Gu Changqing was also taken aback.
Disciple? So Gu Anxi is Luo Lin?
Gu Changqing suddenly looked at Bo Xichen, a hint of understanding in his gaze. As he got up, he quirked a smile, "Bo Xichen, you’re quite lucky!"
After saying this, he turned to the manager and murmured, "Put it on my tab. Consider it a welcome-back party for Mr. He, and a celebration for Young Master Bo."
The manager was dumbfounded. He had known these were important figures, but only now did he realize one was Mr. He and the other... Young Master Bo? The top-ranked young master among Beicheng’s wealthy elite!
The manager immediately became extremely respectful. The grand send-off for the guests greatly pleased Mr. He. He hadn’t seen Gu Changqing in a long time and realized Changqing had become quite resourceful.
Mr. He was slightly tipsy, and Bo Xichen had also drunk a fair amount. Gu Anxi felt somewhat helpless.
「Outside the Imperial Colored Gate.」
Gu Changqing suddenly stepped out, walking straight to Gu Anxi’s side. He murmured, "There are a few things I’d like to talk to you about."
Bo Xichen stepped back a few paces.
Mr. He touched his nose. Heh... he just knew Gu Changqing had a thing for his disciple.
Gu Anxi looked up at Gu Changqing. "We don’t seem to have much to talk about."
In Gu Changqing’s dark eyes, there seemed to be a flicker of warmth. He smiled. "Yes, it seems we don’t."
He shrugged, appearing unbothered, then looked at Bo Xichen, but his words were directed at Gu Anxi, "Just stick with him. He’s a bit old-fashioned, but he’s not a bad person."
Feeling his words had been a bit too sentimental, Gu Changqing turned and left as soon as he finished speaking.
Gu Anxi found him strange, but Mr. He leaned in curiously. "What did he say? Is he giving you this Imperial mansion?" If so, he could visit Qingcheng often for sightseeing...
Gu Anxi glanced at him. "Master, you’ve read too many romance novels."
Mr. He stroked his chin. "Isn’t this the usual trope?"
Then, he looked at Bo Xichen. "Xichen, have you thought about what you’re going to give?"
Bo Xichen, having had a bit to drink, was more outspoken than usual. "That depends on what she wants."
Mr. He giggled. "What if she wants you? Will you give yourself to her?"
Bo Xichen’s ice-like eyes softened slightly. He whispered, "Mr. He!"
Gu Anxi overheard and turned her head, her voice cold. "I’ll tell Master’s wife you were at a bar."
Mr. He grinned and pulled out his phone. "I took a picture earlier. I’ll tell her you brought me here to honor your old master. What do you think? Will your Master’s wife beat you, her unfilial brat, to death?"
Heh... when it came to playing games, the older the ginger, the spicier!
Gu Anxi felt suffocated, glaring at Mr. He.
Bo Xichen chuckled. He was handsome to begin with, and after a few drinks, his face didn’t flush but instead exuded an even more ethereal charm. He reached out and lightly brushed her cheek. "Don’t be . Let’s take Mr. He back to the hotel."
Mr. He was still smiling. "Yes, Xichen is right. Let’s head back to the hotel and rest!"
Once they were in the car, he continued, "I’m a heavy sleeper. You don’t need to worry about me."
Gu Anxi was driving, really not wanting to deal with this shameless old codger. Only Master’s wife could handle him! Outsiders saw Mr. He as a man of great prestige and respect, but he was actually an incorrigible old rascal.
Bo Xichen sat beside her. He realized that, apart from Granny Chen, Mr. He was the only one who could make Gu Anxi break her icy demeanor. As for himself... he wasn’t sure what the young woman thought of him.
Perhaps it was the alcohol; his usual self-control seemed to be waning slightly. After dropping Mr. He off, he found himself longing for some time alone with her.