Her tone was really adorable, Shen Jinci watched her without any change of expression, resisting the urge to tightly hug her into his arms, his voice hoarse and calm, "Say it again."
The little princess slightly raised her chin, proud and arrogant, she said: "I love you too."
Why ’too’? Because Bian Yue always knew that Shen Jinci loved her.
She was soone who was proud because of being pampered, and Shen Jinci indulged her willingly.
Thus, after a brief silence and gaze, he lowered his head and kissed Bian Yue’s forehead with full devotion, like a devoted follower, he said: "Yes, Moon Princess, I loved you first."
On the highway, a stretch limousine sped along.
Wei Shuqian’s expression was cold, he frowned and sat in the back seat, his voice indifferent and increasingly aloof, "How much longer?"
The driver said, "10 more minutes, we’ll be there, please wait a mont."
Wei Shuqian only found out when he left from Shen Jinci that Wen Jiao had gone to the countryside silently alone.
Miss Wen truly acted on her whims, not following common sense, with no signs before running to the countryside.
Wei Shuqian felt as if his heart was scorched by fire, causing him distress.
To be precise, now anything related to Wen Jiao, even a slight loss of control, could make him irritable.
Wei Shuqian hated this feeling in himself; hence, he was increasingly angry at Wen Jiao.
He thought, when he arrives, he must ask her properly what she’s planning to do.
But the ten minutes, amidst Wei Shuqian’s chaotic and unfocused thoughts, passed quickly.
He stood at the gate of the country estate, still unsure how to start questioning when the ti cos.
The red lacquered wooden door was already mottled, Wei Shuqian’s temple veins bulged, he closed his eyes tightly, suppressing his turbulent emotions, barely calming his complex inner turmoil, before reopening his eyes and pushing the door in.
This villa clearly had years on it, the classical decor showed that it was once costly, but now, it just revealed a decayed old sll.
Wei Shuqian looked around and did not see Wen Jiao.
His inner turmoil surged again, his face turning an ashen blue as he was about to call Wen Jiao when suddenly the kitchen wooden door opened, and Wen Jiao ca out carrying a pot of charred vegetables, gracefully walking out of the smoky kitchen.
Wei Shuqian’s hand holding the phone stiffened, the phone screen still on Wen Jiao’s contact page, his hand drooped, quietly turning off the phone screen, he coldly watched Wen Jiao.
She, unaffected by him, placed the burnt cabbage on the table, indifferently said: "Why did you follow , treating like a prisoner? Mr. Wei, rest assured, you’ve even convinced my father, why would I have a reason not to marry you?"
Still the typical style of Wen Jiao, her words stinging.
Yet, Wei Shuqian felt perversely relieved in his heart.
He even felt like giggling sarcastically, mockingly replied: "What? Marrying feels like a hardship for you?"
"How could it be a hardship? I’m actually too happy," Wen Jiao sat down, appreciating the cabbage she just fried, "Hundreds of billions in funding, overseas markets, exclusive shipping routes, shipping technology, Mr. Wei really has deep pockets, I didn’t know I was so valuable."
Wei Shuqian seed not to hear Wen Jiao’s sarcasm, he sat down beside her, snatching the chopsticks from her hand.
"What are you doing..." Wen Jiao said angrily, "You’re stealing my chopsticks!"
Wei Shuqian picked up the charred cabbage with the chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
Wen Jiao’s anger was replaced by astonishnt, "You... aren’t you afraid of being poisoned?"
"You poisoned yourself?" Wei Shuqian’s tone was ice cold as he swallowed the strangely flavored cabbage, saying coldly, "Is Miss Wen here to reminisce about hardships and sweet monts?"
A long silence followed.
Wei Shuqian raised his eyes to see Wen Jiao looking at him indifferently.
The arrogant and spoiled young lady said with an entitled tone, "Wei Shuqian, I have never experienced hardship in my life."
Wei Shuqian clenched the chopsticks in his hand.
He scoffed coldly, his tone outright sarcastic, "I forgot, how could soone like you ever let yourself suffer?"
Wen Jiao still smiled, nodding her head with composed eyes and brows, "Yes, I won’t."
After speaking, Wen Jiao stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
She wouldn’t even turn back, continuously speaking as she walked, "If you have nothing else, you might as well go back first. Don’t worry, I just want to be alone for a couple of days, I won’t disappear."
Wen Jiao reached the door, her hand on the doorknob, as if suddenly rembering sothing, she laughed boldly and intriguingly, "Besides, even if I run away now, you have countless ways to find , right?"
Wei Shuqian truly hated this nonchalant attitude of Wen Jiao.
But he just watched her, remaining silent the whole ti.
The rainy season in Xiangjiang cos and goes every year, never stopping for anyone’s will.
Just like Wen Jiao herself, doing as she pleases, never compromising for anyone.
Yet, Wei Shuqian always rembered that ti, the damp heavy rain in Xiangjiang, Wen Jiao wearing a youthfully tailored skirt, her eyes holding a gentle gaze, her hair slightly wet.
She stood at her own doorstep, smiling at him, innocent yet seemingly harboring fatally attractive poison, disguising an addictive nature with a harmless exterior, she said, "Wei Shuqian, I’ve paid you my money for protection fees, aren’t you supposed to take in?"
The young girl whimsically pretended to be a penniless student in front of him.
That year, Wei Shuqian was not yet blood-soaked, still relatively sincere and clean; he frowned at Wen Jiao, and after a mont stood up and walked towards her, "Co in."
Thus, Wen Jiao beca a frequent visitor at Wei Shuqian’s ho.
She knew he had no parents, knew he was all alone.
Under the dim light of night, Wen Jiao’s eyes were reddened, her deanor convincingly chaotic, she said, "Wei Shuqian, I feel sorry for you."
She spoke with such seriousness, and at that ti, Wei Shuqian truly believed her.
He was even naïve enough to think that maybe, just maybe, heaven felt he was too embittered, so it sent Wen Jiao into his life.
She was like the sunshine in winter, warm, brimming with vitality.
But this so-called warmth was an illusion from the start.
His existence, for Wen Jiao, was just a fleeting hunting ga for the young miss.
Later in the restaurant and bars, the struggling young man trying to support his life got beaten to the ground by misbehaving wealthy youths.
That girl who told him she was penniless stood in front of him, slapping the playboy heavily across the face, who imdiately shifted from being arrogant to servilely fawning.
It turned out she was the Ship Lord’s daughter, a true wealthy girl.
By then, Wei Shuqian had already fallen deep; for the first ti in life, he fell in love with soone from another world.
His heart sank into an abyss, yet he naively fantasized: maybe? Maybe, against all odds, they could still be together.
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