CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: ACTUALLY, YOU LIKE ME

Reaching the second floor, Sheng Qianchi directly input the password and entered Gu Jiayin’s bedroom.

She had already showered and was ready for a nap. After sleeping very little last night, she was truly tired at the moment. Anyway, trapped on the island with nothing to do, she might as well indulge in a good rest.

Glancing at the woman already lying under the covers, Sheng Qianchi naturally said, "Go ahead and sleep, I’ll be in the study, just across the hall. If you need anything, feel free to call me at any time."

His casualness made it seem as if they were an old married couple.

After saying that, he retreated and closed the door gently.

It wasn’t until the room became quiet again that Gu Jiayin came back to her senses, as if everything just now was a dream.

The man had entered her room without knocking and spoke those words so naturally, then left just as naturally.

He didn’t show a hint of courtesy or embarrassment.

Seeing him like that, it was clear her previous words had little effect—he still intended for her to be his woman.

Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes to sleep.

This was his domain, and she and her people were imprisoned here by him. Whatever he intended, she couldn’t resist. But proud as he was, he had always looked down upon forcing a woman, so she was safe at any time.

She thought that since she was so tired, she would fall asleep quickly, but after lying there with her eyes closed for a long time, she still couldn’t sleep.

With something weighing on her mind, sleep was elusive.

So she sat up, took out her phone, unlocked it, and browsed carefully. Still, there was not a single call or message.

Pei Nianchen, today’s news was earth-shattering, yet he didn’t utter a single word. Was he grounded by Pei Keqian or was he succumbing to pressure, deciding to completely cut ties with her?

No matter what, she had already succumbed to Sheng Qianchi’s pressure and decided to break up with him.

Separated for seven years, reconciled for two days, and then breaking up—it’s laughable when you think about it.

But no matter how laughable it is, a breakup should still have a closing statement, shouldn’t it?

After hesitating for a while, she took the initiative to call Pei Nianchen’s number.

However, there was only the mechanical, cold prompt: Sorry, the number you dialed is switched off.

Switched off, he actually switched off his phone...

Gu Jiayin slightly curled her lips, a mocking curve at the corners of her mouth.

Three seconds later, she tossed her phone aside, burrowed back under the blanket, and closed her eyes.

Fine, if Pei Nianchen wants to cut it off from now on, let it be. Whether there’s an ending speech or not isn’t such a big deal, at most it would only hurt for a moment.

...

Seven years of training allowed her to pick up and put down easily. Once she figured it out, she was at peace, and thus she slept soundly.

When she awoke, the sunset was picturesque.

Opening her eyes, she found the handsome man lying beside her. She could even feel his sharp, clean breath through the air, spreading across her face.

He was actually sleeping on her bed!

Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping long, because he was shallowly asleep. As soon as she woke up, he also opened his eyes.

Compared to her shock and anger, he seemed very natural, calmly greeting, "Awake?"

Gu Jiayin pressed her lips together and didn’t answer.

Glancing again at the bed, she found that he hadn’t covered himself with her quilt but had taken one of his own.

Though sharing the bed, having separate quilts made her feel a bit better.

Sheng Qianchi suddenly laughed, as if they hadn’t argued at noon, and she hadn’t uttered those cold yet seemingly philosophical words.

"What’s with that expression? I didn’t even touch you."

Besides being angry with him, Gu Jiayin was also a bit angry with herself. She was normally very vigilant, so why, in front of this man, did she always lack some kind of defensive ability?

Annoyed, she sat up and pulled away some distance. "Sheng Qianchi, you personally promised not to force me. Why are you sleeping on my bed now?"

Sheng Qianchi also sat up, his expression natural and genial. But beneath the geniality, he couldn’t hide the domineering and assertive attitude of someone in power.

"I did promise, so I didn’t touch you. But you’re nominally my woman now. The whole world knows. If I don’t sleep with you, what will others think?"

Gu Jiayin, "..."

Left speechless.

In fact, some apparent truths still have to succumb to dominance in the face of power.

Sheng Qianchi’s attitude only gave her one feeling: his so-called non-coercion actually only meant not forcing her into a relationship.

In his view, she was already his woman. As for being together, it was only a matter of timing, whether sooner or later.

That determined gaze, like a cage, confined her.

She quietly gazed at him and finally admitted defeat.

Always as wise as snow, she suddenly became somewhat forgetful, unable to remember how she provoked such a terrifying, domineering, and obsessive man.

After pondering, she still resented being schemed against that night. If it hadn’t been for mistakenly barging into his room that night, they would be strangers now.

She never knew that seven years ago, he already had intense possessive thoughts about her.

Thinking of that night, Gu Jiayin bit her teeth hard. She had already guessed who plotted against her that night, and she vowed to return this humiliation to Suri someday.

Her chin was suddenly gripped, and in the next second, her face was turned to meet the man’s deep, dark eyes. His words slowly flowed over, "Sitting on the same bed with me, how dare you space out? Who are you thinking about?"

His words were asked casually but were evidently displeased. He seemed to subjectively and naturally assume that she was thinking about Pei Nianchen.

Too lazy to explain, Gu Jiayin pushed his hand away without any emotion, intending to get out of bed to wash up and change her clothes. But her indifference, which was neither stormy nor calm, once again angered this man.

In his cognitive view, silence equated to consent.

He suddenly clasped her wrist, pulling her back forcefully. Immediately following, he leaned in and pressed her down, raining kisses upon her.

Jealousy, possessiveness, are emotions every normal man has, and Sheng Qianchi was undoubtedly a normal man. Moreover, his jealousy was even stronger. This jealousy had been growing in his heart for seven years.

Once it erupted, it was unstoppable.

So, his kisses were overwhelming, as if trying to force Pei Nianchen out of her heart.

Through the thin layer of the nightdress, Gu Jiayin actually couldn’t maintain a detached demeanor.

At noon, it was merely a matter of timing.

In that high place, amidst the strong sea wind, in the biting spring cold, his breath was scattered. She could exert strong willpower to force herself into indifference.

But at this moment, on the bed, surrounded by this man’s forcefulness, with him filling her vision and his breath enveloping her entirely, she couldn’t maintain that indifference.

Because she was also a normal woman.

So, in the end, she was kissed until her cheeks were flushed and her heart raced.

This reasoning, Sheng Qianchi seemed to grasp as well, so he pressed his thin lips against her ear and laughed lowly, "Jiayin, actually your body likes me."