Chapter 13
13
Gao Bochong was actually a little slow and let Wang Zhi turn around and leave, disappearing from his sight.
Wang Zhi cried.
Were you scared...to tears by yourself?
Am I too fierce?
It was a bit reckless. He was just making a phone call, and I scolded him like that. He must feel wronged.
...How could I become such a suspicious person?
Or... am I too emotionally affected by Wang Zhi?
The gift in his hand was not too big, neatly wrapped in navy blue silk. When it was unpacked, a sandalwood box was revealed. When it was opened again, a scroll of scriptures was revealed. The entire volume of the "Medicine Buddha Sutra" was copied in beautiful and elegant small characters.
This is a scripture that blesses you with peace, joy, freedom from illness and disaster.
With such a good meaning and such beautiful words, Gao Bochong could almost imagine that under the light, Wang Zhi, with lowered eyebrows and full of piety on his snow-white face, copied the awkward and complicated scriptures stroke by stroke.
——Just to give him a gift.
But I misunderstood him like that.
A wave of heat spread across the back of his hand, like a teardrop that had traveled through time and landed heavily on his skin, burning him. Gao Bochong gazed at the scriptures, as if gazing at a heart that he felt unable to bear but could not let go of.
Gao Bochong remained silent throughout the journey. The assistant in the front seat secretly glanced at him in the rearview mirror and saw that his brows were furrowed. For the first time, his face, which was usually decisive and arbitrary, showed such a conflicted, embarrassed and slightly... regretful expression.
What kind of thing could make Mr. Gao regret?
The assistant has been following Gao Bochong for many years and feels that Gao Bochong has been a little unpredictable recently, as if he has encountered some serious trouble and is always worried about gains and losses.
The assistant didn't dare to ask, and he could only hold back his curiosity. He heard Gao Bochong in the back seat suddenly ask him: "If... if you misunderstood someone, how would you apologize?"
What? !
The assistant's body trembled, and he answered carefully: "If it's not a big misunderstanding, just explain it clearly."
Gao Bochong remained silent, clearly dissatisfied with this answer. The assistant suddenly had an idea: "Perhaps, give him a gift he likes?"
Gao Bochong finally said "hmm", and the assistant breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, Gao Bochong asked, "Has Han Yuguang returned to China?"
The topic changed so dramatically that the assistant's mind was preoccupied with who Gao Bochong was going to apologize to. After a pause, he replied, "...Boss Han has returned."
"Make an appointment for me to meet him tonight."
The assistant should say, "Is this a business dinner?"
"It has nothing to do with the company." Gao Bochong stared at the scripture on his lap, his thoughts unclear. His expression was subtle, as if he didn't know how to deal with it, but also as if he had received an unexpected surprise. "It's my own private matter."
In the evening, Han Yuguang arrived at the hotel box ten minutes later than the agreed time.
He had just returned from abroad and it was his leisure time. Gao Bochong suddenly asked him out. He didn't want to come at first, but when he heard Gao Bochong's assistant say it was a private matter, Han Yuguang became curious.
Someone like Gao Bochong actually has his own personal affairs? Isn't it all about work?
With the thought that "Gao Bochong has finally gone crazy working himself to death", Han Yuguang took the time to come over. When he pushed the door open, he saw that Gao Bochong was the only one in the box, and the table was empty.
Han Yuguang exclaimed, "Hongmen Banquet?"
Gao Bo Chong looked at him without saying anything, and Han Yuguang became more and more surprised.
Gao Bochong didn't even say he was late!
Han Yuguang became cautious, thinking that something might have really happened to Gao Bochong, but he saw Gao Bochong raise his hand and put a box on the table. The electric turntable slowly turned and brought it in front of Han Yuguang. Han Yuguang took it casually, opened the box, and raised his eyebrows.
Inside the box sat a jade Buddha, about half a meter tall. The statue was exquisitely carved, its features gentle and compassionate. Even confined within the box, it exuded a compassionate air, seemingly gazing back at the viewer from any angle. The jade itself was of exceptional quality, so transparent that one dared not touch it, fearing the slightest desecration.
Gao Bochong saw the surprise on Han Yuguang's face and finally said, "I remember Mr. Han's birthday is next month."
Han Yuguang asked: "What do you mean?"
Gao Bochong: "A jade Buddha and a national-level project in exchange for the three jade ornaments you have left."
Han Yuguang's hands trembled, and he quickly put the jade Buddha down: "Do you really want to change it?"
