The Civil Affairs Bureau?

Gu Qichi’s hand, which was buttoning his shirt, paused, and he glanced at Bo Yu with a hint of confusion.

His shirt was wide open, his skin snow-white and delicate, but he wasn’t frail and scrawny like a boiled chicken.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his muscle lines smooth and distinct. His six-pack abs were beautifully shaped, strong yet aesthetically pleasing. The V-line trailed all the way down, disappearing into his waistband. His lower back tensed into neat lines, covered by a thin layer of muscle; the texture was excellent, like a piece of warm jade that made one unable to put it down.

“Are we going to get our marriage certificate?” Gu Qichi brushed aside the messy hair on his forehead, slowly fastened his buttons, and looked up to ask him.

Bo Yu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. His gaze moved from his face all the way down, landing on that slightly reddened mole.

He had indeed gone a bit too crazy yesterday.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Bo Yu licked his fangs, feeling a slight itch.

Gu Qichi truly didn’t know the meaning of danger. He had no idea just how fatally attractive he was to him.

That night in front of the apartment, the great beauty had leaned in close. His voice was low and deep, the trailing note hooking upward, exactly like a gorgeous ghost stealing one’s soul.

Bo Yu remembered very clearly that Gu Qichi had said he really liked the red mole on his Adam’s apple.

Last night, Gu Qichi used his own actions to prove his thirst for that mole.

Since he dared to kiss it without any hesitation, what would Bo Yu not dare to do?

Gu Qichi had clearly and unmistakably told him that night exactly where his own red mole was located…

As if sensing Bo Yu’s gaze, Gu Qichi lowered his eyes, following his line of sight.

While the two were talking, A’ci was rubbing against Gu Qichi’s feet, completely lost in joy, exposing her most vulnerable belly. That ring of white fur was excessively soft, brushing faintly against Gu Qichi’s slender ankles.

It tickled a bit.

Gu Qichi’s toes curled, his instep pulling taut to reveal distinct metatarsal bones. The blue veins spread upward like vines, stopping at a ring of red marks around his ankle.

It looked a bit startling.

Although their heights were about the same, Bo Yu’s build was much larger than Gu Qichi’s, his shoulders significantly broader.

Therefore, wearing Bo Yu’s shirt, Gu Qichi looked loose and engulfed in it. The hem of the shirt slowly draped over his upper thighs, creating the visual effect of wearing a “boyfriend’s shirt”.

Soft golden light poured down like a sparkling river of gold. Immersed in it, Gu Qichi exuded quite a bit of the currently popular “pure but alluring” vibe.

No, the term “pure but alluring” was too vulgar. The dirty thoughts hidden within it churned out like mud. Using it to describe Gu Qichi was truly a desecration.

He was holy and pure.

Bo Yu thought casually.

He could change “boyfriend’s shirt” to “husband’s shirt”.

This suited Gu Qichi best, and it was also Bo Yu’s favorite.

But the great beauty had no mind to ponder what Bo Yu was thinking. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his peach-blossom-shaped eyes widened in shock and astonishment.

But mostly, he was annoyed.

After he woke up, Bo Yu had applied medicine all over his body. Although some places were a bit uncomfortable, his whole body felt clean and refreshed, so there was nothing much to complain about.

But he hadn’t noticed one place.

Right at that red mole.

His skin was pale and inherently prone to marking. That patch of skin looked simply tragic.

The skin was f*cking broken.

And no medicine had been applied!

The great beauty coldly raised his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow over his face. His gaze was as cold as a tempered blade.

His tone was also cold, like icicles flashing with fragmented light in the winter sun, emitting a chilling air.

Gu Qichi cursed him loudly, “Son of a bitch.”

Bo Yu knew what he was cursing about. Knowing he was in the wrong, he coughed softly. With a good attitude, he began to admit his mistake: “I’m sorry.”

Bo Yu: “I bought some ointment. I’ll apply it for you in a bit, okay?”

Gu Qichi shot him a sidelong glance, his gaze light. He didn’t say yes, nor did he say no. He shakily put on his pants, picked up the cat, and walked downstairs.

His legs were long, but they couldn’t compete with Bo Yu’s even longer legs.

