Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 542 - 543: How embarrassing! Gu Mingzhu also gifted perfume!
The two of them stayed, largely hoping the Old Madam would put in a good word for them. Therefore, Tang Yuan would rather be ignored than driven away.
At this moment, Zhou Yu caught a glimpse of King Jingyao walking towards them from the corner of her eye. Knowing there would probably be private matters to discuss later, she stood up. "Old Madam, I will come back and chat with you later."
The Old Madam chuckled, then turned her gaze to her son who had just sat down. "What brings you here? Look, even Zhou Yu is avoiding you. It’s not that I’m criticizing you, but your feud with Min Xindou has nothing to do with Zhou Yu. That child doesn’t meddle in such affairs."
King Jingyao casually patted his trouser leg and calmly replied, "Mother, what are you talking about? I treat Zhou Yu like a little sister. Whenever I see her, I’m always polite. I’ve never shown her even a hint of displeasure."
The Old Madam laughed again. "You certainly know what to say."
Lifting her gaze, she finally paid a bit of attention to the mother and daughter from the Gu family. "By the way, Mingzhu has been waiting. She probably wants to talk to you."
The Old Madam was entirely focused on the wild mountain ginseng; she also disliked her son inviting the Gu family—all three of them—over.
Honestly, one snatched a husband and then cuckolded him, one fancies herself a real princess, and one was made a cuckold. All three of them, completely clueless about their own standing, yet still dreaming of hobnobbing with the elite. They’re nuts!
Having said her piece, she looked at her son, waiting to see his plan.
Jingyao invited them, so he definitely intended to deal with them. Who said he invited them to enjoy themselves?
This son of hers, his mind and schemes ran deep; sometimes even she, his own mother, couldn’t figure him out. Fortunately, he was still filial. For instance, regarding An Xi, when she told him to let it go, he did. Isn’t he enjoying being an older brother now?
But the Old Madam also understood clearly that this good relationship was largely due to An Xi’s high emotional intelligence.
Suddenly, the Old Madam’s nose twitched. She sniffed the air. "Jingyao, what’s that lovely scent on you? It smells very nice."
The Old Madam, hailing from a distinguished family, had a particularly refined taste in life. She often complained that Old Wang lacked sophistication; thankfully, this son of hers took after her.
At his mother’s question, King Jingyao took a perfume bottle from his pocket. "How about this? A little rascal gave it to me."
The Old Madam took it. Being an expert, she knew with one sniff. "This scent is tailor-made for you."
Although she liked it, since it was unique, it wouldn’t be right for her to take it.
She returned it to her son and looked at him. "That little rascal really cares about you."
That was one of An Xi’s good qualities. Initially, she might have just been trying to manage relations with the Wang Family, fearing disadvantages for the Bo family. But over time, that child showed she was genuinely good to people, the kind who would give her heart and soul.
Hearing this, Jingyao was inwardly delighted. "That’s also because I treat her well."
The Old Madam gave him a disdainful look.
Finally, after the mother and son finished talking, it was the Gu mother and daughter’s turn.
When King Jingyao looked at them, his expression had already turned indifferent. "Is there something?"
When Gu Mingzhu heard them discussing perfume, her heart leaped. So, Mr. Wang had this hobby, and she happened to be... a professional in this field!
Thus, she carefully presented two bottles of perfume. "Mr. Wang, these are perfumes I blended myself. The gift may be small, but it’s a token of my sincerity."
King Jingyao sat there languidly, not saying a word for a long moment. Gu Mingzhu and Tang Yuan both grew anxious. The Old Madam, unable to bear her son’s pretentious air, said, "Alright, it’s a gesture of goodwill."
King Jingyao chuckled. "The Old Madam is right. I should accept it."
With that, he reached out his hand.
Gu Mingzhu carefully placed them in his hand. The magnate, still with a languid air, sniffed one. "Not bad."
He casually handed them to his nearby chief secretary, who in turn passed them to the household servants.
The servants here were all astute. One look at Mr. Wang’s expression and they knew these two bottles of perfume were now theirs. They were quite pleased; each bottle was worth several hundred!
How could Gu Mingzhu know any of this?
By now, she had also caught the scent on King Jingyao. Feigning expertise, she asked, "Mr. Wang, is the perfume you’re wearing specially blended by a master perfumer?"
This scent isn’t available on the market.
King Jingyao suddenly looked interested. "You can tell?"
Gu Mingzhu smiled a little shyly. "Yes. Only a master-level perfumer could create a fragrance that harmonizes so perfectly with your presence."
King Jingyao smiled. "Not really a master. Just a child fooling around. You know her too."
Gu Mingzhu was stunned.
She knew her too?
King Jingyao beckoned with his hand. "An Xi, come here."
Gu An Xi trotted over and sat beside him, perfectly at ease.
Meanwhile, Tang Yuan and Gu Mingzhu were still standing. Neither Mr. Wang nor the Old Madam had invited them to sit, so they didn’t dare to.
King Jingyao looked at his little rascal. "Miss Gu is also interested in the perfume you gave me. She’s asking how you blended it."
Gu An Xi said, "Oh, I just whipped it up randomly! But I did spend a bit more time on this particular one for you—a full four hours to blend."
Four hours? Gu Mingzhu felt like screaming! It would take her at least two months to blend one perfume, yet Gu An Xi created such a high-quality fragrance in just four hours? She couldn’t believe it. It had to be a lie!
Gu An Xi, however, didn’t care whether Gu Mingzhu believed her or not. She thought for a moment, then said, "I’ve applied for a patent for it. I made ten small vials. I’ll bring them for you next time."
She spoke with such a familiar tone that anyone could tell she was very close to King Jingyao. Gu Mingzhu felt a pang of jealousy, thinking Gu An Xi was trying desperately to ingratiate herself. However, she wasn’t anxious. Wasn’t there another, truly beloved sister of Mr. Wang who hadn’t arrived yet? Once that darling came, Gu An Xi would probably be sidelined...
