Chapter 15 All the unexpected encounters were planned by her

Seeing Shen Zhichu walking over alone, the reporters who had just hesitated all rushed forward, holding up the microphone and asking all kinds of tricky questions.

Shen Zhichu's thin body was sandwiched in the crowd. She felt her body being constantly pushed, crowded, and pulled. Her sick and feverish brain was not flexible. Facing the sharp eyes and questions of these people, she had the illusion of being eaten alive.

In the chaos, only a "bang" was heard. Someone's camera hit Shen Zhichu's forehead, and the sharp edge scraped against his flesh, leaving a small cut.

Bright red blood flowed down her forehead into her eyes, and her vision was all blood red. Because of the glare, Shen Zhichu had to close her eyes. She opened them only after her eyes adjusted to the stimulation.

The reporters in front of her seemed oblivious to her injury and continued to move closer. One of them raised the microphone and asked an irrelevant question: "Ms. Shen, I heard that Mr. Li had a fiancée four years ago, and it was your penetration that separated them. Is this true?"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, there was an uproar. Shen Zhichu and Li Jingshen had never appeared on the same screen in the four years since they got married. Everyone was speculating that the two had a disagreement because of the marriage, but they didn't expect that there was such a big piece of news.

Is Shen Zhichu actually a mistress? A mistress is someone who "doesn't die a good death."

Shen Zhichu reached out to wipe the blood off his forehead, and his palm-sized face gave the cameras a bright smile. The smile on the corners of his mouth extended to his eyes, which were indeed cold and a little ferocious.

All of Shen Zhichu's small actions would become infinitely magnified in front of reporters. Not speaking meant acquiescence, and smiling meant mockery and disrespect. He was a typical shameless person.

Just as they were about to continue asking questions, Shen Zhichu suddenly stood in an open space, bent her knees and knelt down, her back still straight, as if nothing could crush her.

The reporters were stunned, and then they became excited. Shen Zhichu, the eldest sister of the Shen family, actually knelt in front of the camera!

As a result, various hot titles appeared on major platforms and networks.

——Chen Zhichu knelt down to try to win back her husband and apologize to his original wife.

——Chen Zhichu knelt down to repent for his “murderer” father.

—The eldest daughter of the Shen family is actually a mistress? She kneels down in the street and begs for forgiveness.

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All the cameras were pointed at her, capturing her kneeling down.

"Ms. Shen, now that Shen's is facing bankruptcy, will Mr. Li divorce you?" The reporter asked another sharp question.

The flash focused on Shen Zhichu's face, trying to capture her subtle expression, but after a long time, Shen Zhichu remained expressionless.

The surroundings were filled with noise and bustle. Shen Zhichu's eyes were empty, and a sense of loneliness surged from all directions, as if to swallow her up.

The dark clouds above his head were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were about to collapse at any time. After a few muffled thunders, the wind and clouds started to rise, and bean-sized raindrops hit the tip of Shen Zhichu's nose, causing his eyelashes to tremble slightly.

As soon as the cameraman saw it was raining, he immediately put the camera away. The reporters also left one after another and found a place to shelter from the rain. Only Shen Zhichu was still kneeling there.

The heavy rain soaked her face, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body. She was very cold, as if the water penetrated through her skin and into her bones, and even her soul was trembling.

Li Jingshen was standing not far behind her, watching her kneeling in the rain like a puppet. When Zhao Qian came over with his bodyguards, most of the people had already dispersed.

The bodyguards formed a circle around Shen Zhichu and prevented the onlookers from getting close.

Zhao Qian didn't understand the truth and clicked his tongue. He stood beside Li Jingshen and asked, "Why is Miss Shen kneeling? How long will she be kneeling?"

"Not much, half an hour."

Zhao Qian glanced over and it seemed that Li Jingshen asked him to kneel, but he didn't know why.

Li Jingshen said that he had to kneel for half an hour, and that meant half an hour, not a second less. Zhao Qian looked at the woman in the middle of the road and suddenly felt sorry for her.

