CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: MAKE A SCENE IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN EVEN SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE

"Jiayin, even if you consider the fact that I saved you today, what’s wrong with keeping me company for a few days? I’m not forcing you to do anything, am I?"

Gu Jiayin was indifferent, a few strands of hair stuck to her lips, the crimson and black hues intertwined, extremely enchanting, "If you want a woman to keep you company, there will be thousands who are willing, why insist on one whose heart is elsewhere?"

The woman’s expression and emotions were hidden beneath her hair, creating a surreal feeling, making him think she might disappear with the wind at any moment.

Thus, Sheng Qianchi somewhat rudely brushed aside her hair, and when her beautiful face came into view, he couldn’t help but press his lips against hers, gently rubbing.

The taste of longing blended with the sea breeze.

The desire in his heart was restless, while hers was like still water.

Between him and her, there was only a millimeter of distance, his breath and whispers enveloping her face, his voice so low it seemed like a lovers’ whisper, "Gu Jiayin, are you avoiding me and resisting any contact with me because... you’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me?"

Gu Jiayin stood straight, enduring the teasing warmth of such closeness.

She tried to maintain a calm demeanor, "Sheng Qianchi, you are a cold person, you should understand another cold person. We had a night together, and now you are so close to me, yet my heartbeat remains unchanged. Whether I love you or not, isn’t it obvious?"

In this entanglement, her heart was still as dead water, no ripples, not even disgust, now that’s true indifference.

Inexplicably, anger rose within Sheng Qianchi, like a fire that instantly ignited all the aggressive elements in him, without even brain’s control, his lips suddenly kissed her roughly.

Domineering, wild, with no hint of tenderness, starkly different from the elegance and nobility he showed to others.

As if his dignity had been pricked, or some other indescribable emotion.

In short, at this moment, he wanted to punish her.

He did not love her, nor did he demand that she love him, he just thought it would be good if she stayed by his side, a fixation that began seven years ago.

But when she spoke so directly and coldly about not loving him, it struck a nerve.

Wrapped in the sea breeze, mixed with a tyrannical tenderness.

No matter how he punished her, she showed no response, not even resistance.

Because she knew resistance was futile, so she simply responded with utter indifference.

When a woman has no physiological response under a man’s affection, it undoubtedly feels very frustrating for the man.

Sheng Qianchi was also just a man, an ordinary man, naturally feeling defeated.

The difference may be that his desire for conquest was stronger, so he pulled her into his arms more forcefully, wanting to embed her in his bones, with his lips pressing more intensely, it was not a kiss, but a grinding, even biting.

Time passed in the sea breeze, seemingly long, as long as ten minutes.

But the woman remained unresponsive, quietly like a frozen puppet in the man’s arms.

Finally, Sheng Qianchi reluctantly pushed her away.

Her lips were swollen and moist like a red peach, but her heartbeat showed no sign of quickening at all, no, maybe it did speed up a little, but it was definitely not due to emotion, rather due to shortness of breath.

Yes, she successfully used her coldness and determination to defeat his once burgeoning desire for conquest.

Sheng Qianchi squinted, sighing slightly, "Go eat."

His aggression had dissipated entirely in that long kiss.

Unable to escape, so Gu Jiayin no longer put up a futile struggle, obediently following him into the villa, as she didn’t want to endure such punishment again.

...

It was already afternoon, and Gu Jiayin was truly hungry, she had gotten up too early, ate little, and after going through that episode, her stomach felt empty.

So when Sheng Qianchi placed her at the dining table, she ate quietly, without any emotion.

She had found a way to defeat him, and that was indifference, just like the indifference she showed just now.

A cold person, yet fearing another’s coldness, it’s a bit laughable, but indeed indifference works more effectively than previous resistance.

The quiet lunch continued for ten minutes before Sheng Qianchi finally could not bear it, "Gu Jiayin, if you want to make trouble, make trouble, set the house on fire if you want, just don’t let me see you like this, lifeless and indifferent, hmm?"

Gu Jiayin continued eating her food quietly, her tone calm and slow like a colorless stream,

"Didn’t you say you don’t love me, nor demand my love? Since this is such a cold imprisoning relationship, why do you care if I make trouble or not?"

She gave him a half-smile look, "If you want to kiss, then kiss, I don’t even resist, what’s there to not be satisfied about?"

Sheng Qianchi, "..."

Grinding his teeth no longer sufficed to vent the frustration in his heart.

If he can kiss her freely, but she has no reaction, what’s the difference from kissing a block of ice?

There are many men and women together without love, but physically pleasing each other is naturally expected, yet she...

Is it that he’s spoiled her, or does he really possess no charm in her eyes? Or perhaps, she despised him for forcing her to end things with Pei Nianchen?

On the plane, when he kissed her, she clearly reacted, even if she resisted all along, but just now, she had no reaction at all.

Women’s physiological reactions can indeed be controlled by their psychology, it truly makes sense.

She was determined to be cold towards him, not even giving the most instinctive physical reaction.

He never yearned for love or to be loved, he just took a liking to the woman before him, wanting to possess her, to keep her by his side, he could pamper her, give her everything she desired, while she filled his spiritual and physical loneliness.

Such a simple thing, yet with her, it became so awkward?

The silence stretched for a long time.

Sheng Qianchi’s low, deep voice sounded, "Gu Jiayin, what do you want?"

Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her, then she’d obediently be his woman.

Gu Jiayin swallowed the last bite of food, elegantly drew a napkin, meticulously wiping away the grease at the corner of her mouth, then looked at the frowning man waiting for an answer.

His face was gloomy like a rainy day, while hers was as clear as water, as light as the wind.

What did she want?

In life, what a person desires can change at different stages.

For now, what she wanted most was the Blood Tears Jade and freedom.

But he couldn’t give her either, nor could she speak them out loud.

So, she repeated the same answer as before, "I want love."

Love, he didn’t have it, she knew, so she deliberately mentioned something he couldn’t provide.