There was no need for Gu Qichi to worry about the marriage alliance, nor about the house. Bo Yu had said it himself: just leave everything to him.

Recalling the description in the original novel of Bo Yu being all-powerful, Gu Qichi naturally began to slack off. Every day, aside from sleeping and petting the cat, his only task was to carefully study the script Lin Shuangyi had given him.

As an actor, conditions permitting, it was best to join the production early to adapt to the environment and adjust his state of mind to better get into character. Moreover, City A was very far from Dongcheng, and after arriving, he would still need to rent a car to transfer to the hotel where the crew was staying.

Gu Qichi hated fluster and trouble, so he packed his luggage early, planning to leave three days in advance.

He was used to taking things as they came and wasn’t a big star yet. When Wen Xi brought Luo Qianqian to help him with his luggage, they were both shocked.

Luo Qianqian: “Teacher Gu, are you really only bringing this much stuff?!”

Gu Qichi nodded nonchalantly and asked in confusion, “Did I miss any daily necessities?”

Luo Qianqian’s gaze swept him up and down, unable to hide the shock in her eyes. She managed Song Zhian’s “failed idol group,” and even though the guy wasn’t that famous, he sure put on airs. Whenever he went to an event, he started with at least three suitcases filled with random junk. Luo Qianqian always had to hire people to help her carry them.

Gu Qichi hadn’t even filled his own suitcase. Aside from a few T-shirts and trousers, it was extremely minimalist.

Wen Xi frowned, glancing roughly at what he had packed, and spoke unhappily, “The nature reserve in City A is in the mountains. The temperature difference between day and night is large. Bring a few more long-sleeved shirts so you don’t catch a cold. Your health is already poor; you must pay more attention to these things.”

Wen Xi was right; every word hit Gu Qichi’s weak spot. The beauty lowered his eyes, thought briefly about his usually frail constitution, and immediately headed for the bedroom closet.

He had originally intended to just find two jackets, but inadvertently, he touched a shirt in the corner.

Black, silk, soft and smooth to the touch.

Gu Qichi curled his fingers and pulled the whole thing out.

It was Bo Yu’s shirt; he had been too lazy to throw it away. Driven by some unknown psychology, Gu Qichi dawdled, stuffed it into a jacket, and threw them both into the suitcase.

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When the three of them went downstairs, the sunlight was piercing. The wind rustled through the treetops, making the sycamore leaves whisper, accompanied by the occasional sound of children playing.

Directly below the entrance to Gu Qichi’s apartment, a limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked. Its body lines were fluid, and the jet-black surface refracted dazzling light, exuding an aura of immense wealth.

Wen Xi glanced at it hurriedly. Just as she was about to tease Gu Qichi that he should try buying a car like this once he became famous, she saw her precious Xiao Chi walking towards the Rolls-Royce without batting an eye.

Seeing the car, Gu Qichi suddenly remembered that he had mentioned leaving today to Bo Yu before going to sleep last night.

Given that President Bo’s skills in coaxing people to sleep had improved by leaps and bounds over the past two days, Gu Qichi had been drowsy at the time and naturally missed Bo Yu saying, “I’ll see you off.”

Bo Yu got out of the car the moment he saw Gu Qichi, leaning slightly against the door, his legs impossibly long.

“Come here,” he said.

Gu Qichi walked over obediently. As he got closer, the scent of petitgrain and nutmeg filled his nose—a mellow and faint woody fragrance.

After a few more sniffs, it was a bit intoxicating.

The beauty raised his head, his amber pupils staring at Bo Yu’s cold and noble face, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

President Bo looked at Gu Qichi and smiled lightly. He took hold of his wrist, measuring it, and said slowly, “Gu Qichi, we haven’t seen each other for several days.”

Gu Qichi: “…”

Their relationship was merely a mutually beneficial business marriage, yet Bo Yu’s tone made it sound as if Gu Qichi had cuckolded him behind his back.

The beauty spoke helplessly, “Bo Yu, it’s only been three days. Besides, we’ve been video calling every day during this time.”

