She called his name, those simple two words seemed to be filled with endless longing and admiration, and of course, resentment, "Did you... fall for Jiayin?" She had never seen him pamper a woman , even though she had been his girlfriend and fiancée for three years. Official source is N0veI.Fiɾe.net Sheng Qianchi furrowed his brows even tighter, and a wild grass had grown in his heart; he knew that if he didn’t chase after Gu Jiayin promptly, she certainly wouldn’t wait for him. "That’s not your concern, just remember what I told you." His words were that he still owed her a favor, and if she ever needed help, she could still come to him. But as clever as Qin Yishu was, she would never waste such a chance recklessly. It was her only way to get close to him again, so she only spoke of love, not of favors, "Qianchi, I’ve tried, but I can’t forget you." She lowered her eyes, seemingly with countless grievances weighing down her brow. "Three years as a girlfriend, three years as a fiancée, I have long considered myself your woman. I love you to the bone; to cut it all off cleanly, this pain is worse than cutting the bone and burning the heart." As she spoke, this woman who appeared gentle and virtuous shed two large tears, beautiful, elegant, evoking sympathy no matter how one looked at her. Before the age of fifteen, Qin Zhennan never dared to bring them in front of people, so she always hid in the shadows, secretly watching Gu Jiayin, envying, jealous, hateful. Her greatest dream during her girlhood was to stomp the once heavenly Gu Jiayin under her feet. After Qin Zhennan angered Gu Jiayin’s grandfather to death, he finally dared to bring them out into the sun, and she finally welcomed the hopeful spring. But deep down, she was still insecure, imitating Gu Jiayin everywhere. She could say she worked tirelessly, mimicking the image of Gu Jiayin as the noble lady of the past incredibly, genuinely. She always believed that this image was most favored by Sheng Qianchi; whenever she appeared so gentle, he would always stare at her for a long time. However, to her disappointment, at this moment, Sheng Qianchi did not favor her like he used to but was more impatient, possibly remembering the favor she had done for him, so he forcefully endured. He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Yishu, six years is indeed a significant chunk of a woman’s youth. However, you carried the title of my girlfriend and fiancée and gained countless benefits, didn’t you? You’re twenty-three now; you have plenty of time to find a man more suitable for you, so there’s no need to waste it on me." He took out a check from his pocket, elegantly filling it out with a pen, "If you think the last check wasn’t enough compensation, I can give you another one." At the time of their breakup, he gave her an indefinite amount check that Qin Yishu, with a sense of revenge, filled with two billion, which really was a sky-high breakup fee. But she later regretted it, as it was overly excessive and would surely make Sheng Qianchi look down on her. So before Sheng Qianchi could finish writing the check, she hurriedly explained, "No, no, Qianchi, I don’t want money; I’ve always wanted to return that last check to you." Yet Sheng Qianchi remained impassive, tearing off the check and looking at the tearful woman in front of him, speaking without any fluctuation, "Between you and me, I can’t think of a better way to end everything than with money. If you have one, you can tell me, and I’ll try to fulfill it." Qin Yishu cried even more aggrievedly, "Qianchi, feelings cannot be measured with money." She tested a step forward, gazing sincerely at the handsome man, "Tell me, if Jiayin hadn’t appeared, would you have intended to marry me?" Speaking truthfully, he indeed planned to marry Qin Yishu. Because no woman had appeared who pleased him as Gu Jiayin did, in fact, it doesn’t matter who he marries. Since his mother liked her, and she had saved him, most importantly, she resembled Gu Jiayin a bit. This, for family harmony and repaying the favor, marrying her wouldn’t be an issue. But, Gu Jiayin appeared, and then it mattered. It’s like enjoying flowers; before you, each was a nameless flower, and you had to take one home, so you could pick one at random, none liked. But suddenly, a peony appeared, worthy of the name as the queen of flowers, and you appreciated this peony especially, naturally wanting to choose just this one. Seeing Sheng Qianchi remain silent, Qin Yishu became more certain of her supposition, and thus even more resentful of Gu Jiayin. Unwillingly, she walked up to Sheng Qianchi, looking up at him, "Since you had already decided to marry me, and I don’t mind you having fun with Jiayin for a while, then why are you being so heartless to me?" She suddenly tightly gripped his wrist, "Qianchi, I love you; it’s impossible to love another man, I can’t live without you. If you don’t want me, then I’d feel better dead." She appeared more sentimental, "I’ve said it before, Jiayin is beautiful, if you like her and want to have fun for a while, I won’t stop you, but don’t abandon me." Sheng Qianchi, such a cold man, a woman’s tears could not move him, even Gu Shaohua couldn’t shake him, let alone Qin Yishu. Only to see him expressionless pushing Qin Yishu’s hand away, stuffing the check into her hand, then calmly saying, "If I don’t break the engagement with you, Jiayin will definitely not be with me." He was too aware of Gu Jiayin’s proud nature; as a free man, he couldn’t catch her. If he were still entangled with Qin Yishu, she wouldn’t approach him in the slightest. The hand holding the check gripped tightly in secret, a storm of hatred like the worst weather raged in her heart, yet her face still maintained that pitiful appearance, "Are you planning to marry Jiayin?" Sheng Qianchi didn’t speak, his ink-black eyes deep and dark, making one unable to penetrate. He really hadn’t thought about this question. Actually, based on his current relationship with Gu Jiayin, considering this question was too early, besides whether he would marry her, she would certainly be unwilling to marry him. Seeing Sheng Qianchi not giving a definitive answer, joy swept through Qin Yishu’s heart. Boldly, she hooked onto his arm, nestled her face against his shoulder, and gently whispered, "Qianchi, I will wait for you." She really would wait for him, wait for the best man to turn back, surpassing finding any other man. At this moment, Sheng Qianchi keenly noticed something flashed a few times on the opposite building, furrowing his brows sharply. He instantly judged it was a camera flash. Someone was taking secret shots of him. A surge of anger arose, he pushed Qin Yishu away, turned around, and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window. Downstairs, somehow it became a sea of people, not just reporters but scores of people seemingly fans or the public of Qin Xueyao, indignantly condemning Gu Jiayin. Opening the soundproof window, he could faintly hear them shouting, "Gu Jiayin, shameful and indecent, get out of Licheng City!"