Sheng Qianchi raised his eyes to glance at the clock on the wall, which was pointing to ten in the evening. Suppressing his emotions, he no longer wanted to argue, "It’s too late today, I want to rest." Gu Jiayin insisted, "You rest at home, I will go alone." She was desperate to see Lan Yue, to know if he was really her brother, Gu Yachen. No one would understand the urgency of her feelings. The tranquility deliberately maintained in Sheng Qianchi’s eyes was gradually shattered by burning anger, "Gu Jiayin, do you really have to go against me, hmm?" There was no way he would allow her to meet Lan Yue alone, especially since that person had clearly indicated his intention to compete with him for her. That aside, he couldn’t tolerate her caring for any other man. The initially pleasant atmosphere in the restaurant turned tense. Silence, an all-encompassing silence. They locked eyes, an unspoken confrontation boiled within them. Gu Jiayin tightened her lips, her jet-black eyes reflecting the handsome man’s visage, knowing his emotions were on the verge of eruption. But, she didn’t want to concede. Sheng Qianchi held his gaze on the stubborn woman in front of him, his lips also pressed into a line. The fact that her heart bore Pei Nianchen and Gu Yachen already drove him mad with jealousy, and now there was Lan Yue. Everything was damnable. Ultimately, Gu Jiayin broke the silence, "Sheng Qianchi, don’t you realize that the tighter you grasp, the faster the sand slips through your fingers? I hate your domineering restraints and control." Sheng Qianchi said nothing. He just watched her, listening to the words she spoke from her crimson lips—none of which he wanted to hear—but he couldn’t stop her from continuing. She looked at him and said, "If you want to keep me in the palm of your hand, don’t bother. I will not surrender." The room fell silent once more. Finally, Sheng Qianchi relented again, "Go pack your things, I’ll go with you." Sheng Family Private Hospital. Sheng Qianchi brought Gu Jiayin, taking the elevator directly to the floor where Gu Yachen was located. The hospital director personally came out to greet them. By this time, it was close to midnight. At the door of Gu Yachen’s hospital room, Gu Jiayin stopped, "I want to see him alone." If Lan Yue was indeed Gu Yachen, and he had changed his appearance and met her several times without acknowledging their relationship, then he must be hiding a secret he didn’t want others to know. She couldn’t rashly expose it. Sheng Qianchi was clearly unwilling. His already unhappy expression turned even colder, as if it could freeze over, and he spoke with irony and mockery, "What exactly do you have to say to him that I can’t hear, hmm? Gu Jiayin, on one hand, you promise to consider my pursuit, yet in front of me, you show unwavering concern for another man. Is sailing on two boats so entertaining?" Gu Jiayin’s first reaction was anger. But after two seconds of silence, she laughed, a stunning and radiant laugh, as she turned her eyes to him and spoke with a lilting tone, "Although I said I would consider it, I ultimately made no promises to you. Hence, I have the right to choose someone more suited to me, don’t I?" Sheng Qianchi felt a wave of frustration roiling in his chest, unable to fathom the day he would stand alongside other men, to be chosen by a woman. Gu Jiayin, could she humiliate him any more? He suddenly laughed too, even more brilliantly than her, but deep within his brilliance lay an intense bloodlust and danger. The devil’s smile was never truly beautiful. He suddenly pinned her against the wall, trapping her between his arms, staring unblinkingly into her eyes, "I’ve given you the chance to see him, but don’t make me angry, or I’ll make sure he dies here." After speaking, he stepped back. Gu Jiayin felt the cold oppressive air above her suddenly disperse, and finally relaxed. His profile was chiseled, cold and resolute. She cast a quick glance and then pushed open the door, walking in. The bed was empty, only a bloodstain remained on the white sheets. Gu Jiayin’s eyes widened abruptly, quickly turning to look at Sheng Qianchi, who had also suddenly narrowed his pupils. The doctors and nurses all gaped in shock, because Sheng Qianchi had instructed that someone be watching over the room constantly, but the patient, who had been resting quietly after major surgery, had vanished into thin air. This responsibility was overwhelming. Sheng Qianchi turned around, frowning, and questioned the director beside him, "Where is he?" The director’s legs trembled in fear, his speech stammering, "Young Master Chi... we don’t know either." "Don’t know?" Sheng Qianchi’s face, already unfriendly, darkened even further, "Wasn’t anyone watching over him?" "No, no," the director quickly shook his head, "There was always someone watching over, we dared not neglect." Sheng Qianchi suddenly laughed, his suppressed emotions ready to surge into a storm, "There was always someone watching over, and now he’s missing, and you tell me you don’t know?" "This..." The director was sweating bullets, beads of sweat rolling down. Sheng Qianchi’s aura felt like a dark undercurrent, surging. He turned to look at Gu Jiayin, directly meeting her deep, dark eyes. She hadn’t said a word, just watched him intently, her lips lined with anger and mockery, like a mist filling the space between them. Her gaze was sharp and piercing. He knew she misunderstood, but he had no explanation— the person went missing on his watch, and he couldn’t justify himself. He looked back at her and watched her lips move as she uttered the most biting words, "Sheng Qianchi, if you didn’t want me to see him, you could have just refused, why stage such an act?" Indeed, it seemed too much like an act. In Sheng Qianchi’s world, how could someone like Lan Yue, who suffered severe gunshot wounds and had just underwent major surgery, leave on his own for any reason? Sheng Qianchi was frozen in place, unable to explain a single word, even he found it unbelievable. But her gaze was too mocking, making him incredibly uncomfortable, so he laughed, a cold laugh, "I can’t stop whatever you’re thinking." Gu Jiayin laughed coldly as well, "Sheng Qianchi, do you know, you’re acting like a coward?" Sheng Qianchi pursed his lips and said nothing. Gu Jiayin brushed past him, stepping into the elevator alone, quickly pressing the close button. The doors slowly closed, cutting off the view of the doctors, nurses, and Sheng Qianchi from her sight. What she minded most wasn’t that Sheng Qianchi had cruelly driven Lan Yue away, but the blood on the bed—Lan Yue had just had major surgery two days ago, and Sheng Qianchi caused his wounds to open again. How cruel could he be? Even jealous as he was, could he not consider that Lin Yue was her savior? He claimed to love her, but how overbearing and selfish was this love? As the elevator reached the first floor, she walked out directly. Under the midnight sky, there was not a glimmer of light, shrouded by thick dark clouds. The rain brewed in silence. Everything was dim, with only the streetlights faintly glowing. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel·fire.net She stood alone at the street corner, her heart feeling empty as if the last ounce of strength had been drained from her.