King Jingyao could hardly believe his ears.

Why were these two not using the perfectly fine elevator, but instead whispering sweet nothings here? Even as an old married couple, they’re still being romantic?

He was instantly overwhelmed with jealousy.

Yuan Sheng cleared his throat: Who said there was nothing colliding? Isn’t there something now?

King Jingyao stopped in his tracks, but his ears were alert. Yuan Sheng, although not as keen as a secretary about his master, had enough sense and spoke softly: "Mr. Wang, should we perhaps step aside? Otherwise, running into them later might make Little Gu uncomfortable."

King Jingyao immediately retorted: "She’s so thick-skinned, would she get embarrassed? Do you have a misconception about her?"

Yuan Sheng rubbed his nose, not daring to speak again.

At this moment, Brother Wang perked up his ears, took a while to gather himself before saying to the driver: "Alright then, let’s clear out, this cloying talk is unbearable. Let’s give them some space out of courtesy."

Yuan Sheng was quick to agree: "Indeed, indeed, Mr. Wang is showing Little Gu a courtesy."

As he spoke, he led the way aside: "Alright then, this way, let’s hide out here."

Being a dignified man, King Jingyao had never done such petty things. He touched his nose as he followed, and the two of them hid well.

Upstairs, the voices were getting closer, those two youngsters were still whispering sweet nothings.

Gu Anxi leaned on Bo Xichen’s shoulder, her voice soft, "Uncle."

Bo Xichen gave a small "hm", "What’s wrong?"

Gu Anxi, feeling somewhat sleepy, rested her small face on his shoulder, slightly mumbling, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Bo Xichen’s voice in the night was particularly gentle.

That little sleepyhead yawned: "I’m a bit tired, Uncle, let’s take the elevator down, I want to nap a bit."

Bo Xichen said alright.

With his agreement, those hidden became uneasy.

Yuan Sheng became anxious and whispered: "Mr. Wang, what do we do? If we run into them, it’s not good."

In the dark, King Jingyao glared at him: "What’s the problem? Does this path belong to him or something?"

Yuan Sheng cautiously: "Actually, it is Bo Professor’s family property, at 100% ownership."

Brother Wang wanted to strangle him, but suppressed his voice to say: "Do you know why Jingchuan could become the secretary-general, while you can only drive a car? No sense about you."

Yuan Sheng felt quite aggrieved.

King Jingyao shrank further into the shadows...

Over there, Bo Xichen intended to head to the elevator, but he had sharp ears and slightly heard something, guessing who it might be, he continued down the hallway instead.

Gu Anxi became a little more awake, "Uncle?"

He gave a small "hm", "What’s wrong?"

Gu Anxi looked around: "Why are we still on the stairs?"

"Just a few more floors to go." He smiled, suddenly asking the girl on his back: "Anxi."

She leaned back, drowsily responded.

"Why did you provoke your elder brother again today?"

The girl on his back thought for a second, leaned back again, and softly said: "Uncle, actually, he’s quite good, but sometimes not so much, but no matter how not so, he shouldn’t sacrifice himself for the sake of the masses."

She yawned again, somewhat tiredly and weakly saying: "He should have someone warm like Sister Lin Hua by his side, someone who knows and cares, he wouldn’t be lonely or so easily anger his stomach like that."

Bo Xichen chuckled: "Why didn’t you match him with Zhou Yu then?"

"He doesn’t like Sister Zhou Yu anymore, that’s old news. He clearly likes Lin Hua, why leave his marriage to benefits?" Gu Anxi said, becoming sleepier, and eventually hugged Uncle and fell asleep.

Bo Xichen chuckled, slowly carrying her down.

After they moved away, King Jingyao and Yuan Sheng emerged from hiding, King Jingyao had an inscrutable expression, making it hard to understand.

Yuan Sheng, being crude, naturally couldn’t see through it, he just kept marveling: "This Bo Professor looks so refined, who knew he’d be so strong, carrying Little Gu effortlessly down thirty-something floors, and he had just had surgery."

King Jingyao held the railing, looking down, spoke indifferently: "Yuan Sheng, do you have a misconception? Bo Xichen has been the martial arts champion in his age group since primary school. In high school, he was the adult group champion. Also, that Bo Family patriarch you think you know, Bo Nianyao, is quite an expert, in Bo Family, apart from the old man who eats too much, there’s no weakling."

Yuan Sheng swallowed: "So strong."

He silently wondered, why does sir still provoke the Bo Family? Why go against the Bo Family and Little Gu? From the way Bo Professor and Little Gu spoke, they seemed quite concerned about sir. But Yuan Sheng dared not say these words, being just a rough man unlike Wang Jingchuan with his skills in people skills, he might just end up in trouble if he didn’t speak well.

Reflecting quietly, King Jingyao was still looking down silently, no one knew what was on his mind.

He didn’t move, so Yuan Sheng didn’t dare to speak.

They stayed like that for ages, then finally Brother Wang hoarsely said: "Let’s go."

He started moving downstairs, step by step, Yuan Sheng hurriedly followed: "Weren’t you back to retrieve something?"

King Jingyao hesitated, realizing it, then laughed lightly, not seeming to care: "Never mind, have the hospital staff check tomorrow."

Pausing slightly: "Actually, it wasn’t anything important."

He was just a bit bored, it’s quite lonely back home alone, he had simply come on this errand by himself.

As he said, Yuan Sheng didn’t dare say anything, only followed silently, and both were silent, even after getting in the car heading to King Jingyao’s villa.

The car stopped, Yuan Sheng turned and softly said: "Mr. Wang, we’re here."

King Jingyao leaned back in the seat, the car was dark, his face unseen.

Sitting quietly for a moment, he finally opened the door, and while getting out, he said flatly: "Not a word of this."

Yuan Sheng followed and echoed: ’Isn’t that obvious, I wouldn’t dare.’

King Jingyao continued walking: "Okay, you head home, it’s late."

Yuan Sheng watched his silhouette, raising his voice: "You mustn’t drink, Little Gu said you can’t drink anymore."

"Understood." Brother Wang replied impatiently.

Yuan Sheng stood still for a while, lit a cigarette, and thought to himself: Mr. Wang must be quite moved now, probably recalling the good days with Little Gu, this Bo Professor is truly something, a spur of a moment question brought Mr. Wang back on track, he really understands both Little Gu and Mr. Wang.

Suddenly, Yuan Sheng deduced a hierarchy of affection—

Little Gu had Mr. Wang wrapped around her finger, Bo Professor had Little Gu wrapped around his, so ultimately, Bo Professor ended up having Mr. Wang wrapped around his... it really is as Mr. Wang said, no one in the Bo Family is soft, rather opportunistic...

Over there, King Jingyao went back to his villa, which was brightly lit, and he sank into the sofa.

The household staff approached immediately: "Sir, would you like a cup of hangover soup?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

King Jingyao was taken aback, then spoke softly: "I didn’t drink, bring a cup of iced chrysanthemum tea."

(Another update at half past three)