After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"If you marry Shen Xunzhou, you will end up dead. There will be no good results in either your last life or this life," Wen Mo held Wen Jin's hand tightly, the sweat on her palms wet her wrists.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes to glance at her arm, and smiled coldly: "I'm marrying Shen Xunzhou, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will die, or that Shen Xunzhou will kill you?"

There was a moment of evasion in Wen Mo's eyes; she was indeed afraid.

After all, she had witnessed Shen Xunzhou's cruel methods thoroughly in her previous life. This man watched her being tortured to death with cold eyes. Many times, she thought that her life was over. There would always be a medical team coming in to repair her broken body. Not only that, Shen Xunzhou would also give her time to rest.

Let her wounds heal.

And she knew very well that letting the wound heal was just to torture her better.

"I'm afraid, I admit it, but what about you? You still love Shen Xunzhou, right? You love him but dare not admit it. On the one hand, you say you want to stay away from him, and on the other hand, you want to marry him. Wen Jin, you are just a coward. Why are you pretending to be the heroine of a cool novel?"

Wen Mo felt a chill down her spine. Whether Wen Jin was a member of the Wen family or not was secondary.

Nowadays, Zhao Wan'er is in a bad mental state and Wen Qiyun doesn't know the truth. She will not leave Wen Jin until Wen Jin finds his biological parents or controls Qiyun's equipment.

Once she marries Shen Xunzhou, she will undoubtedly be inviting a wolf into the house.

Wen Jin burst out laughing. At twelve o'clock in the morning, in the Wen family's study, the warm white incandescent light fell from overhead, making everything look so pale: "Wen Mo, if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. What are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, his fingertips, like water onions, slowly brushed away the strands of hair on her cheek: "What do you know?"

Wen Mo let go of her hand, staggered slightly, and barely held on to the table: "What do I know?"

Wen Jin: "That's a question I have to ask you!"

"Whoever proposes it must provide evidence. Wen Jin, you don't need to try to trick me," Wen Mo pretended to be calm and looked at Wen Jin. Compared to his previous life, it seemed that everyone in this life had grown brains, but everyone was getting crazier and crazier.

Three dead people get together and play to their heart's content.

Those who don't want to play will hide desperately.

"Produce evidence?" Wen Jin sneered, "I have time to produce evidence, so why not just kill Zhao Wan'er."

Clang! Wen Jin took out the household registration booklet and turned away. Wen Mo was panicked!

He chased after her and snatched the household registration booklet from her hand: "Isn't that yours?"

"Wen Jin, what do you want to do?"

Wen Mo understood instantly: "Getting married to Shen Xunzhou is just a pretext for you to stimulate me. What you want is your mother's?"

Wen Jin was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned around to leave.

Wen Mo hurried to catch up.

She had a bad temper and just raised her hand to knock the man unconscious.

Avoid entanglement!

.............

The next morning, Wen Mo got up and looked for Wen Qiyun, trying to stop Wen Jin and Shen Xunzhou from getting their marriage certificate, but she found out that they had already left.

"My dad went to the company?"

"I went to the hospital and brought breakfast to my wife."

Wen Mo turned around and went upstairs to change her clothes. Without even having time to wash her face, she rushed straight to the hospital.

As soon as she entered, she saw Wen Qiyun washing his hands and placing breakfast in front of Zhao Wan'er. Wen Mo pushed the door open in panic.

"dad!"

Wen Qiyun glanced at her sideways: "What's wrong? You're so flustered so early in the morning."

"Did you know that Wen Jin is going to marry Shen Xunzhou?" Wen Mo stepped into the ward anxiously and closed the door behind her, as if Zhao Wan'er didn't exist.

Wen Qiyun was stunned: "No."

"When did she tell you about this?"

Wen Mo looked melancholy: "Last night."

"You don't want her to marry Shen Xunzhou?" Wen Qiyun went straight to the point.

This question obviously touched Wen Mo's heart. She had already responded to this question countless times in her heart on the way here.

At this time, she answered naturally: "If Wen Jin loved Shen Xunzhou, why didn't she marry him half a year ago? Why did she have to wait until now? Madam Shen treated our family as if they had seen the plague god, and she didn't even have time to hide. What good life would Wen Jin have if she married him? She is now in the company, and at the very least she is President Wen. Why does she have to marry into a higher position and live a life where she is trampled on by others?"

Wen Qiyun looked a little solemn as he listened to Wen Mo's fierce words.

But considering Wen Jin's recent performance in the company, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would be led by others.

Weiwei sighed: "Sister has her own opinions."

"Dad............" Wen Mo was a little anxious when she saw that Wen Qiyun didn't move: "Let's not talk about whether Shen Xunzhou loves him or not. How can a man who is good at manipulating with long sleeves, ruthless, and good at strategizing and calculating be a good person? The Zhou family has been with him for many years, but now he kicked them out, right?"

The fact that Zhou Ying had offended Shen Xunzhou was known to everyone in the upper circles of Nanyang.

It has become a joke that everyone enjoys talking about.

"How many years has the Zhou family been with the Shen family? How long has Wen Jin known Shen Xunzhou? Even if Shen Xunzhou loves her, can a wealthy family like the Shen family accommodate her?"

Wen Jin stared at Wen Qiyun and tried to see some support from his expression, but the result was still Wen Qiyun's words: "I'll go ask my sister what she thinks."

Wen Mo:............

Wen Qiyun was in a hurry to go to work and left without waiting for Zhao Wan'er to finish her meal.

Wen Mo staggered and sat on the sofa in a somewhat decadent manner, as if someone had pulled out his spine.

His eyes were empty and numb, like a dolphin stranded on the shore that had given up its last struggle.

The sunshine at the end of September was gradually moving towards autumn. The warm sun fell on the window, stinging her so much that she slowly moved her eyes away. But only for a moment, when it swept over Zhao Wan'er, she actually saw a moment of clarity in her eyes.

"Mom?" Wen Mo stood up with the help of the sofa and called out in confusion.

Seeing that no one answered, he waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Mom?"

"Is the Second Miss here?" At the door, the aunt came in carrying the things that had just been washed.

Wen Mo glanced at the panties in her basin: "Aunt Lu, how is my mother doing recently?"

"That's it! Sometimes I feel like a conscious person, but it only lasts for a second or two. Most of the time... Alas," Auntie said, sighing, "The doctor said that this situation will get better, but you just need to be patient. Don't be impatient."

Wen Mo nodded: "Thank you for your help."

"This is what I deserve. You guys pay me well."