Regardless of whether Sheng Qianchi came down or not, Gu Jiayin picked up her chopsticks and started eating, praising as she ate, "Sister Li, your cooking skills are really getting better. I haven’t had such delicious food in a long time." Sister Li was even happier to receive the compliment and personally placed more dishes in Gu Jiayin’s bowl, "If you like it, eat more. Look at how thin you are." Gu Jiayin nodded while accepting the food Sister Li served, eating with great satisfaction, her small face full of joy. The dining room was filled with warmth. Sheng Qianchi came down from upstairs and could already hear the laughter coming from the dining room even while standing on the stairs. Gu Jiayin’s voice was clear and melodious, giving him a momentary illusion. Since their reunion, it was the first time he had heard her laughter so pure and genuine. No sarcasm, no irony. He deliberately slowed his steps, trying to prolong the distance as much as he could. When he reached the entrance of the dining room, he immediately saw the woman sitting by the table, eating with a face full of satisfaction. At this moment, she let go of her guard and coldness, every curve of her brows and the water-colored complexion spelling out the happiness of a little woman. So she was so easily satisfied. Just bringing back a once-close servant for her made her smile as if she were floating on clouds. Her smile dazzled his eyes. Sister Li and Gu Jiayin were chatting happily. Having been very close before, there wasn’t much need for formality between them. As they chatted, Sister Li also sat down, continuously serving dishes to Gu Jiayin. When the corner of her eye caught sight of the handsome, tall man standing at the door, Sister Li was so startled that she immediately stood up and took two steps back, her heart racing. A servant sitting at the same table as the master, in a prestigious family like the Shengs, was a sin. "Young Master Chi." Sister Li greeted respectfully with her head bowed, nervous sweat dotting her palms. For original chapters go to novel~fire~net Gu Jiayin glanced at Sister Li, then turned around to see Sheng Qianchi. Only then did she realize she had started eating without waiting for him. Remarkably, the man didn’t mind. Instead, there was even the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. He elegantly walked forward and sat down beside Gu Jiayin, looking at her with lowered eyes, "So, what do you think of the new chef in my family?" The man’s voice was low, husky, with a whisper-like magnetic quality, spreading through the dining room like a gentle stream. Anyone could hear that he was in a good mood. Sister Li let out a deep sigh of relief, quickly serving a bowl of rice to Sheng Qianchi and placing it respectfully before him, "Young Master Chi, would you like some wine?" Sheng Qianchi continued to gaze at Gu Jiayin’s rosy side profile, "Do you want some?" "Sure." Gu Jiayin gladly accepted the suggestion because today was a day worth celebrating. The amusement in Sheng Qianchi’s eyes suddenly spilled over. He turned to Sister Li and instructed, "Go to the wine cellar and bring a fine wine that complements today’s dishes." Sister Li didn’t know much about wine or which would best pair with today’s dishes, so she cast a pleading glance at Gu Jiayin. Gu Jiayin’s brows arched with a smile, and she promptly provided the name of a wine. Sister Li went away cheerfully. When a man truly dotes on a woman, every glance is tender. Sister Li, having been through it all, could see it clearly, and couldn’t help feeling a surge of warmth in her heart. Soon, Sister Li brought a fine bottle of red wine and a decanter on a silver wine rack, and opened the cork following strict procedures, releasing a rich aroma. Sheng Qianchi picked up the decanter and placed it near himself, instructing the servants, "You may all leave now." Sister Li and the servants all exited the dining room. The vast space belonged only to the two of them. Sheng Qianchi personally took two glasses from the wine rack, poured two drinks, handing one to Gu Jiayin and holding one between his fingers. As a wine taster’s professional habit, Gu Jiayin always carefully evaluated the wine before drinking it. She held up the glass, raising it to the appropriate height, observing the color, swirling it, then looking again. She slowly curved her lips into a smile, instinctively ignoring the increasingly intense gaze of the man beside her. Just as she was about to taste it, a large hand reached out, snatching her glass away. She turned her head in surprise, only to see the man elegantly lift the glass, the red liquid entering his mouth. Just as she was about to protest, the man’s handsome face came down, and his familiar lips pressed against hers. The wine was transferred into her mouth, and the man’s tongue flicked lightly, forcing her to swallow it down. She was on the verge of being both angry and embarrassed, yet he was far from satisfied, holding the back of her head, his lips exploring hers, his broad chest repeatedly closing in, trapping her against the seat. Gu Jiayin frowned, reaching out to push the man away, but he did not budge. A lingering and deep kiss. The temperature in the dining room kept rising. Five minutes later, he finally let her go, but he was unwilling to separate, sticking close to her lips, watching her pant slightly in his embrace. A rosy, watery hue covered her cheeks, whether from his kissing or from anger. He, however, was utterly delighted, his sexy thin lips curving into a soft smile, murmuring against her cheek, "What year?" Gu Jiayin was indeed angry, unable to express her dissatisfaction any other way, so she suddenly bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to taste blood quickly. But he didn’t mind or get angry, instead returning her aggression with another wave of domineering kisses. The taste of blood mixed with the wine’s aroma, spreading through their lips, adding a wild flavor to the prolonged passionate kiss. As the kiss ended this time, Gu Jiayin was breathing even heavier, her moist red lips full and vibrant. Sheng Qianchi licked his lips contentedly, close to her lips, his breath and words spreading across her face, "Do you still want to bite? Go ahead, today I’ll let you do whatever you want to my lips." Sheng Qianchi laughed lowly, her fresh, angry appearance greatly delighting him, "Be my woman, Jiayin." He had said this countless times already, each time filled with immense hope that she would nod in the face of his tender advances. But each time, she disappointed him. This time was no different. He saw her rosy, flower-like lips part, forming two words he very much did not want to hear, "In your dreams." Sheng Qianchi raised his brows, somewhat helpless, "You, this woman, why are you so ungrateful, huh? No matter how good I am to you, you remain unmoved. What on earth do you want, hmm?" "Just because you found Sister Li for me, you expect me to obediently become your woman? How low is your cost?" Sheng Qianchi certainly didn’t expect her to agree because of Sister Li. Suddenly, he wanted to ask what she truly wanted, willing to give anything. But when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back. Because he had asked twice before, and both times she had clearly said, she wanted love.