Chapter 54: Weak, Pitiful, Helpless

There was a hint of wickedness in Yan Jingcheng's gaze as he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I actually thought about how to make you cry."

His voice was low and husky, like the drifting pollen of spring, accompanied by a warm breath that spread around her ear. The smile on Gu Mingzhu's face froze for a moment.

This dead pervert, he really has a twisted sense of humor!

Seeing the brightness on the woman's face dimming as quickly as it had appeared, Yan Jingcheng felt a slight release of tension that had been building up over the past few days.

But that smile on Gu Mingzhu's face only froze for a moment before becoming lively again. She leaned closer to Yan Jingcheng's chin, her voice soft and teasing, "Young Master Yan actually missed me so much, why didn't you come find me?"

The woman's breath carried a faint fragrance, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and cunning, with a hint of indescribable mischief.

Yan Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, gripping her wrist with his large hand and pulling her to a corner of the corridor, grinning, "Teasing me?"

The corridor was dimly lit, and Gu Mingzhu stumbled as he pulled her, but she didn't panic.

She leaned against the wall, tilting her face up to look at Yan Jingcheng, her lips slightly parted, with a hint of sadness in her voice, "I thought Young Master Yan had found someone else outside, and I was heartbroken for a while..."

As she spoke, Gu Mingzhu's expression became melancholy, and a thin mist appeared in her clear eyes, as if she had an endless grievance.

Yan Jingcheng chuckled, leisurely lighting a cigarette, and said lightly, "You act well."

Gu Mingzhu took a sip of champagne, her eyes downcast in hurt, "Young Master Yan's words are really hurtful."

Yan Jingcheng's gaze darkened, and from his angle, he could clearly see the woman's long eyelashes, each one alluring.

He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

Gu Mingzhu wasn't afraid either, smiling as she looked at him, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a clear and cool light, without any extra affection.

"Too fake," Yan Jingcheng said lightly, with a hint of disdain.

Gu Mingzhu's expression stiffened, her patience wearing thin.

He pushed away Yan Jingcheng's hand, his gaze turning cold, "Yan Jingcheng, if you dare to mess with me, we're not finished!"

Seeing her like an angry cat, Yan Jingcheng's mood inexplicably improved a bit.

He smirked, holding the cigarette in his hand, and said frivolously, "How do you want to play?"

Gu Mingzhu was stunned for a few seconds, gritting her teeth, "I'm saying it's not over!"

Yan Jingcheng took a deep drag from his cigarette, leaning closer to Gu Mingzhu, grinning recklessly, "Oh... then how do you want it to not be over?"

His voice was light, with a lingering tone, carrying a hint of indescribable ambiguity.

Gu Mingzhu looked at the man in front of her with hatred, unable to help but bite her lip.

Yeah, what else could she do?

She was alone and powerless. Even if she wanted to make a move against the Gu family, she had to plan carefully. How could she be this dog of a man's match?

Gu Mingzhu lowered her eyes, her fingertips landing on the lowest button of his shirt, playing with it as she said with a hint of grievance, "I'm so weak, helpless, and pitiful. Besides enduring, what else can I do?"

The woman's fingertips were warm, light, and itchy through the thin shirt, bold and restless.

Yan Jingcheng chuckled, his gaze darkening, "Weak, helpless, pitiful?"

Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Gu Mingzhu wished she could strangle him.

Before she could speak, she saw the man's gaze sweep over her chest, chuckling, "Indeed, weak."