Chapter 155 What a scoundrel!

Shen Shuangmiao got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"You know what? I really don't want to have this child. It would be too cruel for him to be born if it wasn't what his biological father wanted!"

Zhu Jin was heating milk. Hearing this, he paused, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Yes, you're right."

"you……"

Shen Shuangmiao thought that using reverse psychology would work, but she didn't expect him to still be like this.

She had nothing to say, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

After finishing her meal, Shen Shuangmiao still went out.

She followed Zhu Jin away, but Zhu Jin didn't go to a baby supplies store; instead, he went to a private art gallery.

Zhu Jin avoided everything related to the child and took Shen Shuangmiao to look at paintings, patiently explaining the style of each painting to her.

Just like when they were deeply in love, he would occasionally reveal his erudite side.

Shen Shuangmiao was absent-minded, her gaze sweeping over the canvases, but she couldn't focus on anything.

"Don't you like it here?" Zhu Jin noticed her distraction, lowered his head, and asked softly, "Shall we go somewhere else? Or go see a movie?"

He raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of Shen Shuangmiao's hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe with a slight coolness.

Shen Shuang's nose tingled with a touch of sadness.

She abruptly turned her head away, avoiding his touch.

"Zhu Jin, don't do this."

Her voice was hoarse, "You know perfectly well what I'm thinking. Can we stop pretending to be a loving couple? You insist on dying. What has the meaning of these past two weeks been for me?"

Zhu Jin's hand froze in mid-air before slowly retracting.

He looked at Shen Shuangmiao's reddened eyes, a hint of pain flashing deep in his eyes.

“The meaning is…” he paused, “that I wanted to spend my last moments with you, nothing more.”

Shen Shuangmiao completely lost interest in looking at the painting and turned to leave.

Zhu Jin immediately followed without stopping her, simply walking silently beside her.

Back in the car, Shen Shuangmiao stared out the window in a huff, without saying a word.

After a while, she felt Zhu Jin seem to move.

Then, a delicate little box was handed to her.

Shen Shuangmiao glanced at it and saw it was the pink diamond brooch he had bought at the auction last night.

"You seemed to have glanced at it a couple of times last night; it matches your outfit perfectly today." Zhu Jin's voice was soft, with a hint of flattery.

Shen Shuangmiao did not respond.

She looked at the priceless brooch and felt nothing but irony.

He was willing to spend a fortune on these cold, impersonal things for her, but he was unwilling to live for the sake of his child.

"Zhu Jin,"

Shen Shuangmiao did not turn around, her heart filled with exhaustion.

"Even if you piled all the diamonds in the world in front of me, it wouldn't be as good as you surviving."

Zhu Jin slowly lowered the box he was holding.

He leaned back in his chair, his jawline taut, and did not answer.

Shen Shuangmiao finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She hated his stubbornness and his self-righteous attempts to be good to her.

She also hated herself for knowing he was a bastard, yet still being unable to watch him die.

Shen Shuangmiao slowly exhaled, unable to resist uttering heartless words.

"You have always been a very selfish person."

Zhu Jin had a meal.

“When they misunderstood me before, they acted on their whims, hurting and tormenting me.”

"Since you can't win me over now, you're trying to disgust me with your death."

"Zhu Jin, you're a real jerk, how could I possibly like someone like you..."

By the end, Shen Shuangmiao's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Zhu Jin smiled and said, "Yes, even if I, a selfish person, leave this world, you won't miss me or be sad. That's enough for me."

“You…” Shen Shuangmiao was speechless for a moment.

She discovered that she was no match for Zhu Jin at all.

Once Zhu Jin has made a decision, he will not change it no matter what others say.

She seemed to foresee Zhu Jin's inevitable death.

Shen Shuangmiao closed her eyes.

"I'm tired, I want to go home and rest."

"good."

Zhu Jin immediately drove back home.

afternoon.

When Shen Shuangmiao woke up from her afternoon nap, she habitually picked up her phone to check the studio's emails, only to find her inbox unusually quiet.

She then vaguely remembered that since she moved back to the Zhu family and was dealing with Zhu Jin's death, she hadn't paid attention to the studio's operations for a long time.

And Fu Xuan...

They haven't been in contact since that unpleasant parting.

The studio is the culmination of her hard work and the place where she can prove her dream.

But now, because so many things have happened, she has put them out of her mind.

Shen Shuang was lost in thought when Zhu Jin walked in carrying a glass of warm water and vitamins.

"Awake? You don't look well." He handed her the water, his keen eyes catching the worry in her eyes.

Shen Shuangmiao took the water but didn't drink it; she simply held it in her hand, feeling the warmth emanating from the cup.

She was silent for a moment, then said softly, "It's nothing, I just miss the studio a little."

Zhu Jin's eyes flickered slightly.

He knew that she and Fu Xuan had parted ways, and he also knew that the studio was now almost at a standstill.

He had been watching all along, but didn't know how to intervene, and Fu Xuan's hostility towards him was also very deep.

But at this moment, seeing Shen Shuangmiao's barely concealed disappointment, he could no longer sit idly by.

She shouldn't give up her own dreams and career because of him.

"Get some rest and don't think too much."

Zhu Jin didn't say much, but gently tucked the blanket around her.

That evening, Zhu Jin drove alone to the studio.

When Zhu Jin knocked and entered, Fu Xuan was facing a computer screen displaying some design sketches.

He is still handling the final handover of the studio and has not yet completely separated from it.

Upon seeing Zhu Jin, Fu Xuan was taken aback at first, then his face darkened instantly, and his tone became icy.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome here."

Zhu Jin ignored his hostility and walked straight to sit down opposite him.

"I've come to talk to you about the studio," Zhu Jin said, getting straight to the point.

Fu Xuan scoffed, his tone mocking: "Talk? In what capacity? A dying man, or her ex-husband who hurt her so badly? Zhu Jin, you have no right to interfere in her affairs, much less the right to stand here and point fingers at me!"

Faced with Fu Xuan's sharp accusations, Zhu Jin did not get angry, and did not even frown.

He simply looked at Fu Xuan quietly, and agreed with what he said.

“I know I’m not qualified. I know better than anyone that I can’t give her a future or make up for the hurt I caused her in the past.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the studio, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

"But her dream shouldn't stop because of me."

He looked at Fu Xuan again, his gaze earnest. "Fu Xuan, I know her. Deep down, she is more resilient than anyone else. She has her own opinions and dreams. This studio is her life's work, a place where she can prove her worth."

"She's temporarily lost because of me, but I can't just stand by and watch you two be separated."

Fu Xuan was stunned by his words.

His vision of Zhu Jin was that he would be strong and domineering.

Instead of calmly admitting that she is not qualified, she begs him only for Shen Shuangmiao's dream.