The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

After breakfast, Jiang Duo brought Shen Ci to the police station.

As the victim, Shen Ci's statement was very simple and was completed in just half an hour.

Meanwhile, in the detention room, a wealthy businessman surnamed Zheng requested to meet Jiang Duo.

Nobody knows what they talked about.

When the wealthy businessman came out again, he looked as if all his strength had been drained.

He abandoned the idea of ​​hiring a lawyer and not only confessed all his crimes to the police, but also handed over all the irrefutable evidence of Shen Yu as an instigator and participant in the kidnapping without reservation.

With this absolute chain of evidence, even if Shen Yu's father, Shen Xiaocun, hires the best lawyer in the future, it will all be in vain.

During the handover, the police officer in charge of the case mentioned it with a hint of regret.

After Shen Yu was detained, the police contacted her family immediately.

But when the person on the other end of the phone heard that their daughter was facing serious criminal charges and was very likely to go to jail, not a single member of the Shen family came to inquire about the situation, or even offered a single explanation, as if Shen Yu had never existed.

After hearing this, Jiang Duo didn't say anything more. He simply reached out and firmly put his arm around Shen Ci's waist, protecting her as they prepared to leave.

The automatic door to the police station lobby had just slid open a crack when footsteps sounded behind me:

"Mr. Jiang, Ms. Shen, please wait."

He is the veteran police officer in charge of this case.

He stopped two steps away, his gaze falling on Shen Ci, his tone hesitant: "Miss Shen, hello. Shen Yu, who is being held captive, wants to see you. Do you... want to see her?"

Shen Ci stopped walking and then calmly shook her head.

She didn't want to see him, and there was no need for her to see him.

There was nothing left to say between her and Shen Yu.

Whether it's the indifference of her family of origin or any other unbearable past, Shen Ci feels that none of these should be used as an excuse for Shen Yu's evil deeds.

No one in this world deserves to be sacrificed, and no one is born to suffer malice.

Since a mistake has been made, the corresponding responsibility should be borne...

The May Day holiday has passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Xiaoming and his group took the return flight this morning and should arrive home soon.

After several days of rest, Shen Ci's injuries have basically healed.

She got up early, changed into a fresh outfit, and slung her small bag over her shoulder.

Jiang Duo walked over at some point, gently pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and spoke in a low, husky voice.

"long."

Shen Ci turned her head and saw his face in the mirror.

His features were sharp, and he usually looked at people with a nonchalant coldness. But now, his eyes were lowered, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids, and his lips were pursed, giving him an indescribable sense of loneliness.

She had been injured these past few days, and he was indeed very well-behaved.

Aside from the night they slept in the same bed for the first time, he rarely kissed her, at most touching her forehead lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

At that moment, his arm was across her waist, and the warmth of his palm seeped through her clothes, making her heart clench.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's nothing," he said, his voice even lower, "It's just... I'm reluctant to see you leave."

Shen Ci turned around and looked up at him.

Jiang Duo was a head taller than her, and the loneliness in his eyes was unmistakable when he lowered his gaze.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm just going home," she said softly, as if coaxing a child. "My father and the others will be back soon, and they'll worry if they don't see me."

Jiang Duo didn't actually hear what she said next.

In that instant, his world consisted only of the sensation of her embracing him.

Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her forehead rested against his chest, and her hair brushed against his chin, carrying her sweet scent...

The moment the sense of loss dissipated, something even more overwhelming surged up.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze moving from the top of her head to her upturned face.

Her lips moved as if she were saying something, her eyelashes fluttering in the morning light.

He stared at her, the darkness in his eyes slowly gathering, like a match suddenly struck in the dead of night, which hissed and burst into flame.

Shen Ci was most familiar with this look in his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to push him away: "It's almost time, I need to go back—"

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was grabbed.

Jiang Duo pulled her back into his arms.

Before she could even gasp, her chin was lifted by his fingertips.

He lowered his head and kissed him.

It was just a very light touch.

His lips pressed against hers, warm and dry, like a feather falling on water; before the ripples could spread, he pulled away slightly.

His forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling, his eyes looking at her at such close range, his pupils as deep as unyielding ink.

Shen Ci's heart pounded even harder, her fingertips gripping the fabric at his side, instinctively wanting to pull back—

"No rush."

The moment he finished speaking, he kissed her again.

This time, it won't be a mere scratch...

Early June.

The breeze has shed the coolness of spring and taken on a touch of summer warmth.

Shen Ci received Xie Shuyun's birthday invitation.

As the little princess of the Xie family, Xie Shuyun's twentieth birthday is of great significance.

The Xie family prepared a grand banquet for their "precious daughter," inviting many friends from the entertainment industry to celebrate Xie Shuyun's birthday.

The birthday party was on Saturday. Early in the morning, Jiang Duo drove to the Shen family's building to pick up Shen Ci so she could try on her wedding dress.

In Jiang Duo's heart, there was always an unwavering belief:

He loved Shen Ci.

I love her soul more than her appearance.

In his eyes, even if Shen Ci was wearing loose sportswear and had no makeup on, she was still the most beautiful person in the world.

He thought he had already transcended those "amazing" clichés.

Until the fitting room door was pushed open.

Shen Ci walked out step by step in her high heels—

The dress was custom-made to fit her figure; the smoky gray velvet fabric gleamed with a subtle yet luxurious sheen under the lights.

The dress features a bold and stunning design, revealing a large expanse of smooth back without any reservations.

The waistline was cut very tightly, perfectly outlining her slender curves, making her chest appear even more rounded and perky.

Her long hair was carefully styled into a bun, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Two small pearls dangled from her earlobes, swaying gently with her light steps, reflecting a warm, soft light.

Her makeup wasn't heavy; it just subtly accentuated her already striking features, making them even more refined and three-dimensional.

She stood there quietly, exuding an extreme charm amidst her cool demeanor, so beautiful that it took your breath away and you couldn't take your eyes off her.

Jiang Duo's gaze was instantly fixed on the spot.

He looked at the person in front of him, and his breathing involuntarily became lighter.

It was only then that he realized he was no exception to the common practice.