Chapter 796: Chapter 797: Little Milk Spirit Blows Up: Uncle, Are You Insinuating Me

Gu Anxi understood his meaning, touched her nose, and sat down to wait for him. Qin Siyuan returned in less than ten minutes, holding a beautifully wrapped box.

He placed it in her hand and said softly, "Open it when you get back."

Gu Anxi replied with a simple "Oh." She didn’t really want to open it in front of him; it felt too mushy.

After receiving the gift, she waved him goodbye and left promptly. However, Qin Siyuan couldn’t quite let go. He walked to the smoking area, took out a cigarette, and lit it. From where he stood, he could see Gu Anxi’s car. He watched her open the car door, get in, and drive away in less than half a minute.

Indeed, she hadn’t opened the gift.

He smiled, a very bitter smile.

Wasn’t he long aware that he was no longer qualified? Wasn’t he long aware that they had registered their marriage? Why did he still hope for a glance from her? She had probably already considered him a thing of the past.

「Meanwhile, Gu Anxi drove to the company.」

Once at the office, she sat in her chair, listening to Ma and Wang report on work while she opened the box.

She was a little stunned when she opened it.

It was a handmade music box, exquisitely crafted; one could tell a lot of time had gone into making it.

This... was made by Qin Siyuan?

She suddenly felt she had been too nonchalant earlier. He had put so much thought into this gift, yet she hadn’t seemed to care. Qin Siyuan was probably quite upset... But why should she feel sad for him?

Wasn’t his sadness deserved?

Little Gu, with her usual carefree air, carefully examined the music box. She actually liked it a lot, not because of who sent it, but because the craftsmanship was truly excellent. So, she found a place to put the gift, where she could play with it from time to time.

Of course, another reason was that she wouldn’t have to take it back to Si Garden. Her Uncle would definitely interrogate her if he saw it—

The thought of Uncle Bo’s soul-searching interrogation methods made her want to cry. One should never challenge the authority of a world-class top doctor.

Seeing her handling it so carefully, Ma and Wang began to flatter her: "This must be from Young Master Bo, right? It’s so beautifully made! This must have taken many years of skill. But we’ve never heard that Young Master Bo has such a hobby!"

Gu Anxi couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Of course, you haven’t. This isn’t from my Uncle at all.

She cursorily dismissed Ma and Wang and was about to play a game when Secretary Tang came over.

Two VIP tickets for a concert were placed in front of her. She looked up, "What’s this?"

Secretary Tang said with a smile, "Miss Lin Hua had someone personally deliver these. It’s for her concert."

Gu Anxi said "Oh," picked them up, and checked the date. It was good, not clashing with her Uncle’s schedule. Out of politeness, she personally called Lin Hua to thank her.

Lin Hua was quite modest. "The theme for this concert is very suitable for newlyweds. I heard you and Professor Bo have registered your marriage, so consider this my wedding gift. Anxi, I hope you don’t mind."

"Not at all, not at all," Gu Anxi said somewhat cheekily. She quite liked Lin Hua, probably because her mother (Wang Keru) had always wanted her to become such a woman and had tried to cultivate her in that direction.

Lin Hua smiled; similarly, she also quite liked Anxi. Being in the art circle, she actually saw things very clearly. Although she had some ambiguous feelings for King Jingyao before, that man probably had never been serious, always keeping a certain distance. So, she wasn’t jealous that Anxi had gained his favor; she was just... a little envious.

The reason she sent the tickets was, on one hand, she genuinely liked Anxi and also admired Bo Xichen. But there was another reason: she had heard that Jiang Chaoge had sent King Jingyao VIP tickets. This normally wouldn’t be an issue, but it wasn’t good if it was aimed at her.

If someone wanted to make her uncomfortable, then she had ways to make that person even more uncomfortable.

Lin Hua even felt a bit pleased.

Gu Anxi was also a sharp person. At first, she was quite happy, but as soon as she hung up the phone, she felt something was off. So, she called Wang Jingchuan to press him for King Jingyao’s schedule.

How would Wang Jingchuan dare to say anything?

Lately, King Jingyao and this little ancestor had been at loggerheads. If he spoke now, wouldn’t King Jingyao skin him alive later?

But it was useless for him not to speak. Gu Anxi used threats and inducements, even listing one or two of Wang Jingchuan’s private dealings. Secretary Wang immediately caved and told her the entire schedule.

Sure enough, Lin Hua’s concert was on the schedule, and King Jingyao would be attending with Jiang Chaoge.

Gu Anxi hung up the phone, smiling. She wasn’t annoyed with Lin Hua; she just felt this woman’s talent and intelligence were quite extraordinary.

Smart indeed. No direct confrontation, but achieving her goal indirectly.

Secretary Tang, who had just heard her conversation with Wang Jingchuan, was already dumbfounded—

The people around King Jingyao were actually so afraid of their Little Gu?

Hadn’t they fallen out?

It had to be said, Secretary General Wang saw this matter most clearly: who could be offended and who couldn’t. This little ancestor, Gu Anxi, could not be offended. Her ability to torment King Jingyao was considerable!

Gu Anxi took those few tickets and examined them carefully, growing happier the more she looked.

After a while, she had Secretary Tang get a few more tickets and then had her send them to several of Lin Hua’s admirers in Beicheng. Then she quietly instructed, "Just say Miss Lin sent them. Don’t let anything leak, and don’t say King Jingyao will be there either. Also, there will be a banquet this time... they will naturally know how to create a spectacle."

Secretary Tang nodded repeatedly, then suddenly asked after a moment, "Little Gu, isn’t our company busy lately?"

Gu Anxi glanced at her and said confidently, "Aren’t Manager Ma and Manager Wang here? Is that not enough?"

Secretary Tang secretly sympathized with them; she felt those two were too pitiful...

After Secretary Tang left, Gu Anxi went over the matter in her mind. The more she thought about it, the happier she became, so happy she almost jumped up. But just as she jumped once, her expression twisted into one of indescribable pain.

Just then, Bo Xichen’s call came. She answered, her voice soft and sweet, "Uncle."

On the other end, Uncle Bo chuckled lightly. "I heard you stayed in the same hotel as an old acquaintance, had breakfast together, and even received a gift, hmm?"

The little imp immediately jumped up. "Which bastard said that?"

Bo Xichen was still smiling. "A few photos were sent to me. If I wasn’t sure that your neck is my trophy, even I would suspect that you and Young Master Qin have rekindled old feelings."

The little imp drooped her head dejectedly. "Uncle, you’re not even jealous! So, what are you feeling right now?"

Bo Xichen leaned lightly against the edge of his desk, his long legs casually placed. He examined the photos in his hand...

The angle was captured very well; at least, the deep affection in Qin Siyuan’s eyes couldn’t be ignored.

And his little one, with an expression of polite courtesy, was probably just humouring him for the sake of the gift...

He chuckled softly. "It’s not that I’m not jealous, but rather that I’m reassured. By the way, Little Mrs. Bo, I won’t be so petty as to find Young Master Qin and make him write a letter of guarantee, promising not to seduce my wife."

The little imp, remembering the methods used against Gu Mingzhu last time, instantly bristled. "Uncle, are you making a veiled criticism of me?"