Sheng Qianchi was eager to see Gu Yachen to figure out who he really was, so he had to end his idle chat with Sheng Lanzhang. He still didn’t believe Gu Jiayin’s words. Lan Yue’s feelings were definitely not as simple as a small beggar who had once been given a candy. Therefore, he went straight to Gu Yachen’s hospital room. The first thing Gu Yachen did upon waking was to search for Gu Jiayin’s figure, but there was nothing, except medical staff, no one he recognized. After a brief inquiry, he learned that this was the Sheng Family’s private hospital. Being as astute as he was, he immediately thought that it was Sheng Qianchi who saved him. Otherwise, in such circumstances, amidst Wei Yang’s personally commanded siege, who else but Sheng Qianchi could have saved him? Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin still had a relationship, otherwise there would be no reason for him to rescue him. He frowned deeply; Gu Jiayin had told him that she had severed ties with Sheng Qianchi, why then... As he frowned in bewilderment, the door opened, and Sheng Qianchi’s tall and handsome figure stepped in gradually. His gaze was intense, and from the moment he entered the room, he fixated directly on Gu Yachen’s face, probing inch by inch, as if he wished to see through to the bone. Mo Jun brought a chair, placing it two meters away from Gu Yachen’s bed, and Sheng Qianchi sat down gracefully while everyone else retreated out. Only two men were left in the hospital room. One, although just after a major surgery, lay in bed, yet emitted an aura of handsome ruggedness from every bone. The other, inherently noble, graceful, and elegant. They silently gazed at each other for a full ten seconds. He scrutinized him, and he assessed him. Eventually, it was Sheng Qianchi who spoke first, "Mr. Lan." This term of address allowed Gu Yachen to ascertain directly that Sheng Qianchi had seen Gu Jiayin after his injury, because only Gu Family members knew he was called Lan Yue, besides Gu Jiayin. He showed little emotional fluctuation; the anesthesia had worn off, and his wound throbbed with a piercing pain, yet he remained steadfast, not even wrinkling his brow once, "Was it Jiayin who asked you to rescue me?" Sheng Qianchi smiled faintly, "Yes, and no." Indeed, it was Gu Jiayin who requested him to save him, but even if she hadn’t requested it, he would have saved him. Gu Yachen gazed at the elegant, noble man sitting opposite him, "Young Master Chi saved my life, how do you plan for me to repay it?" Sheng Qianchi chuckled softly; there was a kind of contempt that was wordless, "In your current near-death condition, what can you possibly repay me with?" Gu Yachen sneered, "If Young Master Chi thinks that I’m unable to repay, feel free to take my life back at any time." Sometimes, the aversion and conflict between men can manifest in various ways, from gaze to tone, from expression to actions. For instance, the current exchange between Sheng Qianchi and Gu Yachen. This was nothing like the interaction that should occur between a life-saver and the rescued. Sheng Qianchi lifted the tea cup beside him, took a sip, the superior Longjing tea entered, with a crisp taste, "If it weren’t for my woman being involved, whether you lived or died would be no different to me than a stray cat or dog." "Your woman?" Gu Yachen sneered, his disdainful gaze casually placed at a forty-five-degree angle on Sheng Qianchi’s face, "From what I know, you two have broken up." His gaze trembled for a moment, "Could it be, Young Master Chi, you plan to use me to force her back to your side?" Gu Yachen sneered; Sheng Qianchi sneered even more disdainfully, he also let out a cold laugh, "I have threatened her like that, but she rejected." He looked up at the man, whose face was pale from blood loss, with a tilted smile, "She said she wouldn’t sacrifice anything for your life." He thought he could use these words to hurt Gu Yachen, but Gu Yachen laughed aloud, even pulling his wound, forcing him to stop, "So, this means she is willing to let her savior’s life go rather than return to Young Master Chi’s side." Sheng Qianchi’s expression dropped to freezing point visibly. Gu Yachen, however, closed his eyes comfortably knowing he feared causing Gu Jiayin unnecessary trouble; her choice finally assured him. The room was silent for a moment. Just as Gu Yachen seemed relaxed and was about to fall asleep, Sheng Qianchi’s voice rang out again, this time with less sarcasm and more coldness, "Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose for approaching Jiayin?" Gu Yachen opened his eyes again, this time with a playful tone, "Haven’t you already decided that I’m the man here to compete with you for a woman, why bother asking?" As a fellow man, he decoded jealousy from Sheng Qianchi’s eyes, so he roughly understood the context. Sheng Qianchi was smitten with Gu Jiayin. However, consistent with his usual view, he still didn’t believe Sheng Qianchi was right for Gu Jiayin, so he didn’t support it. Sheng Qianchi originally had his legs crossed, suddenly uncrossed them and leaned forward, a sarcastic smile blooming, "Just you? The little beggar once accepted two candies from her?" Gu Yachen was indeed exhausted, but he forced himself to stay strong, "You look down on me so much, then why do you still get jealous, why still feel uneasy?" Sheng Qianchi pursed his lips, not speaking again. Gu Yachen had hit a nerve. He was inexplicably jealous, thinking about this man in front of him and Gu Jiayin on the Eagle Emperor Cruise and in the insurance building, going through life and death together twice, driving him mad with envy. A few more moments of silence passed. Sheng Qianchi’s cold voice rang out again, "Do you believe I’ll let you die here?" Gu Yachen, however, was unperturbed, merely closed his eyes lightly, his complexion as pale as paper, "You won’t, because you’re afraid she’ll always remember me." This time, Sheng Qianchi stormed up in anger; he couldn’t tolerate Gu Jiayin having such ties with any man. He strode over, grabbed Gu Yachen’s collar, and yanked him up, "You’re quite confident?" Gu Yachen’s already stitched wound reopened, blood instantly stained the front of his hospital gown, yet he gritted his teeth against the intense pain, "If you’re going to do it, do it, no need for words!" Sheng Qianchi coldly sneered, "I’ll oblige you." As he spoke, he threw Gu Yachen onto the bed, watching the blood on his chest gush continuously, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. [If he dies on the Eagle Emperor, I will remember him, always remember.] Gu Jiayin’s words suddenly echoed in his ears, Sheng Qianchi suddenly panicked, shouted loudly, "Doctor, doctor!" The doctor and nurses rushed into the hospital room, seeing the blood on Gu Yachen’s chest, their faces instantly turned pale, and they hurriedly lifted Gu Yachen and wheeled him into the operating room for emergency rescue. Sheng Qianchi stood outside the operating room, restless, pacing back and forth like a trapped beast. Suddenly he wanted to smoke to relieve his tense nerves, yet as soon as the cigarette was clamped between his lips, he realized suddenly that smoking was not allowed in hospitals, so he irritably threw it into a garbage can. Hands jammed into his trouser pockets, after turning several times, unable to control himself, he gritted his teeth and fiercely kicked the wall several times. On the white wall, a few extremely discordant black footprints were imprinted. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꞁire.net