Chapter 29 I lied to you, will you forgive me?
A sea breeze blows, and the setting sun casts a soft glow.
Wen Yu walked barefoot on the soft sand, step by step approaching the tall figure who was washing his face at the sink with his back to her.
The light of the setting sun cast a fuzzy, rough edge on the man's tall, slender back.
The sea breeze made the hem of his shirt flutter, and the hair on his forehead was completely soaked with cold water. He should have been fleeing in a disheveled state, but in Wen Yu's eyes, this man exuded an indescribable cuteness and... a seriousness that softened her heart, as self-disciplined and respectful as a monk who could not overstep the bounds.
Wen Yu stopped a step behind Shen Jinhuai, tilting her head and looking at him with a smile in her eyes.
At this moment, Shen Jinhuai seemed to finally feel the heat on his face subside a little from the cool water.
He straightened up, exhaled deeply, and water droplets dripped down the man's smooth jawline.
Shen Jinhuai closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and tried to calm himself down one last time.
The next second, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Just moments before, Shen Jinhuai thought he had finally calmed down, but his body stiffened.
Wen Yu had already pressed her cheek against the back of his damp shirt, feeling Shen Jinhuai's muscles tense. She tightened her arms, spoke softly, her voice laced with laughter and feigned grievance: "Shen Jinhuai, why are you running away? Am I that scary?"
Before he could finish speaking, the man's breathing became heavier.
He raised his hand and covered Wen Yu's hand that was wrapped around his waist; his palm was burning hot.
It contrasted sharply with the girl's slightly cool fingertips.
"You, you are not scary."
Shen Jinhuai's voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, did I... scare you?"
"No."
Wen Yu shook her head, her cheek nuzzling against Shen Jinhuai's back, her voice full of trust: "It's just... a bit unexpected. But..."
At this point, Wen Yu paused for a moment, then added in a low, mischievous voice, "I like it very much."
Although I didn't expect Shen Jinhuai to come to an abrupt end at the crucial moment.
Wen Yu liked this kind of respect.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jinhuai's throat tightened.
He turned around and met Wen Yu's gaze.
The man's face was still damp, and tiny water droplets clung to his eyelashes, making him appear hazy in the darkening sky.
The emotions surging deep within his eyes were complex and difficult to discern: lingering desires, remorse, and an even deeper undercurrent that seemed to draw people in.
Wen Yu looked up, her eyes reflecting the last rays of the sunset.
Clear, without any haze.
“Xiaoyu,”
Shen Jinhuai called out to Wen Yu in a hoarse voice: "It's not that I didn't want to just now, it's just... I can't think about it now. You haven't remembered anything yet, and I don't want you to make any decisions without any memory. That wouldn't be fair to you."
Wen Yu was slightly taken aback.
So that's why.
Looking at the man's serious and earnest gaze, Wen Yu reached out and wiped a drop of water from his chin with her fingertips. She pressed her cheek against his chest, her nose stinging with tears: "Shen Jinhuai, how could you be so foolish?"
“We were already engaged, and you just proposed to me. Once I reach the age, we can get our marriage certificate directly. Are you worried that I'll regret it if I regain my memory?”
Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu into his arms tightly.
He rested his chin on the top of her head for a long time without saying a word.
Wen Yu had no idea what Shen Jinhuai was thinking. She snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of peace as she listened to his heartbeat gradually return to normal. She was so happy she felt like she was bubbling over.
Is there anything happier or sweeter than this moment?
No.
"I'm your fiancée now, aren't I?"
Wen Yu raised her head, her eyes shining as she looked at Shen Jinhuai, her fingers still playing with the top button of his shirt near his Adam's apple.
Although from the moment she woke up, Wen Yu was told that she was Shen Jinhuai's fiancée.
But from the moment she was proposed to, Wen Yu truly felt that she was his fiancée.
This feeling is wonderful.
It made her feel sweet and warm inside, as if it filled her with strength.
Even if she dreams that terrible dream again, she won't be as afraid as before.
"right."
Shen Jinhuai lowered his head and placed a kiss on Wen Yu's forehead: "You are my fiancée, you are mine."
As darkness fell completely, stars began to twinkle in the distant night sky.
