CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103: SOMEONE ELSE WANTS TO TAKE CARE OF YOUNG MASTER CHI, SO I’LL STAY OUT OF IT

Upon these words, the faces of the two men in the room became somewhat awkward, and Mo Jun gave an unnatural soft cough.

Two seconds later, Chi Ye, slightly displeased, put down the bowl in his hand, coldly staring at Sheng Qianchi, "Your woman’s here, I’m not doing these thankless tasks anymore."

Saying this, he stood up and walked away, giving Gu Jiayin a cold glance as he brushed past her.

After Chi Ye left, Mo Jun also quickly retreated and closed the door properly.

Gu Jiayin stood there for a long time without moving, and Sheng Qianchi didn’t make any gestures either, just stared at her intently. In his eyes, the emotions of madness, restraint, and entanglement from the previous night faded away, clear and defined, yet tender enough to make one feel as if they could drown in his gentle vortex.

It was ultimately Gu Jiayin who spoke first, "Young Master Chi, how long do you plan to just stare?"

The woman in front of him had a calm expression, a calm tone, every move she made was calm and indifferent.

Just before last night, although there had been no emotional escalation between them, their interactions were increasingly relaxed and harmonious. But upon seeing her again today, she exuded a deep sense of indifference from her very bones.

Indifference and aloofness signified distance.

Sheng Qianchi felt his heart being clenched by a hand—not painful, but uncomfortable.

"Come here." His voice remained low and magnetic, but now husky from a night’s bitterness.

Gu Jiayin walked over softly, sitting at the edge of the bed. Though her lips bore a faint smile, it was the kind that kept people at a distance.

Sheng Qianchi lowered his eyes to look at her, staying silent for a few seconds, and reached out to touch her forehead wrapped in gauze, "Is it a serious injury?"

"It’s alright, just a superficial wound."

Her indifference made him feel discomfort, his hand lingering on her cheek, unwilling to leave, "It was my fault last night, I’m sorry."

Gu Jiayin smiled lightly, "I should thank Young Master Chi; in such a situation, you still let me go."

She didn’t want to say that she was truly moved last night—so moved that she chased after him late into the night despite her forehead injury. But in the end, he doused all her feelings with cold water.

Even though she spoke words of gratitude, her tone was chilly. Sheng Qianchi sighed lightly in his heart, "Our agreement continues; I promise nothing like this will happen again, alright?"

Gu Jiayin lazily lowered her gaze, a faint but elusive smile on her lips, speaking in a low and pleasant voice, "Young Master Chi ultimately did not break the rules. I have no reason to break off the contract. In the remaining month, let’s hope we get along well."

One month...

For the first time, Sheng Qianchi felt time was so urgent, with less of the initial confidence in his heart.

If he didn’t love her, he would have a thousand, ten thousand reasons to confine her. But now that he loves her, imprisonment is not the goal.

He wanted to win her heart.

He looked at her, tender and soft, "Feed me the rest of the porridge."

Gu Jiayin didn’t act coy; she picked up the bowl and fed him the porridge Chi Ye hadn’t finished, spoon by spoon.

The scene was perfect; a handsome man, a beautiful woman. If not for the emotional distance between them, they truly would appear perfect, like the verse gifted by netizens: a match made in heaven, a pair set on earth.

But their souls were separated by the vastest of distances.

...

Feeding the half bowl of porridge took about ten minutes.

Gu Jiayin put down the bowl and said lightly, "I’m going back now, take care of your injuries."

Ten minutes, so brief, yet Sheng Qianchi was extremely reluctant. But he truly was a proud man; his mouth wouldn’t beg her to stay. He simply smiled and asked, "When will you come again?"

Gu Jiayin managed a difficult smile, "I think someone else will very much want to take care of Young Master Chi, so I won’t join the crowd."

The person she referred to was naturally Qin Yishu, but Sheng Qianchi didn’t understand. He merely thought she despised him.

Eventually, he said dejectedly, "Go back and rest well, change your bandage on time."

Gu Jiayin nodded with a smile, turned around to leave, indeed without any hint of reluctance.

At the moment she turned, her wrist was caught, and the man’s voice came from behind, "Jiayin, call me by my name from now on."

Call him by his name?

Qianchi.

It seemed like Qin Yishu always called him so affectionately.

Gu Jiayin, inexplicably feeling an upwelling of disgust from the depths of her heart, swiftly withdrew her arm, "That title shouldn’t belong to me."

Saying so, she walked out of the ward, not turning back once.

In the ward, it was so quiet that there was not a sound.

Sheng Qianchi, wearing a hospital gown, sat alone on the corner of the bed, staring at the tightly closed door in a daze.

She had come and gone in a hurry, not even asking if he was seriously injured.

She truly didn’t care about him.

He realized that her heart had never opened to him, yet it had closed even tighter.

...

When Gu Jiayin stepped out of the ward, she saw Mo Jun waiting outside. She only slightly nodded at him, intentionally ignoring the surprise in his eyes.

Yes, Mo Jun was surprised.

In his consciousness, Sheng Qianchi, in such a life-threatening situation, had ultimately chosen to respect her. Moreover, in order to keep himself sober and avoid mistakes, he had cut his own arm to pieces. Shouldn’t Miss Gu be moved?

To know that the man is Sheng Qianchi, standing at the top of the pyramid, his life spelled with wild arrogance, when had he ever compromised for a woman like this?

Yet, Miss Gu showed a calm demeanor like still water, staying only for ten minutes before leaving.

Mo Jun suddenly felt an impulse, stepping forward to catch up with Gu Jiayin, "Miss Gu, Young Master Chi, he..."

He wanted to say that although Young Master Chi’s injuries weren’t life-threatening, they were quite severe, and he especially hoped she could stay with him.

However, before he could finish, Gu Jiayin gently interrupted him, "Assistant Mo, as Young Master Chi’s close assistant, his privacy is null in your presence. I have no obligation to care for him, do I?"

Mo Jun, "..."

Indeed, no, they weren’t in a relationship as a man and a woman; they merely had a contractual relationship, and not even one with defined terms.

In Mo Jun’s silence, Gu Jiayin turned around and left again.

Walking out of the hospital building, she found Lu Xiya was still there, and seemingly not waiting for her.

Lu Xiya was staring blankly at the road.

She walked over and tapped Lu Xiya’s shoulder, "Xiya, what’s the matter?"

Lu Xiya suddenly came back to her senses, looking at Gu Jiayin with an exceedingly complex expression in her eyes, "Jiayin, I just saw Chi Ye, he..."

Lu Xiya didn’t know how to put it; Chi Ye had pestered her for a long time before, so she remembered his looks vividly—not because she liked him, but because she loathed him.

Seeing him again after seven years, it was as if he had become another person.

How to describe what she saw just now?

When he saw her, he was briefly surprised, but that surprise was fleeting. He directly ignored her, walked past her, without even an extra glance.

In contrast to his calm and composure, she felt like a little fool struck by astonishment.