Chapter 154: Surrender
His heart sank to the bottom, but he still had a naive delusion: maybe? Maybe they can still overcome all difficulties and be together.

But life is not a romance novel. A person who has nothing is completely powerless in the face of power.

From the very beginning, this relationship became a one-man show dominated by Wen Jiao. She was the only protagonist and determined the final direction of this relationship.

Wei Shuqian didn't understand at that time that love cannot overcome all difficulties.

That's why we lost miserably.

Wen Jiao stayed in the room alone for a long time. When he came out again, the ugly cabbage on the table had been eaten.

There was a beautifully packaged takeaway on the table. Wei Shuqian was sitting beside the table, dialing the phone naturally.

His brows were lowered, probably because he was talking about business, and his voice became increasingly cold and indifferent.

Seeing Wen Jiao coming out, his gaze lingered on Wen Jiao for a moment, then he casually retracted his gaze and hung up the phone.

Wen Jiao sat down in the same seat as before, thoughtfully resting his chin on his hand as he looked at the dishes in front of him. He lazily asked, "Is this the takeaway you ordered especially for me?"

"Wen Jiao, can you please stop flattering yourself?" Wei Shuqian curled his lips slightly and sneered, "My subordinates brought me food because they thought I had nothing to eat. What does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jiao nodded and said seriously, "Okay, I am lucky enough to have benefited from this. Thank you very much."

Wei Shuqian liked the way Wen Jiao did whatever she wanted.

But I also hate her for being like this.

The packaging bag contained the dim sum that Wen Jiao liked to eat on a daily basis. Even the coriander garnishing on the black bean sauce spare ribs was something Wen Jiao liked to add on a daily basis.

Wen Jiao looked at the food in front of her. She turned her chopsticks and said slowly, "Wei Shuqian, you even followed me while I was eating?"

She had already determined that the man in front of her was a stalker.

"Why would you follow me while I'm eating? Your father told me all this." Wei Shuqian frowned, his eyes full of hostility and oppression. "Wen Jiao, don't be so self-indulgent here."

Wen Jiao admired Wei Shugan for being able to get along so harmoniously with his protective father.

She picked up the spareribs and put them in her mouth, eating them happily.

It seemed like she was supposed to be like this, not disturbed by any external forces and able to remain calm at all times.

Wei Shuqian has been observing Wen Jiao.

She was focused when she was eating, and she didn't lose her appetite. She probably had already accepted her fate and chose to accept her marriage with him.

This thought calmed Wei Shuqian's mood. His expression eased, and as he watched Wen Jiao eating obediently, he slowed down his voice unconsciously: "Go wash up after dinner. I'll stay here with you tonight."

Wen Jiao's calm mood finally began to crack.

She couldn't stand it any longer and slammed the chopsticks on the table. She looked up at Wei Shuqian with a hint of coldness in her eyes: "Is it interesting? Are you looking at the prisoner?"

Wei Shuqian really didn't know how she could be so self-righteous.

"Criminal? Wen Jiao, do you want me to remind you that you are going to get married soon? It is your duty as your fiancée to let me know your whereabouts!" Wei Shuqian had a blank expression on his face, returning to his usual indifference. "Am I in a bad mood today, so I let you do whatever you want?"

"What have I done to deserve being accused of doing whatever I want?" Wen Jiao sneered, not giving in at all, "I am just that kind of person, Wei Shuqian, if you don't like me, you can just not marry me?"

Wei Shuqian's heart twitched and he felt pain.

He looked at Wen Jiao coldly, his voice tense, "Is this what you want to say? Wen Jiao, stop dreaming, there will be no change in our marriage, you have no other way to go except marrying me!" "Roads are made by people. Even if we are married, we can still divorce legally! All you can do now is to deceive my father and force me to marry you! But you can't tie me to your side for the rest of my life!" Wen Jiao stood up suddenly. She had a neat and sassy temperament and rarely lost her temper, but at this moment, her face flushed.

"Wei Shuqian, our relationship ended many years ago! Why do you have to keep pestering me?"

Wei Shuqian thought, so many years have passed, and he has been tearing his wounds in the darkness day by day with hatred, chewing on the painful memories, and branding it as a part of his body, just so that one day he can take revenge on Wen Jiao.

But when you really stand in front of her, even if your reason tells you again and again that this woman is heartless and not worth spending your life on.

But his heart told him: Love her, love her. You really can't let her go.

Wei Shugan exuded a murderous and cold aura. His eyes were red and frightening. He stared at Wen Jiao without saying a word.

Wen Jiao knew that her words were biased and excessive, but she didn't want to explain anything. She looked tired and said, "Wei Shuqian, I just want to go out and relax by myself. Can't you let me be alone for a while?"

Wei Shuqian walked towards her indifferently.

Wen Jiao subconsciously stepped back, but after only one step, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

His arms tightly clasped her waist, and the distance between them was very close. Wen Jiao could even see the bloodshot in Wei Shuqian's eyes. He stared at her and asked in a hoarse voice: "Wen Jiao, let's not fight anymore, okay?"

Wen Jiao was stunned and looked at him in surprise.

"What did you say."

"Let's not fight anymore, okay? You're more ruthless than me, I admit defeat." Wei Shuqian lowered his eyes and looked directly into Wen Jiao's eyes, "You win. After so many years, what I want to do most is to marry you, Wen Jiao, I love you."

Wen Jiao's brain seemed to be roaring, and all her emotions were flooding. She was quite stunned, "I did those things, but you still love me?"

"Yes."

Wen Jiao took a deep breath, "Wei Shuqian, don't you have any self-respect?"

"Yes, I don't."

Wei Shuqian's hands on Wen Jiao's waist suddenly tightened, and after he finished speaking, he kissed her forcefully without any hesitation.

Lips and teeth entangled, full of indifference.

Wen Jiao's lips were bitten at some point. She frowned in pain and asked, "Are you born in the year of the dog?"

Wei Shuqian paused, then licked and kissed the wound at the corner of Wen Jiao's lips. Seeing her face change in pain, he smiled morbidly and said in a slow and light voice: "Don't you like me to please you like a dog? How is it, is it good?"

Wen Jiao looked up at him in shock, and was so frightened that she was speechless.

Wei Shuqian patted her face gently and said softly, "I love you, but you have to be good, Jiaojiao, I have a really bad temper."

He will warn, speaking with great tenderness.

The rainy season in Hong Kong is about to usher in the last rain.

When Bian Yue woke up, she sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the date displayed on her phone.

In the blink of an eye, it's this familiar day again.

It’s just that this year seems to be very different from previous years.