Warm lights also shone from the villas in the distance.
“Then, fiancé, I command you to carry me back.”
Wen Yu released Shen Jinhuai, turned and took his hand, their fingers intertwined, her eyes crinkling: "You are not allowed to put me down for even a moment."
"good."
Shen Jinhuai raised his other hand to rub Wen Yu's hair, then turned around and squatted on the ground.
Wen Yu happily leaned against the man's back.
Shen Jinhuai steadily supported Wen Yu's legs and slowly stood up.
The man carried the girl back home.
The sea breeze ruffled the girl's long hair and skirt, and the man carrying her on his back was the man she deeply loved, who had just successfully proposed to her.
Wen Yu turned her head and gave the man a quick kiss on the neck.
Seeing that he didn't stop walking, she kissed him again before obediently lying on his back.
Just as the two were about to board the speedboat to the villa, Shen Jinhuai paused, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across the dark sea in the distance.
A notification sound came through the man's earpiece: it was an automatic alarm from the perimeter surveillance system that had detected an abnormal energy fluctuation.
The location is in the northeast of the island, or even further out in the sea.
The tenderness in Shen Jinhuai's eyes was instantly covered by coldness.
But in an instant, he adjusted his expression, turned his head, and gave Wen Yu a flawless smile.
That evening, Shen Jinhuai stood in front of the monitoring screen in a space within the study.
The screen is divided into numerous small sections, displaying real-time information about the surrounding waters of the island, as well as images of various key areas within it.
His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were sharp.
The encrypted communicator lit up, and the assistant's voice came through: "Mr. Shen, we have detected a hidden force attacking the island where you and Ms. Wen are located. We are temporarily unable to track its exact location, and the signal is intermittent, as if it is intentionally evading our surveillance."
"It's only a matter of time before they catch up with us on the island."
Shen Jinhuai's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Activate all peripheral sensors to enhance the covert monitoring of the island's defense network."
The man calmly ordered, "Stop it at all costs."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Jinhuai took a deep breath to suppress his surging emotions.
He walked to the window and looked out at the back garden.
In the back garden, Wen Yu was sitting on a swing by the jasmine bushes, holding a book in her hands, swinging barefoot.
The warm light overhead shone on her, making her profile appear serene and gentle, with a faint smile playing on her lips.
The scene was so beautiful that it made Shen Jinhuai's heart ache.
Is Wen Yu now able to face those two brothers?
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jinhuai composed himself, dispelling the gloom between his brows, and turned to leave the study, heading to the back garden.
Hearing footsteps, Wen Yu looked up, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents: "Are you done with your work?"
"Come keep me company, I want to lean on you."
"good."
Shen Jinhuai sat down next to Wen Yu and naturally put his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against him.
Then he noticed that the book Wen Yu was reading was actually a collection of vintage wedding dress designs.
"Looking at this?"
Shen Jinhuai was quite surprised.
"Just browsing."
Wen Yu closed the catalog with embarrassment: "These designs are all so beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale."
Shen Jinhuai's heart stirred.
He took the sketchbook from Wen Yu's hand, turned to an illustration of a tassel skirt, and asked softly, "Do you like this kind?"
Wen Yu looked at it and honestly replied, "It looks nice, but it's too heavy and tiring to wear."
Shen Jinhuai flipped through a few more pages, pointing to an extremely simple satin A-line skirt: "What about this one?"
"Hmm...it seems a bit too easy again."
Wen Yu tilted her head, her eyes clear and innocent.
It seems they are completely absorbed in selecting beautiful things.
Shen Jinhuai chuckled softly and asked no further questions.
Instead, he took Wen Yu's hand and said, "Come with me."
Ten minutes later, in the art studio on the third floor.
Shen Jinhuai opened a cabinet in the far corner of the studio that was usually locked.
Then various precious fabric samples were presented before us.
There are ivory white silk gauze, delicate lace with a pearly luster, and soft, draping silk satin.
Wen Yu's eyes widened in surprise.
Then I saw Shen Jinhuai sit down in front of the new easel, pick up a charcoal pencil, and begin to sketch on the paper with a steady wrist.
The lines drawn by the man flowed smoothly, gradually converging into the outline of a wedding dress.
