Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 556 - 557: What Kind of Weird Thing is This?

Chapter 556: Chapter 557: What Kind of Weird Thing is This?

King Jingyao found it amusing. "Hey, you’re just a young lady. What’s all this talk about pity and empathy? Don’t pick up such habits."

He paused, then said, "I heard you and that Shen Congwen are rather ambiguous, and as for those pretty young secretaries at Cloud He Group, I hear you don’t spare any of them." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The little minx immediately cried foul. "I don’t possess such heaven-defying abilities!"

The big shot snorted. "But you wish you did!"

Gu Anxi glanced at him and fell silent...

As the atmosphere chilled, the big shot couldn’t bear it any longer and was the first to apologize. "Alright, alright, it was just a couple of idle remarks. Why take it to heart?"

"I didn’t take it to heart." Gu Anxi toyed with her fingers. "Anyone with an IQ below 200 or over the age of forty, I don’t even bother with."

King Jingyao was fuming.

Gu Anxi chuckled, pleased she’d struck a nerve. Him, trying to contend with me? Not in this lifetime!

As she was leaving, the big shot was still huffing indignantly. She paused at the doorway, poked her head back in, and said, "Elder Brother, you should maintain this. It will make you more energetic."

Her elder brother was speechless.

Gu Anxi then placated him, "Alright, alright, I’m heading to Cloud He Group to activate the highest-level laboratory. I’ll specially concoct a fragrance for your childhood sweetheart, guaranteed to make her sleep soundly. I’m doing all this for your sake, Elder Brother."

King Jingyao finally managed a smile. "You little rascal. Always teasing me."

Gu Anxi gave a faint smile and quickly departed. As soon as she left, the Secretary-General approached King Jingyao. "Mr. Wang, why did you go to the trouble of acting as an intermediary? It wouldn’t have been difficult for Zhou Yu to find Anxi on her own."

King Jingyao took a sip of tea, eyeing the Secretary-General. "Jingchuan, why don’t you take a guess?"

Wang Jingchuan smiled. "It’s simply that you want Min Xin to owe Miss Anxi a favor. You know, if Miss Zhou were to approach Miss Anxi directly, she might not put in her best effort. You calculated that she would try her utmost out of consideration for you, which is why you played the middleman."

"You talk too much." The big shot, his thoughts laid bare, stood up. "Alright, let’s head to the General Office! This little rascal! I’ve worried myself sick over her, and she doesn’t even understand."

The Secretary-General followed behind him. "Not at all. She genuinely cares about you. Look, she took your matter to heart and acted on it immediately. Who else would be so proactive?"

These words made the elder brother beam. He stroked his chin. "That does seem true. My concern for her hasn’t been in vain after all."

The Secretary-General added a few more pleasing remarks to lift the elder brother’s spirits, and the two of them went downstairs, got into a car, and left.

Meanwhile, Gu Anxi was busy at Cloud He Group until six o’clock in the evening before she finally managed to formulate a perfume suitable for Zhou Yu. She increased the quantity slightly, making the fragrance more subtle and pleasant. Additionally, she created an essential oil that could be used during baths for deep relaxation.

This essential oil wasn’t on the market yet; it was scheduled for a fall launch, though its formula had undergone minor adjustments.

At six, she emerged from the lab with four small bottles in her pocket. When Secretary Tang approached, Gu Anxi handed them to her. "Take these and personally deliver them to Min Xin’s residence. Hand them directly to Mrs. Min."

Secretary Tang nodded, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Gu Anxi glanced at her, and she didn’t dare ask.

The items were finally delivered by seven o’clock, and Secretary Tang also met the legendary Mrs. Min, Zhou Yu—a beautiful woman with an ethereal, otherworldly air.

Zhou Yu received Secretary Tang in the living room. Secretary Tang presented the items. "Our Miss Gu developed this afternoon. She asked me to deliver them to you personally."

Zhou Yu reclined on the sofa, looking somewhat languid, as if she had just awoken from a nap.

She was a little surprised. "It’s ready already? I thought it would take at least two months."

Secretary Tang’s facial muscles twitched slightly. "Miss Gu is extraordinarily talented. You can’t measure her by ordinary standards."

Zhou Yu smiled faintly. "In that case, please thank her for me. Oh, and I have some small pastries here. Please take them with you to try."

Coming from a prominent family, she naturally wouldn’t offer money. Instead, homemade pastries were a thoughtful and respectful gesture.

Secretary Tang expressed her thanks and accepted them. She quickly departed. As her car was pulling away, she saw a black sedan leaving from the residence; it looked like Min Xin’s.

Secretary Tang patted her chest. Thank goodness I didn’t run into him, she thought.

The man was notoriously ruthless. If she had encountered him face-to-face, her legs would have been trembling.

In the black sedan, Min Xin, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. "Where did that car come from?"

The driver answered, "I don’t think I’ve seen that license plate before."

Min Xin remained silent, his expression grim. This lasted until he exited the car and entered the living room, which was now empty.

He loosened his tie and asked the servant following him, "Where is Madam? Has she had dinner yet?"

The servant replied, "Madam said she’s not eating tonight."

"Not eating?" Min Xin was displeased.

The servant replied honestly, "Madam went out for a social lunch. When she returned, she had a cup of chrysanthemum tea to aid digestion. She said she ate too much and wouldn’t be having dinner."

Min Xin said in a low voice, "Prepare something light."

The servant nodded. Just as he was about to withdraw, Min Xin asked again, "Who came by just now? Was it for Madam?"

The servant smiled. "It was a gift sent by Miss Gu from Cloud He Group for Madam; Madam had specifically requested it."

Min Xin raised his hand, and the servant retreated.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, slowly ascended the stairs, and upon reaching her bedroom door, knocked. "Yu."

There was no response from within, so he immediately pushed the door open.

Ever since Zhou Yu’s suicide attempt, he couldn’t bear to wait even a minute after knocking on her door.

When he pushed open the door, it wasn’t the heavy scent of blood he half-dreaded. Instead, a delicate fragrance wafted out. The scent... it was somewhat intoxicating, strangely addictive. Even a man as controlled as Min Xin couldn’t entirely resist its pull. His voice was slightly hoarse as he called out, "Yu."

Zhou Yu didn’t hear; she was asleep, lying in the bathtub.

The water had grown a bit cold. It was a good thing he had come home when he did.

And that fragrance still quietly permeated the air, seeping into his nostrils, an entangling aroma... It was profoundly relaxing, yet captivating, as if unwilling to release its hold.

Min Xin frowned. What is this strange concoction?

However, Zhou Yu was indeed sleeping soundly. She had always suffered from insomnia, but now, after a bath, she had fallen fast asleep.

When Zhou Yu woke up, the night was already deep.

She sat up, looking at the man’s shirt she was wearing, her hand silently clenching the fabric.

Lifting her gaze, she saw her husband in a bathrobe, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently smoking.

Zhou Yu turned her head away, wanting to change her clothes. Just then, Min Xin, as if sensing she was awake, asked softly, "Is this from Gu Anxi?"

Zhou Yu hummed in acknowledgment, not quite wanting to face the reality of the situation.

As if he understood her thoughts, he stubbed out his cigarette and strode towards her.