Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 739 - 740: Bo Qing is dead! He chooses to end himself
Song Jia stared at her.
Gu Anxi remained nonchalant, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sorry, I accidentally got the password and dealt with the matter myself. You know, not bothering others is a traditional virtue. Yet, it seems none of you are happy about it. By doing this, I’m the one who played the villain, and it doesn’t affect your precious relationships. Isn’t it a win-win situation? You should thank me, Madam."
Her sharp tongue left Song Jia at a loss for words.
Now, she was caught in an impossible situation. Claiming she was on Gu Anxi’s side was false, and saying she was on Bo Qing’s side would likely make him distrust her even more.
Song Jia felt utterly lost. She even felt inferior to Gu Mingzhu. Although Gu Mingzhu was both stupid and vile, at least there was a woman waiting for her in Beicheng—even if that woman was also stupid and vile.
During these moments of intense emotion, Gu Anxi spoke softly, "Actually, there is someone waiting for you."
Song Jia was taken aback. After a long pause, she asked, "Does... he still want me?"
Gu Anxi rolled her eyes and snapped, "You used his leftover placenta; how could he not want you?"
Such words could only fool Gu Mingzhu; Song Jia wasn’t about to believe it. "Fundamentally, there were two, you know."
Little Sweetheart spoke impatiently, "Well, you were in the same womb, at least."
Song Jia fell silent.
Bo Qing’s voice was cold. "So, you’ve decided to join their side, Hong Fu. Have you cleared this with your master?"
Song Jia bit her lip, raised her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
Her master was the one who had taken her in; it was indeed wrong for her to betray him.
Bo Qing stood with his hands clasped behind him, looking towards the east, and sighed lightly. "I have failed. I have wronged him, the old man."
Unable to hold back, Gu Anxi said, "Are you two staging some grand opera? I’ve never heard of this ’old man.’ Why not take me to meet him? After all, I suppose I count as his grand-disciple, don’t I?"
Bo Qing slowly turned, regarding her quietly with a faint smile. "What right do I have to face him?"
With that, his gaze shifted to Bo Nianyao. "Elder Brother, even though I’ve failed, that doesn’t stop us from settling our accounts."
Just as Bo Nianyao was about to speak, Gu Anxi intervened, "Wait, wait, wait!"
She stood between Bo Qing and Bo Nianyao and cleared her throat. "Our side requests that Young Uncle Bo step forward on Father’s behalf."
Bo Qing watched her quietly. "I trust Elder Brother will not refuse my challenge. A true gentleman does not rely on others to do his work."
Little Sweetheart glanced at Bo Nianyao.
Bo Nianyao cleared his throat. "Ah, Bo Qing, I’m old and frail now. Dueling is hardly suitable for an old man like me. If I accepted, wouldn’t it be certain defeat, even death?"
I still want to live for a few more years. I have many expensive hobbies, and a lot of private savings Lin Yun doesn’t know about. How could I just throw my life away so easily?
Bo Nianyao’s response was unexpected to Bo Qing, but after a moment, he smiled faintly again.
It seemed, perhaps, this was only to be expected.
Anxi’s arrival at the Bo Family had indeed changed many people.
So, Bo Qing smiled faintly and his gaze turned to Bo Xichen. "Xichen... no need to hold back against your Second Uncle. Your Second Uncle won’t hold back either."
Bo Xichen stepped forward a few paces, his demeanor calm. "Second Uncle, are we to stop at the first touch, or... are you aiming to kill?"
Bo Qing stood with his hands clasped behind him. After a long silence, he said softly, "Between myself and the Bo Family, there is no future."
"Very well." Bo Xichen lowered his eyes, then looked at Gu Anxi. "The rest, I’ll leave to you."
Little Sweetheart nodded. "Leave it to me, Young Uncle. You can rest assured, Father Bo. Oh, right, the breakfast here is quite good. You should go eat first. I’ll join you after I’ve cleaned up here."
Song Jia was simply speechless. "Gu Anxi, can’t you see all these people around us?"
"I see them. And you’re still here, I take it?"
Gu Anxi chuckled softly and waved her hand. Two beautiful young women instantly appeared beside Gu Mingzhu, dragging her over from where she stood and tossing her near Gu Anxi.
Gu Mingzhu shrieked.
Gu Anxi gritted her fine, white teeth. "You two, protect her."
She pressed a button, and the two young women multiplied into dozens. Song Jia’s eyes widened in shock; all the women looked exactly like her.
And they were scantily clad, with legs and arms exposed.
She was clearly displeased. Gu Anxi giggled. "If you’ve got the assets, you should show them off."
With that, she activated combat mode, and the battle quickly commenced. The sound was deafening.
Those men in black hesitated when facing these beautiful women. They all looked like Hong Fu, who held a high status and was usually fierce. So, when it came to fighting them, they found themselves willing but unable to strike effectively.
Song Jia, on the other hand, found it unbearable.
This was exactly the effect Gu Anxi wanted.
While the battle raged on one side, Bo Qing and Bo Xichen’s fight on the other had reached a white-hot intensity. Every move was aimed to kill; Bo Qing held nothing back, and Bo Xichen even less so.
