Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 674 - 276: He fell off the horse! Let me introduce, this is my disciple, Wu Xian.
The midday meal made Min Xin’s wallet bleed profusely, causing him considerable distress.
If Zhou Yu were eating, he wouldn’t mind the cost, not one bit. However, these two old men were clearly taking advantage of him, laughing and chatting merrily. How could he not be furious?
Min Xin returned to the office in a rage. Wang Yuan immediately came up to him and asked, "How did it go?"
The moment it was mentioned, Min Xin exploded, "They didn’t reveal a single word!"
To think, so much money spent, and not even a whisper of information obtained. It’s infuriating! Do they even consider me one of their own?
For a moment, even Wang Yuan was at a loss for words.
Just as Min Xin was glaring at him, about to speak, the door opened, and Wang Jingchuan popped his head in. "Mr. Min."
Min Xin had never liked King Jingyao’s secretary-general, so he responded in a rather unpleasant tone, "What is it?"
Wang Jingchuan smiled. "Mr. Wang asked me to come over and inform you that he’d like to have dinner with you tonight."
Min Xin snorted. "Hasn’t he found his wallet yet?"
Wang Jingchuan knew that lunch had been a bit much and suppressed a laugh. "Mr. Wang is treating."
Min Xin had initially wanted to refuse haughtily. However, he also wanted to figure out King Jingyao’s intentions, so he thought for a moment and agreed, "Fine."
Wang Jingchuan glanced at Wang Yuan again, smiled faintly, and closed the door.
The moment he left, the two men inside began to discuss. "Wang Yuan, what do you think that old scoundrel King Jingyao is up to?"
Wang Yuan considered it carefully. "I believe it’s because of Bo Qing’s banquet tonight. Mr. Wang must be quite troubled by it."
Min Xin nodded. "Exactly!"
After a pause, he added, "He’s afraid he can’t handle it alone. He wants to drag me into tonight’s mess to share the embarrassment."
As he said this, Wang Yuan stared at him intently. "Then you..."
Min Xin slowly sat down and lit a cigarette. "We’ll see. This is the only option." But can I still truly stand for Min Xin’s interests in this?
He looked at Wang Yuan again. "Assign more people to protect Zhou Yu."
Wang Yuan nodded. "I understand."
Min Xin squinted, drawing slowly on his cigarette. He had spent his life excelling at schemes and calculations, but he truly couldn’t make sense of tonight’s impending events.
If he couldn’t understand it, Wang Yuan understood even less.
When it was time to leave work at six in the afternoon, Wang Jingchuan came over again to invite Min Xin to dine at King Jingyao’s place.
Min Xin was quite serious and asked on the way, "What sort of delicacies have you prepared for me?"
Wang Jingchuan scratched his head. "You’ll find out in a moment."
Min Xin smiled faintly, extinguished his cigarette, and entered King Jingyao’s small private dining room.
Upon entering, he saw four small cups of tea and a single bowl of soup on the dining table. He was instantly dumbfounded.
This is it?
This is what he calls inviting me to dinner?
King Jingyao courteously pulled out a chair for Min Xin, patting his shoulder to urge him to sit. "Brother Min, my apologies for making you eat a cafeteria meal with me. The office expenditures have been quite high lately, and we just supported a major project. I hope you understand."
Min Xin’s face darkened. "Surely you can afford a single proper meal out of your own pocket?"
That large wild ginseng he gave Gu Anxi alone was worth more than this meal!
King Jingyao slung an arm around Min Xin’s shoulder, smiling cheerfully. "A man has to save up some money for his future wife, you know. Surely you wouldn’t want to see me remain a bachelor forever?"
Min Xin was so repulsed by his overly familiar behavior that he edged away, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat with a look of disdain.
King Jingyao chuckled, appearing quite tolerant.
Halfway through the meal, Min Xin raised his hand to check the time. "The banquet at Bo Qing’s place should be starting soon, shouldn’t it?"
King Jingyao held a glass of light wine, a faint smile on his lips. "The atmosphere there should be just right. Shall we go take a look together?"
Min Xin stared at him. "Let’s not debase ourselves!"
King Jingyao nodded. "Indeed."
Saying this, he rose and slowly walked to a terrace at the back of the office. From there, one could see far into the distance.
Before he knew it, Min Xin was beside him, his voice soft, "Tonight, a projectile will be launched from South Africa, set to land on Island A."
This also heralded the arrival of Bo Qing’s era.
