Waking up the next day, the redness and swelling on his ankle had subsided considerably. Gu Qichi moved his ankle a bit; he could barely walk on it, though his movements were somewhat clumsy, limping slightly.

Today they were filming a scene between him and Song Zhian, where Shen Qingye sets up an inescapable net in the bamboo forest to besiege Shi Tianlin, pierces his chest with the crimson blade, and knocks him off the cliff.

Gu Qichi arrived at the scene early with Luo Qianqian and changed into today’s costume. After the makeup artist finished his makeup and styled his hair, she looked him up and down, left and right, sighing with infinite emotion: “Xiao Gu, ah, you’ll definitely be a big hit after this drama airs. I’ve never seen anyone as good-looking as you.”

Hearing this, Gu Qichi smiled. The dragon beard bangs hanging on both sides swayed gently. The red cinnabar mole in the center of his forehead made his face exceptionally gorgeous. Coupled with the change in makeup, he had a bit more androgynous beauty than Shen Qingye in the python robe.

…

Bo Yu never paid attention to the entertainment industry before, let alone watched Gu Qichi act.

Previously, he only heard Lin Shuangyi chanting in his ear about how suitable Gu Qichi was for the role of Shen Qingye, but hearing and seeing were two different concepts.

Sitting side by side with Lin Shuangyi in front of the monitor, his ink-black eyes stared intently at the screen.

The camera moved slowly from the ambushing assassins and the wretched Shi Tianlin, fixing on the border between light and darkness.

Gu Qichi…

No, it was Shen Qingye.

It was clearly the same face, but anyone could see that these were two different people.

Shen Qingye leaned sideways against a green bamboo. Today, he wasn’t wearing his usual bright red python robe, but an extremely elegant tea-white brocade robe, with only dark cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. The fabric looked soft and flowing, yet exceptionally crisp, wrapping around his thin back, indicating pride that had never been broken.

The flickering light and shadow made Shen Qingye’s skin look cold white and his lips like cinnabar. The upward-slanting corners of his eyes cast a clear gaze, tempered with the cold shadow of a blade. The arc of his lips was barely there, making it hard to discern the expression on his face.

When Shi Tianlin was surrounded by assassins with no way out, Shen Qingye finally moved.

The crimson blade at his waist had been unsheathed at some point. The blade shadow was sharp, and the dark red light spot happened to imprint on Shi Tianlin’s face.

In such a solemn moment of life and death, he was the only one strolling leisurely through it, his steps loose, yet cold and noble.

In the blink of an eye, the long blade drew an afterimage in the air, creating a gust of wind, cleanly cutting a few strands of hair from Shi Tianlin’s temples. Immediately after, Shen Qingye kicked out with his long leg, fiercely forcing the person to kneel on the ground, then teeter and collapse.

Shen Qingye looked down at Shi Tianlin condescendingly like this. His long and narrow eyes narrowed carelessly, roiling with unknown emotions. The smile on his lips grew wider as the crimson blade pierced Shi Tianlin’s chest mercilessly, going deeper and deeper.

The blood bag burst, and the blooming fresh blood splattered onto his cold white face. The cinnabar mole on his forehead became even more vivid, like a slowly blooming, magnificent poppy flower.

“Second Prince, do you regret not killing me with your own hands?”

His voice was slightly cold, like icicles on distant mountains. Looking harmless, it could easily pierce a person’s heart. Listening carefully, one could also hear a faint smile in it.

The treacherous official everyone wanted to punish slowly wiped the blood from his face with his hand. The intertwining of red and white appeared unusually magnificent. He lowered his eyelids, laughed meaningfully, put the blood on his cold white fingertip into his mouth, licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue, and then withdrew it in disgust.

“They all say my Shen Qingye bloodline is dirty and lowly, but looking at it, Your Highness, your blood is truly disgusting.”

Song Zhian was first shocked by Gu Qichi’s performance style, then quickly pulled into the act by him. Shi Tianlin’s expression was ferocious, his face full of endless hatred: “Shen Qingye, you traitor!”

“Everyone has the right to punish you!”

The camera didn’t stop. Everyone held their breath, watching Gu Qichi and Song Zhian motionlessly.

It wasn’t until Shi Tianlin’s ribs were kicked broken by Shen Qingye, the crimson blade pulled out from his chest, and the wire dragged him falling off the cliff that Lin Shuangyi yelled cut.

Lin Shuangyi was famously strict when directing. A scene had to run seven or eight times until it reached his ideal state before he would call it a pass.

But today, he propped his chin up and looked at Bo Yu beside him, his tone unprecedentedly serious: “Bo Yu, did you see that? He is a natural-born actor; he was born to eat this bowl of rice.”

“You invested so much money in Xing Tianqing. I won’t let you down. It will definitely be the hottest drama next year.”

Bo Yu didn’t respond. His eye color was extremely deep; the usual dark coldness dissipated, leaving only a blazing heat like raging fire.

The closer he got to Gu Qichi, the more he could discover those precious qualities hidden under his cold appearance.

The group of people from the Gu family were truly fools, mistaking fish eyes for pearls, causing the real pearl to be covered in dust.

Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled silently up and down. The tip of his tongue silently licked the side of his cheek, carelessly pulling out a smile.

