Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 670 - 671: Protecting Anxi is My Destiny, 2600 words
Song Jia stared at her. "Gu Anxi, don’t assume you always have the upper hand. I might not lose to you in a direct confrontation."
Gu Anxi took a bite of fruit. "I believe you. But I am curious. You’re attractive and capable, so why did you become a thief?"
Song Jia’s gaze faltered.
Gu Anxi chuckled. "Safe travels. No need to see you out."
Song Jia wanted to say more, but Old Mr. Bo was already losing his temper. "Aren’t you leaving yet?"
What a disgrace! He hadn’t been home in years, only to be driven out by a junior family member. He vowed to take revenge; he would make this arrogant upstart cry and beg him for a way to live.
Gu Anxi met Old Mr. Bo’s gaze, smiling sweetly. "And you as well, take care."
Old Mr. Bo nearly choked on his anger. He flung his sleeves and stormed off, Bo Qing’s expression also grim.
After they all left, Bo Nianyao approached Gu Anxi to discuss matters. However, Old Wang wasn’t pleased. "Always serious business! Is there ever an end to it with you people? If you need to discuss things, go find Jingyao and pair up with him. Anxi is so young and innocent; don’t let her become as stuffy and old-fashioned as you all."
As he spoke, Old Wang turned to Gu Anxi, his eyes pleading. "Anxi, my dear, shall we go have some fun?"
Gu Anxi stretched. "Sure. Let’s invite Old Lin as well and go bird hunting on the mountain."
Old Wang brightened instantly. "Let’s invite Chen Ming too! I hear his marksmanship is excellent."
Gu Anxi agreed and walked towards the parking lot.
Old Wang followed, turning back to wave triumphantly at Bo Nianyao. Bo Nianyao sighed. "Truly an old child leading a young one." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
He had barely finished speaking when the Old Madam shot him a look, and Bo Nianyao immediately fell silent.
Meanwhile, Gu Anxi took Old Lin, Old Wang, and a group of other old gentlemen up the mountain to hunt birds. Elsewhere, Old Mr. Bo had arrived at Bo Qing’s villa. He paced back and forth, still fuming. "How could she ignore me!"
Nobody responded. He stood rooted to the spot and repeated, "How dare she ignore me!"
Bo Qing sat in the main seat, his face dark and gloomy.
Song Jia asked quietly, "Senior Brother, what do we do now?"
Bo Qing ignored her, continuing to look at Old Mr. Bo.
Old Mr. Bo stated firmly, "Bo Qing, I’ve made up my mind. Our Bo family has been too downtrodden, subservient to others for hundreds of years now."
He thought for a moment, then added, "They must be discussing their countermeasures right now."
Bo Qing looked at Song Jia, who instantly made a call. After about a minute, her expression turned grim. "Gu Anxi and her group have gone up the mountain to hunt birds."
Old Mr. Bo was furious at first, but then he chuckled. "See? A mere girl is nothing to fear. Only you, Bo Qing, constantly overestimate her. She’s just good-looking and happened to catch the eye of my good-for-nothing son and daughter-in-law, who treat her like a treasure. In reality, she’s still just a child at heart. To think she’d still be in the mood for bird hunting at a time like this!"
Bo Qing’s expression remained impassive.
Old Mr. Bo finally relaxed. "I’ll go rest first. By the way, are there any problems with the Jiang and Chu families?"
Bo Qing stayed silent. Song Jia spoke for him, "The Jiang family is on our side, and the Chu family certainly knows which side offers more benefits."
Old Mr. Bo stretched lazily and went to his room, satisfied that everything was in order.
Song Jia looked at Bo Qing. "Senior Brother."
Bo Qing’s eyes were like daggers. "Hong Fu, if you dare harm her without my express permission, I will take your life."
Song Jia’s eyes reddened...
Why? She had followed him for so long, yet she was still no match for Gu Anxi. That person had only been by his side for half a year, personally taught by him, and now had betrayed him. She clearly deserved punishment, but Bo Qing’s heart still held a place for her.
「That night.」
Bo Qing emerged from the bathroom. Song Jia, wearing a white bathrobe, was lounging on the sofa, sipping red wine.
"You should go back," Bo Qing sat down and lit a cigarette.
Song Jia’s eyes were misty. "Senior Brother, why don’t you let me accompany you? Am I not attractive? What’s so great about that little girl?"
She leaned closer, but Bo Qing evaded her, his expression growing colder. "My private affairs are none of your concern."
But Song Jia stubbornly clung to his neck. "Don’t you think she’s just an immature little girl? Senior Brother, look at me properly."
Bo Qing coldly pushed her away and stood up. "You’ve had too much to drink."
