Zhuang Jie Ning suddenly burst into laughter, her voice light and brisk as she said, "Bian Yue, congratulations, you’ve escaped death once again!" Her smile was sarcastic, and the congratulations in her words were completely insincere. Leaning against Shen Jinci’s chest, Bian Yue didn’t respond; she spoke softly, "Jinci, I want to rest." Shen Jinci agreed, then carried Bian Yue upstairs. As he passed Zhuang Jie Ning, his step faltered, a slight chill spreading before he looked away and continued upstairs. Zhuang Jie Ning stood there, feeling a chill piercing her spine; the smile on her face was nothing more than a deliberate disguise, and it vanished without trace the moment Shen Jinci left. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveIꜰire.net She seemed to have lost her soul, slowly crouching down, and after a long while, she let out a bitter laugh. Li Sihe’s car quickly followed, stopping right in front of Zhuang Jie Ning. Zhuang Jie Ning coped with the weakness in her legs and forced herself to stand. In front of Li Sihe, Zhuang Jie Ning didn’t want to show the slightest weakness; for her, it was an unacceptable humiliation. Li Sihe got out of the car and saw Zhuang Jie Ning swaying, standing at the door as if she had lost her soul. He pretended not to notice her, intending to pass by and go inside, but Zhuang Jie Ning caught his arm. She looked at him, eyes full of resentment, "Why?" Li Sihe’s demeanor was elegant but his expression frigid as he looked at Zhuang Jie Ning, who had grasped his arm, and coldly said, "Let go." "I’m asking you a question! I am asking you why!" Zhuang Jie Ning’s eyes reddened, "You know very well that if Shen Jinci brings Bian Yue back, you’ll have nothing left! Li Sihe, all your long-term planning and scheming, was it all just to hand Bian Yue back to Shen Jinci today?" Her emotions were teetering on the edge of collapse. Or perhaps, Zhuang Jie Ning’s emotions had already been off kilter long ago. Right now, the nerves maintaining rational order in her heart were already broken, leaving only bitter resentment, "How could you compromise with your father, all for Bian Yue!" "Bian Yue’s safety is of utmost importance," spoke Li Sihe, his tone dulled. Zhuang Jie Ning was taken aback, then her hand feebly dropped. She let out a hollow laugh, her voice hoarse, "I knew it... I knew you couldn’t be trusted!" Bai Xu stepped forward with a frown, his gaze fixed on Zhuang Jie Ning’s trembling back as he said in a deep voice, "Miss Zhuang, you need to rest. I’ll have someone take you to rest." "Rest? The dead are the ones who need rest." Zhuang Jie Ning sneered with a raspy, unpleasant laugh, holding back tears from falling, "Li Sihe, in fact, I accepted my fate earlier than you. When I followed your father’s wishes and became pregnant with a child from the Li Family side branch, I had already resigned myself to fate. It was you—the one who couldn’t let go and caused my child to be lost. And now you’ve led me to another disappointing dead end!" Zhuang Jie Ning shook her head, slowly backing away, and as she watched Li Sihe’s impassive face, her smile intensified. She laughed, tears covering her face and shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Then, she nearly broke down and cried, "Why have I lost everything? Why!" When Bian Yue woke up, it was already deep into the night. The doctor came to check on her, but she was not in serious trouble, merely unfit to travel long distances in the near term. Now, with heavy snow drifting about, there was no chance of leaving the island for the time being. Shen Jinci calmly accepted the doctor’s suggestion that Bian Yue needed to convalesce on the island and informed Wen Jiao, who was far away in the country, so she wouldn’t worry. He always took care of everything thoroughly, not letting Bian Yue worry. Meanwhile, in Xiangjiang, the temperature dropped, and a hint of coolness began to spread. Wen Jiao sat in front of the makeup mirror, looking at herself wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, her face beautiful and radiant. Her marriage to Shen Zhaoli did not stall due to Bian Yue’s disappearance. Shen Zhaoli was casual and easy-going in daily life, seemingly indifferent to everything, but in reality, he was extremely efficient in his actions and would not tolerate the slightest deviation. Wen Jiao had read the reassuring text message from Shen Jinci many times, making sure that Bian Yue was truly okay, and only then did she feel a heavy weight lift from her heart. Today she was marrying Shen Zhaoli. Shen Zhaoli entered from outside the door. Today, dressed in a groom’s attire, he looked much steadier than usual. The youthful immaturity had long vanished from his face, now replaced with certainty and experience, making him look no younger than Wen Jiao. "Seeing the text, you feel relieved, right?" Shen Zhaoli’s hand rested on Wen Jiao’s shoulder, his smile faint: "I told you before, my brother is reliable in handling matters. There won’t be any accidents." Wen Jiao was momentarily lost in thought, looking at Shen Zhaoli in the mirror, cuddled up next to her, their pairing seemed quite suitable. Who wouldn’t say they are a match of talent and beauty? Wen Jiao pursed her lips, her voice very light: "We... are getting married." It was unclear to whom she was speaking. Shen Zhaoli looked down at Wen Jiao’s face, who looked truly stunning in her wedding dress, even more moving than he had imagined. This marriage began with his unrequited affection, prospered by Wen Jiao’s considerations of pros and cons, and was not recognized by others as a union of mutual love. Thus, Shen Zhaoli preferred to regard her words as hesitation. He began to speak, his tone light and slow, with a subtle pressure: "The guests have all arrived. If you run away now, I won’t be able to explain it. Wen Jiao, you are grown up, you have to be responsible for your actions, right?" Wen Jiao was stunned, then couldn’t help but retort: "That’s not what I meant." "What were you trying to say just now?" As he spoke, his breath brushed past Wen Jiao’s ear like a feather. "I just..." Wen Jiao’s ears turned red, her eyes cast down in a rare embarrassment, "I’m just a bit nervous." Shen Zhaoli’s smile deepened again in his eyes, looking as charming as a beautiful fox, sly and gentle, he said, "So, Wen Jiao, you’re also nervous about marrying me, right?" He called her "Jie Jie" (older sister) caught her off guard. Wen Jiao’s face flushed, she glared at Shen Zhaoli, "Why are you calling me older sister?" "Didn’t you always tease me for being younger than you?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled, his slender and pale fingers brushing past Wen Jiao’s temple, his gaze dark and deep, "I thought you liked it when I called you that." "I didn’t!" Wen Jiao’s heart fluttered, and she stood up to cover her flurry, "Let’s not delay, everyone is waiting!" This wedding was after all a big event for the Shen Family. The guests who arrived were very thorough, especially the families associated with the Wen Family, not one was missed. This marriage was orchestrated by Shen Zhaoli, and the thoroughness exceeded Wen Jiao’s expectations. After three rounds of banquets, the guests marveled at the degree of Shen Zhaoli’s care for Wen Jiao and also joined in the joyous celebration of the newlyweds, everyone enjoying themselves. Wen Yongwei also drank a lot of wine. He held Wen Jiao’s hand, tears glistening in his eyes.