Chapter 678 Lu Tingchuan Likes Shen Qing

At this moment, Shen Qing looked at Lu Tingchuan with only indifference and impatience.

Being stared at by her like this, Lu Tingchuan often doubted whether the woman who had eyes full of him, with a look of longing and tenderness, and who revolved around him, really existed.

Lu Tingchuan didn't want to see Shen Qing's look.

He felt that he had done well enough. What he did at the beginning was quite shameless and disrespectful to Shen Qing, but he did not see clearly in his own heart at that time. He was too arrogant to forget that some people and things needed to be lowered to be seen clearly.

Now he is reflecting and admitting his mistakes. He gave up inheriting the Li family's property for Shen Qing and completely offended Old Man Li. Now he doesn't know how many people are secretly mocking and ridiculing him, thinking about how to deal with him.

Lu Tingchuan couldn't understand it. He had done so much for Shen Qing, and wanted to be with him wholeheartedly and begged for her forgiveness, so why did she still hate him so much?

This murderer had the opportunity to go to court and be tried, but Shen Qing beat him to death with a stick.

Lu Tingchuan really wanted to cover Shen Qing's eyes with his hands, as if that way he would not be able to feel her hatred.

Lu Tingchuan stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips touched the scar on Shen Qing's right cheek, he flinched and said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Qing, can we not talk about death? I've done a lot of wrong things. You can retaliate against me however you want, you can hit me, you can scold me, but please don't ignore me, don't leave me, I just want you to be well."

The person who hurt her the most now wants her to be well. How ridiculous.

Shen Qing smiled. The intact left half of her face was still perfect and beautiful, which only made the scar on her right face look even more hideous.

"Lu Tingchuan, are you in love with me?"

Shen Qing has never been able to understand Lu Tingchuan clearly. His emotions rarely show on his face. He always gives people the impression of being cynical and cold-hearted, so it is hard to imagine that he likes someone so passionately.

Could someone like Lu Tingchuan like someone? Did he understand the feeling of liking someone?

At this moment, Shen Qing actually saw a hint of desire in Lu Tingchuan's indifferent eyes.

"What if it is?" Lu Tingchuan took a breath. "Shen Qing, I remember you were the one who liked me first? I like you now, can you give me a chance?"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

Did you hear that? Lu Tingchuan actually said he liked her? The man who used her as a body double, beat her, forced her to film humiliating videos, used her as a tool for sexual gratification, imprisoned her, hurt those around her, and forcibly aborted her unborn child... Lu Tingchuan actually said he loved her?

Was she hallucinating? Was she dreaming? Or had Lu Tingchuan taken the wrong medicine?

"Opportunity?" Shen Qing raised her hand and touched the scar on her right cheek, her eyes dark. "Aren't the chances I've given you enough? Lu Tingchuan, you like me now, what the hell were you doing before! Look at this scar on my face, take a good look! Why do you like me? What were you doing before!" The more Shen Qing spoke, the more excited she became, and she almost roared at the top of her throat. When she yelled at Lu Tingchuan, she felt blood coming out of her chest, and her throat was filled with the smell of blood.

Lu Tingchuan is obsessed with looks. He likes all beautiful things. He tortured Shen Zhichu so much in the past, leaving hundreds of wounds all over his body, but he didn't touch Shen Zhichu's face. This is enough to show how obsessed he is with looks.

Lu Tingchuan's breathing trembled. Shen Qing not only had a scar on his face, but also one on his stomach.

He wanted to touch her, but every time he saw the scars on her face and stomach, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The scar on her face reminded him how much Shen Qing hated him now, and the scar on her stomach reminded him of what he had done to Shen Qing with his cruelty.

As time goes by, the scars on his body will fade, and maybe the hatred will return. He has a lifetime to slowly adjust, so this moment won't make any difference.

Lu Tingchuan turned over and got out of bed and lay down on the sofa.

Shen Qingping lay on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

She touched the scar on her right cheek and quietly reached into the quilt and placed it on her abdomen. The scar there had healed, but it still felt painful to touch.

Shen Qing frowned fragilely as she looked at Lu Tingchuan who was sitting on the sofa not far away.

This man once gave her all the light of hope, but he blew out the flames bit by bit, and finally took out the wick, leaving only a little oil and half of his life. Shen Qing didn't have time to waste on him, nor could she continue.

Her mind was always in a sensitive state, as if she was trapped in a thorny bush. The slightest movement would get her pierced all over. She couldn't move left or right, and even breathing was a torture.

The doctor advised her to pay more attention to her emotions. She had suffered from depression before, and depression is a disease that can drive one crazy if one is not careful.

Shen Qing also tried her best to control her emotions, but every time she saw Lu Tingchuan, she felt very angry and could not control herself at all.

I looked up on the Internet how to adjust my mood. The only thing to do is to find something to do and stop thinking about it. The most recommended things on the Internet are growing flowers, playing chess, drinking tea, fishing, and reading. Shen Qing is not interested in any of these. He used to like writing, but now he doesn't know what to write when he picks up a pen and he always forgets.

It just so happened that Lu Tingchuan brought back the luggage she had left abroad these two days. Shen Qing looked at the ball of wool and started knitting a sweater.

The bag containing sweaters was placed at the head of the bed. When she couldn't sleep at night, she would knit sweaters. She knitted very quickly, but she often made mistakes. She had to take it apart and knit it again, and the yarn in her hands became shorter and shorter.

The pink ball of wool in her hand was originally intended to be knitted for the baby in her belly. She had even thought about the style and pattern, but before she even started knitting, the baby was gone.

Shen Qing couldn't forget it. Only those who had experienced the pain firsthand could not forget it. Even if he spent his whole life trying to forget it, he still couldn't.

The pain engraved in the bones is so painful that you can cry out just by thinking about it.

Shen Qing held the half-knitted sweater against her chest, and continuous pain flowed through her blood. It was a suffocating pain that could drive a person crazy, and she trembled all over with pain.

She hadn't cried since her eye problem, but now her emotions surged up without warning. Shen Qing's eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying.

She missed her baby very much...

Shen Qing curled up on the edge of the bed and started knitting again. The pink wool yarn became shorter and shorter. She knitted very seriously, just like when she was pregnant.

But at that time she had a smile on her face, but now her face was covered with tears, and tears kept falling from her red eyes onto her hands, making her hands sticky and uncomfortable, and the wool was wet.

The pattern was too complicated and her eyesight was not good, so she always made mistakes and had to go back a stitch after knitting a few stitches.

She knitted during the day and didn't allow herself to rest. The servants in the house saw that her eyes were bloodshot and tried to persuade her earnestly that knitting was harmful to her eyes and asked her to have a good rest.

But she didn't want to rest. She wanted to finish knitting a sweater for her baby as soon as possible. Her baby was only six months old. It would be so cold if he was naked without any clothes.