After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 311: A Dying Man

Chapter 31: Chapter 311: A Dying Man

Bian Yue was unaware of all this.

So she didn’t know that Shen Jinci had returned home late at night, standing outside her bedroom for a long time, holding his red plastic hard-shell lighter in his hand, fiddling with it over and over.

He had a serious expression, studying the lighter for a good while, then slipped it into his pocket and walked away.

The night, accompanied by the sudden damp showers common in the rainy season, dissipated the stuffiness.

Shen Jinci maintained a calm and composed facade, his emotions hidden without a trace.

Three hours earlier in the chairman’s office, facing Li Sihe’s humble plea, he had said, "Li Sihe, how could I possibly hand over someone I fancy to someone else?"

At the moment those words were spoken, Li Sihe’s face showed a look of sudden realization.

He understood instantly.

All other matters were secondary, in the end, it was simply because Shen Jinci loved Bian Yue.

This love was too weighty, and yet his admission was delivered with such nonchalance.

His tone was as casual as if discussing the weather, but it made one’s heart suddenly contract.

Li Sihe thought about Li Tingmo’s troubled expression before and realized that probably even earlier on, she had understood Shen Jinci’s true feelings.

No wonder everything happened so naturally.

A hard-to-express panic, in an instant, spread over Li Sihe’s heart...

Bian Yue saw Shen Jinci at the breakfast table the next morning.

He was dressed in a plain white shirt, neatly pressed without a wrinkle, the fabric understated yet tasteful, combined with that delicate and noble face tinged with illness, he was quite eye-catching.

Bian Yue thought superficially, isn’t he much better looking than the magazine stars she saw back in Wen Jiao’s middle school days?

Even for a moment, Bian Yue boldly thought, what if she could sign Shen Jinci to act for her, he would certainly become an instant hit.

This thought was overly cunning, and feeling guilty, Bian Yue dared not look at Shen Jinci, instead lowering her head to inspect the breakfast on the table.

The table had a few Chinese breakfast items, not like the luxurious and wasteful spread in the presidential suite then.

Bian Yue looked at the wrinkled steamed buns, sat down thoughtfully, and heard the housekeeper say, "Mr. Shen got up early in the morning and has been busy preparing these, saying he wanted to make breakfast for you himself."

It turned out to be personally made by Shen Jinci.

Bian Yue suddenly felt that this breakfast was, indeed, quite luxurious.

"This is my first time making it, not sure how the taste is," the man’s voice was calm, not seeking praise, he said, "If you have any comments, you can tell me, so I can improve next time."

Bian Yue had no comments.

"Pretty good," Bian Yue nibbled on the bun in her hand, occasionally lifting her eyes to watch Shen Jinci’s expression.

The man had a cool and indifferent look, sipping black coffee by his side, flipping through some reports.

Bian Yue had sneaked a few glances at Shen Jinci when she passed by him.

It was indeed a very boring report, with dense words piled on top of one another; Bian Yue felt like giving Shen Jinci a magnifying glass to make it easier for him to read.

Looking at such cold and meticulous text so early in the morning really wouldn’t make one’s mood any better for the whole day.

Bian Yue felt more and more that Shen Jinci really had it tough, biting into her steamed bun again, she sincerely asked, "Shen Jinci, are you feeling unwell?"

After all, he was a man on the brink of death; he should take care of his health.

Shen Jinci calmly set down the report, and amid the astonished and shocked gaze of the butler nearby, he looked towards Bian Yue, a faint smile in his eyes, and said, "I am feeling quite uncomfortable."

Bian Yue’s face tensed with worry, her grip tightening on the steamed bun she held, "I’ll accompany you to the hospital to have a look, perhaps there’s still hope?"

Sincere and earnest.

She could not mask her own emotions.

Suddenly Shen Jinci lost his appetite for teasing her, the smile faded from his face, becoming expressionless, "If there is hope, when do you plan on divorcing me?"

The butler listening nearby was scared witless.

Though high society was rife with couples living in name only, a pair discussing divorce on their second day of marriage was unheard of in the entirety of Xiangjiang.

Bian Yue felt the bun in her hand lose its appeal. She pondered seriously, before cautiously responding, "When I receive the inheritance, and Mr. Shen you have also stabilized the situation for the Shen Family, we will find a time that impacts the two of us the least to discuss the divorce."

Across the dining table, Bian Yue’s eyes were clear and clean, as if she were swearing an oath, "I will definitely cooperate with you, I won’t let you suffer any loss."

The young lady had really not overstepped any boundaries, nor had she harbored any wild ambitions.

The butler could not bear listening any further, silently retreating to leave the battlefield.

"Not let me suffer any loss?" In the spacious hall, now only with the two of them, Shen Jinci softly repeated Bian Yue’s words, and with a slight smile added, "Then I really must thank you for your consideration."

Bian Yue waved her hand, as if to say such words were unnecessary between us, if Mr. Shen can fare well, I too would be happy for you.

A few days ago, Shen Jinci had neutralized most of the poison installed by Shen Shiniang, deliberately retaining a trace to maintain a sickly demeanor.

At that moment he coughed lightly, without a hint of concern, picked up his coffee and sipped gently, then spoke indifferently, "Actually, the best way to avoid loss would be for you to receive your inheritance and for me to depart this world early. That way, you could inherit the rights to the Shen Family assets, and the Shen Family could benefit from the support of the Bian Family’s wealth—a true win-win situation."

Bian Yue felt her legs weaken, nearly falling off her chair.

She looked at Shen Jinci, verifying repeatedly that the man wasn’t joking, and her smile became even more terrified, "I never intended... to let you die."

"Isn’t it said by the Xiangjiang Evening News that my days are numbered?" Shen Jinci stood up, walking towards Bian Yue.

His scent was on the cooler side, a mixture of crushed cedar and clean sandalwood, drifting softly. He squatted in front of Bian Yue, leisurely admiring the frightened look on the little princess’s face and spoke in a gentle murmur, "Come to think of it, I’m quite worried too. If I were to pass away, Miss Bian might not be able to secure her position in the Shen Family."

Bian Yue understood Shen Jinci.

After all, a man on the brink of death, a slight bad temper was unavoidable.

Bian Yue decided not to haggle with him and be a considerate person.

Then, Bian Yue lowered her head to meet Shen Jinci’s gaze, with all the tenderness and consideration she could muster, softly said, "Mr. Shen, you shouldn’t worry too much either. A lucky person by nature, you won’t depart this world that easily. And indeed, I lack the ability to secure my position in the Shen Family."

Shen Jinci’s smile did not wane, his eyes deep behind the rimless glasses, the double eyelids forming deep creases, his gaze came across as intensely focused, his face was one of scholarly restraint, causing Bian Yue not to harbor any disrespectful thoughts, only wishing to stay away from him.

But Shen Jinci brushed the stray hairs beside her temple with his fingertips, moving silently to secure his grip at the nape of her neck.

Bian Yue was like a small cat whose weakness had been caught, blinking up at Shen Jinci, making a tiny whimpering sound.

Shen Jinci’s gaze darkened, latching onto the panic in Bian Yue’s eyes, his interest piqued, he said, "I have a method to ensure Miss Bian can secure her position."

Bian Yue asked, what method would that be?

Shen Jinci said, "Before I depart from this world, give birth to a child that carries my bloodline."