Chapter 88 Suicide Attempt
The hand on his stomach trembled again, and Shen Jingsi stared blankly, his mouth agape.
After a long while, he felt that his own voice was very far away.
"What, what did you say?"
Lu Zhenyu squatted down to meet those phoenix eyes filled with insecurity.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the man's thin cheek.
“Shen Jingsi, haven’t you always wanted to know what the secret that has been hidden in Lu Zhenyu’s heart for more than ten years is?” Lu Zhenyu said, “Today, I will tell you.”
She took his hand and placed it in front of her pounding heart. "I, Lu Zhenyu, love Chen Jingsi."
Tears welled up before the girl's voice, streaming down her wet, smiling face and into his right knee.
"I'm not sure exactly at which moment in the past I fell in love with you, but I know that I've loved you for many years, and it's been such a painful love."
Lu Zhenyu has always carefully kept this secret.
At that time, she was grateful for the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Shen in raising her, and she knew that Mrs. Shen would never allow them to be together. She wanted to, but dared not say it.
Later, she also bore the immense guilt that the entire Shen clan would be overthrown because of her, a guilt she dared not speak of.
Now, even though these obstacles and difficulties may still exist, Lu Zhenyu no longer wants to look back and hesitate.
How many five-year periods does one have in a lifetime?
For the first twenty years of her life, Shen Beizhen, who was self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, was obedient, sensible, considerate, and composed.
But now she is Lu Zhenyu, the mother of their child.
She should be brave, brave enough to love and to rebel.
Looking at the person in front of her, Lu Zhenyu raised her hand and touched his hot, damp cheek, gently stroking it with her fingertips.
"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have questioned you without asking anything. From now on, let's try to trust each other, okay?"
Snap.
A tear fell onto Lu Zhenyu's palm.
The next second, the man grabbed her and switched her position.
Before the girl's surprised eyes, Shen Jingsi knelt down on one knee, cupped her head in his palm, and leaned forward to kiss her fiercely.
Lu Zhenyu didn't know how someone could kiss passionately while crying, getting her face all wet.
Perhaps it was because they had been separated for too many days, and his chest had accumulated too much longing. Shen Jingsi's kisses were like his tears, a dense, swirling gust of wind that gave Lu Zhenyu no chance to catch her breath.
They kissed their way from the sofa to the bed.
Lu Zhenyu was pressed into the bedding by the broad body that had been stripped of its clothes, her hot, numb lips chasing after the forehead buried in her chest.
The slightly cool, silky feel of the bed sheets brought Shen Jingsi back to his senses.
The woman he was carrying had a flushed face, her fox-like eyes unfocused, and her lace dress had just slipped down to her ankles...
Just as they were about to succeed, someone suddenly began to unravel the mystery.
"Um?"
Her fox-like eyes, tinged with a hazy, decadent color, opened, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt and coquettishness.
Lu Zhenyu asked, "What's wrong?"
Then, Shen Jingsi inexplicably knelt down by the bed, his broad back hunched over with veins and muscle lines, scratching his head as he looked out the dimly lit French window.
Lu Zhenyu leaned forward, her fingertips touching the strong waist that met her shorts.
"What's wrong?"
She was thinking, "Could it be that I overworked myself during these past few days of business trip and my body is depleted, and I've already... well, you know?"
Then I heard, "If I touch you, will she feel it, and then... get angry?"
Lu Zhenyu: "..."
"Are you sick in the head?"
The person was in high spirits just now, but these words have dampened their spirits.
Seeing his wife slump down in a huff, Shen Jingsi scrambled over and hugged her from behind.
A damp palm gently stroked the pregnant belly. "Won't she be angry?"
Lu Zhenyu crossed her arms and glanced at her sideways, "Why don't you discuss it with her again and think about drawing a dividing line between Chu and Han first?"
She was just joking, but to her surprise, the man actually did it.
He turned her body around, made her kneel properly beside him, and, holding her pregnant belly in his hands, said in a very serious manner:
"Daughter, let's talk this over. Because of you, your mom hasn't let me touch her for months. There are some things you're too young to understand, and I won't go into detail, but let's discuss it. Go to sleep first, and I promise I'll be quiet and won't wake you up, okay?"
"..."
After saying that, he put his ear to his stomach to listen.
