After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 94: Willing to Die

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Willing to Die

Wen Jiao remained silent, her eyes lowered even further, gazing upon her hand where the needle was inserted.

What have I done?

Is it worse than cheating?

—It depends on whose perspective you consider.

From Wei Shuqian’s standpoint, the harm done that year was too brutal.

A rich heiress’s arbitrary whim had completely reshaped his life.

Wen Jiao still didn’t dare to ask what exactly had happened in the end.

Therefore, she couldn’t answer Bian Yue’s question; instead, in a voice barely above a whisper and hoarse, she said: "Bian Yue, I don’t know, I’ve done something wrong, and I don’t know what to do."

Bian Yue felt an immense heartache, enveloping Wen Jiao in her embrace.

Many things were unknown, and as an outsider, how could one comment further?

All Bian Yue could think about was that if it were possible, she still hoped Wen Jiao could be happy.

Later that night, Bian Yue saw Wei Shuqian again.

A heavy rain poured down on Shen Family Mansion; the man with the black umbrella stepped out of a stretched Lincoln, his strides calm and steady as he walked past pavilions and towers, arriving at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of Bian Yue.

"Why has he come?" Bian Yue was startled and instinctively said, "He couldn’t possibly be here to cause trouble for Jiaojiao, could he?"

Shen Jinci comforted her, resting his hand on Bian Yue’s shoulder, "He’s not here to cause trouble; he just wants to check on Wen Jiao."

"Wen Jiao is already driven to slashing her wrists by him, can’t he wait until after Wen Jiao’s wounds heal to speak his piece?"

Bian Yue frowned, her voice filled with worry, "Shen Jinci, I don’t have many friends; I truly do not want anything to happen to Wen Jiao."

While they were speaking, the butler had already led Wei Shuqian in.

The man bore a temperament that was subdued and indifferent; his usual expressionless face now seemed even more stern upon hearing Bian Yue’s previous remarks.

Their eyes met, Bian Yue clenched her fists, and in a low voice said, "Mr. Wei, Wen Jiao is currently resting. Whatever you have to say, I can convey the message for you."

Wei Shuqian lowered his gaze, his voice clear and cold, "Miss Bian, perhaps you could first ask Wen Jiao if she is willing to see me."

Bian Yue pursed her lips, her defensive stance softened, adopting a touch of sincerity as she spoke, "I apologize, Mr. Wei, Wen Jiao is my best friend; she has been hurt under your care, and it was not easy for her to regain consciousness. I hope you can understand my caution."

Wei Shuqian noticed Shen Jinci’s protective manner, his hand placed on Bian Yue’s shoulder.

It seemed that if he didn’t say he understood today, Shen Jinci wouldn’t allow him to see Wen Jiao.

This friendship, forged through a surge of bloodshed, apparently cannot withstand tender affections.

In such a cold and stern atmosphere, Wei Shuqian felt somewhat amused, his expression easing as he looked at Bian Yue, each word pronounced with earnest: "I can understand; thank you, Miss Bian, for taking such good care of my fiancée."

Bian Yue’s heart skipped a beat.

"You’re engaged to Wen Jiao?"

"Formal notification hasn’t been given yet, but soon, we will be engaged," Wei Shuqian replied flatly, his gaze on Bian Yue, voice cold and steady, "Since Miss Bian is unwilling to tell me where Wen Jiao is, I’ll find her myself. No need for your assistance."

With that, without waiting for Bian Yue’s response, he walked past her and headed inside.

Bian Yue couldn’t help herself and called out to him, her voice tense, "Mr. Wei, I know Wen Jiao has done some things that wronged you before, but could you please show some clemency, at the very least not to further harm her physically? Wen Jiao’s life is extremely precious to me."

"Do you think I am the one who forced Wen Jiao to slash her wrists?" Wei Shuqian stopped in his tracks, without any expression he turned his head, looking back at Bian Yue standing behind him.

He actually found it very strange, such an aloof and reticent person as Shen Jinci, how could he fall for a woman who was soft-hearted and kind.

They were like night and day, simply from two different worlds.

But on second thought, he himself was not from the same world as Wen Jiao.

So he lightly curled his lips in a sneer, with a touch of mockery, "Do you think I came here for an eye for an eye?"

Bian Yue remained silent, which was an acknowledgment.

Wei Shuqian’s gaze grew deeper, that overly oppressive face now bore an indescribable chill, "Miss Bian, I assure you, she won’t be cutting her wrists or getting injured under my watch, and as for what you’ve just said, about Wen Jiao’s life being precious to you, unfortunately, it is just as precious to me."

Bian Yue was stunned; this time, she did not speak again.

One cannot force their way into changing someone else’s fate; Bian Yue had understood this lesson quite early.

Wen Jiao couldn’t escape from Wei Shuqian, the seeds sown in youth would eventually bear bitter fruit...

Wen Jiao sat on the bed, her complexion pale.

The doctor had just removed her IV drip, and at that moment, he was carrying the needle and drip bag out.

Wen Jiao lifted her face, meeting Wei Shuqian’s profound gaze at the door.

Gone was the clean and pure youth in him; today’s Wei Shuqian exuded sharpness, a taboo hidden in the deepest night, utterly untouchable.

Wen Jiao remained silent, took a deep breath, and flashed a lazy smile at the man, saying, "You came so quickly? I can tell, you really care about me."

Wei Shuqian frowned, a flicker of fierceness in his eyes.

He sat down in front of Wen Jiao, lowered his gaze to the scars on her wrist, and said calmly, "It seems you didn’t cut deep enough, you still have the energy to banter with me here."

This made Wen Jiao uncontrollably laugh; her eyes were curved in mirth.

How could she be so brazen, so heartless, as if nothing had ever happened between them.

Wei Shuqian looked at her, his voice growing colder, "Wen Jiao, say you’re sorry."

"Sorry? Why should I say sorry?" Wen Jiao raised her voice in retort, naive and radiant, "I’ve already apologized to you, Wei Shuqian. Good words need not be repeated, your refusal to accept is your own problem."

Her meaning was, she had only herself to blame.

Is that it?

Wei Shuqian had never seen a woman more heartless or thick-skinned than Wen Jiao.

He watched her laugh emotionlessly, but the next moment, out of the blue, he grabbed her throat.

The woman’s face flushed red, but the laughter in her eyes intensified, her gaze almost challenging Wei Shuqian, as if to say, go ahead, strangle me if you dare.

Wei Shuqian truly wanted to kill Wen Jiao.

But quickly, he calmed down and slowly released Wen Jiao’s throat, his voice tinged with ice, "I will propose to the Wen Family, you better be ready to marry me."

"Are you sick?" Wen Jiao’s smile froze, she covered her neck and bit back, "Wei Shuqian, do you believe that I..."

"Believe that you’ll cut your wrists again, die in front of me?" Wei Shuqian calmly continued Wen Jiao’s sentence, his fingertips cold as he held her chin, word by word, "Wen Jiao, a person as heartless as you wouldn’t have the guts to die."

Wei Shuqian received Wen Jiao’s breakup text in the summer when he was 18.

In the damp monsoon rains of Xiangjiang, 19-year-old Wen Jiao was holding a birthday party at home.

Half Mountain District was crowded with the wealthy; the daughter of the Ship Lord was having a birthday party, attended by the who’s who of Xiangjiang.