Chapter 229 Never Forgive
Her question was powerful and Wei Shuqian could only smile helplessly, unable to hide the guilt in his eyes.

He sighed and said in a voice full of shame: "Yes, it's not today that you are suddenly no longer in the same world as me. It's just that for such a long time, I have been deceiving myself and keeping you by my side. But now."

Wei Shuqian paused, staring at Wen Jiao with a complex emotion that was hard to understand. He said, "But now, I've figured it out. I can't drag you to see me like that. Wen Jiao, I used to think that I was in a high position, even if I wasn't clean enough or upright enough, but I still had the ability to protect you. But recently, I've been thinking a lot."

Wen Jiao heard his own voice, stiff and dry: "What are you thinking about?"

"I also have my responsibilities. I have many brothers who have been through life and death with me, and I owe a life to someone. Now, he has returned to that place, and I must help him." After Wei Shuqian finished speaking, he lowered his head and held Wen Jiao's hand again.

Wen Jiao suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

Her face turned pale, and she clenched her hands into fists. Her voice was also tinged with panic, "Wei Shuqian! Think about the consequences before you do anything! If you want to help, just go and help! Will there be any conflicts when you come back after helping?"

Wei Shuqian chuckled. He seldom smiled after they met again, but tonight, he seemed to be smiling at him all the time.

Wen Jiao heard him say, "There is no conflict, but through this incident, I thought about the future. One day in the future, I might be in danger, or even die. Jiaojiao, I can't guarantee that I will have a good end. I don't want you to live in fear all the time."

Wen Jiao's mind went blank. She watched Wei Shugan's lips opening and closing. All his words became distant and abstract. To sum it up, it was just one sentence: he wanted to leave her.

"In the past, I could numb myself by the fact that you owed me, thinking that it would be fine to keep you by my side for a day, a month, a year, or ten years. You owed me, so I used despicable means and tempted you with benefits. I could still convince myself. But now, I know the truth."

Wei Shuqian's eyes were slightly bloodshot. He looked at Wen Jiao's clenched fists and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiao Jiao, people in that position cannot have weaknesses, let alone happiness. I don't want you to live in fear for the rest of your life. I have made countless enemies outside, and if you get hurt because of me, I will never forgive myself in this life."

Wen Jiao looked at Wei Shuqian quietly. After a long silence, she said in a hoarse voice, "Wei Shuqian, I am the daughter of a shipping tycoon! There are countless wealthy and famous people in Hong Kong who want to marry me. If you are determined to give up now, I will never, ever forgive you."

Wei Shuqian's eyelashes trembled, and his fierce and cold face was full of complicated emotions. He stared at Wen Jiao for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry, I can't be with you."

"Have you thought it through? Wei Shuqian, I will never look for you. Even if you die outside, I will not shed a single tear for you."

"Think it through."

Wen Jiao slowly loosened her tightly clenched hands.

She looked at Wei Shuqian, nodded slowly, and took off the ring in her hand.

It was like a slow motion, zooming in slowly frame by frame, leaving a mark in Wei Shuqian's eyes.

Wen Jiao had a blank expression on her face. She stuffed the ring into Wei Shuqian's hand, withdrew her hand, and lay down.

The light from the desk lamp fell on her hair, and the flowing light made people want to reach out and touch it.

But her voice had become cold. She said, "Pack all your things and move them away. When I wake up tomorrow, I don't want to see any trace of you in this house!"

Wei Shuqian quietly looked at Wen Jiao's back. He slowly clenched the ring in his hand for a long time, then said in a very low voice, "Okay."

Wen Jiao's brain suddenly exploded.

Her back trembled, and she growled in a low voice: "Get out! Get out right now!"

This was the first time in all these years that Miss Wen felt what it was like to be heartbroken.

But she is such a proud person that even if she is in pain and cries, she will never allow herself to say a word of surrender.

As the footsteps faded away and the door locked, Wen Jiao finally relaxed and let herself pull the quilt over her and burst into tears. She would never look back, never
Bian Yue sat in the hall of Shen Zhaoli's house for a whole night. Shen Zhaoli also tried his best to contact Shen Jinci who was far away abroad.

Until the dawn, there was still no news.

Shen Zhaoli had no choice but to contact Wen Jiao.

The person on the other end answered quickly, but the voice was low and hoarse: "If you have to fart, do it now!"

Shen Zhaoli made a light "tsk" sound, "Why are you so irritable? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"what's up?"

"Come to my place and keep Bian Yue company. She hasn't slept all night, and I'm worried that she might be emotionally unstable."

On the other end of the phone, Wen Jiao asked directly for the address.

Not long after, Wen Jiao appeared in Shen Zhaoli's house. The latter was wearing simple pajamas, with messy hair and red and swollen eyes.

Shen Zhaoli originally wanted to tease Wen Jiao, but when he saw her like this, he was speechless and asked in astonishment: "You went to steal last night? How did you get yourself into this state?"

"Where's Bian Yue?" Wen Jiao sat down on the sofa, looked around, frowned and said, "You have really bad taste."

Shen Zhaoli laughed in anger, "You wear this and walk into my house like a female ghost, and you think you have good taste?"

Wen Jiao slapped the table and said rudely, "Water!"

Shen Zhaoli lowered his eyes and saw Wen Jiao's empty fingers. The teasing expression on his face disappeared, and his brows knitted up slightly. He said in a deep voice: "Did you have a fight with your fiancé?"

"What do you care? Little brat!"

"I don't care about you. I'll go call Bian Yue down. You talk to her more and distract her. I'll contact Shen Jinci."

After Shen Zhaoli finished speaking, he placed a glass of water in front of Wen Jiao and went straight upstairs.

Wen Jiao relaxed instantly. She stared blankly at the cup in front of her with a somewhat empty look in her eyes.

When Bian Yue came down, his face was pale. He looked at Wen Jiao on the sofa and whispered, "Jiao Jiao."

Wen Jiao collected his thoughts and looked at Bian Yue, whose expression looked even worse than his.

Wen Jiao asked with concern: "Bian Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Bian Yue shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine, just a little tired. Jiaojiao, you can go back. I can do it."

"Did you have a quarrel with Shen Jinci?" Wen Jiao asked tentatively: "Yueyue, tell me about it, maybe I can help you?"

Bian Yue smiled, but her smile was somewhat powerless. She whispered, "I was wrong."

Shen Zhaoli, who had been upstairs for a long time, finally came down with the phone. He looked excited and said, "Bian Yue! It's Shen Jinci's call!"