CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: MAKING ME UNHAPPY IS NOT A WISE CHOICE

He scolded gently, a mix of indulgence and mockery, "What a stubborn woman." His warm fingertips caressed her soft cheek, "A woman like you really makes a man both love and hate you to the point of wanting to utterly destroy you."

Destruction implies conquest. A man as arrogant as him desires nothing more than to conquer a woman so stubborn and alluring.

Gu Jiayin did not want to engage in such an intimate act with him in front of so many people. Just as she was about to resist, his voice sounded by her ear, low and hoarse, seemingly flirtatious yet inherently a warning, "Provoking my displeasure now is not a wise choice."

Gu Jiayin, "..."

Indeed, not wise.

At this moment, if he saves her, she can ascend to the skies, but if he tramples her, she can only sink into the mud.

Lu Xiya stood off to the side, wanting to step forward and say something, but Mo Jun reached out a long arm and pulled her further away, "Miss Lu, Young Master Chi doesn’t like to be disturbed when pursuing a woman."

"?" Lu Xiya looked at Mo Jun in surprise, "You’re saying Young Master Chi is pursuing Jiayin?"

Such a man would pursue a woman? If he wanted a woman, he could get one with just a beckoning finger.

Mo Jun’s lips curved with an indiscernible smile, his voice low and drawn out, "Has Miss Lu ever seen in the news that Young Master Chi put on such a grand display for any woman before?"

Lu Xiya, "..."

Sheng Qianchi pursuing Gu Jiayin, then what about Pei Nianchen...

Lu Xiya felt that the situation was so complicated she couldn’t make sense of it at all.

In Gu Jiayin’s silence, Sheng Qianchi laughed slowly and softly, took off her already soiled trench coat, then took off his own and put it on her.

The man’s trench coat was large, wrapping around Gu Jiayin’s slender body like a robe, the clean, fresh scent of a man surrounding her.

Sheng Qianchi was only wearing a thin black shirt underneath, yet in the chilly spring air, he showed no sign of cold, remaining handsome and imposing.

He pulled up Gu Jiayin’s hand and walked briskly to the group of reporters, his voice was deep and forceful as he spoke, "If you have any questions, ask them now, and I will answer them all clearly. If I see any media outlets writing nonsense tomorrow, don’t blame me when you go out of business."

The reporters looked at each other, not daring to ask anything for a long while.

Sheng Qianchi was patient, looking coldly at the group of reporters, exuding a sense of dominance from on high.

Finally, a braver male reporter asked the first question, "Young Master Chi, may I ask what your relationship with Gu Jiayin is?"

Sheng Qianchi looked at the male reporter as if he were an idiot, "Are you blind or just stupid?"

He hooked his arm around Gu Jiayin’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, "Isn’t it clear enough? She’s naturally my woman, Sheng Qianchi’s woman."

The male reporter lowered his head after being scolded, and another female reporter followed up, "But you’re engaged to Qin Yishu, aren’t you?"

Sheng Qianchi turned to the female reporter, curling his lips slightly as if smiling, but his words were cold and sarcastic, "Did you forget to bring your brain when you left the house?"

Seeing the female reporter biting her lip in grievance, he continued, "Qin Yishu and I have already called off the engagement. In the future, we’ll each marry whoever we wish, and it doesn’t concern each other. Or do you all think that once I, Sheng Qianchi, get engaged, I can never break it off?"

Reporter, "But today Mrs. Sheng announced publicly that Qin Yishu is her most satisfactory choice for a daughter-in-law?"

Sheng Qianchi, "Can Mrs. Sheng replace me at the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate?"

Reporter, "Will you marry Gu Jiayin then?"

Sheng Qianchi, "Since when do I have to report to you about which woman I marry?"

Reporter, "..."

The space fell into a deathly silence, a strong oppressive feeling loomed over the crowd.

Half a minute later, another reporter spoke, "It’s said that you spent a hundred million at an auction to purchase Gu Jiayin, does that mean she was a plaything for rich men before?"

Sheng Qianchi’s deep, sharply defined eyes suddenly erupted with a violent aura, like two ice swords stabbing into the questioning reporter. He fixed his gaze on the reporter for a full five seconds before speaking in a deep voice, "Do you think that I, Sheng Qianchi, am the type to pick up used shoes?"

It’s implied, a man as noble as he is, would never pick up something used, so naturally, Gu Jiayin is not a plaything.

He stared at that reporter, his oppressive aura seemed to warp the space, "Licheng City is a society governed by law. Is there any auction organization in the city daring to auction off people? Is it that you’re deliberately spreading rumors? Or just listening to hearsay? I think it’s necessary to invite you to the police station to cooperate with an investigation thoroughly!"

The reporter was immediately frightened and weakened at the knees, "No, no, no, Young Master Chi, I was speaking nonsense, please don’t be upset."

Sheng Qianchi naturally wouldn’t fuss over a small character like him; he just wanted to use this as a warning to others, "Remember this well, if I hear or see such rumors again, don’t blame me for not being courteous."

The space fell back into silence, even the light breathing seemed cautious.

His cold gaze swept over the group of reporters, as if a high-seated emperor pointing out the future in a grand blueprint, "Any more questions?"

The reporters all shook their heads. In face of such a menacing presence, who dared to ask anything more?

Sheng Qianchi smirked satisfactorily, "Very well, I’ve answered everything you needed, write tomorrow’s article wisely."

After saying that, he turned to look at the fans standing to the side. Most of them were young people under twenty, fervently idol-worshiping, many had dyed hair in yellow or red.

Sheng Qianchi frowned slightly, he never thought that one day, with his noble stature, he would converse with such a crowd.

But today, he held his temper and spoke again, "Do you all have anything to ask?"

Though just a rabble, voices of the people can’t be ignored, and needed to be handled properly.

Fans were much bolder than reporters. Those fervently pursuing idols were sometimes fearless.

A boy with dyed yellow hair took a bold step forward, "Young Master Chi, Gu Jiayin stole our Sister Xueyao’s fiancé, leaving Sister Xueyao’s child fatherless, how do you account for that?"

Sheng Qianchi sneered, his lip curled sarcastically, his eyes icy with not a trace of warmth, his voice colder, "Didn’t your mother teach you to think before you speak when giving you pocket money?"

He suddenly kicked out and sent the boy flying, watching him curl up in pain on the ground, reprimanding coldly, "How could my woman, Sheng Qianchi’s woman, possibly go rob someone else’s fiancé?"

Such overbearing words were unreasonable but absolutely made sense. As Sheng Qianchi’s woman, what wouldn’t she have? Why would she need to steal another’s man?

Other fans were momentarily speechless. This group just foolishly wielded some flag of justice, but when true reasoning came, they were like headless flies.

Sheng Qianchi swept over the crowd one by one, "Remember this, whatever problem lies between Pei Nianchen and Qin Xueyao is their business. If anyone drags my woman into it again, expect to go to the police station awaiting my libel charges."

Saying this, Sheng Qianchi extended his hand, and Mo Jun immediately understood, handing over a freshly printed, high-definition 360-degree photo.