CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: I’M GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO RETURN TO ME ANYTIME, FOREVER

Boya City isn’t a place just anyone can afford to live. Though it’s not a villa district, the prices are even higher than villas.

Everyone living here are the top elites of Licheng City.

Sheng Qianchi having a house here is only normal.

In response to Gu Jiayin’s surprise and inquiry, Sheng Qianchi didn’t reply, instead he directly pulled her hand and led her into the elevator.

Gu Jiayin momentarily didn’t know what this man intended to do, so she followed silently. She watched as the elevator numbers turned to "8," and with a "ding," the doors opened.

Being pulled along the way by the man, they passed through the bright, clean corridor covered with marble floors, and arrived outside a door.

A person with an eye for things would know that just this door alone is worth a fortune.

Sheng Qianchi entered the password and opened the door, "Go in and see if you like it?"

Gu Jiayin stood still, only peering inside. Just standing at the entrance and looking in made it feel like entering a palace.

"Why did you bring me here?" The defensiveness in Gu Jiayin’s heart was still intense.

Sheng Qianchi glanced at the woman who seemed ready to escape at any moment, chuckled softly, pulled her in and closed the door.

Inside the room, it felt even more luxurious.

Tall ceilings, spacious halls, every inch of decoration resembled the splendor of a palace, every piece of furniture exuding regal elegance.

About five hundred square meters.

Sheng Qianchi elegantly sat on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his handsome features mingling in the smoke with a unique sensuality, "How is it, do you like it?"

Gu Jiayin withdrew her gaze from the tall pillars, her tone calm, "Does my liking your house matter?"

Sheng Qianchi chuckled, flicked the ash, and pulled a red booklet from a drawer under the coffee table. On the cover were three gold-embossed characters: Property Certificate.

He handed her the property certificate, "This house is yours now."

Gu Jiayin suddenly frowned, picked up the certificate to look at it, surely seeing the column with "Gu Jiayin" written on it, "You’re giving it to me?"

"Yes." Sheng Qianchi answered softly, "Weren’t you accusing me of mistreating women last night?"

Gu Jiayin, "..."

This man truly is...

In fact, he didn’t mistreat her; he hadn’t had her for a single night, yet he pampered her every day, gifting her a gem worth twenty million. In reality, she’d conned him out of fifty million, and he even gave her a piece of ancient art worth one hundred million.

This house is worth at least one hundred million.

Though she’s become a bit greedy lately, she never expected so much from him.

Just as she was about to refuse, the man tossed over a set of keys, "The new car I bought for you is downstairs, have a look yourself."

Gu Jiayin walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, seeing a car parked on the lawn that every woman in the world would dream of.

The model he gifted her has only ten units worldwide.

Without realizing it, the man had already extinguished the cigarette and came up behind her, encircling her waist with his long arms, whispering softly in her ear, "Satisfied?"

Gu Jiayin didn’t speak, her gaze dropped for a moment only to see a clear bite mark on his wrist, made by her last night.

This man, so handsome and elegant, even without wealth, merely his appearance would drive women to him like moths to a flame, let alone his willingness to lavish money and affection without limits.

Gu Jiayin felt as though a strong hand was pulling her into a whirlpool, and the next second she might drown.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to escape his tenderness.

In her silence, he began kissing her earlobe lightly, his breath gently brushing her cheek like a feather.

Her entire body tingled with a faint current, her resistance to him waning more and more, though if not for a strong mind and willpower, Gu Jiayin reckoned, she might already have succumbed to his embrace.

She compelled herself awake, abruptly turned and shoved both the property certificate and keys into his chest, "I don’t want them."

With that said, she turned to leave, terrified of the clean, cool charm he carried, every second felt like it would consume her.

As they brushed past, her wrist was seized, the man’s rich voice softened the air between them, "What’s wrong, don’t like it?"

"No." Gu Jiayin lowered her gaze, not withdrawing her hand, "You said it yourself, I haven’t even slept with you, what reason do I have to take your things?"

"Hehehe..."

Sheng Qianchi’s low laugh was like a gentle hand stroking the violin’s last string. He pulled her back to face him, gently pinched her chin, leaning down with forehead against forehead, nose brushing nose.

He enclosed her waist again, drawing her closer, holding her while swaying gently, "Words mad in a fit, why hold a grudge, hmm?"

To outsiders, this man seemed domineering, but in this moment, he was warm like the spring sun, heating the woman in his arms.

"Whether sleeping together or not, you’re the woman I love; I give you the permanent chance to return to me anytime."

Gu Jiayin leaned back, wanting to avoid the breaths of this man, for his tenderness was a dangerous poison to her body.

Her body increasingly craved his goodness.

She didn’t understand why she felt this way, clearly wanting the opposite.

Could it be the bitterness endured over seven years made her instinctively yearn for such pampering and tenderness?

But she couldn’t escape, move an inch, and he’d follow an inch.

Eventually, her waist curved into a large arc, and if not for the man’s support, she would have fallen backward.

In this position, his lips met hers.

Tender and entwined, domineering and lingering.

Instinctively, she clung to his shoulders.

Perhaps the sunlight was too warm, or perhaps the environment was particularly tranquil, she forgot to resist.

He grew increasingly engrossed in the kiss.

Tracing along her lip line inch by inch, moving to the forehead, corner of the eye, tip of the nose, ear, journeying down to her neck.

Kissed with focus and emotion.

At some point, he’d lifted the woman softened like jelly onto the sofa, pressing her down in unrelenting pursuit of the kiss.

The woman beneath him grew more and more lost, and he increasingly desired more, so while kissing her, he reached to unbutton her collar.

He pressed her into his arms, murmuring softly in her ear, "Here, or to the bed?"

Though they shared one romantic night, this was to be their official first time, he wished not to make her endure on the sofa, unless she preferred it.