But in the end, Sheng Qianchi did not give Sheng Lanzhang the response he was expecting, only saying lightly, "I’ll have Mo Jun take you back." Though the efforts Sheng Lanzhang made for their father-son relationship did not lead to any significant bond, Sheng Qianchi could still see that genuine guilt and affection in his father’s eyes. This guilt and affection were something Gu Shaohua never had. So, he still had a trace of feelings for this father who had neglected him for sixteen years. He personally saw him out of the villa and helped him into the car. Just before departing, Sheng Lanzhang patted Sheng Qianchi’s hand and said, "Qianchi, I know our father-son relationship is distant, and I cannot interfere in anything you do, but in regard to Jiayin, I ask you once more: if you love, love well, if not, let go." Sheng Qianchi kept his lips tightly sealed, without saying a word. Sheng Lanzhang’s car had already left the villa and disappeared into the night, but Sheng Qianchi remained standing in the yard, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. With the smoke curling up, his emotions grew more entangled, inextricable and chaotic. [If you love, love well, if not, let go.] How nice it would be if his world were so simply black and white. He couldn’t figure out what love was, nor could he figure out his feelings toward Gu Jiayin. He didn’t want to fall in love with anyone nor allow anyone to take root in his heart, not even Gu Jiayin. Indeed, he wanted her, but his thinking had always been to find a woman easy on the eyes to accompany him and fill his loneliness, and as it happened, Gu Jiayin was the only one he found pleasing. Why must things be so complicated, why must there be a distinction between love and not love? What does it matter, as long as they mutually gratify each other? The cigarettes burned away one by one, and the fire of desire within him burned bit by bit, while his thoughts surged with chaotic intensity. What should he do about Gu Jiayin? In the end, the desire within him burned his nerves like a raging fire, no amount of suppression helped, until he felt he was about to shatter and collapse. He took a deep drag of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, then bit his lip and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out fiercely, and strode back to the villa. Why did he let a woman have such control over his emotions, wasn’t it just a woman? It should be up to him whether to want or not want her, so why was he so conflicted? What was different about her from those other women? Nothing, right, nothing! Oh no, he couldn’t deny she was different, she was pleasing to his eye, but that wasn’t enough to make him feel so emotionally tangled and miserable. It was because she was pleasing that he wanted her, otherwise, he wouldn’t have looked at her at all. He needed her, she had to give, he had no reason to hesitate or vacillate. This was not like him, Sheng Qianchi. To hell with love or not love, why did he have to think about this stupid question, what did it matter, no woman could become a special existence in his world, Sheng Qianchi’s world. He pushed open the villa door, striding into the living room. Sister Li was there holding a bowl of soup, "Young Master Chi, Jiayin said you drank quite a bit, she had me make some hangover soup for you, drink it while it’s hot." Hangover soup? This update is available on novel·fiɾe·net She had Sister Li prepare hangover soup for him? No, he didn’t need her care, he would never need her care, he only needed her body. So he knocked the bowl out of Sister Li’s hand, and with the piercing sound of breaking, pushed past Sister Li and went straight upstairs. On the way up, he undid a few buttons at his collar, the fire in his body burning hotter and hotter, making his body frighteningly hot. Without any elegance, even rudely, he pushed open the bedroom door. He was now like a beast starving to the extreme, in search of a delicious dinner. As the door opened, he saw the woman making his thoughts swirl and causing an inexplicable anger he couldn’t suppress at the balcony window, letting the evening wind play with her seaweed-black, silky hair. She had just bathed, her hair slightly damp, wearing a white robe, her graceful figure leaving much to the imagination, a leg of jade-white smoothness exposed straight outside the robe. She wasn’t wearing shoes, her delicate feet directly on the carpet. Her whole body exuded a faint scent, elegant as an orchid, this scent igniting the little flames of desire within his body. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Glancing down, he noticed she had made up a bed on the floor for him. Ha, his lips curled in a mocking arc. How laughable it was, Sheng Qianchi, a month’s worth of nights on the floor beside this woman, was he out of his mind? Right, he had no reason to accommodate her, to cherish her this much. Growing angrier at the thought, he strode toward the woman, who with her back to him, constantly tempted him. Yes, every one of her actions was an enticement. Three steps away, as he reached out to pull the woman into his arms, she suddenly turned around, her expression starkly contrasting his, as if he was about to explode, yet she appeared tranquil as a rose quietly blooming under the moonlight. He couldn’t see it, his face was already burning as if blossoming. Meeting the man’s almost predatory yet restrained expression, Gu Jiayin furrowed her brows slightly, "You don’t look well, are you uncomfortable?" "Yes, uncomfortable, very uncomfortable." Sheng Qianchi hadn’t expected that his voice would come out hoarse, almost transparent. Gu Jiayin finally sensed something amiss, instinctively stepping back a pace, "Sheng Qianchi, what’s wrong with you?" Just as she finished, the man lunged forward, his long arms capturing her into his embrace, clutching her waist as if he wanted to fuse her into his body. His body was scorching hot, the heat radiating through the thin fabric, she could distinctly feel that burning temperature that seemed to sear one’s senses. Gu Jiayin finally understood, leading her to struggle fiercely, "Sheng Qianchi, you took medicine, bastard, let go of me!" The more she struggled, the more tightly the man held her, his hot breath fanning her face, followed by a torrent of kisses. Each kiss fiercely burning, landing on her skin, evoking shudders. Gu Jiayin would not surrender so easily, she struck him without hesitation, if she had a knife she would unhesitatingly plunge it into him. Not because she loathed him, but because she utterly despised this uncontrollable life. "Sheng Qianchi, you bastard, let go of me, you said you wouldn’t force me. If you took medicine, go to the hospital or find another woman to deal with it, don’t look for me!" Each word was forced out through clenched teeth.