Chu Changhe watched his younger daughter silently for a long ti before uttering, "If you have ti, co ho and visit."
He hesitated for a mont. "Your mother always misses you."
Chu Yan didn’t quite believe him.
At this point, how could she miss ? It would be good enough if she didn’t hate .
She lowered her gaze, smiled faintly, and resud her work.
Seeing that she still hadn’t eaten, Chu Changhe said softly, "I’ll leave then. Make sure you eat; don’t go hungry."
Chu Yan’s gaze remained on the screen; she rely nodded.
When Chu Changhe left, he felt a sense of lancholy. An especially unpleasant feeling settled in his heart, yet he was powerless to change anything. He could only walk out slowly.
After stepping out, he heaved a long sigh. Looking at the sliver of dawn in the sky, mories of the past resurfaced, leaving him with an unbearable bitterness.
anwhile, Chu Yan hadn’t eaten and continued to work. It was just that her eyes were veiled by a layer of mist...
「The following morning」
Gu Anxi opened her eyes to a familiar yet unfamiliar scene. It was the room she had occupied during her six months in the Dark. Outside the window, a grove of green bamboo swayed.
She slowly sat up. She felt a bit weak—most likely Bo Qing’s handiwork, she thought.
Bo Qing was seated at an exquisite table, clad in a black robe that accentuated his tall, distinguished, and handso figure. He was sipping tea. When he saw she had awakened, he glanced over indifferently.
Gu Anxi didn’t rush to get down. Leaning against the headboard, she asked, "Should I say, ’Long ti no see’?"
Bo Qing remained silent, continuing to drink his tea quietly. After a long while, he spoke, his voice raspy, "Still so mischievous. You know how to infuriate , but you should also know this brings you no good."
A faint smile touched Gu Anxi’s lips. She hopped off the bed, sat down beside him, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it with the air of a hostess. As she did all this, Bo Qing watched her quietly.
Gu Anxi glanced sideways at him and smiled faintly. "What’s the matter?"
Bo Qing smiled faintly. "Why aren’t you afraid?"
"Afraid of what?" Gu Anxi chuckled. "At worst, I’ll just beco your concubine, Master! Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I’m pregnant. If you make fight those tigers or whatever again, your ready-made son might just disappear."
Bo Qing’s eyes narrowed.
After a mont, he asked coldly, "You’re pregnant?"
As he spoke, he grabbed her wrist.
Gu Anxi didn’t struggle, remaining calm and quiet.
A mont later, Bo Qing’s face turned ashen.
Her pulse confird it: she was pregnant.
And the child was very strong!
A child... An image ford in Bo Qing’s mind... an image he was unwilling to acknowledge, even though he had long known she and Xichen were husband and wife, that they lived together.
Bo Qing slowly rose and walked to the window. He stood with his back to her, his silhouette exuding a hint of bleakness.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice raspy, "Have the child."
Gu Anxi, lightly sipping her tea with one hand supporting her chin, said, "I’m hungry."
Bo Qing suddenly turned around and stared at her. "Aren’t you worried about Xichen? Aren’t you worried about Beicheng?"
Gu Anxi smiled and retorted, "Is worrying useful?"
Then, she added, "I’m hungry."
Bo Qing raised his hand slightly. The black-clad guards stationed outside the door retreated soundlessly, returning a mont later with a food tray, which they placed down gently.
Once the guards had withdrawn, Gu Anxi began to eat, seemingly unconcerned. "The food here isn’t as good as it used to be."
Bo Qing said, his expression impassive, "The previous chef was killed by a stray bullet."
Gu Anxi shrugged, showing no particular remorse. But Bo Qing suddenly grabbed her hand. "The sa will happen to Beicheng."
Gu Anxi looked at him, smiling. "Let finish eating first. A pregnant woman can’t go hungry."
Bo Qing was infuriated!
Her appetite was excellent, just like a pregnant woman’s. After finishing her al, she patted her small belly contentedly. "Master, the chef here is truly subpar. I rember your cooking skills are quite excellent."
Bo Qing’s voice was ice-cold. "Don’t even think about it."
She shrugged regretfully. "That’s truly a sha. I guess I’ll just have to make do then."
