After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 72: I Love You

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: I Love You

His tone didn’t carry a hint of apology, the oppressive aura of a superior was vividly clear at this moment. He lowered his gaze to look at her, his long eyelashes veiling the fierceness in his eyes, leaving only a cold calm that no one dared to speculate.

He calmly said, "Yueyue, are you here to propose divorce to me?"

The young girl suddenly widened her eyes, looking at him.

At that moment, Shen Jinci felt as if his heart was easily seized in someone else’s hand.

With just a little bit of force, she could make him long for death.

Would she talk about divorce with him?

If she did, what would he do?

Agree to it?

No, that was absolutely impossible. He would rather use any means necessary to keep her by his side. He would give her the best of everything, to compensate for her lost freedom.

He was never a good person to begin with, having never done a good deed in his life, selfish and indifferent to the world.

So why should he go against his own nature?

He was never a gentleman of high society.

Thinking thus, the fierceness in Shen Jinci’s eyes gradually deepened.

But the next moment, he saw Bian Yue’s eyes reddening.

And so, the malicious thoughts that had just formed, receded as easily as the tide.

Bian Yue is a Princess, ah. How could he keep her trapped by his side with his filthy, lowly possessiveness?

If...

If she truly wanted to leave, perhaps... it would be better to set her free.

His nature told him to forcibly keep her at all costs, but love told him to let go.

Shen Jinci inwardly smiled bitterly with a sigh.

And Bian Yue, stunned, looked at Shen Jinci, obviously not expecting he would have thought of this.

"How could you think..." Bian Yue paused, struggling for words, then said: "How could you think I would want a divorce over this? Shen Jinci, it’s really not necessary, I just want to know why you lied to me."

How wonderful, his Little Yue always turned out to be even kinder than he imagined.

Shen Jinci raised his hand to touch Bian Yue’s face, his fingers cool, trembling slightly.

He smirked, his voice growing deeper, "You just want to know why I lied to you?"

Bian Yue nodded, she was open and calm, without a hint of anger, she said, "Don’t you think you ought to tell me?"

"I thought you would want to divorce me." Shen Jinci’s lips pressed tight, repressing the anxiety he was barely keeping at bay.

He was afraid to lose her.

Tremendously afraid.

"Shen Jinci, marriage is not child’s play, even though what’s between us was a cooperation..."

"It’s not cooperation," the man interjected, gently cutting her off.

Astonishment deepened in Bian Yue’s eyes, confusion in her gaze grew, "We..."

"I fancy you," Shen Jinci said. "Bian Yue, I fancy you."

Hearing this answer, Bian Yue felt her mind crash.

Fancy, and not just like.

It’s love, not just affection.

Such a profound weight.

Bian Yue’s heart seemed to ache; she suddenly didn’t know how to respond, only able to dumbfoundedly follow his words and ask, "You love me?"

While Shen Jinci gently cradled her face, his gaze more focused, he enunciated every word, "I love you."

And so, the answer was on the verge of revelation.

"I’m not faking an illness, I’m not hanging by a thread, how else would you dare to marry me?"

It was that simple.

Bian Yue’s breath hitched, her voice tighter and deeper, "You pretended to be sick... to marry me."

"Yes."

Bian Yue was no fool; she quickly pieced everything together.

"So the front-page headline of the Xiangjiang Evening News was part of your plan."

"Yes."

"My breakup with Li Sihe, and the fact that I would come to you, was also part of your plan."

Shen Jinci’s fingertip lightly traced over Bian Yue’s lips, pressing slightly to leave a deeper rosy hue, "Yes."

"You went to great lengths to marry me because you love me..." She said this without much confidence, even though just moments ago, Shen Jinci had admitted his love. But Bian Yue was still unsure, feeling guilty as if doubting herself.

"Yes, I love you." Shen Jinci’s eyes softened as he kissed her forehead, generous with his praise, "How clever, Moon Princess."

Bian Yue’s eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, she lowered her gaze, somewhat panicked she stood up, "I... I want to be alone for a while."

The moment she got up, her wrist was caught.

Shen Jinci guessed her retreat.

Tonight, he was grateful for her tolerance and knew he had been presumptuous and rash.

But now that things had come this far, to not advance was to retreat.

If he continued to let Bian Yue be as before, she would only become more and more afraid to face him.

Therefore, Shen Jinci could only keep her with him by force.

He pulled her into his arms, firmly holding her waist, gentle yet insistent, "Are you angry?"

Bian Yue said no.

Shen Jinci said, "I originally didn’t want to tell you all this. I know you’re sensitive, and bringing this up will make you feel burdened. But something happened today, and I couldn’t keep covering it up."

Bian Yue gritted her teeth, she was straightforward, "I thought... we were collaborating."

"Our collaboration can still continue, being married is a good chip for the Shen Family Patriarch. Our collaboration won’t change, nor do I need any response to my affection." He spoke from a position of benefit and reason, showing restraint and control.

He paused, then added, "Yueyue, love doesn’t need a response. This is just my personal choice, and you shouldn’t pay for it."

He was telling her that nothing would change, and he wouldn’t bind her in the name of love.

But when Bian Yue looked at Shen Jinci, the unease in her eyes was heavy, she said, "But... what about me do you love? Shen Jinci, what about me is worth your love?"

"What if I said everything, would it seem cliché?" He asked lightly, his hand brushing her cheek, tucking away loose strands of her hair.

Bian Yue pursed her lips, "A little."

Shen Jinci looked into Bian Yue’s uneasy eyes, his noble features smiling gracefully, "Yueyue, you are not me, how would you know it’s not true? Perhaps if you look at it from another perspective, I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time?"

"A long time ago? But when did we meet, and where do I even begin with this ’long time ago’?"

Bian Yue’s bewilderment didn’t seem faked at all as she looked at Shen Jinci, questioning, "Shen Jinci, my memory isn’t that poor. If you had met me a long time ago, how come I don’t have any recollection of it?"

Bowing his head, he suddenly held a small, hard object in his hand.

Bian Yue focused her gaze, it was the red plastic lighter.

Bian Yue remembered, "You said before... this was a gift from me."

That was what he told her on the day they got their marriage certificate, as Shen Jinci sat in the pavilion.

But whether it was back then or now, Bian Yue was just as perplexed.

She said, "I really don’t remember, when I ever gave you this."

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember, Yueyue, perhaps..." He paused, his voice softer, "perhaps those things aren’t important anymore, what’s important is the outcome, and the outcome is that I love you very much."

Bian Yue’s ears turned red; she was not a timid person, she had always tried to live boldly, but...