After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 180: Threatening With Life

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Threatening With Life

Wei Shuqian supported Wen Jiao’s shoulders, staring into her eyes, emphasizing each word, "I really want to know."

"Even if this truth is painful for you?"

"Yes," Wei Shuqian smiled wryly, self-mockingly: "Wen Jiao, there is no truth more painful than losing you."

Wen Jiao thought, perhaps the day had really come when it could no longer remain unsaid.

After so many years apart, they were fated to reunite; perhaps those past secrets shouldn’t remain buried forever.

Ultimately, Wen Jiao revealed everything.

At 18, Wen Jiao truly loved Wei Shuqian. How much did she love him? For the first time, the young lady, used to playing games with life, genuinely wanted to plan a future for the two of them.

Wen Jiao had really considered spending her whole life with Wei Shuqian.

The turning point came on a winter’s day when she was 18, during the New Year.

That year, Xiangjiang was exceptionally cold.

Wen Jiao asked Bian Yue for help, asking her father, Wen Yongwei, to spend the New Year at the Li Family.

Bian Yue curiously asked Wen Jiao why, but Wen Jiao was vague and didn’t say.

Actually, she wanted to spend the New Year with Wei Shuqian.

Wen Jiao knew that at Wei Shuqian’s home, the New Year was bleak, with just him and his foster mother.

On New Year’s day, Wen Jiao dodged Wen Yongwei and sent Wei Shuqian a text message.

She wished him a happy New Year and asked him what he planned to eat for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Wei Shuqian replied quickly, "Jiaojiao, Happy New Year, eat well and grow well."

Wen Jiao read this message over and over, finally deciding not to hold back, and just go.

That night, Wen Jiao knocked on Wei Shuqian’s door.

In the night, she stood at the doorstep in a bright red outfit, smiling, and greeted Wei Shuqian, who opened the door, "Happy New Year."

The young man’s face showed surprise, but it was quickly covered by gentleness. He stared at her for a long time and softly said, "I didn’t expect you to come."

"Aren’t you going to invite me in?" Wen Jiao smiled.

That day, Wen Jiao met Wei Shuqian’s foster mother for the first time.

She was a frail woman, terminally ill, dressed simply and stooped. She slowly walked to the door, and upon seeing Wen Jiao, nervously asked, "Are you... Xiao Shu’s friend?"

Wen Jiao, unguarded, looked at the pale, weak woman and could not hide her surprise.

Wei Shuqian noticed and turned to instruct the woman to go back inside her room to avoid getting cold, then turned to Wen Jiao and said, "I have always lived with her, she adopted me, saving me from becoming an orphan."

Wen Jiao nodded, quickly hiding her initial shock, smiling and saying, "I’m glad to meet you, aunty. Wei Shuqian, Happy New Year."

The young man’s beautiful features were intense; he deeply looked at Wen Jiao, then his face relaxed into a smile, "Happy New Year, Wen Jiao."

Wen Jiao entered Wei Shuqian’s household, and this year’s New Year was spent together by the three of them.

The turning point occurred the next day at dawn.

When Wen Jiao woke up in the guest room and came out, she did not see Wei Shuqian, but instead saw a woman, hunched over her back, cooking for herself in the kitchen.

Seeing this, Wen Jiao quickly approached and said: "Aunt, may I help you?"

"Why would I need that? I heard from Xiao Shu that you are a wealthy young lady, how could you do these rough tasks?" The woman held the spatula in her hand and refused to let go, showing a smile towards Wen Jiao, full of loving kindness, she said: "Miss Wen, you just rest, I’ve got this."

To be called Miss Wen by the woman, Wen Jiao felt a sense of helplessness.

She did not know how to respond to the woman’s term of respect, which shattered the joyous scene of everyone from last night.

Wen Jiao didn’t know what to do for a while, she quietly sat at the dining table and messaged Wei Shuqian, who replied that he would be back later, as he was shopping in the market.

While Wen Jiao was lost in thought staring at her phone, the woman had already brought over the food.

It was clear to see that it was a carefully prepared breakfast, probably using the best ingredients available at home.

Wen Jiao received it with a smile and politely thanked: "Thank you, Aunt, this omelet smells so good."

"Miss Wen, I’m glad you like it. I didn’t know you were coming last night, Xiao Shu and I only made two dishes, sorry for the inconvenience."

"It’s not an inconvenience." Wen Jiao, afraid that the woman might feel sad, said with a smile: "I usually don’t eat much, Aunt, your cooking is much more delicious than our chef’s, thank you!"

Actually, Wen Jiao didn’t know how to interact with elders. She was always irreverent with her father, Wen Yongwei.

After finishing speaking, Wen Jiao just ate, occasionally looking at the woman, whose smile was stiff, and they occasionally made eye contact, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Finally, breakfast was over.

Wen Jiao put down her chopsticks and thanked the woman for her hospitality.

"Miss Wen, I have something to ask. I know I shouldn’t be asking, but for Xiao Shu’s future, I really must beg you."

Wen Jiao was startled, looking at the woman’s pleading face, she frowned and said: "Aunt, you don’t need to use such serious words, just tell me if you need my help."

In the woman’s eyes, a struggle passed by, finally, it turned into a resolute decision.

She suddenly looked up at Wen Jiao and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Wen, you know our family isn’t well-off, but Xiao Shu is really a good kid. I can’t bear to see him live a lifetime under the burden of my ties, in poverty. I hope... depending on Xiao Shu’s genuine fondness for you, you could give us... some money."

The memory abruptly stopped.

In the silence, Wen Jiao was looking at Wei Shuqian’s astonished face.

"That Spring Festival, we had a great time, but I also indeed realized for the first time the enormous gap between us, Wei Shuqian. Do you know how I felt when your foster mother knelt down and kowtowed to me, asking for my help? I felt sad, my heart ached for you, it was the first time in my life I genuinely ached for someone."

Wen Jiao gently stroked Wei Shuqian’s face, her fingers were cold and trembling, "I thought about how our relationship started, merely on my whim, but your life is already so fragile, it can’t withstand my fleeting passions."

Wei Shuqian tightly grasped Wen Jiao’s wrist, his eyes reddening, his voice trembled, and his beautiful and sinister eyebrows were in pain, "So, you’re preparing to leave me?"

"No..." Wen Jiao slowly shook her head, with a bitter smile, "So, I think I can’t hurt someone who loves me like this, I need to be with you properly, I have to keep the promise to your foster mother, and bring you to a higher status. But... after the Spring Festival, your foster mother started asking for money repeatedly."

"What did you say?" Wei Shuqian’s eyes filled with blood, "She’s already passed away, did you know?"

"I, of course, know, she extorted fifty million from me with her death."