It's not any of the currently popular styles, but rather a blend of vintage sophistication and modern simplicity.
The bodice features delicate lace detailing that accentuates the elegant lines of the neck and shoulders.
The waist is cinched, and the skirt features an asymmetrical design with layers of tulle and satin of different textures, creating a flowing effect like moonlight—it's absolutely gorgeous.
As Shen Jinhuai drew, he explained in a low voice, "The cuffs can be adorned with tiny pearls, and the back opening could perhaps be shaped like a butterfly bone..."
Wen Yu stood beside him, watching the man's focused profile, watching his slender fingers create a dream dress just for her on the paper, listening to his deep voice describing every detail of the design, her heart aching and feeling incredibly tender.
She never imagined that Shen Jinhuai would make this for her himself.
"When...did you start learning design?"
Wen Yu's voice was slightly hoarse.
She thought he was just interested in painting, but she never expected him to be able to design such a perfect wedding dress.
Upon hearing this question, Shen Jinhuai stopped writing, looked up at Wen Yu,
"You don't need to learn. If I want to give you the best, I can draw it."
As they spoke, Shen Jinhuai picked up a piece of ivory-white silk and draped it over Wen Yu's shoulders. He then took a small piece of antique lace and held it up to her collarbone, his gaze as focused as if he were completing a unique work of art.
"Here, the edges of the lace can be made into a gradient..."
The man's warm fingertips brushed against Wen Yu's skin, bringing a slight shiver.
Looking at the man's handsome face so close to hers, and smelling his clean and pleasant scent, Wen Yu was enveloped by an indescribable sense of happiness and security.
She reached out and grasped Shen Jinhuai's hand, which was gesturing with fabric, and smiled sweetly: "I like anything you design."
Shen Jinhuai grabbed her hand tightly, leaned down, and pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling: "My Xiaoyu, you deserve everything that is unique in this world."
at the same time,
The president's office on the top floor of the Zhou Group office building in City A.
Zhou Yingchen stared at the locked island on the screen, his eyes icy cold.
"Pass down the order: all those involved in the overt investigation should intensify their efforts to create chaos. All personnel in the covert operations should be divided into three groups and assembled in the target sea area under different identities and methods. Activate the highest-level jamming and breaching equipment. Also, concentrate forces to prepare for an attack on the Shen Group."
Zhou Yingchen paused, his icy voice filled with chilling intent: "Without my order, no one is allowed to act rashly. What I want is... absolute certainty."
He planned to launch a strong attack on the island at the crucial moment; he wanted to bring her back.
Even if it means injuring the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred of your own.
We will spare no effort.
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The studio was softly lit.
After several days of meticulous drawing, the wedding dress design was finally completed.
The wedding dress design features elegant lines and is full of unique personal style.
The fabric needed for the wedding dress has all been shipped back to the island.
Shen Jinhuai patiently held the fabric up to Wen Yu's body and adjusted it.
He picked up a piece of ivory-white silk satin and placed it against her arm to feel its drape.
"This is the main ingredient; it has a soft sheen that complements your skin tone, is that alright?"
Seeing Wen Yu nod happily, Shen Jinhuai took out an elaborate and exquisite antique lace.
He lightly draped the lace over the silk satin, moving it around the neckline and cuffs to adjust for the perfect match.
"This piece of lace was from my mother's collection. The jasmine pattern on it was hand-embroidered..."
The man's voice was deep and resonant, with a subtle hint of longing in his tone.
Wen Yu obediently cooperated with Shen Jinhuai's every move.
The warmth of the man's fingertips seeped through the thin fabric, and the clean, fresh scent of Shen Jinhuai lingered around Wen Yu's nose.
He lowered his eyelashes, focusing intently on the fabric in his hands and her figure. The way he was so focused on creating something beautiful just for her made Wen Yu's heart melt completely.
When his warm fingers inadvertently brushed against her bare ankles, Wen Yu couldn't help but flinch, her cheeks flushing red.
Shen Jinhuai noticed it, looked up, saw her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and chuckled softly.
Then, deliberately, he hooked her ankle with his fingertip again: "Are you shy?"
"No, I didn't."
Wen Yu was stubborn, but even her ears turned bright red.
