Sheng Qianchi suddenly turned his head, his cold gaze landing on Qin Yishu’s face, "Did you do this?" Qin Yishu was so frightened that her face turned as white as a sheet. She shook her head repeatedly, "No, Qianchi, you warned me yesterday, I wouldn’t dare." Sheng Qianchi didn’t continue to press her, having had her by his side for six years, he believed she lacked the courage to defy him again. Thus, he turned and strode forward, intending to catch up with Gu Jiayin. Just as he turned, he heard a "bang" from behind. Looking back, he saw Qin Yishu collapsed on the ground, her eyes shut tight, as fragile as if she had no bones. He hesitated for two seconds but still turned back, bending down to help Qin Yishu sit up, lightly patting her face, "Yishu? Qin Yishu?" The woman who had just been confessing her feelings was now unconscious, with traces of tears still visible on her face. The opposite building flickered with light again. Sheng Qianchi frowned in irritation, then pulled out his phone to call Mo Jun. Quickly, Mo Jun ran over, "Young Master Chi, any orders?" "Send Qin Yishu to a doctor immediately, and send someone to deal with the paparazzi in the opposite building." Having worked with Sheng Qianchi for many years, Mo Jun immediately understood the essence, directly summoning female staff from the Wine Trade Association to send Qin Yishu for treatment, while he personally led people to the opposite building. Sheng Qianchi, on the other hand, hurried into the elevator, going downstairs to chase after Gu Jiayin. When the corridor quieted down, Qin Yishu, lying on the stretcher, slowly opened her eyes, a turmoil of hatred brewing within them, more intense than ever before. She thought Sheng Qianchi would personally take her to get medical care, but she didn’t expect all his arrangements to revolve around Gu Jiayin. Her plan to stall Sheng Qianchi, preventing him from rescuing Gu Jiayin, had failed. She had never seen him so anxious about a person before. In fact, there’s no such thing as an absolutely aloof person; it’s just that the person he cares for is not you. Gu Jiayin didn’t wait for Sheng Qianchi and went directly downstairs to leave. She had previously known there were reporters waiting downstairs, but she feared nothing; she was confident she could shake off these clingy journalists. However, as she stepped out of the Trade Association’s door, she suddenly saw a sea of people. Upon seeing her, the reporters quickly approached and continuously shot footage, pressing her with questions about the Qin Mingxuan incident. "Miss Gu, we heard you broke the root of Second Young Master Qin. Is it true?" "Miss Gu, you accused Second Young Master Qin of rape yesterday but then inexplicably withdrew your accusation. Rumors say you falsely accused him and were guilty. Do you have an explanation?" "Miss Gu, it’s rumored you seduced Second Young Master Qin but were rejected, so in a fit of rage, you injured his root. What do you have to say?" "Miss Gu, you harmed Second Young Master Qin but can still peacefully come to the association to compete. Is it because Young Master Chi is protecting you?" Gu Jiayin, very composed, stood on the high steps, her gaze sweeping over the indignant crowd blocked by the Trade Association’s security below and then at the reporters who seemed eager to shove their microphones down her throat. Her lips curled with an indifferent smile. A cold intent radiated from her, extending outward in waves. She knew that this time, the fans and journalists who were incited to besiege her were all maneuvered by the Qin Family members. Gu Shaohua was injured yesterday, and Zuo Qianhua was still under Pei Keqian’s house arrest, unable to help in any way. The women of the Qin Family were somewhat foolish to fabricate rumors about her seducing Qin Mingxuan, which was too low-level. Her rosy lips opened and closed, answering the reporters’ questions word by word, "Since I have Sheng Qianchi, why would I seduce my half-brother? Do you think Qin Mingxuan’s wealth surpasses Sheng Qianchi’s, or do you believe Qin Mingxuan’s physique satisfies me in bed more than Sheng Qianchi?" Even though her words were crude, the logic wasn’t missing, and the reporters, indeed, found her arguments reasonable. "Miss Gu, then why did you have a conflict with Second Young Master Qin, and why did you withdraw the lawsuit?" "I withdrew the lawsuit not for any sibling affection but because my father wanted to save the younger son and proactively compensated me with twenty million." With Sheng Qianchi backing her, the reporters didn’t dare to press Gu Jiayin too much. Up to this point in the interview, the whole incident’s ins and outs were fairly clear, as everyone knew Second Young Master Qin wasn’t a good person. Gu Jiayin stepped forward, and the reporters sensibly made way for her, but the people planted by Ye Zhilin and Qin Xueyao wouldn’t let it go. Today their goal was to ruin Gu Jiayin utterly, to deprive her of a footing in Licheng City. Therefore, while the reporters made a path for Gu Jiayin, the crowd at the bottom of the steps, incited by certain factions, grew increasingly agitated. There were three times as many people today as there were at the dock that day. Besides troublemakers, there were many onlookers, even young mothers holding babies. "Gu Jiayin, you’re lying, you stole your sister’s husband and seduced your brother-in-law. Mrs. Pei and Mrs. Sheng have publicly held press conferences to condemn you. This shows you’re not a good person, and a woman as disgraceful as you should be driven out of Licheng City." "Yes, get out of Licheng City and give our Sister Xueyao justice." The unruly crowd, though not intimidating alone, became formidable when pushed by inciters, which was the situation now. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fıre·net The crowd surged up the steps like a tidal wave, with emotions running high, all shouting for Gu Jiayin to leave Licheng City. The two rows of security arranged by the Trade Association were merely putting on a show, not really stopping the crowd, intelligent as Gu Jiayin, she immediately deduced that this was all secretly orchestrated by Qin Zhennan. The crowd, pressing forward overwhelmingly, surged up the steps like a wild wave threatening to drown her. She knew she must not fall into the hands of these people, as if she were beaten to death, there would be no one accountable for it. But she also couldn’t fight this mindless mob because if a stampede occurred, causing serious injuries, it would also bring unnecessary trouble upon her. As the crowd surged up the steps, she sprinted at top speed towards a stone pillar on the left side of the steps, using the momentum to swiftly prop herself step by step to the top of the pillar. With a firm push of her foot, leveraging the counteraction, she launched herself off the steps. On either side of the steps were semicircular fountain ponds, with flower beds on the edge, considered a no man’s land. Gu Jiayin accurately landed on the flower bed over a meter high, surrounded by a fountain splashing water, making her appear extraordinarily graceful. It was like she was practicing flying amidst the eaves. Such nimble skills left the crowd gaping, those leading to beat her involuntarily halted, staring as if witnessing an ancient lost martial arts technique, all stuck in their places. Ultimately, the reporters reacted quickly, frantically clicking shutters, capturing every moment of Gu Jiayin clearly.