But before she could finish speaking, he seemed to be moved, and his hand moved from her chin to her slender waist.
His palms were broad and thick, pressing against her waist as if he wanted to snap her waist in two.
Wen Qiao's lips were captured by Shen Jichuan, who gently bit and probed inside.
She just said a few simple words casually, but no one had ever said such words to him before.
It made his heart flutter inexplicably.
He wanted Wen Qiao.
There is no reason.
I just want it.
He thought that his initiative this time might have been catalyzed by alcohol.
But he was pure of heart; he had only drunk a little alcohol, which was not enough to make him lose his reason and composure.
He knew what he was doing.
He did want to get closer to Wen Qiao.
The breaths between their kisses left Shen Jichuan and Wen Qiao momentarily speechless.
Wen Qiao even stared wide-eyed at him as he kissed her.
Shen Jichuan looked down at Wen Qiao, his voice slightly hoarse.
He spoke in a low but calm and rational voice:
"Wen Qiao, I'm giving you one last chance. If you want a divorce, I'll let you go, and all the conditions I offered you before will remain the same."
"With this money, you can bring your mother out, and you and your daughter can live a peaceful and comfortable life."
If she chooses to stay, she will marry him.
He will give all of his possessions.
Except for what was left for Shen Haiyang, everything else was given to Wen Qiao.
After all, she was so young, while he was an old man in his thirties or forties. If she really followed him at such a young age, Shen Jichuan didn't think that Wen Qiao was only attracted to him because he was good-looking.
He always made sure to compensate her financially.
Wen Qiao didn't speak, but looked at Shen Jichuan with a hint of confusion and... evasion.
She had been lying to Shen Jichuan all along.
She never liked Shen Jichuan.
She married him in the first place just to disgust Shen Haiyang.
But she kept kissing him, touching him, and openly praising him, saying she liked him.
She genuinely believed that older men like Shen Jichuan didn't appreciate these romantic relationships.
But now, it seems he... has really fallen for her.
Wen Qiao inwardly cried out in alarm; she seemed to have gotten herself into trouble.
"Sir, if you had to choose between me and Shen Haiyang, who would you choose?"
Shen Jichuan frowned. "My marriage to you has nothing to do with him. There's no need to choose between the two. He'll be going to his unit soon and will be spending a lot of time there."
"Do you still like him?" he asked Wen Qiao hesitantly.
Wen Qiao immediately said seriously, "How could that be? I don't like him at all. In fact, I hate him."
Hearing Wen Qiao's words, Shen Jichuan's expression softened somewhat.
"I'll give you time to think it over. I won't sleep with you until you're sure."
"Wen Qiao, I hope you're not lying to me."
He never easily trusts people.
Once you trust her, you treat her as one of your own.
Wen Qiao felt inexplicably guilty upon hearing Shen Jichuan's words.
Did he discover her little scheme or trick?
Wen Qiao lowered her eyes, hummed in agreement, and dared not say anything more.
Shen Jichuan gently rubbed her head.
He said in a low voice, "You can use the bathroom on the second floor anytime. I was wrong that day; I lost my temper with you."
Wen Qiao suddenly looked up, staring at Shen Jichuan in disbelief.
Is the person in front of her still the Shen Jichuan she knew before?
"What? You don't believe me?" he asked, his tone genuinely gentle.
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