Although his three pieces of jewelry were valuable, they lacked some spiritual brilliance compared to this jade Buddha, not to mention it was a national-level project.
Han Yuguang finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you crazy?"
Gao Bochong said calmly: "Change it or not."
Han Yuguang hesitated for only a moment: "Change! But Lao Gao, you have to tell me why you want to change that."
At a previous auction, Gao Bochong had snatched a string of jadeite collars from him for six million yuan. He had originally intended to put together a set to give to the old man as a birthday gift, and now with the jade Buddha, it was naturally the icing on the cake. But rather than showing off in front of the old man, Han Yuguang was more interested in satisfying his curiosity.
Gao Bochong said: "This has nothing to do with you."
Han Yuguang said: "If you don't tell me, I won't change it."
But his hands still held tightly to the box.
Normally, Gao Bochong would have seen through his bluff, but this time, Gao Bochong hesitated for a moment and said, "Send it away."
Han Yuguang asked in shock, "Who are you sending it to?"
Gao Bochong gave him a cold look and said, "Not only do you have good jadeite, I just want to put it together."
Got it. Don't let him get any further.
Han Yuguang chuckled.
He and Gao Bo Chong are of the same age, and they have been mentioned in the same breath since they were young. However, Gao Bo Chong is really sick. He wants to be perfect in everything he does and has no private life of his own. He has an outstanding family background, is an excellent student, and has an outstanding appearance. When he grew up, he directly inherited the Gao family.
Han Yuguang considered himself a hero, but he was compared to a fish eye by him. In all these years, this was the first time Gao Bochong had asked him for help. Han Yuguang seemed to be thinking about it, and finally said: "Then I will help you and send the things to you tomorrow."
Gao Bochong said, "Send it tonight."
"So urgent?" Han Yuguang probed, "Could it be that the beautiful lady has a date tonight?"
Gao Bochong's brows darkened.
Han Yuguang laughed heartily. "Old Gao, I never thought you'd be like this. You'd actually make such a big concession for your sweetheart?"
Gao Bochong said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Han Yuguang thought, he only said that it has nothing to do with me, but he did not deny that he has a sweetheart. I really don’t know what kind of beauty can make a saint like Gao Bo Chong, who has been single for thirty years, fall in love with her.
That night, Han Yuguang handed the three pieces of jewelry to Gao Bochong. After Gao Bochong opened them and confirmed them, he sent the diamond bracelet and watch that had been sent to him earlier to be delivered to Wang Zhi.
The person who gave the gift asked if he had anything to say, and Gao Bochong said coldly, "No."
I have seen too many money-worshiping men like this. They try so hard to please others just to get more.
It would be fine if you could just give him what he wants, but do you have to take the initiative to show your goodwill?
…
But he cried.
I did go a little too far.
Gao Bochong had already lain down, but he sat up again, took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat.
Wang Zhi didn't send him a message.
It was clearly past the usual time to say goodnight.
He's probably still in a bad mood, and seeing the gift will probably calm him down. Didn't I already say sorry? I can't just keep trying to appease him.
Gao Bochong stared at Wang Zhi's profile picture and used some effort to restrain himself, not clicking on the dialog box to send any message.
Once Wang Zhi sees the gift, everything will be back on track and he will continue to say good morning and good night to me.
——Even though I don’t need it.
He posts all sorts of random things every day, sharing everything, big or small, whether it's the coffee he drinks, the kittens he sees on the street, or even the falling leaves, he'll take a picture for himself and take the time to look at them.
Gao Bochong closed his eyes until 3 a.m., when he finally fell asleep. The moment the alarm rang, he immediately grabbed his phone.
The dialog box is still empty, and the chat history stops at yesterday morning, when Wang Zhi sent a good morning message.
Gao Bochong thought that he probably hadn't gotten up yet. When Wang Zhi was not filming, he would sleep until eleven or twelve o'clock.
He went to the company as usual, handled official business, held meetings, denounced Gao Fengming, handled official business, and held meetings.
During the meeting, the subordinates were reporting on their work when someone's alarm clock rang. The subordinates were a little nervous, fearing that President Gao would be angry. However, President Gao, who was always focused in the meeting, suddenly took out his mobile phone and looked down. His expression, which was not good to begin with, suddenly became completely gloomy.
…
At exactly twelve o'clock, Wang Zhi still didn't send him a good morning message.
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