Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 1061 - 1060: Oh My, This Is Something Amazing

The waiter left, and Song Jia gave him a glance, softly saying, "This is French dining, not a street food stall."Chen Ming laughed heartily, "Alright, I’ll go out later for some noodles."

He then started cutting the steak. He was a rough guy, not exactly crude, but he wasn’t used to using a knife and fork, so he cut it into four large pieces, planning to devour them. For him, as long as it ended up in his stomach, the process didn’t matter.

Just as Song Jia was about to say something, Gu Anxi had already cut her portion into over twenty small pieces and pushed it to Chen Ming, "Try this, savor it slowly."

She pushed it over and took Chen Ming’s portion, "Didn’t you say your girlfriend is a teacher? Teachers these days are quite cultured. What if she dislikes you for this when you have Western cuisine together in the future? You need to practice."

Chen Ming initially appreciated her gesture, but hearing the latter half of her sentence, he almost burst out laughing. What did she mean his girlfriend was a teacher?

His expression was indescribable, and naturally, Gu Anxi couldn’t miss it. She looked puzzled, "Isn’t that so? Didn’t you tell me this morning? Any problem?"

Chen Ming felt he couldn’t deny it; otherwise, it would seem like he was hung up on that brief relationship with Song Jia. So he immediately said, "No issue."

Gu Anxi beamed, "That’s right. You’re not getting any younger, and your mom is eager to hold a grandchild. Last time, she even told me that as long as the girl has a good character, she’d be thrilled if you got married and gave her a grandchild to hold early."

Chen Ming smiled wryly but said nothing.

Song Jia wasn’t a fool and knew that Gu Anxi’s words were meant for her. However, she also understood that Chen Ming indeed had a girlfriend. Regardless of the depth of their relationship, it was satisfactory and stable.

She didn’t say anything, maintaining her dignity.

After the unpleasant ending to their last encounter, she felt they had no future.

The meal went by with few words exchanged. It wasn’t until they were leaving that Gu Anxi remembered to tell Song Jia, "You had a pre-dinner drink. Let Chen Ming send you off."

Song Jia shook her head, "No need, the film crew’s car and chauffeur came with me."

Gu Anxi felt a bit disappointed; such a good opportunity, and she couldn’t see any drama.

However, Chen Ming was quite gentlemanly, turning to Gu Anxi, "Wait for me in the car; I’ll walk her to the parking lot."

Although she had a driver, he felt that her attire today was too eye-catching, and earlier in the restaurant, many eyes were on her, which he found infuriating.

Song Jia smiled lightly, "Alright."

Gu Anxi knowingly got into the car and, once inside, leaned over the window to watch the scene, even taking sneaky photos with her phone.

Hehe, she’ll show them to her uncle later.

Over there, Chen Ming and Song Jia stood together, side by side. The night breeze was a bit chilly. He gentlemanly considered taking off his jacket to cover her but then realized, upon touching, that he only had a shirt on. The jacket had been given to Anxi and was left in the car.

Song Jia noticed his little gesture and smiled nonchalantly, "I’m not cold."

Chen Ming lit a cigarette, "Where’s the car parked? I’ll walk you there."

Song Jia pointed in a direction, "Over there."

Chen Ming walked alongside her, casually chatting, "That producer, still with him?"

Song Jia took a few steps before lightly smiling, "Not together anymore."

Chen Ming stopped, "Why?"

"No reason! In the entertainment circle, having a brief relationship with a producer is quite normal, nothing to fuss over." Song Jia took a cigarette box from her handbag, pulled out a cigarette, and leaned in to light it from Chen Ming’s flame.

His body stiffened slightly, and after a moment, he spoke, "You still smoke?"

"Occasionally." She elegantly took a drag and slowly said, "Chen Ming, stop bothering with me. Didn’t you get a girlfriend? Settle down, have a good relationship, and get married; wouldn’t that be nice?"

She finished, smiled, and pointed at a sports car, "That’s my car."

As she spoke, she opened the car door, got in, extinguished the cigarette, and closed the door.

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment before chasing after her, "Where’s your driver? Damn it, Song Jia, open the door for me."

