Chapter 94 Don’t laugh, Lu Shiman.

The crystal chandelier reflected sharp spots of light on the broken porcelain on the floor.

Lu Shiman knelt mechanically, her diamond waist chain hanging among the broken peacock blue porcelain, picking up the fragments as she did before.

Just as the fingertips were about to touch the sharp porcelain pieces, they were suddenly wrapped in the hot palm.

"Don't move." When Ji Linshen knelt on one knee, his suit pants were wrinkled on the carpet.

He traced his palm up her trembling wrist until he touched the fine line of cold sweat at her pulse.

Lu Shiman raised her eyelashes with trembling trembling, and the cold light in the exhibition hall shattered into ice chips in her pupils.

Ji Linshen saw the blood mark on her lower lip, and his Adam's apple rolled fiercely: "Are you not hurt?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Lu Shiman suddenly gasped violently, and her nails left red marks on Ji Linshen's forearm. Those broken celadon bowls from childhood overlapped in her memory.

She instinctively began to admit her mistake: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I know I was wrong."

Ji Linshen's chest felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the pain was so severe that his breathing stopped for a moment.

"Clear the area." Ji Linshen tilted his head to look at Chu Qi and ordered in a cold voice.

Chu Qi responded and quickly cleared the area.

Soon, they were the only two people left in the exhibition hall.

He helped Lu Shiman up, held her in his arms, and patted her back gently: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"It's okay, don't apologize, you don't have to apologize for anything."

Lu Shiman's body trembled slightly in his arms, and those old fears and self-blame surged like a tide, almost drowning her.

She clutched Ji Linshen's clothes tightly, as if that was her only support.

Ji Linshen held the back of her neck and pressed it into her shoulder socket, and the warm breath instantly drowned out her trembling.

His fingertips dug into her hair, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion: "Don't be afraid, it's just a small thing that was broken. It's not as important as your safety and mood."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize for something like this."

Lu Shiman's body stopped shaking, a sour feeling surged in his chest, his nose became sour, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She gently pushed Ji Linshen away, her eyes red: "Ji Linshen, I'm in trouble."

Ji Lin looked at her deeply, reached out and tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "This is not a trouble, just a small accident, it's normal, don't feel psychologically burdened, it's okay, I'm here."

Lu Shiman curled her lips, tears gathering in her eyes.

My father's fierce voice exploded in my ears: "Cry, cry, cry your mother's funeral, smile for me, or I will beat you to death."

Lu Shiman shuddered violently, and forced back her tears. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

The voice in my ear rang again: "Your smile is like crying, it's so ugly, smile happily for me."

Lu Shiman curled up her fingers and told herself that the corners of her mouth should be higher and her eyes should not be bent too exaggeratedly.

She suddenly raised her face, her smile as bright as usual, her eyes slightly curved, and the tears in her eyes sparkled with tiny lights under the crystal chandelier.

Ji Lin stared at Canyang's smiling face as usual, and felt that the smile was so dazzling that it hurt his heart. The dense pain made his breathing slow down.

Lu Shiman was still laughing.

That smile was like a wildly growing thorn that wrapped around Ji Linshen's heart, tightening little by little, with the sharp thorns piercing into the flesh, causing him to feel suffocated by the pain.

"Don't laugh." Ji Linshen's thumb pressed heavily against her trembling dimples: "Don't laugh, Lu Shiman."

The halo of the crystal chandelier shattered into stardust on Lu Shiman's eyelashes. Ji Lin held the back of her head tightly and leaned over to kiss her trembling red lips.

His palm slid down along her taut spine, touching the diamond chain at the waist of her fishtail skirt, which was trembling violently.

He bit hard and broke the corner of Lu Shiman's perfectly curved lip.

"Does it hurt?" He murmured against her bleeding lips: "Lu Shiman, I want you to remember the pain every time you fake a smile."

Lu Shiman buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her face, soaking his suit jacket and also soaking his heart bit by bit.

The person in charge of the exhibition hall stood respectfully outside. He wanted to ask about compensation but didn't dare to step forward. He could only nod and bow to Chu Qi next to him.

Seeing Lu Shiman like this, Ji Linshen had no intention of staying any longer. He picked her up by the waist and strode out of the exhibition hall.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji..."

Ji Linshen glanced at him coldly, and the rest of the words of the exhibition hall manager were instantly stuck in his throat. He shut his mouth wisely and only dared to follow Ji Linshen's leaving back with his eyes carefully.

Chu Qi took out a check from his bag and handed it to the person in charge of the exhibition hall. He had a stack of checks there. The young master gave it to him in the afternoon and asked him to deliver it to Mr. Huo. He could give him as many checks as Mr. Huo wanted and he could take the rest back.

Before I could return it to the young master, I had to pay compensation to Miss Lu first.

The exhibition hall manager respectfully took the check with both hands, took the pen from the assistant beside him, and spoke cautiously: "Hey, Assistant Chu, I...how much should I fill in?"

Chu Qi looked indifferent: "Are you asking me about such a trivial matter?"

The person in charge of the exhibition hall held the pen tightly in his hand and did not dare to fill in more, so he wrote 20 million.

After resolving this matter, Chu Qi turned and left.

The Italian calfskin seats in the back of the extended Bentley have a warm luster, and the car's fragrance exudes a refreshing aroma.

Lu Shiman curled up in Ji Lin's arms, the cold air from the air conditioner swept across the wet marks under her eyes, and condensed her eyelashes into tiny ice crystals.

She hadn't cried for many years. She used to be afraid to cry, and later she couldn't cry.

"Ji Linshen." Lu Shiman's throat was as rough as sandpaper when she spoke, and her nose rubbed against the collar of the man's neatly ironed shirt: "Do I have to pay a lot of money?"

Ji Lin's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his fingertips stroked the bony curve of her butterfly bones.

"No, you can afford to pay for it even if you smash all of them." Ji Lin's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his fingertips stroked the arc of her bony butterfly bones: "Don't have any psychological burden, it's a very small matter."

Lu Shiman rubbed his head against Ji Linshen's neck: "But, you worked so hard to make money. If you lose today, you will have worked in vain."

Ji Linshen's heart trembled when he heard this. It seemed that she always considered others, and she herself was never within her consideration.

His palms clasped her waist, and the warmth of his palms was transmitted to her through the fabric.

"Lu Shiman, you have never been a burden to anyone. You don't need to feel guilty about anything."

Lu Shiman lowered her eyes and said nothing. Ji Linshen was wrong. She was a burden no matter where she was.

Ji Linshen put his arms around her back and held her tightly in his arms.

At this moment, a hug is more powerful than words.

Lu Shiman hugged his neck and buried her face in it.

She sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "Ji Linshen, you smell so good~"

Ji Linshen paused patting her back, and he vaguely heard the sound of thousands of icicles cracking as they pierced his heart.

There were dull pains in my heart.