Chapter 307 Li Jingshen Vomits Blood

Lu Tingchuan pinched his cold earlobe. It must be painful to have your earlobe torn apart by someone, right?

Nine years ago, Shen Zhichu jumped into the water to save someone without hesitation. She probably never imagined that she would be harmed by the person she saved, her family would be destroyed, her body would be covered with bruises, and in the end she could only sit in a wheelchair and watch the fire burn her.

What a silly girl! She was obviously afraid of the cold, yet she still went into the water to save people in the middle of winter.

Her fate was full of misfortunes, but she never lost her kindness. She was kind to others, but God was never kind to her.

If mistaking someone for someone else is a crime, she is not guilty of the crime punishable by death.

Mr. Dongguo and the wolf, the farmer and the snake, such stories are vividly portrayed in Shen Zhichu and Li Jingshen.

Li Jingshen doesn't deserve to die. He only deserves to live in pain. His death will only dirty Shen Zhichu's reincarnation path.

Lu Tingchuan had tortured many people for fun in his life, but he didn't expect that the first good thing he did was to kill a woman.

At first, Shen Zhichu wanted to live more than anyone else, but later she lived a life worse than death. She cut her wrists, jumped off a building, and had a car accident. She was a "frequent visitor" to the hospital and had received critical illness notices no less than ten times. She once begged him to kill her.

Shen Zhichu had suffered countless pains, and this last kind of pain was called liberation.

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Li Jingshen knelt on the ground with blood in his mouth. He didn't know when Lu Tingchuan left. He knelt on the ground, covering his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other. His palms were hot and wet, and he stared blankly at his right hand stained with blood.

It turns out that stomachache is so unbearable, like being entangled by thorns, with sharp thorns piercing from inside and outside, making the stomach twitch as if it is about to burst.

Shen Zhichu was afraid of pain, yet he had been tormented by it for three or four years. Why didn't he believe she had stomach cancer when he saw her vomiting blood? She was clearly in so much pain, so why did he think she was faking it?

Li Jingshen covered his stomach, his body shaking with pain. He was very pain-tolerant and could grit his teeth and remain silent no matter how much pain it was. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he opened his mouth and vomited again.

His stomach was cramping and he vomited out either blood or acid. His throat was burning and sore. His eyes were red and sticky blood formed small red pools on the ground, and a fishy smell hit him in the face.

Li Jingshen grinned crazily, "So stomachache is so uncomfortable... So vomiting blood really feels like losing half your life... So this is how Shen Zhichu has been going through all these years..."

Li Jingshen felt as if his stomach was being cut into pieces, and every time he spat out blood, his throat tasted bitter, as if crushed Chinese medicine was stuck in his throat, which he could neither swallow nor spit out.

"Shen Zhichu is so afraid of hardship, how did she survive?"

He suddenly remembered what Shen Zhichu had said to her.

——"Li Jingshen, I'm such a person who is afraid of pain, yet I still dare to love you. And how do you treat me?"

Yes, how did he treat her? Li Jingshen covered his sore eyes and cried until he was choked and out of breath.

During those years, he drank and socialized and came home very late. Shen Zhichu was worried that he would get stomach problems, so he would make sobering soup for him and bring him hot milk to warm him from the inside out.

And how did he treat Shen Zhichu? When Shen Zhichu carefully brought him hot water and begged him to drink it, he would splash it in her face because he didn't like it.

He knew she was afraid of pain, but he had beaten her, slapped her, made her kneel in broken glass until her knees were bleeding, and even forced her on the bed to vent his anger.

But Shen Zhichu never complained. She was afraid of pain and was used to enduring it. She dragged her defeated body and treated him well the next day.

He missed Shen Zhichu more than ever before. He wanted to go back to find her and stay with her... He wanted to be nice to Shen Zhichu in the future.

Li Jingshen staggered to his feet, opened the door and bumped into the old butler head-on. The old butler was shocked to see him covered in blood.

"Master, what happened to you? How did you become like this? I'll go call a doctor for you, wait a minute..."

Li Jingshen seemed not to hear, and staggered forward holding on to the wall. His vision was blurred, and occasionally he felt that the world was plunged into darkness, with only a ray of light in front of him, and Shen Zhichu stood at the end of the light and reached out to him.

He walked over and tried to catch the light, but he couldn't.

"I want Chen Zhichu, I want her. I haven't taken her to see the snow this winter. I want to go back to braid her hair and give her the newly knitted scarf. Do you know where she went?" Li Jingshen's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly grabbed the old housekeeper's hand and asked anxiously.

"Can you tell me where Shen Zhichu went? I want to go find her. She doesn't want me anymore. I can't find her..."

It's all your fault. You only remember people after you lose them. You deserve it.

The stomachache had gradually subsided, but he had been staying in a cold room for the past few days, and his body had caught a cold. Now this shock had dealt a heavy blow, and he was now dizzy, as if he were in a world of ice and fire.

He pursed his dry lips. The old butler wanted to help him but was pushed aside by him. He covered his stomach, slightly bent his upper body and moved forward step by step.

The old butler stared at Li Jingshen's shaking body from behind, his face showing worry without any hesitation. He hurried to find Mr. Li and told him about Li Jingshen's condition.

"Master, I'm worried about the young master..."

Old Master Li said in a deep voice, "There's nothing to worry about. He's just crazy, he can't die. I'll let Zhao Qian give him a good stimulus, and he'll be fine."

The old housekeeper sighed inwardly: I hope so, but Li Jingshen doesn't look like he's okay, he vomited so much blood.

Li Jingshen walked out without taking his coat, only wearing a sweater on the outside, but he didn't feel cold at all, because his heart was much colder than the outside.

The driver saw him come out, got out and opened the back door, "Mr. Li, are you okay?"

"Go back, I want to go back to see Shen Zhichu." Li Jingshen kept muttering this sentence.

The driver helped him into the car, closed the door quietly, and drove steadily. It was almost four o'clock when they returned.

Zhao Qian frowned when he saw the car driving back through the floor-to-ceiling window. It was earlier than he thought, but it had been a few hours. Shen Xiuli and the others should have already placed Shen Zhichu's body, right?

Li Jingshen got out of the car and refused the driver's help, staggering into the house.

"Mr. Li..." Zhao Qian spoke, but Li Jingshen didn't even look at him and ran straight towards the cold room, bringing with him a gust of cold wind.

"Chen Zhichu, I'm back..." Li Jingshen fell silent abruptly. He thought that when he came back he would see Shen Zhichu lying in the crystal coffin as usual, but the huge ice room was empty. There was no crystal coffin and no Shen Zhichu. Fear had nowhere to hide and penetrated his body. He leaned against the cold wall.

For a moment he thought he had walked into the wrong room. Otherwise, how could the coffin and the person inside have disappeared?

Zhao Qian stood behind him and said, "Boss Li, while you were away, someone from the Public Security Bureau came and carried your wife away."

Li Jingshen turned around and grabbed Zhao Qian's collar, tightly clenching it and shouting, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? Why did you let someone take her away? Why!"