Chapter 93 Will Be Retributed
"I have arranged Miss Wen Jiao's room next to yours. Madam, do you want to notify the Wen family to come over now?"

Bian Yue walked in quickly while saying, "If the Wen family knew about this now, I'm afraid they would make a big fuss. I don't know what Wen Jiao is thinking, but no matter what decision is made, we should wait until Wen Jiao wakes up and let her make it herself."

"Yes, ma'am."

The housekeeper hurried to catch up with Shang Bian Yue.

Shen Jinci stood where he was and did not move forward.

He thought for a moment and called Wei Shuqian.

On the other end of the phone, the man's cold voice carried a slight sense of fatigue, but he deliberately concealed it. At first glance, it sounded cold as ice, "Is Wen Jiao still alive?"

"Tell me, how did a person become like this?" Shen Jinci did not beat around the bush.

Wei Shuqian seemed to laugh and said nonchalantly, "Third brother, if I remember correctly, you were not this nosy before."

Shen Jinci bit the cigarette in the corner of his lips, and said in a faint voice: "I am not like that now, but Wen Jiao, whose wrist you made bleed, is Bian Yue's best friend. Shu Qian, I don't want Bian Yue to be unhappy."

Wei Shuqian was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't expect Wen Jiao to suddenly cut her wrists."

"What did you say to her?" Shen Jinci caught the key point and said, "Did you force her?"

"Forced?" Wei Shuqian sneered, and said frankly: "Yes, I forced her. I said I wanted to marry her."

Shen Jinci guessed it.

He hung up the phone without asking any further questions.

Inside the room, Bian Yue looked nervous as she watched Wen Jiao fall into a deep sleep.

The latter was sleeping on the bed with a peaceful and serene look on her face. If it weren't for the striking scar on her wrist, Bian Yue would even think that she was just asleep.

The memory of her parents’ funeral flashed through Bian Yue’s mind.

There are not many important people around her, and if possible, Bian Yue hopes that they can all be safe.

My heart tightened and my emotions began to churn.

"When will she wake up? How long will she stay in a coma? Doctor, I beg you, you must help me heal her!"

Bian Yue walked to the doctor and said in a trembling voice, "She is still so young, nothing can happen to her."

"Miss Bian, you don't have to worry so much. In fact, your friend's injuries are not serious." The doctor said softly: "All his vital signs are very healthy."

"But...but she is still unconscious?" Bian Yue clenched her fists, her eyes reddened, and she asked in confusion, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"It's because she lost too much blood and is too weak, so she may need some time to adjust. But don't worry, Miss Bian, she will be fine."

"really?"

"real."

Only then did Bian Yue relax and sit down next to Wen Jiao.

She held Wen Jiao's hand, closed her eyes with a tired look, and relaxed.

Wen Jiao was still immersed in a very dark dream.

The Wei Shugan in the dream was still a teenager, lonely and quiet, but definitely not murderous.

He is just clear and cool, with a sense of fragility and breakability. To use the popular words of the past two years, he is beautiful, strong and miserable.

Wen Jiao only took a glance and remembered it.

She was full of vigor and vitality at that time. The 18-year-old girl was restless and loved to play everything.

She ran to Bian Yue who was watching the sunset and said, "Bian Yue, there's a very good-looking boy over there. I like him a little bit." Bian Yue was no longer surprised by Wen Jiao's liking for him, so she asked perfunctorily, "Oh, what do you like?"

"Of course I like that face!" Wen Jiao said bluntly, "There aren't many good-looking people!"

"I thought you'd heard handsome guys singing every day, so you'd have had enough."

Bian Yue stretched lazily out of boredom, and seeing Wen Jiao's serious expression, she said with a smile: "Miss Wen, how long are you going to like it this time?"

"Don't look down on me. This time is different. I'm very interested in this man!"

Wen Jiao's face was filled with the excitement that only a hunter can show. She raised her voice and said, "Just wait and see. Three months, it will only take three months! I will definitely get him!"

From the beginning, it was just an irresponsible declaration.

So later on, the tragic ending was all Wen Jiao’s own fault.

Wen Jiao woke up from her dream and saw Bian Yue's worried eyes.

"Jiaojiao! Jiaojiao, you finally woke up!" When Bian Yue saw Wen Jiao wake up, the worry on her face turned into joy. She hurriedly said, "Lie down and have a good rest! I'll ask the doctor to come and check you out now!"

Wen Jiao held Bian Yue's hand.

There was a teasing smile in her eyes, and she joked: "Why are you so nervous? I'm fine! If you act like this, I'm afraid Shen Jinci will get jealous of me!"

"He won't." Bian Yue said seriously: "He is not that kind of person."

Wen Jiao was amused by Bian Yue's seriousness. The smile in her eyes became even brighter, and she said softly, "It's okay, Bian Yue, I'm really fine."

Bian Yue lowered her head and looked at Wen Jiao's injured hand.

The scars were horrifying, and Bian Yue didn't even dare to imagine how painful it must be.

"What happened?" Bian Yue frowned and looked at Wen Jiao in confusion: "What happened between you and Wei Shuqian? Why are you injured?"

Wen Jiao said, "Bian Yue, do you remember that when I was in junior high school, I pursued a boy and got him in three months."

Bian Yue remembered that Wen Jiao was a person who didn't like to accommodate others and rarely took the initiative. Of course, Bian Yue remembered the only time he pursued someone.

But for Wen Jiao, this kind of thing is not a big deal.

It's just a playful mood.

Therefore, Bian Yue didn't take it too seriously.

But now, Wen Jiao suddenly brought up this matter.

Bian Yue was stunned, eyes wide open in disbelief, "The person you were pursuing at that time was Wei Shuqian?"

"Yes." Wen Jiao smiled bitterly. Her voice was very soft and full of emotion. "Bian Yue, that's why I say that people really can't do bad things. Sooner or later, they will suffer retribution."

Bian Yue didn't want Wen Jiao to get hurt, let alone be involved with the word "retribution".

People are biased. Bian Yue couldn't help but said nervously, "But it's been so long! Besides, it's just a love affair! Is it necessary for Wei Shuqian to force you like this?"

"What if I say, as for?"

"Wen Jiao, tell me the truth, why did you break up at that time? Have you changed your mind?"

Bian Yue frowned even more deeply. Wei Shuqian was not here with good intentions, and Bian Yue couldn't help but worry, "Did you cheat on him when you broke up with him?"

Wen Jiao forced a smile, "It's worse than cheating."

"You" Bian Yue took a deep breath, recalling Wei Shuqian's cold face at the class reunion, "Wen Jiao, be obedient, tell me, what did you do?"

Wen Jiao said nothing, but lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his hand where the needle was inserted.