Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Gao Bochong was actually a beat too slow, allowing Wang Zhi to turn around and leave, disappearing from his sight.

Wang Zhi cried.

Was he scared by himself… to tears?

Was he too harsh?

He was a bit reckless. Wang Zhi was just on the phone, and he scolded him like that. He must have felt wronged.

… How did he become such a person who randomly suspects others?

Or… was he too emotionally affected by Wang Zhi?

The gift in his hand wasn't too big, neatly wrapped in dark blue silk. When unwrapped, it revealed a sandalwood box, and inside was a scroll of scripture, beautifully written in small regular script, transcribing the entire "Medicine Buddha Sutra."

This is a scripture that blesses peace, joy, and freedom from illness and disaster.

With such a good meaning and such beautiful writing, Gao Bochong could almost imagine Wang Zhi under the light, his eyes lowered, his snow-white face full of devotion, writing down the complex and obscure scriptures stroke by stroke.

—Just to give him a gift.

Yet he misunderstood him like that.

A warmth spread across the back of his hand, as if a tear had traveled through time and landed heavily on his skin, burning hot. Gao Bochong stared at the scripture, as if gazing at a heart he couldn't bear but couldn't let go of.

Throughout the journey, Gao Bochong remained silent. The assistant in the front seat sneaked a glance at him through the rearview mirror, seeing his furrowed brows and a face that was usually decisive and resolute, now showing such a conflicted and slightly… regretful expression for the first time.

What kind of matter could make President Gao regret?

The assistant, who had been with Gao Bochong for many years, felt that recently, Gao Bochong had become somewhat unpredictable, as if he had encountered some major internal crisis, always in a state of gain and loss.

The assistant didn't dare to ask, dying of curiosity but could only hold it in, until he heard Gao Bochong suddenly ask from the back seat, "If… if you misunderstood someone, how would you apologize?"

What?!

The assistant's body tensed, carefully considering his response: "If it's not a big misunderstanding, just explain it clearly, I guess."

Gao Bochong remained silent, clearly unsatisfied with this answer. The assistant had a sudden flash of inspiration: "Maybe, give them a gift they like?"

Gao Bochong finally made a sound of acknowledgment, and the assistant breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he heard Gao Bochong ask, "Has Han Yugang returned to the country?"

The topic shift was too abrupt, and the assistant, who was still thinking about who Gao Bochong wanted to apologize to, paused before answering, "…President Han has already returned."

"Arrange a meeting with him for tonight."

The assistant responded, "Should I arrange it as a business dinner?"

"It has nothing to do with the company." Gao Bochong gazed at the scripture on his lap, his expression subtle, as if unsure how to handle it, yet also as if he had received an unexpected surprise, "It's my personal matter."

In the evening, Han Yugang arrived at the hotel private room ten minutes later than the agreed time.

He had just returned from abroad and was in his leisure time. When Gao Bochong suddenly invited him, he originally didn't want to come, but hearing from Gao Bochong's assistant that it was a personal matter, Han Yugang was curious.

Someone like Gao Bochong actually has personal matters? Isn't he all about work and nothing else?

With the thought that "Gao Bochong has finally gone work-crazy," Han Yugang made time to come over. As he pushed the door open, he saw that the private room only had Gao Bochong, and the table was empty, with nothing on it.

Han Yugang exclaimed, "A Hongmen Banquet?"

Gao Bochong glanced at him without speaking, making Han Yugang even more curious.

Gao Bochong didn't even mention his lateness!

Becoming cautious, Han Yugang felt that something might really be wrong with Gao Bochong, but then he saw him raise his hand, placing a box on the table. The electric turntable slowly rotated, bringing it in front of Han Yugang, who casually picked it up, opened the box, and raised an eyebrow.

Inside the box was a half-meter-tall Jade Buddha, exquisitely carved with gentle and compassionate features. Even just in the box, it exuded a sense of compassion, and from any angle, it seemed to gaze back at the viewer. The jade quality was exceptional, crystal clear to the extreme, making one afraid to touch it for fear of desecration.

Seeing the look of amazement on Han Yugang's face, Gao Bochong finally spoke, "I remember Mr. Han's birthday is next month."

Han Yugang asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Gao Bochong replied, "A Jade Buddha, a national-level project cooperation, in exchange for the remaining three jade ornaments in your hand."

