Chapter 7: Seven Years Ago, He Already Wanted to Possess Her

After breakfast, Sheng Qianchi indeed had someone bring over a dozen dresses, with a makeup artist standing by. "Go pick one you like," Sheng Qianchi indicated for Gu Jiayin to choose a dress from the rack. This time, Gu Jiayin did not resist, obediently walking to the rack, quickly pulling down a red, silky dress. Sheng Qianchi sat quietly on the sofa watching Gu Jiayin, remembering that she used to love white. Back then, she was so much like a pure and flawless goddess. Gu Jiayin did not pay much attention to Sheng Qianchi's expression, took the dress, and went into the room. Yes, she used to love white, but at the age of sixteen, she vowed never to wear white again, switching to the red she once hated. Because that year, she lost her dear brother, Gu Yachen. To this day, her brother was the man who doted on her the most in the world. He said she was the most beautiful in white, but she lost him; no man in this world was worthy of seeing her in white. Red would constantly remind her of the blood-colored hatred. Gu Jiayin was naturally beautiful and didn't need much makeup, nor did she like makeup, so after changing into the dress, she only applied light makeup before coming out. The red dress swayed, her long hair styled up, skin white as snow, features exquisite, her figure slender and tall, exuding a cold and sacred aura. Sheng Qianchi was facing the window, making a call, and when he turned his head and saw Gu Jiayin, he was instantly stunned. She seemed to possess powerful magic, attracting all his sensory nerves. He froze in place, maintaining his phone posture. He heard the sound of his heartstrings being played, like a gentle breeze over a harp. "Young Master Chi, are you still on the call?" After a long while, the person on the other end asked cautiously. Sheng Qianchi suddenly snapped back, "Okay, let's leave it at that." After saying that, he hung up the phone. Putting away his phone, Sheng Qianchi walked over with large strides, took a white coat from the rack, hesitated for a moment, then replaced it with a black one. He already sensed that she didn't like white anymore. As he held the coat to help her put it on, he said, "It's just spring, it's cold outside, better to wear a coat." Gu Jiayin didn't object to the coat, but clearly wanted to keep her distance from Sheng Qianchi, so she reached out and took the coat, wearing it herself. Sheng Qianchi's hand paused mid-air, then naturally withdrew, leaving behind two light words, "Let's go." The servants at the side were somewhat surprised when young Master Chi had ever served someone; his first time serving someone, and he was ignored, yet he wasn't angry. Gu Jiayin paused for two seconds, took a silver bracelet from her bag, and wore it on her right wrist, following Sheng Qianchi out of the yacht. Mo Jun had already prepared the vehicle, and when Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin came out, he stepped forward to open the rear car door, waited for them to sit inside, then closed the door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car. Sheng Qianchi's ride was naturally a world-limited edition top luxury car, extended version, spacious and luxurious back seat, yet Gu Jiayin still felt the space narrow; she was very unaccustomed to being alone with Sheng Qianchi in such a confined space. Honestly, they were not familiar. Sheng Qianchi was originally not designated as the Sheng Family heir; his mother, Gu Shaohu, was his father, Er Sheng Lanzhang's second w. The first wife died of illness, leaving a son named Sheng Yang. Sheng Lanzhang missed his first wife very much. Since childhood, he treated Sheng Yang as the heir, not very fond of Sheng Qianchi. When Sheng Qianchi was born, a fortune teller who was friends with Sheng Lanzhang said the two sons were incompatible, not suitable to be raised together, so Gu Shaohua generously sent her son abroad, always taken care of by servants and bodyguards. Until the age of sixteen, Sheng Yan,g died unfortunately in a car accident; he became the de facto sole heir and was brought back to Licheng City. After returning to the country, he attended the same aristocratic high school as Gu Jiayin. A young master exiled from a rich family, although having no worries about food and clothing, yet presumably living a very tragic life. On the day he enrolled, aristocratic youths all stood at the teaching building windows, watching from afar, wanting to see his fallen state. However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations. Years had passed, but Gu Jiayin still clearly remembered Sheng Qianchi's appearance when she first saw him, standing tall, dignified, and impressive, like a young emperor walking out of the history books. However, they had little interaction, merely passing by each other. In the second month after he returned to Licheng City, the cruise accident happened, so their acquaintance was very short-lived. The car moved along the wide streets of Licheng City. Gu Jiayin looked at this old city through the car window. A bit of nostalgia welled up in her heart. Things have changed; this is probably what it looks like. Licheng City's people regarded pear blossoms as beautiful, with many ornamental pear trees planted along the streets. It was the blooming season of March, and an overnight east wind blew a thousand flowers; the city was covered in white pear blossoms. Looking at the clusters of pear blossoms, like poetry and painting, Gu Jiayin remembered many past events. Licheng City was really beautiful, especially in this season when the pear blossoms were in full bloom. This place once housed her beautiful childhood and teenage years, with her and her Brother Nianchen. Thinking of Pei Nianchen, a trace of long and soft pain etched in her heart. Sheng Qianchi hadn't spoken; his eyes kept faintly locked on Gu Jiayin, his gaze like water waves, slowly flowing. His life, for the most part, was cold. Before the age of sixteen, he lived in a cold mechanical mode, served by servants and protected by bodyguards, never having seen any relatives; he didn't understand what emotions were. Thus, his heart was also frozen. First seeing Gu Jiayin was also in the pear blossom season, back when he had just returned to the country. That day, drizzling rain fell, and she held a floral umbrella, standing quietly by the pond in the school's back garden, waiting for someone. Later, he learned she was waiting for her boyfriend, Pei Nianchen. A sixteen-year-old girl, standing by the water, youthful, beautiful, graceful, like a painting. Beside her, a blooming pear tree, she wore a white dress, complementing the pear blossom scene. He stood by the teaching building's floor-to-ceiling window, watching her and her faint reflection in the water, like appreciating a scenery. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. In those days, the world was filled with pear blossoms, and that girl wore a white dress, long black hair, and when she met, it was like spring rain drenching pear blossoms. Later, Pei Nianchen finally came, quickly ran to her side, put away his umbrella, took the one from her hand, and hugged her into his arms. Subsequently, the two shared an umbrella, slowly leaving. But at that moment, he had no thoughts, nor jealousy, only felt she was beautiful. Such beauty, otherworldly, stood solo amidst aristocratic young ladies. What truly triggered his intent to possess her was during a later group piano class... After that, she engraved herself onto his heart, though it was not love, but a desire to possess. It was this possessiveness that increasingly made him jealous of Pei Nianchen. Seeing him holding Gu Jiayin, he had the urge to kill.