CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 174: "LOWER" ON YOUR LEFT CHEEK, "DESPICABLE" ON YOUR RIGHT CHEEK

Gu Jiayin stared at Sheng Qianchi’s face, not speaking for quite a while.

Then she slowly curled her lips, a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, but it didn’t reach her eyes, "Sheng Qianchi, do you know what two big words are written on your face?"

Sheng Qianchi said nothing, just watched her. He knew she had nothing pleasant to say to him, but he was very interested in waiting for her to speak.

She said, "Your left cheek says ’despicable,’ and your right cheek says ’bastard.’"

She was calling him a despicable bastard.

Although he wasn’t really angry with her, Sheng Qianchi put on a front to maintain his dignity. A man like him, getting kicked, beaten, and bitten by a woman was one thing, but being repeatedly called a shameless bastard was another; if he didn’t show some attitude, she’d definitely dare to go even further.

So, he suddenly put away his smile, glanced at her indifferently, and got up to leave.

That resolute figure seemed like he was truly cutting ties with her.

Gu Jiayin: "..."

Wasn’t he supposed to have a super thick skin? How did she manage to insult him away so quickly?

After a few seconds’ pause, she suddenly got up and chased after him.

If he really turned his back and ignored her from now on, she could forget about getting Twilight Manor back.

By the cashier’s counter, she saw the tall, jade-like man holding a black wallet, waiting for the cashier to process the bill.

She walked over, standing next to him, wanting to say something, but he didn’t even look at her, just paid the bill and left.

His legs were long and strides large, making it hard for her to catch up. She had to jog to keep up until she reached the underground parking lot.

"Sheng Qianchi," she hurriedly grabbed his sleeve to stop him from getting into the car, "let’s talk."

Sheng Qianchi obliged her wish, halting his action of opening the car door, with a faint hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Miss Gu, don’t you think you’re despicable too, wanting to talk with a shameless man? You clearly know all he wants is to get you into bed, yet you relentlessly pursue him; don’t you think you’re pathetic too?"

Gu Jiayin: "..."

This man’s tongue was sharper than a steel needle.

Before she could say anything, he’d already unceremoniously shoved her aside, opened the car door, and the next second she heard the engine start.

She looked at him through the car window, filled with resentment.

He was always the one clinging to and chasing after her; now that he was suddenly indifferent, she truly felt a bit out of sorts.

At this moment, she really hoped he’d roll down the window and offer her a way out, but he truly seemed to have no intention of paying her any mind, not sparing her a glance, fastening his seatbelt, and reversing to leave the underground parking lot.

She watched his car drive away, mist slowly clouding her eyes with resentment, her chest rising and falling.

She couldn’t see it, but through the rearview mirror, he was watching her. The corners of his lips curled slightly. When she furiously whipped out her nano-tube silk and scratched up his car at that moment, he hit the brakes immediately.

Before getting out of the car, he deliberately put away his smile, replacing it with an icy mask.

He strode over to her, looking down at her flushed face due to anger, "Miss Gu, your shamelessly clinging and anger really disgust me."

He extended two lean fingers, lifting her chin, quite flippantly, "When I gave you a chance, you went on and on pretending; now that there’s no chance, you shamelessly cling. You really are the most ungrateful woman I’ve ever met."

Before she could again whip out the nano-tube silk in fury, he dropped a sentence, "Considering you’ve accompanied me for two months, I’ll give you one more chance; five seconds. If you’re not in the car don’t blame me for being heartless, hm?"

Finished speaking, he turned and left.

Gu Jiayin stood there, gnashing her teeth in anger.

Accompanied him for two months? It was clearly him sleeping on the floor under her bed for two months.

But the man didn’t care at all what her attitude was. Saying he’d give her five seconds meant even an extra second wasn’t given. Once in the car, he started the engine.

At the critical moment, Gu Jiayin sprinted forward, yanked open the car door, and forcibly brought the car to a halt.

Sheng Qianchi maintained a haughty indifference until the woman climbed into the passenger seat by herself. He didn’t spare her a glance, and once she fastened her seatbelt, only then did he restart the car.

Before the car exited the underground parking lot, he tossed over a somewhat helpless sentence, "Really can’t do anything about a clingy woman."

Gu Jiayin: "..."

She truly wanted to bite him to death one bite at a time.

...

The black streamlined world’s limited edition top-tier luxury car weaved through the bustling streets, heading all the way to Shuiyunjian.

The air inside the car was particularly odd.

Silence, awkwardness, discomfort, and an unspoken battle.

Neither was willing to be the first to speak.

On a usual day, Sheng Qianchi feared she’d be unhappy and ignore him, but today he was exceptionally reserved.

Several times Gu Jiayin glanced at the man in the driver’s seat from the corner of her eye, and every time he acted as if she were air, or it seemed he was waiting for her to take the initiative to appease him.

She couldn’t help grinding her teeth in annoyance; the damn man was really bringing it on.

The summer afternoon sunlight was unusually abundant, pouring down like gold, brilliant and flowing.

The car entered the shady road in the suburbs, with the scent of flowers and the song of birds, serene and tranquil.

Sunlight filtered through the patchy leaves, casting specks of gold on the ground, and as the leaves swayed, the car windshield also glittered with spots of light, one like jade.

Sheng Qianchi’s peripheral vision occasionally caught sight of the woman tightly gripping the seatbelt beside him, his eyes filled with amusement. Her faint fragrance filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

As the car drove up the mountain road, he finally spoke first, his voice unexpectedly gentle, "Since you left, Sister Li sighs all day and even secretly wipes her tears, while Jiajia’s lost all appetite and has trouble sleeping at night."

He glanced at her slightly, somewhat mournfully, "You really have a cruel heart, abandoning your own man without a second thought, not even coming back to see Sister Li and Jiajia."

Her already awkward heart was further stirred with sourness by these words.

Sister Li and Jiajia...

She gripped the seatbelt tighter, "Did Jiajia lose weight?"

Sheng Qianchi didn’t answer directly, "You’ll know when you see him."

Gu Jiayin fell silent again; she had no means to take back Twilight Manor from Sheng Qianchi, nor to take Sister Li and Jiajia away from him.

To her, he was like the palm of The Buddha’s hand—inescapable.

But damn it, she didn’t hate him that much at all.

The car wound its way up the winding mountain road, and when they reached the spot Sheng Qianchi had blown up before, Gu Jiayin couldn’t help but glance outside the window a few more times.

The road had been repaired, only the newly fixed section stood out sharply in color, easily reminding her of that night.

Remembering how he deliberately tormented her that night, she couldn’t help but glare at him in resentment, quite sarcastically, "Young Master Sheng, if you’re so loaded to the point your money’s burning your pockets, why not donate it to the impoverished disaster areas instead of blowing up and repairing good roads, doesn’t it hurt?"

Sheng Qianchi turned his head in surprise, almost pressing the wrong pedal.