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His head buzzed with confusion, a tide of questions crashing over him.
When Yaxin used this formula as a condition, she must have already known her identity. At this critical moment, she had taken advantage of his entry into the the Shen Family to smoothly hand over the erroneous formula to her father.
She had meticulously calculated the timing of her escape, feigning deep affection while quietly preparing everything, waiting for the moment to strike and then vanish without a trace from the the Shen Family.
At that time, he naively believed she was merely depressed due to her miscarriage.
But why? Why did she have to do this? From the age of seven to seventeen, a full ten years, he thought he had cared for her well enough. Why? Why did she want to eradicate the the Shen Family?!
Shen Yichen never expected Ye Qianxi to appear at the the Shen Family at this moment.
At this point, the remedial plan for the Perfume Factory had failed. He had dismissed all the servants in the household and the workers at the Perfume Factory, just to ensure their survival.
He had sent his younger sister to a safe place and remained alone in the the Shen Family, silently awaiting Marshal Zhang's retribution.
Ye Qianxi was brought before Shen Yichen by Shen Yongyi.
Seeing Shen Yichen in disarray, looking haggard and worn, she merely sighed softly. A flicker of complex emotions crossed her eyes as she handed two envelopes to him and said slowly, "This is a secret formula my father found in Nanyang that can eliminate body odor. The other one is the correct formula for ' Graceful Belle,' which third Concubine might find useful."
Shen Yichen did not immediately reach out to take them; instead, he looked up at her with a dazed expression and asked, "And then?"
She smiled faintly and shook her head gently, saying, "You still haven't changed. Only Su Mengwan could make you let your guard down."
He seemed to have not heard her, mechanically repeating the question, "And then?"
She replied, "I want you to fulfill our marriage contract."
"Why? The the Shen Family will soon have nothing left. Even with these two formulas, Marshal Zhang may not spare us. Why are you wading into this mess now?" His brows furrowed, confusion etched on his face.
"If you marry me, the situation would be different. The ambassadors from France and Britain have a close relationship with my father; this is well known across the country. I believe Marshal Zhang wouldn't dare to take the risk of making enemies of us and the ambassadors."
Ye Qianxi smiled confidently and said without hesitation, "If I told you that I still love you, I doubt you would believe me, right? So consider this a transaction. My only condition is that after we marry, you must never have another woman."
Ye Qianxi was right; he had long since lost any illusions about love. He had been battered by reality until he was bruised all over.
Yet he felt he could give her the hope she sought. Shen Yichen knew he was engaging in what he once deemed despicable—trading emotions. But in this desperate situation, who could refuse?
Everyone's life is not just lived for oneself. Shen Yichen often found himself lost in thought during the quiet of night, his mind drifting to things he shouldn't ponder.
For instance, the whereabouts of Yaxin filled his eyes with confusion and melancholy as he repeatedly wondered where she might be. His brow furrowed as he gazed vacantly into the distance, as if trying to pierce through the endless darkness to find answers.
He let out a faint bitter smile, realizing he was overthinking again.
Later, with the strong support of the Ye Family, the the Shen Family successfully avoided annihilation.
The business of the Perfume Factory thrived due to this marriage alliance, flourishing more than ever. Shen Yichen busied himself with family affairs every day, yet the thread concerning Yaxin in his heart never loosened.
Time flew by, and before long, seven years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Dark clouds loomed heavily over Tongzhou, their oppressive darkness threatening to shroud the daylight in an impenetrable night.
The howling wind rushed past like an angry beast, whipping up leaves from the ground and slamming them against the glass windows with a sharp crack, as if expressing an inner turmoil.
Just before the torrential rain was about to pour down, Shen Yichen slowly brought his car to a stop at the front of his home.
He sat wearily in the car, about to push the door open and step inside when suddenly, a timid voice floated into his ears like a wisp of smoke: "Father."
His body jolted as if struck by an electric current.
A familiar yet youthful face quickly flashed in his mind—it was Yaxin as a child.
But he snapped back to reality; no, that voice was too tender, clearly a child's voice. Who could it be?
He slowly turned around, and there she was—the face he had longed for appeared before him without warning.
The relentless passage of seven years had stripped away her childhood innocence, replacing it with a cool demeanor. Her eyes held traces of hardship and determination.
His lips trembled slightly as he tried to say something, but found his throat constricted as if caught by something, rendering him speechless.
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