After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash-Chapter 389: Long River of Dim Lights (Part 9)

Such a clever girl, yet she sleeps with a dagger under her pillow every night. Lu Zhonian has always known this, but never did he imagine that one day, the dagger would be turned against him.

Lowering his head, Lu Zhonian looks at the blood spreading across his shoulder, his expression calm, even with a hint of a smile.

That kind of smile pierces through Song Nian’s eyes like daggers.

Tears fall as she holds the dagger, her hand shaking uncontrollably, blood trickling down her hand in rivulets, as she cries out, bordering on collapse: "Why are you smiling? What is there to smile about? Lu Zhonian! You madman! How can you treat human life so flippantly!"

Lu Zhonian indeed is no good man; he had long dirtied his hands to get to his current position.

But he never thought Song Nian would say such things about him.

The words coming from Song Nian’s mouth are shockingly lethal.

He sneers at himself: "I’m the madman? I treat life flippantly? Song Nian, it’s only because I’ve indulged you all these years that you dare speak to me this way."

Song Nian managed a miserable smile, her tears flowing more fiercely, seemingly utterly hopeless, and so she laid it all out: "Yes, I dare to speak to you this way because I know you have feelings for me! So what? Are you angry? Do you have the heart to kill me?"

Lu Zhonian does not have the heart to kill her.

He didn’t back then.

And still doesn’t now.

That night, Lu Zhonian holds Song Nian in his arms, kissing her shoulder and whispering softly: "Nian Nian, that person wasn’t Jiang Ci, Jiang Ci is dead, and he will never come back."

With her back to Lu Zhonian, Song Nian cries relentlessly.

She must hate him so much that she doesn’t want to face him, hence her despair now is so palpable.

Lu Zhonian sees it clearly and holds her even tighter, as if in judgment, leaving no room for turning back, he says: "Song Nian, don’t think about leaving me. From now on, you’ll always be by my side. We’re going to get married and be together for life."

Song Nian feels nothing but despair for the future Lu Zhonian speaks of.

Just like in the past, she murmurs repeatedly, saying: "You killed Jiang Ci, Lu Zhonian, you killed Jiang Ci..."

Lu Zhonian turns Song Nian’s shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

Lu Zhonian sees the sorrow in her eyes, it spreads and sweeps over silently like a tsunami.

His grip on Song Nian’s shoulder tightens subconsciously, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and for the first time, he seriously says: "I did not kill Jiang Ci."

Song Nian doesn’t believe.

She refuses to believe that it was merely an accident.

Lu Zhonian sets their wedding in the winter.

Just when the first snowfall arrives, covering everything with goose feather-like snow, obscuring all sights, leaving behind a pure white canvas.

Such pristine white can cover many things.

Those things that Lu Zhonian has been longing to hide.

The dagger under Song Nian’s pillow has been taken by him, her fingers slender and clean, devoid of claws, no longer able to scratch anyone.

Lu Zhonian is very satisfied.

Many people came to the wedding, and Bian Yue also rushed over from Xiangjiang.

Coming along with Bian Yue was Shen Jinci.

Mr. Shen exudes an extraordinary presence, attracting countless gazes as soon as he makes his appearance.

Bian Yue asks Lu Zhonian, why his bride has not yet made her entrance.

Lu Zhonian replies with a smile: "Isn’t that to avoid competing with Mr. Shen for the limelight?"

Hearing this, Bian Yue’s eyes curving into a smile, she says: "Shen Jinci doesn’t need the limelight, he’s under the thumb now, I’m beside him, and he can see nothing else."

Her happiness is clearly visible.

Lu Zhonian feels quite emotional.

He had never looked favorably upon Bian Yue and Shen Jinci’s relationship.

But now, he was beside himself with envy.

If in the future, he and Song Nian could also live a life like this, Lu Zhonian would have no regrets.

He had already obtained everything he had once dreamt of.

Song Nian was the last piece of the puzzle in his life, and with that piece in place, everything settled down.

Lu Zhonian smiled, looking at Bian Yue’s beaming face, and he sincerely said, "I hope in the future, Nian Nian and I can also live like this."

"Nian Nian?" Bian Yue suddenly realized, she smiled and, holding Shen Jinci’s hand, asked him, "The bride’s name sounds really nice, doesn’t it?"

Mr. Shen was not one to joke or laugh lightly, his demeanor cold, but at the moment Bian Yue asked, the ice melted and he nodded in agreement.

He said, "Yes, it’s very nice."

Bian Yue was even more pleased, she pulled Shen Jinci along, saying she was going to take him for a walk around.

Lu Zhonian’s thoughts had already drifted far away.

Song Nian was on her way here, just unsure of exactly where she’d reached now.

Lu Zhonian had heard in his youth that in this life, one actually lives for just a few moments.

Some moments are so intense that they’re enough to reminisce over for a lifetime.

Lu Zhonian originally didn’t believe this; his life had already had too many moments of success and fame, but not even for a moment did he feel it was enough to look back on for a lifetime.

But on this day, at the grand wedding scene, when he turned around and saw Song Nian standing behind him, he still couldn’t help but get teary-eyed.

His Nian Nian was truly beautiful.

She looked even more moving in a wedding dress than he’d ever imagined.

So, it was inevitable that his eyes reddened, he looked at Song Nian’s face and was overwhelmed by emotion.

It wasn’t until the master of ceremonies’ voice rang out, asking, "Does the groom have anything he wishes to say to the bride?"

Lu Zhonian opened his mouth, choking up several times.

What did he want to say?

He wanted to say that over these years, I know you’ve been unhappy in the Lu Family, I was insecure and dark, and even though I knew your grievances, I still let you live your life cautiously.

He wanted to say but it’ll be different from now on, Nian Nian, give me time, and I will protect you for a lifetime.

He wanted to say I truly love you.

All those words of not loving were false, how could I not love you?

Song Nian, in my entire life, I really only ever loved you.

But none of it was in time.

The closed door was suddenly flung open, and Lu Zhonian saw a tall man standing against the light, with gentle brows and an indifferent expression.

His face was already etched with the marks of time, quite intensely, adding to his mature charm.

A flawless face.

But none of this mattered to Lu Zhonian, what mattered to him was, that was Jiang Ci’s face.

Song Nian’s bouquet fell to the ground.

Lu Zhonian panicked like never before in his life, he squatted down to pick up the bouquet, but Song Nian had already run towards Jiang Ci without looking back.

She walked without a hint of hesitation.

Lu Zhonian watched her retreating figure, growing more and more distant from himself, a fishy sensation churning in his chest; before him, there had only been illusions.

In the last second before his consciousness faded, Lu Zhonian saw Song Nian firmly take Jiang Ci’s hand, the latter’s lips curling with a faint smile, pulling Song Nian, walking outwards.

Don’t go...

Lu Zhonian desperately retained her in his heart.

But he could only let his consciousness dissipate, until at last, a thick black fog spread...