Chapter 720 I can’t think of a title

"Mr. Lu, Miss Shen, Miss Shen is dead. She was drowned..."

"Boom--" The tinnitus suddenly sounded, and his brain went blank. For a long time... a long time... Lu Tingchuan did not react. He seemed to be trapped in a hallucination. No matter how hard he tried or how much he hurt himself, he could not wake up.

Lu Tingchuan felt uncomfortable and stuffy in his hands. He lowered his eyes and looked down. The milk tea in his hand was directly crushed by him and splashed all over him. At this moment, his hands were shaking violently.

He opened his mouth and uttered with great difficulty: "What did you say?"

"Mr. Lu, Miss Chen is dead, please come back soon..." The voice was intermittent, and Aunt Lin, who called him, was anxious in her voice, and the rest of the sound was choked with sobs.

"How could it be? The water in the garden pond has been drained, and with you watching, how could she have drowned? Tell me, what happened to her? Did you lie to me? Just coax her more, she has the mind of a child now. If she cries, give her candy and tell her that Ming will be back soon. Sing to her, hug her, and I'm on my way back now. I bought her her favorite milk tea..." Lu Tingchuan's voice gradually broke down. He felt that Aunt Lin was lying to him, but a voice in his subconscious told him that Shen Qing was really dead...

They would not joke with him about Shen Qing's life, but he was unwilling to admit it. The moment he thought about it, his heart suddenly ached and he felt like dying.

"Miss Shen was suffocated in a bathtub filled with water while hugging a damp blanket..."

Lu Tingchuan opened his mouth to refute something, but he spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood dripped onto his hands, making his nails look gray and white. He couldn't close his mouth and couldn't control the sobs in his throat. Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his lips red.

There was a strong smell of blood in the carriage. Lu Tingchuan was shaking violently, his upper body went limp, and he fell forward from the seat.

The driver was sitting in the driving seat and had already started the car and was about to drive away, but he immediately stopped when he saw Lu Tingchuan's move. Looking back, he saw that Lu Tingchuan, who had been fine just now, was now covered in blood.

His pupils kept shrinking because of fear, and his whole body was like being struck by lightning. He fell down, still tightly guarding the half cup of milk tea in his arms.

"Mr. Lu!"

Lu Tingchuan could not hear anything. He seemed to have lost consciousness and was isolated from the world. In his world, his life, heartbeat, and breathing had all stopped. He could feel time passing, but he could not feel his life flowing. He seemed to be dead, unaware of the cold or warmth.

The driver got out of the car and helped Lu Tingchuan onto his seat. He couldn't hear the voice on the phone, but he heard what Lu Tingchuan had just said, something like, Miss Shen was drowned.

How could it be? Before they left, Shen Qing stood at the door and foolishly saw them off. How could such a young person die? Shen Qing was only 22 years old this year.

Twenty-two years old, the prime of life, the most beautiful age for women, how could she die?

Lu Tingchuan grabbed the driver's hand. Blood was still flowing out of his throat. He tried his best to suppress it, but was choked by the blood in his mouth. He frowned in pain, his eyes bloodshot.

"Drive, go back, I want to go back... Drive faster, I want to go back to see Shen Qing, if I don't go back, the milk tea will be cold..."

The milk tea was at room temperature, so there was no question of whether it was cold or not. However, Lu Tingchuan only felt the chill seeping from his heart continuously flowing through his blood to his palms. The milk tea in his hand, which was only half a cup left, was as cold as ice.

"Go back, I want to go home, please drive faster, faster, please..." When Lu Tingchuan said the word "please", his mind was unclear and he didn't even know who he was saying "please" to. His mind was full of wanting to go home quickly so that he could see his Ah Qing when he got home.

"Mr. Lu, please sit tight."

"Okay..." Lu Tingchuan's voice trembled as he leaned back in his chair. "I'll sit tight and won't fall again."

After seeing that he was seated firmly, the driver immediately returned to the driving seat. This time he drove very fast. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam, and he ran through red lights all the way to the north city.

Lu Tingchuan wiped the blood off his face. His eyes were dull, as if he was in a hallucination. He wiped the blood off his body bit by bit. There was also some blood on the milk tea. His palms were dirty, and the more he wiped, the dirtier they became. He had to use his sleeves to wipe them clean.

When they arrived home, Lu Tingchuan went to open the car door before it stopped. He tried to walk out with his legs limp, but his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. All his attention was on the milk tea in his hand. He tried his best to protect it, but he failed to protect himself. He fell directly on his face, which rubbed a large red patch of skin and injured the corner of his mouth.

Holding the milk tea in his left hand, he supported himself with his right hand and crawled forward bit by bit. The driver got out of the car and helped him up. Lu Tingchuan almost dragged his feet on the ground. If the driver hadn't supported him, he would definitely fall to the ground again.

Standing at the door were the housekeeper, the servant, the cook, and Aunt Lin... At a glance, there were nine people. Lu Tingchuan rarely paid attention to their faces, but today he found that everyone's face looked bad. Either their face was pale, or their eyes were red, and there were still traces of tears on their faces.

Why are you crying? You're like a dead person.

Shen Qing would not die. She must be waiting for him at home, sleeping in bed, or singing with her two children.

How could she die when she was so afraid of pain? The way Aunt Lin described dying was something no one could endure. It would be quicker than cutting her wrists with a knife.

Moreover, why did Shen Qing commit suicide? Even if she recovered her memory, she still had two children... She loved children so much, so why didn't she want them?

"Where's Shen Qing?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and only the housekeeper said in a hoarse voice: "In the bedroom upstairs."

"Go upstairs."

There was an elevator available. Lu Tingchuan's knees hurt more with every step he took. After finally getting up, he looked at the person lying on the bed.

He chuckled softly, his throat hoarse as he spoke, "I told you they were lying to me. Look, isn't Ah Qing fine? She's just taking a nap, but she slept a little longer today. It's okay, I'll be here with her. When she wakes up, I'll give her the milk tea I bought. She likes sweet things the most, but she can't drink too much. Milk tea has 50% sugar, and eating too much sweet food can cause cavities."

He talked to himself, as if he was talking to the driver, but also as if he was talking to himself.

The driver looked at Lu Tingchuan and felt that the man in front of him was crazy.

The crazy Lu Tingchuan used the strength of the driver's hand to slowly walk towards the bed. He carefully placed the half cup of milk tea in his hand on the bedside table. He wanted to sit on the edge of the bed, but realized that he was too dirty.

Lu Tingchuan looked at Shen Qing deeply. She closed her eyes, her face was pale, a layer of white skin appeared on her lips, and her hair was still wet and scattered on the bed like seaweed.