After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 80: How Much Is It Worth?

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: How Much Is It Worth?

Shen Jinci suddenly called her name, with a hint of laughter, he said: "Yueyue, this is the first time you have called me your husband."

His voice carried too much laughter, and Bian Yue looked at him curiously, her voice filled with doubt: "Are...are you happy about it?"

Bian Yue thought that Shen Jinci wouldn’t answer.

But the man softly ’mm-hmed’, saying: "Happy."

The elevator doors slowly opened, Shen Jinci turned his face to look at her, the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows spreading across the smoothly polished marble floor.

Shen Jinci gazed deeply into her eyes, his voice slow and melodious, casually tender, he said: "Yueyue, although I don’t mind whether you admit me in public, if I could have the status, I would certainly be happy."

Bian Yue admitted that from any aspect, Shen Jinci really gave her enough security.

He knew she was emotionally timid and delicate, knew she feared betrayal, thus he willingly stepped down from his high position, step by step, coming to stand before her.

He clearly could have stayed above forever, always looking down on the world.

But there he stood before her, every word he uttered was filled with love.

Bian Yue’s palms began to feel clammy...

She lowered her eyes, looking at their clasped hands, and after a long while, she looked up again, her gaze resolute as she said: "Shen Jinci, you are now my husband, my...most trusted person."

And the man, watching her certain gaze, felt his heart soften, he gently pressed her palm, saying: "Thank you, Mrs. Shen."

Bian Yue was not one to lie, saying love now would seem too false, but she truly trusted Shen Jinci.

Even though not long ago, he had someone follow her, and even lied to her that he was ill.

But Bian Yue knew, if there was one person in the world who would never hurt her, she thought, that person would most likely be Shen Jinci.

Xiangjiang’s weather is unpredictable, just a moment ago it was clear skies, and now it started to pour.

Wen Jiao sat quietly by Wei Shuqian’s side, looking at the water droplets condensing on the car window glass.

She blinked, feeling a sour ache at the bottom of her eyes.

She had already fled overseas, acted humbly, yet still couldn’t avoid this day.

Wei Shuqian had come back for her.

"Wen Jiao," the man spoke, his cold, unaffectionate voice sounding more like a command as he called her name, he said: "Are you not happy to see me?"

Wen Jiao couldn’t make herself feel happy.

She gave a dry laugh, usually so proud and flamboyant, as brilliant as Xiangjiang’s hottest sun, but now her voice was incredibly weak, softly saying: "Happy."

"I think you should be happy, after all, there aren’t many people in this world willing to die for you, right?" The man’s voice was calm, even deliberately gentle, but the anger in his words was so heavy, it obliterated all the warmth, making it startling.

Wen Jiao’s already sore eyes hurt more, she could barely open them, her eyelashes heavily drooping, trembling constantly, she pursed her lips, not speaking.

The next moment, her neck was forcefully grabbed.

The man’s fingers were cold, his hand clasped around Wen Jiao’s neck, pulling her close to him.

Wen Jiao was frightened but did not resist, allowing Wei Shuqian to control the most vulnerable part of her, reducing the distance between them.

His presence was too dominating, suffocating, just like him—sharp and fearsome.

Wei Shuqian nowadays has charming yet ruthless wrists, unfathomably deep thoughts, and no one knows his background or the pure love he possessed in his youth...

Xiangjiang Girls’ High School is the most prestigious high school in Xiangjiang, while Weicheng High School, just a street away from Furong Street which is ever-changing and bustling, is getting more desolate day by day.

Wen Jiao first met Wei Shuqian when she was skipping class with Bian Yue to watch the sunset.

At that time, Bian Yue was still the new girl in class, personally brought to school by Li Sihe, delicate and beautiful like a doll.

Wen Jiao, being someone who is particular about appearances, found Bian Yue incredibly pretty at first sight and thought she would be suitable to befriend.

Although later interactions revealed that the girl had a strong personality and was not the fragile bird pampered by Li Sihe,

These are all things of the past; back when Wen Jiao was watching the sunset with Bian Yue, she merely felt it was nice to be around this beautiful sister, nothing more.

Seeing Wei Shuqian was an accident; at that time, he was wearing a washed-out white shirt, being beaten up by a gang at the top of a hill.

Wen Jiao initially didn’t want to intervene, but... Wei Shuqian was just too good-looking.

To be precise, he had a melancholic and fragile air about him.

He didn’t yet possess the ruthless demeanor of later years, nor his prominent fierceness; instead, he seemed enshrouded in a thick gloom, standing under the sun but devoid of any warmth.

Those delinquents were beating him up, he was covered in bruises, blood from his forehead covering half his face, yet he stood unyieldingly.

Wen Jiao found it interesting.

She had never seen a boy like this before.

So she stepped forward, handing each delinquent a 100 yuan note.

The group, which had been saying they would let Wei Shuqian die there, instantly left happily after receiving the money.

And Wen Jiao stood in front of Wei Shuqian, smiling as she looked at him, saying, "This is my month’s allowance; hey, you’ll have to take care of me now."

It was initially just a whimsical hunting game started on a whim by a rich young lady.

There were no deep hidden intentions; it was merely Wen Jiao acting on a whim.

Wei Shuqian stared at her blankly for a long time, then replied in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, don’t worry, I’ll earn money to repay you."

Wen Jiao found that amusing.

To her, the few banknotes were almost like scrap papers, yet they inspired gratitude and sincere thanks in an naive young man.

So Wen Jiao said, "No need for thanks, just keep me company for a bit."

Now, their roles have reversed.

The person thrown onto the bed was Wen Jiao.

In the dark room, money fluttered through the air.

Wei Shuqian lifted his hand, without any hesitation, pressing Wen Jiao down onto the bed, and said, "Wen Jiao, how much do you think an arm is worth?"

Wen Jiao suddenly widened her eyes, looking at him, breathing rapidly, her voice trembling, "Wei Shuqian... your hand..."

"Thanks to Miss Wen, I almost had to amputate," Wei Shuqian tugged at the corner of his lips, his cold gaze sharp as it lingered on Wen Jiao, suddenly smiling, "Miss Wen probably doesn’t remember anything, right? After all, with so many pretty boys in the entertainment industry, immersed daily, how could you remember the past?"

Wen Jiao felt the hairs on her body stand on end, Wei Shuqian pressing down on her, almost making it difficult for her to breathe under the intense pressure, subconsciously, she turned her face away.

But the next second, Wei Shuqian grasped her face forcing her to look at him directly, he said, "Wen Jiao, have you had fun these past years?"

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