Chapter 94 Willing to Die
Wen Jiao said nothing, but lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his hand where the needle was inserted.

what did you do?

Is it more serious than cheating?
——It depends on what position you stand on.

From Wei Shuqian's point of view, the harm that year was too tragic.

The rich lady's casual impulse completely reconstructed his life.

Wen Jiao still doesn't dare to ask what happened in the end.

Therefore, she had no way to answer Bian Yue's words. She could only say in a soft and hoarse voice: "Bian Yue, I don't know. I did something wrong. I don't know what to do."

Bian Yue felt so distressed that she hugged Wen Jiao in her arms.

The full picture of many things is unknown, and if you are not involved, how can you say much?

Bian Yue was just thinking that if possible, she still hoped that Wen Jiao could be happy.

Later that night, Bian Yue saw Wei Shuqian again.

It was raining heavily at the Shen family manor. A man holding a black umbrella got off the stretched Lincoln. With calm and steady steps, he walked past the pavilions and towers step by step and came to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of Bian Yue.

"Why is he here?" Bian Yue was stunned and subconsciously said, "Is he here to cause trouble for Jiaojiao?"

Shen Jinci supported Bian Yue's shoulders and comforted her, "He's not here to cause trouble, he just wants to come and see Wen Jiao."

"He forced Wen Jiao to slit her wrists. If you have anything to say, can't you wait until Wen Jiao's injuries heal?"

Bian Yue frowned, her voice filled with worry, "Shen Jinci, I don't have many friends, and I really don't want anything to happen to Wen Jiao."

As the two were talking, the butler had already brought Wei Shuqian in.

The man had a dull and indifferent temperament and an expressionless face to begin with. Perhaps because he heard what Bian Yue had just said, the expression on his face became even more solemn.

Their eyes met, Bian Yue clenched her fists and whispered, "Mr. Wei, Wen Jiao is resting now. If you have anything to say, I will convey it to you."

Wei Shuqian lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Miss Bian, you can first ask Wen Jiao if she is willing to see me."

Bian Yue pursed her lips, her guard down, and spoke with some sincerity: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei, Wen Jiao is my best friend. She was injured by you and finally woke up. I hope you can understand my caution."

Wei Shuqian noticed that Shen Jinci was protecting her, and his hand was on Bian Yue's shoulder.

I thought that if I didn't express my understanding today, Shen Jinci would not let me see Wen Jiao.

The friendship that was forged in a sea of ​​blood and corpses cannot withstand the tenderness that can soften your fingers.

Wei Shuqian felt a little amused in this cold and solemn atmosphere. He relaxed his expression and looked at Bian Yue, saying every word seriously: "I understand. Thank you Miss Bian for taking good care of my fiancée."

Bian Yue's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you engaged to Wen Jiao?"

"We haven't officially notified you yet, but we'll be engaged soon." Wei Shuqian looked at Bian Yue calmly, his voice cold and calm, "Since Miss Bian doesn't want to tell me where Wen Jiao is, I'll go find her myself. I won't bother you."

After saying that, without waiting for Bian Yue to react, he walked past her and walked inside.

Bian Yue couldn't help but call him, her voice tense, "Mr. Wei, I know Wen Jiao did something wrong to you before, but could you please show some mercy and at least not hurt her body? Wen Jiao's life is very precious to me."

"Ms. Bian, do you think I was the one who forced Wen Jiao to cut her wrists?" Wei Shuqian paused, turned his head calmly and looked at Bian Yue behind him.

He actually found it very strange that Shen Jinci, who was so cold and aloof, could fall in love with such a soft-hearted and kind-hearted woman. The two of them, one bright and one dark, were people from two different worlds.

But on second thought, Wen Jiao and I are not from the same world.

So he pulled the corner of his lips slightly, with a bit of mockery, "Do you think I'm here to fight back?"

Bian Yue remained silent, indicating her agreement.

Wei Shuqian's eyes darkened, and his overly oppressive face was now filled with indescribable coldness. "Miss Bian, I promise you that she will not cut her wrists or get hurt again under my nose. As for what you just said, Wen Jiao's life is precious to you. Unfortunately, it is equally precious to me."

Bian Yue was stunned, and this time, she didn't say anything.

One cannot impose and interfere with other people’s karma. Bian Yue understood this principle very early on.

Wen Jiao couldn't escape Wei Shuqian's attack. The cause sown by the young man would eventually bear bitter fruit.
Wen Jiao sat on the bed, his face pale.

The doctor had just removed the IV drip for her and was now walking out with the syringe and bottle.

Wen Jiao raised her head and met Wei Shuqian's deep gaze at the door.

The purity and innocence of his youth is no longer visible on him. Now he is exposed and sharp, which is the deepest taboo in the dark night. People dare not touch him at all.

Wen Jiao said nothing, took a deep breath, and smiled lazily at the man. She said, "You came here so soon? I can see that you care about me a lot."

Wei Shuqian frowned, with a flash of hostility in his eyes.

He sat down in front of Wen Jiao, lowered his eyes to look at the scar on her wrist, and said calmly, "It seems that the cut was not deep enough, so you have the energy to joke with me here."

These words made Wen Jiao extremely happy, and her eyes and eyebrows were curved in laughter.

How could he be so ostentatious and so heartless, as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them.

Wei Shuqian looked at her, his voice getting colder, "Wen Jiao, say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry? Why should I say sorry?" Wen Jiao asked back in a naive voice, "I've already apologized to you, Wei Shuqian. Good words should not be said twice. If you don't accept it, it's your own problem."

What she meant was that it was all her own fault.

is it?

Wei Shuqian had never seen a woman more heartless than Wen Jiao.

He smiled at her expressionlessly, but the next moment, he suddenly grabbed her neck.

The woman's pretty face flushed, but the smile in her eyes became even more intense. She looked at Wei Shuqian with an almost provocative look, which clearly said, if you have the guts, strangle me to death.

Wei Shuqian really wanted to kill Wen Jiao.

But soon, he calmed down, slowly released Wen Jiao's neck, and said in an icy voice, "I will go to the Wen family to propose marriage, you are ready to marry me."

"Are you sick?" Wen Jiao's smile froze. She covered her neck and said harshly, "Wei Shuqian, do you believe me?"

"Believe it or not, if you cut your wrists again, you will die in front of me?" Wei Shuqian calmly took over Wen Jiao's words. His fingertips were cold, pinching her chin, and he said word by word, "Wen Jiao, a cruel person like you would not be willing to die."

Wei Shuqian received a breakup text message from Wen Jiao in the summer when he was 18 years old.

It was raining heavily and humid in Hong Kong, and 19-year-old Wen Jiao held a birthday party at home.

The Mid-Levels area was crowded with wealthy people; the daughter of a shipping tycoon held a birthday party and all the celebrities in Hong Kong attended.