Gu Shiyin stood in the cold wind, bewilderedly waiting for the elusive Bao Gucheng.
Bao Gucheng, however, walked straight to Zuzi’s seat, added a chair, and naturally sat down beside her.
Elder Gu, who had stood up to greet him, hoping Xi Rubao would make space for Bao Gucheng, was momentarily stunned.
But noting that Bao Gucheng had sat between himself and Zuzi, it seemed okay to sit .
The other bigwigs at the table were quite tense.
Each with heavy vigilance, tried various means to probe Bao Gucheng:
"Mr. Bo, we heard you retired, why are you still recruiting talent for the Empire?"
"Mr. Bo, are you still recruiting female soldiers?"
"Mr. Bo, are you still recruiting minors?"
They thought Bao Gucheng was coveting Zuzi’s talent, wanting to recruit her for the military.
This was undermining their foundation, something they would resolutely not tolerate!
Who would have known.
Bao Gucheng looked indifferent, as if not understanding what they were saying: "I don’t have the time to recruit. I’m here today just to wish my teacher a happy birthday."
The bigwigs at the table breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Seeing Bao Gucheng’s restrained demeanor, filled with an aura of abstinence, and not engaging much with Zuzi, they felt even more at ease.
Then they heard Elder Gu sigh: "Gucheng, thanks to you for helping my granddaughter with her studies during the crucial period of college entrance exam preparation. Although the results are not out yet, with you tutoring Zuzi, I believe reaching the cutoff line shouldn’t be an issue."
Bao Gucheng remained impassive, responding lightly: "Hmm."
The bigwigs’ eyes flickered, exchanging glances: Damn, these two have no idea of Miss Xi’s capabilities.
Still discussing issues about reaching the cutoff line?
With Miss Xi’s terrifying intelligence, does she even need a tutor?
Clearly, Bao Gucheng is unaware of Miss Xi’s background and is unlikely to compete with them for talent.
The bigwigs completely let down their guard.
They began a new round of drinking and merriment.
By the window, the little crow, feeling bored, pointed at the hands held secretly under the marble dining table and whispered to Fu Xiqin:
"Little Qin, do you know what ’repressed sensuality’ is?"
"Huh? What’s ’repressed sensuality’?"
"Damn, weren’t they pretending to be unfamiliar?"
"Hehe, pretend, keep pretending."
Bao Gucheng’s large hand found Zuzi’s small hand under the table, and without hesitation, he tightly grasped it, holding it in his palm.
Having come from outside, his palm was initially a bit cool, but as soon as he touched her hand, the temperature inexplicably increased, becoming hot.
His face maintained a serious and indifferent look, answering everyone’s questions solemnly and aloofly, yet in private, his warm palm had already raised the temperature of Zuzi’s little hand!
"Why don’t you tell them your scores, Zuzi?"
The man seized an opportunity to ask in a low voice.
He had already accessed her original scores directly from the database in advance.
Due to an error in the scores, he had someone specially recheck them, discovering a mistake in the standard answers that led to a misjudgment on her part.
This caused a chain reaction, with examinees nationwide anxiously waiting for an extra hour.
These examinees didn’t yet know that their fates had already been altered—some had their scores improved due to the correction of the mistake, others the opposite.
A few points’ difference, life paths dramatically different.
"Oh, no one asked Ancestor," Zuzi blinked her bright eyes.
Such an important exam, one determining many people’s fates, she was nonchalant, as if it was no big deal.
Bao Gucheng’s Adam’s apple rolled.
He felt an impulse, right now, at this banquet, to pin her on the table—
And kiss her fiercely!