Chapter 162 Let's Get Married

ck then, if it's not the right person, why bother runningSuddenly, a flash of understanding struck Jian Tong’s mind...It turned out that the reason why that person hadn't shaken her hand back then was...Time flies, winter is here in the blink of an eye.

Everything was calm, but the calmness gave Jian Tong a strange sense of unease.

Since Shen Xiujin brought her to live in the Shen family mansion, she rose with the sun and rested when it set. From an outsider's perspective, his care for her was impeccable.

If someone else were in her shoes, they would probably be deeply moved, but the more so he was, the more uncomfortable she felt.

He always liked to sit by the bed in the bedroom, reading by the bedside lamp while she was taking a bath. When she came out, he would quietly stand up and naturally take the hairdryer, standing behind her, every finger gently gliding through her hair.

He also likes to brush his teeth in the morning, and when he squeezes toothpaste for himself, he'll squeeze some for her too.

He would also be domineering and demand a kiss.

There are many other things like this that happen between couples.

But the only thing that a couple should do, sleeping in the same bed, they didn't do. The two of them always slept in separate rooms.

But every time he did those things that only loving husbands or couples would do, Jian Tong wanted to laugh.

The low hum of the hairdryer spun in her ears, as it always did on these nights. Jian Tong sat slumped on the bed frame, her hair still damp. The air was growing colder... She looked down at her clothes – a thick pink robe, pulled tight around her body. This new robe had been bought for her yesterday by the man behind her.

The craftsmanship of the clothes was naturally exquisite, and it could be said that the price must also be "exquisite." But how did this person think she would like pink

Listening to the whirring of the hairdryer, a rhythmic buzzing, feeling the slight tingling sensation on her scalp, suddenly, the woman lowered her head, hiding her face in her chest, revealing a desolate smile. A silent smile, with tears welling up in her eyes... Isn't it just laughable!

What's this again

"That's it." She said, her voice barely a whisper, rejecting his concern, every one of his gestures, in her subconscious.

When she said "done," Jian Tong had already subtly tilted her head, and the man behind her narrowed his eyes. ... Her unwitting little move had already betrayed her innermost thoughts.

... Is she... resisting him this much

Lost.

Uncomfortable.

There was also a hint of unspeakable regret.

Only he knows what he regrets.

As instructed, I switched off the hairdryer and put it down.

A rustling sound came from the bed. He glanced over and, in the next second, reached out to grab the woman who was about to move to the other side of the big bed.

"Will you marry me"

Out of the blue, the man suddenly spoke.

While Jian Tong was taken aback, she looked at the air in front of her. For a moment, she felt like she had hallucinated.

However, the hand behind her was resting on her shoulder.

Everything around was so quiet, a silence that made Jian Tong feel cold.

A sudden tremor, like an electric current, ran through my whole body, and finally, I shivered violently.

For a long time, she didn't turn around, just stared coldly at the air in front of her and said in a rough voice: "I'm just a murderer, not worthy of Mr. Shen, who is renowned."

After finishing his words, he quickly got into bed, pulled the blanket over himself, turned his back to the person behind him, and hunched his shoulders under the covers, exposing only half his head—his refusal was clear without further explanation.

The man by the bed, his hand still outstretched in mid-air, squinted at the woman's back on the bed: "You also said, you haven't harmed Xia Wei Ming... If, if I said, I believe you"

The proud Shen Xiujin, for the first time, lowered his proud head!

His dark eyes remained fixed on the figure on the bed.

He was there, waiting.

His dark eyes flickered with unconscious tension.

“No, I have killed. I murdered Xia Wei Ming, I am a murderer.” She still hadn’t turned around, she remained facing away from him, her eyes hollowly staring at nothing, but tears, were falling silently in the place where he couldn't see… She bit down hard on her lips, suppressing the sob rising in her throat. No matter what, she wouldn't let him hear a single sound of her crying!

Wailing silently, an unspoken oppression, lips tightly clenched in silence... Too late, too late! Your trust is worthless now!"Wei'ai", Shen Xiuqin's low voice spoke to himself, yet it carried a hint of pride, pride for Jian Tong. 。Start the car, press the gas pedal, and the car drives down the road with a swagger... It tur...