CHAPTER 159: CHAPTER 159: SHENG QIANCHI, CAN YOU CONTROL YOUR WOMAN?

Sheng Qianchi thought it over. If she’s determined to see him, then let her see him. Lan Yue risked his life to save her. If he stubbornly refused, she would definitely hate him.

Although it made him uncomfortable and even full of jealousy, she was his woman and wouldn’t run away. Lan Yue shouldn’t dream about it in his next life.

Gu Jiayin, as smart as snow, could clearly hear the man’s tone of concession, so she seized the opportunity, "Of course I want to see him. He got injured saving me, am I supposed to be so ungrateful as to not even meet him?"

"Alright, as you wish." Sheng Qianchi put down the hand that was pinching his brow and opened his eyes to look at the woman beside him, who had softened, "Now, do you still have a reason to quarrel with me?"

Gu Jiayin pouted, "No."

Sheng Qianchi chuckled and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Then go back and make dinner for me. Satisfy my appetite so I’ll be in a good mood, and then I’ll arrange for you two to meet, hmm?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he added, "If you serve me liver again tonight, you’re doomed, hmm?"

Gu Jiayin held back a laugh, "Alright."

Seeing the woman finally stop causing trouble and making him angry, Sheng Qianchi slowly curved his lips into a gentle smile. He leaned over and rested his head on her lap, "Give me a massage, I have a headache."

He really did have a headache. Having lost too much blood, his body was weak, and anger had driven him to step onto the stage and carry her all the way, which took a lot of effort.

Insufficient blood supply to the brain.

Gu Jiayin had no objections, her soft little hands pressed on either side of his temples, gently kneading.

Mo Jun, sitting in the driver’s seat, saw that the pair had finally cleared the air, and couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head as he started the car.

...

Back in Boya City, Sheng Qianchi, dizzy, sat on the living room sofa to rest while Gu Jiayin went to the kitchen to make dinner for him, and Mo Jun was dismissed.

At this moment, night fell, and the city lights were coming on.

The living room windows were open, and a cool breeze gently blew in.

Sheng Qianchi leaned against the sofa, his eyes constantly fixed on the direction of the kitchen, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Having a woman move into his heart, and then his home, this feeling was so good that even arguing was sweet.

In the quiet room, the phone’s ringtone echoed. He lazily picked it up and glanced at the screen, seeing Chi Ye’s name, he answered, "Hello?"

His voice was extremely lazy, with a faint sense of satisfaction.

Chi Ye was obviously angry, "Sheng Qianchi, can you control your woman, stop taking Xiya to those places, and dancing those kinds of dances, alright?"

They could become friends who’d risked their lives for each other for a reason. In terms of possessiveness over women, neither was inferior to the other.

Lu Xiya’s explosive dance performance on the peninsula deeply angered Chi Ye.

But unlike Sheng Qianchi, he couldn’t just jump in and carry Lu Xiya away.

When the Lu Family was in decline, he didn’t dare openly help her, fearing her resolute rejection, so he maneuvered in secret, arranging for her to perform piano at Blue Night.

Though it was to please others, it was a kind of noble performance with an artistic air.

Everyone knew Lu Xiya was the flower of Blue Night. With Blue Night’s protection, no one with a brain dared to offend her.

Today, seeing Lu Xiya in such a sullied environment, dancing such a seductive dance, deeply struck the chord of possessiveness in his heart.

Sheng Qianchi could completely understand Chi Ye’s feelings because he was equally full of jealousy, but he wouldn’t allow Chi Ye to speak ill of his woman, so he sneered, "You talk like Lu Xiya is so innocent—who was the one to start it all back then?"

Chi Ye was speechless.

Everyone knew that back then, Lu Xiya was the rebellious and capricious heiress, while Gu Jiayin was obedient and understanding, and it was Lu Xiya who dragged Gu Jiayin to bars to dance raucously.

This bad habit was something Lu Xiya forced onto Gu Jiayin.

In Chi Ye’s silence, Sheng Qianchi disdainfully hung up the phone.

Just then, Gu Jiayin came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a small apron and calling out to him, "Dinner’s ready."

Sheng Qianchi didn’t move; he lazily tossed the phone aside, his sharp gaze fixed on the woman still carrying the scent of cooking. He couldn’t hit or scold her, but he always wanted to do something to make her remember.

Gu Jiayin frowned, "Weren’t you complaining about being starving?"

Sheng Qianchi maintained his position, his handsome face rigid, coldly uttering two words, "Come here."

Gu Jiayin was bemused, but considering he was going to take her to see Lan Yue, she still walked over.

Watching the woman approach, Sheng Qianchi slowly sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, exuding an emperor’s aura akin to commanding his empire.

"Sit down." He ordered as he watched her, his tone deliberately suppressing displeasure and a threatening undertone.

Gu Jiayin didn’t want the newly agreed matter to have any changes, so she obediently sat opposite him, looking up at him, "If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Sheng Qianchi had no intention of showing her any kindness, coldness hanging from every strand of hair, each eyelash below zero degrees, "Don’t you remember what I said before?"

Gu Jiayin pursed her lips, "You’ve said a lot, which one do you mean?"

Sheng Qianchi pressed his lips together and stared at her for a few seconds, speaking again in a cold tone, "Wearing the crown of being Sheng Qianchi’s woman, you must watch your behavior. Dare to dance like that in such a place again, I’ll break your legs!"

Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes, impatiently looking at him, "Do you still want to eat or not?"

The fury in his heart ignited into a blazing flame.

Sheng Qianchi suddenly stood up, his long legs crossing the coffee table, leaning down, trapping Gu Jiayin between the sofa and his arms, "You dead woman, are you pretending not to hear anything I say?"

His hot breath sprayed on her face, causing an inexplicable itchiness that made her instinctively rub her face, "That broken crown has already been taken off, hasn’t it? You’re the one putting labels on me, such robber logic... Mmph!"

This man sure knows how to silence with a kiss.

Gu Jiayin had nowhere to run and ended up receiving a passionate kiss.

When they separated, her lips were moist and red, full and tempting, her eyes hazy with moisture from lack of breath.

The man’s mood finally improved, and he stayed close to her, licking those moist lips, looking alluringly sexy.

His tone was unbelievably gentle, "From now on, don’t dance for others to see. If you want to dance, dance for me, okay?"

Gu Jiayin angrily pushed him away, turning towards the kitchen, "If you don’t eat, I’ll throw it all away."

Sheng Qianchi smiled contently and followed her into the kitchen.

She had thoughtfully cooked him red bean and lily congee, good for strengthening the spleen, moistening the lungs, nourishing blood, and boosting energy; he ate comfortably.

Two bowls of congee later, his mood improved greatly, benevolently saying, "Have a good rest tonight; tomorrow morning I’ll take you to see Lan Yue."

Gu Jiayin decisively rejected, "No, I want to go now."

Sheng Qianchi, "..."

This woman really knows how to push her luck!