Chapter 61 If you die, I'll be buried with you.
This man had only been aloof towards her for a few days, but his sleazy, roguish attitude had returned.
Just as Lu Zhenyu was speechless, Shen Jingsi, who had been protecting her in his arms, took out his phone.
The moment the call was dialed, before I even opened my mouth, the entire forest lit up.
The girl's wide, surprised eyes illuminated the man's dark pupils.
Shen Jingsi, however, became dissatisfied with the phone call, "Did you pull the plug so fast? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"
The servant on the other end of the phone, "..."
He thought to himself, "Didn't you tell me to be ready at all times?"
He planned to pretend he couldn't see clearly in the dark and then bump into her, taking the opportunity to kiss her, but the plan fell through.
Unsatisfied, Shen Jingsi put his phone away and pulled Lu Zhenyu into the depths of the forest through the snow.
There must have been searchlights installed in every corner, making the entire forest as bright as day.
Snowflakes danced in the air, and two figures, one brown and one black, walked among them.
It looks like they're filming a music video.
The girl in front was diligently working on the snowman's head, while the man behind was responsible for rolling the snowman's belly.
The two were busy with their own lives but occasionally interacted.
Lu Zhenyu got tired of squatting, so she plopped down on the ground, turning her legs into windshield wipers to sweep the snow to her feet.
A moment later, Shen Jingsi grabbed her armpits and pulled her up, and when she sat back down, there was a cushion under her buttocks.
She looked up with a "hmm?" and noticed that the gray scarf around the man's neck was gone.
"What did your period do to offend you that you have to suffer like this?"
Lu Zhenyu thought to herself, "My period just gave me a little nudge. It came last night and left this morning. Who's really tormenting whom?"
After each doing their own thing for a while, the two came together again.
The girl instantly transforms back into a child the moment she touches the snow, her fox-like eyes sparkling.
Her little face, red from the cold, squinted upwards, and she haphazardly rubbed her itchy face with her hands covered in pink gloves.
Amused by this scene, Shen Jingsi walked over, cupped the fair and rosy face in his hands, and tucked the strands of hair stuck to her skin behind her ears one by one.
The hands had distinct knuckles, each one long and slender, and were stained red from the snowmelt.
Lu Zhenyu stared intently at the face above her head without blinking.
In the dead of night, those amber eyes shone brightly under the headlights, and the little hand that was curled up in its folds twitched.
She seemed to remember something.
These gloves must have been bought by Shen Jingsi from a jewelry store across from the school when she was thirteen years old, during a winter when her hands were frostbitten at school.
He was also criticized by the online community, who said, "He's a chauvinist, why is he wearing that 'deathly Barbie pink' color? It's so outdated."
It's a bit shrunken; her hands are completely curled up inside, but it's definitely warm.
For no apparent reason, Lu Zhenyu thought about her current predicament...
That's exactly the hand that was curled up in its folds.
She has lived in the same home since she was eight years old. At 28, she still feels at ease there, but she is unhappy and feels confined.
Lu Zhenyu thought that perhaps it was time for her to prepare to leave.
Previously, she had planned to wait until Old Master Zheng died before engaging in a fight to the death with Zheng Yaozong.
But the things she experienced after returning to China made her gradually realize that perhaps ending her life peacefully and without regrets wouldn't be so bad.
Once a person accepts their fate, they will no longer resist.
Lu Zhenyu accepted it, the good and the bad.
Shen Jingsi helped her rewrap the loose scarf. Lu Zhenyu then looked at the hand that was red from the cold.
After thinking for a moment, he looked up and saw the words "Shen Jing Si".
The man looked down. "What's wrong?"
She shrank back, "I'm a little cold."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jingsi immediately opened his coat, stepped forward, pulled the person into his arms, and then closed the coat tightly around her from behind.
He rested his chin on her head, exhaling a series of white puffs of steam. "Helping you warm up isn't taking advantage of me, is it?"
It was so warm in his arms, like a furnace. Lu Zhenyu, who hadn't said a word, obediently buried her face in his arms.
Silently tell yourself not to think about the past or the future, just enjoy this moment.
And what she wanted to say was that she really, really loved the smell of this man.
How to describe it? It has nothing to do with any perfume; it's warm, with a clean, autumnal feel, plus a hint of nicotine and soap.
That was the unique scent of Shen Jingsi, her Shen Jingsi.
Because no one else could smell it except her.
A short while later, Lu Zhenyu emerged from his body with two even redder cheeks.
