Chapter 319 Be Responsible
Zhuang Jie Ning suddenly burst into laughter. Her voice was cheerful and she said, "Bian Yue, congratulations! You have escaped death again!"

His smile was ironic, and the congratulations in his words were not sincere at all.

Bian Yue leaned in Shen Jinci's arms and did not answer. She spoke in a very soft voice, "Jinci, I want to rest."

Shen Jinci said okay, then carried Bian Yue upstairs.

When he passed by Zhuang Jie Ning, he paused, a slight chill spread across his body, then he retracted his gaze and walked upstairs.

Zhuang Jie Ning stood there, feeling a chill piercing her back. The smile on her face was just a deliberate disguise, and it disappeared completely the moment Shen Jinci left.

She squatted down slowly as if she had lost her soul, and after a long moment, she gave a bitter smile.

Li Siheng's car soon followed and stopped in front of Zhuang Jie Ning.

Zhuang Jie Ning relieved the weakness in her legs and managed to stand up.

In front of Li Siheng, Zhuang Jie Ning didn't want to show any weakness. For her, this was an unacceptable humiliation.

When Li Siheng got out of the car, he saw Zhuang Jie Ning standing at the door, swaying and looking dazed.

He pretended not to see it and tried to walk past her to go in, but Zhuang Jie Ning grabbed his arm.

The latter looked at him with resentment in his eyes, "Why?"

Li Siheng had a gentle face and a cold temperament. He looked at Zhuang Jiening's hand tightly clasped on his arm and said coldly, "Let go."

"I'm asking you a question! I'm asking you why!" Zhuang Jie Ning's eyes were red. "You clearly know that if Shen Jinci brings Bian Yue back, you will have nothing! Li Siheng, you have been planning for so long, you have calculated everything, is it just for today, to hand Bian Yue back to Shen Jinci!"

Her emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Or perhaps it could be said that Zhuang Jie Ning's mood had been wrong a long time ago.

At this moment, the nerves in her heart that maintained rationality and order had broken, leaving only resentment, "How could you compromise with your father for Bian Yue!"

"Bian Yue's safety is the most important." Li Siheng said indifferently.

Zhuang Jie Ning was stunned for a moment, then let go of her hand dejectedly.

She chuckled and said in a hoarse voice: "I knew it. I knew you are not worthy of trust!"

Bai Xu frowned and stepped forward. He stared at Zhuang Jie's trembling back and said in a deep voice, "Miss Zhuang, you need to rest. I'll have someone take you there to rest."

"Rest? Only the dead need rest." Zhuang Jie Ning sneered. She forced herself not to cry, and her smile was hoarse and unpleasant. "Li Siheng, I actually accepted my fate earlier than you did. When I obeyed your father's request and got pregnant with a child from the Li family's branch branch, I had already accepted my fate. It's you! It's you who haunted me and aborted my child. Now you've let me down again!"

Zhuang Jie Ning shook her head and slowly stepped back. She looked at Li Siheng's face which was expressionless, and suddenly her smile widened.

She laughed so hard that her face was covered with tears, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking. Then, she almost collapsed and said, "Why did I lose everything? Why!"

When Bian Yue woke up, it was already late at night.

The doctor came to check her body, but there was nothing serious. She just couldn't withstand the long journey in the short term.

The island was currently covered in snow, and there was no way to leave for the time being.

Shen Jinci calmly accepted the doctor's suggestion that Bian Yue should rest on the island, and notified Wen Jiao who was far away in China on behalf of Bian Yue to prevent the latter from worrying.

He always does things in a thorough manner and will not let Bian Yue worry about anything. At this time, the temperature in Hong Kong is getting colder, and a slight chill is beginning to spread.

Wen Jiao sat in front of the makeup mirror, looking at her beautiful face in her gorgeous wedding dress.

The marriage with Shen Zhaoli was not shelved because of Bian Yue's disappearance. Shen Zhaoli was usually casual and relaxed, as if he didn't care about anything and was very indifferent. In fact, he was extremely efficient in doing things and would not allow any deviation.

Wen Jiao had read the text message that Shen Jinci had sent her many times, and only when she was sure that Bian Yue was really fine did she feel relieved.

She is going to marry Shen Zhaoli today.

Shen Zhaoli came in from outside. He was wearing a groom's suit today. He looked much more stable than usual. The boyish innocence had long disappeared from his eyes. Now he looked more confident and experienced. He didn't look any younger than Wen Jiao.

"Are you relieved after reading the text message?" Shen Zhaoli put his hand on Wen Jiao's shoulder and smiled faintly: "I told you before that my brother is a reliable person and there will be no accidents."

Wen Jiao was dazed for a moment, looking at Shen Zhaoli and herself in the mirror, and they seemed to be a perfect match.

Who doesn’t say that a man is talented and a woman is beautiful?

Wen Jiao pursed her lips and said softly, "We are getting married."

She said this, but no one knew who she was talking to.

Shen Zhaoli lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Jiao's face. She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress, even more charming than Shen Zhaoli had imagined.

This marriage started with his wishful thinking and was stimulated by Wen Jiao's weighing of the pros and cons. It was not a mutual love that was recognized by the world.

Therefore, Shen Zhaoli would rather regard Wen Jiao's words as hesitation.

He spoke, his tone was calm and calm, with a faint sense of oppression. He said, "The guests have already arrived. If you run away now, I won't be able to explain. Wen Jiao, you are already so old, you should be responsible for what you do, right?"

Wen Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but retort: ​​"That's not what I meant."

"So what did you want to say just now?" As he spoke, his breath fell on Wen Jiao's earlobe, like a feather brushing past.

"I am..." Wen Jiao's ears were red, and she looked down in panic, showing a rare sense of uneasiness. "I am just a little nervous."

The smile in Shen Zhaoli's eyes deepened again. He was as handsome as a jade-faced fox, so his smile was also cunning and gentle. He said, "So, Sister Wen Jiao will also feel nervous about marrying me, right?"

The word "sister" caught Wen Jiao off guard.

Wen Jiao blushed and glared at Shen Zhaoli, "Why are you calling me sister?"

"Didn't you always laugh at me for being younger than you?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled. His slender white hands brushed across Wen Jiao's temples with his fingertips. His eyes were dark. "I thought you liked me calling you that."

"I didn't!" Wen Jiao's heart was in turmoil. He stood up and said, "Don't waste time. Everyone is waiting!"

After all, this wedding was a big event for the Shen family, so everyone came to the scene, especially the aristocratic families related to the Wen family, no one was left out.

This marriage was arranged by Shen Zhaoli, and the level of thoroughness far exceeded Wen Jiao's imagination.

After three rounds of banquet, everyone was amazed at how much Shen Zhaoli cared about Wen Jiao, and they all joined in the excitement of the newlyweds' wedding, and all the guests were having a great time.

Wen Yongwei also drank a lot of wine. He held Wen Jiao's hand with tears in his eyes.