Gu Anxi sat up again. "Thank you! I should go home now!"
She tilted her head. "How should I pay the medical expenses?"
Bo Xichen’s ice-blue eyes rested on her face. He didn’t answer her question, asking instead, "Were you really taking a bath at that time?"
Gu Anxi’s gaze remained clear, though tinged with a hint of confusion.
"Forget it. Pretend I didn’t ask," Bo Xichen said with a faint smile.
She repeatedly fell asleep defenselessly in front of him. Infinite, the Dark Chief Executive, who could evade various pursuits in the black market, would not be so careless. Besides, she was really small. A tiny, fragile creature.
Later, Bo Xichen personally drove Gu Anxi home to a very beautiful villa.
Bo Xichen reached out to open the car door for her. Gu Anxi got out and said, "Thank you."
Even these two words, when she uttered them, sounded rather aloof.
Bo Xichen’s gaze fell on her, and he smiled lightly. "Little one, don’t get into fights so easily in the future. You won’t always be this lucky."
Gu Anxi didn’t respond, turning her head.
She noticed he used the word ’easily’. Warmth bloomed in her heart. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to her so cautiously.
Her fingers curled slightly, then she turned around. "Doctor Bo, you shouldn’t play the good guy so easily either. There are plenty of stories like ’The Farmer and the Snake’."
No emotion could be seen in Bo Xichen’s ice-blue eyes. After a long pause, he smiled faintly. "I have never been a farmer, and I am not afraid of snakes."
Gu Anxi bit her lip, turned, and left.
There was a finality to her departure.
"Ungrateful little thing," Bo Xichen murmured, feeling a bit unhinged himself. Then, he got into the car.
He didn’t leave immediately but instead sent a message to Fengxi on his phone.
[Check Gu Anxi’s background.]
He wanted to know what kind of background allowed her to live in such a fine villa, yet still required her to work at a place like Emperor Color.
Night deepened, the moonlight like a bolt of white silk.
Most of the lights in the villa were off; only a few scattered lights shone, as if waiting for someone to return late.
Just as Gu Anxi entered the living room, the lights there flickered on.
Appearing before her was Qin Siyuan’s expressionless face. "Had fun? Coming home so late, don’t you think you owe an explanation?"
Gu Anxi didn’t even look at him. She headed for the stairs, passing him and saying coldly, "Qin Siyuan, when you have time, you should care more about Shen Wanqing."
"I will!" Qin Siyuan suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice practically a snarl. "But if I recall correctly, I’m your stepbrother, and I have the right to manage you!"
"Really?" Gu Anxi raised her eyes, a calm smile playing on her lips. "Qin Siyuan, do you really think you can control me?"
Qin Siyuan’s handsome face flushed with anger. Just then, a displeased female voice sounded from upstairs, "If Siyuan can’t control you, can I?"
Gu Anxi’s gaze turned even colder as she slowly looked up.
Her mother, Wang Keru, came into view—now the elegant Mrs. Qin.
Over a year ago, after a car accident left her father in a vegetative state, Gu Anxi had disappeared. By the time she returned, her mother had already remarried into the Qin family, wealthy merchants in Qingcheng. Gu Anxi sometimes wondered if her mother had ever truly loved her father, or if she, Gu Anxi, was even her biological daughter. If so, how could a woman abandon everything and share another man’s bed under such circumstances?
Wang Keru addressed her stepson, Qin Siyuan, with a gentle expression. "Siyuan, you go to bed first. I’ll discipline Anxi."