After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 129: I Love You Very Much

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: I Love You Very Much

She thought she was being covert, but Shen Jinci had already noticed her, simply indulging and watching as she drew close.

Bian Yue raised her face against her back, her voice tinged with both testing and joy, her laughter deep, "How did you get here so quickly? Shanxi Province, it’s still 2 hours away from the time we agreed."

Shen Jinci looked down at the hand Bian Yue hooked around her waist.

The temperature at his fingertips was slightly cool, gently covering hers, softly stroking the skin on the back of her hand, he said in a low voice, "I missed you, so I left the work to Kang Yu."

He said it as if it were the most natural thing.

Bian Yue couldn’t help but laugh, "What kind of heinous capitalist are you?"

Shen Jinci’s smile at the corner of his lips was gentle and warm. He turned around, looked down at her with eyes overly tender, "I paid overtime wages, 10 times normal."

Bian Yue really wanted to snatch Kang Yu’s job.

Shen Jinci then pointed to the closet next to him, his low voice explaining, "Your clothes are all in there, and I’ll bring back your dirty clothes tomorrow."

Bian Yue, aware he had come in haste, asked subconsciously, "What time are you going back tomorrow?"

"5 in the morning," Shen Jinci softly brushed the faint shadows under her eyes, his actions caring, reluctant, gazing at her, "There’s not much time, but I am happy to see you."

His words were straightforward, his affection bold and open.

Bian Yue was the one who felt embarrassed.

Her heart raced noisily, pinching his shirt, her cheeks flushed, "I... also feel happy."

The man, usually indifferent, his eyes now filled with warmth, touched Bian Yue’s hair, in a low voice said, "Alright, go freshen up, it’s getting late."

Bian Yue, after a day of work, was indeed very tired.

She nodded and went to the bathroom nearby.

Lying in bed at night chatting idly, Bian Yue, after taking a bath, became very lively.

She started a conversation with Shen Jinci.

Talking about everything under the sun, their topics scattered.

She asked, "Shen Jinci, what kind of person were you before?"

"Before?"

"I mean, when you were as old as me." Bian Yue said, "What were you like when you came of age?"

In the night, Shen Jinci’s eyes were profound, and he remained silent.

After a long silence, he asked softly, "Yueyue, what do you think I would have been like back then?"

Bian Yue hummed thoughtfully.

She said, "You must have been outstanding, eye-catching, making a big splash at Lixing Group, right? But I’ve never heard any daughters of prominent families say they fancy you, so you must have been difficult to get along with, very aloof."

Shen Jinci thought, Bian Yue’s description was accurate.

If he truly was Shen Jinci.

The eldest young master of the Shen Family, not tainted by violence and blood.

Then just as Bian Yue said, he would have been in the limelight at Lixing Group, making his presence known.

But this was a life he was allowed to experience only after turning 23.

As for what he was like before the age of 23, nobody cared.

Shen Jinci did not want to expose his bloodied self in front of Bian Yue.

He despised himself for being filthy, so how could he expect Bian Yue to be unafraid of the stench?

Thus, he simply hugged her, kissed her soft hair, and spoke without hesitation of a life that had nothing to do with him.

He said, "When I was 18 years old, I was studying abroad. At that time, my father had just handed the Lixing Group over to me. Even though I was overseas, I received a lot of love letters. Back then, I wasn’t as indifferent as I am now."

Bian Yue looked up at him while nestled in his embrace, the lamp light fell on her face—pure and clean. She gazed at him intently with the most beautiful eyes Shen Jinci had ever seen in his life.

Her voice was innocent and cheerful as she asked, "Then why have you become like this now?"

Shen Jinci stroked Bian Yue’s hair, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Why has he become what he is today?

—That’s because the Shen Jinci, who was once as splendid as the bright moon, truly elegant and noble, well-matched for Bian Yue, had died.

Standing before her was a villain who had crawled out of the gutter, brimming with dark and hostile energy.

All deeds were done to the extreme, words spoken absolute, with not a shred of kindness or goodwill, an utter egoist.

But he couldn’t say that, so he chose to change the subject, "I don’t know, people change over time. What about you, Yueyue? What did you like to do when you were young?"

Bian Yue did not follow his lead but was invigorated by their conversation. She persisted, "Shen Jinci, do you have any photos? I want to see what you looked like at 18."

Shen Jinci did not like to take photos, but the deceased did have many.

"You want to see my photo at 18?"

"Yes, I want to!" Bian Yue’s voice was excited. "You asked like that, so you must have some! Show me, Shen Jinci. I want to see."

Shen Jinci picked up a phone nearby and found a photo inside.

It was a true graduation photo of Shen Jinci in the United States, a young man of Chinese descent with superior looks, standing among a group of foreigners with thick brows and deep eyes, his features not failing to stand out.

With a slight smile on his lips, those eyes, though identical to his own, lacked darkness and murkiness, filled rather with the vigor and pride of being one of Heaven’s favored sons.

From head to toe, he was outstanding and eye-catching, everything about him declaring that he was the one truly suited for Bian Yue.

And Bian Yue, holding Shen Jinci’s phone, admired that photo with quiet amazement. "Shen Jinci, you used to look so sunny. You seemed much more cheerful than now."

After speaking, she handed the phone back to Shen Jinci, her interest apparent, "Remember to send me this photo."

Shen Jinci watched Bian Yue impassively. His eyes were gentle as he softly inquired, "Yueyue, do you like how I used to be?"

Bian Yue turned to face him, lying side by side, and with a serious expression, cupped Shen Jinci’s face in her hand, saying, "I like it, of course, I do. Mr. Shen, I like every version of you."

Shen Jinci softly grasped Bian Yue’s wrist, fingers tenderly brushing her skin, his voice warm, "Which one, then, do you like more?"

Bian Yue frowned, puzzled expressions in her eyes, "Aren’t they both you? What’s the difference?"

Shen Jinci looked steadily into Bian Yue’s eyes. His voice was softer and huskier, "It’s important, there’s a big difference."

Bian Yue didn’t understand what Shen Jinci cared about, but after seriously considering, she finally said, "Then I still like you now, because I’ve never met the you from before... To me, the you right now is certainly the most real."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Shen Jinci’s hands clutched Bian Yue’s nape, subtly drawing her closer to himself.

Their breaths mingled, and a mysterious depth reflected in his eyes as he whispered, "Yueyue... I love you very much."

Bian Yue smiled, her eyes curving beautifully, captivating with her earnest nod, almost theatrically, "I know, I’m aware."

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