After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 98: Law of the Jungle

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Law of the Jungle

Later, this photo appeared in Shen Jinci’s wallet, and was seen by Wei Shuqian, two years later.

Wei Shuqian was deeply shaken, and seriously said to him, "Third Brother, the young lady has a ruthless heart."

At that time, Shen Jinci did not speak.

Nobody knew better than him how tender-hearted Bian Yue truly was.

He just... even today, did not know in what manner to face her.

People say that the closer you are to home, the more timid you feel. For Shen Jinci, it was more about feeling unworthy.

He was tainted, and did not know how to touch the pristine Moon.

That year, Shen Jinci was 23 years old, just having withdrawn from the civil war in S state. It was a nearly shuffling conflict from which he feigned death to escape, his whereabouts unknown to anyone.

Yet, amid such harsh circumstances, he still managed to take control of the entire S state, even when he was not physically present there.

Many people were looking for him; some wanted him to return, but more wished him dead.

And he returned to Xiangjiang, merely to lay to rest the old head of the Shen Family, Shen Shan.

Shen Jinci, a man who believes in exacting retribution, followed the doctrine of karmic cycles.

Shen Shan had exiled him abroad for many years. He fell into dire states multiple times and narrowly escaped death just as many times, knowing this man, nominally his father, was in reality using him as a whetstone for a man named ’Shen Jinci’.

So, he returned from abroad, his body still not cleansed of the bloodshed, a nocturnal wanderer suddenly finding himself in the misty rain-season of Xiangjiang, clutching tightly the knife of revenge in his hand.

Passing by Bian Yue’s 16th birthday party was merely an accident.

He did not care whose birthday party it was or even the surname of the host; he was there to claim a life.

Just like the many years spent living dangerously, balancing on the edge of a knife.

That year, his hair was neatly trimmed, his face beautiful yet indifferent and haughty, his aura so forbidding that one dare not come close just by glimpsing him from afar.

He hid his gaze while standing outside Bian Yue’s birthday party, observing Shen Shan’s movements.

The floor-to-ceiling windows, clear as air barriers, showcased the upper-class elites in the luxurious hall vividly.

Bian’s father and Mother Bian were chatting with Shen Shan, clearly enjoying the conversation.

Shen Shan looked quite frail, but still managed the shallow pleasantries flawlessly.

He watched Shen Shan’s face from a distance; the latter’s facial features bore some resemblance to his, but lacked the malevolence, showing more of a superior’s aloofness.

He pondered how to kill this old fool at this dull birthday party.

It’d be best if the blood didn’t splatter too far, making the death quiet and subtle.

He had no plans to stay in Xiangjiang any longer; he just wanted to swiftly finish off Shen Shan, to give a reasonable conclusion to his years of suffering.

Afterwards, he would become the new underground king of S state, reigning over violence and darkness, reveling in a life that he loved and thoroughly enjoyed.

But then, Bian Yue appeared.

The young girl ran down from upstairs, her steps light, innocent and cheerful.

In his life of calculated schemes and relentless vigilance, he had never encountered a woman like her; she looked incredibly beautiful, all positive adjectives in the world would not be an exaggeration if used to describe her.

She blinked her pretty eyes, seemingly observing something.

And watching her, his limbs went cold and numb.

He felt as if he stood on the most bustling and beautiful street, separated by thick glass, looking at a world that did not belong to him.

Bian Yue also looked in his direction; for the first time, he felt a panicked reluctance to meet someone’s gaze.

He lowered his head, instinctively averting his gaze.

And Bian Yue spoke to the person beside her, and before long, someone with a thick stack of money walked out.

His clothes were ragged, he was in a damp place, and he looked extremely wretched.

So the Moon Princess stood under the bright lights, looked at him from afar, and handed him a stack of money.

Was it charity?

In a sense, yes.

It was the charity from someone superior to someone inferior.

There was a moment when he wanted to take this naive little princess back to S state.

It would be more suitable for him there; he could confine her by his side, keep her to himself, and enjoy her unscrupulously.

The world called him Mors, a metaphor in English for death.

Such a name, linked to a person, obviously showed how notorious his reputation was over the years.

But in the law of the jungle, this could even be called supreme praise.

Undoubtedly, in the murky underworld where power, status, and means reigned supreme, she would become his possession, just like everything else in that world—as long as one is strong enough, one can have everything.

But somehow, he found it unbearable.

So he just clenched the money in his hand and turned away.

Is it her birthday today? So, it’s better if Shen Shan doesn’t die today.

He thought, the little princess seemed quite timid; if someone really died in front of her, she would surely cry.

At least for now, Shen Jinci did not intend to make her cry from fear.

That very night, in the old house of the Shen Family, Shen Shan sat in the study, waiting for the guest who was coming from afar.

They were father and son; they knew each other better than anyone else.

Yet, for many years, one in the light and one in the shadows, never intersecting.

The high society could not accommodate a madman full of malice.

Shen Shan was dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, the white with discreet patterns was luxurious, setting off his deep and elegant demeanor, inscrutable.

Shen Shan looked up to see Shen Jinci standing in front of him, smiled faintly, "You’re back in the country."

"I’m here to claim your life." His smile was cold, his indifferent expression revealing a trace of murderous intent, "Considering that you are also my father, I’ll give you a chance to choose your own way to die."

He was not joking. As he spoke, the cold metal object in his hand spun lightly, the dark muzzle pointing at Shen Shan’s chest.

The nearby butler turned pale, looking at him in horror and pleading, "Young master... please calm down, don’t be impulsive! This is your father!"

"Father? What a strange word—I prefer to call him the instigator." The man smiled calmly, "Do you like this term?"

Shen Shan smiled, "I like it; after all, it’s also the first title you gave me. By the way, what do all those people abroad call you? Mors?"

This name, coming from Shen Shan’s mouth, had an effortless mastery.

He really didn’t know what right this man had to be so composed in front of him.

So he sneered slowly, "Since you know, then you should also understand that you won’t survive tonight."

Shen Shan’s expression remained unchanged, smiling as he watched him.

The butler spoke again, more frantically, "Young master... please don’t harm the master."

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