Campus Ace Girl

Lu Heng didn’t want to think about those things anymore. Looking at the documents in Chen Ming’s hand, he lifted his eyes: "What’s this?"

Chen Ming then remembered the actual business, "These are the documents Mr. Wang asked me to bring to you."

Saying that, he handed over the documents.

Lu Heng reached out to take them, looking down, and casually said in a low voice: "That’s what I ought to do, Mr. Wang doesn’t need to be so polite. What’s more, regarding my father’s matter, he’s already given a lot of leniency."

He thought about placing the documents back, but Chen Ming said: "Mr. Wang instructed that if Dr. Lu doesn’t accept them, I shouldn’t bother reporting back, nor should I return."

Lu Heng laughed bitterly: "Did he really say that? Mr. Wang is truly not a typical person."

As he said this, he glanced at Song Jia and whispered: "Mr. Zhou isn’t ordinary either."

He thought about it and added: "I heard Mr. Zhou and Gu Anxi grew up together, so it seems Mr. Gu Yuntian is really good at raising children."

This comment displeased Song Jia, who snorted lightly: "When it comes to cunning, who can match Gu Anxi? Only her older brother can handle her, oh, and Bo Xichen’s charm."

This remark... Chen Ming just touched his nose, suppressing his laughter.

Lu Heng had had enough. He knew he wasn’t bad-looking either and previously hadn’t seen Gu Anxi pursuing him eagerly.

Perhaps noticing his thoughts, Song Jia smiled mockingly: "Get it straight, Gu Anxi doesn’t just like any good-looking man. She probably prefers the likes of Bo Xichen, and her taste won’t change easily."

Lu Heng felt a twinge in his teeth and didn’t want to hear any more.

Song Jia was quite proud, glancing at Chen Ming.

The main issue was that she couldn’t beat Gu Anxi in arguments and was often infuriated by her. She didn’t dare mess with Bo Xichen, or her brother and sister-in-law, and her brother... as Lu Heng put it, wasn’t a typical person, controlling her completely in every aspect, while her sister-in-law... Song Jia felt she lived at the bottom. This moment was a rare opportunity to argue back, and she was delighted.

Chen Ming found her childish and ridiculous. As he went out, he reached out to touch her little head: "What, happy to upset Dr. Lu?"

Song Jia glared at him: "Such pleasure isn’t something a bore like you can understand."

Chen Ming opened the car door for her, then chuckled: "You’re becoming more like Anxi. Didn’t you dislike her kind of personality?"

"Now I find it nice, upsetting others and feeling happy myself." Song Jia got into the car and smiled at him.

At this moment, Chen Ming suddenly leaned in, getting so close that she had to lean back against the seat, her eyes wide open, her voice a soft whisper: "Don’t come closer."

"Afraid of me?" He murmured: "Didn’t we agree last night?"

She remained silent, just looking up at him with a touch of fragility in her expression.

Chen Ming then laughed softly, reaching over to gently stroke her long hair aside, revealing her entire face. His fingers then lightly trailed down, grazing her prominent nose and softly pressing on her lips.

His voice was somewhat hoarse: "Did I ever tell you, you’re very beautiful?"

Song Jia’s lips moved slightly: "Did I ever tell you, you’re very greasy?"

As soon as she said that, he lowered his head, unable to resist, and kissed her lips.

Song Jia struggled for a moment but couldn’t break free, simply letting him kiss her.

After a long, long time, he finally let go of her, his voice raspier than ever: "Alright, I’ll take you to catch the notice."

Song Jia bit her lip, the hue vivid.

Chen Ming still pressed his forehead against hers, speaking hoarsely: "Why do I feel like I’ve gained a lot?"

She didn’t respond, just lightly resting her head on his shoulder... Chen Ming’s body stiffened.

What kind of feeling was it? Like something you’ve always wanted but weren’t quite daring enough suddenly turns into a grand feast before you. That moment feels unbelievable and leaves you at a loss.

Chen Ming said nothing, simply reached out to gently caress her hair. After a long, long time, Song Jia softly spoke: "I want to move to a big house, raise two cats, and have a little garden."

He agreed.

She took a breath: "I can pay for it."

He laughed lightly, "Alright, then I’ll work for you for the rest of my life."

"In the future, I might not be so busy. When you’re on a business trip, you can bring me along." She softly added: "But once we have kids, I’ll stay home to take care of them and won’t travel with them."

Her growth might have been incomplete, with a period of moth-to-flame-like passion, but she would learn to forget, learn to love her man, and learn to be a good mother. She didn’t believe Gu Anxi could do what she couldn’t. That little brat merely had two kids and acted like an adult, as though older by a generation.

Song Jia was quite dissatisfied.

Having children, who can’t?

Listening to her ramble, Chen Ming felt dazed...

That day, he took her to the announcement, went about his own business, and in the evening, he picked her up directly from her workplace back to his apartment. Naturally, the feelings were not as strong as before.

