Sheng Qianchi stared at Gu Jiayin for a few seconds, clearly not expecting her to dare swear in front of him.
So blunt, so vulgar.
Had he spoiled her too much, or were these wicked traits inherent in her all along?
His gaze flickered suddenly, his mind racing and unable to connect the woman before him with the tranquil, beautiful girl standing under a blooming pear tree with a raincoat and long black hair seven years ago.
Gu Jiayin, however, completely ignored Sheng Qianchi’s shock, feeling instead a sense of revenge satisfaction, as if personally destroying sothing he treasured and hurting him.
She lightly brushed her long hair, raising her charmingly curved chin, her lips forming a beautiful smile, "Haha!" she laughed coarsely, "I’m a crude person."
The air inside the car froze for a mont.
"Haha!" Sheng Qianchi followed her with a wry smile, the amusent spreading from his lips to his eyes, "What a coincidence," he said, "I’m also a crude person."
He turned his head to look ahead at the mountain road, seriously driving, his thin lips moving, each word clear and smooth, "You’re right, ever since I t you, I’ve had ball ache every day."
Such elegance, with such crude tone, "If you don’t want to have ball ache, it’s up to you to relieve it now."
Evidently, this ache was not the sa as that ache.
Gu Jiayin’s triumphant expression from a mont ago instantly turned red.
How could she forget that she could never match his crudeness; he was the ancestor of crudeness while she could only barely touch the edges.
Embarrassed and angry, she swung her small fist and hit him, "Scoundrel!"
Her fist was too firm and hit Sheng Qianchi’s neck, causing him to sharply inhale and lose control of the steering wheel, the car sliding left and right on the mountain road, making a huge S shape.
It nearly drove off a cliff.
Enduring the pain, Sheng Qianchi gritted his teeth to stabilize the car, turning to see Gu Jiayin’s face pale with fright, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Even if you’re eager for us to die together on the sa year, month, and day out of sincerity, you should leave an heir first, hmm?"
At this point, the villa of Shuiyunjian could already be seen ahead of the car. He glanced casually, "Our family lineage reaches my generation as a single heir."
Gu Jiayin glared at him hard, ignoring him.
Soon, the car entered Shuiyunjian.
As soon as she got out of the car, Gu Jiayin spotted a ball of white fur rushing over, and before she could call out "Jiajia," it leaped into her arms.
"Jiajia," Gu Jiayin happily lifted the small Jiajia to her eyes, smiling brightly, "Did you miss ?"
"Woof woof." Jiayin stuck out her little tongue, wagging her fluffy tail to show her joy.
At this ti, Sister Li, hearing the noise, also ca running out of the villa, "Jiayin."
"Sister Li," Gu Jiayin quickly stepped forward and grabbed Sister Li’s hand, "How have you been?"
"Hmm, good." Sister Li nodded, cautiously glancing at Sheng Qianchi, her voice lowered, "Did you make up with Young Master Chi?"
Gu Jiayin pouted, "No, I was forced to this mountain by authority and shalessness."
Sister Li was sowhat bewildered, then looked at Sheng Qianchi, the tall and handso man had already darkened his face, he walked step by step over, looking down at Gu Jiayin, "I didn’t force anyone to co here; rather, soone clung to my car door, shalessly chasing after ."
Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes skyward, staring at the clouds billowing above, calming her emotions, then turned to slant her eyes at the nearby man, her eyes mostly occupied by white, cool and refreshing.
Sheng Qianchi raised his eyebrows, looking helplessly at her, "Amuse yourself, I’m going to the study to handle work, don’t bother before dinner, leave if you want."
Gu Jiayin, "..."
Wasn’t he bringing her to Shuiyunjian to discuss Twilight Manor, why did it suddenly get postponed until after dinner?
However, she truly dared not provoke him now, he held Twilight Manor, he could manipulate her however he wished, she had no power to fight back.
Watching him elegantly stride into the villa, Gu Jiayin stomped angrily, throwing a hard glare at his retreating back.
"Hehe..."
Beside her, Sister Li laughed with squinting eyes.
"Sister Li, what are you laughing at?" Gu Jiayin frowned in dissatisfaction.
Sister Li laughed, inhaling deeply, "Jiayin, do you know what you look like now?"
Gu Jiayin pouted, "Like what?"
Sister Li humorously pointed at her nose, "Like a spoiled and willful little girl, with the words ’acting cute’ written all over your face."
Gu Jiayin, "..."
Do I? Am I acting cute? Clearly, this is seeing him as an enemy, right?
...
Sheng Qianchi indeed shut himself in the study and didn’t co out again.
Gu Jiayin didn’t dare disturb him, all she could do was wait for him to take the initiative to find her.
Bored, she followed Sister Li to the garden behind the villa, with Jiajia happily followed.
The garden had a large grass lawn and an artificial lake, the water in the lake was spring water flowing down from the mountain, clean and clear, with a faint fragrance of soil and mountain grasses.
Sister Li pointed to a vacant plot of land, "Jiayin, I ntioned last ti that a plot of land was reserved for planting flowers, what kind of flowers do you want?"
Gu Jiayin thought for a mont, "Plant Yucca."
Yucca, its flower language is the blossoming hope.
Legend has it that once upon a ti when a phoenix failed to be reborn and without a new body, it attached itself to a nearby plant, then they erged from the soil and blood into Yucca swaying in the wind.
Isn’t she too a phoenix in rebirth?
This is why she likes Yucca very much.
Sister Li nodded happily, "Good, I’ll have workers bring so Yucca over."
An hour later, workers brought dozens of Yucca plants from the foot of the mountain, and Gu Jiayin and Sister Li personally dug the soil and planted them.
A square plot of land, covered in lush Yucca, enriched the entire back garden.
After planting the flowers, Sister Li checked her watch, "I’m going to cook, what do you want for dinner?"
"I like everything you make, Sister Li."
"Alright, I’ll make all your favorite dishes."
After Sister Li left, Gu Jiayin played alone with Jiajia.
The setting sun cast a pale golden light over the grass, and those standing on the grass, it was like the most tranquil pastoral picture.
When Sheng Qianchi turned past the villa and entered the garden, he saw such a beautiful scene.
With his hands in his trouser pockets, he quietly watched for a long ti.
Then, as if rembering sothing, he turned and walked into the garden’s managent room, gently pressing a button.
Soon followed by the woman on the grass crying out in surprise, running to the side, in a panic like a little rabbit being chased by a hunter.
The white little dog beside her also followed, jumping and barking, as if suddenly attacked.
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