After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 18: You Won’t Lose Out

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: You Won’t Lose Out

Bian Yue couldn’t help but feel disheartened as she pondered over what to say to build herself an out, but at the next moment, she heard Shen Jinci’s voice.

The man maintained his earlier demeanor, his aura distant and just as intense, not even lifting his eyes as his voice sounded deep and ornate: "Alright."

So resolute, without even probing for details, Bian Yue even doubted if she had heard him correctly.

Now it was Bian Yue who found herself at a loss for words.

The heating was strong, and even soaked through, she wasn’t cold.

Bian Yue looked at Shen Jinci, her expression one of shock at explosive news, still unable to react, just staring blankly.

Shen Jinci, however, raised his eyes with a fleeting smile that, upon closer inspection, seemed as tranquil as ever.

He spoke softly and dispassionately, saying, "I have agreed, my... fiancée."

The words ’my fiancée’, as if being chewed over for a long time, carried such a prolonged sigh.

Bian Yue’s chest began to tingle, an indescribable emotion starting to spread within her.

Shen Jinci stood up and walked towards her.

He was quite tall, and as Bian Yue looked up at him, she felt an oppressive presence.

Only then did Bian Yue realize what she had done after leaving Wen Jiao’s home, holding her breath up until now.

She had proposed to Shen Jinci.

This was Shen Jinci.

Bian Yue felt a surreal sense of winning the lottery jackpot.

The man had already squatted in front of her, reaching out to touch her drenched hair, and spoke faintly, "I understand what you mean, you marry me and I help you get the Bian Family’s inheritance back, right?"

"Right," Bian Yue was stunned.

He was so lucid, already aware of all her plans.

"You think I’m about to die, so a short time in exchange for a lifetime guarantee, after all, it’s a good deal, right?" His tone remained even, as if talking about someone else.

"Right..." Bian Yue’s heart tightened even more, but she couldn’t help saying, "But... let’s stick to the matter at hand, Mr. Shen, someone of your status is beyond me, but times have changed, after all, you are gravely ill, and in Xiangjiang, there are few heiresses with my kind of assets who would be willing to marry you, after all... a second marriage is quite troublesome."

Shen Jinci did not speak.

Bian Yue smiled appeasingly, showing both resilience and flexibility, reached out and took hold of Shen Jinci’s arm, her attitude affectionate, "You could also use our marriage to suppress the negative press about you! Shen Jinci, by marrying me, you wouldn’t be at a loss."

Her girlish demeanor, calling him by his full name, seemed to erase a lot of the strangeness between them.

"Uh-huh." Shen Jinci’s lips curled slightly, the silver semi-rimmed glasses adding a scholarly charm to his indifferent eyes and brows. He removed his hand from Bian Yue’s hair, saying, "Not a loss."

"Then... when shall we marry?" Bian Yue was overjoyed, asking tentatively.

Shen Jinci’s eye corners carried a gentle curve, "Whenever you wish."

Bian Yue pursed her lips, asking sincerely: "How long do you have... left?"

It was a somewhat taboo subject, but Shen Jinci’s smile deepened, "At least, I won’t die before we get married."

Bian Yue nodded thoughtfully, frowning in contemplation; the longer the night, the more dreams, the longer the time, the more variables.

With this thought, Bian Yue firmly said, "Let’s do it as soon as possible then."

Shen Jinci’s brows and eyes grew warmer with a suppressed tenderness as he focused on Bian Yue, "Alright then."

He spoke so casually, without a care in the world.

Bian Yue couldn’t shake the suspicion that Shen Jinci didn’t care about anything because he was close to death.

Before she could ponder further, Shen Jinci was already urging her to go upstairs to clean up.

Shen Jinci said: "Your room is on the third floor, facing south, the second one. Your clothes are soaked through; go take a shower."

The room was clearly well-prepared, stocked with all sorts of daily items for girls, even the decorations lacked the cold and simple cool tones, replaced with warm and bright warm colors.

After freshening up, Bian Yue sat in her room and texted Wen Jiao.

Bian Yue said: "Wen Jiao, I’m getting married."

Wen Jiao’s call came in the very next second, her voice piercing: "What did you say you’re doing!"

Bian Yue moved the phone further away before seriously repeating, "I’m getting married!"

"No way, Bian Yue! What are you daydreaming about! Did Li Sihe drive you to this?" Wen Jiao was incredulous, "You were still at my house watching the rain three hours ago, and now you’re telling me, you’re getting married? Who’s the groom? Some hunk that surpasses all of Hong Kong Island to make you decide to marry him in just 3 hours..."

"Shen Jinci," Bian Yue interrupted Wen Jiao’s endless chatter, repeating with kindness, "Shen Jinci."

"Shen... Shen Jinci?" Wen Jiao gasped, "You’ve jumped from the tiger’s den into the wolf’s lair! Bian Yue, have you thought this through? Not to mention that Shen Jinci is dying, do you realize how deep the waters of the Shen Family are! Even more complex than the Li Family! How can Shen Jinci, sick and close to death, save you from a sea of flames in the Shen Family!"

Bian Yue listened to Wen Jiao’s questions with an air of unconcern, optimistically thinking and saying with a laugh: "I’m not after anything from the Shen Family, I have no conflicts of interest with those people. Besides, Shen Jinci looked quite healthy today, he probably won’t die that soon..."

Before she finished, Bian Yue saw Shen Jinci standing at the door.

The door was ajar, and the man leaned against the door frame, watching her faintly.

His posture was relaxed, but there was an inapproachable sense of detachment to him, just calmly watching her.

Bian Yue felt as though there was a barrier between her and Shen Jinci.

So, Bian Yue hung up the phone without listening to what Wen Jiao responded.

Their eyes met, Bian Yue pulled out a smile, and said awkwardly: "I’m used to not closing the door when I’m at Wen Jiao’s house."

"You can keep not closing it here too," Shen Jinci paused and added: "You’re right, I probably won’t die that quickly."

Bian Yue couldn’t smile.

What a terrible person I am! At the end of the day, Shen Jinci is a patient with a terminal illness, speaking such words really is heartless!

"Shen Jinci... I didn’t mean that, I wasn’t..." Bian Yue closed her eyes, bitten the bullet and said: "I truly wasn’t hoping for your death!"

"I know," Shen Jinci’s voice carried a soothing tone, calm and steady, "I only came to ask you, is it too rushed to have the wedding registry tomorrow and the ceremony a week later?"

Bian Yue looked into Shen Jinci’s eyes, that held a touch of pity.

Is his condition so bad that he’s in such a hurry?

Bian Yue, with a spirit of sincere cooperation, quickly said: "Of course it’s fine."

"It’s very rushed, I’m afraid it’ll be unfair to you," said Shen Jinci like that.

"How could it be!" Bian Yue walked towards Shen Jinci, comforting him: "I’m very easygoing, we can keep things simple. On my side, only Wen Jiao is coming to the wedding. You can see who you want to invite, it’s all fine!"

Shen Jinci watched Bian Yue earnestly planning.

He focused his gaze, and said softly: "I’ll have someone prepare a guest list first. When it’s time, you can check it out and cross off any names of people you dislike."

Bian Yue hesitated for a moment, somewhat unsure, "Wouldn’t that be... inappropriate?"

On a gloomy rainy day, Shen Jinci caught the warm scent coming off Bian Yue, restraining the urge to stroke her soft hair, and said seriously: "By my side, you can do whatever you like."