Chapter 44: I Hold Grudges

The man's fingers were slender and beautiful, and the way he buttoned up his jacket was filled with a unique tenderness.

Gu Mingzhu couldn't help but silently admire.

It was a pair of beautiful hands, long and clean, with well-proportioned bones and nails painted with a light pink gloss, neatly trimmed.

They didn't seem like hands that held knives; they looked more like hands that played the piano. It was hard to imagine the fierce look he had when he threw the knife earlier.

The private room fell into an unusual silence. Following his hand upwards, Gu Mingzhu could clearly see the man's perfect jawline.

But her gaze didn't want to move any higher.

Because no one knew better than her how tempting his face was.

Gu Mingzhu always felt that if the Yan family were to go bankrupt someday, Yan Jingcheng, with that face of his, would probably never starve.

She stared at his chin, thinking mischievously that his face wouldn't look so good if it were hit and deformed.

After Yan Jingcheng finished buttoning up, he slowly withdrew his hand and said lightly, "What are you looking at?"

At his words, Gu Mingzhu glanced at him and then looked away, clearly ignoring him.

She turned her body away from him, her eyes staring blankly towards the hallway, her lips pursed. If she could, she'd probably write on her face: I hold grudges!

Yan Jingcheng chuckled lightly, checked his watch, and then opened the door to call for A Zhao, "Escort her home."

"Yes."

After saying that, Yan Jingcheng glanced back at Gu Mingzhu. She was still standing there, looking indifferent, silent as if sulking with someone.

He chuckled at the sight, his gaze sweeping over the jacket on her.

The suit was much bigger on her, and the low neckline that had been torn couldn't be completely covered. Paired with her cold eyes and eyebrows, there was an indescribable allure, making one impatient to see more.

Sensing his gaze, Gu Mingzhu pulled the jacket backward, covering herself up tightly.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Damn him, lecher!

He better never fall into her hands!

"Miss Gu, please." A Zhao stepped forward, speaking in a deep voice.

With a cold face, Gu Mingzhu walked past Yan Jingcheng, her almond eyes cold and aloof, not even sparing him a glance.

At that moment, A Zhao's phone rang. He answered it, then walked back to Yan Jingcheng and whispered something.

Yan Jingcheng's expression remained unchanged as he said in a deep voice, "Go handle it."

"Yes."

After that, A Zhao and his men turned and left.

For a moment, only Yan Jingcheng and Gu Mingzhu were left in the corridor. Yan Jingcheng looked at Gu Mingzhu, feeling that when this woman needed something from you, she'd be all sweet words, like she didn't cost a thing.

But once she got what she wanted, don't expect her to give you a good look ever again.

Truly materialistic and cold-hearted.

Yet, inexplicably, he didn't find her repulsive.

Shaking off his thoughts, Yan Jingcheng said, "I'll drive you."

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhu frowned, resisting in her heart, "No need."

Yan Jingcheng glanced at her and said lightly, "What?"

His gaze was indifferent, with a hint of coldness. It wasn't as fierce as before, nor did it carry any extra emotion, but it sent a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.

Gu Mingzhu bit her lip. The words 'no need' echoed in her mind countless times, but she dared not say them out loud.

She looked up with misty eyes and said seriously, "I didn't say anything."

Yan Jingcheng laughed. She was truly a master at talking nonsense with her eyes wide open!