Sheng Qianchi was silent for a while. Actually, he could barely believe this reasoning. When a person experiences extreme emotions, they develop strong feelings for someone who holds back those emotions. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel★fire.net Just like seven years ago with Gu Jiayin, because of one sentence from her, he missed her for so many years. It’s possible that Lan Yue has remembered her kindness for giving him a candy for so many years. However, with a man’s natural sense of territory and his intense possessiveness towards Gu Jiayin, he couldn’t tolerate Lan Yue. He hated the existence of any man around Gu Jiayin; he was jealous of even Jiajia, let alone a living man. Therefore, he wouldn’t give Lan Yue another chance to appear by Gu Jiayin’s side. The room fell into ten minutes of silence. A woman’s calm voice broke the silence, "Sheng Qianchi, haven’t we already ended?" He kept her in his arms without changing position, his breath washing over her forehead and trailing down her neck, "Yes, the past relationship is indeed over, but isn’t a new one beginning?" He spoke so naturally, as if his entanglement with her was always justified by some reason. Gu Jiayin didn’t say anything but raised her eyes to give him a resentful look that directly expressed four characters— Unable to shake off, too exhausted to try, she responded with silence. Sheng Qianchi suddenly laughed, a sound coming from deep within his chest, reverberating below his throat, causing his chest and shoulders to tremble slightly. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, "Be good, it’s an honor to be so persistently pursued by the most handsome, wealthy, and charming bachelor in Licheng City." He kissed softly near her ear, "Lan Yue won’t die, but you cannot see him anymore." Gu Jiayin turned her eyes to look at him, her gaze clear with protest, on what grounds could he restrict her friendships? Sheng Qianchi remained indulgent, his large hand still caressing her long hair, his chin resting on her forehead, "Remember my words, you’re marked by Sheng Qianchi, no flirting with any man, no matter how innocent." Before she could resist, he had already planted another kiss by her lips, "Be good, you’re tired tonight, take a shower and rest, I have things to handle." Gu Jiayin also knew that getting his promise to rescue Gu Yachen was not easy, so she couldn’t reject him too much, lest she anger him and put Gu Yachen’s life at risk. So, she silently got up to leave, but was suddenly swept up by the man. "What are you doing?" She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "You’re not wearing shoes, I’ll carry you to the bedroom." Sheng Qianchi carried her directly into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, then fetched slippers for her feet. He seemed about to leave, but suddenly leaned down, holding her chin, kissing her deeply. Gu Jiayin, caught off guard, was pressed into the bedding. Muffled and unclear voices intermittently spilled from her flushed lips, "Sheng Qianchi... what are you... doing?" "Just a kiss and then I’ll go." Gu Jiayin wasn’t worried he would force anything on her; he could restrain himself from going against her will even after drinking so much Hehuan Wine when his body reached the limit, let alone when sober. So, a kiss was just a kiss, anyway, it wasn’t the first time. Yet, that kiss lasted over ten minutes before the man stopped, satisfied yet longing for more. Her neck and collarbone were covered with mottled kiss marks. He looked at his handiwork with satisfaction, a radiant smile on his face, and eventually kissed her heavily on the lips one last time, "I’m leaving, goodnight." Gu Jiayin didn’t speak. Although her eyes were resentful, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was somewhat dizzy from the kissing. Her cheeks were rosy, like they had been smeared with moist rouge, her lips full, like rain-washed spring peaches. However she looked, there was an air of a beautiful ruin after being cherished by a man. Feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, she pursed her lips and turned her face away, no longer looking at him. This seductive and alluring appearance tempted the man to lower his head and kiss for a while longer before finally sparing her. When the bedroom door closed and the man disappeared, she lay on the bed for a long time without moving. She reached out to touch her lips, still filled with his presence. Sheng Qianchi left Boya City and went directly to the Sheng Family Private Hospital. Sheng Lanzhang had been recuperating there for years. Just after parking the car, Mo Jun arrived in time, "Young Master Chi." "Hmm," Sheng Qianchi nodded indifferently, "How is that person?" That person, of course, referred to Gu Yachen. When Gu Jiayin jumped off the Yinghuang Building, he had already given the order to save Gu Yachen, so his people fought a bloody path to bring Gu Yachen out. But Gu Yachen was seriously injured and secretly sent to the Sheng Family Private Hospital. Mo Jun, "He was shot twice, one in the leg and one in the chest. The leg wound isn’t too bad, but the chest shot is too close to the heart. Surgery is currently being prepared, and the risk is high." Sheng Qianchi frowned deeply, his handsome brow furrowed, his hands stuffed into his trousers pockets, his tone commanding and irrefutable, "Convey my words, keep him alive at all costs. If he can’t be saved, all the doctors and nurses can get out." "Yes." Mo Jun hurriedly left. It was now three in the morning, the night was dark, but signs of dawn had begun to appear. Sheng Qianchi looked up at the sky, then stepped into another hospital passage, where Sheng Lanzhang’s private rest home, guarded by numerous bodyguards, was located. Seeing it was Sheng Qianchi, the bodyguards quickly pressed the switch and opened the electric door. On either side of the door was a different world. Inside, the space was spacious, with flower beds bursting with color, shady trees, small bridges and flowing water—a superb place for recuperation. As soon as he stepped inside, the butler, who had always served by Sheng Lanzhang’s side, greeted him with a bow and a smile, "Young Master Chi, you’re here?" "Hmm," Sheng Qianchi nodded, "Where’s my father?" "The master is still asleep; is there something urgent, or should I wake him up for you?" "No need, I’ll be staying here tonight." The butler was puzzled. The relationship between the Sheng family father and son was not so distant as to be like enemies due to sixteen years of separation, but it wasn’t very deep, either. Sheng Qianchi had indeed visited Sheng Lanzhang over the years, but it had only been to slightly fulfill familial duties. To come at dawn and want to stay overnight was truly shocking. However, as a servant, the butler didn’t dare to ask more and quickly ordered the room to be prepared. Sheng Qianchi entered the room, took a shower, still feeling restless, so he called Mo Jun, "You keep an eye on the progress of Lan Yue’s surgery, report any situation to me immediately." He was worried that if Gu Yachen’s surgery wasn’t successful and he died there, he wouldn’t be able to face Gu Jiayin. He had to fulfill his promise to her. Once everything was arranged, he finally closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.