There was a period when we hadn’t seen each other, and the longing was fierce. This kiss was passionate and intense, dominating and fiery. When he let go of her, her whole face was flushed from the kiss. She was panting in his arms, her chest heaving. Sheng Qianchi’s satisfied lips curled up, and his fingertips gently rubbed her small face. Gu Jiayin was both angry and a bit ashamed. When she initially suggested a complete break, she truly intended to end things and never planned to turn back. Yet today, he used Twilight Manor to force her to see him again, giving her a sudden feeling that she would eventually die in his gentleness. He hadn’t contacted her all these days. She thought he had given up on her, but it turned out he was slowly reeling her in, step by step. "Not seeing each other for so many days, have you missed me?" The man’s voice, low and hoarse, lingered by her ear, accompanied by warm breaths, a deadly temptation. Gu Jiayin felt like she was about to combust, instinctively trying to move back, but his large hand was encircling her waist, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. In her anger and embarrassment, she lifted her foot and stepped on his instep with her thin heel, "Like hell I miss you!" She was certain she had hurt him, yet he didn’t even flinch and continued to smile like a breeze in spring. He said, "You’re being insincere." As he spoke, he freed a hand to gently hold her nape, kissing her cheek meticulously, "It’s obvious you really like me but stubbornly refuse to admit it." He laughed lowly, charmingly enticing, "Naughty woman." Gu Jiayin felt like she was an onion being peeled layer by layer by him, revealing her deepest emotions, making her even more ashamed and angry. She continued to step hard on his foot, "Like hell I like you, wishful thinking." Sheng Qianchi softly chuckled at her corner of the lips, his magnetic voice wrapping around all her sensory nerves like silk. Gu Jiayin’s cheeks had turned as red as fire; his laughter was so certain that it confirmed she indeed liked him, yet she was stubbornly denying it. He looked at her like he was watching a spoiled little girl. She was extremely annoyed, flailing her hands to hit his shoulders, "Sheng Qianchi, you bastard, let me go!" Instead of letting her go, he bent down and lifted her up horizontally. The sudden elevation made Gu Jiayin instinctively cling to the man’s neck. Before she could react further, he was already striding out, "Let’s go eat." He was evidently in an exceedingly good mood. But she was in a wretched state. She hadn’t said anything, yet he was already convinced she was his property. The more she looked, the angrier she got. As he carried her to the exclusive CEO elevator, she impulsively tilted her head and bit his neck. Once again, she tasted blood. They’d barely been together for ten minutes, and she had wounded him twice. Coincidentally, a female secretary passed by, witnessing a shocking scene. Her cold, arrogant, and bloodthirsty boss was actually holding a woman, and this woman brazenly dared to bite his neck. Even more surprisingly, the CEO was not angry at all and seemed to be enjoying himself. He looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes filled with a thick, unbreakable tenderness and doting. They entered the elevator directly, and as the elevator doors closed, the secretary was left frozen in place, unable to snap back to reality. It was too surreal, no, it was exceedingly surreal. The elevator reached the underground parking lot. Sheng Qianchi’s strong arms held the slender, graceful woman, carrying her to the car and placing her directly in the passenger seat. He walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. He was attentive, gentlemanly, and gentle, while she kept her adorable face angrily taut, hitting him again as he helped her with the seatbelt. This time, like all the ordinary spoiled women in the world, she swung her fists at his shoulders. Sheng Qianchi laughed softly again, unperturbed despite being beaten and bitten by a woman, jubilant like he had swallowed a jar of honey. Because her little tantrum was evident in her gestures. The fierce woman who used to threaten him with nano-tube silk, shouting to cut his throat, had completely transformed into an ordinary, willful little woman in front of him. He suddenly recalled a saying: Love a girl sincerely, and watch her throw tantrums and act spoiled every day. She hit him while he quietly gazed down at her with a gentle smile, until she grudgingly stopped, and he leaned down to kiss her lips again. She continued her reckless antics, chasing after his lips to bite. This time, he swiftly dodged, having already been injured twice and unwilling to garner a third. He promptly pulled back from her lips, maintaining a safe distance as he looked at her, smiling indulgently, "Not seeing each other for a while, and you’re becoming more like a little puppy." As he spoke, he reached out a finger to tease her delicate nose, his loving gaze so warm it penetrated to the core. Gu Jiayin was utterly at a loss with this man, glaring fiercely at him before turning her head to look out the window, refusing to see him. Sheng Qianchi smiled as he started the car, driving out of the underground parking lot, his voice gentle and warm, "Where do you want to eat?" "I’m not hungry." Gu Jiayin lowered her eyes coldly, appearing indifferent. Sheng Qianchi glanced at her, his smile deepening, and without seeking further opinions, he directly drove to Yuxiang Garden. After parking the car, he patiently walked around to open her door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and pulled out the reluctant, unwilling woman, holding her hand all the way into the restaurant, where he booked the most luxurious private room. All the way until they entered the private room, she continued to sulk, refusing to sit or move. He still smiled indulgently as he grasped her, pressing her into the chair, and then sat beside her, holding the menu in one hand and lazily draping the other on the back of her chair, embracing her half of her body. Although he knew she wouldn’t respond, he still asked softly, "What do you want to eat?" She said nothing, turning her face away to avoid looking at him. He kept smiling, "Well, I’ll order then?" Without response, he quickly ordered a few dishes she previously liked and handed the menu to the waiter. After the waiter exited, only the two of them remained in the quiet private room. Sheng Qianchi lowered his head to look at the woman he embraced, "Why are you pouting and saying nothing? Others might think I’m with a little resentful wife." Gu Jiayin abruptly turned her head and blurted out, "You’re the resentful wife. Your whole family are resentful wives." He was genuinely surprised; such words should never have come from Gu Jiayin, not seven years ago, not now. He stared at her for five seconds before composing himself, unable to suppress an open laugh. His laughter was stuck in his chest, vibrating his body with each heave. "What’s so funny?" Gu Jiayin was nearly red-faced with anger, grabbing the chopsticks to jab at the man’s face, "How on earth will you agree to give me Twilight Manor?" Before he could respond, she immediately emphasized, "Aside from being your woman."