CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: I’VE SET MY SIGHTS ON HER, AND SHE’S MINE

Returning to her room, Gu Jiayin threw the things Sheng Qianchi gave her into the closet, took out the clothes Pei Nianchen gave her, changed into them, and poured herself a cup of hot water.

Holding the glass tightly, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain outside grow heavier.

Her life was a war.

Revenge, the destruction of the entire Qin Family, was naturally something she had to do, but she had a more important task, and that was to find the Blood Tears Jade.

This was an important mission entrusted to her by the Suri Royal Family, and she had to give it her all, because her mother was still held hostage by the Suri Royal Family.

Back then, it wasn’t some kind-hearted person who saved her and her mother, but agents of the Suri Royal Family.

For seven years, she had been under the control of the Suri Royal Family, enduring special training day after day. On the surface, she was a Royal Detective, but in reality, she was trained specifically to find the Blood Tears Jade.

The Suri Royal Family chose her because of her deep ties to the Imperial Family.

Her grandfather originally served the Suri Royal Family, but later, due to some reasons, he broke away from them, taking his daughter and adopted daughter away from Suri, and secretly stole the Blood Tears Jade.

Back then, Qin Zhennan intentionally revealed that he had a wife and child outside, which angered her grandfather into a heart attack, causing him to die with regret.

Her grandfather’s death was too sudden, and he left without a word, leaving the whereabouts of the Blood Tears Jade unknown.

She suspected that the Blood Tears Jade might have fallen into the hands of Qin Zhennan. Of course, it was just a guess.

The quiet room was broken by the sound of a text message alert on her phone.

Gu Jiayin snapped back to reality, walked to the bed, picked up her phone, and swiped open the screen.

[Do you find the things I prepared for you comfortable to use?]

It was Sheng Qianchi.

After pausing for two seconds, Gu Jiayin threw the phone back onto the bed without replying, picked up a towel, and headed to the bathroom.

She hoped her interactions with Sheng Qianchi would end here and never cause any complications again.

He was the last person she wanted to get involved with.

...

At this moment, Sheng Qianchi was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Sheng Family’s villa. Opposite him sat his mother, Gu Shaohua.

Gu Shaohua carried the air of an aristocratic lady, her hair elegantly piled high, clad in a black dress, appearing astute, capable, with cold sharpness in her brows and eyes.

She was delivering her chastisement with full lung power, resembling an empress dowager more than a mother.

By relation, Gu Jiayin should call her aunt, as she was the adopted daughter of Gu Jiayin’s grandfather.

Sheng Qianchi, however, seemed indifferent to his mother’s scolding, looking down to text Gu Jiayin, his brows furrowing with disappointment at her long silence.

He then sent another message,

[If you don’t respond to me tonight, I’ll go directly to the Qin Family to find you.]

"Sheng Qianchi!" Gu Shaohua was clearly furious, "Are you even listening to me?"

The calm man lifted his head nonchalantly, his expression equally frigid and emotionless, his tone flat, "I heard."

"If you heard, why don’t you answer?" Gu Shaohua was always both angry and helpless with Sheng Qianchi, like a fishbone stuck in her throat.

Sheng Qianchi glanced down at his phone again, still no reply.

He then stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, "You’ve already guessed my answer, why ask."

"You!" Gu Shaohua slammed the teacup onto the table in anger, standing up, "What kind of attitude is this? I am your mother!"

"Right, a mother, not mom." Sheng Qianchi’s face remained expressionless, his tone still devoid of any emotion, neither cold nor warm, neither happy nor angry, icy as a machine.

In his heart, there was a big difference between the words mother and mom; she gave him life, but not a drop of warmth, so he only had duty toward her, not affection.

Gu Shaohua tightened her lips, staring at Sheng Qianchi for a few seconds, swallowing her rising fury, "Let me stress again, you are not allowed to break off the engagement with Yishu, and you absolutely cannot choose Gu Jiayin."

"That’s my business." Sheng Qianchi turned to leave.

"Sheng Qianchi!" Gu Shaohua gritted her teeth, shouting in fury, her chest heaving.

Sheng Qianchi paused, turned back, his brow locked in icy indifference, "I don’t care about the grievances between you and Gu Jiayin’s mother, but since I’ve set my sights on her, I’m determined to have her."

He finished, turning to stride away without a hint of regret.

Gu Shaohua stood alone in place, and after a moment, suddenly picked up the cup on the table, smashing it to pieces.

...

As Sheng Qianchi left the Sheng Family villa, Mo Jun hurriedly approached, holding up an umbrella, "Young Master Chi, Miss Gu has already returned to the Qin Mansion. Do we need to arrange a bodyguard for her to prevent the Qin Family from bullying her?"

The handsome man looked at the already formed puddles on the ground, and after a moment of silence, his lips curved into a casual smile, "No need."

With Gu Jiayin’s current skills, she’s more than able to handle the Qin Family herself. Her ruthlessness, he had experienced firsthand before.

Mo Jun was dazzled by Sheng Qianchi’s smile; he had never seen Young Master Chi smile like that. The moment Miss Gu returned, Young Master Chi seemed like a changed person.

Mo Jun respectfully opened the car door, waited for Sheng Qianchi to sit inside, then closed the door, sat in the driver’s seat, and started the car.

The sleek top-tier luxury black vehicle slowly moved forward into the rainy night.

The dim streetlights, intertwined with rain streaks, sketched out a chill and mystical charm.

Sitting in the car, Sheng Qianchi exuded an equally mysterious aura.

His lips slightly curved, teasing a smile yet not a smile, his brows and eyes still calm, yet always leaving one with a faint false impression of warmth.

He fiddled with his phone, and seeing there was still no response from Gu Jiayin, quickly dialed her number.

But no one answered for a long time.

For the first time in his life, he initiated a call to someone and it went unanswered.

But he was patient, glancing at his expensive watch, guessing she might be showering, so he waited five minutes before dialing again.

This time, there was a quicker response, but instead of being answered, it was directly hung up.

Mo Jun, through the rearview mirror, took in all of Sheng Qianchi’s actions, surprisingly astounded. The only one in this world daring enough to reject Young Master Chi’s call like this was undoubtedly Miss Gu.

Sheng Qianchi pressed his lips together tightly, holding his phone in silence for a few seconds, then wrote another text message,

[Are you playing hard to get? Do you really want me to go to the Qin Mansion to find you? Well, as you wish.]

Gu Jiayin, while drying her hair, swiped open her phone and, upon seeing the message, was inexplicably angry, yet truly unwilling to see Sheng Qianchi. So she replied,

[Sorry, I’m already asleep.]

Recalling she indeed hadn’t slept much last night, Sheng Qianchi considerately replied,

[Alright, have a good rest. I’ll come find you tomorrow, good night.]

Knowing that she detested him as much as she did, she wouldn’t reply anymore, so he directly locked his phone, tossed it onto the seat, then leaned back to rest, closing his eyes.

His lips always held a faint hint of a smile.

Seeing Gu Jiayin again, his entire spiritual world changed.

There was always a branch of pear blossoms in spring, stirring his heart.

The pear blossom had a particularly beautiful name, called Gu Jiayin.