Like a drop of water suddenly falling into a tranquil lake, stirring circles of ripples. Gu Jiayin was utterly frozen. Does she love Sheng Qianchi? She couldn’t provide an answer, but one thing was clear, she didn’t dislike him, and might even like him a bit. Despite him imprisoning her before, now forcing her with Twilight Manor, she didn’t harbor any hatred. Regarding returning to Shuiyunjian, she didn’t feel particularly opposed either. In the silent space, Lu Xiya’s faint voice resounded, "Jiayin, it’s not that you have an irreconcilable reason against accepting Brother Nianchen; it’s that your heart has accommodated another man." Having said that, Lu Xiya turned and left. Gu Jiayin stood by the bed, dazed for a long time. Has she accommodated Sheng Qianchi in her heart? No, no, right, no, definitely not. She was just... missing Sister Li and Jiajia. After leaving the breakfast shop, Pei Nianchen drove straight to Sheng Building. Gu Jiayin said he was too obsessed, and he admitted, even though she said that, he still didn’t want to give up. He expected Sheng Qianchi wouldn’t see him, but unexpectedly, when the receptionist called to the president’s office to ask for permission, Sheng Qianchi allowed it. Pei Nianchen, exuding a cold aura, took the elevator directly to the top floor, and under Mo Jun’s guidance, entered Sheng Qianchi’s office. Because it was overcast, there was not a hint of sunlight inside, the marble floor smooth and clean, reflecting the layers of clouds outside the window. Sheng Qianchi sat facing the window, his back to Pei Nianchen, showing no intention of turning when he entered, silently exuding an air of calm after the dust has settled. Yes, he felt that this battle between rivals had already concluded, Gu Jiayin was already in his grasp, Pei Nianchen was the defeated, not worthy of a glance back. Today, he wore a black shirt, black trousers, had jet-black short hair, a resolute profile, and an air of clarity and coldness. However, Pei Nianchen was permeated with restless killing intent, his eyes filled with anger and hatred; if he could, he’d prefer to solve this conflict with a gun. The office remained silent for a long time, a deathly quiet. Two tall men, one sitting as steady as a mountain, the other standing upright like a pine tree. One gazed out the window, while the other stared intently at him. Time passed like it was about five minutes long. Sheng Qianchi suddenly pressed his chair, turning around to face Pei Nianchen, his handsome face blooming with a smile as light as clear water, "So, Mr. Pei came to find me just to sit in silence with me?" In Sheng Qianchi’s eyes was a tranquility clear enough to reflect the shifting clouds, but in Pei Nianchen’s eyes, a flame ready to spread had ignited, "Sheng Qianchi, don’t you think it’s despicable to use a manor to bind a woman back?" For more chapters visit NoveI~Fire.net "Ha!" Sheng Qianchi laughed deeply and profoundly, his fingers playing with a steel pen, tapping lightly on the desk, appearing quite leisurely, "Mr. Pei, your words sound rather bitter." He leaned back more comfortably into his chair back, "I can use a manor to bring her back to my side, that’s my skill, but Mr. Pei, apart from seeking death, using the so-called childhood friendship from sixteen years, forcing her with death, what else can you offer?" Pei Nianchen suddenly clenched his fists, his thin lips pressing into a straight line, his jawline taut. Sheng Qianchi’s words pierced him deeply. Yes, since reuniting, he’s been reminiscing about those sixteen years of affection, but really hadn’t done anything for her, whereas Sheng Qianchi was different. Sheng Qianchi had done many things for her, and he wasn’t even aware of how much she wanted that manor. Although Sheng Qianchi was sitting, he exuded a certain superior demeanor, he looked down with indifference, directing his gaze at the documents, "If Mr. Pei doesn’t want to hear more hurtful words, it’s best to leave early." After saying that, Sheng Qianchi picked up the documents and resumed work, while Pei Nianchen stood there silently for a long time. Finally, he spoke again to break the silence, "Sheng Qianchi, how much will you sell that manor for, as long as you name the price, I’ll buy it all." In the quiet room, Sheng Qianchi’s low and magnetic laughter resonated, like a clear spring flowing through, "What should I do? I have more money than I could spend in several lifetimes, just lacking a wife, and that manor allows me to marry the woman I most want to marry. Am I mad to sell it?" Pei Nianchen was suddenly shaken, staring at Sheng Qianchi in disbelief, "You want to marry her?" He had always thought Sheng Qianchi was just playing, his playfulness was great, having ditched Qin Yishu after six years despite her having a life-saving grace towards him. So, he didn’t believe Sheng Qianchi could be sincere with Gu Jiayin. Finally, Sheng Qianchi lifted his head from the documents, leaned back into his chair again, slightly tilted his head, staring directly at Pei Nianchen, "Yes, when you meet the woman you want to marry, why not marry?" Pei Nianchen’s eyes suddenly burst with a sharp beam of light, his voice pressing down with the weight of newly forged black iron, "Sheng Qianchi, are you even playing with marriage?" Pei Nianchen’s words were understood by Sheng Qianchi, but he added nothing extra emotionally, still lazily and casually sitting, even lifting one leg to cross over the other. "Hmm," he said comfortably and casually, "It’s quite fun, actually, never thought marriage was fun before, people say marriage is a grave, I was quite afraid, but now I really yearn for it, marrying the woman I love and spending a lifetime together sounds fun." The words seemed scattered, but the point was clear, he was not playing with Gu Jiayin, marrying her was serious, treating marriage with caution and responsibility. Pei Nianchen pursed his lips without speaking for a long time; he didn’t anticipate such a result. But Sheng Qianchi was unwilling to hold back any longer, saying, "I’m very clean, never had any woman besides her, so I have more right to marry her than you." "Furthermore, she loves me now." "That’s impossible!" Pei Nian instantly refuted, yet... Sheng Qianchi directly interrupted him, "Don’t bring up those sixteen years to me again!" he said, "Those sixteen years, she was still ignorant, even if she had genuine feelings for you, it was too pure, couldn’t withstand life’s trials and tribulations." He continued, "You were just luckier; if I had also grown up with her, you wouldn’t have had those sixteen years of opportunity." He looked at Pei Nianchen’s eyes flickering with light and shadow, his lips slightly curving with a faint arc, sarcasm wafting out like mist, "You merely took advantage of the timing and circumstances, mistakenly got her sixteen years of pure time, the Gu Jiayin you obtained died seven years ago, while what I obtained is the Gu Jiayin of seven years later." His gaze unfolded like a landscape painting, carrying a grandiose, wild momentum, "Your love is dead, but my love has just begun, and I have the capability to make it never extinguish, so if you don’t want to watch us in love and suffer in bitterness, then get far away, and never appear before her again."