Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 740 - 741: Old Master Bo is heartbroken as if he has lost his son

Chapter 740: Chapter 741: Old Master Bo is heartbroken as if he has lost his son

When Zhou Yunchen arrived, the atmosphere was tense.

Bo Nianyao was holding Bo Qing, his tears flowing freely. Despite the difference in their ranks, in his heart, Bo Qing was still his second brother.

Zhou Yunchen arrived with his men, accompanied by Wang Yuan, a trusted aide of Min Li. Seeing the situation, Zhou Yunchen gestured for the others to stay back and slowly walked over himself.

Gu Anxi slowly stood up and said softly, "Bo Qing is dead."

Zhou Yunchen let out a long sigh. "Go back and report to Mr. Wang, and then take the body back."

After speaking, he looked towards Song Jia, who was weeping profusely. Song Jia was sobbing uncontrollably. Bo Qing had always been her emotional pillar; with his death, she felt aimless and lost.

Zhou Yunchen slowly walked over to her, stood before her, and gently asked, "Are you Duo Duo?"

Song Jia sniffed but didn’t look at him. Whether she sensed who he was or not, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, buried her face in his chest, and wailed uncontrollably.

Zhou Yunchen’s heart ached as if pricked by countless needles, a sour, astringent feeling welling up. Although he already knew the truth, this long-lost familial affection still felt unfamiliar, leaving him somewhat at a loss... perhaps he simply didn’t know how to react.

Gu Mingzhu, who had been sitting on the ground, saw that it was safe now. Seeing the usually formidable Song Jia crying so wretchedly, Gu Mingzhu sneered disdainfully, "Crying like that? How disgraceful."

Two helicopters slowly descended. The Bo family took one helicopter with Bo Qing, while Gu Mingzhu and Zhou Yunchen took the other.

「On the way back, no one spoke until they reached Beicheng.」

A grand welcome awaited them. King Jingyao was personally waiting on the tarmac. When he saw the Bo family, he embraced each one in turn. "Thank you for your hard work, Nianyao, Xichen," he said. "And you, you little rascal," he added, turning to Gu Anxi, "you’ve made a great contribution this time! I’ll think about how to reward you. Anything you can think of, I can make it happen."

Gu Anxi grimaced. "Second Uncle is gone."

Ah... mentioning this naturally dampened the joyous atmosphere. But King Jingyao, ever adept at navigating social situations, quickly adopted a regretful expression, feigning sorrow. "Bo Qing was indeed talented. If he hadn’t strayed down the wrong path, he would have had a promising future... Now that it has come to this, his funeral should be handled with propriety, but kept low-key. Once it’s all over, wait for your old brother to reward you."

Ultimately, he couldn’t suppress his delight.

Gu Anxi lowered her head.

The two Bo men and King Jingyao exchanged a few words before departing in Bo Qing’s car.

Although Bo Qing was an infamous criminal, with no direct heirs remaining from his line of the Bo family, he was still afforded due respect. A procession of more than a dozen black cars, adorned with white mourning flowers, followed. The elderly Bo family patriarch, a white-haired man mourning one with black hair, was overcome with heart-wrenching grief, his tears flowing freely as Madam Bo supported him. After a tumultuous period of sorrow, the body was finally sent on its way.

King Jingyao watched the motorcade depart, then turned to Wang Yuan. "What happened? Wasn’t he supposed to be brought back alive?"

Wang Yuan managed a bleak smile. "I’m not sure myself. From what they implied, it seems Bo Qing no longer wished to live. He must have been truly unable to see past his despair."

King Jingyao also sighed. "Yes, it’s a pity. He had the looks, he had the intellect. How could he become so self-destructive? He should learn from your boss, Min Li. Look at him—despite his humble beginnings, he dared to relentlessly pursue a lady from a prestigious family, and even succeeded! After their divorce, he still managed to stay close. And in his career, he claws his way up with sheer tenacity. If Bo Qing had been half as resilient, he wouldn’t have ended up like this."

Wang Yuan bristled. They were having a perfectly normal conversation, so why had King Jingyao suddenly started criticizing Min Li?

Just as he was thinking this, King Jingyao asked again, "Where’s Zhou Yunchen?"

Wang Yuan immediately replied, "Director Zhou found his biological sister. His sister, in turn, is mourning her lost love, so he probably went directly to the Bo family. They’ll undoubtedly be inseparable for a few days, comforting each other."

King Jingyao nodded and, with his hands clasped behind his back, began to walk away. "That Bo Qing," he mused as he walked, "he could have died any time, earlier or later, but he had to pick now. It even spoils a good celebration. Little Gu did such a splendid job this time; I had a whole bellyful of ideas for her reward."

Wang Yuan knew Min Li was on the verge of retiring and had been desperately seeking an opportunity to curry favor. Now that an opportunity had presented itself, he readily agreed, "Yes, Little Gu is truly brave and resourceful. The credit for this largely goes to her; she’s remarkably capable."

"The AI she invented is fascinating," King Jingyao’s mood brightened considerably, and his pace quickened. "It can fight people effortlessly! We must find some time to witness it properly."

Wang Yuan kept pace, showering Little Gu with more praise. King Jingyao was always pleased to hear good things about Little Gu.

The Bo family’s cars slowly returned to Si Garden. Word of Second Master Bo’s demise had already reached them, and small white mourning flowers adorned the main entrance and pathways.

Old Master Bo was weeping pitifully. Those who knew understood he mourned his younger brother; those who didn’t might have mistaken his grief for that of a father who had lost a son.

Bo Nianyao was also deeply grieved. He personally carried Bo Qing back to his own courtyard. Madam Bo and the servants then meticulously prepared everything with utmost propriety. Within the estate, all arrangements were handled with dignity. The situation outside, however, remained uncertain due to Bo Qing’s extremely sensitive status at the time.

All arrangements were completed overnight. He was to be sent off the next day, with his burial planned for the hill behind Si Garden. At least he would have a final resting place, a place to call his own.

Night fell. A gentle breeze drifted in, causing the white candles to flicker.

Song Jia had been keeping vigil, her tears never ceasing. Zhou Yunchen felt helpless before her grief.

Gu Anxi showered and changed before coming over. She crouched beside Song Jia and said helplessly, "He’s gone. Crying won’t change anything. Get up and eat something."

Song Jia ignored her.

Gu Anxi sighed. "Your brother is very worried about you. If you don’t eat, he won’t eat either. Do you want him to starve with you?"

Song Jia’s voice was strained. "Do you think saying that will make me listen to you, Gu Anxi? Even if Dark is gone, even if you let me off, I will never be grateful to you!"

"So you hate me?" Gu Anxi smiled. "Even better. Eat up so you have the strength to fight me. I promise not to use my AI constructs."

Song Jia didn’t believe her.

After a moment, she finally spoke. "My Senior Brother is dead. Aren’t you sad at all?"

Gu Anxi was silent for a moment before answering, "Do you want the truth?"

Song Jia stared at her.

Gu Anxi smiled faintly. "Truthfully? Our relationship was mostly one of hatred. I wouldn’t say I’m heartbroken, no. But I’m definitely not feeling good about it."

Song Jia said no more.

After another pause, Gu Anxi said softly, "Your brother is waiting outside. He wants to take you home."

Song Jia froze. After a long moment, she asked hoarsely, "He’s... willing to take me home?"