The lightning seemed to tear a hole in the sky, and the curtains were rustling for the howling wind.
Gu Qingxia was looking down by a French window.
It was raining outside. The rain hit the window and then fell down on the camphor tree below.
It was past three o'clock in the morning.
She couldn't fall asleep.
In the morning, the hospital called to say that her adoptive father, who got worse, needed an operation as soon as possible.
Otherwise, he wouldn't survive this spring.
The news was like a bolt from the blue for her as this old man had brought her up and was very kind to her.
The hospital advised her to prepare about 200 thousand.
However, it sounded ridiculous that she, Mrs. Bo, didn't even have this sum of money.
After some meditation, she called Bo Jinxiao two hours ago.
She had not seen Bo Jinxiao for three months.
Two years ago, they got married, but she saw her husband less than ten times.
After their marriage, Bo Jinxiao forbade her from working outside.
"If you work, it will be a disgrace for me." That was what Bo Jinxiao had said.
Gu Qingxia grew up in the countryside for the past fifteen years.
Not long ago, she was taken in by the Gu family.
However, there had been a talented and well-bred young Miss Gu in the Gu family.
Compared with Gu Peiyan, who Zhao Xinlan had brought up carefully as her own daughter, Gu Qingxia was seldom mentioned in public by the Gu family.
Instead, Gu Qingxia was referred to as the adopted daughter in name.
She was actually a Gu in blood lineage, but a fifth wheel in the family.
As for an influential family like the Bo family, they never admitted this invisible daughter-in-law in public.
Gu Qingxia felt sad at this thought.
This marriage was an accident.
Bo Jinxiao was forced to marry Gu Qingxia.
Right then, there were noises downstairs, which disturbed Gu Qingxia.
In front of the carved gate, a black Maybach stopped steadily. The car light was as shining as a beacon on this dark rainy night.
Two rows of bodyguards in black got out of the car and then held up the umbrellas respectfully.
Another car door was opened, and a handsome face appeared.
This man looked cold with deep and dark eyes, together with a straight nose. He was tall, and the tailor-made suit made him look perfect.
Against the dim light of the rainy night, this man looked proud.
"Bo Jinxiao!"
Panic flashed through the eyes of Gu Qingxia.
Before she could think too much, the man walked past the path and disappeared under the eave.
In the living room, Bo Jinxiao rolled up his sleeves and took off his coat.
The housekeeper, Wen Yi, took his coat and hung it on a shelf. Bo Jinxiao glanced around the living room and then asked casually, "Where's she?"
"Mrs. Bo must be sleeping now." Wen Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, why don't you go upstairs to check it?"
Bo Jinxiao paused for this suggestion and shot a cold glance at Wen Yi with his eagle-like eyes.
Wen Yi looked down, trembling with fear.
Before she said anything more, Bo Jinxiao already turned around.
He was heading upstairs.
In front of the bedroom door, Gu Qingxia stood with her fists clenched, and a cold sweat broke out.
Right then, there was a noise from the door handle. Gu Qingxia's heart skipped a beat when the door was pushed open.
There came a blast of wind from the corridor, so the curtains clattered.
In the dim light, Gu Qingxia raised her head and looked at Bo Jinxiao directly in the face.
Her lips trembled slightly. "You... Why are you here at this late hour?"
Bo Jinxiao pursed his thin lips and stared at the woman, who was slightly alarmed.
She was young and thin, nothing more than a girl.
She wore a nightdress that outlined her slim figure. Her skin was as white as pearls.
Her curly hair was blown up by the wind.
Gu Qingxia looked beautiful and charming.
Bo Jinxiao didn't answer her. His eagle-like eyes fixated on Gu Qingxia as he strode through the door.
Intimidated by the intense gaze, Gu Qingxia took a step back.
Bo Jinxiao strode towards and pinched her jaw with his slender fingers. "Didn't you invite me over? Hmm?"
He emphasized the word "invite", and his dark eyes looked bottomless.
This candor embarrassed Gu Qingxia.
In the past two years, they led a separate life.
Unless, she asked for his favor—
Bo Jinxiao would help as long as Gu Qingxia satisfied him in bed.
At this moment, Bo Jinxiao didn't miss her embarrassment.
He made her raise her face with some force. "Are you dumb?"
"I... I..." Gu Qingxia was forced to look into his cold eyes but couldn't say anything for his domineering aura.
Bo Jinxiao squinted at her.
Gu Qingxia had fair skin and clear eyes, her curly long eyelashes fluttering slightly.
She gave out an amazing aura.
Continuing to look down, Bo Jinxiao saw her good figure protruding in the light-colored nightdress and her delicate collarbone rising and falling with her breath.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his expression changed.
"You know what to do if you want a favor from me, huh?"
Then Bo Jinxiao turned off the light in the bedroom. His hoarse, low, and mellow voice was charming.
Even in the darkness, Gu Qingxia still felt his intense gaze.
After a while, she reached out her hand and pulled off the zipper of her nightdress under the burning gaze of the man.
Later, they couldn't tell who took the initiative but left their clothes on the ground, the sofa, and the bed.
After they finished, Gu Qingxia felt as if her entire body had been crushed to pieces.
The rain outside died down gradually.
There was still a smell of s*x in the air.
Bo Jinxiao sat up, put on his clothes, and got out of bed.
Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice came from behind. "Wait—"
Bo Jinxiao turned around. Different from Gu Qingxia, he seemed to be in good spirits. "What do you want?"
Gu Qingxia said with difficulty. "I need money."
"Oh?" The man paused for a moment, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly worsened. "How much?"
"I want a new Hermes bag." Gu Qingxia did not look at Bo Jinxiao, and her voice was light and emotionless. "Two hundred thousand."
"Is that so?" Bo Jinxiao smiled, but the corners of his lips sank inch by inch. The malice in his eyes could tear people into pieces, if possible. "The ladies in the top nightclub ask for 50 thousand per night at most. Mrs. Bo has nothing to recommend yourself but boredom and dullness. Don't you think you asked for too much?"