C2 Is the Household Register Ready?

"Despite Mr. Bo's imposing presence, a small gesture gave you away."

She arched an eyebrow and glanced at his well-defined hand, remarking, "Since I've entered the room, you've pinched the bridge of your nose three times. That's a sign of long-term, high-strung tension and a lack of rest."

Bo Yandong's gaze was deep and icy, his face stoic and silent.

Gu Zhiwei, seemingly oblivious to his piercing stare, bent down to retrieve a sachet from her bag and nonchalantly tossed it before Bo Yandong.

Bo Yandong's handsome features grew slightly colder.

No woman had ever dared to address him with such audacity.

What was this woman's intention?

Gu Zhiwei fixed her gaze on the man's detached pupils, her demeanor relaxed.

"This is a sleep aid sachet I made myself. Mr. Bo, place it by your pillow tonight, and I assure you, you'll be asleep within 15 minutes."

Bo Yandong looked on coolly, his gaze dropping to the sachet.

A subtle scent of medicinal herbs began to waft through the air, refined and refreshing.

The tightness and irritation that had been plaguing his mind began to fade, and the throbbing in his temples eased considerably.

Bo Yandong's breath caught, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He had consulted numerous esteemed physicians over the years and tried countless treatments to no avail.

Yet, within two minutes of inhaling the sachet's aroma, his symptoms of nervous tension had significantly lessened.

Seeing Bo Yandong remain silent, Gu Zhiwei let out a light laugh.

"If you're skeptical, Mr. Bo, feel free to try it tonight."

Bo Yandong narrowed his eyes at her, "Where did you get this sachet?"

Leaning casually against the edge of the table, Gu Zhiwei's smile was faint, "At the age of ten, after collapsing from a high fever, I was abandoned in the countryside by the Gu family to fend for myself. Fortunately, I was found by a grandmother who had some medical knowledge. She used herbs to revive me.

I've learned quite a bit of medical knowledge from her over the years. I made this sachet myself."

She breezed over her brush with death so lightly.

Only she knew the true extent of her narrow escape from the clutches of the Grim Reaper.

Over the years, she's been plagued by nightmares, leading to poor sleep quality.

The sachet was initially meant for her own use.

Bo Yandong observed the cool glint in her eyes, his own gaze profound.

Outsiders believed the Gu family's eldest daughter was simply sent to the countryside for her health, unaware of the deeper story.

In the world of the wealthy elite, such sordid affairs were all too common.

Having battled his way through the Bo family's own internal strife, Bo Yandong empathized with Gu Zhiwei's past.

His eyes softened as he regarded Gu Zhiwei once more.

After a lengthy silence, he finally asked, "Why are you so set on marrying me?"

With her head slightly bowed, Gu Zhiwei offered a bitterly ironic smile. "Mr. Bo, you're an intelligent man. Surely, you can deduce my reasons?"

Young Master Bo was twenty-eight this year, prime age for a man, yet he showed no urgency to wed.

Old Mrs. Bo, advanced in years, longed for her grandson to marry.

Recently, the young master had relented, agreeing to seek a fiancée.

Old Mrs. Bo, delighted, chose Gu Ruoshan, the Gu family's second daughter, known for her gentle nature.

Bo Yandong was certainly aware of this arrangement.

He probably guessed her intentions the moment he heard her name.

With this in mind, a chill flickered in Gu Zhiwei's gaze.

"Mr. Bo, marrying me would be mutually beneficial. The Bo family is fraught with danger, a single misstep can lead to bloodshed. You need a wife who won't hold you back, and I need the protection of the Bo family to sidestep certain complications."

Bo Yandong watched her, her beauty cold and serene, as he idly tapped his index finger on the desk.