Seeing this, Shen Jinhuai looked up at Wen Yu from his squatting position.
The light from the window reflected in the man's deep eyes, filling them with overflowing affection: "You're not shy at all."
Looking at herself in Shen Jinhuai's eyes, her small reflection was enveloped by his deep affection, and the overwhelming sense of happiness almost brought her to tears.
She bent down, reached out, and stroked the man's slightly gaunt cheek.
The man in front of me seemed more tired these days than before.
"Jinhuai,"
Wen Yu spoke softly, her eyes filled with worry: "Have you been... preoccupied with something lately?"
Recently, Shen Jinhuai has occasionally been lost in thought, and a solemn expression that she couldn't understand would sometimes cross his brows.
Although it was fleeting, Wen Yu caught it.
Shen Jinhuai's body stiffened.
He then grasped Wen Yu's hand, which was resting on his face, and pressed it close to hers.
The man lowered his eyes, avoiding Wen Yu's clear and probing gaze. He remained silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice was much lower and hoarse than before.
"if……"
"If one day I do something wrong and deceive you, will you forgive me?"
Wen Yu was taken aback.
Shen Jinhuai's question was inexplicable, and it carried an unprecedented uncertainty and... fragility?
Wen Yu had never seen Shen Jinhuai like this before.
He was always calm and reliable, as if he had everything under control.
But at this moment, he was like a child afraid of being abandoned.
The hidden unease deep in his eyes made Wen Yu feel particularly sorry for him.
Without any hesitation, she gripped Shen Jinhuai's hand tightly, her tone firm: "Of course I will."
Wen Yu leaned closer to Shen Jinhuai, who was half-squatting down, her eyes pure and without any impurities: "My dear fiancé, everyone makes mistakes. And you... I know that you must have your reasons for everything you do, even if you deceive me, you must have your reasons, such as being afraid that I will get hurt or something."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yu was pulled tightly into the man's arms.
Shen Jinhuai buried his face in the hollow of Wen Yu's neck, which exuded a faint fragrance, greedily inhaling her scent.
“Xiaoyu…”
The man whispered in her ear, his voice muffled: "Remember what you said today."
"Okay, I'll remember."
That day, Shen Jinhuai held Wen Yu in his arms for a long time, so long that the sunlight outside the window changed angle.
Although Wen Yu was being squeezed so tightly that she could hardly breathe, she felt a sense of security.
She patted Shen Jinhuai's back, as if comforting an uneasy child.
Shen Jinhuai closed his eyes, concealing the complex emotions surging within them.
After a long while, Shen Jinhuai slowly released Wen Yu, his face regaining its usual gentle expression.
He playfully flicked Wen Yu's nose and teased, "My dear fiancée, shall we continue working on your battle robe? Do you still want to amaze me at the ceremony?"
Wen Yu was amused by Shen Jinhuai's words and nodded vigorously.
She was once again immersed in the sweet anticipation of wearing a wedding dress designed by the man she loved.
The atmosphere in the studio became warm and cozy once again.
Shen Jinhuai smiled and continued to explain the fabric and details to Wen Yu. Every glance and every touch was full of love.
The basic design of the wedding dress was finally completed when Shen Jinhuai received a phone call.
Wen Yu was afraid of affecting Shen Jinhuai's work, and wanted to go to the back garden to get some fresh air.
"Then you go ahead and do your work, I'll wait for you over there."
Wen Yu pointed to the swing in the back garden outside the window, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Shen Jinhuai on the corner of his mouth.
He turned around and left the studio.
Shen Jinhuai then answered his assistant's call.
Zhou Yingchen's attack on the island's defenses was not merely a prelude to a full-scale assault; he had already amassed strength to deliver a fatal blow to the Shen Group.
Upon hearing this news, Shen Jinhuai gave a faint smirk.
He never underestimated Zhou Yingchen.
However, the Shen Group will not be easily defeated.
Shen Jinhuai walked to the window and watched Wen Yu, who was already swinging on the swing in the back garden.
The setting sun bathed the girl in a warm glow.
She seemed to be humming a song, her innocent face radiating a happiness born of complete trust.
The man gripped his phone tightly.
Just wait a few more days, just a few more days.
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