Campus Ace Girl

Lin Hua naturally knew that Wang Jingchuan’s words were meant for King Jingyao, so she didn’t say anything and carefully savored the fish. The taste was excellent; she ate several more bites.

Gu Anxi stared eagerly, then exchanged a knowing look with her little uncle, Bo Xichen, who just smiled faintly while holding his tea cup.

Old Wang was overjoyed and slowly let go of his restraint, starting to attentively care for his wife.

He was quite proud and feared being rejected in public, which he found embarrassing. And while Lin Hua was angry with him, she wouldn’t disregard decorum, so she didn’t say much to let others see the couple’s jokes.

The meal was quite harmonious.

Unexpectedly, when they went to settle the bill, they encountered Chen Ming and Song Jia’s wife. As soon as Song Jia saw Gu Anxi, she furiously wanted to confront Gu Anxi, and Chen Ming quickly pulled her back, holding her in his arms.

At this moment, Song Jia didn’t care about her celebrity identity and continued to wave her hands and feet, yelling that she wanted to tear Gu Anxi apart.

Feeling guilty, Gu Anxi ducked and scampered off, pulling her little uncle along as she fled.

In the parking lot, Bo Xichen got into the car and slowly fastened his seatbelt, then looked at his little wife: "So, what gift did you give that day?"

"Essential oil." Gu Anxi said sheepishly, "Just regular essential oil."

Bo Xichen grasped the steering wheel, glanced sideways at her, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Is that so? Then it must be pretty good."

"Of course, it is." Gu Anxi toyed with her fingernails, proudly saying, "Whatever I give out is never bad."

Her little uncle suddenly reached out, lightly touched her soft little cheek, his voice hoarse: "Since it’s such a great item, I think you should have saved some. Why don’t we use it too?"

Gu Anxi was startled, stammering, "Um... why would you even think of that?"

"Isn’t it supposed to be very good?" Bo Xichen patted the steering wheel, chuckling: "I saw how pleased Chen Ming was; I’d like to be pleased too."

As he spoke, Professor Bo shamelessly said: "It seems like I haven’t been quite pleased for a long time."

Gu Anxi said disdainfully: "Little uncle, you’ve become greasy since getting married, filled with a middle-aged man’s vibe."

"I’m in my early thirties; I’m a middle-aged man." He said as he pulled her over, placing her on his lap, then reprimanded her once.

Afterwards, Gu Anxi rubbed her buttocks, "You actually spanked me! I didn’t make a big mistake, besides, you promised not to spank me once I became a mom."

She spoke with an air of accusation.

Bo Xichen smiled amusedly: "Did I say such a thing? Besides, you said I was greasy, shouldn’t I punish you a little?"

Gu Anxi pouted: "All you do is spank me, everything I do is wrong, like today, I even did something good! Could they reconcile without me, old brother and Sister Lin Hua?"

Her little uncle snorted coldly: "You call that a reconciliation?"

"Why not? They’re practically glued together." Gu Anxi said quietly: "Little uncle, you just won’t admit that I’m excellent."

Bo Xichen was speechless, leaning back on the seat, after thinking a bit, said: "What you said earlier, sounds to me like you gave old brother new ideas."

Gu Anxi stared at him dumbly.

He looked at her, feeling like this child had become quite foolish over the past three years due to her pregnancy, when she used to be so clever, now she couldn’t even see her old brother’s basic schemes.

He then patted her small cheek, sighed: "Their argument is about Xiao Yue’s education, your old brother probably wants to have more kids, so Lin Hua will naturally be too busy with the little ones and won’t have time to care for the older ones."

Gu Anxi patted her head, slowly said: "He’s so conniving."

Bo Xichen took her hand away gently, saying warmly: "Don’t intervene in their marital matters anymore. Child-bearing is not just the mister’s decision, Anxi; Lin Hua is a person with her own rights to decide her matters."

Gu Anxi replied with an "oh", obediently. After a while, she said quietly, "Little uncle, do you think I’ve been meddling too much?"

He shook his head, smiled, "I know it’s because you always felt guilty toward Mr. Wang regarding Feng Sheng’s matter, so you wanted to make amends as much as possible, but have you considered that he already knows this?"

Gu Anxi wasn’t surprised - it was something she could understand with just a thought. She just leaned back silently for a bit before saying: "Little uncle, is our relationship too smooth? Might it seem like life’s lacking something, some regrets?"

"Silly girl." He knocked her little head gently, then started the car, driving while saying softly: "What’s wrong with that?"

He held her hand gently, whispering: "Anxi, I think it’s wonderful."

He was not a man who focuses on other women, generally pays no attention to them, and always keeps enthusiasm towards his little wife, just like his father did with his mother.

Gu Anxi felt a bit shy, glanced at him, then pursed her lips.

Bo Xichen smiled slightly, driving the car back home...

Meanwhile, at the restaurant, after Gu Anxi dashed off, Song Jia continued gnashing her teeth, King Jingyao patted his pants, laughing while saying to Chen Ming: "Zhou Yunchen’s sister is becoming more like Anxi now, Chen Ming, won’t you at midnight..."

He made a face, and Chen Ming felt embarrassed.

The commotion from his wedding day was quite large, everyone in the office knew; the next day, all called to congratulate him.

Congratulate what? His back was scratched bloody by Song Jia, but he was quite wronged, this really wasn’t his fault, he... had the intent but lacked the strength, and who knew Anxi would pull off such a thing.

Now that Anxi ran off, he’d suffer tonight.

Song Jia had to slightly hold back in front of King Jingyao, but she wasn’t polite, still thinking King Jingyao and Gu Anxi were up to no good, she glanced at Lin Hua beside King Jingyao.

She felt sorry for her!

Living with someone like Wang who schemes much must be tough, she surely gets the short end, right?

After watching, Song Jia left.

Chen Ming awkwardly smiled and greeted King Jingyao, then followed along.

King Jingyao turned to look at Lin Hua, playfully saying: "Newlyweds are like this; can’t separate even for a moment."

He paused, then added: "We used to have such good times."

Lin Hua stared in the direction Song Jia left, seemingly deep in thought: "She looked like she was sympathizing with me."

"How could that be?" said Old Wang, chuckling: "What’s your status? Needing sympathy from a young girl? I’m inferior to Chen Ming?"

King Jingyao had this bit of confidence; although older than Chen Ming by over a decade, his experience and male charm only increased, having his ways with women.

Lin Hua looked at him directly and said: "She probably thinks you’re an old schemer, and I suffer, thus sympathizing with me."

After saying that, she started heading downstairs, King Jingyao followed behind, rather dissatisfied: "Where am I scheming?"

He got in the car, turned to her: "Lin Hua, don’t be like that little brat, losing heart daily."

His attitude then was the same as usual, neither full of cautious flattery nor false depth; somehow, Lin Hua felt a sour feeling in her nose that couldn’t be described.

"Jingyao." She called him softly.

King Jingyao was originally quite fond of her, with such a call his heart was about to melt, only wishing Jingchuan and Old Zhao knew their place and got out of the car.

Wang Jingchuan’s inner thoughts: Mr. Wang ought to be reasonable; I wouldn’t dare glimpse even a glance. Auto-covering ears for you to perform.

Old Zhao was also breaking down: could he still work as a driver, could he?

Old Wang was anxious as can be, Old Zhao drove rapidly, what should have been a half-hour drive took just 20 minutes; as soon as the car stopped, the two old men instinctively got off.

King Jingyao turned: "What’s wrong?"

Lin Hua sniffed: "Nothing."

He smiled: "Being a mother makes one sentimental."