Gu Jiayin was speechless.
She could only think, what a cold man, what a heartless man, what a... terrifying man.
Amid Gu Jiayin’s silent grievance, Sheng Qianchi’s voice rang out again, "Jiayin, if Qin Xueyao wasn’t pregnant, there might still be a chance for you and Pei Nianchen; but since she’s pregnant, if you insist on being together, you’ll be carrying infamy for a lifetime, like a rat crossing the street, flamed by everyone."
Gu Jiayin’s eye corners were still full of mockery, "Following you, would I not bear a bad name? Is there any moral difference between stealing a brother-in-law and stealing a sister-in-law?"
"Hehehe..." Sheng Qianchi laughed softly, "How could I let my woman suffer any grievances? I have the ability to set things right for you, but Pei Nianchen may not."
He leaned forward, looking deeply at her, "As long as you nod and become my woman now, I guarantee those online news will all disappear without a trace by tomorrow."
As Gu Jiayin raised her eyes, she caught sight of Pei Nianchen stepping out of the elevator and walking towards her, one step at a time.
His presence gave her courage and confidence, so she gave a faint smile, "I never care about others’ opinions, I only know what I want and what I don’t, so, I won’t agree with you."
Sheng Qianchi’s smile froze on his face, his gaze slowly turning icy. That woman, impervious to persuasion, was truly... ungrateful!
Pei Nianchen strode over to Gu Jiayin’s side and sat down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder in a declaration of sovereignty, then looked at Sheng Qianchi and spoke coldly, "Sheng Qianchi, doesn’t pestering someone else’s girlfriend make you feel cheap?"
Sheng Qianchi lazily lounged back in his chair, looking at the hand on Gu Jiayin’s shoulder, finding it particularly annoying, "That’s still better than forcing one’s woman to abort a child."
Pei Nianchen’s hand suddenly clenched, his jaw tightened, as today’s events planted a thorn in his heart. He intended to swiftly and neatly handle Qin Xueyao’s situation, not expecting it to bring more blame onto Gu Jiayin.
Seeing Pei Nianchen’s tense expression, Sheng Qianchi felt a bit of satisfaction, "Major General Pei, are you avoiding going home after bringing disgrace to the Pei Family, or have you been thrown out by your old man?"
"Sheng Qianchi!" Pei Nianchen, enraged and embarrassed, grit his teeth and placed his hand on the black pistol at his waist.
Gu Jiayin, fast-eyed and agile, quickly pressed down on Pei Nianchen’s hand, "Let’s go."
Pei Nianchen realized he was being impulsive too; Sheng Qianchi was right, he couldn’t bear the consequences of killing him, so he couldn’t draw the gun. Thus, he tightly pressed his lips together and forcibly swallowed his anger.
But he had no intention of leaving; instead, he took out a one-billion-dollar check from his pocket, looked at Gu Jiayin, and said, "Return it to him and end this once and for all."
Gu Jiayin thought about it and took the check Pei Nianchen gave her. Owing Pei Nianchen was better than owing Sheng Qianchi, so she pushed the check in front of Sheng Qianchi, "Young Master Chi, you said yesterday, if I return one billion to you, I can leave as I please."
Sheng Qianchi’s face instantly turned cold, his gaze fixed on Gu Jiayin’s face like two icy knives, with countless stars extinguishing in his eyes.
He had indeed said those words, but at the time, he bet she couldn’t come up with one billion, nor did he expect her to rekindle her relationship with Pei Nianchen. What he truly wanted, of course, wasn’t the billion, but her.
Fearing Sheng Qianchi’s domineering and unreasonable nature, Gu Jiayin added, "Just now, Young Master Chi also said that as a man, he would do as he said, not let others slap his face, nor slap his own face."
Sheng Qianchi’s lips were tightly pressed into a line; he stared at Gu Jiayin’s radiant face, feeling an impulse to stand up and crush her bones.
Yet, Gu Jiayin didn’t pay mind to his anger, turning to Pei Nianchen, "Let’s go." Content originally comes from novel fire.net
Pei Nianchen also had no intention of staying any longer, stood up, took Gu Jiayin’s hand, and turned to leave.
"Major General Pei," Sheng Qianchi’s light and lazy voice came from behind, like an ancient and lingering stream crossing through time, "do you know how the woman you’re holding onto delightedly indulged under me?"
Pei Nianchen and Gu Jiayin both shuddered, simultaneously turning around to look at Sheng Qianchi, their expressions were not identical.
Pei Nianchen was shocked, as if a huge boulder had hit his head, but he felt even more heartache; Gu Jiayin had told him about another man but didn’t expect it to be Sheng Qianchi. The big hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched, joints turning pale.
Gu Jiayin, on the other hand, was furious; she didn’t expect Sheng Qianchi to be so despicable as to say such words in front of Pei Nianchen.
Sheng Qianchi showed no concern for Pei Nianchen’s emotions but kept a tight gaze on Gu Jiayin’s face, his eyes clearly reflecting her angry face, sending a message that he would not let her and Pei Nianchen be together smoothly.
He slightly curled the corners of his lips, releasing a hint of an evil smile.
Looking at Gu Jiayin, but speaking to Pei Nianchen, "That night, she climbed into my bed voluntarily. We did it three times. Every beautiful part of her body, I’ve kissed, touched; she has been thoroughly mine inside and out."
"Sheng Qianchi!" Before Pei Nianchen could react, Gu Jiayin was already furious, grabbing a wine glass from the table, looking as if she was ready to throw it at him any second.
However, the amusement in Sheng Qianchi’s eyes grew brighter, and he continued leisurely and clearly articulating each word, "Pei Nianchen, are you sure you still want a woman that Sheng Qianchi has slept with?"
The wine glass was not thrown but directly smashed towards Sheng Qianchi, right at his face.
Sheng Qianchi, unhurriedly and elegantly, tilted his head, and the wine glass crashed into the sofa armrest, but the wine splashed all over him. Wearing a pristine white shirt, it was instantly stained a bright red.
Gu Jiayin was the first person bold enough to do this to him.
Although angry, he was willing to tolerate her at this moment.
He gracefully reached out, took a tissue, casually wiped the wine from his chest, and then calmly looked at the extremely furious woman, "Jiayin, I told you, if you behave, I will spoil you to the heavens, but if you don’t behave, I won’t have this good of an attitude."
With that, Sheng Qianchi lit a lighter with a "snap," set the billion-dollar check on fire, and tossed it into the ashtray, "Go back and think it over."
After doing all this, he picked up his overcoat, slung it over his arm, and left first.
His tall figure, against the light, seemed gilded with a golden edge, handsome like a deity retreating on clouds, yet chilling to the bone.
When only the two of them were left by the seat, the lights remained grandly charming, the saxophone music still soft and warm, but the atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
Like dark clouds pressing down.
Gu Jiayin stared intently at the spot where Sheng Qianchi finally disappeared, biting her lower lip tightly.
It seemed provoking him was her fate.