Mrs. Bo made a gesture. Immediately, two chefs emerged from a nearby vehicle, pushing an exquisite little food trolley. The lid was opened, revealing steaming hot, freshly baked small cookies.
Mrs. Bo took one and pressed it into Gu Anxi’s hand. "This is a new recipe I learned. Quick, try it and tell me what you think!"
This display of affection, coupled with their noble status, made Shen Wanqing burn with jealousy—Why is the Bo Family so kind to Gu Anxi? Didn’t Uncle Qin say Professor Bo was only attracted to her looks and would never marry her? What is this display now? Are they actually meeting the parents?
It wasn’t just Shen Wanqing who was shocked; everyone in the Qin family was utterly astounded. Mrs. Bo’s behavior clearly showed she considered Gu Anxi a cherished treasure to be pampered. Aren’t mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships notoriously difficult? Why did Bo Xichen’s mother barely glance at her own son, yet cradle Gu Anxi in the palm of her hand, doting on her? Her gaze towards Gu Anxi was brimming with maternal love. She acted as if she wished everyone else present would simply vanish, allowing her to dote on her beloved to her heart’s content. Such affection was so palpable that it wouldn’t have mattered if it seemed overly sentimental.
Wang Keru, however, found this a bit much to take in and felt a little crestfallen. Only then did she understand why Mrs. Bo had been praising her own son so relentlessly: she wanted Wang Keru to dote on Xichen. But how was she supposed to dote on him?
After Mrs. Bo had fed Gu Anxi a few small cookies, she called Wang Keru and the others to get into the car. Naturally, she had also spotted Grandma Chen.
Mrs. Bo immediately adopted a solemn expression. Together with Bo Xichen’s father, they approached Grandma Chen with great respect. "Aunt Gu, it has been a long time."
That these two distinguished individuals showed such profound respect to a mere servant of the Gu family was astonishing enough to make jaws drop.
Grandma Chen, however, seemed accustomed to such deference. Her voice was light as she said, "Indeed, it has been a long time. Twenty years have passed in a flash, and our Anxi has grown up now."
This subtle invocation of past kindness only deepened Mrs. Bo’s sense of heartfelt gratitude.
If Gu Rong hadn’t brought Anxi all the way to Qingcheng, where would she have found such an adorable little treasure to dote on? And where would Xichen have found a wife?
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Grandma Chen looked very satisfied. "The girl from the Lin family is indeed sensible."
This turn of events left everyone in the Qin family utterly flabbergasted! Who on earth was this Grandma Chen? To command such reverence! Wait a minute, Mrs. Bo just called her Aunt Gu... Could it be... Is Grandma Chen actually part of the Gu family?
Grandma Chen’s gaze swept around the room, her eyes glinting with sharp astuteness—Heh, a bunch of idiots!
Then, escorted by Mr. and Mrs. Bo, she boarded the car. This was partly out of respect for an elder of the Gu family, but more significantly, because she was the one who had raised Gu Anxi.
The car slowly pulled away. Its imposing presence and the sheer spectacle of the scene prompted a flurry of camera flashes from the reporters—CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!—who then began to write furiously—
Stories about Miss Wang leaving the ’nouveau riche’ Qin family only to encounter true high society; about how the Qin family had clearly aimed too high, their ’small temple’ unable to house a ’true deity’; about the Qin family’s pettiness, losing their composure over a mere three hundred and sixty million—all these sorts of reports were bound to infuriate the Qin family to the point of spitting blood!
Gu Anxi climbed into Bo Xichen’s car. As she fastened her seatbelt, she whispered, "You didn’t tell me Mr. and Mrs. Bo would be coming at this time. I wasn’t prepared at all."
Bo Xichen smiled. "My mother enjoys surprising you. I only found out about it half an hour ago myself."
Gu Anxi murmured an "Oh," then began to nibble on the small cookies like a little squirrel. Bo Xichen watched her for a long moment. Hugging the small jar, she asked, "Bo Xichen, why are you staring at me? Do you want some too?"