After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 14: No More Possibility

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: No More Possibility

Bian Yue was utterly confused, and seeing Shen Jinci cough up blood, she panicked, "Why are you coughing up blood!"

"This is the price I have to pay." Shen Jinci lowered his eyes and said, "You should leave."

Bian Yue knew she was powerless to deal with Shen Jinci’s affairs. She worriedly glanced at him again and hesitantly walked out.

"Bian Yue," she had barely walked a few steps when Shen Jinci stopped her, "I hope you can figure out whether what you truly love is Li Sihe, or the person in your memories. Maybe once you understand that, you will also know how to move on to the next step in your life."

Bian Yue had a moment of realization, a look of sudden enlightenment crossed her eyes.

She thought, running away can never solve the problem.

She and Li Sihe are both waiting for the right time to part, but many times, the right time never comes, and a long pain... is never as good as a short one.

Once you see clearly where your heart lies, do not hesitate even the slightest.

Bian Yue left the Xiangjiang Hotel and went straight to the Li Family.

At this moment in the Li Family, Shi An’an was accompanying a man who had been emotionally suppressed since returning home.

Shi An’an’s face showed a painful concern as she watched Li Sihe remain silent, anxiously saying, "Shiheng, what’s wrong with you? You can tell me, anything that’s troubling you, I can share the burden!"

She wished to be the Wisteria blossoming on the branches, the inescapable gentle haven Li Sihe couldn’t cut loose, such a self-nature surely outshined that insensitive Bian Yue.

But Li Sihe just coldly pushed her away, his voice level and hoarse, "Let me be alone for a while."

How could Shi An’an bear to leave now, when Li Sihe’s current appearance was so frail and breakable, paired with the face that all the young girls fawn over, it could easily make any woman brave through knives and fire.

Shi An’an’s eyes reddened, choking back tears she said, "I know you’re heartbroken now, even though I don’t know for whom, but Shiheng, seeing you like this, makes me wish I could suffer in your stead!"

Hearing this, Li Sihe finally showed a trace of kindness, glancing at Shi An’an.

The glance was plain, but Shi An’an felt immensely encouraged and hastily continued, "Tell me what’s wrong, Shiheng, I want to help you!"

After speaking, Shi An’an gently cradled Li Sihe’s face, attempting to kiss him.

Li Sihe’s eyes showed annoyance, about to push her away, then saw Bian Yue standing at the door.

She actually knows how to come back!

Li Sihe’s heart was filled with anger, he sneered, out of revenge he seized Shi An’an by the neck and kissed her in front of Bian Yue.

Shi An’an was taken aback for a moment, then passionately responded to Li Sihe, using all her wiles.

When Bian Yue entered, she saw Shi An’an clinging to Li Sihe, kissing, her posture humble as if offering a sacrifice.

Bian Yue almost moved to tears, felt like awarding Shi An’an the Most Passionate Mistress Award.

But she just calmly spoke: "It seems I’ve come at a bad time, interrupting your affair."

Her voice broke the intimate scene on the sofa.

Shi An’an finally noticed Bian Yue, panicked for a moment, like a frightened sparrow, she retreated into Li Sihe’s arms.

"Bian Yue... How... Why did you suddenly come back?"

Truly pitiable, innocently stirring emotions.

Li Sihe didn’t take pity on her, pushing Shi An’an away, his expression impassive, causing no ripples.

And Shi An’an’s eyes flickered with subdued humiliation, biting her lip, not daring to move again.

Bian Yue just stood there composed and tranquil, watching Li Sihe from a distance.

Li Sihe tried hard for a long time but failed to detect even a hint of jealousy in Bian Yue’s eyes.

His heart sank, and then he heard Bian Yue laugh softly, saying, "Li Sihe, there is no longer any possibility between us."

Li Sihe’s eyes were as cool as a peach blossom’s shade, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, mocking.

"Is it because you’ve clung to the high branches of Shen Jinci, that you want to clear any ties with me?"

He sneered, his voice unusually cold, he got up and strode towards Bian Yue.

In dead silence, he looked down at her, "Bian Yue, you don’t actually think Shen Jinci would marry you, do you?"

Bian Yue truly hadn’t expected Li Sihe to say such a thing.

She looked at him, feeling more and more like a stranger.

"Think what you like, my relationship with Shen Jinci isn’t what you think!" Bian Yue said with conviction, her words firm.

"Really?" Li Sihe’s eyes were thick with sarcasm, "Then do you dare swear to heaven that you didn’t spend last night with Shen Jinci?"

Bian Yue saw Shi An’an approach from the side, a mocking smile on her face.

Shi An’an gently clung to Li Sihe’s arm, looking proudly at Bian Yue while her voice remained soft, "Shiheng, talk to Bian Yue properly!"

Seemingly playing the peacemaker, but actually fanning the flames.

"Li Sihe, when you bring women back home and keep them overnight, what right do you have to question me?"

Li Sihe felt an indescribable oppression in his chest, but for a moment, he couldn’t think of any words to retort against Bian Yue. He suppressed his rage, and said sternly, "I am the one asking you now!"

"What you really want to ask isn’t whether I spent the night with Shen Jinci, right?" Bian Yue coldly chuckled, her jet-black hair falling over her face, her dark hair and red lips strikingly beautiful and piercing to the eye.

She said, "What you want to ask is whether we slept together, right?"

