Sheng Qianchi raised an indifferent eyebrow, clearly displeased with the word "cling," "You were the one who climbed into my bed first."
Gu Jiayin's lips curved in a sly smile, blooming on her face like a flower, seemingly able to charm thousands.
One, two, three... the second hand of time ticked forward thrice in silence.
Suddenly, Gu Jiayin struck, chopping at Sheng Qianchi's face. Looking at his face, she thought it truly deserved a beating.
Sheng Qianchi had not anticipated Gu Jiayin's sudden attack, nor that her moves would be so fierce. As her hand swung towards his face, he clearly felt a rush of wind.
Luckily, he was Sheng Qianchi, a master among masters, otherwise today he'd really have his nose bridge broken by her.
He swiftly reached out and grabbed Gu Jiayin's wrist, his gaze holding a glint of admiration, "It seems you haven't wasted your time at the Suri Royal Police Team."
Gu Jiayin narrowed her eyes slightly, releasing a hint of danger. She didn't utter a word and instead raised her leg, aiming a kick at Sheng Qianchi's most shameful and lethal spot.
This time, it was evidently even more unexpected for Sheng Qianchi. Who would have thought a woman as beautiful as a flower would casually attack that part of a man?
Of course, it was fortunate he was Sheng Qianchi, reacting swiftly, raising his leg to block Gu Jiayin's kick. This time, his eyes gleamed with anger, "Gu Jiayin!"
That kick, had he not blocked it in time, he would surely have been done for. He did rescue her from the clutches of the Eagle Emperor and spent a night together with her; how could he not be angry at her ruthlessness?
Gu Jiayin paid no heed to Sheng Qianchi's anger, frugal with her words, she continued her attack, each move more vicious, intending to leave Sheng Qianchi utterly defeated.
Under the control of the Suri Royal Family, she had undergone devilish training. Her survival strategy over the years was to eliminate her enemies with the fastest speed, never using two moves for a battle that could be ended in one.
Sheng Qianchi thought Gu Jiayin might have garnered some skills after being a Royal Police for several years, possibly even exceptional ones, but after a dozen moves, he realized this woman was not to be underestimated.
Though she wasn't his match, she could certainly be classified among the strong, even his capable assistant Mo Jun might not be able to defeat her.
Gu Jiayin also realized, fundamentally, she wasn't a rival to Sheng Qianchi, if it weren't for his deliberate mercy, she would certainly have been miserable at this moment.
Yet, she cared nothing for his mercy, was his mercy not just to force her to become his woman?
Unyielding, Gu Jiayin resorted to her trump card.
She suddenly stepped back, made a graceful turn, and instantly swung her right hand, a slender silver thread flew out.
Moving too swiftly, the thread was extremely thin; Sheng Qianchi barely saw what was flying towards him. In the moment of sidestepping, the thread swept across his palm like a dancing dragon, instantly slicing across.
Pain immediately seared through his palm, followed closely by a glaring bloodstain.
A miraculous thread indeed.
Looking again at Gu Jiayin, she had already lowered her right hand and was looking at him proudly.
Sheng Qianchi disregarded the bloodstain on his palm, he was adept in handling, not cutting too deep.
His gaze fell on the silver bracelet on Gu Jiayin's right wrist.
It was an unusual bracelet, just now that silver thread had slid out from it.
Sheng Qianchi was well-experienced, erudite and talented, with a few glances he deduced that the bracelet was woven from specially made silver threads, the weaving technique was considerably unique and pretty.
The silver thread Gu Jiayin swung out was crafted from nanotubes. This material is ten thousand times thinner than a human hair yet a hundred times harder than steel, and it can resist temperatures of several thousand degrees.
Just now that silver thread, in her hand, was sharp as a blade, soft as water, moved like the wind. If said she could use this silver thread to kill, he wouldn't doubt it at all.
Evidently, she was a martial arts expert, the Suri Royal Police were indeed extraordinary.
The admiration in Sheng Qianchi's eyes grew increasingly profound; even he didn't notice, the corners of his lips naturally curled, drawing a faint smile, "I truly underestimated you."
Gu Jiayin was the first person to draw blood from Sheng Qianchi.
Gu Jiayin defiantly raised her chin, her soft lips lightly pursed, "Don't cling to me anymore, or else next time I'll sever your throat."
Sheng Qianchi said no more, the amusement in his eyes overflowed. The woman before him stirred his heart more than she did seven years ago; she wanted no entanglement, yet he suddenly wished to be entangled for a lifetime.
"Jiayin."
At this moment, Pei Nianchen hurried over, reaching close he attempted to grasp Gu Jiayin's hand, but Sheng Qianchi claimed it first.
With one arm shrouding Gu Jiayin's slim waist, Sheng Qianchi looked icily at Pei Nianchen, "Mr. Pei shouldn't be in the hall finishing the wedding? Or, do you want your child to grow without a father?"
Pei Nianchen, perpetually arrogant, but if the person before him were not Sheng Qianchi, he would have acted; as an ultimate warrior, he is accustomed to solving problems through force.
His eyes coldly swept over Sheng Qianchi's face, finally landing on Gu Jiayin, "Jiayin, we need to talk."
Seven years unseen, a life-and-death reunion, he had so much he wanted to say to her.
"Fine."
Gu Jiayin agreed without hesitation, firstly wanting to shake off Sheng Qianchi, secondly needing to have a few words with Pei Nianchen, because they once loved each other, more so because today she disrupted his wedding.
Gu Jiayin turned to leave, yet Sheng Qianchi tightly held her waist, preventing her escape, she looked up angrily, her eyes a warning glancing at Sheng Qianchi's face.
Sheng Qianchi also knew it was impossible not to let Gu Jiayin get even a word with Pei Nianchen, things need closure somehow.
Thus, he curled his lips slightly, evilly whispering to Gu Jiayin's ear, his tone hoarse and seductive, "Don't get too close to him, hm?"
His voice was only audible to them, but the action appeared flirtatious to outsiders, thus Pei Nianchen's emotions were nearly at the last breakpoint.
If not for his guilty conscience, he would have already unleashed all his fury, taking Gu Jiayin back, yet due to Qin Xueyao's involvement, his confidence was slightly lacking.
The corner of his eyes glimpsed Pei Nianchen's tightly clenched fists, a hint of mockery slid through Sheng Qianchi's eyes, then he released the woman in his embrace.
Gu Jiayin freed herself from Sheng Qianchi in disgust, glanced at Pei Nianchen, turned and walked outside.
Pei Nianchen cast a deep glance at Sheng Qianchi, then quickly followed her.
...
In the morning, white clouds gradually shaded the sun; by noon, rain unexpectedly began to fall.
Spring rain like threads, densely woven obliquely, the pear blossoms blooming on the streetsides even more tender and dripping.
In the presidential suite of Luoli Hotel, Gu Jiayin stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the fine rain outside, silent, her eyes peripherally capturing Pei Nianchen's expression.
The space was quiet, only the faint sound of fine rain outside resonating.
Pei Nianchen stood beside Gu Jiayin, quietly gazing at her for a long time, still unable to quite believe that she had returned.
Dead for seven years, she had returned alive.