Bo Yu’s pajama pants hung loosely around his waist. He rolled up two folds at the ankles, just enough to reveal a stretch of pale, delicate ankle to make walking easier.

Bo Yu’s villa had three floors. The bedroom was on the second floor, and the basement had a huge screening room.

The spiral staircase was made of white marble, cold to the touch. Holding the cat in one hand and the handrail with the other, Gu Qichi pursed his lips and started down the stairs.

Unfortunately, the great beauty overestimated himself. As soon as he took a step, his legs gave out, and he nearly tumbled all the way down.

Fortunately, Bo Yu was following closely behind him. Seeing that his posture was off, he was quick-handed and scooped him up into a bridal carry.

A’ci let out a startled cry in Gu Qichi’s arms. The sharp cat meow pierced the silence of the air, exceptionally ear-piercing.

On the spiral staircase, a subtle situation formed: Bo Yu holding Gu Qichi, and Gu Qichi holding the cat.

Gu Qichi looked at the current situation in silence. Giving up on himself, he just let Bo Yu carry him down.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

If nothing else, he’d just treat Bo Yu as a laborer moving goods.

The great beauty began to psychologically counsel himself.

On the dining table, exquisite plates of various sizes were laid out.

Crystal-clear white sugar had been melted into an amber sauce and poured over slices of streaky pork. The braised pork was stewed until it was soft and tender, with a deep soy-red color that glistened slightly under the light, its aroma enticing. Spring bamboo shoots were sliced into thin parallelograms, seasoned with black vinegar and sesame oil, salted to draw out the moisture, and mixed with a few shreds of carrot for color. The combination of verdant green and orange-red was crisp and delicious.

The boiled prawns retained their most original umami flavor, steamed directly in the pot. The prawn shells gradually turned from cyan to red, exuding an inviting fragrance.

For the staple food, he hadn’t made the rice noodles Gu Qichi wanted, but rather swapped it for ramen with a rich broth. The noodles were thin and long, the dough kneaded to be full of chewiness, smooth and bouncy. The broth was made from chicken soup boiled by the auntie, white and mellow. The thick soup steamed with heat that wafted onto one’s face. It tasted rich and savory, an indescribable deliciousness.

Gu Qichi sat on the chair. Beneath him was a thick, soft cushion, and a milky-white throw pillow had been added behind his back, perfectly avoiding some unspeakable pain.

The son of a bitch was actually quite considerate in this regard…

Gu Qichi looked away, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

Boss Bo opportunely added from the side: “We’re out of rice noodles at home. I’ll ask Aunt Qin to buy some when she comes over tomorrow. Let’s make do for today and eat the noodles first.”

The hand holding the braised pork paused for a moment before placing it into his mouth. The meat was tender and bouncy, fatty but not greasy, melting in the mouth. The thick sauce burst with a rich flavor in his mouth, stimulating the taste buds.

So fragrant.

Gu Qichi blissfully narrowed his eyes, his whole body overflowing with a visible sense of satisfaction.

If Gu Qichi were a cat, he probably would be like A’ci right now, slowly swishing his tail, humming affectionately, and letting people pet his soft, snow-white belly.

Having appeased his hungry stomach, the great beauty’s mood improved significantly. He raised his eyebrows slightly: “Did you make this meal yourself?”

Today’s chef, Boss Bo, gave a proud, reserved nod.

The great beauty propped his chin on his wrist and asked again: “Have you ever cooked for anyone else before?”

Boss Bo shook his head in panic, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, put it into Gu Qichi’s bowl, and said in a low voice: “No, only for you.”

The great beauty retracted his gaze in satisfaction, picked up the bamboo shoot in his bowl, and ate it with the noodles.

The taste was very good.

It seemed the original novel never mentioned that Bo Yu could cook. After all, it was indeed a bit strange for a decisive, ruthless villain boss to know how to cook.

But this also meant that in the other timelines he had experienced, Bo Yu probably never cooked for Gu Yuning.

Gu Qichi was very satisfied.

The great beauty bit his chopsticks, his eyes flashing, and then shifted his gaze to Bo Yu’s face, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

His possessiveness was very strong. Anyone familiar with Gu Qichi knew that he had a strong desire to control what was his.

