Gu Jiayin’s face gradually darkened as well, her indifference matched his without losing a bit. After a few seconds of eye contact, she threw her chopsticks down with a "snap," stood up, and walked away. She had doubts in her heart, and she needed to see Lan Yue to ask him directly if he was her brother, Gu Yachen. But he was in Sheng Family’s private hospital; if Sheng Qianchi wouldn’t let her see him, she definitely couldn’t. So, she was angry, angry at Sheng Qianchi. As she brushed past, her wrist was seized, and she was forcefully pulled back. The tall man stood in front of her, looking down at her, his displeasure obvious in his eyes, "Gu Jiayin, are you getting more defiant?" Gu Jiayin, however, smiled, tilting her head up, her lips curving into a flirtatious smile, though her eyes were filled with harsh sarcasm, "Sheng Qianchi, you say you pamper me, but it’s only within your domineering range. You don’t respect my wishes and decisions at all, you’re too controlling, and I don’t like it." She coldly wrenched his hand away, "I don’t need your pampering, and I take back what I said yesterday." Yesterday, she had said she would seriously consider his pursuit. She pushed him away and turned to leave. Her wrist was grabbed again, crashing once more into his chest, his voice oppressed with a chilling degree, "Jiayin, are you throwing a tantrum because of him, hmm?" Gu Jiayin said nothing, forcing his fingers apart, one by one. She couldn’t control his domineering nature, but she could express her dissatisfaction and dislike. And her resolve to stay away. His grip was like steel, making it strenuous for her to pry his fingers open, but determination would eventually pry them apart, even at the cost of scratching her own arm. Ultimately, he yielded. She turned to leave, and he grabbed her sleeve, softening his tone, "Jiayin, don’t make a fuss." However, she didn’t look at him, forcefully shook off his hand, and walked out of the dining room without turning back. Sheng Qianchi paused for a second, then stepped after her. She went straight into the bedroom, slammed the door, leaving him outside. The door closed right before his nose, Sheng Qianchi suddenly halted, facing the closed door, he was silent for several seconds, raised his hand to knock but hesitated, stopping midway before pulling it back. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI-Fire.ɴet He turned and went to the study. He didn’t want to compromise either. So, they began the cold war. Gu Jiayin rested in the bedroom for a while, packed her things, and left Boya City. Her purpose in working at Twilight was to steal the real account books of Twilight, so nothing could stop her from working. Sheng Qianchi didn’t stop her, she left as she wished; it was a battle of willpower, and he didn’t want to admit defeat too early. Regardless of whether Lan Yue was there to compete with him for her or for other reasons, he didn’t want her to see him again. Sheng Qianchi thought, no matter how much Gu Jiayin threw a tantrum at him, given his current weak state, she would definitely come back to make him dinner at night. However, she did not. As the sky darkened, there was no sign of her coming back, and when he called her phone, it was actually turned off. His already unpleasant mood was gradually edging toward fury with the passing time. Mo Jun had been standing by, tentatively asking, "Young Master Chi, do you want me to order takeout for you?" Sheng Qianchi got up and kicked the chair beside him over, his voice stern, "Do I look like I’m in the mood to eat?" Mo Jun respectfully lowered his head, not daring to speak further. After two seconds of silence, Sheng Qianchi took a deep breath, "Find out where she is right now." Mo Jun swiftly made a call to find her whereabouts; Sheng Qianchi’s people were highly efficient and quickly found out where Gu Jiayin was. She was at Peninsula Bar with Lu Xiya. Hearing she was with Lu Xiya, Sheng Qianchi felt slightly relieved, turned off his computer, and headed out, "To Peninsula Bar." Mo Jun hurried to follow, unable to help but suggest, "Young Master Chi, Miss Gu is just out with Miss Lu, she’ll be back later. Why not have some food and rest well?" "Spare me the lecture." Sheng Qianchi coldly tossed these words aside, opened the door, and walked out. Mo Jun dared not persuade further, following downstairs to act as both driver and bodyguard. Dazzling and bustling, the music was deafening. Two girls sat shoulder to shoulder by the semi-circular bar, holding drinks, savoring and chatting softly. Different beauties, yet equally striking, they were a dazzling sight in the dimly lit bar. Gu Jiayin was still wearing her black and white professional suit from work, a white shirt, black fitted flowing pants, with her long hair tied into a neat bun. Lu Xiya was wearing a casual long floral dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, exuding an artistic vibe matching her current job as a comic artist. Gu Jiayin was clearly not in a good mood. Lu Xiya glanced at her, "What’s wrong with you? You were staying well at my place, why suddenly stop coming back and call me out, yet still look unhappy?" Gu Jiayin took a light sip of red wine, sighed, "A bit troubled." Lu Xiya laughed with pursed lips, "Seeing you , Sheng Qianchi must be pestering you again." No secrets were hidden between them; they’ve shared everything except men since childhood, so with just a look at the expressions and eyes, one could guess seven or eight out of ten. Gu Jiayin didn’t intend to hide, "Yeah, like a sticky plaster." The biggest problem was, this sticky plaster made her very conflicted. Lu Xiya played with her wine glass, the red liquid reflecting her delicate face, "Did he really propose to you?" "Yes." Gu Jiayin nodded. Lu Xiya clicked her tongue, "Seems serious then. For a man like him to promise marriage, that’s not an easy thing. Jiayin, it seems you’re not as opposed to him as you were initially, maybe consider it, settling it would bring stability." Gu Jiayin said nothing; her life couldn’t settle down. She no longer dared to make long-term plans for the future, only wanting to handle the present well. The thing she wanted most to do right now was to meet Lan Yue. But Sheng Qianchi wouldn’t allow it. There were many things she couldn’t talk about with Lu Xiya, so she had to bear it alone. She suddenly raised her glass and downed it in one go. At this moment, explosive music erupted, the dance floor turned wild, and she suddenly felt a desire to let loose, pulling Lu Xiya’s hand, "Let’s go dance, get on the stage." Lu Xiya glanced at the stage, smiled radiantly, and downed her wine as well, getting on the stage with Gu Jiayin. Dancing was her and Gu Jiayin’s forte; although they couldn’t claim to be professional, their every move was alive, dancing with a unique charm. The highlight was, they were stunning beauties. Once on stage, they drew continuous cheers from below, whistles resounding. Letting go, their dance was bold and passionate, the dance floor became a frenzy. As Sheng Qianchi walked in, his eyes instantly clouded with a shadow.