Chapter 304 The only places to cry are the toilet and in Daddy’s arms

As soon as Qin Mo and Shen Xiuli arrived in J City, Zhao Qian got the news. He had to find a way to let them take away Shen Zhichu's body as soon as possible.

Li Jingshen went to the cold room again tonight, guarding Shen Zhichu in the crystal coffin. The temperature in the room was minus 20 degrees Celsius. If he continued like this, he would follow Shen Zhichu to death sooner or later.

Zhao Qian sighed, knowing that persuasion was useless, so he just watched coldly and let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't commit suicide.

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Before dawn the next day, Zhao Qian was worrying about how to get Li Jingshen out of the way, but then problems arose at the company.

The private mines that were transferred from Nanshui Island to J City were robbed. Those mines were extremely important and were the cornerstone for Li Jingshen to gain a foothold in J City. However, due to a momentary negligence, someone took advantage of them and the mines were gone in an instant.

Anyone who has such information and influence in J City knows who did it without even thinking about it.

Zhao Qian sent someone to investigate and found that it was indeed related to Lu Tingchuan.

However, the news of the private mine on Nanshui Island has never leaked. How did Lu Tingchuan know about it?

Zhao Qian suddenly recalled an incident in the past. Once, when he and Li Jingshen were having a private conversation about the Nanshui Island Mine, Shen Zhichu was in the rest area behind him.

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment. What he feared was really what came true.

The investigation into Shen Zhichu's death also revealed that she did not die in an accident, but was murdered. She conspired with others to kill herself.

Zhao Qian sorted out the information he had found and went to the cold room. As soon as he entered, he shuddered at the oncoming cold air.

He suppressed his chill and handed the document to Li Jingshen: "Mr. Li, this is information about the wife's death..."

Li Jingshen's whole body seemed to be frozen stiff by the cold air. He slowly turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at the information Zhao Qian handed to him.

He paused for a long time, like a broken machine, and took it slowly, his fingers trembling, perhaps because the temperature was too cold.

He flipped through the pages one by one: "You said Shen Zhichu committed suicide?"

Zhao Qian nodded and replied, "Mr. Li, do you still remember what your wife said to you on the phone? Also, I investigated Lu Tingchuan. The fire in the villa was related to him. His method was too clean, so it is difficult to obtain evidence. Why don't you go and interview him yourself? After all, he is your..." The voice stopped abruptly, and Li Jingshen understood what he said next without him saying anything.

The murderous aura emanating from Li Jingshen was even more creepy than cold air.

Zhao Qian flipped through the information and changed the subject: "The mines under Nanshui Island were also robbed by the Li family. The Li family is now suppressing our group. In addition, Xia Mingyue is about to go abroad and I have someone intercept her."

Li Jingshen didn't react at all when he heard that the mines were passive, as if the loss was not billions but a few cents that was insignificant.

However, he had a clear reaction when he heard the three words "Xia Mingyue", with a cold light flashing in his sinister eyes.

“Close the basement.” Li Jingshen threw the information in his hand aside, then continued to sit next to the crystal coffin and reached out to cover Shen Zhichu’s hand.

The temperature is too cold and I can’t warm my hands.

Zhao Qian hummed, lowered his head to organize the documents, and before leaving, he took it all in with a complicated look.

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Li Jingshen stayed in there for the whole morning. In the low temperature, his body was numb from the cold, and his face was as cold as death.

When Li Jingshen received a call from the Li family, he had just left the room. His fingers were so frozen that he could hardly hold the phone.

Zhao Qian was worried. If he wanted Shen Xiuli and the others to take Shen Zhichu away smoothly, he had to get rid of Li Jingshen first, otherwise he would stay here and couldn't take Shen Zhichu away even if he wanted to.

The Public Security Bureau called again, and Zhao Qian could only say to wait a little longer. Li Jingshen would not be able to bear it sooner or later. When he fell ill and was hospitalized, that would be the best time to take away Shen Zhichu's body.

However, there is no need to wait until Li Jingshen falls ill.

Zhao Qian saw him holding his coat, as if he was about to go out, so he chased after him and asked, "Mr. Li, where are you going?"

Li Jingshen's fingertips trembled slightly. He did not reply, but asked Zhao Qian to stay here.

"Take good care of Shen Zhichu. I'll be back soon."

——"Ah Shen."

He took two steps and suddenly turned his head to look at the cold room. Half of Shen Zhichu's face in the crystal coffin was as peaceful as before.

She was still there waiting for him, and he could see her as soon as he turned around.

Zhao Qian was worried that Li Jingshen couldn't drive in this condition, so he quickly arranged for a driver to come over.

Li Jingshen did not try to show off. His body had already exceeded its limit in this week. Now his whole body was like wind and sand, and the slightest wind would scatter his soul.

After Zhao Qian watched Li Jingshen leave, he secretly contacted the driver to ask where Li Jingshen had gone and asked him to report the situation to him.

The driver didn't think much about it. Zhao Qian was Li Jingshen's assistant and had been with Li Jingshen for almost ten years. It was normal for him to want to know about the itinerary.

Zhao Qian waited for ten minutes and learned from the navigation sent by the driver that Li Jingshen went to the Li family's old house.

Is it that Mr. Li wants to see him, or is it because of Lu Tingchuan?

But no matter what the situation was, Li Jingshen was tripped and couldn't come back for a while.

