Chapter 31 The Dying Man
Bian Yue was unaware of all this.

So she didn't know that Shen Jinci came home late at night and stood outside her bedroom for a long time, holding the red plastic hard shell lighter in his hand and playing with it repeatedly.

He looked at the lighter seriously for a long time, put it in his pocket, and walked away.

The night is accompanied by the sudden humid showers of the rainy season, dispelling the stuffiness.

Shen Jinci's face was calm and composed, with all his emotions hidden completely.

Three hours ago in the chairman's office, he faced Li Siheng's humble plea and said, "Li Siheng, how could I possibly give up the person I love?"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Siheng's face showed a look of realization.

He suddenly realized it.

Everything else is secondary. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than Shen Jinci's love for Bian Yue.

This love is too heavy, but the way he expressed it was too frank.

The tone was casual, as if they were talking about the weather, but it made people's hearts shrink.

Li Siheng thought of the embarrassment on Li Tingmo's face before, and he probably understood Shen Jinci's true feelings earlier than himself.

No wonder everything happened so naturally.

An indescribable panic filled Li Siheng's heart in an instant.
Bian Yue met Shen Jinci at the dinner table early in the morning of the second day.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, which was ironed without any wrinkles. The fabric was low-key and elegant. Combined with his sickly and noble face, he was very eye-catching.

Bian Yue thought superficially, isn’t this much better looking than those celebrity pictures that Wen Jiao saw when he was in junior high school?
There was even a moment when Bian Yue boldly thought about whether he could sign Shen Jinci to film a movie for him, which would definitely make him a hit.

This idea was too tricky. Bian Yue felt guilty and didn't dare to look at Shen Jinci. She lowered her head to inspect the breakfast on the table.

There were a few Chinese breakfast items on the table, but it was not as luxurious and wasteful as the presidential suite at that time.

Bian Yue looked at the steamed buns, sat down thoughtfully, and heard the housekeeper beside her say, "Mr. Shen got up early in the morning and was busy making these. He said that he wanted to make your breakfast himself."

It was actually made by Shen Jinci himself.

Bian Yue suddenly felt that this breakfast was quite luxurious.

"This is my first time making this, so I don't know how it will taste." The man said calmly, not seeking credit. "If you have any comments, please tell me so I can improve it next time."

Bian Yue had no opinion.

"Very good." Bian Yue nibbled on the bun in her hand, occasionally looking up to see Shen Jinci's expression.

The man had a dull and cold expression on his face. He was sipping the black coffee in his hand and flipping through a report.

When Bian Yue just passed by Shen Jinci, he secretly glanced at him a few times.

It was a really boring report with densely packed words piled up on it. Bian Yue really wanted to give Shen Jinci a magnifying glass so that he could read it more conveniently.

Reading such cold and sophisticated text early in the morning will put me in a bad mood for the whole day.

The more Bian Yue thought about it, the more she felt that Shen Jinci had a hard time. She took another bite of the bun and asked sincerely, "Shen Jinci, are you feeling unwell?"

After all, he is a dying man, so he still needs to take care of his body.

Shen Jinci calmly put down the report. In the shocked and stunned eyes of the housekeeper, he looked at Bian Yue with a faint smile in his eyes. He said, "I am not feeling well." Bian Yue's face showed tension, and she clenched the bun in her hand. "I will accompany you to the hospital. Maybe there is still hope?"

Sincerity.

She doesn't hide her emotions.

Shen Jinci suddenly lost the desire to tease her. The smile on his face disappeared and his expression became calm. "If there is still hope, when do you plan to divorce me?"

The butler was listening with fear.

Although there are many wealthy couples who are physically together but spiritually apart, there is no other couple in Hong Kong who would talk about divorce the day after their wedding.

Bian Yue felt that the bun in her hand was no longer fragrant. She thought seriously and said carefully: "After I get the inheritance and you, Mr. Shen, maintain the situation of the Shen family, we will find a time that will have the least impact on the two of us, and then talk about divorce."

Across the dining table, Bian Yue's eyes were clear and bright, and she seemed to be swearing, "I will definitely cooperate with you and will not let you suffer any loss."

The little girl really didn't cross the line at all and didn't have any wrong thoughts at all.

The butler didn't dare to listen any further and retreated silently, away from the battlefield.

"Don't let me suffer any loss?" With only two people left in the hall, Shen Jinci repeated Bian Yue's words calmly and smiled slightly: "Thank you very much for your thoughtfulness."

Bian Yue waved her hands, indicating that this was not right. There was no need to say thank you between us. If Mr. Shen could be successful, I would be happy for him.

Shen Jinci had just removed about 70% of the poison given by Shen Shinian a few days ago, but he still deliberately retained a part of the toxicity to maintain his morbid temperament.

At this time, he coughed lightly, remained calm, picked up the coffee again and took a sip, and then said calmly: "In fact, the way to avoid losses is for you to get the inheritance and for me to die soon. In this way, you can get the inheritance rights of the Shen family, and the Shen family can also have the assets of the Bian family. It is a real win-win situation."

Bian Yue's legs went weak after hearing this and she almost fell off the chair.

She looked at Shen Jinci, and confirmed again and again that the man was not joking, so her smile became even more frightened, "I never thought of letting you die."

"Didn't the Hong Kong Evening News say that I don't have much time left?" Shen Jinci stood up and walked in front of Bian Yue.

The scent on his body was rather cold, a mixture of crushed cedar and sandalwood, lingering in the air. He squatted down in front of Bian Yue, leisurely admiring the little princess's frightened face, and whispered gently, "Speaking of which, I'm also worried. If I die, Miss Bian won't be able to keep her position in the Shen family."

Bian Yue understood Shen Jinci.

After all, he is a dying man, so it is inevitable that he has a bad temper.

Bian Yue decided not to argue with him and be a considerate person.

So, Bian Yue lowered her head to meet Shen Jinci's gaze, and with all her gentleness and consideration, she said softly, "Mr. Shen, don't worry too much. You are blessed by fate, and you won't die so easily. I really don't have the ability to hold on to my position in the Shen family."

Shen Jinci's smile had not diminished. His eyes behind his frameless glasses were deep, his double eyelids were deeply wrinkled, and he looked at people with concentration. He had a very gentle and ascetic face. Bian Yue could not feel the slightest bit of disrespect for him and just wanted to stay away from him.

But Shen Jinci's fingertips brushed across the strands of hair at her temples, and he moved back silently, holding her neck.

Bian Yue was like a kitten whose soft spot had been caught. She blinked and looked at Shen Jinci, whimpering softly.

Shen Jinci lowered his eyes, caught the panic in Bian Yue's eyes, and aroused his interest. He said, "I have a way to make Miss Bian sit firmly."

Bian Yue asked, what is the solution?
Shen Jinci said: "Before I die, give birth to a child with my blood."

　Off-topic thoughts: I'll update this weekend! If possible, I hope you can give it a five-star rating, the score is really a bit low.
　　
　
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