Chapter 3: Are You Threatening Me?

The man was dressed in a simple and understated white shirt, exuding an air of nobility and deep charisma that seemed to suffocate anyone around him.

At this moment, he leaned against the sofa, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Hearing movement, he took a drag from his cigarette and looked up.

Meeting his gaze, Gu Mingzhu almost took two steps back.

The man's narrow and deep phoenix eyes seemed to be tempered with ice, carrying a hint of cruelty that emanated from his bones, exceptionally cold and ruthless.

Gu Mingzhu hesitated for a moment but eventually recognized him.

Yan Jingcheng?

She spoke slowly, her voice still hoarse with a hint of tenderness, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Jingcheng's eyes were full of mockery as he spoke in a deep voice, "What are you pretending for? You dumped my nephew, and then you dare to come to my bed. Gu Mingzhu, you've got guts!"

Gu Mingzhu froze for a few seconds before noticing the two scratches on his handsome face, now scabbed over with faint blood, particularly striking.

She came to her senses and found it ridiculous.

Well, isn't this world interesting? So, the dog last night was this guy?

Gu Mingzhu sneered, "If Uncle Yan's eyesight is poor, he should see an ophthalmologist. If his brain is damaged, he should see a doctor. He shouldn't do despicable things and then have the nerve to play innocent!"

Yan Jingcheng's pupils were pitch-black, with a hint of rogue charm. "You're quite the player, calling me uncle after calling me daddy."

She looked at Yan Jingcheng and retorted, "What kind of person did I think the Fourth Young Master Yan was? Turns out, you're just a hypocrite hiding behind a façade! I wonder how Yan Mingyuan would feel if he knew his little uncle forcibly slept with his ex-girlfriend?"

Yan Jingcheng chuckled, his narrow eyes dark and cold. "Are you threatening me?"

Meeting his gaze, Gu Mingzhu felt a chill creeping up from her feet, gradually spreading throughout her body.

She forced a smile and said, "I just wonder, if one day Yan Mingyuan and I reconcile, what would I call you?"

Yan Jingcheng chuckled, extinguishing his cigarette butt in the ashtray and approaching Gu Mingzhu.

He firmly grasped her chin, his thin lips parting slightly. "If that day comes, I'll give you a bowl of medicine and throw you into a crowd of men!"

His warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice soft, as if whispering sweet nothings.

But each word was inexplicably cruel, causing Gu Mingzhu's heart to tremble lightly.

She pushed him away, looking at him with a cold smile. "The Fourth Young Master might not be good at anything else, but he's quite good at bullying women."

Yan Jingcheng sat back on the sofa, laughing somewhat mirthfully. "You didn't say that when you were begging me in tears last night."

"You!!!" Gu Mingzhu's face turned crimson with anger, her almond-shaped eyes seemingly filled with tears.

Yan Jingcheng's gaze swept across her face, his eyes darkening slightly.

Undeniably, this woman was stunningly beautiful, like a painting done with bold strokes, and yet like the most delicate and vibrant flower. Her cold and aloof demeanor was like a challenge, while her soft body was enticing. Pure yet seductive, for those wealthy young men seeking excitement, she was like a potent drug.

Gu Mingzhu felt she couldn't gain any advantage with him, so she turned and went back to the bedroom to change clothes, ready to leave.

Before leaving, seeing that this dog of a man was still there, she couldn't help but throw in a couple more barbs, "Fourth Young Master, if you're not leaving, are you waiting for me to pay the tip?"