He didn’t care about the past, but for the rest of his life, Gu Qichi could only belong to him alone.

After finishing this part of the scenes in the nature reserve, they were supposed to immediately follow the main team to the next studio to film. Unknown what means Bo Yu used, he actually made Lin Shuangyi give them another week off.

Gu Qichi was a bit surprised when packing his luggage, but when he saw Bo Yu hiding in the nanny van, he was so shocked he couldn’t say a word.

The nanny van Wen Xi drove was narrow, with extremely limited space. Usually, Gu Qichi had to bend his legs to find a suitable and comfortable posture. Adding Bo Yu today made it even more crowded.

Both were of standard build with broad shoulders and long legs. Squeezed in the back seat, there was absolutely nowhere to put their long legs. Coupled with the bumpy and rugged mountain road, the car swaying, their legs inevitably bumped into each other. The friction of the fabric set off a prairie fire of heat.

Gu Qichi pursed his lips slightly, retracted his legs a bit, and turned his head to look out the window, trying to ignore the other party’s scorching gaze.

…

After coming out of the airport, watching Bo Yu neatly move his luggage onto his Maybach, Gu Qichi crossed his arms, his eyes cold, and said, “I don’t recall saying I wanted to go back with you.”

Hearing this, President Bo didn’t stop his movements at all. Only after all the luggage was packed did the man lift his eyelids to glance at him. The smile in his eyes was shallow, carrying an unspeakable smugness.

“A’Ci misses you very much.”

Gu Qichi: …

The beauty licked his lips unhappily, his eyes dark, and pulled the corner of his mouth lazily.

Sure enough, Bo Yu, this big bad wolf, was waiting for him here.

The Maybach sped all the way, not driving into the Bo residence as imagined, but stopping at a high-end styling design shop.

Gu Qichi: “Bo Yu, explain. What did you bring me here for?”

Bo Yu coughed lightly and explained in a low voice: “There is a dinner party tonight; you have to attend with me.”

He paused, then added: “It’s the engagement party the Gu family prepared for us. Gu Chentian, Gu Yuning, and their whole family will come.”

If it were an ordinary dinner party, Gu Qichi would definitely ignore it, turn around mercilessly, and go back to sleep.

But if this dinner party could give Gu Qichi a chance to slap Gu Chentian and Gu Yuning hard in the face?

He might be a little interested.

Gu Qichi lowered his gaze. Although his expression remained cold and indifferent, a hint of emotion could be glimpsed from the slightly curved corners of his eyes.

It had to be said, Bo Yu was very good at grasping his psychology.

Thinking of this, the beauty glanced at the man opposite and softly said “okay.”

“Have you heard? That lunatic from the Bo family specifically asked for that sick invalid from the Gu family… Say, could there be something fishy going on?”

“What could be fishy? It’s nothing more than satisfying his peculiar fetishes.”

“Besides, with Bo Yu’s personality, do you really believe he’s marrying that invalid to enshrine him at home?”

“What do you mean?”

“The Gu family’s business is flourishing now, and they have some connections with the people managing the West City mineral veins. Tell me, what is he really after? Nothing more than coveting the Gu family’s assets.”

Gu Yuning stood at the center of the banquet, holding a glass of champagne, listening to the crowd’s discussion with a curved lip, the mockery in his eyes fully revealed.

They were right. Falling into the hands of someone like Bo Yu, what good end could Gu Qichi have?

To be played with, trampled upon, bullied.

When Bo Yu got tired of playing with him and kicked him out of the Bo family, he would definitely let Gu Qichi know the consequences of offending him.

He would make Gu Qichi’s life a living hell, absolutely.

The lights overhead were brilliant, the crystal pendants refracting magnificent rays.

At the escalator on the second floor, a pair of figures quietly appeared.

Bo Yu held Gu Qichi’s hand, descending all the way from the spiral staircase.

The sound of expensive leather shoes tapping on the ground suddenly silenced the cocktail party. Everyone looked up at the noble and aloof man.

Bo Yu wore a well-tailored black suit, his contours distinct, his features cold and sharp. His skin was a sickly pale, his long, narrow phoenix eyes half-lowered. Although a faint smile was outlined on his lips, he exuded the sharp, arrogant aura of a superior looking down on everything.

The smile on Gu Yuning’s lips cracked abruptly as he stared at Bo Yu in disbelief.

How was it possible?

How was it possible?!

Didn’t they say Bo Yu was old and ugly, with some unspeakable disabilities?

How could it be the man in front of him!

His expression naturally didn’t escape Gu Qichi. The beauty slowly stopped in front of him. The white suit accentuated an extremely slender waist; with broad shoulders and long legs, his proportions were superb, radiating a soft glow like a pearl.

His peach blossom eyes glanced over with a faint smile, clearly carrying a provocative surprise, yet inexplicably giving people an illusion of tenderness and deep affection.

Under Gu Yuning’s gaze, eyes splitting with rage, Gu Qichi took Bo Yu’s arm, full of intimacy.

Then he spoke carelessly, his voice faint, but the ending tone seemed to carry a hook, bewitching the mind:

“Hubby, kiss me.”

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Author’s Note:

Baby Xiao Chi: Want to kiss me?

Bo Yu: Wifey!