Chapter 105: The Sugar Baby Contract

Gu Tingyan clasped his hands together in front of his knees, his entire bearing noble, his expression cold and harsh: "Do you want me to save her or not?"

Qin Shu's whole body stiffened; she jerked her head up to look at the man sitting on the leather sofa, his face full of cold austerity and noble grace, her fingertips trembling.

"Gu Tingyan, what is the meaning of this?"

Gu Tingyan's deep, pitch-black eyes landed on Qin Shu as he tossed a document at her: "Sign it, and I will save your grandmother."

Qin Shu opened the document, her fingertips trembling, looking at Gu Tingyan in disbelief; this contract was no different from a sugar baby contract for an underground mistress.

Article 1: Satisfy the employer's needs, on call at all times.

Article 2: During the contract period, remain chaste and self-respecting.

Article 3: Unconditionally obey the employer's orders.

The dense pile of additional conditions that followed could be described as nothing short of harsh, conscience-numbing, and utterly heartless.

If she signed this contract, her life from here on out would be at his command.

A cold sneer appeared on Qin Shu's face; she suddenly whipped the document at Gu Tingyan's cheek, her entire body trembling.

A stack of documents scattered across the office, the sharp edges of the paper grazing Gu Tingyan's face, stinging slightly.

From the other end of the receiver, a voice asked cautiously: "President Gu, should I still save her?"

The man's voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of human warmth: "No need to save her."

Gu Tingyan's cold, sharp gaze watched her expressionlessly as he hung up the phone right in front of Qin Shu.

The man straightened his crisp suit, his face cold and dark, and strode out.

Qin Shu's fingernails dug into her palms; as Gu Tingyan gripped the doorknob to leave, a hoarse voice came from behind him: "I'll sign."

"Please, save my grandmother."

Gu Tingyan's body paused slightly; he turned back around, and Qin Shu, trembling, bent down to slowly pick up the pages of the sugar baby contract one by one, then picked up the fountain pen on the table and signed it decisively.

Gu Tingyan closed his eyes for a moment, then took out his phone and made a call, his voice cold and deep: "Send her to the hospital."

"Yes, President Gu."

Qin Shu handed the contract to him, her porcelain-white face looking up at him: "Can I go see my grandmother?"

Gu Tingyan: "Mm."

Gu Tingyan put the contract into a drawer and drove Qin Shu to the hospital.

Gu Tingyan stood outside the hospital room, one hand in his pocket, watching with a cold, stern expression as Qin Shu sat before the hospital bed peeling an apple, a smile on her face as she softly coaxed the old lady.

Gu Tingyan's gaze fell upon Qin Shu's face, which was blooming with a smile, and for a moment, he was dazed.

He did not go in; Qin Laotaitai did not care for him.

Gu Tingyan just stood there in the hospital corridor; Ji Yanli had heard about the old lady's incident and had also rushed over.

He saw Gu Tingyan at the door of the room, frowned, cast a faint glance at him, and pushed the door open to enter.

Ji Yanli carried some things inside, his voice gentle: "Grandmother."

Seeing him, Qin Laotaitai remembered him and smiled happily: "Little Yanli."

When he was young, Ji Yanli had stayed at the Qin Family for a long time to receive treatment, and Qin Laotaitai was very fond of him.

Gu Tingyan stood outside the hospital room, seeing the harmony and joy within, his expression icy cold.

Qin Laotaitai was especially fond of Ji Yanli; she seemed to have forgotten that Qin Shu was married, and looked at Ji Yanli: "Little Yanli, have you married my Hua Hua yet?"

She had seen it when they were young; Little Yanli liked her Hua Hua.

Ji Yanli glanced at Qin Shu and lowered his eyes: "Grandmother, Xiao Hua and I are just good friends."

"She is married."

The old lady was stunned: "Ah..."

Hearing the commotion inside, Gu Tingyan's face darkened instantly.

