Mo Jun, standing to the side, nearly burst out laughing. It was the first time he’d seen Young Master Chi act coy with a woman. Gu Jiayin didn’t think too much of it. It’s possible for a person to suffer from organ issues due to excessive blood loss, so she seriously observed the man’s complexion for a while before tentatively asking, "Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sheng Qianchi looked at the woman who was intently watching him, a smile so rich it couldn’t be melted gracing his lips, and his voice followed suit with a hint of spring warmth, "No need, just let me kiss you and I’ll be fine." He absentmindedly rubbed her hand, "It only hurts here because I miss you." Mo Jun was already at his limit trying to hold in his laughter, yet Sheng Qianchi maintained an air of earnest deceitfulness. Gu Jiayin was at a loss for words. She forcefully pulled back her hand, shot Mo Jun an embarrassed glare, tossed a cold look at Sheng Qianchi, and turned to walk into the kitchen, slamming the door loudly behind her. Sheng Qianchi stood there for a few seconds, staring at the kitchen door, raising an eyebrow. Why doesn’t this woman understand romance? Turning his gaze, he saw Mo Jun barely holding back laughter and thus coldly said, "Why are you still standing here, waiting for my woman to cook for you?" Mo Jun immediately stifled his laughter, "No, I’ll leave now and come back to accompany Young Master Chi in the afternoon." With that, Mo Jun turned and fled out of Boya City. Eating the food his woman cooked? He didn’t even dare take another glance. Sheng Qianchi paused for two seconds and then walked into the kitchen. Gu Jiayin was sorting vegetables, and as he approached to help, she turned to the other side, clearly not wanting to deal with him. Watching the woman’s back, Sheng Qianchi’s smile never wavered. Holding a vegetable, he leaned in close, coaxing her softly, "I really do miss you." Yes, he wasn’t lying. Every cell in his body yearned for her. Gu Jiayin picked up a piece of pork liver and began slicing it finely. Her voice was calm, "Sheng Qianchi, instead of flirting with me, wouldn’t it be better to eat another piece of liver to replenish your blood?" Quickly replenish it, get it over with, and don’t bother her unnecessarily—she still needed to find the Blood Tears Jade. Sheng Qianchi was in a good mood, but seeing her slicing liver again, his expression soured. Afraid of upsetting her, he nudged her shoulder and carefully asked, "Are we having... liver for lunch again?" Without lifting her head, Gu Jiayin continued slicing as she naturally replied, "Yes, a little every meal helps with absorption." It wasn’t just a little; it was a lot every meal. Last night, it was a whole plate, and this morning, half a pot. Though it was delicious, he was getting sick of it. Rubbing his stomach, which still had a liver aftertaste, he looked at her ingratiatingly, "Could we... not have liver for lunch?" Gu Jiayin paused her work, looked up at his pleading face, and after a few seconds, suddenly smiled—a gentle, spring breeze-like smile, her voice much softer, "Alright, you head out and rest, I’ll call you when it’s ready." Sheng Qianchi was momentarily dazzled by her smile, his mind going blank, and he instinctively leaned in for a kiss. It was lingering and difficult to part from. Gu Jiayin didn’t want to be kissed repeatedly without end, so she pressed the knife she had been using to cut vegetables against his lips, "Hurry out." The knife still carried the taste of liver, so Sheng Qianchi quickly ended the kiss. He didn’t want to leave, though, "Let me help you." "No need," Gu Jiayin deliberately put on a cold face, "I don’t like having people around when I’m cooking." Sheng Qianchi, not wanting to upset her, nodded, "Okay, call me if you need help." So he returned to his study to continue working. An hour later, with lunch ready, Gu Jiayin came to the study to call him for the meal. He followed her into the dining room with the glee of a child rewarded by their parents, but his face turned liver-red upon seeing the dishes on the table. Stir-fried liver with celery, liver with green peppers, liver with onions, liver in soy sauce, and liver and seaweed soup. Even the rice had bits of liver sprinkled on it. This woman was clearly torturing him on purpose, no wonder she kicked him out of the kitchen, ha. Recalling her previous coquettish smile, he belatedly realized how much like a little fox spirit she seemed. Gu Jiayin didn’t care; all she felt was the satisfaction of revenge. Let’s see if he dares to flirt with her recklessly? She elegantly pulled out a chair, sat down, and elegantly began to eat, one small bite at a time, unabashedly displaying the style of the top socialite of Licheng City in her day. Slowly, Sheng Qianchi moved over, sat next to her, picked up his chopsticks, and poked at the liver bits in his bowl, "Gu Jiayin, can you fry an egg for me?" He was really fed up with liver—he hadn’t even digested what he ate in the morning yet. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net "Sure, but I only know how to make liver-fried eggs." Sheng Qianchi suddenly chuckled. What does she mean she only knows how to make liver-fried eggs? Can’t she fry an egg without liver in it? He stood up to fry it himself, but Gu Jiayin’s light-hearted words drifted over, "If you want to cook, go back to your Shuiyunjian. Don’t get tired here and leave me to deal with a lawsuit." This meant he had no choice but to eat liver. Resigned, Sheng Qianchi sat back down, grinning at Gu Jiayin, "Gu Jiayin, tell me, what will it take for you to stop making me eat liver, hmm?" Gu Jiayin lazily lifted her eyes, looking at the man who was staring expectantly at her waiting for a reply, "Are you saying you don’t like my cooking? Then go back to Shuiyunjian and have Sister Li cook for you. Now, immediately, get out." Sheng Qianchi coughed lightly twice, promptly sitting down, resignedly eating one plate of liver dish after another. Not afraid of heaven or earth, but most afraid of being kicked out by her. While eating liver, he also had to force a smile, "Hmm, not bad." Gu Jiayin occasionally glanced at the man forcing down each bite, and her satisfaction at getting revenge turned into an unbreakable smile that hung at the corners of her lips. When the man finally conquered a bowl of rice with liver bits and then painfully lowered his head to drink the liver seaweed soup, she said, "If you want not to have liver for the next meal, exchange it with a condition." The man immediately became all ears and looked up at her, "What condition? Just tell me." He would agree to any condition, as he planned to live with her for a long time. If she made him eat liver every meal, it would surely torture him. Gu Jiayin elegantly lifted a piece of green pepper, chewed it slowly, and when she raised her eyes again, a somber seriousness colored them, "I want to see Lan Yue." Sheng Qianchi’s eager gaze suddenly flickered, his body visibly tensing. With a sharp "clatter," he dropped his chopsticks. His expression turned sullen. And his eyes filled with a snow-capped chill of displeasure. His voice was icy, devoid of any warmth, starkly different from his previous gentle and roguish tone, "Jiayin, do you think because I indulge you, you can act recklessly with me, hmm?"