They both used hidden weapons. Bo Qing used flying discs, a skill Gu Anxi also knew, while Bo Xichen used willow-leaf blades.
As the blades flew, large patches of green bamboo collapsed upon contact.
Bo Qing sneered, "I truly underestimated you in the past, Xichen."
Bo Xichen leaped and landed steadily, his eyes downcast. "It is Second Uncle who is too conceited, seeing only himself and not the common people."
"Is that so?" Bo Qing chuckled lightly and attacked again.
His techniques were extremely domineering, each move aimed at taking a life, while Bo Xichen’s style was fluid, like flowing clouds and water. Bo Nianyao had been watching from the side. After a while, judging it to be about over, he put his hands behind his back and slowly went to eat breakfast.
Bo Qing ultimately hated Bo Nianyao the most. Seeing him leave, Bo Qing launched two flying discs at him. But Bo Nianyao, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, caught them with his hands still clasped behind him.
Bo Qing froze.
He didn’t know that Gu Anxi and Father Bo had practiced this move for a long time. Just as he stood stunned, Bo Xichen waved his hand, and a flurry of willow-leaf blades sealed Bo Qing’s vital points.
Bo Qing stood there, bleeding from all over his body.
Blood soaked his robe, turning it a dark red... dripping onto the ground, forming a small river.
His lips trembled as he looked at Bo Nianyao.
Bo Nianyao turned around slowly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Bo Qing."
"Elder Brother." Bo Qing managed to force a smile and said softly, "In the end... I am still... not your equal."
His origins were unknown. The day of his birth had been cold and desolate. He grew up by Bo Nianyao’s side, witnessing Old Master Bo’s abundant care and many teachings. He had thought that man was his father, but in the end, he learned he was not.
It turned out his background was even more wretched than he had ever imagined.
He found Anxi, thinking she would be filled with hatred, just as he himself had once been. He had been so cruel to her, yet also so good; he believed he was indelible in her memory. But in the end, all she truly wanted was warmth.
He wanted to give her warmth, but he didn’t know how.
He could still remember, on New Year’s Eve, how she had pasted those ugly couplets on his door. When he came out, she had extended her fair hand, called him Second Uncle, and said that Second Uncle had to give red envelopes...
He had lost. Utterly lost.
Birthright, power, status—he had lost it all.
His elder brother was not as intelligent as him, yet that brother had married such a capable wife and fathered an exceptionally outstanding son. Xichen, the person he most aspired to be. Xichen seemed to have been born with everything: background, looks, and talent. He harbored no great ambition, for what he already possessed was more than enough for him to live a thoroughly respectable life.
Blood trickled from the corner of Bo Qing’s mouth. His hand stretched out feebly; in this final moment, he wanted to touch his elder brother.
In his elder brother’s eyes, he saw heartache, just as when his elder brother had looked at his less-than-ten-year-old self with pity in his eyes, not with the constant vigilance of later years.
Bo Qing suddenly knelt on one knee, blood still streaming from his entire body.
Bo Xichen watched silently.
All of Bo Qing’s meridians had been damaged by Bo Xichen; he would be a cripple from now on.
Bo Nianyao took two steps forward, his gait somewhat unsteady. After a long moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "Bo Qing."
Bo Qing extended his hand, his head tilted back. "Elder Brother, was I wrong?"
If I was wrong, does it mean I can’t go back?
Bo Nianyao moved forward and knelt before Bo Qing, his lips trembling slightly. "Elder Brother will get you treatment. Elder Brother will take you home."
Bo Qing shook his head.
How could I go back?
Am I a sinner?
What I have done is unforgivable throughout history.
Bo Nianyao looked up to the sky and sighed deeply. "It was my indulgence that ruined you."
Bo Qing remained silent.
He was almost speechless; all strength drained from his body.
He just gazed eagerly at Bo Nianyao. "Elder Brother... can... can you hug me, like you used to?"
Moisture welled in the corners of Bo Nianyao’s eyes as he slowly embraced Bo Qing.
Bo Qing’s face leaned on his shoulder, his eyes quietly gazing at Gu Anxi.
At this moment, the world seemed to stand still.
Gu Anxi stood there, not approaching.
Bo Qing smiled bleakly. "I’m sorry..."
I’m sorry I disrupted your lives. But my birth was not a mistake.
Blood began to trickle from Bo Qing’s nose. His head slowly, weakly, lolled onto Bo Nianyao’s shoulder. His hand twitched.
Finally, Gu Anxi approached and knelt beside him on one knee. "Master."
Bo Qing looked at her.
He looked at her.
He just looked at her.
Bo Qing was no more.
He vanished into the Dark he himself had built, his life slowly ebbing away in the prime of his years.
All the legends about the Dark ended in that gaze.
Gu Anxi gently held his hand.
Song Jia stood far away, staring blankly at it all.
Her senior brother was dead.
He... he was truly dead.
He wasn’t supposed to die like this; he chose to end his own life.
A piercing shriek from Song Jia tore through the quiet sky...