Zhao Qian immediately contacted the Public Security Bureau and asked them to come and take away Shen Zhichu's body. He also asked them to hurry up and have Shen Xiuli and others sign the death certificate and to place Shen Zhichu as soon as possible.

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Qin Mo and Shen Xiuli took the initiative to call the Public Security Bureau in the morning, but the other party still asked them to wait and await further notification.

I thought I would have to wait a long time, but I didn't expect to receive a call from the Public Security Bureau at 11 o'clock in the morning asking them to go and complete the procedures to sign the death certificate as soon as possible.

When Shen Xiuli heard that they were going to claim Shen Zhichu's body, he suddenly froze. He was like a wooden man, needing someone to lead his every move.

He had clearly come to J City just to see Shen Zhichu, but when the moment came to see her, he backed off and didn't dare to go.

The two went to the Public Security Bureau. Qin Mo stood aside and watched Shen Xiuli with red eyes, holding the pen in his left hand and signing with difficulty.

This was the first time he found it so painful and difficult to write the name he had been writing since he was a child, as if a knife was being placed on his neck again.

Staring at the forms on the table with blurred vision, Shen Xiuli cried quietly. The small room was shrouded in a thick sadness, which became more and more depressing.

Tears fell directly from her red eyes and stained the name she had just signed.

The staff member beside him reminded him sternly, "The handwriting is blurred. I'll get another copy for you to sign."

Shen Xiuli wiped his tears awkwardly and choked with sobs, "I'm... I'm sorry..."

Qin Mo on the side gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists at his sides to suppress the soreness in his heart.

After the staff brought a new form, this time Shen Xiu signed the gift faster than before. After pressing their fingerprints, the staff took them to the morgue.

Shen Zhichu was still placed in the exquisite crystal coffin. The cold air inside had not yet dissipated. She lay inside, quiet as if she was asleep.

Although the burns on her body had been treated, they were the wounds of a dead person and could not heal. Now that she had left the cold room, the hideous wounds were exposed and large pieces of rotten flesh spread.

Qin Mo closed his eyes and sobbed silently. Shen Zhichu, such a good Shen Zhichu left this world in the most painful way.

He couldn't imagine how Shen Zhichu, who had once been afraid to even undergo chemotherapy, had survived those two hours in the fire.

He really wasn't a good enough friend to save her life.

He used to say that Shen Zhichu was like the sun, who didn't need anyone else and could shine and clear away the haze in the world all by herself. But in the end, he discovered that she was just a speck of dust in the universe, so fragile that she would disappear with a gust of wind.

Shen Zhichu is always optimistic and hopeful no matter what happens, but why does hope never favor her?

Such a good person, Chen Zhichu, was eventually swallowed up by the fire on Christmas Day when he was 27 years old.

What was the significance of his hard work in research abroad over the past three years?

He wanted to save more people, to save Shen Zhichu's life, but now Shen Zhichu has become an empty shell and a lonely soul, and he can't even save the person he loves most.

Qin Mo leaned forward, holding the crystal coffin with his hands and slowly approached it, and removed the half mask on Shen Zhichu's face. What he saw was the rotten wounds and the extremely ugly death.

"Is this her?" Shen Xuli lost his voice instantly, as if his tongue had been taken away by an eagle.

In his impression, Shen Zhichu has always been glamorous and beautiful. She is proud of her flamboyant life and has a tenacious spirit that refuses to admit defeat in her bones.

But now, her body was covered with scars from the fire, her bones were exposed, and she looked tattered and fragile everywhere, while half of her beautiful face was corroded.

She was very thin, the kind of thinness he could not imagine. He had not seen her for more than a year, and she had become so thin, as if only a skeleton was left and her internal organs had disappeared.

Shen Zhichu, who always loved beauty, is no longer good-looking.

Shen Xiuli stood there, his mind suddenly filled with fragments of memories, and various images of Shen Zhichu flashed before his eyes.

There was the little Shen Zhichu stumbling towards him with his short legs, Shen Zhichu holding a pacifier and reaching out to be held by him, she crying breathlessly, and Shen Zhichu who had grown up in an instant with a mature and stubborn look in his eyes.

They were all alive, and shouldn't be lying in this narrow coffin with Shen Zhichu, whose skin and flesh were burned by fire and looked dead.

He also watched Shen Zhichu grow up, knew everything about Shen Zhichu, and knew that she was afraid of suffering and pain.

She would wrinkle her nose when taking medicine, and when she was a child, she would cry loudly even if she fell down without even a break, hoping to attract attention and have someone hold her and comfort her, but all she got was cold stares.

She learned from childhood that she should stand up from where she fell.

Gradually, Chen Zhichu no longer had any expectations of anyone. When he encountered something unpleasant, he would hide in the toilet and cry when he couldn't help it.

Later someone asked her why she was hiding in the bathroom crying.

She said, "They said on TV that the only places to cry are in the bathroom and in your dad's arms."

Her father didn't like her, so she could only hide in the bathroom, and occasionally she would show a little hope when she saw her father hugging her brother.

Children who cry get candy, but after that, Shen Zhichu rarely cried in front of her family. She was as stubborn as a rock. She was easy to coax and really only needed a piece of candy, but no one gave her a candy.

During the time when she was growing up quietly, she not only learned to be strong, but also learned how to treat others sincerely.

But what she didn't expect was that she would admit her mistake to the big brother who carried her home, and pay Li Jingshen for her whole life's good mistakes.

You see, a string of candied haws can win someone’s heart, but now they have used up all their strength and can’t hold on any more…