Chapter 39: Stubbornness Lasts Only Three Seconds

Yan Jingcheng seemed unhurried, his head lowered as he fiddled with his phone, likely replying to a message.

Gu Mingzhu stood up and moved closer to him, earnestly massaging his shoulders. "Young Master Yan, are you tired?"

Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and her delicate hands, though weak, created a tingling sensation. This made Yan Jingcheng's gaze darken slightly.

As she massaged, Gu Mingzhu berated herself internally.

She was so weak! Her stubbornness lasted only three seconds!

But what could she do? She hadn't settled matters with Zhang Zhihong, and now her dealings with Yang Shihao had been exposed. Since meeting this man, she had always been led by him.

Gu Mingzhu thought to herself, he truly was her nemesis!

Putting away his phone, Yan Jingcheng glanced at her with a smirk. "Not afraid I'll kill you?"

Coming back to her senses, Gu Mingzhu replied softly, "I'm not afraid. I've thought it over. I can't bear to be away from you, Young Master. The thought of never seeing you again tears me apart."

Ignoring her attempt to massage his shoulders, Yan Jingcheng reached out and pulled Gu Mingzhu into his arms.

Pinching her chin, he teased, "So fond of me, are you?"

Gu Mingzhu blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded vigorously.

"Very fond, extremely fond. I want to claim you as mine, make you belong only to me. I get jealous at the mere thought of others looking at me. Young Master, such a perfect man, who wouldn't love you?"

Her voice was soft and sincere, spouting out a stream of insincere sweet words without hesitation.

Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Yan Jingcheng laughed heartily. Despite his harsh demeanor, there was a hint of casualness in his laughter, as if he was in a good mood.

Strangely enough, this woman, despite her lies and superficiality, had clear, pure eyes, like they had been washed by spring water, cold and clear. When she looked at you seriously, it felt as though those eyes held countless stars, making one's heart soften.

"I'm petty," Yan Jingcheng said with a cold smile, his narrow eyes showing a hint of cruelty.

Gu Mingzhu felt like crying, thinking this was her self-inflicted misfortune.

She glared at him indignantly. "Who said that? Young Master Yan is upright and righteous! With both magnanimity and kindness. Who would dare to say such a heartless thing? Have they lost their conscience?"

Yan Jingcheng glanced at her with a faint smile.

Seeing he wasn't relenting, Gu Mingzhu looked at him with teary eyes and pleaded, "I know I was wrong... Even if something big happens next time, I'll put you first, okay? Don't be angry with me..."

Her eyes were dull, and her beautiful face looked as if it had been frosted over, truly pitiful.

But Yan Jingcheng saw through her. She wasn't a delicate flower but a poisonous rose with thorns.

However, there was no denying that even though he knew she never spoke the truth, he was still somewhat pleased by her words.

After a long silence, Gu Mingzhu grew impatient. She glared at him and said with frustration, "I don't care, just promise me you won't help Yang Shihao and Zhang Zhihong!"