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Chapter 42: Is Gu Tingyan Seducing Her?

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Some wounds have already been inflicted, and they can never be undone.

Whenever Qin Shu thinks of the hospital room, Gu Tingyan and Chu Sheng embracing each other.

When danger arrived, Gu Tingyan chose to save Chu Sheng, took her away, left her behind, and a single phone call from Chu Sheng could summon him away.

Qin Shu could no longer go on with Gu Tingyan.

Chu Sheng used her alias to fall in love with Gu Tingyan, but later, if Gu Tingyan didn't like her, he wouldn't be with her.

In the end, for Chu Sheng and Gu Tingyan to be together, Qin Shu was the medium.

Gu Tingyan still likes her.

Once she associates this series of events that happened after Chu Sheng returned, Qin Shu feels deeply disgusted in her heart.

This kind of life, she never wants to live it again.

She is afraid that one day she won't be able to help herself and will kill Chu Sheng.

Gu Tingyan looked at Qin Shu's porcelain-white little face, his voice humble to the point of being in the dust, his voice trying its best to restrain itself: "Huahua, what must I do to keep you?"

Scenes from before surfaced in Qin Shu's mind, and her originally wavering heart became firm once more.

Qin Shu lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "Gu Tingyan, let's call it quits."

Gu Tingyan's fingertips trembled, and his complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

Qin Shu was truly determined to break up with him.

No matter how he tried to salvage it, he could no longer keep her heart.

Gu Tingyan closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, his voice hoarse to the extreme; he used all his strength to spit out one word: "Okay."

He did not want to force Qin Shu anymore; forcing her too tightly would only make her drift further and further away from him.

Gu Tingyan truly regretted it.

Why did he refuse that little girl when she blushed and handed him a love letter back then?

If only everything could start over.

Little Qin Shu looked up at him, blushing: "Gu Tingyan, I like you, can you be my boyfriend?"

The young man would surely have answered her with a smile in his eyes: "Alright, girlfriend."

The bedroom lights were turned off.

Gu Tingyan raised his hand and smiled as he stroked Qin Shu's head: "Silly girl, stop crying."

"I won't force you anymore."

Qin Shu hung her head low, her nose feeling increasingly sore.

Seeing her tears falling non-stop, Gu Tingyan took a tissue and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You are not allowed to cry anymore."

"Crying makes my heart ache."

Qin Shu took the tissue to wipe her tears and let out a small sob.

Qin Shu clutched the tissue and glared at him: "It's all your fault."

Gu Tingyan's voice was obscure: "Yes, I made you cry again."

"Qin Shu, I'm sorry."

Qin Shu paused; she kept her head down and didn't speak, her heart aching with a dense, prickling pain like needle stabs, only feeling an infinite sense of desolation rising from the bottom of her heart.

Why were she and Gu Tingyan always destined to have a connection but no fate?

It seemed they were never meant to be together, yet they were forcibly bound together.

Fate seemed to be teasing her on purpose, destroying the hard-won happiness she had just attained every time she was closest to it.

Qin Shu cried for a while until her eyes were swollen, then she lifted the quilt to prepare for sleep.

Gu Tingyan reached out and grabbed her bare, fair jade-like foot; she turned her head and looked at him with a fierce, menacing gaze: "What are you doing!"

Her fierce appearance lacked vigor, looking like a cute kind of fierce.

In Gu Tingyan's view, it had no lethality at all.

Gu Tingyan held her foot, bent down, passed one hand under her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and reached out to pull her back to sit on the edge of the bed: "Applying medicine."

Qin Shu's emotions were running high, and just as she was preparing to lose her temper, she was so angry that her hair was almost standing on end.

She saw Gu Tingyan kneeling on one knee in front of her, holding a tube of ointment in his hand, his head lowered and eyes downcast, earnestly applying medicine for her.

Qin Shu had a lump in her throat, swallowed it down, and sat obediently on the edge of the bed waiting for him to apply the medicine.

Gu Tingyan squeezed the ointment onto his rough fingertips, spread it out first, and then applied it to the wound on her knee; the ointment was icy cold, just as cold as his hands.

After the medicine was applied, Qin Shu didn't go to sleep immediately; afraid of wiping the ointment onto the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for it to dry.

After Gu Tingyan finished applying the medicine, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands; the rushing water flowed through his distinct, bony knuckles.

Gu Tingyan finished washing his hands, pulled out a paper towel to wipe them, looked up at the still incredibly handsome face in the mirror, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to walk out.

Five years had passed, and the young man from back then had already turned into a mature man; his face, under the sedimentation of time, had not lost even half of its beauty.

On the contrary, Gu Tingyan was like fine wine that grew better with time; that youthful face had now grown into a mature, charismatic appearance capable of conquering all.

His brows and eyes were as dark as a painting, his handsome face was like the most perfect work of art by Nüwa, his physique was comparable to a male model; this was a face capable of toppling kingdoms and ruining people.

What Gu Tingyan was most grateful for were Lin Jingshu and Gu Huaiyuan for giving him this face.

Qin Shu loved his face the most.

Gu Tingyan walked to Qin Shu, his tall and straight figure shrouding her entirely beneath him.

Before Qin Shu could react, Gu Tingyan scooped her up horizontally and placed her sideways on his lap to sit.

Qin Shu frowned: "Gu Tingyan, what are you doing?"

Gu Tingyan said in a low voice: "Leaning in my arms will make you more comfortable."

Qin Shu wanted to struggle, but she was a wounded person and didn't want to make it worse, so she didn't argue with him.

In the past, the two of them had already slept together more times than they could count.

Now that she was being held, Qin Shu did not feel so awkward.

Gu Tingyan held Qin Shu, his hands wrapping around from behind her to embrace her, his warm breath spraying against Qin Shu's fair cheeks and sensitive neck, feeling itchy and tingling.

Qin Shu's body stiffened slightly; Gu Tingyan sensed the change in her body, the corners of his lips curling up as he asked, knowing the answer, "What's wrong?"

"Are you not feeling well?"

Qin Shu pursed her lips: "No."

Perhaps she was just too sensitive.

Gu Tingyan clearly hadn't done anything; he was simply holding her, so why did Qin Shu have such an illusion?

She actually felt that Gu Tingyan was seducing her?

As soon as this thought surfaced, she denied it.

Who is Gu Tingyan now?

The decisive President Gu of the Gu Group, the Crown Prince of the Gu Family.

If he were to just wave his hand, a whole crowd of women would throw themselves at him.

Furthermore, he had always been strong-willed, accustomed to being overbearing, and possessed an extremely strong sense of pride.

Just a moment ago, he had been so compromising and humble, yet Qin Shu still hadn't agreed to reconcile.

She was even afraid that Gu Tingyan might kill her in a fit of rage to vent his anger.

He would never deign to engage in such tawdry behavior to seduce her, his heartless future ex-wife.

Qin Shu sat on his lap, feeling somewhat restless and wanting to get down; she suddenly sensed a certain change in him and her whole body stiffened.

Seeing her moving about, Gu Tingyan pressed a hand onto her shoulder, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Don't move."

He looked at her with a smile on his lips: "It's just a natural physiological reaction."

Qin Shu's face turned bright red, and she glared at him: "You—"

Gu Tingyan tried his best to restrain himself, looking quite aggrieved: "You don't even think about how long it's been since we did it?"

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