Gu Anxi squatted down and picked up the piece of paper. It was, indeed, a birth certificate.
The name read Gu Anxi, born on October 21st, at Beicheng First Hospital.
Beicheng, I was actually born in Beicheng.
Her throat felt constricted. Dad said the information was in Qing University’s library... is this it? Just a birth certificate? Why was it hidden in here?
Gu Anxi was dazed. Bo Xichen took the paper from her hand, glanced at it, and then smiled. "So, you were born in Beicheng."
He gently ruffled her hair. "A little sun, born in the morning."
Gu Anxi silently folded the paper and put it in her pocket. "I want to go back to the hospital."
"Okay." He knew something had touched a nerve. He started to pack up but was suddenly embraced from behind.
The hug was tight, forceful, as if she was using all her strength.
He was surprised and felt a pang of heartache.
He gently stroked the head of this easily ruffled little cat, his voice gentle. "What’s wrong?"
Gu Anxi shook her head, her voice thick with emotion. "I just want to hold you for a while."
Bo Xichen smiled, letting her cling to him, occasionally patting her head.
Gu Anxi, still in his arms, spoke with a muffled voice, "That day... if Dad hadn’t tried to save me, he wouldn’t still be lying there. He had a chance to escape."
"Bo Xichen... so..." She closed her eyes, about to say something more, but he interrupted her.
His voice was gentle yet carried a masculine firmness.
"Gu Anxi, don’t say it. Didn’t I tell you that you could make a wish to me?" He gently detached her from his embrace and bent down to meet her gaze. "I can not only share your pain, but I can also do other things."
She stared straight into his eyes, her fingers slowly curling...
That night, Gu Anxi stayed with Gu Yuntian in the hospital the entire time. She told him she had found what he wanted her to look for, but she didn’t understand what it had to do with the birth certificate.
Gu Yuntian lay there quietly, unable to answer her.
While the hospital felt as cold as winter, a certain high-class apartment in Qingcheng was as warm as spring.
On the sofa, a handsome young man was playing a game. Chu Yan sat beside him, shamelessly hugging his arm. "Brother, brother, hurry up and tell me, did you accept the Qin family’s dirty money?"
Chu Ci lost the round. He put down his phone and looked helplessly at his sister. "What now?"
"I made a bet with a classmate! I bet you wouldn’t go to Shen Wanqing’s birthday banquet." Chu Yan wailed dramatically a couple of times. "You’d never bow to the allure of evil money, right?"
Chu Ci chuckled. "And what if I would?"
"Gu Anxi is very beautiful. Why don’t you go to her party instead? Sing her a birthday song, send her your blessings, something like that... Brother, brother, please? I love you the most!" Chu Yan pleaded, squirming in her brother’s arms, using every trick in her cute repertoire—pouting, wheedling, the works.
Chu Ci was at his wit’s end. He picked up his phone. "Having a spendthrift sister like you leaves me no choice."
With one phone call, he canceled his Saturday engagement.
However, his manager, who was out drinking and flirting at a bar, completely forgot about it the next day. As a result, the Qin family fully expected Chu Ci to show up at the birthday party.
Chu Yan, having achieved her goal, cupped Chu Ci’s handsome face in her hands. "Brother, you’re the best!"
"Enough with the flattery!" Chu Ci swatted her mischievous hands away. "Any other outrageous requests? Spit them all out at once."
Chu Yan’s eyes sparkled. "On her birthday, could you post a birthday wish for Gu Anxi on your Weibo account to your 27,000,000 followers? Maybe a short video of you singing a little song? That would be amazing!"