Chapter 80 How much is it worth
Shen Jinci suddenly called her name, and with a smile, he said, "Yueyue, this is the first time you've said I'm your husband."

The smile in his voice was too strong. Bian Yue looked at him with some curiosity and said in a puzzled voice: "Are you feeling happy?"

Bian Yue thought that Shen Jinci would not answer.

But the man said "hmm" very lightly, "Happy."

The elevator door slowly opened, Shen Jinci turned his head to look at her, and the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window spread on the smooth marble floor.

Shen Jinci looked into her eyes seriously. His voice was slow and pleasant, and he said in a carefree and gentle voice, "Yueyue, although I don't mind whether you are willing to acknowledge me in public or not, I would certainly be happy if I could have a name."

Bian Yue admitted that no matter from which perspective, Shen Jinci really gave her enough sense of security.

He knew that she was emotionally timid and delicate, and that she was afraid of betrayal, so he willingly walked down from the platform step by step and came in front of her.

It is clear that he could stay at home all his life, stay high above everyone else, and look down on everyone else all his life.

But he stood in front of her, and every word he spoke was full of love.

Moisture began to flood the palms of Bian Yue's hands.
She lowered her eyes and looked at their clasped hands for a long time. Then she raised her eyes again with a firm look in her eyes. She said, "Shen Jinci, you are my husband now, the person I trust the most."

The man looked at her with a firm gaze, and felt his heart soften. He gently pressed her palm and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Shen."

Bian Yue would not lie. It would be too fake to say love now, but she really trusted Shen Jinci.

Even not long ago, he hired someone to follow him, and he even lied to himself that he was sick.

But Bian Yue knew that if there was someone in this world who would never hurt her, Bian Yue thought that the most likely person was Shen Jinci.

The weather in Hong Kong is unpredictable. It was sunny just now, but now it has started to rain heavily.

Wen Jiao sat quietly beside Wei Shuqian, looking at the water droplets condensing on the car window glass.

She blinked, feeling an inexplicable pain in her eyes.

I have already fled abroad and behaved myself, but I still couldn't escape this day.

Wei Shuqian came back to find her.

"Wen Jiao," the man spoke, his voice cold and without any warmth. He called her name, more like an order. He said, "Are you unhappy to see me?"

Wen Jiao couldn't feel happy.

She smiled dryly. She was usually so proud and arrogant, as bright as the warmest sunshine in Hong Kong, but now her voice was extremely weak and she whispered, "I'm happy."

"I think you should be happy too. After all, there are not many people in this world who are willing to die for you, right?" The man's voice was calm, even deliberately gentle, but the anger in his words was so heavy that it eliminated all warmth and was horrifying.

Wen Jiao's already sore eyes felt even more painful. She could hardly open them. Her eyelashes drooped heavily and trembled constantly. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

The next moment, his neck was strangled forcefully.

The man's fingertips were cold. He put his hand around Wen Jiao's neck and pulled her closer to him.

Wen Jiao was frightened but did not resist. She just let Wei Shuqian control her most vulnerable part and close the distance between them.

His aura was so aggressive that it was suffocating, just like him, sharp and frightening.

Today, Wei Shuqian has beautiful and vicious skills, and his mind is deep and cunning. No one knows his background, and no one knows his pure and spotless love when he was young.
Hong Kong Girls' High School is the best aristocratic high school in Hong Kong, while Victoria High School, which is just across the street, is becoming more and more desolate, unlike the ever-changing and bustling Furong Street.

The first time Wen Jiao met Wei Shuqian, she was accompanying Bian Yue to skip class to watch the sunset. Bian Yue was a new student in the class at that time, and Li Siheng brought her to school personally. The delicate little princess was as pretty as a doll.

Wen Jiao is a face-obsessed person. When he saw Bian Yue for the first time, he thought she was really beautiful and suitable to be his friend.

Although they later discovered that the little girl had a strong personality and was definitely not a weak little bird spoiled by Li Siheng.

But these are all later stories. When Wen Jiao accompanied Bian Yue to watch the sunset, he just felt that these two beautiful sisters could get along well, that's all.

It was an accident that I saw Wei Shuqian. That year, Wei Shuqian was wearing a washed-out shirt and was beaten up by several hooligans on the top of the mountain.

Wen Jiao didn't want to care about it at first, but Wei Shuqian was really handsome.

To be precise, there is a gloomy sense of vulnerability.

He was not yet as ruthless and sharp as he would be many years later. He seemed to be shrouded in a thick shadow. Even when he stood in the sun, not a trace of warmth could penetrate him.

Those bad boys were beating him. He was covered with wounds and the blood on his forehead covered half of his face, but he still stood there tenaciously.

Wen Jiao thought it was very interesting.

She had never seen such a boy before.

So she stepped forward and gave each of the bad boys a 100-yuan bill.

A group of scoundrels who had previously said they wanted Wei Shuqian to die here, now took the money and left happily.

Wen Jiao stood in front of Wei Shuqian, looked at him with a smile, and said, "This is my monthly living expenses. Hey, you have to support me."

This was originally just a hunting game that the rich lady started casually on a whim.

There isn't so much hidden secrets. It's just that Wen Jiao was attracted by his beauty.

Wei Shuqian stared at her for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you very much. Don't worry, I will make money to pay you back."

Wen Jiao thought it was really interesting.

Just a few banknotes, which were no more than waste paper in her eyes, could actually make the naive young boy feel so grateful that he said thank you to her in a serious tone.

So Wen Jiao said, "You're welcome. Just play with me."

Now, identities have been replaced.

The person thrown on the bed was Wen Jiao.

In the dark room, money is floating in the air.

Wei Shuqian raised his hand and without hesitation, pushed Wen Jiao down on the bed. He said, "Wen Jiao, how much do you think an arm is worth?"

Wen Jiao suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him, breathing rapidly, her voice trembling, "Wei Shu, dry your hand."

"Thanks to Miss Wen, I almost had my limbs amputated." Wei Shuqian curled his lips. His cold eyebrows and sharp eyes lingered on Wen Jiao, and suddenly smiled, "Miss Wen should not remember anything, right? After all, there are so many handsome boys in the entertainment industry. Miss Wen is immersed in it every day. How can she remember the past?"

The hairs on Wen Jiao's body stood up. Wei Shuqian pressed on her, almost making it difficult for her to breathe. Under the strong feeling of oppression, she subconsciously turned her face away.

But the next second, Wei Shuqian pinched her face and made her look directly at him. He said, "Wen Jiao, have you had fun these years?"