Chapter 22 Memories are like knives
Bian Yue couldn't help but smile. When she smiled, her lightly made-up face was even more charming than the rare sunshine of that day.

She said: "Mr. Shen is so good at making girls happy, but he has been single for so long, it's really strange!"

Shen Jinci's smile faded slightly, and he said calmly: "Bian Yue, I don't lie to you. I like to speak my mind directly."

Bian Yue felt that Shen Jinci's words were really provocative, and she immediately persuaded herself that this man didn't have much time left, so she shouldn't take it too seriously, to avoid separation in the future and the pain of another big fight.

So Bian Yue pretended not to understand, picked up the lipstick again and applied it carefully.

Getting a marriage certificate was easier than Bian Yue had expected.

This ceremony that lays the foundation for a lifetime between two people can be concluded in just over ten minutes. How dreamy.

Bian Yue held the marriage certificate and stared at the photo on it in a daze.

I didn't notice it when we took the photo, but now I realize that Shen Jinci was wearing a formal black suit today, and I was wearing a white dress, which matched very well.

There was a gentle smile on his face, which gave people the illusion that he was happy. It's not that Bian Yue hadn't seen Shen Jinci's face in financial newspapers, but he always looked indifferent and cold.

He should rarely show such a gentle and affectionate look. His eyebrows and eyes are soft, which is completely different from his usual aloof and cold appearance.

Bian Yue held the marriage certificate and looked at it for a long time.

Perhaps, Shen Jinci agreed to this marriage so readily because he had some feelings towards me?
Bian Yue didn't dare to speculate about love.

Even the speculation about the affection was because of my feelings towards Shen Jinci.

She was lost in her own thoughts until the staff asked her, "Miss, is there anything else you can do for me?"

Bian Yue finally came to his senses and said, "No more, thank you very much."

When she turned around, she realized that Shen Jinci was standing behind her, looking at her.

She walked towards Shen Jinci, and the man took her hand, moving naturally, and said, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Bian Yue clenched the marriage certificate in her hand, her mind slow, and she said, "Let's go to the ice house and eat French toast."

After saying that, he looked at Shen Jinci and said apologetically: "You should not eat these things, right?"

"Eat." Shen Jinci said it as if it was real. He said, "I'm not picky about food. I eat everything."

How could the head of the Shen family, the most powerful man in Hong Kong, be so easy-going and amiable?

Bian Yue believed that he was a noble gentleman and must be particular about the food he ate.

So I looked up several high-end restaurants nearby and asked Shen Jinci which one he wanted to go to?
Shen Jinci showed little interest. He withdrew his gaze from Bian Yue's face and pointed at one at random. He said, "Let's take this one."

At this time in the Li family, Li Siheng had a serious illness and finally recovered.

Li Siheng's face was pale and ugly, and he looked decadent and sickly due to his old illness.

But he is born with a charming appearance, so these pathologies can also reveal a fragile beauty.

Shi Anan was called by Tang Yuwei. Shi Anan was crying in front of him. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and choked up. She said, "Si Heng, why did you make yourself like this? What's so good about Bian Yue that you would ruin your body like this?"

"Who asked you to come here?" Li Siheng spoke, his voice as cold as ice. He had just started to feel better, and when he saw Shi Anan, he felt very annoyed.

"Your mother asked me to come." Shi Anan carefully observed Li Siheng's expression. She was still wondering if Tang Yuwei's gesture was related to Li Siheng, but now that she saw Li Siheng was annoyed with her, she knew that all this was just wishful thinking. Shi Anan's eyes were dim, and she pursed her lips and choked up. "I know you don't want to see me, it doesn't matter, I can leave, but can you take care of yourself? Li Siheng, am I not even worthy of saying take care to you?"

There was a flash of surprise and confusion in Li Siheng's eyes.

Someone has said something similar before.

At that time, at the Hong Kong International Airport, Bian Yue waited for him for a long time. She also sat in a heated car and shivered because of the long-lasting rain. She watched herself cry, drop by drop, and asked herself: "Li Siheng, am I not worthy of hearing a word of truth from you?"

Now thinking about it, that was actually the beginning of the breakdown of their relationship.

Or maybe there had been cracks there before, but on that day, they completely shattered.

It was just last year's rainy season, and the Victoria River also flooded.

Bian Yue saw her own scandal on the front page of the news for the first time and left angrily.

She was out for a whole month, and when she came back from the inland, it was the rainy season in Hong Kong.

On the phone, Bian Yue asked herself: "Li Siheng, do you still want to pick me up? If you don't want to come, I'll ask the housekeeper to come. Don't be too embarrassed and disturb your date with others."

At that time, Bian Yue would still be angry and annoyed about her own scandal and would still care about quarrels.

Every word she said was filled with grievance, but the little princess was not willing to show weakness, and even her grievances were said stiffly, "It doesn't matter if I am not worthy of calling your Li family's housekeeper. There are many men in Hong Kong, and I can always find someone willing to pick me up!"

Bian Yue didn't know that at that moment, he had just racked his brains to leave the drinking party, and was standing in the bathroom reeking of alcohol, having just vomited.

His face looked ugly. He looked at himself in the mirror. His gloom obscured his gentle temperament and his eyes were bloodshot.

The old guys in the Li family are not easy to deal with. At his age when he is just beginning to show his talent, he won't get any benefits in the hands of those people.

But his voice was calm, without giving away any clues, and he said, "I'll come pick you up."

He calculated the time so that Bian Yue's plane would land in two hours, and he would just finish his drinking party and be able to pick her up.

But things just don't happen to be so coincidental.

An elder was drunk and talked to him for a long time. There was a traffic jam on the road, so he drove there by himself and hit a stone pillar at the corner.

So they had to alarm Li Tingmo and ordered the housekeeper to drive over and go to the airport together.

On the way, Li Tingmo called Li Siheng, and in such a cold and calm tone, he said: "There must be no mistakes in the relationship between Bian Yue and you, and your marriage must go smoothly."

He did not reply, but used silence to build up indifference.

Bian Yue was waiting for him in the airport parking lot. The rainy season in the port city was always gray and there was a light rain. He didn't say a word all the way, but his heart was anxious.

Finally we arrived at the airport, and the wipers slowly wiped away the water on the car windows.

Li Siheng saw Bian Yue squatting in the empty parking lot waiting room. She was squatting on the ground, her eyes were red under the light of the street lamp, as if she had just cried.

As soon as the car stopped, Bian Yue strode over without waiting for the driver to open the door.

She suddenly opened the car door, and the rain rushed in with the wind. Bian Yue stood outside the car door, looking at her with red eyes. She sneered, her lips trembling: "Li Siheng, do you know how long I have been waiting for you? I have been waiting for you for two hours!"

(End of this chapter)