CHAPTER 188: CHAPTER 188: CAN YOU WIN THE BEAUTY WITHOUT BEING SCHEMING?

After all, it was Pei Nianchen, the man who had warmly accompanied her for sixteen years.

Gu Jiayin couldn’t bear it in the end.

She tugged on Sheng Qianchi’s sleeve, "Let’s go."

Sheng Qianchi remained unmoved, "Don’t be so weak, the woman of Sheng Qianchi mustn’t admit defeat on the battlefield."

Looking at Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin’s tightly clasped hands, Pei Nianchen bowed his head in self-mockery, blood dripping through his fingers, splattering onto the spotless marble floor.

Zuo Qianhua was at a loss, pulling on Pei Nianchen to leave, "Nianchen, how are you? Let’s go see a doctor right away."

However, a black gun blocked her path.

Mo Jun smiled elegantly, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Pei, Young Master Chi hasn’t allowed you to leave yet."

Zuo Qianhua turned her head to look at Sheng Qianchi, her eyes red, her lips trembling, "What more do you want?"

Sheng Qianchi’s gaze was intense, each word clear and resonant, "You haven’t apologized to my woman yet."

Zuo Qianhua looked at Sheng Qianchi in disbelief, "Nianchen has already been hurt by you!"

Sheng Qianchi snorted coldly, a smile appearing at the corners of his lips, "I said, your son paid the price for you, as he should, but don’t think you’ll come out unscathed, if you don’t apologize today, don’t expect to leave this place, I want to see how Commander Pei brings people to storm in."

Sheng Qianchi stood there like the Grim Reaper, the anger in his eyes sending shivers down one’s spine.

Zuo Qianhua was genuinely frightened, and anxious about Pei Nianchen’s injury, she relented.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, walked up to Gu Jiayin, endured the tears of humiliation, and bent deeply in a ninety-degree bow, "Jiayin, I’m sorry."

As soon as she finished speaking, large teardrops hit the floor, her dignity scattered all around.

Pei Nianchen did not react, he just stared blankly at a certain spot, his gaze unfocused.

Gu Jiayin still felt sorry for Pei Nianchen, knowing that he too was in a difficult position, she tugged on Sheng Qianchi’s sleeve again, "Let’s go."

But Sheng Qianchi still refused to forgive Zuo Qianhua, his cool voice rang out again, "You still owe Jiayin’s mother an apology."

Zuo Qianhua’s whole body trembled, she looked at Sheng Qianchi’s face, struggled for a moment, then gritted her teeth once more and bowed deeply, "Qiyun, I’m sorry."

Sheng Qianchi laughed coldly, "Mrs. Pei, remember this next time, don’t provoke those you shouldn’t, or else... ha!"

He cast a meaningful look at Pei Nianchen, then strode into the elevator with Gu Jiayin, leaving.

Zuo Qianhua turned around, crying heartbreakingly, slapping Pei Nianchen forcefully, "You ungrateful child, for that woman, your mother was so humiliated, yet you feel nothing."

Pei Nianchen, who had always been filial to his mother, did not comfort her for the first time. He expressionlessly pushed away the crying Zuo Qianhua lying on him, turned and left alone.

"Nianchen, Nianchen!" Zuo Qianhua anxiously chased a few steps forward, "Your injury, go to the hospital quickly."

However, Pei Nianchen did not look back and strode down the stairs.

That back, carrying an unspeakable desolation.

...

Sheng Qianchi took Gu Jiayin, took the elevator of Luoli Hotel directly to the rooftop, and got into a helicopter.

At this moment, the sky was so overcast it looked like dark clouds were about to press down, the air so heavy it felt suffocating.

Once inside the helicopter, Sheng Qianchi lifted Gu Jiayin up and placed her on the sofa, took out a first-aid kit, and personally applied medication for her.

"Does it hurt?"

"No worries."

The cool ointment applied to her face finally made Gu Jiayin feel much more comfortable.

She looked at the man in front of her, whose tenderness was to the extreme, her heart surging with waves of emotion.

Just now, he had torn faces with the Commander’s Wife of the Licheng City Military District for her, even forcing her into a corner, which was a difficult thing for any influential person in Licheng City to do.

Who didn’t know, Pei Keqian was nicknamed Black Panther, not someone to be trifled with.

She looked at him, timidly asked, "Aren’t you afraid of offending Uncle Pei?"

Sheng Qianchi continued applying ointment for her, letting out a chuckle, "I already offended him, didn’t you know?"

"?!" Gu Jiayin abruptly widened her eyes.

Sheng Qianchi’s calm demeanor, "On the second night after you returned, that rainy spring night, I threatened him."

The smile at the corner of his lips became even more dazzling, "I said at the time, if he couldn’t control his son, and yet insisted on competing with me for a woman, don’t blame me for being impolite, and then..."

Sheng Qianchi put away the ointment, smilingly looked at the incredulous woman, "That old man very submissively sent his son on a mission."

So that’s how it was.

Gu Jiayin thought, if she had known this two months ago, she would have been beyond furious.

But at this moment, she only gave a contemptuous glance at the man before her, slowly teasing in a childish manner, "Crafty."

"Hehehe..." Sheng Qianchi laughed lightly, caressing her delicate face, unable to put it down, "Without guile, how could you win such a beauty?"

Saying so, he pulled her over, placed her on his lap, "Hotel, or back to Shuiyunjian?"

The implication was too obvious, tonight he wanted her to be his woman.

Gu Jiayin was very compliant, leaning her head against his chest, softly responding, "Shuiyunjian."

Yes, Shuiyunjian, that place has the taste of home.

"Okay," Sheng Qianchi nodded, turning to instruct Mo Jun, "Take off."

He was also willing to return to Shuiyunjian, because that was home.

"My things are still at Xiya’s," she said.

"I’ll have Mo Jun fetch them tomorrow," he laughed as he held her tighter.

...

Back at Shuiyunjian, as soon as they entered the villa, heavy rain began to pour, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Such intense momentum, it seemed to drown the city.

Sheng Qianchi directly carried Gu Jiayin into the dining room, the dishes still neatly laid out on the table.

He placed her on a chair, took a wet towel and carefully wiped her hands clean, "Eat."

Gu Jiayin looked at the dishes on the table, unlike Sister Li’s cooking, "You made this?"

"Yes," Sheng Qianchi had set up the tableware for her, always carrying a smile on his lips, "I’ll cook for you whenever I have time in the future, hmm?"

Since she decided to return to him, Gu Jiayin didn’t have any awkwardness or contrition, she naturally picked up the chopsticks and started eating, "Where are Sister Li and Jiajia?"

"I gave all the servants a holiday, Sister Li took Jiajia out to play," he looked at her picturesque appearance, edged close to her ear, and huskily said, "Tonight, it’s just the two of us at home."

He watched her face instantly turn red, even her earlobes were flushed.

Sheng Qianchi slowly curved his lips into a satisfied smile, taking the opportunity to kiss her ear, the hot breath spraying into her ear canal.

"Wife," he called her that way, "what kind of wedding do you like?"

Wedding?

Gu Jiayin paused, not daring to look at him, lowering her head to look at the dish in her bowl.

His cooking was really delicious, outshining even the chefs in five-star hotels.

He truly was an unparalleled man; probably every woman who met him would want to marry him.