She was a rose cultivated by Li Sihe’s own hand, and now all these thorns were piercing into Li Sihe himself, "Whether we slept together or not, it’s none of your business! You cheated first, even if I slept with Shen Jinci, it would be my own ability!"

Li Sihe’s face was pale, staring at Bian Yue, a panic overtaking him, even anger and annoyance were suppressed—he seemed on the verge of losing Bian Yue.

They argued and confronted each other, with heart-wrenching disputes; Bian Yue’s joy and her scars were both left by him.

Bian Yue loved him so much.

Li Sihe never imagined that Bian Yue would give up on him.

All these years.

Bian Yue, all these years, you say you’re letting go just like that?

Her resolute and magnanimous decision frightened him.

He had forgotten that Bian Yue was the precious daughter of the Bian Family; before he started to shield her from the world, she had already experienced the most ultimate form of love.

Bian Yue’s parents treated her like a jewel in the palm.

He brought home someone else’s treasure.

It was he who betrayed first.

Should the one who betrays first eat the bitter fruit?

This feeling caused Li Sihe’s attitude to suddenly weaken, his eyes complex as he looked at Bian Yue.

And how could Shi An’an bear to see Li Sihe hurt like this? She looked at Bian Yue, unconvinced: "Miss Bian, your marriage alliance with Shiheng is merely a business deal, just a transaction within the commerce. How can you meddle in whom he loves in his heart?"

Truly, the theory that love conquers all.

As if all the unorthodox, sleazy relationships that couldn’t stand the light could be glossed over with love.

The mistress weeps claiming true love is invincible, and the other woman enters the scene claiming their love is magnificent.

Bian Yue had seen such dramas since childhood, yet she never expected, it would happen to her.

"Love? Don’t make your transaction sound so pleasant. You’re nothing but a canary."

Bian Yue frowned, her eyes and brows tinged with coldness, "What are you? Do you have the right to interrupt me when I am speaking?"

Upset, Shi An’an moved forward to retort, "You..."

"Enough!" Li Sihe interrupted sternly, his expression icy, "Pack your things and get out."

"You’re driving me away?" Shi An’an looked at Li Sihe in astonishment, "Ah Hen... I feel for you..."

But Li Sihe was utterly unmoved.

Shi An’an endured the humiliation and went upstairs. As she packed, she deliberately slowed down, hoping Li Sihe would change his mind.

She wasn’t just talking nonsense to Bian Yue just now; she genuinely loved Li Sihe and stayed by his side out of love.

Li Sihe was generous, but Shi An’an tried not to want anything she could do without.

She wanted to show Li Sihe with her actions that she was different from those other women; she didn’t want his power or status, she wanted him, the person.

But Bian Yue’s words shattered Shi An’an’s love.

Shi An’an hated her.

Filled with hatred for Bian Yue, Shi An’an carried her luggage downstairs and saw Bian Yue sitting there.

Bian Yue was looking at a ladies’ magazine, picking suitable artists and talented novices for filming. As a producer, she had countless projects in hand; making a celebrity famous was as easy as turning over her hand.

Shi An’an stopped in front of Bian Yue, her eyes bloodshot.

Bian Yue closed the magazine, looked at her face, and spoke indifferently: "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

"Bian Yue! Don’t get too proud! You think I don’t know? Li Sihe doesn’t love you at all; he’s even touched me, but he wasn’t willing to touch you!"

After saying this, Shi An’an’s face flushed with exhilaration. She adjusted the position of her Hermes on her shoulder, sneering, "I wish you a lifetime of loneliness."

Bian Yue remained calm, "Are you done?"

Shi An’an, taken aback, hadn’t expected Bian Yue to have no reaction, "I’m done..."

"Shi An’an, between you and me, there is no deep enmity. It was only because of Li Sihe that we have bad blood. But back then, the drama that lifted you to the status of one of the top four young actresses in the entertainment industry was cast with you as the leading lady at my behest."

Shi An’an’s face, originally flushed red, paled at Bian Yue’s words.

"What joke is this? Are you crazy?" Shi An’an’s voice trembled, "Would you, Bian Yue, be so kind as to promote me?"

"I am the hidden boss of Mintang Media; the person who recommended you was Wen Jiao, the one who went to sign the contract with you was Anny, my assistant. I promote people based on their talent, and you had good potential."

Bian Yue tossed the magazine in front of Shi An’an, "This is the first magazine you appeared on when you made your debut. I hope you remember how difficult it was for you to obtain what you have now."

Shi An’an, looking at the old magazine cover, had many past events flash through her mind; the journey had certainly not been easy.

She was overjoyed to be favored by Anny at the time.

Shi An’an, with tears and mixed feelings of shame and anger: "Are you telling me all this to threaten me, that you could raise me high above, or cast me down into the mud beneath your feet?"

"You misunderstand. I just wanted to inform you that the production company of your new drama is still Mintang Media. I nodded approval for you to take the leading role when you hadn’t yet climbed into Li Sihe’s bed."

Bian Yue’s lips curled with sarcasm as she looked at Shi An’an coldly, "But now that it’s come to this, I don’t want these petty issues to affect my work. So, if you see me on set in the future, don’t act with the airs of a resentful woman; be more professional, please."

The new drama referred to by Bian Yue was the grand period piece "Shengshi Yan."

When the script was just signed, Shi An’an met Li Sihe. Since then, all work was put on hold—who would remember the producer then?

Now, stung by Bian Yue’s harsh reminder, Shi An’an felt a pain so great, she wished she could just bang her head against a wall and die.