After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 118: May I Kiss You

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: May I Kiss You

Bian Yue’s nearly 7 years with Li Sihe, if one were to say there were no happy moments, that would certainly be false.

There had been joy, but never, not even once, was it the kind of carefree happiness that she felt by Shen Jinci’s side, purely emanating from the heart.

He allowed her to do as she wished without reservation and was also willing to accompany her through the mundane elements of life.

Bian Yue had been with the Li Family for too long, so long that she believed love always came with unease and panic.

Xie Zhang and the others said that Bian Yue was proud and spoiled by Li Sihe, but sometimes, capriciousness was just a test, a probe to see how much the other would tolerate.

But with Shen Jinci, Bian Yue needed no probing.

She knew he was cold and solitary, and his warmth was not tender, but she could unequivocally affirm that his tolerance for her had no limits.

A little girl was selling flowers by the roadside, and as Bian Yue gazed at Shen Jinci lost in thought, the girl approached and asked timidly, "Miss, would you like to buy some flowers?"

Returning to her senses, Bian Yue smiled, squatted down, and bought a bouquet of roses.

Seeing Bian Yue offering him the roses she held, she smiled and said, "Shen Jinci, I am very happy today, this bouquet of roses is for you."

It was the first time in Shen Jinci’s life that he received flowers.

Taking the flowers in his hands, the white roses were tenderly blooming.

Shen Jinci chuckled, seemingly indifferent, "Flowers for me?"

"Yes, for you," Bian Yue confirmed with a nod, quite assuredly, "Is it only men who can give flowers to women? I can give them to you too."

A faint smile played on Shen Jinci’s lips, his aloofness dissolving significantly, tainted by the common life’s dust, hence the gentleness was profound. He said, "I know, the Moon Princess certainly isn’t the type of woman who only waits for men to give her flowers."

Bian Yue asked him what kind of woman she was then.

Shen Jinci fell silent for a while, calmly gazing at the delicate white roses in his hand, and smiled, "No need for definitions, you can do whatever you wish."

Bian Yue watched his earnest expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

She held his hand and smiled, "Mr. Shen, let’s go home."

In Shen Jinci’s memory, this was the first time Bian Yue had taken the initiative to hold his hand.

So this was what it felt like.

It was indeed addicting.

As he thought this, he held Bian Yue’s hand a little tighter.

Shen Jinci always knew what he wanted, and he wanted the woman before him for the rest of her life.

As for everything else he possessed, it could all be forsaken.

When Shen Jinci was still Mors, he never thought his life could be entangled with someone. The life in the Mainland was one of walking on the knife-edge, licking blood, an endless solitude in the dark night; whether being hunted or engaging in warfare for personal gain were the norms.

Humans are inherently fragile, and nobodies death appears more dignified and beautiful; after all, everyone ultimately returns to dust, becoming a pile of bones.

Later, when he became Shen Jinci, he merely felt a sense of ennui.

The Shen Family was excellent, but not to the extent that he found it difficult to let go. As for this shiny upper-class society, it lacked the real butcher’s blood, but the knife-less struggle was sometimes even more pungent.

Shen Jinci liked this more respectable form of combat, but that was about it. Over time, even that became meaningless.

Bian Yue was different; she was the only thing he ever wanted in his life.

In Xiangjiang, the sunlight was rarely clear and bright, Li Sihe sat in the car, the atmosphere between him and Li Tingmo dropping to freezing point.

Their recent conversation had been too heavy, and afterwards, neither had the desire to speak.

Seeing Shen Jinci and Bian Yue on the roadside, Li Sihe thought he had seen wrongly.

Bian Yue was smiling, holding a flower in her hand, and handing it to Shen Jinci.

She said something, and the indulgence in the latter’s eyes deepened, as he took the flower and his expression grew increasingly tender.

Li Sihe felt a suffocation in his chest, for a moment he couldn’t catch his breath.

Li Tingmo also saw it, and snorted coldly, disdain clear in his tone: "I thought Shen Jinci was quite skilled, but it turns out even he can be muddled by a woman, clouding his judgment. It seems, in the end, you’re still after power, as your father, I should actually be relieved you know what you’re after!"

After his words fell, the car was deathly silent.

Li Sihe’s face remained expressionless as he withdrew his gaze, he closed his eyes and said nothing...

In just a few days, Bian Yue and Shen Jinci almost travelled the entirety of Xiangjiang together. Perhaps it was the genuine relaxation and happiness, making even the passage of time imperceptible.

On that final evening, Victoria Harbor was brightly lit, and Bian Yue stood on the deck of the ferry, watching the lights begin to twinkle across the port.

"Shen Jinci," said Bian Yue, "next time, let’s go to the Mainland."

Pointing at the night scene, her voice was lively, "I’ve been there before, I can be the guide!"

Bian Yue was unaware that Shen Jinci had turned to look at her, the light falling on her pure and delicate face. Her eyes were bright and clear, the world’s schemes and indifference unable to make her heart desolate; she was wholly beautiful.

The wind blew, messing her hair.

Shen Jinci raised his hand, gently tidying it for her.

His fingers were long, joints well-defined, the tips shining with a mellow arc, lightly touching her clean face.

"Okay, thank you, Miss Bian."

Bian Yue nodded, feigningly serious, "You should indeed thank me, guiding is tiring. Shen Jinci, I wouldn’t go through such trouble for just anyone."

The smile in Shen Jinci’s eyes grew thicker, and he suddenly bent down to kiss Bian Yue’s cheek.

The touch was warm.

What spread and grew was a metaphor akin to possession.

Bian Yue stood still, stunned, then belatedly turned to look at him.

Her face flushed red, yet she seriously and earnestly said: "No way, that’s against the rules. Why do you always kiss me without warning?"

"Then I’ll ask you now, Moon Princess, may I kiss you?" His voice was soft and deep—in such a thick and rainy night, it was truly heart-stirring.

Bian Yue, as if possessed, foolishly followed his lead: "You may."

So, the man’s kiss was decisive, firm yet gentle.

Between breaths was the light woody scent from the man, with a bitter undertone of grass and herbs that somehow felt comforting.

His grip on her waist was tight, firm yet tender, filled with desire to possess.

Bian Yue’s mind was dizzy, somewhat astonished by the depth of this kiss.

Until she heard the sound of fireworks blossoming close by.

Only then did Bian Yue turn her head while in Shen Jinci’s embrace.

This night in Victoria Harbor, the fireworks were dazzling, making even the rain seem to take on warmth.

Bian Yue marveled at the fireworks before her, so many and so enduring, reflecting off the tranquil surface of Victoria Harbor.

Bian Yue heard Shen Jinci’s voice, lazy and faint, he said: "Do you like it?"

Bian Yue said she liked it.

Shen Jinci kissed her face, "As long as you like it."

He watched the reflection of the fireworks in her eyes, and so, Shen Jinci felt, he liked them too.