Only You: The Billionaire's Obsession-Chapter 223: Viscous Blood Flowed Onto His Hand
Gu Jiayin was also adept at hiding her feelings. She laughed brilliantly, "What are you saying, Aunt Hua? Why would I mind?"
Gu Shaohua nodded with satisfaction, "Yishu is in a pitiable state now. Her father is in prison, her mother has passed away, she is without love or care. She once saved Qianchi’s life; our Sheng Family should take care of her."
Saying this, Gu Shaohua turned her gaze to Sheng Qianchi, "Don’t you think so, Qianchi?"
Sheng Qianchi coolly glanced over at Qin Yishu’s eager eyes and responded lightly, "Whatever Mom wants to do, she doesn’t have to discuss it with me."
Saying this, Sheng Qianchi took Gu Jiayin by the hand and turned to leave. He knew perfectly well what Qin Yishu and Gu Shaohua were plotting. He didn’t want Gu Jiayin to have any bad thoughts or feel uncomfortable.
Watching Sheng Qianchi’s cold and distant demeanor, Qin Yishu sighed forlornly, "Aunt, I see that Qianchi is very cold towards me. I’m afraid I will let you down regarding your expectations."
Gu Shaohua glanced at the backs of Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin and snickered, "What’s the rush? Qianchi has a significant weakness, and that’s his strong sense of responsibility. You were once labeled as his savior, so even if he doesn’t like you, he has taken care of you for many years. Now, if you wear another of such labels, he won’t be able to push you away."
Saying this, Gu Shaohua cast a cold gaze at Qin Yishu, "Are you all set for the upcoming plan?"
Qin Yishu’s face turned slightly pale as she bit her lower lip in silence, revealing her obvious tension.
Gu Shaohua snorted with contempt, "I am only helping you because of your father. If you are too timid and unwilling to sacrifice, then go back to the Qin Family and continue suffering under Qin Yiheng’s torment."
"No, no," Qin Yishu quickly apologized to Gu Shaohua, "I’m sorry, Aunt, I’m not afraid, I’m ready."
As the words fell, a fierce and determined look settled in Qin Yishu’s eyes, an attitude of either accomplishing success or achieving grace.
...
The banquet began, and Sheng Qianchi, as the chief executive, delivered a speech.
He prominently kept Gu Jiayin by his side, openly and subtly establishing her position as the future wife of the president, quelling the speculations and discussions that arose because of Qin Yishu’s arrival.
"Young Master Chi doesn’t even look at her, yet she still shamelessly clings on. Really, she has no dignity."
"Exactly, I can see that Young Master Chi’s heart is entirely with Miss Gu. Qin Yishu is dreaming if she thinks she can reclaim her position."
"Right, she doesn’t even consider her situation today. Her father is in jail, her mother is dead, and all that’s left is a brother who is at odds with her. She still thinks she’s Licheng City’s top socialite."
"Haha, laughable."
Hearing the sneering discussions from the women around her, Qin Yishu felt her backbone almost being crushed. Today, she must regain Sheng Qianchi’s favor or attention, otherwise her life will be without hope.
So, she bit her teeth hard and dialed Gu Shaohua’s number, "Aunt, I’m all prepared."
Gu Shaohua’s voice was lofty and somewhat lazily contemptuous, "Good, I’ve arranged for the people. You just need to seize the opportunity to get close to Qianchi."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Qin Yishu tightly clutched her wine glass, her eyes following Sheng Qianchi’s movements without blinking. When she saw Gu Jiayin walking away from Sheng Qianchi to the restroom, she steeled her heart and walked over with large strides.
She stood behind him and softly called out, "Qianchi."
Sheng Qianchi was chatting with several executives. Hearing Qin Yishu’s call, his brow furrowed slightly but he did not turn around.
The executives, understanding the situation, quickly took their leave.
Sheng Qianchi slowly turned around, looking at this woman who appeared so loving and fragile. The crease in his brow remained, "Is there something you need?"
"I..." Qin Yishu hesitated, "It’s been a long time, Qianchi."
Afraid that Gu Jiayin would return and see him with Qin Yishu and feel upset, Sheng Qianchi casually brushed off a few sentences intending to leave, but Qin Yishu boldly stepped forward and grabbed him, "Qianchi, I really miss you."
"Let go." Sheng Qianchi frowned and commanded coldly.
Yet Qin Yishu foolishly held on even tighter, "Qianchi, I know you don’t like me anymore, but I want to tell you, I really love you, I can’t forget you. If I could go back seven years, even if it meant dying for you again, I would do it willingly."
Sheng Qianchi irritably shook off her hand, "Keep those deep confessions for other men."
With that, Sheng Qianchi turned to leave.
Just then, a man in black clothes and trousers strode in from outside the banquet hall. As soon as he entered, he pulled out a black handgun, "Sheng Qianchi, today I want your life!"
"Ah!"
The guests at the banquet, seeing a gun, all backed away in fear. The women were even more terrified, their faces losing color as they screamed, causing chaos in the banquet hall.
Sheng Qianchi remained calm, his pupils dilating as he looked at the man in black. He did not recognize him.
However, it wasn’t unusual. The Sheng Family had made countless enemies in the business world; it was highly probable that an assassin from a rival had sneaked in.
The bodyguards outside heard the commotion and quickly rushed in, advancing to subdue the man. But the man in black had prepared himself, seemingly ready to die. Instead of fleeing, he advanced toward Sheng Qianchi and pulled the trigger on his handgun.
A "bang" was heard.
As the gunshot rang out, Sheng Qianchi instinctively intended to roll behind a table to avoid it, but Qin Yishu was the first to embrace him and shield him with her body.
Instinctively, Sheng Qianchi wrapped an arm around her waist, feeling sticky blood flow from her body onto his hand, causing his frown to deepen.
By then, the bodyguards had already surged forward and subdued the man, but before they could do anything, the man had consumed poison, vomiting blood and dying.
This was a suicide attacker.
Sheng Qianchi laid Qin Yishu on the floor, pressing his large hand over her wound to urgently stop the bleeding, "Qin Yishu, how are you?"
Qin Yishu’s face was white as a sheet from the pain, her fingers trembling as she reached up to touch Sheng Qianchi’s face, "Qianchi, it’s all right. I’m about to die and it’s for you. I have no regrets."
Sheng Qianchi’s handsome eyebrows knitted into a cold peak, "Stop talking, hold on, the emergency vehicle will arrive soon."
Yet Qin Yishu palely pulled her lips into a smile, resembling a withering flower, "Qianchi, do you believe now that I genuinely love you? I am willing to die for you, to give you everything. Whether it’s seven years ago or seven years later."
"Alright, stop talking."
It would be impossible for Sheng Qianchi not to be moved. Such banquets have strict security. For an assassin to sneak in was no small feat. Just a moment ago, Qin Yishu really had thrown herself into the path of the bullet without a moment’s hesitation.
No matter how cold and bloodless a man, faced with a woman saving him with her life, could remain unmoved.
Besides, Sheng Qianchi inherently possessed a strong sense of responsibility.
A debt of gratitude must be repaid.
