Bo Xichen squinted at the small bottle. Inside the petite bottle was a green liquid, which strongly resembled— Jing!
Bo Xichen immediately opened the car door and got out to find Gu Anxi.
But the little one, who had been busy all day, was sprawled on the bed in her clothes, apparently fast asleep.
Bo Xichen called out to her, but she didn’t wake up. His heart ached for her. He removed her coat and shoes, tucked her in, and watched over her for a while before leaving.
That night, this small bottle of liquid was sent by private jet to the laboratory at the North City Yunxi Group’s headquarters. Three hours later, the results came in.
It was one hundred percent pure Jing.
Having received the report, Bo Xichen sat alone at his desk for a long while.
Someone from the lab at headquarters asked uncertainly, "Mr. Bo, should we inform the Executive Vice President (Bo Qing) about this?"
Bo Xichen replied calmly, "No need. Block all information about this. And don’t mention it to my aunt, Madam Bo Jin."
The staff at headquarters, fiercely loyal to their future Family Head, quietly acknowledged his instructions.
It was late into the night when Bo Xichen finally returned to his bedroom.
The exhausted girl was sleeping soundly. He knew she wouldn’t wake up until noon the next day. He was a master of medicine, the world’s best surgeon, yet he couldn’t cure Anxi’s illness. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩
When Gu Anxi woke up around noon the next day, she felt a cool sensation on her back.
"Bo Xichen?" she asked, trying to move. He lightly tapped her. "Behave now."
She obediently stayed put, letting him apply the medicine.
Bo Xichen dipped into the small bottle, taking out some of the green medicine, and gently applied it for her. "Didn’t I give you this medicine before? Why didn’t you use it?"
"Too much trouble," she muttered.
Then, he lectured her again.
Bo Xichen said calmly, "From now on, I’ll apply it for you every day."
When he was done applying it, he gave her a gentle pat.
Gu Anxi adjusted her clothes and turned over. "Are you just doing this for your own viewing pleasure?"
Bo Xichen chuckled, leaning closer to her. "Gu Anxi, do you even understand what you’re saying, hm?"
Gu Anxi immediately put on her shoes and ran into the bathroom.
While brushing her teeth, Gu Anxi thought, Maybe I could serialize a comic. The title could be ’Eighteen Ways for the Big Bad Wolf to Devour the Little White Rabbit.’ Just the thought of it sounds so cute!
The Qin family had been experiencing a streak of bad luck recently. Qin Han’s divorce had cost him a fortune. Then, Qin Han got beaten up again. He wanted to press charges, but just as he was about to report it to the police, his secretary rushed in holding a document.
The moment Qin Han opened it, he slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon.
He waved his hand. "Let’s just drop the matter this time."
Qin Siling was indignant. "Why drop it? Dad, don’t be so scared of the Bo family! It’s a fact that Gu Anxi assaulted someone."
Qin Han, in a foul mood, tossed the document aside. "Look at it yourself! They sent this over, how can I possibly press charges now?"
Qin Siling immediately picked it up. A quick glance was enough to make her stare in disbelief. "Dad, how did they get this?"
Qin Han took a harsh drag from his cigarette, ignoring his bruised and swollen face. "What did the buyer I asked you to find say?"
The Qin family’s finances were tight, so Qin Han had decided to sell that Luo Lin painting.
Damn it all! That painting by Gu Anxi, that little brat! Ever since I found out she was Luo Lin, I can’t even bear to look at it. The sight of it makes me feel as sick as if I’d swallowed a fly. Selling it is the best option, save myself the headache!
"I’ve found a buyer," Qin Siling said softly, "but they’re only offering thirty-five million."