After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 6

“How did Xia Shishi change so much?” Fu Yunhan hid in a corner, smoking a cigarette, a surge of anger rising in his heart.

The feeling of things spinning out of control made him very displeased. He wanted nothing more than to rush up to everyone and ask Xia Shishi what she meant.

Had she lost her mind? The only daughter of the Xia family, going to marry a woman.

What could she possibly gain?

Marrying an old man would at least come with a living allowance!

Wen Jiao was disabled and didn’t have many years left to live. Was Xia Shishi marrying Wen Jiao as a charitable act?

Zhou Xiaojiang returned after using the restroom. Seeing the furious Fu Yunhan alone, she walked over and asked softly, “Her marrying Wen Jiao makes you this angry?”

Fu Yunhan looked at her. “Didn’t you say it was foolproof?”

Zhou Xiaojiang’s expression didn’t change much. “Yes. Qi Xue even texted me yesterday, saying Xia Shishi was still on a hunger strike as a protest.”

A hunger strike? More like starving herself to lose weight for the dress!

Fu Yunhan couldn’t maintain his composure, his expression turning vicious.

“There’s a target for a city project recently, and the Wen family is our biggest competitor,” Fu Yunhan explained, gasping for breath.

If the alliance between the Wen family and the Xia family became a reality, the Xia family would definitely help the Wen family secure the project.

Although it wouldn’t cause significant losses to their existing business, the capitalist mindset always dictates that not earning is losing. The thought of losing hundreds of millions made Fu Yunhan feel miserable.

Zhou Xiaojiang also understood the importance of the matter. If Fu Yunhan didn’t secure this project, he wouldn’t be able to invest in her new film.

But they couldn’t continue to pressure Xia Shishi, otherwise, Xia’s parents would become suspicious.

“Ask Qi Xue to probe further and see what’s going on,” Fu Yunhan stubbed out his cigarette.

“Okay.” Zhou Xiaojiang looked at him.

Wen Jiao sat in her wheelchair, her white skirt covering her legs, radiating an ethereal beauty.

Xia Shishi, wearing a pink gown, stood beside Wen Jiao. Anyone could see the subtle affection Wen Jiao harbored.

What was Wen Jiao thinking when she sent someone to deliver the dress?

Did she fantasize about how Xia Shishi would look in it? Or did she think Xia Shishi wouldn’t wear it at all?

Not only did Xia Shishi wear it, but she also put on the pendant necklace Wen Jiao had given her before.

When Xia Shishi leaned forward to playfully act spoiled, Wen Jiao noticed the necklace. Once again, she felt her throat dry up and asked with great effort, “Do you… like this necklace?”

Xia Shishi’s eyes curved, realizing that Wen Jiao had indeed noticed.

So, she showed a mischievous, triumphant smile and said in a sweet voice, “Yes, I like it. If you like it too, will I wear it all the time from now on?”

Wen Jiao looked at her for a moment. “Take it off.”

Xia Shishi’s smile froze on her face, then gradually vanished.

She quickly backed up a few steps, clutching the necklace tightly with her hand. “I won’t give it back to you. You gave it to me, so it’s mine. You can’t take it back, you can’t.”

Her spoiled/delicate temperament made her eyes turn red instantly, and tears started falling.

“You were the one who proposed the marriage. I’ve already come to the engagement banquet. Don’t think about going back on your word.” Xia Shishi couldn’t even imagine it.

If Wen Jiao was truly angry and wanted to drive her away, what excuse could she use to stay by Wen Jiao’s side?

Her rebirth was solely to treat Wen Jiao well. Without Wen Jiao, it would be meaningless.

Xia Shishi’s tears streamed down her face. She was genuinely crying sadly, startling Zheng He. “It’s not that serious, is it? How much can this necklace be worth?”

Was it necessary to guard it so fiercely? Anyone who didn’t know better would think that possessing the necklace meant possessing the Wen family’s fortune.

Given the Xia family’s wealth, there was no need to covet this money. It was utterly shameless.

Xia Shishi was indeed acting like a spoiled brat, sniffling, “Anyway, I’m not leaving. I won’t leave even if you kick me out.”

