Campus Ace Girl

At this moment, Zhou Yunchen sneered, "I really can’t help it."

Then he remarked with some displeasure, "If you don’t put in the effort, do you really expect a pie to just fall into your mouth from the sky?"

Chen Ming felt quite misunderstood. It’s not that he didn’t want to. He and Song Jia were doing well at that time, but later he had an urgent task that took him out of town for half a year, and he just got back a few days ago.

That girl was ignoring him again.

He didn’t even know how he had offended her. Obviously, during his business trip, he had called her from time to time, but the young girl just wasn’t as enthusiastic anymore.

Since Chen Ming just got back, he had been a bit occupied and hadn’t given much thought to this matter. Today, running into Zhou Yunchen made him feel somewhat uneasy, and with King Jingyao’s teasing, he didn’t really know what to say.

Zhou Yunchen kept silent, sneering outwardly, but feeling somewhat anxious inwardly.

He well understood that his sister was being unreasonable. Chen Ming’s job required frequent business trips, and they kept in touch. Now that he’s back, everything should have been smooth, but unexpectedly things got awkward. He couldn’t figure out if young people these days were particularly casual about relationships. Clearly, they were burning with passion during the New Year, and even after her hand got burned, they had kept in touch. Yet, a few months apart, and here they are again.

There were times when Zhou Yunchen really didn’t want to meddle. When he mentioned it to Congwen, she said he was being meddlesome, that Chen Ming and Duo Duo were adults and would handle their private affairs themselves. His interference wasn’t good. On one hand, because he was technically Chen Ming’s superior, meddling could create a sense of oppression, and if Chen Ming took more initiative, it would just appear like business as usual. On the other hand, constantly meddling made Zhou Yunchen seem old-fashioned, which Shen Congwen didn’t like...

That day, Zhou Yunchen spent an entire evening convincing his wife that he wasn’t old-fashioned.

Now, holding a wine glass, Zhou Yunchen looked at Chen Ming. He was about to say more but remembered what his wife had said and held back.

Over time, Chen Ming had become more informed and considerate, toasted Zhou Yunchen several times without saying anything further, and after the meal, offered to send Zhou Yunchen home.

It seemed this man had become smart.

As King Jingyao was getting into the car, he said goodbye to the Bo family, joking, "Who dares say Chen Ming is dull? Look, he doesn’t even notice me and only has eyes for Yun Chen. Seems like he’s planning to crash at Yun Chen’s place again tonight."

Bo Xichen smiled, looking down at Gu Anxi beside him.

The weather was chilly, and she was wrapped in a thick coat, nestled in his embrace.

King Jingyao, having made his joke, came over to pat Bo Xichen’s shoulder and sincerely said, "Xichen, you’ve worked hard this time. With that little rascal having a baby and you often away, the elder brother owes you a huge favor."

Bo Xichen smiled faintly and exchanged some polite words.

King Jingyao was thoughtful enough to know that Bo Xichen had to leave early for Jiangcheng the next day and didn’t linger, bidding farewell to the Bo family one by one.

Gu Anxi, leaning against Bo Xichen, watched the black limousines drive away one by one. As she thought about him leaving the next day, she buried her face a little deeper into his chest.

Bo Xichen murmured, "Alright, let’s go inside."

Gu Anxi murmured in agreement, wrapping her hands around his waist as they walked back into the manor. Since he was leaving the next day, the baby would be taken care of by Mrs. Bo. The baby had been fed milk earlier and was now sleeping soundly.

Gu Anxi and Bo Xichen watched for quite a while before returning to their own bedroom.

She was a little tired. After resting on the sofa for a bit, she went to the dressing room to pack his luggage. Bo Xichen, coming out of the bathroom, couldn’t find her until he saw her in the dressing room packing his clothes.

His heart stirred as he leaned against the door, watching her for a while, feeling as if he was seeing his young parents at that moment.

When his father was young and had to leave for work, his mother would pack for him just like that.

Anxi, only 22 years old, was already so accomplished... yet he felt a mix of emotions, including a slight amusement.

Finally, he went over, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, his voice a bit husky, "Let me do it."

With him holding her, Gu Anxi straightened up a bit, then turned her head slightly, "It’ll be done soon, let go of me first."

But he didn’t let go; instead, he pressed her against the door... She balled her fingers into a fist, lightly tapping him a few times before surrendering, letting him kiss her for a while.

After a long while, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing slightly, his voice hoarse, "I’ll try to come back early."

She hummed in agreement, then shook her head, "No rush for me."

"I’m in a rush." Bo Xichen gently pinched her cheek, "I never realized before, always thought you were independent, that even if I wasn’t by your side, you could take good care of yourself."

But now it’s different. Even when he’s in Jiangcheng, no matter how exhausted he is after a day’s work, he would still think of her... to the point of having trouble sleeping.

It’s not that she can’t do without him; it’s that he can’t do without her.

And he’s slowly coming to understand why his father was reluctant to leave home...

Gu Anxi lifted her little face, listening to his moving words. It’s rare for him to speak like this, but as she listened, she couldn’t help it, "Uncle, don’t you think you’re becoming more like Daddy Bo?"

Bo Xichen froze, then grinded his teeth, hardly daring to believe what he just heard.