Han Yugang's hand trembled slightly, quickly putting down the Jade Buddha, "Are you serious about the exchange?"

Although his three pieces of jewelry were valuable, compared to this Jade Buddha, they lacked a bit of brilliance, not to mention the national-level project.

Unable to hold back, Han Yugang asked, "Are you crazy?"

Gao Bochong said calmly, "Exchange or not."

Han Yugang hesitated for only a moment, "Exchange! But old Gao, you have to tell me why you want to exchange for that."

At the previous auction, Gao Bochong had snatched a jade pin from him for six million, which he originally intended to complete a set as a birthday gift for the old man. Now with the Jade Buddha, it would be the icing on the cake. But more than making a good impression in front of the old man, Han Yugang wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

Gao Bochong said, "It's none of your business."

Han Yugang said, "If you don't tell me, I won't exchange."

But his hand still tightly gripped the box.

Normally, Gao Bochong would have seen through his bluff, but this time, after a moment of contemplation, he said, "It's a gift."

Han Yugang asked in shock, "For whom?"

Gao Bochong gave him a cold look, "You're not the only one with good jade. I just want to complete a set."

Understood, don't let him push his luck.

Han Yugang chuckled.

He and Gao Bochong were the same age, and since childhood, they had been compared to each other. But Gao Bochong was really something, doing everything perfectly, with no personal life, excelling in family background, academics, and looks. When he grew up, he directly inherited the Gao family.

Han Yugang considered himself a hero, but compared to him, he was like a fish eye. For so many years, this was the first time Gao Bochong had asked him for something. With a thoughtful expression, Han Yugang finally said, "Then I'll do you a favor and have the items sent to you tomorrow."

But Gao Bochong said, "Send them tonight."

"In such a hurry?" Han Yugang probed, "Could it be that you have a date with a beauty tonight?"

Gao Bochong's expression darkened.

Han Yugang laughed heartily, "Old Gao, I never thought you'd have such a moment. To make such a big concession for someone you care about?"

Gao Bochong said coldly, "I told you it's none of your business."

Han Yugang thought, he only said it's none of my business, but didn't deny having someone he cares about. I really wonder what kind of beauty could make a saint like Gao Bochong, who has been pure for thirty years, fall for her.

That night, Han Yugang delivered the three ornaments to Gao Bochong. After confirming them, he had the previously sent diamond bracelet and watch delivered to Wang Zhi.

The person delivering the gift asked if there were any words to pass on, and Gao Bochong coldly said, "No."

He's seen too many of these gold-digging guys, always trying to please to get more.

Just give him what he wants, does he have to actively show goodwill?

…

But he cried.

He was indeed a bit excessive.

Gao Bochong had already lain down but sat up again, took his phone, and opened WeChat.

Wang Zhi hadn't sent him any messages.

It was already past the usual time to say goodnight.

He was probably still sulking, but seeing the gift should calm him down. Didn't he already apologize? He couldn't keep coaxing him over and over.

Gao Bochong stared at Wang Zhi's profile picture, using some effort to restrain himself from opening the chat box to send a message.

Once Wang Zhi saw the gift, everything would return to normal, and he would continue to say good morning and goodnight to him.

—Even though he didn't need it.

He sent all sorts of random things every day, sharing every little detail, the coffee he drank, the stray cat he saw on the roadside, even a falling leaf, he had to take a picture and show it to him, and he had to find time to look at it.

Gao Bochong closed his eyes until three in the morning, finally falling asleep. The moment the alarm rang, he immediately grabbed his phone.

The chat box was still empty, the conversation history stopping at yesterday morning, with Wang Zhi's good morning.

Gao Bochong thought, maybe he hasn't woken up yet. When Wang Zhi wasn't filming, he would sleep until eleven or twelve.

He went to the company as usual, handling business, attending meetings, scolding Gao Fengming, handling business, attending meetings.

During a meeting, while a subordinate was reporting work, someone's alarm went off, making the subordinate a bit nervous, fearing President Gao would be angry. But they saw that President Gao, who was always focused during meetings, suddenly took out his phone and glanced at it, his already not-so-good expression turning completely dark.

…

At exactly twelve, Wang Zhi still hadn't sent him a good morning.