Chapter 987 - 987 973 Marriage Procedures (2)

Chapter 987: 973, Marriage Procedures (2) Chapter 987: 973, Marriage Procedures (2) Unlike Shen Yan’s blue bracelet, his was black, a birthday gift she had given him when he turned eighteen.

She had personally engraved his name on it.

His eyes darkened as he gripped the door handle a bit tighter, pushing the door open and walking in.

“Young Master!”

The nurse was feeding Jian Wei water and, upon seeing him enter, she quickly called out with respect.

Jian Wei shifted her gaze away indifferently upon seeing him.

“You may leave,” Shen Hua took the cup of water from her hand and said.

“Yes.”

The nurse walked out, closing the door behind her.

“Weiwei, come, let me feed you,” Shen Hua held the cup, bringing the straw to her lips, but Jian Wei turned her head away, ignoring him completely.

Shen Hua’s eyebrows softly furrowed as he set the water cup down and sat directly beside the bed.

“Weiwei, I know you still blame me for what I did before. Give me a chance, let’s start over, okay? I promise, I will never hurt you again.”

He reached out to hold her hand, but she dodged it.

Shen Hua’s expression became complex as he withdrew his hand in a dignified manner.

“Weiwei, what do I need to do for you to forgive me? Just say it, and I will do my utmost.”

Suddenly, Jian Wei turned her head to him and looked up, “Release my daughter and my grandchild.”

“How did you know… Did Ayan tell you?” Shen Hua’s gaze sank abruptly, his heart blaming Shen Yan.

“Shen Hua, you caused me to be comatose for so many years. Now, you even harm my daughter.” Jian Wei’s face was cold, her voice icy as she said, “If I could, I would wish I had never known you.”

Her resolute words cruelly stabbed at Shen Hua’s heart.

His gaze grew murky, and the veins on his temples bulged.

“Weiwei, do you really hate me that much?”

“Heh, shouldn’t I hate you? Shen Hua, I trusted you so much, yet you stabbed me in the back and kept me from my child for so many years. I didn’t even get to see my mother one last time. Do you think I shouldn’t hate you?” Jian Wei asked, her voice filled with bitter resentment.

“They are bastards, they’re not your children, no,” Shen Hua said agitatedly, “You’re mine, you were supposed to marry me.”

Jian Wei watched the madness in his eyes and remained silent.

Unable to bear her indifference, Shen Hua grabbed her shoulders with both hands, his eyes flashing an intimidating chill, “Weiwei, we are the ones meant for each other. If you want children, we’ll have our own after we get married. Can’t we just forget the past, hmm?”

Her shoulders pained from his grip, Jian Wei’s eyebrows lightly furrowed. She looked at him with indifferent eyes and, after a while, she spoke in a hollow voice, “Shen Hua, you weren’t like this before.”

In the past, he would pamper and indulge her, never forcing her to do something she disliked and certainly never hurting her.

Shen Hua’s gaze paused, and his grip on her shoulders unintentionally loosened.

Looking straight into his dark eyes, she spoke calmly, “The Shen Hua I knew was a man of integrity. He would spoil me and Ayan unconditionally. Every time I caused trouble, he’d scold me and then turn around and buy me a cake. When I was on missions, he was always the back I trusted most.”

Shen Hua’s hands fell, and he sat heavily beside the bed.

He hung his head, his expression unclear, but his clenched hands betrayed his current mood.

“From the moment you pointed your gun at me, I knew that the Shen Hua I knew was gone, completely vanished.”

Her voice was very light, carrying a faint sadness.

Shen Hua’s thin lips were tightly pressed, his gaze becoming deep and profound.

“That shot made me lose my memory and killed the big brother Hua I had called out to since I was little,” Jian Wei’s voice suddenly turned cold.

Shen Hua abruptly raised his head, his look toward her unable to hide his shock.

Eyes locked, an endless silence held firm between them.

After a long while, Shen Hua’s voice, hoarse, finally broke the quiet, “Weiwei, you…”

“Don’t call me that,” Jian Wei interrupted coldly, “you’re not worthy.”

Shen Hua clenched his fists and, in the end, couldn’t contain himself. He grabbed a vase nearby and hurled it with force.

“Bang––”

The exquisite vase shattered on the floor, splitting into pieces, spilling water and scattering the vibrant, delicate roses all over the ground.

He stood up abruptly, eyes bloodshot as he looked at her, “Jian Wei, do you really not understand my feelings for you? I’m the one who has always been protecting you. Why do you love someone else? I value you more than my life; why can’t you see me? Where am I not as good as that person?”

She would never know how he felt the moment she said she liked someone else—pain that nearly suffocated him.

“Shen Hua, we are related by blood,” Jian Wei emphasized.

“So what,” Shen Hua hated it most when others reminded him of that fact, “Weiwei, no matter what you think, in this lifetime, you can only be mine. No one else can have you.”

“Enough, I don’t want to see you.” Jian Wei turned her head away, her pale face showing a trace of exhaustion as she lacked the interest to argue with someone who had lost all reason.

“Leave now.”

“Rest well; the day after tomorrow, I will send someone to handle our marriage procedures,” Shen Hua gradually calmed down, his voice steady.

“Shen Hua, you’re insane,” Jian Wei said, frost in her gaze, “I will not marry you, unless I’m dead.”

“If you don’t marry me, I will kill Jian Qing and Jian Luo,” Shen Hua leaned down, pinching her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Including those two little ones.”

Jian Wei looked at him coldly, her eyes saturated with hatred.

“Get out.”

Shen Hua’s lips curved in a slight smirk, and he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I will come to see you again tomorrow.”

He let go of her, and Jian Wei grabbed a tissue, furiously wiping her forehead, her eyes brimming with disgust.

Shen Hua watched her actions, his eyes darkening, then strode out of the room.

He feared that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control and do something to her.

“Bang––”

The sound of the door slamming echoed, and Jian Wei exhaled in relief.

She looked out the window, the oppressive night adding to her already heavy heart.

…

The next day, when Shen Yan came to visit Jian Wei, Shen Hua was also there.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he could feel an eerie tension.

Shen Hua sat on the sofa, while Jian Wei leaned on the bed, neither of them speaking.

“Who allowed you to hold him?”

Seeing the baby, Nineteen, in Shen Yan’s arms, Shen Hua quickly walked over and blocked his path, filled with displeasure.

Nineteen nestled in Shen Yan’s arms, saying in a babyish tone, “Wicked witch.”

Hearing a child’s voice, Jian Wei turned her head, following the sound and catching sight of the little one in Shen Yan’s arms, her calm expression shattered.

The dazzling purple eyes, the face so strikingly similar to Jian Qing’s—there was no doubt as to who the child Shen Yan held was.