Gu Jiayin followed Sister Li into the kitchen, sat at the dining table, and placed Jiajia beside her. Sister Li smiled as she placed dish after dish on the table, "If you’re hungry, hurry up and eat. Today, it’s all dishes you like." Actually, the dishes Sister Li made every day were ones Gu Jiayin liked. Sheng Qianchi never expressed what he liked to eat; he just followed Gu Jiayin’s preferences. Gu Jiayin picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of rib, placed it on an empty plate, and pushed it towards Jiajia, "Jiajia, eat." The man with a gloomy face slowly walked into the kitchen, watching Jiajia and Gu Jiayin sitting closely together, sharing ribs, his jealousy surged like crashing waves. Why was she nicer to a dog than to him? He pampered her so much! The more he watched, the less he liked it. He walked over, picked up Jiajia, and placed it two seats away from Gu Jiayin, then sat in Jiajia’s place. Finally feeling comfortable, he ignored Gu Jiayin’s icy stare and elegantly picked up the chopsticks to eat. Gu Jiayin glanced at the somewhat aggrieved Jiajia and muttered lowly, "Psycho." Sheng Qianchi, however, curled his lips in satisfaction. He wanted her to understand that she would be his woman sooner or later, and not even a dog would come between them. Sister Li sneaked a glance at Sheng Qianchi, couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t expect that the aloof Young Master Qianchi, whom everyone avoided, was jealous of a dog every day, always conflicting with a little pet. After dinner, Gu Jiayin went to the bathroom to shower. When she came out, Sheng Qianchi had already prepared clothes for her. A long red semi-casual spring dress. Anyone who could be Sheng Qianchi’s friend must be extraordinary. She had no objections to the clothes he prepared for her, so she obediently changed. After coming out of the dressing room, Sheng Qianchi gestured for her to sit in front of the mirror, "Let me braid your hair." Gu Jiayin didn’t like him being so close, so she resisted, "Who exactly are we meeting that requires Mr. Sheng to personally match my clothes and design my hairstyle?" Sheng Qianchi couldn’t help but laugh, "This is my first time formally taking you out. What’s wrong with dressing up my own woman?" It had nothing to do with who they were meeting; he just really wanted to do it. Back in the day, whenever he saw Pei Nianchen sitting under the pear tree braiding her hair while they laughed and chatted, he was incredibly jealous. He always wanted to braid her hair. Gu Jiayin didn’t move. Sheng Qianchi patiently pulled her down onto the chair, then took the comb and smoothed her long hair, braiding it into a loose fishtail braid from forehead to ear, securing it with two delicate flower pins behind her ear, while the rest of her long hair fell over her shoulders. A beauty indescribable. Looking at herself in the mirror, Gu Jiayin couldn’t help but remark, "You braid so effortlessly, I wonder how many women you’ve served, Young Master Chi?" The most update n0vels are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet Sheng Qianchi looked at his masterpiece contentedly, his long, defined fingers gently adjusting the hair by her ear, murmuring, "Only you." On the road, Gu Jiayin casually mentioned, "Sheng Qianchi, our agreement only has one month left." The man, who had been in a good mood, suddenly darkened his handsome face, like a giant hand pulling down a cloud of gloom, "You want to leave me this badly?" Had he not been good enough to her? Or could she never forget Pei Nianchen? Gu Jiayin said nothing further; she gazed out the window, unsure of what to say. Over the past month, her life seemed simple, but she was actually secretly implementing her own plan every day, under Qin Zhennan’s tight surveillance. She had quietly found out the location of Twilight’s crucial financial data. Just waiting for the right opportunity to steal it. She knew Qin Zhennan’s financial accounts had hidden illegal secrets, just he concealed them well, and the police couldn’t find them. What she needed to do was steal the true problematic accounts, use them to push Qin Zhennan to ruin, and force him to hand over Twilight Manor. She planned to complete this task within a month, just when her contract with Sheng Qianchi would end. Thinking about the end, she felt inexplicably empty. To this day, she indeed still had no intention of staying by his side as his woman, but there was Sister Li and Jiajia—she really couldn’t bear to leave them. It’s not that the man wasn’t outstanding or good enough to her; someone like him, any woman staying by his side for long would struggle to keep their heart in check, not to mention he pampered her so. But she had to keep her heart in check because her journey wouldn’t end here. Her ultimate destination was only one: find the Blood Tears Jade, return it to the Suri Royal Family, destroy the Qin Family, and leave with her mother. Blue Night, still so luxurious, still so bustling. Sheng Qianchi naturally placed his hand on Gu Jiayin’s waist as they walked into the hall, where many elite young men and women came up to greet them warmly. He nodded perfunctorily, dealing with them, then led Gu Jiayin to a private room on the second floor. Lu Xiya still sat on the circular stage at the center of the hall, playing beautiful piano music. Although, with Gu Jiayin’s help, she paid off her debts, and her father had surgery and was recovering well, she still insisted on working at Blue Night. Not that she craved for the high salary here, but she finally realized the person who had been secretly helping her all these years wasn’t Pei Nianchen. Who exactly was that person? She could only stay here to find out. Seeing Gu Jiayin and Sheng Qianchi enter, she was slightly surprised for a moment and exchanged glances with Gu Jiayin. Regarding Gu Jiayin and Sheng Qianchi’s rapid relationship development into what it was today, she had many doubts and wanted to speak with Gu Jiayin, but had never found the opportunity. Ever since Gu Jiayin moved into Shuiyunjian, they hadn’t even met once. Entering the private room, Gu Jiayin instantly saw the man sitting on the sofa, casually leaning against the sofa, holding a cigarette between his long fingers but not smoking, letting it burn on its own. Amidst the swirling smoke, there was a hint of roguish charm. His narrow, peach blossom eyes were half-closed, focused intently on the central stage in the hall, almost entranced. Even though seven years had passed and he had changed considerably, long lost was the youthful innocence of the seventeen-year-old him, Gu Jiayin still recognized him immediately, because his unique blend of rogue and charm was too distinctive. Ha, Chi Ye became friends with Sheng Qianchi? It’s simply a fairy tale; they weren’t from the same world at all. In those days, Sheng Qianchi was the sole heir to the top elite Sheng Family, irreplaceably noble, and Chi Ye was just a street hooligan. For two such people, unless there was a miraculous connection, they wouldn’t have intersected in this lifetime.