Chapter 609: Things that are given away cannot be taken back

Lu Tingchuan didn't look back when he left, and Shen Qing stared at his back.

"Lu Tingchuan, can you please look back at me? I'm about to leave. I really... I really won't be coming back."

It's not like she can't live without him. Her life is just one person less, which is no big deal. Besides, he has always been mean to her.

Perhaps, leaving him is the best option.

Shen Qing tried to persuade herself to let go of that person, but the pain in her heart told her that she couldn't let go of that person.

If it were someone else, they might just walk away from the dishes left on the table, but only Shen Qing would take them into the kitchen one by one, wash them, disinfect them, and put them back into the dishwashing cabinet.

After doing all this, she also washed the clothes that Lu Tingchuan had taken off last night and mopped the house inside and out.

It was already past noon when she finished all these, but she didn't feel hungry at all. She packed her luggage and took away what she had brought with her when she came. She didn't want anything Lu Tingchuan gave her.

The old suitcase looked so pitiful. There were not many clothes in it, only books and a few notebooks.

She picked up the suitcase and placed it at the bedroom door, then took out a red skirt from the closet and took off her white dress. She wanted to put it down directly, but she couldn't help but pick it up and look at it.

Few people in life are kind to her. She is a cowardly person, and she is afraid of being killed by the sweetness when someone gives her a piece of candy.

As expected, there is no such thing as a free lunch. What is not yours will never be yours. How can someone who loves you bear to see you sad?

Tears fell again, and Shen Qing wiped them away.

To Lu Tingchuan, she was not even a substitute.

What is it? Probably a commodity to be exchanged at random.

Shen Qing looked back on the past and felt that her life was small and pitiful. She was like an ant in an ant pile, following the routine every day and doing nothing. She could be crushed to death with just one finger.

If only she hadn’t met Lu Tingchuan, she would still be a weak ant, but she would be free.

Shen Qing changed into a red dress and sat blankly on the edge of the bed. As the sky gradually darkened, she got up and went to the dressing room. She stared at Shen Zhichu's photo and put on makeup. She carefully used the eyeliner to outline the ends of her eyes and used the lipstick to apply to her lips.

After putting on makeup, she really looked more like Shen Zhichu. She stared at herself in the mirror and for a moment she couldn't even tell who she was.

Shen Qing tried hard to raise the corners of her lips, and a sentence that Lu Tingchuan often said to her emerged in her mind.

"You have to smile like this to be like her."

Some people like you to smile just to make you happy, while some people want you to smile simply to seek other shadows in you.

Shen Qing is the second kind of pathetic person.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the driver arranged by Lu Tingchuan arrived on time. Shen Qing walked downstairs in high heels, with a timely smile on her face, looking so "bright and confident"

She is beautiful at this moment, but this is not her.

"Ms. Shen, please get in the car." The driver stopped and looked at her for a while, and only came to his senses when she approached, and then respectfully opened the car door.

Shen Qing leaned forward to get in. The driver closed the door and sat in the driver's seat. He started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out slowly. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was very different today, like a different person. She had a smile on her face, but she seemed to be crying. The sadness emanating from her filled the entire car with a depressing feeling. The driver opened the window, but at night the residual heat from the day had not yet dissipated, and it was a bit stuffy.

The light from the street lamps extended one by one, clearly illuminating the road in the dark, but Shen Qing stared outside and could not see any light.

"Ms. Chen, do you have any message for Mr. Lu? I can pass it on." The driver knew what had happened and that they might not meet again after this trip.

Shen Qing's bright eyes had now turned dark. As the night wind blew, she softly uttered, "Things you give away will never come back."

Her voice was so soft and faint, mixed with the sound of the wind and then dissipated. The driver couldn't hear it clearly. "What?"

"Please tell him that I will never come back after I leave."

Maybe Lu Tingchuan didn't care at all whether she could go back or not.

But what if... what if Lu Tingchuan suddenly remembers her kindness because he's not used to it?

Shen Qing was like a soulless doll, mechanically moving her lips and repeating the same sentence: "I won't go back. Things that are given away can't be returned."

It would take some time to get to the hotel, so Shen Qing took out his mobile phone and searched for the name "Chen Zhichu" for the first time.

Just a few dozen words record this woman's life.

The eldest daughter of the Shen family inherited the Shen family at the age of 18 and became the richest woman in Rongcheng. At the age of 23, the Shen family fell into poverty and there was no longer a Shen family in Rongcheng. At the age of 27, Shen Zhichu died accidentally in a fire. She had donated to many orphanages and done various charities.

Zhichu Island is an amusement park built in her name by her ex-husband.

She is such a kind person, but God did not treat her well.

In the photo, Shen Zhichu was wearing a red dress. She was young, with a mature, confident and bold smile on her face. Just one photo was enough to amaze many people.

It turns out that she is a stand-in for such a person.

How can a stand-in compare to the real person? After checking, it is nothing but self-humiliation.

Shen Zhichu is so outstanding, no wonder so many people like her, it's her, she also likes Shen Zhichu.

But everyone likes Shen Zhichu, so who likes Shen Qing?

When they arrived at the International Hotel, the driver gave the room card to Shen Qing and let her go in by herself.

Shen Qing took it stiffly. She didn't even know how she got in. After she got in, the front desk clerk looked at the room card in her hand and took her upstairs.

She was alive, but her eyes seemed blind, her feet were stepping on darkness, and her whole body seemed to be swallowed up by something.

The waiter's attitude was quite respectful. Although Shen Qing had only recently entered the acting industry, he had also learned how to express praise through eye contact, and he did not miss the flash of contempt in the waiter's eyes.

With that look, it wasn't hard to guess what kind of person she thought she was.

But it's no different. She is a substitute, a commodity, a prey that comes to her doorstep, and she sells herself with her body.

Not to mention that she looks down on herself, Shen Qing herself looks down on herself.

She pushed the door open with the room card. It was her first time entering such a high-end hotel. She seemed uneasy and awkward, like a mouse or a drop of oil splashed on a white shirt.

There was incense in the room, which smelled particularly good, similar to the scent of jasmine. After Shen Qing entered, he didn't know where to sit, so he sat on the sofa. He didn't even look at the computer, but stared at the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The room is soundproofed and you can't hear any noise from outside.

After waiting for nearly forty minutes, there was a slight movement at the door. Shen Qing felt uneasy and her back was numb. She turned her head and looked over. The door moved... and a figure appeared in front of her as it was pushed from the outside.