The bedroom door was pushed open from outside.
Mr. Bo stormed in angrily:
"You brat, you tricked me that night? Old Man Gu’s birthday party was said to be very lively, with all kinds of big shots gathering, and you actually tricked me into coming home halfway, making me miss the chance to check out his precious eldest granddaughter!"
Facing the blame afterward, Bao Gucheng replied rather indifferently, "You just realized?"
That reaction time was way too long.
How many days had he been tricked?
Mr. Bo felt like his beard was about to curl up from anger: "You, you, you did it on purpose, didn’t you? Tell me, are you interested in that girl Shiyin, secretly going to see her while not wanting me to notice you two exchanging glances?"
Facing such accusations, Bao Gucheng finally stopped shaving and seriously turned back to give Mr. Bo a cold look: "Don’t compare unrelated women with me. It sullies my reputation."
Still saying you don’t want to— cough, cough, you’d better explain, you brat.
After a moment’s silence, the old man righteously countered: "Do you know how talented that girl Gu Shiyin is! As far as I know, she understands treasure appraisal, design, and even now the popular Tarot card fortune-telling. She has talents you can’t imagine..."
Bao Gucheng continued to shave, responding with indifference.
All those talents aren’t worth his little ancestor.
The old man was unwilling to give up and continued to promote: "Plus, her main skill is medical expertise, which is also super impressive. At such a young age, she already has a medical license while still doing her doctorate, and she’s a star pupil of a medical big shot, and I hear she’s also the designated heir of some mysterious medical organization, which is quite exceptional..."
Bao Gucheng didn’t even lift an eyelid and continued to shave.
A thousand heirs aren’t worth his little ancestor.
"Oh, Gucheng, you’re always hanging out with a bunch of guys; you don’t understand how precious a woman like her is. There’s a specialized term for such women, which is ’Boss of Ma Jia’, definitely a virtuous wife match, heh heh. I’m quite fashionable and keeping up with the times; I’ve found out everything for you. Just chase her down. I heard you’ve recently started to take an interest in women. Why not consider Shiyin, the Boss of Ma Jia, and combine your strengths..."
Bao Gucheng finished shaving and gave the old man a cold look.
Mentioning Ma Jia to him?
A thousand Ma Jias aren’t worth his little ancestor.
He spoke blandly: "Sorry, I don’t like women who play mysterious with Ma Jia, I prefer those who are more straightforward."
For example, someone who straightforwardly asks to kiss him!
He likes it very much.
Mr. Bo was so choked that even his beard skewed: "Okay, okay, you just have a contrary opinion to everything I say, right? Anyway, Shiyin’s medical skills are good, can’t you let her treat your illness without involving emotions? That leg of yours..."
Bao Gucheng coldly interrupted him, "I’m going to change clothes, could you give me some privacy?"
"I’m your dad, damn it, and at my age, why should I give you privacy!"
"At your age, you should know better not to infringe on others’ privacy."
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Facing Chen Long who was coming to deliver clothes.
"Good, good, good child."
Reaching downstairs, Mr. Bo finally realized: "Damn it, got tricked by that brat again. He doesn’t want me to see him changing, but why can Chen Long go in and see him change clothes!"
In the bedroom’s full-length mirror.
The man wore a crisp white shirt underneath a military green long trench coat, with the collar raised and sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing a segment of strong, powerful arm.