Bo Qing couldn’t help but say, "You’re not here to enjoy yourself."
Gu Anxi widened her eyes. "I thought a concubine would receive so preferential treatnt, be sowhat favored."
Her words truly unsettled Bo Qing... Although he had feelings for her, her saying such things so brazenly made him uncomfortable. He liked the composed, aloof Anxi, the one who could connect with him on a spiritual level. But now, she constantly brought up being his ’concubine’... It was truly...
Bo Qing took a long breath. "You are not my concubine."
"Oh, that’s a relief then," Gu Anxi said, infuriating him to no end.
Suddenly, Bo Qing stared at her intently. "You... aren’t you afraid?"
Saying this, he walked back to the window, turning his back to her again, as if only then could he bring himself to utter such cruel words.
"In three days, the eastern suburbs of Beicheng will be razed to the ground. Xichen... will likely stay behind to defend Beicheng." His voice was very soft. "Knowing this, are you still sure you want to be with him? I rember you once said you would give up the entire world for the Bo Family."
The air was silent for a long mont.
After a long while, he turned to look at her. "You are not the most important person to him."
Gu Anxi raised an eyebrow. "Then can you let go back so I can divorce him?"
Bo Qing was infuriated.
He stared at her intently for a long mont, then abruptly stord out.
Once he had left, Gu Anxi heaved a long sigh of relief. He’s finally gone.
She looked down at her clothes; they were still the sa ones she had been wearing. She stretched languidly and went out for a stroll, only to encounter Song Jia.
The mont Song Jia saw Gu Anxi, she looked as if she’d seen a thorn in her side, her gaze fixed intently on Gu Anxi’s belly.
Gu Anxi leaned against a tree trunk. "I’m not fighting with you."
Song Jia sneered, "Do you think I’ll believe you’re pregnant just because you faked it?"
She lunged forward, about to strike, but was stopped by a clear, cold voice, "Beauty."
Song Jia paused, then turned her head.
It was Bo Qing.
She was indignant. "Senior Brother, it’s impossible for her to be pregnant. How could it be so coincidental?"
Gu Anxi still wore a smile, retorting shalessly, "Just because my Master won’t let *you* get pregnant, doesn’t an my Youngest Uncle won’t let ** get pregnant."
She then looked at Bo Qing. "Oh, by the way, Master, should I call her Martial Aunt or Shiniang? You should at least give her a proper title."
Bo Qing’s expression was cold. "She is rely a mber of Dark."
Gu Anxi tutted a few tis. "See? See? That’s n for you. When they’re sweet-talking you, you’re their ’little treasure.’ The mont they turn their back, you’re ’just a mber.’ Are you sure you still want to lay down your life for him?"
Song Jia’s face paled. "None of your business."
She lunged forward again, ready to strike. Bo Qing was too far away to intervene in ti. Gu Anxi sighed softly. Sorry, Beauty.
With a swift extension of her ’claws,’ she ripped the clothing from Song Jia’s shoulder.
This caused quite a commotion, as there were many... n around!
Everyone saw the high-status Hong Fu in this risqué situation!
Even the little seductress was dumbfounded.
Her beauty was one thing, but what made Gu Anxi stare was an ugly scar on Song Jia’s shoulder, like a mark seared by a branding iron.
In my mory, there was such a scar.
She rembered when her father found Zhou Yunchen, there had been a little girl nearby. Zhou Yunchen was suffering from a high fever at the ti, so her father had imdiately rushed him to the hospital. When he went back to look for the little girl, she was already gone.
That little girl, who had been slightly older than Gu Anxi, was wearing tattered clothes and had such a mark on her shoulder.
She recalled that the little girl had very dark, bright eyes, bearing a strong resemblance to Brother Yunchen. She was very thin, as if she had been malnourished for a long ti.
She rembered, that was Zhou Yunchen’s sister, his only relative.
Zhou Yunhua.
Later, when Zhou Yunchen woke up, he searched for her desperately but never found her again.
Gu Yuntian had always felt guilty about this incident. He had searched for her many tis, turning Qingcheng upside down.
Afterward, Zhou Yunchen continued to search but never ntioned her again...
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