Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 713 - 716: Love to a Dead End, Spilt Water Can’t be Regained 3_1

The other party smiled back at him.

Nan Baihao became increasingly certain that he must’ve upset the butler unintentionally and now the butler was eagerly pushing him into the firing line!

What a villain!

"All right!" He gritted his teeth, yet he wept internally: Huanhuan, you should mourn for me.

After Nan Baihao brought the fragrant food into the study, he kept his eyes and ears open. The three special assistants in the study were all losing their spirit, and he was handed the semi-annual financial statements of several groups. Gu Shaocheng’s questions, cunning and strange, could not be answered smoothly without full attention. Any small mistake would be noticed. He was observing when suddenly a file on the table flew out and hit one of the special assistant’s face squarely.

"Can you explain this financial report to me?" Gu Shaocheng’s body reclined slightly, looking at him with an intimidating gaze that sent shivers through the assistant, his legs shaking in his suit.

Nan Baihao and Bai Wuqing, one a martial artist and one scholarly, served as Gu Shaocheng’s right-hand men. Nan Baihao was more involved in underworld dealings and seldom partook in legitimate business. The latter was more regularly managed by Wuqing, thus he was clueless. Yet Gu Shaocheng, who had always preferred underworld dealings, was reviewing legal businesses today. He had nothing to contribute and could only stand silently by the side. Looking at his brother’s eyes, he felt tremors in his heart.

He felt sorry for the people in the study: this was truly a case of collateral damage.

By the time Gu Shaocheng finally let the three special assistants leave, the meal in Nan Baihao’s hands had become cold. He sighed, took the cold meal out, and returned it to the butler: "It looks like you need to heat it up again and bring it in yourself."

Nan Baihao felt like he had shaken off a hot potato and returned breathlessly to the study. He approached Gu Shaocheng cautiously, "Brother, you have been working all day. How about we go play some bowling?"

Gu Shaocheng waved him off.

Nan Baihao repeatedly comforted him to no avail. He was on the verge of begging Gu Shaocheng not to torture himself, "Brother, we can always have more children. You are still young! You can’t tire yourself out just because you’ve lost a child! You’ve been busy all day and night, can we just stop for a bit, take a rest and have some tea?"

Gu Shaocheng heard him, yet ignored him completely.

Once again he lowered his head, silently continuing to flip through the mountain-like pile of documents in front of him.

Seeing this, Nan Baihao grew anxious. Since he couldn’t convince Gu Shaocheng, he decided to sit by his side for company, even eating the meal the butler had reheated by himself, which smelled delicious but failed to tempt him.

Sitting at the go game table, where big brother and second brother usually lounged and played, he himself couldn’t stand such mind-boggling games, yet today he was obsessively fiddling with the black-and-white stones.

As an onlooker, he felt that if it were Huanhuan causing any harm to his son, he would be devastate, and would probably pick a fight with someone!

Right, Nan Baihao glanced at him and asked, "Brother, why don’t I accompany you to the training ground? We can sweat it out, and that should help vent your anger, right? It’s surely better than sitting here going through these densely packed characters, isn’t it?"