CHAPTER 176: CHAPTER 176: DON’T YOU THINK YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A WOMAN?

Gu Jiayin was originally squatting on the ground talking softly with Jiajia. Who knew that the originally peaceful and beautiful garden was suddenly filled with countless small water jets, spraying and spinning around.

Caught off guard, she was sprayed all over with water.

Her first reaction was to quickly get up and run to the side.

Although she dodged in time, by the time she realized it, she was already soaked all over, with water droplets dripping down from her hair.

It turned out that the sprinkler system for watering the lawn had suddenly turned on.

Gu Jiayin sighed helplessly, shook her clothes, and looked at Jiajia, whose white fur was still dripping with tiny water droplets. She couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hahaha..."

A deep, magnetic laugh that only a man could have came from behind. Gu Jiayin suddenly froze. No matter how she listened, she felt there was a mischievous taste in his laughter.

Turning around abruptly, she saw the man in a white shirt and black trousers, his hands in his pockets, smiling with crescent-shaped eyes, exuding a natural charm.

The setting sun cast a slanting light on the man’s body, giving him a golden luster. His strong outline and resolute aura were like a pine tree — sturdy and straight, yet the lines on his face were as gentle as a warm breeze.

He looked at her exquisite face covered in tiny water droplets, the smile in his eyes growing even denser.

Gu Jiayin suddenly understood something, "Did you do this?"

Sheng Qianchi casually raised an eyebrow, his voice lazy and indolent, "I just suddenly had the urge to water the garden. Who knew Miss Gu, you would stubbornly refuse to leave my home, even though it’s been all afternoon? Miss Gu, are you really so enchanted here?"

Gu Jiayin, "..."

Why did she find his face so deserving of a punch?

She really wanted to leave with dignity, but she simply couldn’t.

"Do you have time now to discuss the matter regarding Twilight Manor?" she asked him, looking displeased.

"No."

Sheng Qianchi glanced at her lightly and turned to walk toward the artificial lake, his tall figure stood by the lake, engaging in physical exercises with great interest.

He seemed intent on tormenting her from all directions.

Gu Jiayin gritted her teeth and followed him.

She stood behind him, "Hey, being a man, don’t you think it’s overly feminine to be so evasive?"

Sheng Qianchi stopped working out, turned to look at her, facing the setting sun, his face then fell into shadow while his back was rimmed with gold.

He said, "Alright, then let’s be direct, let’s do something unfeminine."

He looked at her, the distant green hills reflected in his eyes, but the focus was on her, "Sleep with me and I’ll give you Twilight Manor."

The words sounded vulgar and humiliating, yet Gu Jiayin gritted her teeth and endured, "How many times?"

He spoke bluntly, and she was even more straightforward, one handsome and proud, the other alluring and charming, but the topic they discussed seemed like a raw cash-and-flesh transaction.

Sheng Qianchi suddenly smiled with sunshine and innocence, slightly tilted his head to look at the sky, and his handsome face partially hidden in darkness, partially exposed to sunlight, "I only sleep with Mrs. Sheng, so,"

He turned his head to look at her, "if you sleep with me, then sleep for a lifetime, or don’t sleep at all."

Gu Jiayin was momentarily speechless.

This man, appearing roguish, spoke the most vulgar words, yet between the lines she understood, he wanted to marry her, he promised her marriage.

But she, she simply couldn’t have a marriage now.

So she bit her lip and lowered her head.

In silence, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in her view, above which were long legs wrapped in black trousers.

A slender, distinct hand lifted her chin, and looking up she crashed into the dark eyes of the man, his eyes were too deep, like a sea harboring unfathomable emotions.

She felt a bit nervous, daring not to meet his gaze.

Yet he wouldn’t let her evade, hooking her chin to gaze into her eyes, "Marry me, hmm?"

A gentle breeze blew, stirring their garments.

Jiajia lay quietly beside them.

The sunset just dropped below the sea, and the earth darkened slightly.

Gu Jiayin remained silent for a long time.

She couldn’t marry.

So when she looked up again, she hesitated to speak, "I... um."

Before finishing, her lips were sealed by another pair of scorching lips.

Perhaps he anticipated her refusal, so he wouldn’t let her voice it.

The lingering kiss, accompanied by the vibrant sunset, grew increasingly fiery.

Gu Jiayin felt like she was in a tightly enclosed furnace, he held her waist with one hand and fixed her head with the other, kissing her lingeringly and inextricably on her lips.

Until she almost couldn’t breathe, he shifted and kissed her cheeks and ears.

"Sheng Qianchi, I..." Gu Jiayin panted as she tried to push him away.

But he wouldn’t allow it, "Don’t talk."

He continued to kiss her chin and neck, passionately. He just wanted to kiss her well, not wanting to hear a single word, as none of her words were what he wanted.

Sister Li came to the garden to call the two for dinner, she then saw a pair of lovers entwined in the fiery sunset, and the voice she was about to make immediately held back, her lips tugged open, blooming into a smile.

Turning around, she went back alone.

Gu Jiayin inadvertently raised her eyes, catching sight of Sister Li out of the corner of her eye, she immediately felt embarrassed and humiliated, about to push away the man tightly holding her, but suddenly, everything spun around, he had pinned her down onto the lush green lawn.

The kiss followed, his body completely encasing hers.

The grass had just been watered, droplets still rolling on the blades.

As she lay down, she felt a cold dampness beneath her, but the man covering her was scorching as if he wanted to melt her.

Jiajia, who had been guarding nearby, clearly hadn’t seen such a scene, it assumed that the master was bullying the mistress, so it excitedly stood up and barked incessantly.

The enchanting atmosphere was instantly ruined.

Sheng Qianchi raised his head angrily to look at Jiajia, just a cold glance, and Jiajia ran away with its tail between its legs.

Seeing Jiajia quickly gone, he evidently wasn’t satisfied, lowering his head to kiss again, but a slender finger pressed against his lips.

The woman beneath him, her big eyes seemingly filled with tender affection, moist and sparkling, she gazed at him, her long curled eyelashes casting shadows on her skin.

She lingered over his lips, her fingertips coolly glided over his skin, her voice soft and gentle, "Sheng Qianchi, if you want I can give you, but..."

Like she also felt regret, she gently turned her head to look elsewhere, "I cannot marry you."