Wen Jiao pressed her fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair, wanting to touch the girl’s face. Her eyes greedily watched Xia Shishi’s every reaction. Just these few moments were enough for her to have good dreams for days.

She said she wouldn’t leave.

Would she truly not leave?

Wen Jiao’s heart was restless with gains and losses, very unsettled. She couldn’t stand the sound of Xia Shishi sobbing, so she said in a low voice, “It’s not good-looking. Change to another one.”

She still thought Xia Shishi looked best wearing large-cut gemstone necklaces. Every detail should reflect the pampered upbringing Xia Shishi received.

Xia Shishi widened her eyes. “Nonsense, I’m always beautiful.”

Wen Jiao: “The necklace is not good-looking.”

Xia Shishi: “The necklace is also very good-looking!”

Wen Jiao fell silent. She looked at Zheng He.

Zheng He chuckled.

For the first time, Zheng He didn’t think Xia Shishi’s presence was a bad thing. Wen Jiao’s illness was congenital. She had been advised since childhood not to get overly emotional, which, ironically, led to Wen Jiao having almost no emotional fluctuations.

She was cold and aloof, not like a living person.

Now, she was at a loss with Xia Shishi and even learned to ask for help.

It had to be said that Wen Jiao’s twenty-seven years of life seemed to be formally beginning now.

Zheng He was happy for his friend, and he found Xia Shishi a bit more palatable. He also helped his friend out of the predicament. “If it’s truly beautiful, you should hide it, lest others see it and harbor ill intentions.”

That was how he used to trick little girls in his relatives’ families.

Xia Shishi scoffed. “If you’re afraid of people harboring ill intentions, you shouldn’t want it in the first place. If you have it, you should wear it out and show it off to everyone.”

Zheng He: “…” Don’t tell me, she’s really hard to fool!

Wen Jiao paused. “I have new ones here.”

Xia Shishi: “I’ll change right now.”

As long as Wen Jiao wasn’t taking it back, the more gifts Wen Jiao gave her, the better.

She would put every single one into a small box and take them out in rotation for everyone to see.

Wen Jiao asked someone to call home and have the gift boxes brought to the hotel, then continued to stare at Xia Shishi.

Wen Jiao wasn’t very talkative. Her personality was cold, and even in front of Xia Shishi, she was overly reserved. If Xia Shishi’s soul hadn’t been saved from the Black and White Guards of Impermanence, she probably wouldn’t have heard the affectionate words Wen Jiao said.

Xia Shishi didn’t mind Wen Jiao’s silence at all, as long as the person was still by her side.

Xia Shishi half-crouched in front of Wen Jiao. Their eyes met on the same level. Xia Shishi smiled again. “I will proactively learn about you, know your preferences, your dietary restrictions, your wishes.”

She placed her hand on Wen Jiao’s leg.

Although those legs had lost sensation years ago, Wen Jiao now felt a slight heat there.

It was very hot, a temperature that seemed to scorch the soul.

She was willing to be reduced to ashes under Xia Shishi’s hand, so she just pursed her lips and remained silent.

What should she say? My love is you, and my wish is also you.

The thing I dread the most is you leaving.

Wen Jiao didn’t dare to look into Xia Shishi’s eyes because her gaze was so sincere that Wen Jiao was almost convinced.

But she didn’t dare to speak, always wanting to savor the moment a little longer, enjoying the feeling of being genuinely cherished by Xia Shishi, even if it might turn out to be false in the end.

The smile on Xia Shishi’s lips deepened significantly. Relying on Wen Jiao’s indulgence, she clung to her recklessly. She temporarily didn’t want to think about anything else, just wanting time to stop right at this moment.

Xia Shishi went from half-crouching to half-sitting, and then even leaned on Wen Jiao’s lap, closing her eyes.

Wen Jiao raised her hand. She had wanted to stroke Xia Shishi’s hair for a long time. Her hand hovered in mid-air for so long that even Zheng He couldn’t watch anymore.

What exactly did these two people mean?

Zheng He wanted to speak but was silenced by a look from Wen Jiao. The words were caught in his throat, and he watched helplessly as Wen Jiao made a shushing gesture.