The family of the deceased didn't know how to know that Shen Zhichu was kneeling here, and a group of people ran over despite the heavy rain and threw the garbage they had prepared for a long time at her.

A green can hit the wound on Shen Zhichu's forehead directly, and the yellow liquid flowed down her face and covered her entire face.

After the air froze for a few seconds, a woman's voice came sharply from the crowd.

"Chen Zhichu, your father deserves to die! You are not a good person either! Your whole family is a bunch of locusts! Scum!"

"Yeah, my father got into trouble and disappeared for four days to have an affair with a man."

“There is not a single good person in the Shen family. Shen Changnan’s death was to eliminate harm to the people and harm so many families.”

"Hit her! No one's watching anyway, just hit her in the face and tell her she has no shame!"

“…”

For a moment, the atmosphere around was boiling, and no matter what was in their hands, they were thrown towards Shen Zhichu. The bodyguards standing in front of Shen Zhichu were all affected, frowning and not daring to move.

At this moment, Chen Zhichu was like a rat crossing the street, everyone was shouting and beating her, and the dignity on her shoulders was being shattered bit by bit.

There was chaos all around, and Shen Zhichu's thin body swayed from side to side. It hurt so much...Headache, stomachache, abdominal pain, knee pain...There was no part of the body that was not uncomfortable.

Chen Zhichu's eyes were still empty, her lotus-green lips tightly pursed. She sniffed, a breath of cold air entering her chest, and her straight back gradually bent uncontrollably...

Li Jingshen frowned, his deep eyes as dark as if two drops of ink had been dropped into them. No one could understand his thoughts. Zhao Qian beside him asked cautiously, "Boss Li, do you need help?"

The rain was so heavy that the flat ground was now full of puddles. Raindrops fell, creating ripples. Zhao Qian felt a chill as he looked at Shen Zhichu kneeling on the ground.

Li Jingshen pursed his lips and said nothing. He glanced over and felt that Shen Zhichu seemed to be crying. He always disdained her tears, but for some reason today his mood was like the rain in the sky, scattered.

Li Jingshen glanced at his watch. Half an hour had passed, no more, no less. He held out his hand: "Give me the umbrella."

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment and quickly opened the umbrella in his hand and handed it over.

Li Jingshen walked slowly into the rain holding an umbrella. The raindrops as big as pebbles fell on the umbrella, making a pattering sound. His innate temperament attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

He stood in front of Shen Zhichu and held an umbrella to protect her from the rain. Only then did Shen Zhichu react slightly. She looked up and stared at Li Jingshen intently, as if she was looking at another person through him.

The two of them just stared at each other, one standing, the other kneeling. She was as lowly as mud, and Li Jingshen was high above them.

The rain flowed into his eyes and stirred them, becoming scorching hot. Shen Zhichu asked hoarsely with a trembling voice, "Is it time?"

"We're here, you can get up now."

Shen Zhichu didn't move. It wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but that she couldn't. She was already weak, and she had been locked up for four days and had to kneel in the heavy rain for half an hour. Even she herself didn't know how she had persisted.

The cold air invaded her knees, as if she was kneeling on a needle board, piercing the gaps between her bones. She couldn't help coughing, and she almost coughed up blood.

"Li Jingshen, how many years have we known each other?"

Li Jingshen wondered if Shen Zhichu's brain had been frozen. Why did he suddenly ask this question? But he still answered: "Six years."

Shen Zhichu shook his head and said inexplicably, "It's not six years, it's sixteen years."

In the warm spring breeze that year, she thought of nothing but remembering him and loving him, and she thought about him for sixteen years.

Whether it was meeting him six years ago or forcing him to marry her four years ago, it was all the result of her ten-year planning.

However, she had planned the beginning but had not expected the ending. Six years ago, she probably never dreamed that Li Jingshen could be so cruel to her.