The script on set, his personal belongings, and even things like A’ci’s cat collar—they all had Gu Qichi’s name engraved on them. Every stroke and line, not yielding an inch.

Not to mention, Bo Yu would be Gu Qichi’s legal partner, the person who would be written on the same page of his household register.

No matter how long this agreement lasted, all of Bo Yu’s time in this marriage, including his body and mind, would be his alone.

Exclusively.

Thinking that there was still serious business he hadn’t asked about, Gu Qichi lifted his eyelids.

“Don’t we need the household register to get married?”
“My household register is in Gu Chengtian’s hands.”

Bo Yu was well-prepared. He took out a document bag from the entryway, unzipped it, and a transparent plastic pouch swayed slightly. Inside were exactly two household registers, one large and one small, along with all kinds of materials. He had everything. Even Gu Qichi’s ID card was prominently visible inside.

Gu Qichi: …
Heh, quite fully prepared.

There was also a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup on the table. Sesame oil floated on top, the egg mixed with seaweed and a few dried shrimp, refreshing and palate-cleansing.

Gu Qichi picked up the bowl and casually asked: “How much money did you give Gu Chengtian to make him agree to give you my household register?”

He was actually quite curious about his own worth.

If he remembered correctly, in the original novel, Bo Yu had thrown three hundred million at Gu Yuning just to meet him once.

Bo Yu shifted, then pulled out another black-and-white contract from his briefcase and handed it to Gu Qichi. At the very top, a few large words were blatantly written—
Land Purchase and Sale Contract.

Party A: Bo Yu.
Party B: Gu Qichi.

Throughout the entire contract, there was not a single word regarding Gu Chengtian.

Bo Yu reached out, his thumb caressing his soft cheek, smiling as he coaxed him: “I didn’t give him anything. I know you don’t like him.”

“The Gu family has been coveting this plot of land in the north of the city for a long time, but never had the chance to secure the project.”
“Now, I’m giving it to you. You are the owner of this land.”
“With it, you can do whatever you want. You don’t need to worry too much. Gu Qichi, you must remember, behind you, you will always have me backing you up.”

Gu Qichi raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding Bo Yu’s meaning.

A plot of land—could this really be used to control the Gu family?

Gu Qichi: “Is this land very valuable?”

Bo Yu lowered his brows, a smile blooming at the corners of his eyes, and casually replied: “Not very valuable. The current valuation is thirty billion, and once it’s developed, there’s no telling how many times it might multiply.”

The great beauty picked up his bowl again and took a sip of soup, his mood complicated.

Hearing the value of this land, the great beauty’s first reaction:
His own worth was quite high. Compared to that money-losing asset Gu Yuning, it was multiplied by a hundred times.

Second reaction:
Thirty billion… Gu Qichi’s horizons were still too narrow. He couldn’t really fathom just how much money that was.

Third reaction:
Thank goodness he wasn’t a swindler. Otherwise, with Bo Yu’s love-struck brain, he’d probably get scammed down to his underwear…

Glancing at the time, the hour and minute hands slowly ticked to 13:29.

He had been tormented until dawn before he finally fell asleep, and he woke up a little past twelve. All in all, he had only slept for a bit over six hours.

Gu Qichi felt a bit lazy: “Do we have to go today?”

He let out a slow yawn, squeezing a few tears from the corners of his eyes.
Inadvertently, he pulled his collar open a bit, revealing the beautiful curve of his collarbone, as well as many of Bo Yu’s innumerable crimes.

Hidden meaning: I’m very sleepy. You committed the crimes, so you bear the consequences.

Recalling the two curses Gu Qichi threw at him right after waking up—”Bastard” and “Son of a bitch.”

Bo Yu admitted he was in the wrong. He opened his arms: “I’ll carry you upstairs so you can sleep a bit longer. Whenever you’ve had enough sleep, we’ll go get the certificate.”

Anyway, the person was in his hands, the cat was in his hands, and both the household register and ID were in his hands. Gu Qichi could run, but he couldn’t hide.

Gu Qichi was scooped up into a bridal carry again, enjoying the exclusive service of Boss Bo, his free manual laborer.

Mwah.

Gu Qichi kissed Bo Yu’s lips, the corners of his eyes curving slightly: “Your reward.”