His tone was very calm, but Little Milk Spirit felt a chill run down her spine.
Every ti Uncle wants to ask about sothing, it makes you feel tense, and by the end of it, even if you survive, you’re still peeled of a layer of skin.
Gu Anxi was still quite afraid of him.
Despite her fear, she safely drove the car back to Si Garden.
Uh... very soon, she realized just how terrifying a doctor’s interrogation techniques could be...
In the end, she finally weakly spilled the beans about sothing from years ago. She actually didn’t rember, but thanks to Lu Heng’s proud deanor, he made such a fuss abroad that once she investigated, she found out.
She didn’t feel much about it, but Uncle seed to care a lot, and the punishnt was particularly severe.
Finally, she lay weakly on the sofa, like a dying kitten: "This isn’t my fault, Uncle, you’re being unfair."
Uncle Bo leaned down, whispered in her ear: "How is it not your fault, hmm?"
He punished her again, and she called for help, looking very peculiar: ’I was wrong, I was wrong, it’s my fault.’
Uncle Bo temporarily let her go, laughed lightly: ’Where were you wrong, hmm?’
Gu Anxi bit her lip, softly said: "Bla for being too good-looking and cute, loved by everyone."
"Naughty." He gave her a light pat and let her go, pulling her up.
She couldn’t help but butter him up, saying Uncle was wise and powerful, the smartest, the greatest, whatever he liked to hear...
Bo Xichen looked at her, amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, cut that out."
She just laughed.
Bo Xichen suddenly lowered his voice: "We might have to head to Jiang City ahead of schedule."
Feng Sheng’s passing, Lin Hua’s unpredictability, led to King Jingyao and the Jiang Family directly opposing each other, and now Lu Heng has co over, of course, announcing the project ownership is good, but that would an Jiang Chaoge’s data might be shared with Lu Heng. It would be better to wait until Lu Heng figures it out before clarifying...
Bo Xichen thought about this, a faint darkness slowly rising in his eyes.
Gu Anxi rested her head against the sofa, her small finger lightly tracing the sofa, humming lightly in her heart: Uncle really is looking more and more like Nian Yao’s father...
She thought this way and accidentally said it out loud.
As a result, she got beaten again.
*
While Gu Anxi was beaten miserably, over on the other side, Old Wang was as gentle as water.
Tonight, although it was an engagent night, for soone like King Jingyao, with his age, status, and position, it was equivalent to getting married.
The car stopped in front of Old Brother’s villa, the driver Wusheng got out to open the door for King Jingyao, but King Jingyao was gallant enough to help Lin Hua out himself.
Lin Hua got out and took a few steps, looking up at the villa in front of her. It had only been a day or two since her last visit. The last ti she ca, she was in a sorry state, but now it’s completely different.
She wasn’t ambitious, but she knew how to protect herself.
King Jingyao smiled and told Yuan Sheng: "You’ve worked hard all day, go ho and rest early. Just co pick up at one in the afternoon tomorrow."
Yuan Sheng added: "You won’t need the car in the morning?"
"I’ll be resting half the day." King Jingyao glanced at him, and Yuan Sheng didn’t dare say more.
King Jingyao led Lin Hua inside, the household staff had received the news early on, and the head staff mber was especially good at their job: "Sir, we shouldn’t just call her Miss Lin from now on, it’s Madam now."
King Jingyao sat boldly on the sofa, smiling: "Do as you see fit."
Perhaps feeling pleased, he called the villa’s financial manager and gave everyone twenty thousand to celebrate. Naturally, everyone was grateful for Lin Hua’s benefits, and they treated her with even more care and respect.
Later, King Jingyao took Lin Hua upstairs to the study. He went over to the desk to handle so matters, letting her look around as she pleased.
His study was quite large, about forty square ters, with several bookshelves behind the desk filled with original language books, mostly classics. Lin Hua picked one up, flipped through it, and found it was brand new.
"Busy as usual, no ti to read romantic affairs, had soone bring these in for show." King Jingyao finished a phone call and comnted with a smile to Lin Hua.
Lin Hua sat down, placed the book aside, "You’re busy with romantic affairs all day, no ti to read, indeed."
King Jingyao, holding the phone, was about to make another call, but hearing her words, he put it down, walked over to her, leaning down with one hand on the back of the sofa, closer, his voice low and husky, quite enticing.
"All these years, weren’t you my romantic affair?" he shalessly said.
Lin Hua’s face ward, and she leaned back, but the back of her head was imdiately held firmly by him.
"What are you hiding from?" he chuckled lightly, "It’s not like we haven’t been close before."
Lin Hua turned her face to the side, "You... have so respect."
He turned her face back and looked into her eyes for a while, but in good spirits, let her go temporarily, and instead sat on the armrest of the sofa, "Why are you so guarded against ?"
His fingers gently brushed through her long hair: "Lin Hua, we’re basically husband and wife now. As soone of my status, surely you don’t consider my words trivial?"
Lin Hua remained silent.
He continued to play with her hair, leaning down: "Speak."
"I don’t know what to say." Lin Hua said softly.
King Jingyao, being a playboy, laughed at her words, pulling her into his arms, warmly asking if he was good to her... As they tangled like this, Lin Hua tried to push him away, but she always lacked the strength and was held by him.
King Jingyao placed his chin on her shoulder, unmoving, the only sound being their breathing.
After a long ti, he spoke huskily: "Lin Hua, I said I was serious, not because you ca to or because..."
Seeing him speak more inappropriately, Lin Hua covered his mouth to stop him, Old Brother laughed and caught her hand, kissing it: ’Alright, alright, I won’t say more, any more and you’ll be mad.’
With that, he sat down beside her, half-smiling: "You used to seem so straightforward, how did you beco so petty?"
Lin Hua leaned against the sofa: "Not as straightforward as Dr. Jiang, he doesn’t mind you having an affair."
"Is that so?" Old Brother, thick-skinned, feigned ignorance, "I never intended to marry her, so how is she a mistress? Besides, am I not that kind of man? Marriage ans absolute loyalty to one’s wife."
Lin Hua just listened to these words without believing much.
King Jingyao smiled: "Don’t believe it? How should I prove it to you?"
Lin Hua shook off his hand: "No need to prove it."
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