Bo Xichen was a bit surprised: "You know about this too?"
This was a popular game in Beicheng’s upper class circles—betting on horse races, soccer, and car races.
Gu Anxi grinned: "I used to win quite a lot."
"Betting on yourself to win?" he chuckled.
Gu Anxi shook her head: "Nope. I’d bet on the other side to win, then deliberately lose to them!"
Bo Xichen: That works?
Gu Anxi continued softly, "Actually, I’ve competed with Gu Mingzhu four or five times in the same event. I lost every time, but the money I won was more than the first place prize—it’s a good deal."
Bo Xichen: Time to rethink what I know about Gu Anxi.
He paused for a moment, then spoke: "So what about this time?"
Gu Anxi’s expression turned calm: "You think, since I’ve never beaten her before, who would people bet on?"
Of course it’d be Gu Mingzhu!
That’s how you make money!
Bo Xichen smiled, "So?"
"This time, bet on me!" Gu Anxi tilted her chin up slightly. "I’m planning to beat her, just once, this time."
Bo Xichen smiled: "Then shall we set a small goal—make a hundred million?"
"Let’s put in a hundred million, the odds will be at least ten to one." Gu Anxi sounded relaxed and nonchalant.
Bo Xichen pinched her cheek: "Well, it’s all up to my wife then."
Gu Anxi’s face grew warm, "Who’s your wife? Shameless."
Dr. Bo immediately put on a high-and-mighty look: "If you’re not my wife, why do you come home with me and cuddle me every day?"
"Poor you, you don’t have a wife," Gu Anxi bantered right back.
But as the teasing went on, the atmosphere changed... The car sat parked there, for a long, long time...
Cars passed by, flashing past one after another.
Only one car drove a bit slower—the driver had been told to slow down.
In the back seat sat Mrs. Gu, who’d arrived in Qingcheng early, and 19-year-old Gu Mingzhu. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
The car drove by slowly, and both Mrs. Gu and Gu Mingzhu saw that inside that supercar, the eldest son of Beicheng’s Bo Family was cupping a young girl’s face, utterly indulgent...
The scene was truly beautiful.
The man and the young girl were so engrossed it could make anyone blush and their heart race.
Gu Mingzhu turned her head back around and sat up straight.
Mrs. Gu, Tang Yuan, patted her hand, "What is it?"
Gu Mingzhu said softly, "Nothing."
Mrs. Gu knew her daughter was proud and ambitious, and had admired Bo Xichen since she was young. But Bo Xichen seemed to have someone he liked—it was all over Beicheng, and the Bo Family Head and his wife were both very fond of her as well.
She said gently, "Mingzhu, with your qualities, are you really worried you won’t find someone suitable? You’re the only daughter of the Gu family, spoiled by everyone. Don’t compare yourself to those messy people, it just lowers your worth."
Gu Mingzhu lowered her head and said quietly, "Mom, why does he like some country girl from Qingcheng."
In Gu Mingzhu’s eyes, people from a small place like Qingcheng were all country bumpkins.
Mrs. Gu patted her again and comforted her softly, "Didn’t I tell you, don’t put yourself in the same league as those people, it lowers your worth. You’re only nineteen, you have your own column, top of your class at Beida (I’m sorry, Beida!!!), and you’ve got all kinds of talents. Plus, Changqing isn’t interested in the family business, so you’ll take over the Gu Corporation. Even if your aunt doesn’t like us, you’re still the rightful heir."
After hearing that, Gu Mingzhu felt better. Mrs. Gu continued, "Focus on getting yourself together, what matters is the upcoming competition. A lot of people are betting on you to take first place."
Gu Mingzhu gave a reserved little smile: "Don’t worry, Mom—the biggest threat is Number 85, but she’s never beaten me once. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll win again."
"That’s good." Mrs. Gu smiled warmly.