CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: I DON’T THINK I LIKE YOU

Yes, Sheng Qianchi is convinced that Gu Jiayin likes him. Although her feelings for him aren’t as intense as his are for her, her heart isn’t as indifferent as she makes it seem.

She cares about him, and the late-night phone call last night proves it.

Chi Ye was right; her identity is definitely more complicated than it appears, and she must have a powerful backing. Her return to Licheng City must have a hidden motive, but he just hasn’t discovered it yet.

The phone call she made last night clearly indicates she knew someone was going to attempt to assassinate him.

He remembered the last words Chi Ye said to him before they parted tonight,

—For you, Gu Jiayin might be a dangerous existence.

Yes, he doesn’t deny it. This assassination attempt alone is enough to show that she could bring him unpredictable danger.

But, none of this will sway his desire to have her.

In the vast universe of three thousand worlds and countless sentient beings, like grains of sand, he singled her out, fell hopelessly in love with her—then she is his fate.

He can’t escape it.

Those who are most unfeeling, once moved by emotions, are utterly destructive.

He won’t let her go, even if one day she personally fires a bullet through his heart.

After developing the thought that she might like him a little, the cold and barren mental world of Sheng Qianchi experienced a spring rain, under whose nourishment, flowers bloomed everywhere.

Vibrant red roses bloomed everywhere.

In Ancient Greek mythology, roses embody both love and beauty, being both the incarnation of the goddess of beauty and infused with the blood of the god of love.

For those in love, roses are sacred.

Sheng Qianchi felt that he never liked a flower so much.

When he uttered, "Jiayin, you like me," his heart was filled with pure emotion.

Yes, he began to feel moved by life.

Since birth, he was always faced with coldness, he never yearned for love or affection. In his youth, he used to stare at the clouds in the blue sky day after day, questioning the god of fate,

—Why was he brought into this world?

So lonely and cold.

But tonight, he began to be moved, as heaven was ultimately not entirely indifferent to him—heaven had sent him Gu Jiayin.

In fact, looking back, this emotion had already begun to take root upon first meeting her seven years ago, though it was buried in the cold underground for those seven years, it suddenly sprouted and bloomed today.

Like an instinct, Gu Jiayin was struck hard by these words.

Does she like him?

No, she doesn’t, it’s impossible, and she shouldn’t.

So, she immediately wanted to push the man off her and stand up, but he held her tightly, "Don’t move."

His sharp, well-defined handsome face buried into her neck, without any further action.

She didn’t see his eyes filled with tears.

If she saw, she would be amazed at how a man like him could have tears.

They say women are like water, able to turn iron into softness around a finger, but she wasn’t gentle at all; she was like a little beast with sharp teeth and claws that accidentally wandered into the Demon King’s dark world, stirring the faint gentleness buried in his bones.

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In the dining room, Sister Li had made a lot of dishes.

Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin sat facing each other, dining quietly, both appearing very elegant.

One was the heir to the top wealthy family in Licheng City, heaven-sent nobility, the other, a spoiled rich young lady since childhood—no matter how you saw it, they were a perfectly matched pair.

Only, from his eyes to his actions, he was full of tenderness, while she, every strand of her hair declared indifference.

Sheng Qianchi’s gaze was tender to the extreme; every bite of food he took, he naturally raised his eyes to look at her, such a gaze, continuously entangling her like silk.

Gu Jiayin felt as if she couldn’t avoid it no matter how she tried, so she had to bow her head to focus on eating, without saying a single word.

Sheng Qianchi seemed to be in a great mood, halfway through the meal he turned and instructed, "Sister Li, bring a bottle of red wine."

Before Sister Li could move, Gu Jiayin already stopped her, "No need, Sister Li, you can go rest."

Sister Li paused, not knowing what to do. Technically, she was employed by Sheng Qianchi and should listen to him, but her heart was inclined towards Gu Jiayin.

These days, she had been uneasy due to what happened that night.

Since the incident that night, this was the first time Sheng Qianchi had returned, leaving her with too many unknowns and thus too many worries and concerns.

Sheng Qianchi naturally noticed Sister Li’s unease and surprisingly gave a comforting smile, "Then go rest."

Sister Li still hesitated, not daring to move.

Gu Jiayin also gave a comforting smile, "It’s okay, Sister Li, you may go."

"Alright." Sister Li respectfully withdrew.

When only the two of them were left in the dining room, it felt even more empty and tranquil.

Sheng Qianchi’s voice broke the silence, gentle and deep, as if coated with a layer of fine wine, "What’s wrong, hm?"

Gu Jiayin maintained a calm demeanor, continuing at a steady pace, "It’s nothing, you are hurt, you shouldn’t drink."

She felt that her tone and attitude had no particular indication of care, just like a cordial reminder between acquaintances. Yet, the man opposite smiled brightly as soon as her words fell.

His thin lips moved, the words he uttered carried joy, entwined with tenderness, "Okay, then I won’t drink."

Gu Jiayin, "..."

She had an urge to explain.

She didn’t want him to misunderstand how much she liked him.

She didn’t like him.

Yes, she didn’t like him.

Remembering earlier in the bedroom, he held her so closely, not allowing her to say a word, simply burying his face in her neck, clinging so awkwardly and tightly for a whole half an hour.

If she hadn’t used the excuse of being hungry, who knows how long he would have embraced her, seemingly intending to hold her until the end of time.

After elegantly taking a sip of soup, Gu Jiayin set down her utensils, looking seriously at the man whose gaze hadn’t left her face, "Sheng Qianchi."

She tried to adjust her voice to a neutral tone, as if to objectively state a fact.

Sheng Qianchi had been looking at her all along, and upon meeting her eyes, his smile deepened, "Hm?"

A simple syllable, yet he managed to infuse it with deep emotion.

Gu Jiayin cleared her throat unnaturally, "I think it’s necessary to clarify something with you."

Yes, she who had long mastered the ability to remain unfazed and indifferent could not find any place to hide at this moment.

Being intently watched by the devil with tenderness was a feeling incredibly difficult to describe with words.

Sheng Qianchi raised an eyebrow, not speaking, as if already anticipating what she was about to say.

Sure enough, in the next second, the woman spoke the words he had anticipated yet least wanted to hear, "I don’t think I like you."