Chapter 18 You Don't Lose
Bian Yue couldn't help but feel sad. She was thinking about what words to use to give herself a way out, but the next moment, she heard Shen Jinci's voice.

The man still maintained his previous attitude, his aloof temperament did not reduce in the slightest. He did not even raise his eyes, and said in a deep and gorgeous voice: "Okay."

He was so determined, without even asking any detailed questions, that Bian Yue even suspected that she had heard it wrongly.

This time, the person who was speechless became Bian Yue.

The heating is sufficient, and I don’t feel cold even though I’m soaked.

Bian Yue looked at Shen Jinci, who looked dazed as if he had just heard the explosive news and had not yet reacted.

Shen Jinci raised his eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes, but upon closer inspection, he was still calm.

He said softly, "I have already agreed, my fiancée."

The word "fiancée" seemed to have been brewing between his teeth for a long time, accompanied by such a long sigh.

Bian Yue felt a numbness in her heart, and an indescribable emotion began to spread in her chest.

Shen Jinci stood up and walked in front of her.

He was very tall, and when Bian Yue looked up at him, she felt a sense of oppression.

Only then did Bian Yue realize what she had done since she left Wen Jiao's house and held her breath until now.

She proposed to Shen Jinci.

This is Shen Jinci.

Bian Yue felt as if he had won the first prize in the Mark Six lottery.

The man had already squatted in front of her. He reached out and touched her wet hair. He said calmly, "I understand what you mean. If you marry me, I will help you get back the Bian family's inheritance, right?"

"Yes." Bian Yue was stunned.

He was so clear-headed and knew all his plans in advance.

"You think I'm dying soon, so exchanging a short period of time for a lifetime of protection is a really good deal after all, right?" The voice was still flat, as if talking about someone else.

"Yes." Bian Yue's heart tightened, but she couldn't help but say, "But let's talk about the facts. Mr. Shen, you are of noble status. I was not worthy of you at first, but now is different from the past. After all, you are seriously ill. For a rich girl like me in Hong Kong, only I am willing to marry you. After all, second marriage is very troublesome."

Shen Jinci said nothing.

Bian Yue smiled flatteringly, and stretched out her hand to hold Shen Jinci's arm in an intimate manner, "You can also use our marriage to suppress your negative news! Shen Jinci, you won't lose out if you marry me."

She acted like a little girl, calling him by his full name, and the relationship between them seemed to be less strange.

"Yeah." Shen Jinci's lips curled slightly, and his silver-rimmed half-frame glasses made his indifferent features more refined. He put down his hand that was stroking Bian Yue's hair and said, "Not bad."

"Then when are we getting married?" Bian Yue was delighted and asked tentatively.

The corners of Shen Jinci's eyes curved softly, "You can do it anytime you want."

Bian Yue pursed her lips and asked sincerely: "How long do you have left?"

It was a somewhat taboo topic, but Shen Jinci's smile deepened, "Anyway, I won't die before I marry you."

Bian Yue nodded thoughtfully and frowned as he thought, the longer the night, the more dreams there are, and the longer the time, the greater the variables.

Thinking of this, Bian Yue said firmly: "Let's do it as soon as possible."

Shen Jinci's eyebrows were stained with smiles, and he suppressed his gentle mood and looked at Bian Yue intently: "Okay."

He said it so casually and nonchalantly. Bian Yue suspected that Shen Jinci didn't care about anything because he was dying.

Before she had time to think about it, Shen Jinci urged her to go upstairs and wash up.

Shen Jinci said, "Your room is on the third floor, the second one facing south. Your clothes are all wet. Go wash them."

It can be seen that the room has been carefully decorated. It is equipped with all the daily necessities for girls. Even the decorations are less cold and simple, and more cozy and bright.

After washing up, Bian Yue sat in the room and sent a text message to Wen Jiao.

Bian Yue said: "Wen Jiao, I'm getting married."

The next second, Wen Jiao called in, her voice was shrill: "Tell me what you want!"

Bian Yue put the receiver further away and repeated seriously, "I'm getting married!"

"No way, Bian Yue! What are you doing? Are you so crazy? Li Siheng has provoked you to this extent?" Wen Jiao couldn't believe it. "You were watching the rain at my house three hours ago, and now you tell me that you are getting married? Who's the groom? He's the most handsome man in Hong Kong Island, that's why you decided to get married in just three hours."

"Shen Jinci." Bian Yue interrupted Wen Jiao's chatter and kindly repeated, "Shen Jinci."

"Shen Shen Jinci?" Wen Jiao sucked in a breath of cold air, "You have just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den! Bian Yue, have you thought it through? Not to mention that Shen Jinci is dying, do you know how complicated the Shen family is! It will be even more complicated than the Li family! How can Shen Jinci, a sickly person who is about to die, save you from danger in the Shen family!"

Bian Yue listened to Wen Jiao's questioning without caring. She was optimistic and said with a smile, "I don't want anything from the Shen family, and I have no conflict of interest with those people. What's more, I saw that Shen Jinci looked okay today, so he shouldn't die so soon."

Before she finished speaking, Bian Yue saw Shen Jinci standing at the door.

The door was not closed. The man leaned against the door frame and looked at her indifferently.

He had a casual demeanor, but there was a sense of isolation about him that made him difficult to approach. He just looked at her calmly.

Bian Yue only felt that there seemed to be a barrier between herself and Shen Jinci.

So, Bian Yue hung up the phone silently without listening to Wen Jiao's response.

When their eyes met, Bian Yue forced a smile and said dryly, "I always leave the door open at Wen Jiao's house. I'm used to it."

"You don't have to turn it off in the future," Shen Jinci paused, then said, "You're right. I shouldn't die so soon."

Bian Yue couldn't laugh.

I am such a bad person! Shen Jinci is a terminally ill patient after all, and it is really against my conscience to say such things!
"Shen Jinci, that's not what I meant. I didn't..." Bian Yue closed her eyes and said, "I really didn't hope you would die!"

"I know." Shen Jinci's voice was soothing, calm and peaceful. "I came here just to ask you, is it too rushed to get the marriage certificate tomorrow and hold the wedding a week later?"

Bian Yue looked at Shen Jinci with more sympathy in her eyes.

Has your health deteriorated to this point? Is it so urgent?
Bian Yue, in the spirit of sincere cooperation, quickly said: "Of course."

"It's too hasty, I'm afraid I'll let you down." Shen Jinci said.

"How could that be!" Bian Yue walked towards Shen Jinci and comforted him, "I'm a very casual person, I keep everything simple. Wen Jiao is the only one coming to the wedding, you can decide who to invite, it's all fine!"

Shen Jinci looked at Bian Yue who was planning seriously.

His eyes were focused, and he whispered, "I'll have someone prepare the list first. You can take a look at it then, and cross out the names of those you find annoying."

Bian Yue was stunned and hesitated, "Isn't this bad?"

On a rainy day, Shen Jinci could feel the warm scent of Bian Yue. He resisted the urge to touch her soft hair and said seriously, "You can do anything by my side."

(End of this chapter)