Chapter 721 Another day of thinking about the title

He withdrew his hand that wanted to touch the woman, and asked the driver to help him go to the bathroom. He washed his hands and face carefully, and then asked the driver to take out a clean piece of clothes from the closet to change into.

After he had tidied himself up, he sat down beside the bed, touching Shen Qing's cold hand and grabbing her pulseless wrist.

A pair of beautiful hands on normal days, now the fingertips are swollen due to blisters, and when you touch the palms, they are full of uneven potholes.

He touched Shen Qing's hand, and suddenly his eyes became hot, and a tear fell directly on the back of Shen Qing's hand.

Strange, why is he crying?

Why was he crying? Shen Qing was just asleep. It’s not like she couldn’t wake up, and it’s not like she was dead.

Lu Tingchuan took a deep breath, gently put down Shen Qing's hand, then raised his hand to stroke her head. As usual, he said in the most gentle voice: "How many times have I told you, remember to blow-dry your hair after washing it? If you go to sleep without blowing it, you will have a headache when you wake up. Get up and I will blow-dry your hair for you."

The person on the bed did not respond to him as usual.

Lu Tingchuan's temperament had long been honed by Shen Qing. Even if this person ignored him, he would not get angry. He asked the driver to get him a hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet.

After plugging the cord into the socket on the bedside, he turned on the switch and adjusted it to low heat to blow Shen Qing's hair.

Shen Qing was afraid of noise, so he always set the blow-drying machine to low setting when blowing her hair, and kept a distance from her for fear that the wind would burn her.

Her black hair was thick and long, and it took more than twenty minutes to blow it. Fortunately, Lu Tingchuan was already used to it.

He carefully picked her up, held the back of her head and placed it on his thigh. He gently inserted his five fingers into her hair and blew it slowly with the hair dryer, this time for an extra long time.

He glanced at the driver who was still watching: "Get out, you are not needed here anymore."

"Okay..." The driver walked out of the bedroom, looking back every three steps.

"Close the door."

The door closed with a bang, and the only sound in the room was the hair dryer.

Lu Tingchuan was distracted when he was talking to the driver, and the hair dryer was almost touching Shen Qing's forehead. He felt his fingertips getting hot before he reacted. He quickly dropped the hair dryer, hugged Shen Qing and gently blew on her forehead.

"Does it hurt? You're burned, why don't you make a sound?"

How he wished he could hear Shen Qing open his mouth and shout "It hurts".

Her hair had been blow-dried, and Lu Tingchuan even combed it for her.

He wanted to talk to Shen Qing, but he didn't know what to say. In his heart, he knew that no matter how much he said, Shen Qing would no longer respond to him.

He held her and his body began to tremble again, tears streaming down his face. He opened his mouth to roar and cry, but he found that when people are extremely sad, they become silent.

He cried silently, not understanding why things turned out like this. Shen Qing's body was too cold. She wanted to cover her with a quilt, but there was no quilt on the bed.

Lu Tingchuan recalled what Aunt Lin had said on the phone: Shen Qing had suffocated herself to death in a bathtub filled with water, hugging a damp blanket...

The quilt was not on the bed, but in the bathtub in the bathroom.

Lu Tingchuan crawled into the bathroom on his knees. The bathroom had not been cleaned up yet, so the scene of the incident was preserved.

He crawled in and saw the bedding on the floor and the murky water in the bathtub with floating objects like scraps of paper.

Lu Tingchuan walked over and put his hand into the bathtub. There were words on some of the papers. He fished the mottled paper scraps out of the water, twisted them together on the floor tiles, and pieced together a few paragraphs from the tiny words.

"Shen Qing likes Mr. Lu, Shen Qing wants to marry Mr. Lu, Shen Qing is waiting for Mr. Lu at home, Mr. Lu doesn't like Shen Qing, Mr. Lu doesn't want Shen Qing, Shen Qing won't wait for Mr. Lu anymore."

"I wanted to love someone forever, but when I looked back, I realized that life was so short. I don't want to love anymore... I don't dare to love anymore..."

He saw a worn-out suitcase lying on the side. It was the suitcase that Shen Qing had kept all along. It was empty inside. Only Shen Qing, who was sober, would know where this suitcase was.

So Shen Qing is no longer a fool.

Fools really don't want to be crippled.

When did Shen Qing stop being stupid?

Lu Tingchuan didn't know that only a silly Shen Qing would have eyes only for him, and only a silly Shen Qing would stay by his side and follow behind him obediently.

So when did Shen Qing stop being stupid?

She stopped calling him "A Ming" just two months ago... Why did he only realize it now?

After unraveling everything, Lu Tingchuan finally reacted and understood everything.

It turns out that Shen Qing was no longer a fool from so early on. She had been pretending to be by his side, and even wanted to leave when she was pregnant. She had been waiting for this moment.

He originally thought that if one day she woke up and wanted to leave, then the child might be the only thing that could keep her in this world.

But Shen Qing didn't want a child from the beginning. If she didn't want one, it meant she gave up everything.

Lu Tingchuan's brain was suddenly filled with all kinds of images, as if it was about to explode.

Shen Qing loved him, loved him very much. She thought about waiting for him to come home and loving him for the rest of her life, but he made her dare not love him again.

Lu Tingchuan returned to the bedroom and held Shen Qing in his arms with all his strength, repeating the same thing over and over again.

"Shen Qing, I love you. Shen Qing, I want to marry you. Shen Qing, I'm going home. I will never abandon you again. Please open your eyes and look at me... Ah Qing, I won't let you wait any longer..."

Her sudden departure was like a gust of wind, and he had no idea how much sadness she had endured during this time.

When Shen Qing loved him the most, Lu Tingchuan wasted his time. When it was most likely that he would grow old with her, he cruelly abandoned her again and again. Now, no matter how loudly he cries or how hard he begs, he cannot get what he wants.

It feels like a thousand arrows are piercing your heart, and your heart is dead.

And Shen Qing stayed by his side for four years in this kind of pain...

A twenty-two-year-old should be looking at the mountains, rivers and seas, feeling the afterglow of the sunset, instead of dying in the bathtub like this.

Lu Tingchuan hugged Shen Qing's cold body. There was no quilt. He turned on the hair dryer and blew hot air at Shen Qing's body, trying to warm up the cold body.

It can blow heat briefly, but it is cold inside and will remain cold no matter how hard you blow.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon... Do you really not want the children? Shen Qing... How could you be so cruel to abandon two children!" Lu Tingchuan roared, he grabbed Shen Qing's shoulders, his eyes red as blood.

What should he do? What should he do if Shen Qing dies?

Why... He went to the Li family, to the Li family, knelt down, and begged people to save her. He did so much, experienced so much, and begged for so long. He finally ignited hope, but now it was all in vain. He had nothing left.