After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 154: Admit Defeat

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Admit Defeat

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley, yet he still harbored the naive fantasy: perhaps? Perhaps they could overcome all obstacles and be together.

But life is not a romance novel. A person with nothing has no power to fight back against authority.

From the beginning, this relationship was a one-person play dominated by Wen Jiao. She was the only protagonist, deciding the final direction of this relationship.

At that time, Wei Shuqian still didn’t understand that love could not overcome all difficulties.

That’s why he lost so miserably.

Wen Jiao stayed alone in the room for a long time, and when she reappeared, the dish of plain-looking cabbage on the table had been eaten.

There was a package of exquisitely packed takeout on the table, and Wei Shuqian sat beside it, casually making a phone call.

His eyes were lowered, probably discussing business, his voice growing colder and frostier.

Seeing Wen Jiao come out, his gaze paused on her for a moment before he indifferently looked away and hung up the phone.

Wen Jiao sat down thoughtfully in the same spot as before, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at the food in front of her, lazily asked, "Did you order this takeout especially for me?"

"Wen Jiao, can you not flatter yourself?" Wei Shuqian slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, scoffed coldly: "It was my subordinate who thought I hadn’t eaten and brought it for me. What does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jiao nodded, quite seriously, "Alright, I’m just benefiting from your light, thank you."

Wei Shuqian liked this carefree side of Wen Jiao.

But he also hated it.

The bag contained Wen Jiao’s favorite pastries from various places, even the cilantro sprinkled on the black bean sauce ribs was what Wen Jiao usually liked to add.

Wen Jiao examined the dishes in front of her, twirling her chopsticks, she slowly said, "Wei Shuqian, are you even tracking what I eat?"

She had already determined, the man in front of her was a stalker.

"What’s there to track about your meals? Your father told me about these." Wei Shuqian frowned, his eyes held a heavy oppressive hostility, "Wen Jiao, don’t be so infatuated with yourself here."

Wen Jiao admired how Wei Shuqian could get along so harmoniously with her overprotective father.

She picked up a rib and put it in her mouth, eating contentedly.

She seemed as she should be, unaffected by any external forces, always able to remain composed.

Wei Shuqian was observing Wen Jiao the whole time.

Her focus while eating showed no lack of taste, she must have resigned herself to accepting the marriage arranged between them.

This thought brought much calm to Wei Shuqian’s mind, his expression softened, looking at Wen Jiao eating obediently, his voice unconsciously softened, "After eating, go wash up, I’ll stay with you tonight."

Wen Jiao’s till-then stable emotions finally cracked.

Unable to restrain herself anymore, she slammed her chopsticks on the table and looked up at Wei Shuqian, her eyes flickering with cold intent, "Is this amusing to you? Are you watching a prisoner?"

Wei Shuqian truly did not know how she could be so brazen.

"Prisoner? Wen Jiao, do I need to remind you that you are about to get married, and keeping me informed of your whereabouts is your duty as a fiancée!" Wei Shuqian’s face was expressionless, reverting to his usual indifference, "Am I being too nice today to let you do whatever you wish?"

"What have I done to be labeled as doing whatever I wish?" Wen Jiao sneered, not giving in an inch, "That’s just who I am, Wei Shuqian, if you don’t like it, can’t you just not marry me?"

Wei Shuqian’s heart convulsed with pain.

He watched Wen Jiao with a cold gaze, his voice tight, "Is this what you want to say? Wen Jiao, stop dreaming. Nothing about our marriage will change, you have no other choice but to marry me!"

"Paths are made by walking, even if we get married, the law still allows us to divorce! All you can do now is deceive my father and force me into marriage! But you can’t keep me tied to your side forever!" Wen Jiao suddenly stood up, her demeanor sharp and spirited, rarely losing her temper, yet at that moment, her face was flushed red.

"Wei Shuqian, whatever was between us ended many years ago! Why do you insist on clinging to me?"

Wei Shuqian thought that over all these years, he had nursed his hatred, tearing at his wounds in the dark, chewing over the painful memories, branding them into his body, all so that one day he could have his revenge on Wen Jiao.

But now, standing before her, even though his reason kept telling him over and over that this woman was callous and not worth his life,

His heart still told him: Love her... Love her... You truly can’t let go.

Wei Shuqian exuded a chilling, intimidating cold, his eyes bloodshot and frightening, staring at Wen Jiao in silence.

Wen Jiao knew she had spoken too harshly, but she no longer wanted to explain herself, looking exhausted, she said, "Wei Shuqian, I just wanted to be alone and clear my head, can’t you let me be alone for a bit?"

Wei Shuqian moved towards her indifferently.

Wen Jiao instinctively stepped back, just one step, before the man pulled her into his embrace by her wrist.

His arms held her waist tightly, the distance between them closed, and Wen Jiao could even see the bloodshot in Wei Shuqian’s eyes as he stared at her and rasped, "Wen Jiao, can we stop fighting?"

Wen Jiao froze, staring at him in bewilderment.

"What did you say..."

"Can we stop fighting? You’re more ruthless than me, and I concede defeat." Wei Shuqian looked down, gazing directly into Wen Jiao’s eyes, "You’ve won. After all these years, what I want most is still to marry you, Wen Jiao, I love you."

Wen Jiao’s mind was reeling, emotions overflowing, she was quite astonished, "After what I’ve done, you still love me?"

"Yes."

Wen Jiao took a deep breath, "Wei Shuqian, don’t you have any self-respect?"

"I don’t, dammit."

The hand that Wei Shuqian had on Wen Jiao’s waist suddenly tightened, and without a moment’s hesitation, he forcefully kissed her.

Their lips and teeth entwined, filled with intense emotion.

At some point, Wen Jiao’s lip was bitten, and she winced in pain, furrowing her brows, "Are you a dog?"

Wei Shuqian paused briefly, then ardently licked the wound on Wen Jiao’s lip. Seeing her pained expression, he let out a twisted smile, his voice slow and faint, "Don’t you like it when I please you like a dog? How does it feel?"

Wen Jiao was shocked, looking up at him, speechless.

Wei Shuqian gently patted her face, speaking softly, "I love you, but you have to be good, Jiaojiao, my temper really isn’t great."

He stated his warning as if it were an affectionate caress.

The rainy season in Xiangjiang was about to welcome its final rainfall.

When Bian Yue woke up, she stared at the date displayed on her phone, sitting on the bed in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, it was this familiar day again.

But this year seemed to be very different from the previous ones.