When he went to Si Garden on business again, the well-informed Gu Yun naturally teased him. Chen Ming scratched his head, in an exceptionally good mood: "Soon, soon, I want to get things sorted out before the end of the year."

Actually, he’d already prepared the house. On this business trip, he accomplished a big task, and was rewarded with a small villa by the higher-ups. It might be a bit small, about a little over 200 square meters, so he was planning these days to sell both the apartment and the villa, gather some money to buy a larger one, around 400 square meters. That should be about right.

When he said this, Gu Yun was quite happy for him, but in fact, she was happier that Song Jia could move on.

If they were not together, Chen Ming might have a stable and ordinary life, but Song Jia might not find another partner who moves her. She felt a bit melancholy...

After Chen Ming left, Gu Yun went to see the two children.

The children were very well-behaved. After eating, they went to sleep peacefully. She accompanied them for a while and then slowly got up and walked to a deserted courtyard.

The courtyard, located at the north corner of Si Garden, had been uninhabited for a long time. It appeared empty, but it was neat and clean inside, with bright windows and even the green plants the owner loved were well-kept, indicating that someone regularly tended to it.

Gu Yun lit an incense stick, lifted her head to look at the black-and-white photo, and gently inserted the incense stick. Her voice was low: "Are you doing well there?"

She then chuckled bitterly: "Do you think I’m too heartless?"

All around was empty, as if someone might walk in at any moment, holding medicine, looking at her faintly: "You should apply some medicine."

Gu Yun lowered her eyes: "I went to see him too, he’ll be like that for the rest of his life."

This was the choice of the mentor’s wife.

Gu Yun stood for a long time before she stepped out of the courtyard, lightly closing the door as she went out.

She lifted her head slightly. Song Jia was getting married, and from then on, there would be one less person worrying about him. But, not remembering is also good. If he doesn’t remember, he’ll always just be the Bo Family’s youngest son, Bo Papa’s brother, and that’s all.

She took a few more steps and saw the old Mr. Bo and Madam Bo standing there. Madam Bo was holding offerings.

Gu Yun approached and spoke softly: "Today is a memorial day, isn’t it?"

Madam Bo held her hand: "You haven’t finished your postpartum confinement, why are you in this place?"

With a sigh, she continued: "Today is Bo Qing’s birthday. The old man and I are here to offer incense."

Gu Yun fell silent.

Madam Bo patted her hand gently, speaking softly: "Since you’ve been here, go back and rest. It’s not in vain you call him Second Uncle."

In saying this, she had discarded the mentor’s title. Madam Bo also intentionally erased the disgraceful past of Bo Qing. The old Mr. Bo, hearing this, was still rather moved, his aged eyes moist and pitiable.

What could be said, Bo Qing was his second brother after all. Besides, when Bo Qing was causing trouble, he didn’t manage it and even helped, so when this matter was brought up, he always felt ashamed and had no face.

Gu Yun obediently nodded and went back first.

About half an hour later, old Mr. Bo came over, and Gu Yun was sitting cross-legged watching TV.

Old Mr. Bo rubbed his nose and sidled up next to her, "Anxi, huh?"

Gu Yun turned her head to look at him: "What’s up?"

Old Mr. Bo sighed softly: "It’s tough on you still thinking of that kid Bo Qing."

Gu Yun’s body stiffened slightly. After a long time, she finally said: "It’s not really thinking, just heard Song Jia is getting married, so I went to take a look at him."

The old Mr. Bo nodded lightly, speaking softly: "I heard too, there have been quite a few happy events recently. Kegui’s matter with Xiao Lin is also near, I hear even that old relic in Jiangcheng has agreed, though I don’t know how he came to agree."

Gu Yun smiled faintly: "Probably had no choice. Besides, with my second uncle’s conditions, having someone like Lin Shuang is really good, what can he complain about?"

The old Mr. Bo agreed quite a lot: "Yes, looking better than Kegui’s previous wife by a lot."

He looked around before speaking softly: "That woman seemed like trouble, always with a fierce face. Your Bo Ma, though also fierce, looks good, maintained well even at that age. No wonder Nian Yao listens to her in everything."

Gu Yun couldn’t help but laugh: "Aren’t you afraid of being overheard?"

The old Mr. Bo’s eyes bulged like bells, "How could I not be? Aren’t you here, little Anxi?"

He cleared his throat: "Just now, seeing you outside really gave me a big fright, you dare to go to such a place."

Bo Qing is a taboo in the Bo Family, even he dares not go easily, fearing to provoke the tigress of the Nian Yao family.

Gu Yun, hearing this, laughed and said: "You’re afraid to go because you have a guilty conscience, having done too much bad stuff before."

No sooner had she finished speaking, the old Mr. Bo shakily took something from his pants pocket, and when Gu Yun saw, it was actually a pair of purple jade small bottles, the old man’s most cherished items. Before, she couldn’t even touch them, they were placed under his pillow at night.

And now, he was actually willing to take them out.