Song Jia fell back onto the sofa, muttering dejectedly, "I’ve loved you for so many years. You can’t be unaware of it."
Bo Qing turned, his face impassive. "I never asked you to love me. Furthermore, if you find this painful, you are free to leave. However, if you dare to leak anything about the organization, I will end your life."
Song Jia exclaimed agitatedly, "Gu Anxi directly betrayed you! Why don’t you take her life?"
Bo Qing took a step forward, knelt on one knee on the sofa, and leaned in, bringing them very close. She nervously bit her lip. "Was I wrong?"
Bo Qing gripped her chin, his voice cold. "Because she is my very life."
Song Jia froze, her face instantly paling.
Bo Qing added, "You want to be my woman? Then I’ll grant your wish."
The wine glass in Song Jia’s hand tipped over, the dark liquid staining her white bathrobe, but no one paid it any mind...
「Deep into the night.」
Bo Qing rose, his black attire melting into the night.
Song Jia lay on her side, sensing him move further and further away, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the bedsheet.
She knew where he was going, but she couldn’t stop him. Because he had told her he would not marry her; they were the same kind of people.
But Gu Anxi was not.
Meanwhile, Bo Qing slowly descended the stairs. To his surprise, Old Mr. Bo was still awake, sitting on the sofa in the living room playing with chess pieces. Seeing Bo Qing come down, the old man smiled. "Still heading out? It’s so late."
Bo Qing paused.
Old Mr. Bo’s eyes glinted shrewdly. "You’ve taken a liking to Xichen’s girl, haven’t you?"
Bo Qing remained silent.
The old man chuckled again. "What’s so good about her? She’s good-looking and tall, sure, but she’s fierce. Isn’t your Junior Sister far more alluring and versatile?"
Finally, Bo Qing replied, "What are you trying to say?"
The old patriarch lowered his head, playing chess against himself. "Things have come to this, and you just abandon the woman? That’s not right. Even if she were just a casual girlfriend, you should at least give her some ’girlfriend expenses’ before leaving! Who behaves like you?"
Bo Qing slowly sat down and began playing chess with the old patriarch.
The old man chuckled. "That’s more like it. How can one be eating from their own pot while eyeing what’s in another’s bowl? Besides, she’s Xichen’s wife; they’re legally married. It’s hardly appropriate for you to be sneaking over there in the middle of the night!"
Bo Qing smiled faintly. "The old patriarch really does care for Xichen."
The old patriarch sighed lightly. "What good does caring do? Everyone, high and low, despises me now. If this matter succeeds, well and good. Then, when we eventually cede our positions, they’ll still have to swallow their anger and defer to me. But if we fail..."
Bo Qing’s voice was indifferent. "We won’t fail."
The old man mused, "True. The four great families are hardly that united. They’re all just a bunch of cowards, afraid of death."
Bo Qing said no more. He played a few games of chess with him before heading to a guest room. The old man called after him, "This won’t do, you know!"
Bo Qing remained utterly indifferent.
The old patriarch shook his head. "Spineless fool!"
Just as he was speaking, Song Jia came downstairs, looking enchanting and full of charm.
The old patriarch sighed inwardly. How was this girl any inferior to that little rascal? She had the looks, the figure, was perfectly obedient, and even quite seductive.
「Back at Si Garden」
Gu Anxi had played for most of the day and returned by car in the evening.
Bo Nianyao hadn’t gone to bed. As soon as she returned, a servant informed him, and Gu Anxi was promptly invited into the study by Father Bo. The finest tea was already laid out.
Gu Anxi laughed. "Father Bo, you’re too tense."
She paused, then continued, "Even if the Bo Family falls, we still have An Pu. We won’t starve. After that, let them do whatever they want."
Bo Nianyao gave a wry smile. "You probably don’t know, but Bo Qing is hosting a banquet tomorrow night. I’ve heard that all the prominent figures of Beicheng will attend. Just imagine, for these people to be willing to go at such a critical time... it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re siding with Bo Qing, but their stance is ambiguous, at the very least."
The little imp’s eyes sparkled. "Does our family have an invitation too?"
Bo Nianyao nodded. "Naturally. This is also Bo Qing’s way of making a show of force to the Bo family, to demonstrate that he too can command widespread support in Beicheng."
Gu Anxi chuckled. "Everyone is well aware of what happened in South Africa, so they’re wary of him. If he lost his power, do you think anyone would still listen to him?"
Bo Nianyao stared at her intently. "So, what do you think? Should we..."
"Go? Why wouldn’t we go!" Gu Anxi grinned. "I’m even planning to give him a generous gift."
Bo Nianyao was taken aback. "A generous gift?"
Gu Anxi hummed affirmatively. "That’s right, a very generous gift!"
