The man’s rational reins had reached their limit, and his heart was inexplicably cold to the core.
This kind of man, his name is Sheng Qianchi, never considered threats as anything significant. If someone threatened him, he would think it’s funnier than the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Because he would make those who threaten him wish they were dead.
Yet the woman beneath him, clearly at his mercy, uttered a simple threat that pierced him so sharply, leaving him shivering with fear.
No, he didn’t want that outcome.
But he truly needed her. If he let her go tonight, what would he do?
He refrained from taking further action, gritting his teeth to suppress the desire that surged from the depths of his body, threatening to destroy him. He didn’t leave her, instead whispered by her ear, "Jiayin, do you really not want to be my woman?"
Gu Jiayin pursed her lips without speaking; she had given the same answer countless times.
Sheng Qianchi took a deep breath to alleviate the desire that was about to drown out his reason, "I’ve had over a dozen drinks tonight, those drinks..."
The implication was clear, he needed her.
Gu Jiayin understood.
But she didn’t want to sacrifice her body due to the life and death of irrelevant people; she was long past the age of being overly compassionate.
Hardships had turned her heart colder and harder than iron.
"You can find another woman."
"Ha!" Sheng Qianchi sneered self-deprecatingly; she really had no feelings for him, so casually suggesting he find another woman.
Suddenly, he felt a strong hatred.
A man like him never hated anyone, except for an extreme dislike towards Pei Nianchen. For anyone else, he was too indifferent to hate, including the biological parents who abandoned him for so many years. He never hated them, just felt cold.
But now, he hated deeply, not Gu Jiayin, but himself.
He had once arrogantly believed that he would never compromise with any woman, yet with the woman beneath him, he couldn’t be ruthless, even when the fire was about to consume him.
Gu Jiayin, was she really his destined tribulation?
Suddenly, he bit her neck hard, the taste of blood beneath her pale skin made him want to destroy everything he could.
He knew he had to leave, otherwise, he would certainly destroy the woman beneath him.
Thus, gritting his teeth, he sat up abruptly, roughly tore off the cloth tied around her wrists, and, as if he hated her, threw her onto the floor.
Watching her head bang against the corner of the table, he forced out each word from the depths of his throat, "Gu Jiayin, you cold-blooded woman!"
After speaking, he got out of bed, staggered his steps, forcefully opened the door, and walked out.
The man who lost his mind didn’t control his strength; when Gu Jiayin was thrown off the bed, she was unprepared, her head slammed into the table corner, and her forehead was injured.
Yet her heart suddenly relaxed, had that man finally let her go?
Soon, Sister Li rushed into the room and helped Gu Jiayin up, "Jiayin, how are you? Are you okay?"
"I’m fine." As Gu Jiayin stood up, she heard the sound of a car engine starting downstairs.
Was Sheng Qianchi going out?
In his current state, driving alone on a mountain road?
Perhaps because he was extremely uncomfortable, yet finally let her go, she felt grateful. Gu Jiayin suddenly instructed Sister Li, "Sister Li, go and see how Sheng Qianchi is leaving?"
Sister Li hurried downstairs, asked the bodyguards, and then hurried back up, "Jiayin, Young Master Chi drove out by himself."
She thought Sheng Qianchi drank so much problematic alcohol and clearly felt his body had reached its limit, he would find an agreeable woman in Shuiyunjian to fulfill his needs. Even if he went outside, he would be escorted by bodyguards, but he actually drove out alone.
He didn’t care about his life on the dark mountain road?
Gu Jiayin suddenly felt inexplicably worried, worried for Sheng Qianchi.
A man like him who overlooks everything, changes fate with the turn of his hand, wouldn’t allow himself to suffer any grievances.
If being wronged by sleeping on the floor beside her bed for a month was merely a playful gesture towards a woman, then under the threat of being consumed by fire at any moment, he ultimately chose to respect her wishes. Can you still deny that he really cherished her?
Gu Jiayin suddenly felt as if the dust suspended in her heart for a thousand years had settled, grabbed the car keys on the table, and walked outside.
Sister Li anxiously grabbed her, "Jiayin, where are you going?"
"I’m going to find Sheng Qianchi."
"But you have an injury on your forehead."
Gu Jiayin walked, casually using a tissue to wipe off the blood running down her forehead. Soon, she set off in her car, leaving Shuiyunjian, following the mountain road in pursuit of Sheng Qianchi.
The night was indeed dark; her driving skills were excellent, she drove fast, but still couldn’t spot a trace of Sheng Qianchi.
Her heart tightened involuntarily.
When Sheng Qianchi left Shuiyunjian, his mind was already somewhat disoriented. Precisely because of the disorientation, he drove as if flying.
He knew well that driving under such circumstances was dangerous, but he had to leave Shuiyunjian, otherwise he wouldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t break into Gu Jiayin’s room again.
Perhaps because he had traveled this mountain road countless times, he relied on instinctual familiarity to drive all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and fortunately, nothing happened.
In his bones, he longed for a woman to relieve his suffering, but his heart constantly reminded him that he couldn’t, because Gu Jiayin was too stubborn. If he truly touched another woman, she would never want him in the future.
Yet he was Sheng Qianchi, he possessed supreme pride, unwilling to be seen in his current disheveled state, so he drove alone to the West Coast at the foot of the mountain.
He wanted to immerse himself in the cold seawater.
In a trance, he drove all the way to the coast, turned off the engine, tore at his clothes while opening the car door and got out.
A lovely female voice suddenly sounded from behind, so much like Gu Jiayin’s, drawing all his sensory nerves like an overpowered magnet.
Had she come to chase him? Ha, how impossible.
Suddenly turning around, he saw her.
Under the moonlight, dressed in white, with long black hair, a gentle smile, and an ethereal presence.
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She was so beautiful, in the night, it was as if she brought a halo, casting a moon-white crystalline luster.
"Qianchi," she approached him, her jade-like hand caressing his heated cheek, gently touching, her voice charming, to the core, enticing the fire burning to the extreme within him, scorching his reason, "You seem to be uncomfortable."
Her eyes sparkled brightly, reflecting his face, full of tender affection.
Finally, he watched her rosy lips part and close, issuing an invitation to him, "You seem to need me very much, I give myself to you."