Across the night sky of Qingcheng, dozens of helicopters formed three characters that asked, "Are you happy?"
Gu Anxi was at a loss for words. She had an idea who was behind this. Only he would do something so ostentatious and banal. However, she didn’t understand why he would go to such great lengths to celebrate her birthday when they had only met twice before. She knew Qingcheng could probably only muster two or three helicopters at most. This large-scale arrangement must have been deployed from Beicheng. Using helicopters for something drones could easily accomplish—it seemed he had too much money and nowhere to spend it.
Gu Anxi turned around. "Teacher, what were you saying just now?"
Old Mr. He smiled. "I was just asking Xichen what gift he prepared for you. He wouldn’t just treat you to a meal and call it a day, would he? The one outside spent at least seven figures."
Bo Xichen smiled. "I’ll show it to her later."
Still smiling, Old Mr. He said, "Oh, showing her in private? Can’t you let us see it too? What kind of treasure does Xichen have that only Anxi can see, and not the rest of us?"
With so many people around, Bo Xichen was getting exasperated. "Mr. He!"
Chu Yan’s eyes widened. She felt that the highly respected Mr. He had said something rather outrageous. She scratched her head, not quite sure if Mr. He had just made a risqué joke.
Outside, Qingcheng’s elite were lined up in two rows, practically trampling each other to get closer.
The Qin father and son, along with Wang Keru, barely managed to squeeze to the front. That special VIP private room was guarded by three layers of personnel, both inside and out. They didn’t look like hotel security; they seemed more like...
When asked, Mayor Zhang could only give a wry smile. "I’ve only heard that a major figure from Beicheng is here. I don’t know the specifics, just that there are about seven or eight people in their party, all with their own attendants, and everything is strictly confidential."
Mayor Zhang was also quite troubled. A prominent figure had come to Qingcheng, and he felt uneasy not being able to pay his respects. However, the place was guarded so tightly he couldn’t even get a glimpse, which was frustrating.
Qin Han looked around, then leaned in and whispered to Mayor Zhang, "Mayor Zhang, there’s something. The young lady whose birthday it is inside is my wife’s only daughter. Surely a girl celebrating her birthday can’t be prevented from receiving her mother’s blessings? Could you ask the guards to pass on a message that Gu Anxi’s mother is outside?"
At this moment, Qin Han put his worldly shrewdness on full display. Knowing his own standing wasn’t enough, he invoked his wife.
Mayor Zhang hesitated, then, weighing his words carefully, said, "Let’s try."
He then added in a low voice, "The word from inside is, don’t let even a fly in."
Qin Han’s expression immediately filled with awe. He sighed, "The people inside must be incredibly distinguished!"
Mayor Zhang agreed. "Indeed. The powerful circles of Beicheng... Brother Qin, even if we exhausted ourselves, we wouldn’t be able to touch even a finger of theirs."
With that, Mayor Zhang went to convey the request, speaking politely and deferentially to the guard. Watching Mayor Zhang act so obsequiously even to a mere guard, Qin Han became even more convinced that there were truly formidable figures inside.
Wang Keru, beside him, was equally stunned and somewhat dazed.
First, the absence of Qingcheng’s prominent figures, then Chu Ci’s city-wide fireworks and helicopter display for Anxi’s birthday... and now this impenetrable security, with all of Qingcheng’s influential people practically bowing and scraping. This level of pomp and circumstance was something even Gu Yuntian couldn’t have orchestrated when he was around. And all of this was because of Anxi.
How could she have been so foolish last night? Anxi had clearly invited her, so why did she refuse?
All she would have had to do was softly mention she was Anxi’s mother, and she could have immediately entered this place inaccessible to others, basking in everyone’s envious gazes...