CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 321: DECISION (15)

Shen Qian remained as if he heard nothing, simply quickening his pace. He went up to the second floor and entered his room before finally placing Ji Xinxin on the bed.

Ji Xinxin slightly opened her beautiful eyes, glaring at him indignantly. Just as she was about to speak, Shen Qian turned around and headed straight for the bathroom. The words Ji Xinxin meant to say got stuck in her throat, and in the end, she only bit her teeth together.

Her face had been splashed with water, her clothes, and hair now moist. The droplets kept falling, one by one. She just reached out her hand and casually wiped her face, then couldn’t help but feel a bit gloomy, wondering where that madwoman had sprung from, ruining her makeup completely. Tomorrow’s front-page headline wouldn’t feature an ugly photo of her, would it? No, she had to ask her agent to take care of it in advance—no unflattering photos were to be circulated.

While she was caught up in this jumble of thoughts, Shen Qian had already turned around and returned. He held a towel in his hand, came over to her, then crouched in front of Ji Xinxin. He raised his hand, and the gentle towel made contact with Ji Xinxin’s face, softly wiping it clean.

Ji Xinxin’s daydreaming was abruptly interrupted. She stared blankly at Shen Qian, whose movements were so gentle and light, as if he feared that a bit more pressure might hurt her. Moreover, the look in his eyes as he gazed at her was filled with worry and tenderness.

Ji Xinxin’s eyes flickered slightly, and the strings in her heart seemed to be violently plucked by someone. Her hands involuntarily clenched, but the next second, her eyes hardened, and she grasped Shen Qian’s wrist, halting his movements. "No need," she said.

Shen Qian furrowed his brows, glanced at Ji Xinxin’s hand, and said nothing, simply wresting his hand free to continue wiping her face.

This time, Ji Xinxin did not stop him again. She looked at Shen Qian and slowly began to speak, "Why are you so good to me?"

The situation just now had been outrageous. That crazy woman had been yelling that she was a cheap woman, a shameless mistress, seducing other people’s husbands—these kinds of vulgar insults were strictly taboo in their social circle. Regardless of their truth, being publicly humiliated like that, especially at his birthday party, was extremely disgraceful.

People in their circle loved gossip. Perhaps by tomorrow, it would already be spread that Shen Qian’s fiancée was such and such a person.

Ordinary people would not be able to ignore this, yet he seemed unaffected, even leaving in front of everyone while holding her, clearly showing his trust and care for her.

Why... They were clearly only in a relationship of convenience; there was no need for him to treat her so well.

As soon as she said this, Shen Qian momentarily paused his movements. He slightly raised his dark eyes to meet Ji Xinxin’s gaze, and the corner of his lips curled up as if she had asked a very laughable question.

His thin lips parted, he spoke slowly and deliberately, "You are my fiancée."

His future wife, the person he would spend the rest of his life with. If he was not good to her, who else should he be good to?

He was extremely serious, with such intensity in his gaze that the emotions within it seemed as if they were going to scorch someone.

Ji Xinxin’s heart trembled fiercely, but her eyes grew even more solemn. She looked at Shen Qian for quite a while, her expression gradually cooling. She laughed coldly, her voice carrying her usual indifference and resoluteness, "Shen Qian, never fall in love with me."

After Shen Qian and Ji Xinxin went upstairs, the Shen Family’s butler quickly calmed the guests and dealt with the chaotic scene.

Shi Che looked at Ling Chuxia, his eyes brimming with softness. His hand lightly caressed Ling Chuxia’s face, gently wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, his voice extremely gentle, "That was water, not sulfuric acid. It’s all right now."