The woman on stage had been on his mind all afternoon, and he had been searching for her all evening. Yet here she was, dancing passionately and flaunting her charms for a multitude of men.
Seeing the various men in the audience drooling over her, some even shouting provocative slogans, the suppressed rage in him flared up like a wildfire, burning fiercely within him.
This woman did nothing, yet he constantly wanted to pack her away, hiding her from any man other than himself. Yet here she was, willingly stepping onto this filthy stage, prancing around and showing herself to so many men.
Sheng Qianchi’s expression was as dark as ink, and under his gaze, there was a turbulent undercurrent like inky darkness.
He stepped into the dance floor, rudely tearing apart the frenzied dancers, startling them. But the moment they saw it was him, their anger subsided, and they silently lowered their heads.
Mo Jun was shocked and hurriedly went forward to clear a path for him.
If Young Master Chi, already weakened, suffered any harm due to his anger, it would be beyond disastrous for Mo Jun.
Having worked for Sheng Qianchi for many years, Mo Jun acted swiftly and decisively, quickly opening a path through the crowd.
Initially, some people protested, but when they saw it was Sheng Qianchi, they all dared not utter a word, automatically retreating to make way.
At this point, the DJ sensibly stopped the loud music.
Gu Jiayin and Lu Xiya were dancing enthusiastically, not realizing the music had stopped abruptly, leaving them unsatisfied. By the time they understood the situation, Sheng Qianchi had already crossed through and walked to the stage.
Lu Xiya opened her mouth in surprise and then looked at Gu Jiayin with concern. However, Gu Jiayin simply wiped the sweat from her eye corner, tilted her head casually, and looked at the man below the stage with a seductive smile.
She just wanted to drive him crazy, to make him angry.
And he did not disappoint her; he was furious to the extreme.
With a sinister gaze, shrouded in darkness, his sharp stare seemed to bore two holes into her.
The expression of the woman on stage infuriated him even more. Sheng Qianchi gritted his teeth, issuing a clear and distinct order, "Come down here!"
Everyone watched silently, not daring to make even the slightest noise, aware of Sheng Qianchi’s cold and bloodthirsty reputation known throughout Licheng City.
But Gu Jiayin dismissed his menacing demeanor and even elegantly unbuttoned two buttons at her collar to relieve the heat from her passionate dance.
This action provoked Sheng Qianchi. He placed both hands on the edge of the stage and leaped up.
His weakened body wavered with the motion, and darkness clouded his vision; he almost fainted.
However, he gritted his teeth and steadied himself.
The people below did not notice any anomaly, but facing him, Gu Jiayin saw his struggle and the moment he closed his eyes, and her heart involuntarily sank a little.
In the instant he staggered, she almost rushed over to support him, but she held back.
He stood in front of her, his face exceedingly grim, with an icy aura sweeping the entire stage.
The people below were holding their breath, and looking at Gu Jiayin, they deemed her a little beast about to fall into the clutches of a predator.
Those who angered Sheng Qianchi did not end well, and death seemed like the best option.
The space solidified in the coldness.
Sheng Qianchi coldly stared at the woman ten paces away, and with a chilling voice ordered, "Come here."
Had he not been physically weak, he would have rushed over to grab her, but now he feared that taking even another step might cause him to faint inexplicably.
However, Gu Jiayin paid him no heed.
She elegantly tilted her head, her long, fair fingers brushing aside the stray hair at her ear, "Young Master Chi, dance on your own; I’m not joining. Goodbye."
With that, she pulled Lu Xiya’s hand, and under everyone’s stunned gaze, headed off the stage.
The rage within Sheng Qianchi was about to burst forth.
Mo Jun worriedly wanted to step forward to assist him, but before he could move, Sheng Qianchi had already strode toward Gu Jiayin.
Everyone thought the reckless woman couldn’t escape a good thrashing, but instead...
The tall man hurried to her side, pulled her over, and then bent down to pick her up.
Brimming with boyfriend aura and masculine presence.
A cold exterior, yet unable to hide a touch of indulgence.
That’s very unlike Sheng Qianchi.
Everyone’s jaw dropped to the floor.
Being suddenly lifted, Gu Jiayin instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. Once she realized it, her first instinct was to resist, but his words overpowered her, "Stop messing around, let’s go home, I haven’t eaten yet."
That voice sounded icy and sharp, yet it couldn’t mask that hint of grievance.
Like a neglected husband complaining that his wife didn’t make him dinner, leaving him hungry while she went out to have fun.
A flock of crows flew over everyone’s head.
Mo Jun helplessly raised an eyebrow.
Lu Xiya stood aside, dumbfounded.
Gu Jiayin suddenly didn’t know how to act proud of the favor, obediently allowing him to carry her off the stage, disappearing from everyone’s sight.
Until they got into Sheng Qianchi’s car.
He gently placed her in the back seat.
The man’s body seemed truly frail, having carried her all the way, a fine layer of sweat was visible on his forehead.
Gu Jiayin glanced at him, suddenly not knowing what to say, but she didn’t want to give in; she must meet Lan Yue.
Sheng Qianchi climbed into the car, sat beside her, raised his hand to pinch his brow, rested for a while, then ordered in a moderate voice, "You’re not allowed to dance like that anymore."
To be precise, she was not allowed to dance like that in such a setting. If she wanted to dance only for him to see, he would be very pleased.
But right now, he had no energy to say the latter part.
Gu Jiayin turned her face away coldly, "That’s my business, none of your concern. We’ve ended our relationship, you have no right to control me. Even if I go to bed with another man, it’s none of your business."
Go to bed with another man...
Sheng Qianchi really wanted to strangle this woman, "Gu Jiayin, is it that you won’t stop unless I fiercely deal with you?"
"Did I say anything wrong?" Gu Jiayin said lazily with an indifferent demeanor, "You, Young Master Chi, once said that you always carry out what you’ve said. You won’t slap your own face, nor let others slap yours."
She turned and sneered at him, "The two-month contract is over, from now on, we part ways. Yet you’re still clinging like a piece of sticky tape, truly nauseating. Young Master Chi, your own face, truly beats itself with a loud smack."
This woman truly intended to infuriate him to death. Could her words be any more venomous?
However, he didn’t erupt, instead restraining himself, suppressing the anger that was on the verge of exploding, closing his eyes, furrowing his brow in silence. Latest content published on novel[f]ire.net
He no longer wished to push her further away.
Five minutes later, his mood calmed down, and he asked faintly, "Do you really want to see Lan Yue that much?"