Qin Shu's phone vibrated; it was Gu Tingyan urging her, his tone commanding: "Come out."

"Otherwise, I'm coming in to find you."

Qin Shu's body stiffened slightly; she stood up: "Grandmother, wait for me to come see you again next time."

She did not want her grandmother to see Gu Tingyan.

Qin Shu pushed the door and went out; Ji Yanli followed her out. Seeing Gu Tingyan, his expression turned cold, and he reached out to hold Qin Shu's hand, saying in a low voice:

"Xiao Hua, divorce him."

Gu Tingyan's face turned dark and gloomy; he reached out to grab Qin Shu's hand, his cold, stern eyes sweeping sharply toward him.

Qin Shu looked up at Ji Yanli and said gently: "Senior Brother, you should go back."

Senior Brother.

Ji Yanli's hand, which was holding hers, curled slightly; he knew that she used this form of address to draw a line between them.

With the rapport they had shared since childhood, he knew Qin Shu did not want him to clash or come into conflict with Gu Tingyan.

Ji Yanli did not want to embarrass her; his face pale, he smiled faintly and withdrew his hand: "Mm."

Gu Tingyan sneered at him and pulled Qin Shu's hand as he walked away.

Ji Yanli stood where he was, watching Qin Shu's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

The phone in his pocket rang; he answered it, and the person on the other end said anxiously: "President Ji, the young master's condition is not very good; you need to come over."

"I'm coming right away."

Ji Yanli's expression shifted slightly; he hung up the phone and strode away.

Gu Tingyan brought Qin Shu back to Meigui Shanzhuang, giving her a brand-new environment; in order not to trigger bad memories for her, the man replaced everyone from the bodyguards to the servants.

The construction cost of Meigui Shanzhuang alone was 1 billion; it was like a castle, covering a vast area, more luxurious and spacious than a villa district, and the backyard was planted with large patches of roses and fruit trees—roses were what Qin Shu loved most.

This villa had originally been the residence of a top foreign tycoon, and it had been bought by Gu Tingyan.

As Qin Shu entered the door, she saw a small kitten on the floor meowing; it was a munchkin golden shaded cat that hadn't been weaned yet, tiny and thin. Seeing its owner enter, it meowed and crawled over to rub against Qin Shu's pant leg.

Qin Shu's body stiffened slightly; Gu Tingyan bent down and picked up the kitten with one hand, stroked it with his large hand, and placed it into Qin Shu's arms, his expression indifferent: "A kitten no one else wanted, sent to me."

The man's cold, frigid voice lacked any human warmth: "If you don't want to raise it, take it out and throw it away tomorrow."

The kitten was very well-behaved and soft; it had been carefully selected, the one with the gentlest temperament.

It was very beautiful and of pure blood; Gu Tingyan had spent twenty thousand to buy it.

The kitten was in Qin Shu's arms, a tiny ball curled up against her, just like a small child.

Hearing that Gu Tingyan wanted to throw it out, her hands holding the kitten tightened, and she hurriedly said: "I want to raise it."

Gu Tingyan indifferently dropped this sentence: "As you wish."

"There is no cat food or litter box; remember to buy them for it."

Gu Tingyan's handsome face was cold and stern as he looked at her indifferently: "If you make my house dirty, I will throw both of you out together."

The man left these words behind and went upstairs.

Qin Shu held the kitten; she sat on the living room sofa, took out her phone, and began ordering the kitten's daily necessities, and also bought a case of canned cat food.

The delivery arrived quickly; Gu Tingyan came downstairs after his shower wearing pajamas, and he stood on the stairs, seeing a pile of cat supplies in the living room.

Qin Shu used scissors to open the packages, bought a pink cat litter box, poured the cat litter in, and also prepared an automatic water fountain for the kitten to drink from.

She crouched on the floor to prepare goat milk for the kitten, poured it into the milk bowl once it was lukewarm, and the kitten licked the milk with its little tongue, looking soft and milky.