Chapter 354: Years Pass by (Seventeen)

Bian Yue came over at some point and was looking at her with a distressed look on her face. She squatted down, supported Wen Jiao's arm, and whispered, "Jiao Jiao, Zhao Li is wrapping up. Let's go back. It's already late."

Wen Jiao came back to his senses and spoke in a desolate voice, "Have those people come to pay their respects?"

Bian Yue said that everyone has come and most have left now. Zhao Li needs to take care of the aftermath and cannot spare time, so she asked me to pick you up.

Wen Jiao nodded, and she took a step to walk away. However, after taking just one step, her legs went weak and she almost fell.

Bian Yue quickly hugged her and said with concern, "Jiaojiao, are you okay?"

"It's okay, Bian Yue, I'm so cold." Wen Jiao drooped her eyelids to hide the tears in her eyes, and said, "Help me walk."

Of course Bian Yue agreed. She quickly supported Wen Jiao and walked towards the exit of the cemetery accompanied by a group of bodyguards.

On the way, Wen Jiao didn't say a word and just stared out the window in a daze.

Bian Yue knew that he was in a bad mood and did not disturb him.

When they were halfway through the journey, Wen Jiao called her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Yueyue."

"what happened?"

"How did you come to terms with it when your uncle and aunt passed away?" Wen Jiao's voice was bewildered. She said, "I have been mentally prepared for so long, but I still can't accept it. You don't know, I still feel that everything is just a nightmare. When I wake up, my father is still here, and everything is the same as before."

Bian Yue's eyes turned red. Wen Jiao's words touched her heart. She couldn't help but choke up and whispered, "It took me a long time to get over it. I was too young at that time. I had nightmares every night and I was very scared. Jiaojiao, you have to get over it yourself. I know this is really cruel, but no one can help you except yourself."

Wen Jiao was silent, she looked out the window.

The dark night seemed to suck her soul away.

Wen Jiao blinked slowly and dully, her voice dry, "I know Yueyue, I will get over it."

When we finally arrived at the Wen family's door, the rain got even heavier.

Wen Jiao saw Shen Zhaoli through the front window of the car.

The wipers were sliding in an orderly manner. Shen Zhaoli stood outside the door with a black umbrella in his hand.

His jade-colored face was dignified and beautiful in the dark night, and he was looking at her.

Wen Jiao seemed to be hit by something in an instant. Without waiting for the driver to open the door, she got out of the car and ran towards Shen Zhaoli.

Shen Zhaoli was startled by Wen Jiao's sudden behavior. He hurriedly walked towards her, and the moment he hugged Wen Jiao, the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

Shen Zhaoli bent down and held Wen Jiao in his arms as much as possible.

He coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, we're home, Jiaojiao, I've been waiting for you at the door."

Wen Jiao nodded vigorously, her tears mixed with the rain and she choked up, "Zhao Li, I don't have a father anymore."

Shen Zhaoli's heart was so painful that it became numb.

He hugged Wen Jiao tightly without saying a word, letting her wrinkle his suit into messy wrinkles.

Shen Zhaoli has experienced all the thousands of joys and sorrows in this world, but he has never felt such pain.

But if he were to bet on Wen Jiao, even if it was one in ten million, he would be reluctant to do so.

Wen Yongwei’s death was an extremely severe blow to Wen Jiao.

But except for a few days after the funeral, Wen Jiao never mentioned this matter again.

Her love for Shen Zhaoli grew day by day, and sometimes it was even difficult to explain the growth of that love with specific examples.

It was a long-term infiltration, or as Wen Jiao said, Shen Zhaoli was her only family member now.

In Hong Kong's winter, a cold wave hits.

Shen Zhaoli prepared a lot of thick clothes for Wen Jiao, some of which were designed by Young Master Shen himself in his spare time.

Wen Jiao recognized at a glance that they were the work of Shen Zhaoli.

The reason is simple.

Those clothes are so ugly.

Shen Zhaoli didn't believe it. He felt that his design was ingenious and insisted that Wen Jiao wear it for a spin.

Wen Jiao didn't know whether Bian Yue was sincere or flattering, but she praised the clothes and asked Wen Jiao which designer they were from. Wen Jiao smiled and said, "They are from an unknown street stall. One piece costs 1 yuan, and two pieces cost 3 yuan."

Bian Yue felt that this algorithm was somewhat unreasonable.

Wen Jiao lowered his head and looked at the text messages on his mobile phone.

She just took a look and her expression changed.

Bian Yue looked at her like this and was a little curious for a moment, "Jiaojiao, what are you looking at?"

Wen Jiao collected her thoughts and put her phone upside down on the table. She said, "Nothing. Let's go to the meeting."

Bian Yue looked at Wen Jiao's uneasy expression and nodded thoughtfully.

It was night and Wen Jiao returned home.

Shen Zhaoli came out of the kitchen carrying the dishes.

Since Wen Yongwei passed away, Shen Zhaoli has inherited the power of cooking in the kitchen.

His cooking skills were mediocre before, but now, he can cook as well as Wen Yongwei.

Wen Jiao sat down and asked Shen Zhaoli what delicious food he had made today.

Shen Zhaoli looked mysterious and said with a smile: "Guess!"

Wen Jiao glanced at the fried rice on the kitchen stove.

"Oh, egg fried rice."

"This is not ordinary egg fried rice. I peeled the shrimps by hand." Shen Zhaoli said, stretching out his hand, "Look, I'm injured."

There is a tiny scratch on the index finger.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

But Wen Jiao looked very nervous, "Why are you so careless? Have you treated the wound?"

Shen Zhaoli smiled deeply. He leaned on Wen Jiao's shoulder in a coquettish manner and said in a long voice: "Jiao Jiao, it hasn't been dealt with yet. Please help me deal with it."

Wen Jiao nodded and said, "Then I'll go get the medicine."

As she spoke, she actually got up to get it.

Shen Zhaoli smiled and held her back, "Let's eat! My wound has healed."

Wen Jiao still frowned, and she said, "Be more careful next time."

Shen Zhaoli was very satisfied.

He went to the kitchen and brought out egg fried rice and sea cucumber soup.

Wen Jiao was very considerate and finished eating it all.

Shen Zhaoli nodded and said, "It's a good day today. I'll go clean up now."

Wen Jiao called him.

"Sho-ri."

"Ok?"

"I have something I want to show you."

"what?"

Wenjiao put his cell phone on the table with a text message on it.

——'Jiaojiao, let's meet each other.'

Wei Shuqian is back.

Shen Zhaoli's expression did not change. He looked at the message calmly for a long time before he said softly, "Jiaojiao, when are you planning to go?"

Wen Jiao looked at Shen Zhaoli. Her eyes were clear and black and white. She said, "I have several meetings tomorrow. You can go in my place."

Shen Zhaoli's eyes moved slightly. He stared at Wen Jiao with uncertainty and repeated to confirm: "You said I should go for you?"