After sending Yang Mingming home, Mrs. Yang was very grateful to him.

"Jiahuai, thank you so much," Mrs. Yang said, "She was such a troublemaker. If it weren’t for you, she would have dared to drive home drunk."

"It’s what I should do," Gu Jiahui said.

Mrs. Yang invited him inside.

After securing the drunken Yang Mingming in her room, Mrs. Yang had the maid pour some tea and chatted with Gu Jiahui.

She had heard that Gu Jiahui’s media company was doing well.

"Why engage in such small business and not join your father’s company?" Mrs. Yang asked.

Gu Jiahui replied, "It’s better to start small and be independent, handling everything myself to gain experience. My father is still young. With him in the company, I wouldn’t have much room to perform.

When he gets older, after I’ve gained ten years of experience in my small company, taking over his large group won’t be difficult and I’ll have credibility."

Mrs. Yang, a housewife, didn’t quite understand these things.

She merely smiled and said, "You are very patient, child. Mingming doesn’t know how to cherish this."

She then told Gu Jiahui that Yang Mingming would be getting engaged, a matter decided by her father and her uncle: "Mingming and I have no say in such significant matters."

Gu Jiahui smiled.

Mrs. Yang continued, "To be honest, the person who’s always been best for Mingming is you."

Gu Jiahui smiled again.

When he left the Yang family home, he felt nauseated, a lingering sensation as though he had drunk too much.

Unable to hold it in, Gu Jiahui pulled over by the roadside.

He leaned over by the roadside, retching several times until he felt a little better in his stomach.

He wasn’t in the right state of mind.

Because of this, he didn’t notice when someone attacked him from behind.

Feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head, Gu Jiahui tried to regain his senses, but a burlap sack was over his head.

In his last moment of consciousness, he asked himself, "Who wants to kidnap me? Do they want money or my life?"

Gu Jiahui fell into a brief coma.

When he came to, he was in a basement.

A single lamp illuminated the room, which was stuffy and reeked of mold.

Someone was crouching in front of him.

Gu Jiahui opened his eyes wide, and upon recognizing the person in front of him, he suddenly began to laugh.

"Gu Shiting?" His voice carried a hint of relief, "Did you kidnap me?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Gu Shiting’s face was sullen.

"What, you think killing me will make her your girlfriend?" Gu Jiahui couldn’t help but laugh.

His glasses were long gone.

Without the lenses to obscure them, his eyes always looked gloomy, even though he was relaxing with a smile at that moment.

Gu Shiting shoved his phone in front of him, "Is this you?"

On the phone was a photo of Gu Jiahui and Yang Mingming kissing in front of a bar.

Seeing the photo and recalling that moment, Gu Jiahui felt nauseous again.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort and looked at Gu Shiting.

As he lifted his head slightly, the pain in his neck surged up, causing him to gasp.

"So what if it’s me?" Gu Jiahui nonchalantly said, "What are you going to do, tell Sheng Tang?"

Just as he finished speaking, he got a heavy slap on the face.

Gu Shiting had raised his hand and slapped him.

Gu Jiahui was stunned by the blow, a surge of anger rising within him, and he no longer felt like teasing him.

"Useless," Blood filled Gu Jiahui’s mouth as his teeth were loosened and his lip was cut, "Do you think acting passionate in front of me matters? Will Sheng Tang even bother with you?"

"Why betray her? Why get involved with someone like Yang Mingming?" Gu Shiting grabbed his collar, his eyes cold.