Chapter 198: Is she pregnant?
The atmosphere in the living room was a little solemn, and Wen Shuqiao's eyes were always on Shen Jiazhou.
Shen Jiazhou mechanically rubbed his hair with his arm. Because of the movement, the light in the room shone on his face, flickering.
But Wen Shuqiao still didn't say a word and just looked at him.
"You..." Shen Jiazhou's voice was a little stiff: "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Normally, when he said something like this, Wen Shuqiao would look away, but this time he still looked at him.
Shen Jiazhou touched his face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
Wen Shuqiao shook his head: "No."
"Then why are you looking at me?" Shen Jiazhou put the towel he had used to wipe his hair on the armrest of the sofa and crossed his arms: "Just staring at me without saying anything is scary."
Wen Shuqiao lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. Finally, she asked, "Can I make an impolite request of you?"
Shen Jiazhou became interested: "Impolite request? Tell me, how rude is it?"
Even Wen Shuqiao himself said it was rude, he wanted to know how rude it was?
You can't be so rude as to ask him to hand over all his belongings, right? That's what people say online.
Tsk, even if he really gave it to her, with Wen Shuqiao’s personality, she wouldn’t want it.
Why are you joking out of the blue? Is the human machine fully charged?
"Can I touch you?" Wen Shuqiao politely made his rude request.
"Oh, sure." Shen Jiazhou agreed without thinking. Wen Shuqiao wouldn't take it anyway, so he just went along with it. It was rare for someone to open a...
Wait.
What did she say?
Shen Jiazhou turned her head and looked at Wen Shuqiao. There seemed to be some doubt in her eyes. When she saw him looking at her, she couldn't help but ask, "You agreed so quickly..."
"I only promised you one." Shen Jiazhou quickly interrupted her: "Stop imagining."
"I didn't imagine it." Wen Shuqiao's tone was a little more helpless: "I just want to say, you agreed so quickly, maybe you didn't hear it clearly."
Shen Jiazhou leaned back on the sofa and for the first time felt that he spoke a little too fast. Now he was in a dilemma whether he heard clearly or not.
Finally, he asked, "Where do you want to touch?"
Wen Shuqiao's eyes fell on his hand and he said softly, "Wrist."
Shen Jiazhou stretched out his hand, but couldn't help muttering in his heart, it's just touching the wrist, why are you talking so seriously?
Wen Shuqiao looked at the bony hand stretched out in front of him. Shen Jiazhou was wearing black pajamas, and the cuffs had been pulled up because of the stretching, making the hand seem to have emerged from a dark fog.
Jump into the sea and commit suicide.
These two words kept popping up and rolling in my mind.
She raised her hand and placed her fingers on Shen Jiazhou's pulse. Wen Shuqiao's fingertips were a little cold, but his wrist was warm.
The moment the cold fingertips touched his skin, she lifted her head slightly out of discomfort, but soon put it back on and pressed down lightly, and her fingertips seemed to sink into his skin.
The strong and powerful pulse beat faster and faster, and seemed to be about to break through the thin skin.
This vibrant vitality, Shen Jiazhou is a living person just like her.
She wasn't a character controlled by the plot, and the ending shouldn't have been like that.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the sunken pulse point, complex emotions in her heart coming one after another.
Wen Shuqiao suddenly understood why Wen Zhixia wrote that sentence at the beginning.
No one could hear her voice.
She was equally powerless at this moment.
After Shen Jiazhou extended his hand, his eyes never left Wen Shuqiao. He saw her hand raised because of the temperature difference, and also saw her gloomy face.
What was she thinking about? At this moment, it was as if a myriad of worries were pulling her down.
I have known Wen Shuqiao for some time, and she rarely behaves abnormally like this.
What happened between you and Yu Mingxue today?
His body temperature seemed to have reached a balance with the temperature of Wen Shuqiao's fingertips. Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips and did not withdraw his hand. He just asked, "Did you feel the pregnancy pulse?"
Wen Shuqiao came back to his senses and raised his finger: "Sorry."
Shen Jiazhou then withdrew his arm and slid his sleeve down to cover his wrist.
He continued, "What's wrong with you? It's a little weird."
Wen Shuqiao shook his head: "Nothing."
She picked up the photo album on the coffee table: "These are photos of Wen Zhixia. Cancan had been waiting for you to come back to show them to you in person, but she was too tired after playing with Mr. Gu in the afternoon, so she fell asleep on the bed."
Shen Jiazhou took the photo album, flipped it open and took a look. Finally, he whispered, "Cancan looks a lot like Wen Zhixia." And he looks a lot like Wen Shuqiao too.
Wen Shuqiao hummed, and she took out the property and bank card: "This is the inheritance she left for Cancan."
Shen Jiazhou flipped open the property certificate and took a look: "It's not far. I'll go take a look sometime."
