As Gu Qichi’s voice fell, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone’s eyes turned toward them, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Astonishment, amusement, curiosity—all kinds of gazes were present.

Quite a few people thought Gu Qichi was seeking death. After all, no one had ever dared to say such things to Bo Yu.

Especially in such a public setting. Even if President Bo was truly interested in Gu Qichi, he wouldn’t let him get carried away by favor and make such a flirtatious move in public, right?

At the center of the banquet, the two involved parties were unaffected by these gazes.

Gu Qichi tilted his head slightly. His black hair was soft, and the fine strands covered the back of his neck, hiding a view from sight. His peach blossom eyes curved like a new moon, his wo can (undereye area) puffed up slightly, and his eyelashes formed a beautiful arc at the corners of his eyes. Every frown and smile was exceptionally alluring.

Bo Yu slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze dark and heavy, his Adam’s apple rolling.

His large palm wrapped around the young man’s slender waist, tightening its grip. At such a close distance, Bo Yu leaned down and accurately found Gu Qichi’s lips.

A very light kiss. Lips touched, warm breaths intertwined, and scorching heat tangled around the two of them. Bo Yu restrainedly sucked on Gu Qichi’s lips a few times, suppressing the desire in his heart. Just as he wanted to pull away…

Gu Qichi parted his lips slightly. Before he could retreat, a crimson tongue tip probed out, seemingly licking his lips unintentionally, then turned his head away.

A layer of ambiguous moisture stained Bo Yu’s lips, appearing crystal bright under the light. The aura around him suddenly surged, restless and suppressed. The darkness in the depths of his eyes was so thick it was hard to dissolve. Like a beast whose bone had been snatched away, a dangerous muffled hum came from his throat.

The hand on Gu Qichi’s waist tightened quietly, with such force as if he wanted to knead the young man into his own flesh and blood.

The entire venue was silent. People looked at each other, unable to hide the emotions in their eyes.

No one expected Gu Qichi to be favored to this extent, to the point where he could entice Bo Yu to do such a thing with him in public.

Where was the timid, despised invalid of the rumors? This was clearly a fox spirit who bewitched people’s hearts.

Only the Gu family’s reaction was particularly unique among the crowd.

Gu Chentian and Geng Tingxun’s gazes were burning, their eyes glued to the intertwined arms of Bo Yu and Gu Qichi, their mental abacuses clacking loudly—

After this marriage alliance, with the support of the Bo Corporation and the injection of funds, the Gu family would definitely leap to become a true wealthy and influential family in East City.

Gu Yuan’an’s gaze was obscure. The champagne in his hand foamed with layers of snow-white bubbles. He lowered his eyelids, his expression hard to fathom.

The Gu Qichi in front of Bo Yu was bright as the cold moonlight and radiant as the rising sun, completely different from the timid, cowardly, and silent person of the past. When did he become like this? Was it after meeting Bo Yu, or before?

Only Gu Yuning’s eyes were vicious. He bit his lip hard, his fingernails digging into his palm, looking hatefully at the intimate couple before him.

Why?

Why could Gu Qichi get all of this?!

He had clearly taken everything from Gu Qichi: his parents’ doting, his brother’s trust, his classmates’ concern, his fans’ adoration…

Gu Qichi had long had nothing. He was his defeated opponent, a homeless loser. How could he turn the tables against the wind relying on Bo Yu and the Bo Corporation, stepping on his head?

He was unreconciled.

…

Gu Qichi, however, had no mind to pay attention to Gu Yuning anymore. His eyes shone brightly, his amber pupils revealing a faint smile as he observed Bo Yu’s reaction with leisure.

President Bo’s large hand was still pressed on his waist. Even through a thin layer of fabric, he could feel the scorching temperature from the other’s well-defined hand, its presence exceptionally distinct.

In his vision, Bo Yu’s cold and sharp contours softened slightly. He unconsciously pursed his lips, as if tasting a trace of sweetness from them. The aura around him was burning hot, and a flush spread to the side of his neck and the roots of his ears.

It added a different kind of handsomeness.

Looking further down, the noble Adam’s apple rolled up and down. The red mole on Bo Yu’s Adam’s apple was exposed under Gu Qichi’s eyelids, seemingly unintentional.

Gu Qichi smiled carelessly, withdrew his gaze, and was very satisfied with the Bo Yu he saw.

His crimson tongue tip probed out again, licking his lips, as if he could still feel the temperature Bo Yu left on them.

