Pei Nianchen’s body was straight as a string pulled to its limit, his fists clenched tighter, and he could even hear the cracking of his knuckles.
The hatred in his eyes surged like tumultuous waves, as if he was already on the most brutal battlefield.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is what he said... all true?"
Gu Jiayin slowly turned her head to look at Pei Nianchen. His state of extreme endurance suddenly pricked her nerves, and so she scoffed, picked up the trench coat on the backrest, and turned to leave.
There’s a kind of embarrassment called fleeing in defeat.
Did he look like he was disgusted with her?
Ha! In fact, they should despise each other, and be despised by each other.
He had touched her enemy, making her feel like a thorn was lodged in her heart, and she had been touched by the person he cared about the most, so he must have a knot in his heart as well.
They could never return to the past.
Gu Jiayin didn’t wait for the elevator but walked straight down the stairs, the trench coat draped over her arm, moving forward step by step, her back straight, her long hair dancing like waves with each step.
Like walking in harsh wind and rain, stubbornly refusing to slow down.
Reaching the first-floor lobby, she walked out through the revolving door.
A breeze blew, lifting her long hair, and the rich fragrance of pear blossoms filled the air.
This city, year after year, remains fragrant and beautiful, the only thing that changes is the state of people’s hearts.
She was no longer the Gu Jiayin of the past, nor was he the Pei Nianchen of the past.
The night had quietly descended.
There were no stars, as it was cloudy again. Spring skies are like a child’s face, saying change and it changes.
Gu Jiayin walked forward along the pedestrian road.
Her heart felt frozen, numb to pain, and devoid of sorrow.
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Was it sad to be despised by someone she once cherished? Yes, it was sad.
But losing him wouldn’t be much pain because he was no longer the most important part of her life.
If he went back to find Qin Xueyao, she wouldn’t mind having one more person in the enemy’s camp.
As if heaven knew her sadness, the sky cried for her, tiny raindrops falling, wetting the ground, blurring into speckles of moisture.
Gu Jiayin quickened her pace; she didn’t want to be caught in the rain, adding to her embarrassment.
Just as she was striding toward a taxi parked by the roadside, her wrist was suddenly grasped from behind, and an umbrella appeared over her head, followed by a familiar voice, "Jiayin."
His voice was obviously hoarse and trembling.
Gu Jiayin did not turn back, standing straight, her eyes looking at the rain that was gradually getting denser, feeling finally a trace of warmth in her cold heart.
Pei Nianchen embraced the slender woman from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, a black umbrella temporarily shielding them from the rain.
The gentle rain covered every corner of the world, making it unusually quiet.
In this quietness, his voice arose, laden with some deeply suppressed emotion, creating an effect as if piercing through time, "Jiayin, I’m sorry."
This apology was too vague, suggesting a suspicion of wanting to break up.
Gu Jiayin slowly lifted the corners of her lips, seeming to have a bright illusion in her eyes, her tone controlled just right,
"It doesn’t matter, everyone has the right to choose perfect things. Since I’m no longer perfect in your eyes, breaking up is also justified. If we’re not enemies in the future, then let’s just forget each other."
If he didn’t go back to find Qin Xueyao, then never meeting again would also be a good result, at least they wouldn’t be enemies.
Her body was suddenly turned around, and she looked up into Pei Nianchen’s blood-red eyes, his jaw clenched tight, clearly angry. He even gritted his teeth to ask, "Who told you I wanted to break up?"
If he didn’t want to break up, why say sorry?
He pulled her back into his embrace, stroking her long hair that was as smooth as aquatic plants, taking a deep breath, unable to vent the vicissitudes and helplessness.
"I’m sorry I didn’t protect my woman well, letting you be bullied by Sheng Qianchi, and now I can’t completely stop him from entangling with you."
So, it’s because of these things that he said sorry.
He only felt heartache for her, not disgust.
Holding Gu Jiayin tighter, Pei Nianchen’s eyes filled with coldness, "I will strive, one day I will trample Sheng Qianchi underfoot, so that he can’t entangle with you again."
The drizzle was silent, the wind even lighter.
A black luxury car quietly parked in the misty rain, even more silently.
A pair of cold eyes, like the deep winter snow, glared through the car window, watching the two people embracing in the rain, emitting a fierce light, like the angriest of leopards awakened.
Sheng Qianchi sat with legs crossed in the spacious back seat, coldly withdrawing his gaze, with lips pressed into a cold arc, after a long time, he uttered two icy words, "Let’s go."
Each word, like a block of ice, smashed into the void.
Mo Jun in the driver’s seat knew that Young Master Chi was really angry.
As if they had a telepathic connection, when the luxury car slowly left, Gu Jiayin turned her head to look toward the misty rain, only seeing a trace of black shadow.
Even so, she instinctively knew that the person in the car was Sheng Qianchi.
She was finally a bit scared.
Not for herself, but for Pei Nianchen.
Women are such contradictory creatures.
She forcefully buried the thorn of Qin Xueyao, agreeing to rekindle the relationship with Pei Nianchen, not only because of remaining feelings but also because she thought she could leverage the Pei Family’s strength to counter Sheng Qianchi and avoid his harassment.
But now, Pei Nianchen being as unwavering and loving her as he was, she suddenly didn’t want to rely on him anymore.
Because Sheng Qianchi’s obsession was beyond her expectation. Pei Nianchen confronting Sheng Qianchi might ultimately lead to a disastrous defeat.
He loved her deeply, and she couldn’t bear to use him.
The woman in his arms was silent for a long time, seemingly wandering in her thoughts, which made Pei Nianchen uneasy, he looked down deeply into her eyes, wishing he could see through her soul, "What’s wrong?"
Gu Jiayin softly sighed, slowly withdrawing her gaze, finally focusing on his face, "Brother Nianchen, actually, we don’t need to force ourselves too much."
Her eyes were full of contradictions, yet her voice was extraordinarily clear,
"You and I both know, I can’t possibly not mind that Qin Xueyao is pregnant with your child, and you probably can’t get over the incident between me and Sheng Qianchi. We’re just naively trying to reclaim that past goodness, but we should both understand, we can’t go back."