After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 71: Lost Her

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Lost Her

Li Sihe instructs the driver to turn around.

Bian Yue purses her lips, her delicate face cold, silent.

For a long time, the car is deathly quiet.

Outside, the rain has temporarily stopped, and the water accumulated on the ground reflects a small pool of light under the street lamps.

After a prolonged silence, Li Sihe takes the initiative to speak, his voice as gentle as before.

He says, "Yueyue, I was drunk just now, don’t take it to heart."

"Li Sihe, if someone slaps you and then says they were drunk and really sorry, could you really feel it’s okay?"

Bian Yue scoffs, pulling at the corners of her lips with a mocking curve, "Even if I truly tell you it’s okay, would you dare to believe it?"

Li Sihe falls silent again, pauses for a moment, then asks, "Are you blaming me?"

Bian Yue is straightforward enough, "I’m not blaming you, I just feel that we shouldn’t meet. I’m married; I have a family, and my morals do not allow me to have anything more to do with you, for whatever reason, and we shouldn’t meet in private."

"Bian Yue," he calls her name, his voice tinged with acidity, and says, "We’ve known each other for 7 years. Over these 7 years, don’t I even have the right to meet you privately?"

This time, it’s Bian Yue’s turn to remain silent.

Her silence, however, communicates a clearer message—no.

Li Sihe feels a meticulous despair enveloping his breath like dense vines.

His complexion turns pale, looking at the person so close yet feeling as if separated by thousands of miles.

—Li Sihe, you’ve lost her.

A voice in his mind repeats over and over, softly saying...

It is well past midnight when Bian Yue returns home, walking through the cool and quiet post-rain garden landscape, her shoes damp.

She reaches the main door, takes off her shoes at the vestibule, and then tiptoes inside.

Shen Jinci is at home.

Bian Yue had prepared herself psychologically for this, yet still feels uneasy when the moment arrives.

The man’s overly gentle tone on the phone conceals all emotions, deliberately making it impossible to glean any insights.

Bian Yue cannot fathom what he is thinking; common sense would suggest he should be furious by now, yet he remains so calm.

Thus, with mixed feelings, she continues inside.

The hall light is dim, the man’s silhouette immersed in the dark light, his back towards her, the white fabric of his clothes crisply outlining his straight and superior posture.

He fits too well with the darkness, as if he always belonged there.

Bian Yue’s heart tightens as she approaches him.

Her face fraught with unease, head bowed all the way until she sits down across from the man, not daring to make a move.

Bian Yue feels like a husband caught cheating in a TV drama, anxiously waiting for judgment.

Then Shen Jinci speaks, his voice low and magnetic, showing no ripples, calm as mist, he asks, "Can’t bear to look at me?"

Bian Yue then hesitantly lifts her head.

She sees the man’s handsome and noble face, those indifferent eyes, now dull and heavy, gazing at her, with profound depth in his brows and eyes.

Having opened the conversation, Shen Jinci gives Bian Yue a bit of courage. She hesitates for a moment, then quietly says, "I’m not afraid to look at you... Shen Jinci, are you tired today?"

Truly a childish thing to say.

Awkward and stiff, attempting to divert the topic.

Seeing him not speaking, Bian Yue instinctively clenched her hand, steering the conversation back, her voice even softer, "I can explain this, can you talk to me first? Give me a chance to explain?"

Shen Jinci took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, biting it at the end of his lips in front of Bian Yue.

His movements were calm, so calm that Bian Yue couldn’t guess what he was really thinking.

The lighter’s wheel scraped lightly, making a faint sound.

In the dim light, his slender fingers gathered a weak flicker of fire, making his facial features even more charming against the night.

In front of Bian Yue, he lit the cigarette, his demeanor deep like still water.

For some reason, Bian Yue felt inexplicably flustered.

So she spoke again, adding, "Today, I went with Wen Jiao to Xiangjiang Girls’ High School for lunch. I hadn’t planned on encountering Li Sihe there, but he was drunk, and that’s why he stopped me."

The cigarette smoke gently curled around. Shen Jinci held the cigarette, not proceeding further, letting the smoke spread as he watched Bian Yue silently, seemingly hinting for her to continue.

A wave of complicated emotions surged within Bian Yue’s heart; she suddenly remembered what Li Sihe had said to her in the car.

So the conversation took a turn, becoming an accusation: "Don’t you have anything to explain to me? Shen Jinci, tell me, are you ill?"

Shen Jinci’s eyes narrowed, his emotions extremely subdued.

It was not surprising that Li Sihe could find out about this. He was momentarily startled, then returned to calmness. Finally, he spoke, his voice even and calm, "No."

Bian Yue nodded, smiling in admiration, "Mr. Shen deceiving me? Indeed, Mr. Shen is impressive."

It had been a long time since she had spoken to him in such a distant, cold tone. Addressing him as Mr. Shen, every word was thorny.

The brooding in Shen Jinci’s eyes deepened; he clenched his hand holding the cigarette tighter, extremely trying to restrain himself, and brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag before suddenly crushing it out forcefully.

He strode towards Bian Yue, grabbed her by the nape and kissed her fiercely.

His lips were cold, carrying the aroma of tobacco and sandalwood, his tongue knocking open her teeth, and he kissed her deeply without a slightest hesitation.

An overwhelming sense of conquest.

Bian Yue’s hands pressed against his chest, her attempts to push him away weak and feeble.

Finally, before Bian Yue felt like she was suffocating, he finally let her go, gazing into her eyes gently:

"Open your mouth."

Very calmly spoken two words, if not for the deep, inscrutable desire in his eyes, which was intimidating not to stare at, just by the sound of his voice, he seemed cool and self-contained, not perturbed in the least.

But at this moment, his eyes were clearly filled with desire.

Bian Yue was almost too frightened to look in his eyes.

Her gaze darted away, her panicked expression nearly impossible to conceal.

"Open your mouth," he repeated.

Bian Yue’s eyes trembled slightly; her breath was filled with the man’s cool, indifferent aura.

This time, the one who remained silent became Bian Yue.

And Shen Jinci didn’t care about Bian Yue’s silence; he had gently pinched her chin, his gaze fixed on Bian Yue’s soft red lips, his possessiveness spreading inch by inch, he kissed her again, deeper than before, but also much gentler.

Bian Yue’s fingertips tingled; she felt as if all her strength had been drained, which was why she could only collapse weakly in Shen Jinci’s arms, letting him slowly steal her breath away.

It was unclear how long it finally took before Shen Jinci let her go.

Their breaths mingled, his eyes dark and gloomy, watching her intently, his voice faint: "Bian Yue, I admit, I lied to you."

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