Upon hearing Gu Shaohua’s exclamation, both Sheng Qianchi and Mo Jun suddenly turned their heads, stood up, and quickly went to assist, eventually catching her at the last step of the stairs. Looking again, Gu Shaohua had lost all her Empress Dowager-like dignity; her hair, originally styled high, was disheveled, her clothes were torn in several places, and her face had a noticeable scrape. Clearly, she had not yet settled her nerves. Gu Shaohua’s face was very pale, tears were brimming at the corners of her eyes, and her voice trembled fiercely as she spoke, "Qianchi, this woman has hurt your mother , and you remain unmoved?" "Tsk tsk tsk..." Gu Jiayin chuckled lightly, "Mrs. Sheng, what do you mean? You were the one who tried to hit me. I didn’t even touch you, failing before the battle even began. You can only wipe your tears yourself, don’t wrongly accuse the innocent." "You!" Gu Shaohua was so angry that her chest tightened repeatedly, and she gnawed her teeth, unable to utter another word. After all, she was his biological mother. Although Sheng Qianchi treated her coldly, he never intended to be cruel to her. Seeing this, Gu Jiayin could undoubtedly infuriate her to illness if she said anything more. So he raised his head and ordered Gu Jiayin coldly, "Stop talking, go upstairs." Gu Jiayin shrugged her shoulders, turned to leave, and deliberately swayed her hips a little. Gu Shaohua felt that she was as angry today as she had been in her entire life; never before had anyone been able to infuriate her to this extent. She suddenly gripped Sheng Qianchi’s hand fiercely, "Throw this woman out!" Sheng Qianchi frowned and said in an even tone, "Mom, this anger is your own doing. If you can stop interfering in my and Jiayin’s affairs, you’ll be much happier." As Gu Shaohua was about to say something else, Sheng Qianchi had already ordered Mo Jun, "Quickly send Madam back to the old residence and see a doctor." Mo Jun immediately obeyed, and with the help of servants, carried Gu Shaohua out of Shuiyunjian. The living room finally quieted down again. Sheng Qianchi did not rush upstairs to find Gu Jiayin. Instead, he silently lit a cigarette, sitting on the sofa waiting for Mo Jun. After a short while, Mo Jun returned to the living room after sending Gu Shaohua off, "Young Master Chi." The source of this content ɪs novel~fire~net "Hmm." Sheng Qianchi flicked his cigarette, tapping the ashes into the ashtray, "Go gather all evidence of Qin Mingxuan’s illegal activities and violations. Make sure he doesn’t come out for ten years." "Yes." Mo Jun obeyed and went to handle it immediately. Only then did Sheng Qianchi extinguish the cigarette in his hand, tossed it into the ashtray, got up, and went upstairs, his expression icy with not a trace of emotion, walking with a steady pace, as if followed by a cool breeze. Upon reaching the second floor, he directly entered the password, entered the bedroom, his gaze falling directly on the woman sitting by the balcony soaking up the sun. She was serene, holding a book, reading carefully, with the fragmented sunlight passing through the mottled shadows of the trees falling on her, creating a beauty of interwoven light and shadow. Warmth suddenly arose in Sheng Qianchi’s heart. His originally cold heart wrapped in a thread of gentleness. However, he was still very angry. He had not forgotten the goal set before. Today was her first day living in his villa; he needed to set rules for her. The moment the man entered the bedroom, Gu Jiayin sensed it, but she deliberately ignored him. She looked down at her book for a while, then slowly raised her head to meet his gaze, smiling sweetly, "Seeing your expression, are you planning to avenge your mother?" Sheng Qianchi sneered, his eyes locked on the woman’s bright face, "You said it yourself, you didn’t even touch her; I can’t blame you." Gu Jiayin languidly leaned back into the sofa, her voice slow and drawn out, "Then who are you showing that expression of someone ready to punish?" The man’s tall figure stood in the center of the room, maintaining a distance from Gu Jiayin, but his powerful and cold aura pressed all the way to the end of the room. "Gu Jiayin, you are now my woman, and you must follow my rules. If I find you’re not obedient, I will... make you suffer!" He bit the word "suffer" very clearly and heavily. Two very ordinary words, spoken by him, contained infinite meaning. To him, "suffering" had a broad definition, from death to living worse than death. But Gu Jiayin refused to buy it. She laughed contemptuously, her mocking eyes confronting him, turning the beautiful picture of a handsome man and a woman into one of dissonance, "Whether I am your woman—I do not know, the heavens do not know, the earth does not know—do you and I not know?" Indeed, she had never agreed to be his woman. Sheng Qianchi felt as though he had been dealt a heavy blow. His eyes immediately cooled down, and he took a quick step forward, suddenly bending down, placing both hands beside Gu Jiayin’s waist, his body following suit and leaning down. Gu Jiayin only felt that the previously bright and sunny world was suddenly shrouded in heavy clouds, his breath aggressively occupying her every sense. Yet she remained calm, her face expressionless. Sheng Qianchi leaned closer to her, so close that they could feel each other’s breath. With a wicked curl to his lips, he said, "Gu Jiayin, you must understand, having moved in here today, there’s no turning back. You are Sheng Qianchi’s woman; this fact cannot change for a lifetime. Even if one day I don’t want you anymore, you must bear my label and cannot approach any other man, understood?" "Today, I’m establishing the first rule for you." His defined fingers grasped her chin, the chill entering her bones, "You are prohibited from physical contact with any other man. Sensitive areas are especially forbidden. If it happens again, whoever touches that part of you, I’ll deal with that man first, then carve out that piece of flesh from you." The man’s aura was indeed strong, his pressure immense. If it were any other woman, she’d certainly tremble in fear, but Gu Jiayin was not like other women. She had never agreed to be his woman, and never would in the future, so his rules were mere nonsense to her. Suddenly, she forcefully swatted Sheng Qianchi’s hand away, stood up, ready to confront him. Not in silence would she erupt; certainly, in silence, she’d be suppressed. So she chose to erupt. Sheng Qianchi had long anticipated that this stubborn woman would never comply with him. He actually had no intention of doing anything to her; saying these words was merely to declare his stance, asking her to be careful in the future. When she struck him, he reacted immediately, his large hand suddenly gripping her right ankle. This foot had been on his mind because she used it to kick Qin Mingxuan in that area. So, he was quite rough, using strength to pull her off the sofa in one move. Gu Jiayin’s body lost control, instantly leaving the sofa, about to hit the floor, yet, at that moment, she was skillfully caught by the man, pulled into his embrace. She was quite awkward, as her head faced downwards. The posture was indeed humiliating. She felt all the blood in her body flowing in reverse, and her anger, along with the blood, rushed straight to Baihui point.