The atmosphere in the living room was slightly heavy, and Wen Shuqiao's gaze remained fixed on Shen Jiazhou.

Shen Jiazhou mechanically wiped his hair with his arm, and because of the movement, the light in the room shone on his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

But Wen Shuqiao remained silent, just staring at him.

“You…” Shen Jiazhou’s voice was a little stiff: “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Normally, after he said something like that, Wen Shuqiao would have looked away, but this time she still looked at him.

Shen Jiazhou touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"

Wen Shuqiao shook her head: "No."

"Then why are you staring at me like that?" Shen Jiazhou casually placed the towel he had used to dry his hair on the sofa armrest, crossed his arms, and said, "Just staring at me without saying anything is kind of scary."

Wen Shuqiao lowered her eyes, lost in thought. Finally, she asked, "May I make a rude request?"

Shen Jiazhou became interested: "Impolite demands? Tell me, how impolite are they?"

Even Wen Shuqiao himself said it was rude, so he'd like to know just how rude it was?

We can't be so rude as to ask him to hand over all his possessions, can we? That's what people are saying online.

Tsk, even if he really gave it to her, given Wen Shuqiao's personality, she wouldn't accept it.

Why are you suddenly making jokes? Is the robot fully charged?

"Can I touch you?" Wen Shuqiao politely made her impolite request.

"Oh, okay." Shen Jiazhou agreed without hesitation. Anyway, Wen Shuqiao wouldn't want it, so he might as well cooperate. It's rare for someone to drive...

Wait.

What did she say?

Shen Jiazhou turned to look at Wen Shuqiao, who seemed to have some doubt in her eyes as well. When she saw him looking at her, she couldn't help but ask, "You agreed so quickly..."

"I only agreed to one of your requests." Shen Jiazhou quickly interrupted her, "Stop overthinking."

"I didn't overthink it." Wen Shuqiao's tone was tinged with helplessness. "I just wanted to say, did you not hear me clearly because you agreed so quickly?"

Shen Jiazhou leaned back on the sofa, realizing for the first time that he had been speaking too fast. Now he was in a dilemma, unsure whether he had heard clearly or not.

Finally, he asked, "Where do you want to touch?"

Wen Shuqiao's gaze fell on his hand, and she said softly, "Wrist."

Shen Jiazhou reached out his hand, then muttered to himself, "It's just touching a wrist, why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

Wen Shuqiao looked at the hand with distinct knuckles that was stretched out in front of her. Shen Jiazhou was wearing black pajamas, and because of the stretching out, the cuffs were pulled up a bit, making the hand look like it was emerging from the black mist.

Jump into the sea and commit suicide.

These two words kept popping up and swirling in my mind.

She raised her hand and placed her fingers on Shen Jiazhou's pulse. Wen Shuqiao's fingertips were a little cool, but his wrist was warm.

The moment her cool fingertips touched his skin, she flinched slightly, but quickly pressed them back against his skin, her fingertips seeming to sink into his skin.

The strong pulse beat faster and faster, as if it were about to burst through the thin skin.

This vibrant life force—Shen Jiazhou, like her, is a living, breathing human being.

A character not controlled by the plot should not have met such an ending.

She looked down at the sunken pulse point, a mix of complex emotions swirling within her.

Wen Shuqiao suddenly understood why Wen Zhixia had written that sentence at the beginning.

No one could hear her voice.

She was powerless at that moment as well.

After Shen Jiazhou reached out his hand, his eyes never left Wen Shuqiao. He saw her raised hand because of the temperature difference, and he also saw her calm face.

What was she thinking? At this moment, it was as if countless threads of sorrow were pulling her down.

I've known Wen Shuqiao for a while now, and she rarely acts this way.

Did something happen between you and Yu Mingxue today?

His body temperature seemed to have reached equilibrium with the temperature of Wen Shuqiao's fingertips. Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips but did not withdraw his hand. He simply asked, "Did you feel the pregnancy pulse?"

Wen Shuqiao snapped out of her daze and raised her finger: "Sorry."

Shen Jiazhou then withdrew his arm, his sleeve sliding down to cover his wrist.

He continued, "What's wrong? Something's strange."

Wen Shuqiao shook her head: "It's nothing."

She picked up the photo album on the coffee table: "These are Wen Zhixia's photos. Can Can had been wanting to show them to you in person when you got back, but she was too tired from playing with President Gu this afternoon and just fell asleep as soon as she lay down."

Shen Jiazhou took the photo album, flipped through it, and finally whispered, "Cancan looks quite alike with Wen Zhixia. She also looks quite alike with Wen Shuqiao."

Wen Shuqiao hummed in agreement, then took out the property and bank cards: "This is the inheritance she left for Can Can."

Shen Jiazhou flipped open the property certificate and glanced at it: "It's not far. I'll go take a look when I have some free time."

Wen Shuqiao thought the same way, and she dictated Wen Zhixia's letter to Yu Mingxue to Shen Jiazhou.

After listening, Shen Jiazhou looked at the photo album in his hand and remained silent for a while: "She has always been making plans for Cancan, and she is also very clear that the Su family will not treat Cancan well."

He then asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

Wen Shuqiao hesitated for a moment, then handed him the notebook: "Consider it Wen Zhixia's diary."

Shen Jiazhou put the photo album aside and opened the notebook.

Each page had few words, and Shen Jiazhou read them very quickly.

Wen Shuqiao kept an eye on his reaction, but Shen Jiazhou's expression didn't change at all until the very end.

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