Hmm, next time Bo Yu looks like this, it would be better if only he could see it. In that case, he would be even more satisfied.

Thinking of this, Gu Qichi spoke unhurriedly: “Bo Yu, let’s go.”

His gaze didn’t forget to sweep over Gu Yuning, whose face was ashen, and the corners of his lips hooked up into a faint smile: “There’s a stench of rotting garbage here; it makes me nauseous.”

Bo Yu’s eyes were deep and profound. Enduring the itch in his throat, he let out a very light muffled hum and led Gu Qichi away from the center of the banquet with his arm around him.

At the other end of the banquet, Gu Qichi picked up a wine glass from a waiter’s tray. The scarlet liquid swirled in the transparent glass, and the rich aroma of grapes wafted to his nose, very tempting.

The glass was lifted, the rim a step away from his lips, when Gu Qichi’s wrist was abruptly grabbed.

He lifted his eyelids lazily, crashing into Bo Yu’s deep eyes. His voice was vague and hoarse, with a slightly rasping magnetism: “Don’t drink; drinking too much hurts the stomach.”

Gu Qichi didn’t move. He only raised his left hand, slowly stroking Bo Yu’s chest. The end of his tone was seductive, and anyone could hear he was acting coquettishly: “Bo Yu, I want to drink. Just let me drink a little, okay?”

The area around the young man’s eyes was flushed with a thin red from the moisture, his eyelashes thick and long. Seeming to feel this wouldn’t work, he unconsciously softened his voice, increasing the stakes: “Please.”

Deadly.

Helpless, Bo Yu took a step back, releasing him almost indulgently.

Obtaining permission, Gu Qichi contentedly sent the wine down his throat. The fragrance of the wine collided with the tip of his tongue, the burning alcohol sliding past his throat. The taste was rich and impactful.

Summer was always rainy. While Bo Yu was entangled by business partners, Gu Qichi nestled in an inconspicuous corner, drinking cup after cup to his heart’s content.

Unknown when the sky darkened. Thick clouds rolled in from the horizon, gray mist dyeing the sky, suppressing the colors of the neon lights. Occasional muffled thunder sounded, and waves of sultry wind blew past, making people feel restless and itchy.

First, fine rain tapped on the ground, the rain curtain sparse. In an instant, it poured down heavily. Heaven and earth seemed connected into one piece by the rain and mist.

The sound of rain was like thunderclaps, smashing against the windowsill one after another, splashing out blooming water flowers.

Gu Qichi felt a bit dizzy. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, letting fresh air fill his lungs, then exhaled.

With no one around, unknown what thoughts crossed his mind, as if avoiding Bo Yu, Gu Qichi swayed slightly and stumbled down the stairs from the escalator on the other side.

At the main entrance of the hotel, the lights in the distance blurred into gorgeous spots in the rain and mist. The wind blew the rain into diagonal lines, and the sound of car horns could be heard faintly.

Gu Qichi looked up, extending his cold white fingertips from under the eaves, letting the rain soak his skin and flow through the gaps between his fingers, bringing a chill.

A bolt of lightning suddenly split overhead, tearing the world into a snow-white brightness, dazzling and blinding.

Under the bright light, at the end of his vision, a noble and cold man held a black umbrella. The rain collided with the umbrella surface, making a crisp sound. The umbrella handle was slightly raised, revealing Bo Yu’s sharp and cold brows and eyes. His phoenix eyes were narrow and long, his nose bridge high, his expression unfathomable.

Expensive leather shoes stepped through puddles, unhurriedly, yet shattering the reflection on the water surface.

The sky grew darker, the rain poured down, and the crackling sound of rain covered all other noises.

Bo Yu stopped in front of him, tilting the black umbrella towards Gu Qichi. From Gu Qichi’s angle, only his exquisite jaw could be seen.

Gu Qichi: “Did you come to pick me up, Bo Yu?”

Bo Yu lowered his eyes, his brow cold and stern. He leaned closer and pulled him into his arms.

“Yes.”

His heart beat violently, the thumping sound stimulating his eardrums one after another. Gu Qichi’s fingertips trembled.

Licking his canine tooth, he rippled with a lazy smile.

Couldn’t escape.

Since that was the case, then let himself indulge.

Gu Qichi’s arms climbed onto Bo Yu’s shoulders. Letting Bo Yu hold his waist, rubbing temples together, he whispered in his ear:

“Bo Yu, I want you.”