CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: GU JIAYIN, MARRY ME

At this moment, Sheng Qianchi’s heart was surging with immense emotion like turbulent waves. He thought she was finally willing to accept him.

Each time he kissed her, he used up all the tenderness of his lifetime.

His body strongly yearned to possess her completely, but he feared she wouldn’t like his dominance, or even get hurt, so he patiently suppressed the overwhelming emotions building up inside.

He looked at the woman’s charming face, softly kissing the corner of her lips, waiting for her response.

However, the moment before, the woman who had been soft and seductive in his arms suddenly went quiet. She closed her eyes, breathing lightly.

He could clearly feel the passion in her body slowly dissipating, the most primal indifference spreading outward.

He suddenly didn’t know what to do.

He watched as she slowly opened her eyes, her jet-black eyes staring at him, her petal-like pink lips parting to utter words that felt like they dragged him into an icy abyss, "Sheng Qianchi, if I give myself to you today, will you never bother me again?"

"...What did you say?" It took him several seconds in a daze to ask this question.

Gu Jiayin, calm as the undisturbed surface of a lake, looked back at the man who was within reach, her words just as devoid of emotion, "You put so much effort into this, nothing else but a desire for my body. If I fulfill that for you today, will you promise never to harass me again?"

All his passion was defeated by her casual words, falling apart like pear blossoms crashing down from branches.

He even let out a low laugh, though the self-mockery in the laughter was too strong, "Is that how you see me?"

She was willing to use her body to exchange for freedom from him.

Could she hurt any more?

Gu Jiayin quietly lay on the sofa, not even caring about the clothes he had already undone, pulling them down herself, revealing her pale, slender shoulders, "Do you want it?"

He wanted her so much that every cell in his body ached, but for her to offer it this way, it felt like a sharp blade cutting deeply into his dignity.

Anger erupted from his body like exploding gunpowder.

He suddenly sat upright, no longer looking at her, grinding his teeth as he ordered, "Put on your clothes."

Gu Jiayin glanced lightly at the man whose facial features were tightly tensed, nonchalantly sitting up, adjusting her clothes, "You didn’t want it, don’t blame me for not giving it to you. If you miss out today, I won’t give you the chance again in the future."

She stood up, slowly walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, "You don’t want to be accused of mistreating a woman, so I’ll accept this house and car, now, please leave. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Gu Jiayin!" Sheng Qianchi, angry beyond measure, forcefully pulled her back onto his lap, pinching her chin, his eyes filled with ominous anger, "Why do you make yourself like this, hmm?"

She rejected his genuine love and instead turned it into a trade-like humiliation, humiliating him while also humiliating herself.

Compared to his agitation, she appeared extremely indifferent, "This has always been the way I am. Yes, I did use you these two months, but I have nothing, and all I can trade with is my body."

"I want your heart!" Sheng Qianchi gritted his teeth, "Is it so bad to stay with me and let me love you?"

He wanted her heart?

Ha!

Gu Jiayin found it particularly funny.

Why do all the men entangled with her claim to want her heart?

Mo Qiyan depended on her mentally, commanding that her heart must not betray him, promising her the position of a second wife, but she knew he had already turned into someone incapable of loving anyone.

Sheng Qianchi initially wanted her body, without demanding her heart, but now that she was willing to give him her body to exchange for freedom, he claimed to want her heart.

Her heart lived seven years ago, given to Pei Nianchen; now, her heart was already dead.

So, if she had to live again with vitality in this life, she would rather hold on to Pei Nianchen. They had a foundation of trust; he resided in the warmest depths of her memory, but she knew they could never be.

So, in this life, she was destined to be alone.

She forced a smile, looking at the man with a tightly furrowed brow, "Sheng Qianchi, you say you love me, but do you know what love is?"

Sheng Qianchi was at a loss for words. Indeed, he did not know what love was, he only knew he wanted her, and if she left him, his heart would ache throughout his entire body.

"That isn’t love; it’s possessiveness. Because you can’t have me, you’re unwilling. If I give you myself today, by tomorrow you wouldn’t even want to look at me."

As she spoke, she began to unbutton herself again, "Today you get everything you want, and tomorrow we will become strangers. If you set me free, I would be eternally grateful."

"Don’t say that!" Sheng Qianchi clutched her hand tightly, not wanting to hear another word from her, "Let’s get married!"

Married.

Those words struck Gu Jiayin’s heart like a boulder falling into the sea.

A man like him actually said the word "marriage."

Mo Qiyan had promised her marriage but only as a second wife, a trusted and mentally dependent concubine, not based on love.

She was unwilling.

Now, Sheng Qianchi promised marriage, but on what basis? He said he loved her; she could believe that, but she did not trust that his love could last or be eternal.

Yes, he was a heartless man, also a lonely man, and the marriage he promised was based on her being able to dispel his loneliness.

In her emotional world, only Pei Nianchen’s promise of marriage was the purest, he loved her, although his body involuntarily strayed from the initial commitment, his heart was pure.

A person like her was destined not to obtain the purest love, so she did not yearn for marriage, it was too distant a topic.

Sheng Qianchi pulled the doting woman tightly into his embrace, his cheek rubbing against her long hair, "Jiayin, marry me."

Without realizing it, his eyes had already become moist, "I cannot articulate what love is, nor do I understand how to define love for you, but I know I love you, truly love you, and I will prove with time that I will never betray the words ’I love you’."

It was as if after experiencing countless storms, he finally let his thoughts settle completely, "Let’s get married."

Silence enveloped the space.

The air seemed to have stopped flowing.

The man least likely to fall in love with any woman spoke of love and promised marriage.

Gu Jiayin quietly nestled in the man’s embrace, blinking her eyes with a rhythmic motion, her long and curled eyelashes casting a shadow on her skin.

She was ethereally beautiful.

Yet her soul seemed to be asleep.

She didn’t know what she was thinking, nor what she needed to do; only this generous embrace made her feel warmth.

Marriage, to her, was like a distant star hanging far in the sky.

Thinking about it felt hollow and bewildering.

"Jiayin, marry me."

He looked down into her eyes, once again solemnly repeating his request.

The tone was firmly resolute.