Love, this thing is a simple object for some people, but for him, it is indeed a luxury. He can’t give any woman love, nor does he have any ardent pursuit of it. His heart is made of ice, and it doesn’t even have room for himself, let alone for a woman. He just doesn’t understand why women always have to be so emotional, talking about love as if it’s something to be eaten. Money, a man, affection—isn’t that enough? During a moment when the man was distracted, Gu Jiayin pushed him aside, lowered her head in slight annoyance as she tidied her hair, then continued eating, ignoring him and not looking at him. Sheng Qianchi didn’t insist any further and quietly finished the meal. Later, Mo Jun appeared in the living room with a precious white pet dog. This pet dog was extremely beautiful, with a petite figure, snow-white fur, big bright eyes, and two small pointed ears. It walked like an elegant princess, light and graceful. Gu Jiayin rushed forward with excitement at first sight and picked it up, looking at it from all angles. This dog was identical to Jiajia, whom she had raised seven years ago. But it couldn’t be Jiajia; seven years ago, Jiajia had sunk with her and had long been buried in a crocodile’s belly. She truly was a nostalgic person. People she had been close to, pets she had raised, things she had used, all held emotion. She wished so much that this pet dog was Jiajia reincarnated, come back to her. Since seeing the pet dog, Gu Jiayin couldn’t put it down, hugging it on the sofa, continuously stroking and smoothing out its long, fine hair. The little creature seemed to enjoy it too, lazily lying on her lap, even comfortably squinting its eyes. Newest update provided by novel-fire.net Watching this cozy scene, Mo Jun quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Young Master Chi had asked him to find a dog identical to Gu Jiayin’s former pet, referencing only a photo taken on a phone, and he had exerted great effort. A moment ago, he had feared that Gu Jiayin wouldn’t be satisfied. Sheng Qianchi nodded contentedly at Mo Jun, "Go and rest." Mo Jun left, relieved. Sheng Qianchi slipped a hand into his trousers pocket, strolled to the sofa, and sat down, also reaching out to stroke the dog’s back, feeling its smoothness, "Why don’t you name it?" Seven years ago, after he decided to compete with Pei Nianchen for Gu Jiayin, he made a detailed investigation into everything about her, even down to the kind of pets she liked. Back then, he often saw Pei Nianchen riding an electric bike, with her sitting on the back seat, while Jiajia lay in the wire basket at the front. It was such a beautiful scene, and it drove him crazy with jealousy every day. Gu Jiayin was finally moved. If he said bringing Sister Li was a coincidence, then this time with the pet dog, even a fool could understand—it was him pampering her. He was extremely attentive, attentive enough to know what kind of pet she had raised seven years ago. She gently lifted her head and asked, "Is this for me?" "Jiajia, it’ll be called Jiajia from now on." Clearly, before Jiajia was brought in, Mo Jun had bathed it, groomed its fur, making it clean and soft, much like Gu Jiayin seven years ago, gentle, elegant, and charming. Past memories were beautiful, and her heart gradually flowed with joyful notes as she reminisced, suddenly feeling enthused, took Jiajia upstairs. Her steps were light. Sheng Qianchi tilted his head, watching the woman’s graceful figure, a pleasant curve slowly forming at his lips. Gu Jiayin headed straight to the study and didn’t come out for a long time. She was doing something she used to particularly enjoy doing seven years ago—dressing up Jiajia. Jiajia was a pure white dog, and any other color added to her would appear exceptionally striking. Gu Jiayin mixed seven-color watercolor and carefully painted its tail. In its natural state, Jiajia’s tail curled upwards, curving slightly to the left; once painted, it resembled a seven-colored rainbow. Seeing her handiwork, Gu Jiayin smiled sweetly, her brows curving, while Jiajia lay on the desk, seemingly also very satisfied, obediently swaying its fluffy little tail, waiting for the watercolor ink to dry. This obedient appearance was identical to Jiajia seven years ago. Gu Jiayin felt that this Jiajia was the reincarnation of the past Jiajia. She mimicked Jiajia’s posture, placing her hands flat on the desk, then rested her chin on her hands, facing it, "Jiajia, when you were in Heaven, were you with brother? Was he okay?" Though she was currently a cold and strong woman, asking a pet such a question seemed childish, yet no matter how strong a person is, they all have a fragile side, and she was no exception. Even knowing the question was pointless, it was ultimately a kind of emotional release and comfort. She gently scratched Jiajia’s forepaw, a longing gradually rising at her fingertips. "He must be well, so handsome and so talented, surely everyone in Heaven loves him." As Sheng Qianchi prepared to push the door open to enter the study, he overheard the woman, always cold and piercingly sharp around him, saying such silly words to a pet dog. Cold and hard in public, yet privately harboring hidden vulnerabilities. Such a woman most easily provokes love and compassion from men. This name had never been important in his life, nor had he ever cared about it, but now, because of Gu Jiayin, he carefully recalled that person. This person was her brother; it was said they had a particularly good sibling relationship, with Gu Yachen’s pampering of his sister unmatched by anyone else. Mysteriously, he began to feel jealous. In her life, she had two important men, one Pei Nianchen, one Gu Yachen; there had never been him. He suddenly pondered whether Gu Jiayin survived that fateful accident, would Gu Yachen have survived too? He didn’t know yet that there was another quite important man in her life, Mo Qiyan. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that day on the Eagle Emperor’s yacht, the man who saved Gu Jiayin, who he had never identified, vanished after the auction and never appeared again. Pushing the door open, the woman’s monologue abruptly stopped. She lifted her gaze; her eyes looked at him, not as cold as before. He understood, after Sister Li and Jiajia, her icy heart had warmed slightly. "Go to sleep," he said. Gu Jiayin picked up Jiajia, ready to return to her bedroom, but the man stopped her, "Are you planning to sleep holding it?" "Either hold me while sleeping or give it to Sister Li, your choice." Moments later, she still compromised, disdainfully tossing down those two words, turned and headed downstairs, preparing to give Jiajia to Sister Li. Sheng Qianchi lightly curled his lips. Now he was even beginning to feel jealous of a dog.