Wild Crazy Male Lead's Forced Love, You Don't Want, I Want!

104: Skin Thirst Actor 14The black Rolls-Royce drove smoothly through the rain, the neon lights outside the car window blurred by the rain into indistinct light and shadow, like an overturned palette.

Shen Ji held Wen Ci tightly in his arms, his long fingers unconsciously caressing her shoulder, as if confirming her presence.

His grip was a little heavy, as if he was afraid she would disappear the next second.

Wen Ci felt his tension, looked up at him, and found his brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of coldness still lingering in his eyes.

She couldn’t help but reach out and gently rub his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkle, and teased, ”Mr. Shen, that girl just now said you liked her, and she even mentioned something about a past life…”

Shen Ji’s body instantly stiffened. He suddenly lowered his head, his dark eyes fixed on her, his voice deep and urgent: ”I didn’t.”

Wen Ci blinked, wanting to continue teasing him: ”But she said it so seriously, even I almost believed it…”

”I have never loved anyone,” Shen Ji interrupted her directly, his voice resolute, with an undeniable firmness, ”Except for you, wife.”

His reaction was too strong, Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: ”I’m joking, why are you so nervous?”

Shen Ji didn’t smile; instead, he directly pulled out his phone and put it in her hand: ”Check.”

Wen Ci: ”…?”

”Look at anything,” he stared at her, his tone insistent, ”Texts, call logs, social media—everything can be checked.”

Wen Ci was torn between laughter and tears: ”I didn’t say I don’t believe you.”

Shen Ji didn’t listen; he directly called the bank and, in front of her, instructed: ”Transfer five hundred million to my wife’s account, now.”

Wen Ci’s eyes widened: ”Shen Ji!”

”This way you won’t run away,” he said in a low voice, with a hint of imperceptible grievance in his tone.

Wen Ci was amused by him and burst out laughing, reaching out to rub his face: ”Mr. Shen, are you silly? I was just trying to tease you. Of course, I know you love me, otherwise, why would I marry you?”

Shen Ji ignored her teasing, leaned down, and buried his face in her neck, his hot breath caressing her skin, murmuring repeatedly: ”I only love you, wife… only love you.”

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an almost obsessive possessiveness that made Wen Ci’s heart tremble.

The driver in front couldn’t help but clear his throat, silently raising the partition between the front and back seats.

Wen Ci’s ears flushed. She pushed his shoulder: ”Shen Ji, that’s enough, the driver heard you.”

Shen Ji ignored her, instead holding her tighter, and asked in a muffled voice: ”Will you leave me?”

Wen Ci sighed, cupped his face, and looked seriously into his eyes: ”No, never.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

”Swear.”

Wen Ci chuckled, but still obediently raised three fingers: ”I swear, I will never leave Shen Ji in this life, otherwise…”

Before she could finish, Shen Ji directly kissed her lips, not allowing her to continue.

He kissed her fiercely, as if wanting to knead her into his bones and blood, until Wen Ci gently pushed him. He then slightly pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, panting as he said: ”Don’t say ’otherwise,’ there is no otherwise.”

Wen Ci was both pained and amused by his anxious, fearful demeanor, and could only reassure him repeatedly: ”Okay, I won’t say it. I’m yours forever.”

Shen Ji finally relaxed a little, but still refused to let go of her, his fingers tightly clasped around her waist, as if afraid she would disappear if he released her.

Wen Ci leaned in his arms, listening to his gradually steady heartbeat, and couldn’t help but whisper: ”Mr. Shen, aren’t you usually quite aloof? Why are you acting like a big dog now?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Ji playfully bit her earlobe: ”Only for you.”

Wen Ci smiled and dodged him, her heart melting completely.

Shen Ji grew up in a wealthy family where interests came first, accustomed to insincere affections. Only for her, he wished he could cut out his entire heart and show it to her.

”Shen Ji,” she suddenly called him softly.

”Hmm?”

”I love you.”

Shen Ji’s breath hitched, then he tightened his arms, holding her even closer, his voice low and hoarse: ”Say it again.”

Wen Ci smiled and leaned into his ear, saying word by word: ”I… love… you.”

Shen Ji’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening frighteningly. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again.

This time, it was gentle and reverent.

Outside the car window, the rain gradually stopped.

*

The car drove into the Shen family villa. Shen Ji led Wen Ci out of the car, and the butler was already respectfully waiting at the door.

”Sir, Madam, dinner is ready.”

Wen Ci nodded, and just as she was about to walk in, Shen Ji suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on her shoes.

”What’s wrong?” she asked, puzzled.

Shen Ji didn’t speak; he simply bent down, knelt on one knee, and gently wiped a speck of dirt from her high heel, his movements as delicate as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Wen Ci froze, her heart skipping a beat.

”The ground is cold,” he explained in a low voice, then directly picked her up in his arms and strode into the villa.

The butler and servants were already accustomed to their master’s doting on his wife, and they tacitly lowered their heads and stepped aside.

Wen Ci’s face was flushed, and she protested softly: ”Shen Ji, I can walk by myself…”

”I want to carry you,” his tone was firm, yet carried an undeniable tenderness.

Wen Ci reluctantly allowed him to carry her through the long corridor until they reached the dining room.

The dining table was filled with her favorite dishes. Shen Ji personally served her a bowl of soup and handed it to her: ”Drink some first to warm your stomach.”

Wen Ci took it, sipping slowly, and looked up at him: ”Why are you so nervous today?”

Shen Ji was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice: ”I was afraid you’d believe her words.”

Wen Ci was startled, then chuckled: ”Mr. Shen, are you so lacking in confidence?”

Shen Ji looked up at her, his eyes filled with intense possessiveness: ”It’s not a lack of confidence; it’s fear of losing you.”

Wen Ci’s heart trembled. She put down her bowl and reached out to hold his hand: ”Shen Ji, listen carefully…”

”In this life, I, Wen Ci, only love you.”

”No matter what others say, I won’t believe it.”

”I only believe you.”

Shen Ji’s eyes flickered, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he ultimately just squeezed her hand tightly, saying in a low voice: ”Me too, wife.”

Outside the window, the night deepened, and starlight sprinkled down.

And in his world, there was only her.