Behind them, Wen Xi’s mouth fell open, and Luo Qianqian clenched her fingers, looking excitedly at the interaction between the two ahead.

Damn, what a perfect height difference, what a perfect size difference! Teacher Gu’s chemistry is insane!

Bo Yu’s gaze was unreadable. His palm was broad, his fingers slender. When he completely encircled Gu Qichi’s wrist, a section of his finger joints was still exposed.

The skin beneath his palm was smooth, warm like jade, the wrist bone protruding slightly to press perfectly against the center of his palm. Bo Yu rubbed his fingertips restlessly, pulling him closer.

Bo Yu’s shoulders were wide. With his right hand gripping Gu Qichi’s wrist and his left hand leaning slightly towards his waist, it looked very much like a posture of pulling him into an embrace.

Having done what he had wanted to do all along, a faint smile finally spread across President Bo’s cold face. He then took out a very thin silver chain from his pocket. With a serious expression, he put it on Gu Qichi’s wrist.

The interwoven chain was exquisitely designed, adorned with diamonds of varying sizes. The largest gem on the bracelet was an exceptionally translucent blue sapphire, like an ice crystal formed from the first melt of snow on a cold mountain.

Faintly aloof, bright as the unreachable moon.

It perfectly matched Gu Qichi’s temperament.

“You’re too thin. You need to eat more.”

The silver chain hung loosely at his wrist bone, sized perfectly so it wouldn’t fall off. The crushed diamonds sparkled in the light, and the blue sapphire was particularly eye-catching.

Gu Qichi watched Bo Yu’s actions without speaking or refusing.

His wrist was still encircled in Bo Yu’s hand. Palm against wrist skin, the temperature was searing, spreading along his arm. A slight tingling sensation shot all the way to his scalp, making him slightly dizzy.

Gu Qichi raised the tails of his eyes, casting a lazy glance. He thought to himself that lately, he was getting intoxicated by Bo Yu a bit too often.

This wasn’t a good sign.

Pulling his hand back, Gu Qichi narrowed his eyes. “Are you here to see me off?”

Bo Yu hummed a soft “Mhm,” wanting to be intimate for a while longer, but the beauty didn’t give him any face.

“Sister Wen, Luo Qianqian, don’t take the nanny van. There’s a ready-made driver here.”

Having been held by Bo Yu for so long, Gu Qichi’s palm was slightly sweaty. He pursed his lips, took a step back, went around Bo Yu, got into the car from the other side, and slumped lazily inside.

The leather seats of a luxury car were indeed more comfortable.

The beauty found the most comfortable sitting position and waited peacefully for Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian to get in.

The car door opened again. Gu Qichi opened his eyes at the sound, only to see Bo Yu carrying A Ci’s carrier and sitting down next to him with a serious face. As for Wen Xi and Luo Qianqian, they were nowhere to be seen.

“Where are they?”

Bo Yu’s long, narrow eyes were dark. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he answered Gu Qichi’s question. “In the nanny van. They said they wouldn’t come in.”

Noticing Gu Qichi’s gaze fall on the cat carrier in his hand, President Bo cleared his throat and consciously added, “I saw the carrier in your agent’s hand and realized it was the one from your profile picture, so I took the liberty of asking for A Ci.”

“She’s moving into the Bo residence with you soon anyway. Adapting in advance isn’t a bad idea. I’ve also hired a specialized nutritionist.”

Gu Qichi: “…”

The cat carrier was already in Bo Yu’s hands; what could he say? He couldn’t exactly make the man return the cat to Wen Xi. But it was hard not to suspect that Bo Yu had snatched A Ci on purpose. As for the motive…

On one hand, it was so Gu Qichi and his cat could adapt to the Bo family as soon as possible after the marriage. On the other hand…

Gu Qichi’s fingertips paused, his look becoming meaningful. If he guessed correctly, Bo Yu wanted to abduct him home as soon as possible.

Using a business warfare brain to deal with him… Gu Qichi closed his eyes, silently exclaiming: What a scheming man.

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Author’s Note:

Gu Qichi: Your schemes are too deep.

Bo Yu: One hundred and one ways to abduct Wifey home, hehe.