"I've already pushed you to marry someone you don't love; I couldn't possibly go further and trap you by my side, could I? Wen Jiao, everything I said to you before was sincere; my concern for your happiness and sorrow weighs even more on me than anything else."
Wen Jiao's movement in her hands unconsciously slowed to a stop.
She looked at Shen Zhaoli for a long time before saying, "Shen Zhaoli, do you like me?"
The man did not speak. Outside, there were subordinates coming and going, but Shen Zhaoli, as if no one else was there, gently clasped Wen Jiao's neck. His posture was gentle, but his nature was forceful. "Jiaojiao, I am a businessman; businessmen only engage in profitable endeavors. Other than you, what else do you think there is at the Wen Family that I would covet?"
Wen Jiao was not fool either, "Nothing."
Her frankness only made the smile in Shen Zhaoli's eyes gentler.
He said, "Indeed, from beginning to end, I have only ever been after you. Wen Jiao, I like you."
