The jury members this time were all veteran wine master of the trade association. They were almost fanatically obsessed with professionalism. Being criticized by participants felt like a harsh slap in the face. Thus, the faces of the jury grew increasingly unpleasant. Finally, the chairman of the jury slammed the table in anger and stood up, "Miss Gu’s championship is undisputed. The other thirty-one contestants, wait for the association to reissue the exam questions. We’ll have a rematch on another day to determine winners and losers." He looked at Qin Yishu with a difficult expression, "Miss Qin, please withdraw from the arena." Qin Yishu stood up with difficulty, holding back the increasingly heavy suffocation in her chest. She politely bowed to the jury and then left the hall with her assistant. Once out of the tumultuous venue and walking down the deep corridor, the anger pent up in her chest burned more fiercely. She turned around and ruthlessly slapped her assistant twice. The assistant was insignificant and dared not resist, only bowing her head to endure the grievance. Only then did Qin Yishu feel that a part of the hostility in her heart had been vented. She turned, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number, "Mom, inform Xueyao to stir up the commotion downstairs a bit more. Today, we must trample Gu Jiayin completely into the ground." As she spoke, her beautiful eyes were as icy as if they were poisoned. A grand Wine Tasting Competition, full of misunderstandings, resulted in just one champion, with the rankings of all others reshuffled. However, Gu Jiayin didn’t care about any of this. She only knew that she could finally join the Twilight Group righteously. This made her happy, so when she walked out of the competition venue, her pretty face was covered with a shallow smile. As Gu Jiayin stepped down from the stage, Sheng Qianchi naturally walked over and took her hand, accompanying her out under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Walking in the long and deep corridor, Sheng Qianchi was the first to break the silence between the two, "What, I just helped you, and you have nothing to say to me?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net He thought she should at least say "thank you," right? However, she really didn’t even want to say the minimum "thank you," "Even without your intervention, my championship title would still be well-deserved." Ha, this woman sure is unusually proud, just like last time, when he rescued her from the siege of Qin Xueyao’s fans and media. She thought he was being overly sentimental and doing something unnecessary. There are not many people in this world that Sheng Qianchi would help, and no one else he would help so willingly other than her. Yet she was disdainful. Turning to look at the man with a face of grievance, Gu Jiayin slightly raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly. Although she said cold words, she was indeed a bit moved. When he appeared at the competition, there was a trace of warmth in the depths of her heart. As if giving charity, she threw down these two words and continued to walk forward. Within just a second, she was suddenly pressed against the wall, and a scorching kiss fell on her lips. A deep and domineering kiss. That afternoon, she had tasted many wines, with the rich aroma of wine gradually spreading between their lips. Gu Jiayin was still resisting, grabbing his clothes and pushing outward, but as always, she was not his match. Not until he willingly stopped kissing her did she finally catch a slight breath of fresh air. "Sheng Qianchi, I take back that ’thank you.’ You don’t deserve it." Yes, she regretted saying that word. Everything he did had a purpose, to conquer her as his woman. Yet she almost felt moved, which she shouldn’t have! Sheng Qianchi chuckled in a low tone. His lips were just a millimeter away, his breath fell on her face, "Who wants your cheap thank you? If you want to thank me in the future, just kiss me directly, okay?" Gu Jiayin felt anger rising, pushed the obviously flirtatious man away forcefully, and cast a cold gaze over his face. She then walked ahead, with a resolute back that spoke volumes. Sheng Qianchi smiled, savoring the lingering fragrance on his lips, and elegantly followed, clad in his black trousers. He was graceful, elegant, and noble. "Gu Jiayin, your face changes more than the sky in Licheng City. You turn on me just like that. Can’t you be a little nicer to me?" He spoke with a smile, and his tone had a hint of teasing. But Gu Jiayin was serious. She minded his constant attempts to force-kiss her. She paused, turned around, meeting the man’s deep black eyes with her cold gaze, looking at her reflection in his eyes. She accused, "What’s so good about you? You’re disrespectful at the drop of a hat. Can’t you at least respect me a bit?" Sheng Qianchi arched his dark eyebrows high, leisurely gazing down at the woman reasoning with him. The amusement in his eyes spread layer by layer to the corners of his lips. Thus, his voice became sultry and ambiguous, "You are my woman. If I don’t flirt with you, should I flirt with pigs instead?" Watching the light and shadow cross in her eyes, he knew she was about to get angry. But before she turned her face, he risked it all and added, "Compared to pigs, you’re more charming, so I choose to flirt with you." Gu Jiayin’s pupils constricted, a harsh glint in her eyes. She swiftly lifted her long leg, accompanied by a gust of wind, and solidly kicked the man’s calf. "Hiss!" Sheng Qianchi gritted his teeth, inhaled sharply, and his dark eyes slowly narrowed, dangerous and clear, "Gu Jiayin, you damned woman!" Gu Jiayin remained as cold as ice, gazing into the man’s eyes with indifference and resistance, "I didn’t attack your privates. You should be grateful. Next time, prepare well for your descendants if you can’t control your mouth." With that, she threw a document she was holding at the man’s face, then turned and walked away with long strides. Today, her hair was tied up, appearing competent, elegant, and as beautiful as an immortal official from Si Chen. Though his leg burned with pain, Sheng Qianchi gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and watched the woman until she disappeared at the end of the corridor. He thought that apart from her beauty, this woman didn’t have a single advantage, stubborn and fierce. But although he cursed her, there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart that found her irreplaceably adorable. Finally, with deep meaning, he murmured to himself, "Gu Jiayin, you enchantress." The soft female voice belonged solely to Qin Yishu. Sheng Qianchi stopped his footsteps wanting to follow Gu Jiayin. With a displeased furrow of his brow, he turned around, expressionless, "What is it?" The reason he still had the patience to listen and face her was still because she had saved him before. Until he repaid that kindness, he couldn’t heartlessly abandon her. He wished she would address the favor right away, with any condition except for him becoming her man. But she never mentioned it, instead smiling with gentle elegance, "Qianchi."