Lu Zhenyu was amused and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted his head and said, "Are you stupid? She's only eighteen weeks along. Her ears might not even be fully developed yet. How could she understand what you're saying..."
Shen Jingsi raised his hand to interrupt him.
He listened attentively for a moment, then suddenly straddled her.
Lu Zhenyu, caught off guard, was startled.
Shen Jingsi cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the cheek. "My daughter told me."
"say what?"
She said, "Okay!"
After saying that, he plunged down, not giving Lu Zhenyu a chance to speak at all.
The bedroom was dimly lit, but the temperature gradually rose.
Having abstained from sex for so long, they both became somewhat unrestrained and insatiable.
But Shen Jingsi always kept a good eye on things, making sure everyone was comfortable.
…
The warm spring sun shone through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the faces of the two people sleeping soundly in each other's arms on the bed.
She was kissed on the cheek, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled. "Mmm..."
Still not enough sleep, Lu Zhenyu haphazardly raised her hand and pushed the face away.
The person then pressed close and kissed him.
With a furrowed brow, Lu Zhenyu opened her eyes, and a stunningly handsome face came into view.
Yes, it's her husband.
Having eaten and slept well, Shen Jingsi had a rosy complexion and bright, piercing eyes.
Good morning, honey.
With a dry throat, Lu Zhenyu nodded somewhat perfunctorily, "Good morning, husband."
He turned his head and leaned close to her smooth pregnant belly, gently patting the little one inside, "Good morning, my daughter."
Lu Zhenyu: "..."
Speechless, she was carried to the bathroom to wash up by Shen Jingsi, who was unusually energetic, and he even personally served her when she got dressed.
Lu Zhenyu's feet didn't touch the ground at all that morning.
Needless to say, going downstairs for meals was even more outrageous. Before eating, he would pat her pregnant belly and say, "Daughter, wake up! Daddy's feeding you and your mother. Get up now, the early bird catches the worm, you know?"
"..." Lu Zhenyu also slapped him on the head, "Are you sick? She doesn't need to chew her food, why does she need to get out of bed?"
"Hehehe!" Xiao Meng, who was sitting across from me drinking porridge, covered her mouth and chuckled.
The servants surrounding them also kept their lips tightly pressed together, looking around with disdain.
There's nothing I can do; I don't have the good fortune of that young lady, Xiaomeng, who went from servant to mistress and godmother. I can't laugh openly like that.
Then look at Shen Jingsi, he's like he's possessed by a ghost. He's even happier after being beaten by his wife, and he holds her up and kisses her again.
At that moment, a servant came in and held up a cell phone.
"Sir, there is a phone call for you."
After drinking the remaining porridge from Lu Zhenyu's spoon, Shen Jingsi reached out to take it.
When scanning the notes, her brow furrowed slightly.
He licked his lips at the three large characters "Ms. Chen," put Lu Zhenyu aside, and said, "Baby, eat by yourself for a while. I'm going to take this call."
He put his hands on his hips, clutched his phone, and walked out, not stopping until he reached the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
Shen Jingsi answered the phone and was about to say, "What's wrong?"
A mother's urgent voice came from the other end, "Xiao Si, Xi'er is suicidal again, come and see her quickly."
His relaxed brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment of silence, Shen Jingsi spoke in a calm, even voice, "If you really want to die, will you stop thinking about it once I'm gone?"
The mother was taken aback.
Clearly, she never expected that such heartless and ungrateful words would come from her own son.
"Xiao Si, you..." She looked at the girl who was being restrained by the two forces in the bedroom and blinked twice.
“Xiao Si, although Xi’er has been abused, we can’t be so ungrateful. At this critical juncture, the Shen family can’t afford to be called a traitor.”
Shen Jingsi straightened up and looked out the window towards the end of the manor; it was still a manor.
His thin lips curved slightly, but the smiling eyes reflected in the glass held no real laughter. "So Ms. Chen is so kind to other people's daughters? Then why don't you ever see yourself being grateful to your goddaughter whom you raised?"
"..." Mother Shen was taken aback, "Xiao Si, what are you saying..."
Okay.
The conversation was interrupted impatiently by Shen Jingsi.
The midday sun was too dazzling, and Shen Jingsi turned his back, his expression blurred in the backlight.
He said, "I told her that I would go when the time came, but I wouldn't be forced by her dramatic, life-or-death act. I hate it when people force me."
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