King Jingyao remained silent. The evening sunset enveloped him, bathing him in a golden light.
After a long while, he finally chuckled. "Min Xin, are we really getting old?"
Min Xin couldn’t answer; he only gazed into the distance.
「Night finally arrived.」
Bo Qing’s mansion was incredibly grand. Tonight, nearly all of Beicheng’s socialites were present, lending him immense face and making for a spectacular scene—of course, with the notable exceptions of the top-ranking King Jingyao and Min Xin.
As the music played and the atmosphere grew lively, the Bo family’s car arrived. The bustling scene instantly quieted, all eyes focusing on the black stretch limousine.
The driver got out and opened the rear door. Only Gu Anxi, along with Zhou Yunchen and his wife, emerged; Bo Nianyao and Mrs. Bo did not grace the event with their presence.
Zhou Yunchen, full of spirit and with his wife by his side, mingled effortlessly, completely unaffected by the recent rumors circulating in Beicheng. In the eyes of others, this signaled that Bo Qing’s position was secure, as even Zhou Yunchen, King Jingyao’s trusted confidant, had come to curry favor with Bo Qing.
Zhou Yunchen paid little heed to the onlookers’ gazes, continuing to chat and laugh with ease.
Gu Anxi, however, drew even more attention. A rumor had spread—no one knew from where—that Bo Qing, in a fury over a beauty, was vying with Bo Xichen for this very Little Miss Gu.
Gu Anxi met such infamy with dignified composure.
She held a glass of wine, perching gracefully on the armrest of a sofa. Due to her status, no one dared venture within two meters of her.
Gu Mingzhu was also present. She approached with a glass of wine and sneered at Gu Anxi, "Well, Gu Anxi, how does it feel now?"
Gu Anxi didn’t bother to look at her, merely flicking her eyelids up lazily as she asked, "How does what feel?"
Gu Mingzhu laughed lightly. "Don’t think I don’t know. You won’t last long in the Bo family. Old Master Bo has decided to hand the Bo family over to Bo Qing. Who in Beicheng doesn’t know that?"
Her gaze swept around. "Look at everyone around you. They’re all looking at you with pity."
Gu Anxi looked at her as if she were a fool, then chuckled. "It seems that being kicked out of the Gu family involved a harsh lesson for you. You’ve become quite adept at understanding social cues and the ways of the world now. Congratulations!"
Gu Mingzhu was furious. "You... Gu Anxi, I’m talking about you!"
Gu Anxi touched her nose. "Worry about yourself. Stop worrying about others all the time."
Just as Gu Mingzhu was about to say more, Song Jiaren slowly descended the stairs, her posture every bit that of a graceful lady.
She did indeed look quite beautiful tonight, dressed in a red slip dress, radiating a captivating allure that seemed to draw the eyes of every man in the room.
Gu Anxi, much like a man might, let her gaze linger appreciatively for a moment before looking down at the glass in her hand.
Song Jiaren descended slowly and stood before Gu Anxi. "After tonight, you will no longer possess the confidence you have now."
Gu Anxi looked her up and down, then propped her chin on her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Second Young Mistress, are you so confident because you were overtired last night?"
Song Jiaren choked, speechless.
Gu Anxi said with malicious intent, "You should get married as soon as possible; it’s easy for a life to be conceived that way, you know. I advise you to hold onto your man tightly now. Otherwise, if he doesn’t acknowledge it later, any child born will be illegitimate, just like what happened with my second grandfather."
Song Jiaren’s sore spot was hit, and she was furious—
Bo Qing had indeed said that he would not marry her.
They merely had... that kind of relationship!
Just as her anger reached its peak, a slightly deep male voice sounded from the staircase: "You’re here."
Gu Anxi tilted her head up to look at him.
Bo Qing, dressed in a black long robe, had the same clear, cold gaze as when she first met him.
Her throat tightened. Bo Qing still stood there, his gaze indulgent.
He suddenly spoke, "Tonight’s banquet is to introduce my beloved apprentice, Unbounded, to everyone. You know her as Gu Anxi. Also, tonight, I have a surprise gift for her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in an uproar!
Heavens, this banquet... it’s actually for Unbounded!
Little Miss Gu... is... is... Unbounded!
Weren’t they rivals? It turns out it was a case of family not recognizing family!
Gu Anxi’s fists clenched...
Fine!
Just fine!
They truly were alike. Neither had shown any mercy to the other; both had schemed against each other.
Not a shred of leeway had been given.
