After Huang Mao left, Feng Mian and Gu Anxi walked back together. Bo Xichen, who finally had some free time, was sitting on the sofa reading a medical magazine. As if sensing their return, he beckoned Gu Anxi over to read with him.
Feng Mian shook his head. "You used to say you disliked the sound of cutting blood vessels, and now... you’re actually enjoying it, aren’t you!"
As Gu Anxi read, Bo Xichen naturally ran his fingers through her hair, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Feng Mian watched them, then fetched a bottle of iced water and gulped down half of it in one go.
I need to consider moving out. Seeing them every day, I’m going to burst from all their public displays of affection!
After they read the magazine for a while, Gu Anxi announced she was going to paint. The Jiaxing auction was in the middle of next month, and she needed to produce three pieces but had only finished two.
She intended the third piece as a gift.
Bo Xichen had specially prepared a studio for her. Before she started painting, Gu Anxi suddenly asked, "There’s an auction at Bishui Yuntian next month. May I borrow something from you?"
"What do you need?" he asked, standing beside her, acting as her little assistant.
Gu Anxi looked directly at him. "Can I borrow Citibank for a few days? By which I mean, I’d have actual control over it."
Bo Xichen smiled faintly. "Such a small thing. I’ll just tell Feng Mian."
Gu Anxi picked up her paintbrush, her gaze returning to the canvas. "Aren’t you afraid I might ruin the bank?"
This time, he seemed to consider it for a long moment before saying, "If you do, you’ll have to pay for it!" With that, he smiled briefly and walked out.
Gu Anxi called after him, "Aren’t you afraid I won’t be able to afford it!"
He turned, a half-smile on his face. "Catching you is all that matters. As for whether you can afford to compensate, or if your assets won’t cover your debts, we’ll find out then."
"People from Beicheng are no good," she muttered. "Always ready with an inappropriate comment at the drop of a hat."
Bo Xichen left with a light chuckle, feeling quite pleased. He went out and found Feng Mian sprawled on the couch, nursing an icy beer. "Love is intoxicating," Feng Mian lamented. "But it’s agony for a lonely soul like me!"
Bo Xichen sat down and opened another iced beer. Feng Mian sat up straight at once. "Isn’t your little one keeping you company?"
"She has her own things to do." Bo Xichen drank half his beer and then headed to the laboratory, leaving Feng Mian alone to mutter to himself, "Such a fresh and unconventional romance."
Bo Xichen stopped in his tracks again. "Oh, right. Anxi needs to use Citibank next month. Ask her when she’ll need it."
Feng Mian was internally aghast. He’s spoiling her! Utterly, boundlessly spoiling her!
「Qingcheng, Qin residence.」
Tonight’s atmosphere was a world away from the fervent energy of last night’s group meeting. Qin Han had investigated and confirmed that the one who set off the fireworks was Gu Changqing from Beicheng, an immensely powerful figure who was, indeed, already engaged. This proved that everything Professor Bo had said was true.
He pondered for a moment, then spoke, "It seems this chess piece, Anxi, isn’t of much use after all. Dad, don’t worry about it. It was just a big misunderstanding. Everyone in Qingcheng got worked up over nothing; Gu Changqing was just acting on a whim. I heard he already returned to Beicheng today." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Qin Siling interjected, "I told you! Anxi doesn’t have any significant backing; it was just some rich young master smitten by a pretty face. And it made our Wanqing very upset! Dad, Siyuan, you two have to compensate Wanqing properly. If she’s unhappy and doesn’t perform well next month, our family will lose its chance to make a mark in Beicheng. Wanqing is the public face of our Qin family now; not just anyone can compare to her."