Chapter 180 Threatening with Life
Wei Shuqian held Wen Jiao's shoulders, staring into her eyes, and spoke word by word: "I really want to know."

"Even if this truth makes you suffer?"

"Yes." Wei Shu pulled his lips dryly, smiling self-deprecatingly: "Wen Jiao, there won't be any truth that will make me more painful than losing you."

Wen Jiao thought, maybe the day had really come when everything had to be said.

Even though so many years have passed between them, they are destined to meet again. So, shouldn't the past be buried forever?

Wen Jiao finally told everything.

The 18-year-old Wen Jiao really loves Wei Shuqian. How much does she love him? For the first time, the eldest daughter who has always played around with people really wants to plan their future together.

Wen Jiao once really thought about being with Wei Shuqian for the rest of her life.

The turning point happened on the winter day of New Year when I was 18 years old.

That winter, Hong Kong was particularly cold.

Wen Jiao asked Bian Yue for help and invited his father Wen Yongwei to go to the Li family to celebrate the New Year.

Bian Yue curiously asked Wen Jiao why, but Wen Jiao was vague and didn't say anything.

In fact, he wanted to spend the New Year with Wei Shuqian.

Wen Jiao knew that Wei Shuqian's home was very quiet during the New Year, with only him and his adoptive mother.

On New Year's Day, Wen Jiao sent Wen Yongwei away and sent a text message to Wei Shuqian.

She wished him a happy new year and asked him what he was going to have for New Year's Eve dinner.

Wei Shuqian replied quickly. He said, "Jiaojiao, Happy New Year. Eat well and grow up well."

Wen Jiao read the text message over and over again several times, and finally decided to stop being reserved and just go.

That night, Wen Jiao knocked on the door of Wei Shuqian's house.

In the night, she was dressed in bright red, standing at the door, smiling and saying Happy New Year to Wei Shuqian who opened the door.

There was surprise on the boy's face, but it was soon covered with tenderness. He stared at her for a long time and whispered, "I didn't expect you to come."

"Why don't you invite me in?" Wen Jiao said with a smile.

This day was the first time Wen Jiao saw Wei Shuqian’s adoptive mother.

She was a frail woman who was seriously ill. She wore simple clothes and walked slowly to the door with a hunched back. When she saw Wen Jiao, she said nervously, "Are you Xiao Shu's friend?"

Wen Jiao was caught off guard and could not hide his surprise when he saw the woman's pale and weak appearance.

Wei Shuqian noticed it, he turned sideways and told the woman to go into the room first, not to catch a cold, then looked at Wen Jiao and said, "I have been living with her, she adopted me and saved me from becoming an orphan."

Wen Jiao nodded, and she quickly suppressed her surprise and said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Auntie. Wei Shuqian, Happy New Year."

The young man's beautiful and rich eyebrows were deep. He looked at Wen Jiao deeply, then showed a relaxed smile and said, "Happy New Year, Wen Jiao."

Wen Jiao entered Wei Shuqian's home like this, and the three of them spent the New Year together.

The turning point happened at dawn the next day. When Wen Jiao woke up and walked out of the guest room, she did not see Wei Shuqian, but a woman with a hunched back, cooking for herself in the kitchen.

Wen Jiao saw this and quickly stepped forward and said, "Auntie, can I help you?"

"Why? I heard from Xiao Shu that you are a rich lady, how can you do such rough work?" The woman held the spatula in her hand and refused to put it down. She smiled at Wen Jiao with a loving look and said, "Miss Wen, you can just go and have a rest. I'm here."

Wen Jiao felt at a loss when the woman called him "Miss Wen".

She didn't know how to respond to the woman's honorific title, and this title broke the happy atmosphere of everyone last night.

Wen Jiao didn't know what to do for a moment. She sat at the dining table in silence and sent a message to Wei Shuqian, who said he would be back later and buy things at the market.

Just as Wen Jiao was staring at his phone in a daze, the woman was already walking towards him with the dishes.

It can be seen that it is a carefully prepared breakfast, probably using the best ingredients in the house.

Wen Jiao took it with a smile and thanked him politely: "Thank you, Auntie. This fried egg smells so good."

"As long as Miss Wen likes it, I'm glad. I didn't know you were coming last night, so Xiao Shu and I only cooked two dishes. I'm sorry for asking you to do that."

"No, I'm not wronged." Wen Jiao was afraid that the woman would feel sad, so she smiled and said, "I don't usually like to eat, but the food Auntie cooks is much better than the food our chef cooks. Thank you, Auntie!"

Wen Jiao actually doesn't know how to get along with her elders. She and her father Wen Yongwei are always disrespectful to each other.

At this time, after Wen Jiao finished speaking, he just ate while looking at the woman with a restrained smile. From time to time, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Finally, breakfast was over.

Wen Jiao put down his chopsticks and thanked the woman for her hospitality.

"Miss Wen, I have something to ask. I know I shouldn't say it, but for Xiao Shu's future, I still want to ask you."

Wen Jiao was startled, looking at the woman's pleading face, frowned and said: "Auntie, you don't have to say such serious words, if you need my help, just say it directly."

There was a struggle in the woman's eyes, and finally, it turned into a determination to fight to the death.

She suddenly raised her head and stared at Wen Jiao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Wen, you also know that our family is not well off, but Xiao Shu is really a very good child. I don't want him to be tied down by a burden like me all his life and live in poverty. I hope that you can give us some money because Xiao Shu really likes you."

The memory stopped abruptly.

Wen Jiao looked at Wei Shuqian's stunned face in the dead silence.

"We had a very happy Spring Festival that year, but I also realized for the first time that the gap between us was so big. Wei Shuqian, do you know how I felt when I agreed to your adoptive mother's request and she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me? I felt sad and I felt sorry for you. It was the first time in my life that I felt sorry for someone."

Wen Jiao gently stroked Wei Shuqian's face. Her fingers were cold and trembling. "I think about our beginning. It was just a whim of mine. But your life is already very fragile. It can't withstand my whim."

Wei Shuqian tightly grasped Wen Jiao's wrist, his eyes were red, his voice was trembling, and his charming and beautiful eyebrows were full of pain, "So, you are starting to prepare to dump me?"

"No." Wen Jiao shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly. "So, I think I can't hurt someone who loves me like this. I want to be with you. I want to keep my promise to your adoptive mother and take you to a higher position. But... after the Spring Festival, your adoptive mother started asking me for money again and again."

"What did you say?" Wei Shuqian's eyes were bloodshot. "She died of illness, did you know that?"

"Of course I know that. She used her death to extort fifty million from me."