However, Song Jia had already driven away.

Chen Ming chased a bit further before stopping, angrily kicking a stone and yelling in frustration.

Gu Anxi’s car slowly drove up, the window rolling down, and she smiled, "What, she ignored you?"

Chen Ming got in the car in a huff.

Gu Anxi waited for him to fasten his seatbelt before starting the car, casually saying, "Now that you have a girlfriend, she naturally won’t be involved with you anymore. Chen Ming, don’t forget Song Jia is a movie star; she has her pride and temper. If you really want to be with her, clean up the people around you. If you don’t, whether she lives or dies doesn’t really concern you, does it?"

Chen Ming looked at her intently.

Gu Anxi focused on driving, taking a moment to say, "Unless you’re still hung up or have other thoughts."

"No," Chen Ming promptly denied, not even thinking twice, and Gu Anxi said nothing more, simply driving back to the villa.

Upon returning, they saw Bo Xichen sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting. As Gu Anxi and Chen Ming entered, Bo Xichen heard the footsteps and folded up the newspaper, "You’re back?"

Gu Anxi hummed a response, "Uncle, have you eaten?"

Before he could reply, she babbled on, "Chen Ming and I had French food with Song Jia, and we’re still not full."

Xichen pinched her ear lightly, "Is that an excuse?"

Her little ears flushed, yet she gazed at him eagerly, her eyes sparkling, "I don’t think there’s any need to explain."

Bo Xichen chuckled, letting her off. Only then did he speak to Chen Ming, who candidly knew it was just playful banter between the young couple. They chatted about some project matters, with Chen Ming in charge of security. As they conversed, the housekeeper started serving dishes, murmuring while busy, "Sir and young master came back early to wait for you. They knew you’d be hungry if you went out with Miss Song, as those stars always diet to keep their weight in check. How could you handle that?"

Chen Ming interjected, "But Anxi is even skinnier than Song Jia."

That was true.

The housekeeper complained, "I don’t know why she can’t gain weight; though she’s gained a few pounds, she’s still too thin."

Saying this, she was puzzled, "She eats a lot every day."

Right then, Bo Xichen gave a light cough, "Maybe it’s her physique."

The housekeeper looked at him and quipped, "Couldn’t it be the young master’s fault?"

Just then, Nian Yao emerged from the bath, having changed into a two-piece traditional set. Hearing this, he laughed, "Xichen, it seems your reputation at home isn’t great."

Bo Xichen’s face reddened slightly, and Chen Ming cheerfully said, "It’s pretty good, pretty good."

Nian Yao, sitting down with him, affectionately picked up a piece of food for Chen Ming, smiling, "What’s good about it?"

Chen Ming opened his mouth wide, at a loss for words...

It seemed the Bo Family wasn’t what he imagined. Was Anxi leading them astray?

Nevertheless, the meal was filling, and the housekeeper’s cooking was excellent. Chen Ming was quite satisfied. After dinner, he was assigned a room next to Manager Ma’s. Not too familiar with each other, they, being in a foreign land, drank some liquor in the living room. When they had enough, they both took showers and lay down on the soft bed.

Late at night, the alcohol loosened him, making him think about things or people he wouldn’t normally dare to consider.

Song Jia.

Unable to sleep, he got up, wearing only a white tank top and black shorts, and went out to the balcony to smoke. The night’s haze was dark, but it seemed to conceal a beautiful woman, dressed in a light yellow long dress, ready to step out from that mist...

Her skin was pale, and her face exceptionally beautiful, tender all over.

He could still remember, deeply remember.

Chen Ming took a deep drag of the cigarette, let his mind wander over many things—

Her brief romance with the producer, and the preschool teacher he recently dated in Beicheng.

Finally, he stubbed out the cigarette, smirking at himself: Chen Ming, what right do you have to think about this?

Returning to his bedroom, he forced himself to sleep...

While he slept soundly, in the same high-end residential villa, one person was particularly excited and couldn’t sleep, and that was Wang Kefu.

He was over the moon, clutching a large envelope containing some incredible stuff—

His beloved niece’s scene of dating a random guy.