She was dissing him.

Gu Anxi felt a bit sorry, but that’s just how it was...

She gazed at his expression, seeing that he was a little upset, so she sweetly called him uncle, like a kitten trying to please its owner.

But dealing with the anger of a man in his thirties wasn’t so easy, and Bo Xichen gently pushed her shoulder aside, quietly finishing packing his luggage before lying on the bed in the bedroom.

Throughout this, Gu Anxi kept following him, shadowing him like a puppy.

He was lying down, and she knelt by his side, shaking his arm, "I didn’t say you were as old as Bo’s dad."

Bo Xichen turned over, with his back to her...

He knew in his heart what she meant.

An Xi is a pretty cool girl in character. Although she clings to him sometimes, she really doesn’t say sentimental things. Earlier, he might have surprised her, but regardless, she shouldn’t have said he was like Bo’s dad!!!

He refused!

Another thing is that he finds the slow-burn emotions of his parents beautiful, but An Xi seems unable to appreciate it. This is probably due to the misalignment brought about by their growth experiences and the age gap he least likes to admit.

All these made Professor Bo feel a bit frustrated.

This was also their first little tiff in almost two years together. Not a big deal, but it was prickly. For a moment, he thought, this is probably what normal couples go through.

Just as he was thinking, that little tag-along moved over to his side, knelt before him, and lay there, her eyes bright.

Bo Xichen gave a light hum.

Gu Anxi let out a "yow," and then softly whined, "You just want me to coax you, right? I’ve already tried to please you, and if you don’t take this step now, there won’t be another soon."

Bo Xichen rested one hand behind his head, brushed aside her forehead hair, and asked lightly, "What will be the consequence of no steps left?"

Gu Anxi propped her small head with one hand and traced the sheet with the other, taking a while before she softly said, "It’s... it’s like whether you come back or not, it doesn’t matter, and I won’t think of you."

He suddenly chuckled softly, leaned closer, and asked lightly, "That means you usually think of me, right?"

This time, she was shy and didn’t make a sound.

Bo Xichen pulled her into his arms, speaking gently, "How exactly do you think of me?"

Gu Anxi’s ears turned red instantly, and after a while, she yelled, "Just like that, being an old married couple, you can’t ask such things."

Bo Xichen flicked her forehead gently, "Earlier you were scoffing at being an old married couple, and now you’re admitting it?"

She lay there, acting spoiled.

Bo Xichen couldn’t bear to be angry with her anymore. He pulled her close and softly said, "I’ve always missed you."

She lay there, listening to his quickening heartbeat and feeling his warm body temperature, her face getting hot again... Actually, actually, there was no such thing as an old married couple, as long as the beauty remains, the chemistry does too.

Of course, Gu Anxi would not admit this voluntarily...

As the night deepened, they talked softly for a while until she fell asleep in his arms from exhaustion.

Bo Xichen felt reluctant to part but gentle, and after she fell asleep, he quietly got up and went to the nursery to check on their two children...

The nursery was softly lit with warm yellow lights, and the cribs hung with a layer of thin gauze, next to each other against the wall.

Bo Xichen walked over and looked at them one by one. Little Bo Xin slept soundly, while Bo An An had a slight pucker to her little mouth, as if dreaming sweet dreams in her sleep.

Bo Xichen couldn’t help but reach out to touch her little cheek, but soon he regretted it, fearing he’d disturb the little one, but Bo An An still woke up, eyes wide open, staring at her dad.

A tiny baby, just over ten days old, naturally couldn’t see people over twenty centimeters away too clearly, but this didn’t stop the little girl from being delighted. She gently wiggled her chubby little body, with a soft smile on her face.

Bo Xichen’s heart instantly softened, like he was looking at An Xi when he saw this little girl.

An An’s smile resembled An Xi’s very much, though An Xi rarely smiles like that, always pretending to be an adult.

Bo An An didn’t cry either; she just looked at her dad quietly... she seemed very curious and excited.

Bo Xichen gently hooked his finger on the little one, whispering, "Daddy has to leave tomorrow, be good."

Bo An An’s little face carried a soft smile again, obediently.

Bo Xichen felt a bit unwilling to leave, even wanting to take the little one to the bedroom, holding her all night without sleep would be nice.

Of course, he didn’t neglect his son either. He played with his son a bit, and when the two babies were too sleepy to stay awake, he tucked them in with small blankets and returned to the bedroom...

He lay down and gently pulled his wife into his arms.

The night was cooler, deeper...

On the other side, Zhou Yunchen drank a bit too much, while Chen Ming, better at holding his liquor, had a few fewer drinks and arranged for someone to send Zhou Yunchen back home.

In the early autumn night, it was slightly cool. After getting off the car, Zhou Yunchen stumbled into the living room and flopped onto the sofa, calling out Shen Congwen’s name... his voice somewhat improper.

The first to come downstairs was Song Jia, seeing her brother flopped on the sofa, saying things that would make one’s heart race and cheeks blush... Normally, she would have gotten used to it; her brother was a typical old flirt.

However, when she saw someone else in the living room, her face suddenly felt hot, and she was quite embarrassed.

She quickly said, "I’ll go call sister-in-law over."

With that, she ran upstairs.