate of the main house, when they heard Old Mr. Bo’s scolding from the dining room. “Bo Jiao, do you still have your grandfather in your eyes!”

“You didn’t discuss with me in advance, and dared to move those shareholders to suppress me? Ah? Your second branch is going to step on my head? Is that right?”

“Let me tell you, don’t think that since you’re a girl, I won’t teach you the rules of this family!”

Eager to protect the girl, Xue Min immediately stepped in front of Bo Jiao, and her retort was a little urgent, “Grandpa, even if Bo Jiao is wrong, her original intention was for the sake of Bo Group! It was because Bo Guancheng himself was indiscreet, that’s why…..”

Bo Lihui interrupted in a deep voice, “Sister-in-law,  who are you saying is indiscreet?”

Listening to the back and forth confrontation, Pei Yi immediately became interested in eating melons, eager to shout and cheer—

Fight! Fight!

Slap each other! Slap each other!

The main branch and the second branch owed bad debts to Bo Yueming, and only by tearing each other up like this could his anger be relieved!

Bo Yueming tacitly sensed Pei Yi’s excitement and eagerness for more chaos, so he whispered helplessly and dotingly, “Kitten, be good.”

“…….”

Huh ? !

Pei Yi’s mind was in chaos because of  this pampering address, and he didn’t know where to look for a moment.

The next second, an angry voice came straight at them.

“Bo Yueming! You still dare to come here, ah? I was going to find you!” Bo Lihui approached with big strides, and berated Bo Yueming, “Tell me, did you do it?”

“Was it you and Bo Jiao? Ah? You two siblings joined forces to deal with Guancheng!”

Last week, his son had whispered his plans to him at the office to take advantage of the sex scandal and pull Bo Yueming down!

The results now?

The person who had an accident was Bo Guancheng!

The person who was forced to lose the position of general manager was still Bo Guancheng!

Where in the world could there be such a coincidence? After thinking about it, Bo Lihui had felt that something was wrong.

The only reliable son was forced to stay in the custody of the police station. His wife made phone calls to reach out to connections, but in the end she only got this paragraph—

Although Bo Guancheng is a first-time offender, he played too big!

The two girls who stayed with him said everything clearly and directly out of fear!

The evidence was conclusive, so how could they just let him go? Was the law just for display?

Bo Yueming feigned confusion. “Uncle, why don’t I understand what you just said? Dage couldn’t control his impulsiveness. Could it be that I forced him to do it?”

Bo Lihui was furious. “You!”

Old Mr. Bo noticed the abnormality, and his tone was equally unhappy. “Yueming, stop being glib in front of your elders!”

“Grandpa, Uncle, I have to thank you for bringing it up.”

Bo Yueming’s sudden statement took everyone aback.

Bo Lihui, who was standing in front of him, said, “What do you mean?”

“Half a year ago, you were all focused on my marriage, but you ignored Dage.”

Pei Yi was the quickest to understand what Bo Yuming meant, and his ears instantly burned red.

“I have someone to accompany me now, but Dage is not yet married.”

Bo Yueming clenched Pei Yi’s hand tightly, as if he had obtained some kind of treasure, and there was both flaunting and ridicule in his words—

“Be lenient toward his occasional impulses.”