CHAPTER 263: CHAPTER 263: WE CAN GET MARRIED

Wen Jiao took the medicine from Shen Zhaoli’s hand, her head lowered, voice somewhat unnatural, "Can you do me a favor?"

Even Miss Wen is speaking up, Shen Zhaoli looked surprised, raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Is the sun rising from the west? What favor? Is it my turn to help?"

Wen Jiao looked at Shen Zhaoli’s casual demeanor, thinking this person really was like a child, not reliable at all. But as things were, she didn’t have anyone else to ask for help, so she slightly turned her body, motioning for Shen Zhaoli to come inside.

"No, no, it wouldn’t be good for me just to go in, right?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled, "Let’s not be so familiar with each other, shall we? I’ll just stay outside, you speak, I’ll listen."

A flash of annoyance crossed Wen Jiao’s eyes; she was not someone with a good temper. She had just given Shen Zhaoli face, yet he wouldn’t take it, suddenly she coldly said: "You can leave! I’ll ask someone else!"

Saying that, she really turned around to leave.

"Hey... wait a second!" Shen Zhaoli knew he had joked too much, hurriedly steadied himself on the doorframe, attempting to stop Wen Jiao from closing the door.

That attempt to stop her failed, and instead, his hand was caught by the suddenly shut door, he muffled a grunt.

Wen Jiao turned around shocked, looking at Shen Zhaoli as his handsome face turned pale, his beautiful face twisted in pain, he hissed, "How many bowls of rice do you eat? You’re so strong!"

"Come in! I’ll get you medicine!" Wen Jiao felt guilty, but faced with Shen Zhaoli’s questioning, she couldn’t put out any soft words at the moment, turning quickly toward the hall.

When Shen Zhaoli sat on the sofa, he saw Wen Jiao rushing downstairs with a first aid kit.

Shen Zhaoli squinted, leisurely watching Wen Jiao, after a long pause, he smiled gently and softly said, "You got medicine for me?"

"Are you blind? Asking knowingly!" Wen Jiao unhappily put the medicine box in front of Shen Zhaoli, impatiently taking out ointment, "Extend your hand quickly, or it’ll swell up like a bun tomorrow!"

"You clearly care about me, why be so fierce?" Shen Zhaoli chuckled softly, "Wen Jiao, you’re really ruined by that mouth of yours. Do you really have to speak like that?"

Wen Jiao applied the ointment on Shen Zhaoli’s hand, she did not speak at first, and only after finishing with the ointment, she looked up at him with a trace of indignant color in her eyes, she said firmly, "How else should I speak? Don’t you know your words are also very annoying?"

"I know."

"You know, why don’t you change?"

"Because I do it on purpose." Shen Zhaoli chuckled, his radiant and beautiful face smiling too joyfully, even his cheeks appeared a bit rosy.

Wen Jiao had never seen someone who could infuriate people more than herself, she actually forgot to scold him.

And Shen Zhaoli, seeing the anger on Wen Jiao’s face, finally restrained his expression, coughed and said, "Alright, I just really like seeing you angry, you look kinda funny when you’re mad."

"Your whole family is funny!" Wen Jiao slammed the first aid kit shut.

Shen Zhaoli’s gaze rested on the pile of medicine next to the first aid kit, and then he looked up, the playful color in his eyes had faded.

He looked seriously at Wen Jiao, saying, "Just tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"

Wen Jiao scoffed, "You won’t help me!"

"I will."

He suddenly became so serious, Wen Jiao was taken aback, paused for a moment, her expression slightly unnatural, she lowly said, "You will?"

Then Shen Zhaoli calmly repeated, "I will."

Wen Jiao’s eyelashes trembled, and after a long time, she said, "I wanted you to accompany me home."

"Is there something wrong?"

"My dad found out about the cancellation of my engagement with Wei Shuqian and got very angry. I haven’t explained the reason to him yet, and I want you to come with me to tell him that we just weren’t compatible."

Wen Jiao sat down in front of Shen Zhaoli, head bowed, her expression somber.

Shen Zhaoli looked at her dispassionately, his gaze casually falling on his hand which Wen Jiao had bandaged like a zongzi, "Why do you need me to say it?"

"Because Wei Shuqian has frequent dealings with Lixing Group in Xiangjiang, and you are the vice president of Lixing Group. Your words carry weight. It’s not convenient for me to ask Bian Yue or Shen Jinci, so I’m troubling you with this."

"Bian Yue has been busy with Bian Family matters and can’t spare the time, and I’m just an idle person at your disposal?" Shen Zhaoli raised an eyebrow, suddenly stood up, and walked to Wen Jiao, "I can be that idle person, but I at least need to know the background and consequences."

"What background and consequences?" Wen Jiao was taken aback.

Shen Zhaoli didn’t give her a chance to evade, staring at her unblinkingly and seriously, "I want to know, if you liked him so much, why did you cancel the engagement?"

"Why do you think it was me who canceled the engagement?" Wen Jiao smiled at Shen Zhaoli, a hint of curiosity in her gaze, "Could it not be that I was dumped?"

She said it so lightly, as if it was a trivial matter. If not for the moisture in her eyes, it might have seemed more believable.

Shen Zhaoli felt a sharp, dense pain in his heart, he frowned, crouching in front of Wen Jiao, "I see, I’m sorry."

Wen Jiao intended to say something casual, but seeing Shen Zhaoli’s serious expression, the words stuck in her throat, no need to pretend.

She said, "You’re young, so you might not understand that sometimes love alone isn’t enough to be together, we need to be compatible."

Shen Zhaoli didn’t argue but instead went along with Wen Jiao’s words, "So you think, being in love isn’t as important as being compatible, right?"

Wen Jiao gave a bitter smile, "Of course."

"Maybe I have an idea that could make your father less angry when we explain it to him," Shen Zhaoli said, suddenly, without warning, he reached up to wipe Wen Jiao’s tears.

Wen Jiao stiffened, forced a smile, "What idea? Have you ever been in love?"

"No."

"That’s fine then, just do as I say..."

But before Wen Jiao could finish, Shen Zhaoli cut her off slowly, "We could get married, that way, no one would care about your previous engagement anymore."

Wen Jiao thought she was hallucinating.

In broad daylight, it seemed like a nightmare.

She pushed Shen Zhaoli fiercely, recoiling backward, extremely frightened, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Why can’t we get married? You’re only two years older than me. Instead of marrying Wei Shuqian, it’s better to choose me, I’m more suitable for you." Shen Zhaoli said calmly, with even a hint of smugness in his fox-like eyes.

Wen Jiao shook her head, as if trying to convince herself, "You don’t really understand what marriage means."

Wen Jiao, don’t think I’m that foolish, do you think this is just a whim?"

Wen Jiao instinctively retorted, "Isn’t it?"