Wen Shuqiao thought the same thing, and she dictated to Shen Jiazhou the general outline of the letter that Wen Zhixia wrote to Yu Mingxue.
After listening, Shen Jiazhou looked at the photo album in his hand and was silent for a long time: "She has always been making plans for Cancan, and she knows very well that the Su family will not treat Cancan well."
He asked again: "What were you looking at just now?"
Wen Shuqiao hesitated for a moment, but still handed him the notebook: "It's Wen Zhixia's diary."
Shen Jiazhou put the photo album aside and opened the notebook again.
There were not many words on each page, and Shen Jiazhou read very quickly.
Wen Shuqiao kept paying attention to his reaction, but until he turned to the end, Shen Jiazhou's expression did not change at all.
Like Yu Mingxue, he could not see the dream written by Wen Zhixia or the two pages that followed.
Shen Jiazhou quickly put the notebook down and looked at Wen Shuqiao again: "Were you feeling sorry for her just now?"
"Yeah." Wen Shuqiao's voice was a little muffled: "It's not just about feeling sorry for her."
For her, the fate of each person cannot be expressed with just a word of regret.
"Let's not talk about this. What about you? Have you finished your work for the day?" Wen Shuqiao changed the subject. She didn't know how to discuss this with Shen Jiazhou.
Shen Jiazhou pretended not to notice her abrupt change of direction and followed her words, "It's almost done. We're doing the handover, but there's a lot to do and it can't be done in a day or two. I estimate it will take at least a week, and at the latest, it will be finished at the beginning of next month."
It’s over. He and Cancan have nothing to do with the Shen family anymore.
Wen Shuqiao glanced at the time on his phone: "It's late, are you going to blow dry your hair? We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."
Shen Jiazhou nodded: "Okay."
Wen Shuqiao put the things back into the drawer: "I'll go upstairs first, good night."
"Good night." Shen Jiazhou watched Wen Shuqiao stand up, and after watching her go upstairs, he slowly withdrew his gaze.
He also stood up from the sofa, reached out to pick up the towel on the armrest of the sofa, and his wrist appeared from the sleeve again.
Shen Jiazhou stared at it for a few seconds, picked up the towel, pulled his sleeves and covered his wrists again.
*
Wen Shuqiao went upstairs, washed up and lay down on the bed, but her mood had not improved.
There was only a night light on in the room, and the dim light dispelled some of the darkness.
She turned over, her eyes fixed on the light, but her thoughts were still on the notebook downstairs.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong.
She suddenly thought of the letter to Yu Mingxue again.
The letter mentioned Su Sisi, but according to the timeline, the incident of the real and fake daughter should have happened after her death. At that time, Su Sisi should have been called Wen Sisi.
【No one heard my voice.】
But she saw...
Wen Shuqiao lay down a little and suddenly realized that Yu Mingxue and Shen Jiazhou couldn't see it. Was it because they were involved in the game?
But she is an outsider soul, and she knows clearly that she does not belong here, and the constraints of this world have no effect on her.
So, she saw Wen Zhixia's cry and the pain hidden in Wen Zhixia's ordinary words.
The ending after the ending.
The male protagonist Shen Shiyue collapsed, so where did the female protagonist go?
Wen Shuqiao turned over again and looked out the window.
It was windy outside, and the wind blew in through the unclosed window, making the curtains flutter.
If she could see Wen Zhixia's foresight, could she intervene?
But according to the settings in the novels she read in her previous life, there would be different punishments for excessive interference by time travelers. However, she had neither a golden finger nor a system, so where was the punishment?
What's more, she had already interfered with the plot, and it was a big one.
In the novel, Cancan was abused by "Wen Shuqiao". After recognizing Shen Jiazhou, Shen Jiazhou also took measures to punish "Wen Shuqiao".
But now Cancan has been raised to be plump and white, and has become a little sweet bean, and Shen Jiazhou and he can be considered friends.
According to the logic of punishment, the world should have punished her long ago, but now she can eat and sleep well, and her health is good, without any "aftereffects" at all.
That means the ending can be changed. The ending of "Wen Shuqiao" has changed, and Cancan's ending will also change. In this case, Shen Jiazhou's ending can definitely be changed as well.
She placed her right hand on her left hand, with her fingertips also on her pulse.
Bang, bang, bang.
There was a sudden loud rumble outside the window, thunder sounded, and lightning flashed, illuminating the furnishings in the house.
Wen Shuqiao's heart beat faster and faster. She sat up, threw back the quilt, and walked to the window. Another thunder sounded.
The loud rumbling sound seemed to be splitting something apart.
Wen Shuqiao raised his head and looked at the sky. After a few seconds, he raised his hand and closed the window. Even the curtains were drawn tightly. Everything outside had nothing to do with the inside of the house.
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