Shen Jingsi hadn't had enough of hugging her yet and was about to speak when the girl pulled his hand and put it in her coat pocket.
Under his questioning gaze, she took off her handkerchief and put her hand inside as well.
In the pocket, a soft little hand slipped between the base of the big hand, following the distinct knuckles downwards, pinching the icy fingers into the palm, slowly transferring the warmth that had been building up for so long.
Shen Jing looked on in astonishment.
Lu Zhenyu said, "It's only right to reciprocate a favor; it's not like I'm taking advantage of you."
His small hand was only half his size, so thin that it felt like he could snap it in two with a single bend of his finger. It was still trying to move across his entire large hand.
Shen Jingsi smiled, took a step forward, bent down and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of milk.
No matter how big your business becomes, how much money you earn, or how much power you gain, nothing compares to the satisfaction of this moment.
"I wish you would take advantage of me for the rest of my life."
"A lifetime is too long, but I sincerely hope that you will be happy every day in the future."
Shen Jingsi raised his head, looked down at Lu Zhenyu's slightly dazed gaze, and frowned slightly.
Lu Zhenyu smiled and said, "Does my face look like this for a lifetime?"
It was because the woman's interactions with him tonight were too normal that he felt something was off.
After all, this wasn't what she thought was a dream.
"Lu Zhenyu, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Zhenyu's fox-like eyes flickered for a moment, then she curled her frozen lips into a smile. "I was thinking, do you think people have a next life? If so, will we meet again?"
Or, to put it another way, if she had the chance, would she still want to go find him?
Actually, that's what I was thinking.
It turns out that those who always like to talk about "the next life" are because they have too many regrets in this life that they are powerless to change.
Lu Zhenyu suddenly felt a deep empathy for them.
But Shen Jingsi pulled her into his arms tightly, his arms gripping her back with such force that it felt like he was trying to embed her into his body.
A trembling voice, suppressed with restraint, drifted from above, "It won't happen again, not in any lifetime. So you'd better get rid of all those messy, bad things hiding in your head. Lu Zhenyu, I just want to spend this lifetime with you."
Is this really all there is to this lifetime?
But she was really tired.
…
Two hours later, the snowman project was officially completed.
The two stood in front of a snowman that was twice the size of Lu Zhenyu. Shen Jingsi clapped his hands and said, "It's called Pearl 20.0."
Lu Zhenyu's gaze deepened as she looked at him.
He turned his head and met her gaze, then suddenly asked, "Zhenzhen, there will be pearls with a value of 100.0, right?"
Lu Zhen didn't answer. "Why do you say that?"
Perhaps it was the conversation just now that made Shen Jingsi feel uneasy, and he became very serious, pulling Lu Zhenyu into his arms around the waist.
“Because it’s up to you,” he said, almost pleadingly. “Live well, just keep living, okay?”
Lu Zhenyu's smile froze slightly, but her tone remained calm. "Of course I will live well. Do you need to tell me that? Have you left your brain in the office to say such things?"
Shen Jingsi didn't mind how she teased him, and held her tightly in his chest, cherishing her dearly.
"If you dare to even have the slightest thought of dying, I'm not kidding, I'll immediately take you with me to the grave."
What was supposed to be a serious topic turned into a laugh for Lu Zhenyu. "Shen Jingsi, are you filming an idol drama here?"
"..."
Well, he had to admit that the Lu Zhenyu in his "dream" was more obedient.
But the girl in his arms also said the second half of her sentence, "Don't worry, I definitely won't die."
As a child, Lu Zhenyu was upright and rigid. To her, lying was a sign of dishonesty and a despicable act of deception.
So every time that boy came to steal a kiss from her, she could only pretend to be asleep and not know anything, instead of saying, "I hate it when you do this."
But as Lu Zhenyu grew up, she realized that lying was actually not a bad thing.
If a few hastily uttered lies can bring peace and security to the other person for years or even the rest of their life, isn't that worth it?
They were very proactive towards each other today.
Because one is thinking about the dawn that is about to arrive, and the other is thinking about the darkness that is about to be stepped into.
Shen Jingsi will never know what the girl was plotting in her heart that evening.
Lu Zhenyu only learned about this from Shen Jinchuan many years later.
It turns out that many years ago this afternoon, dozens of male members of the Shen family gathered at the ancestral hall of their old house.
It lasted a full five hours.
The wooden doors of the ancestral hall were tightly shut, and no one knew what they had said.
As the gate opened, the men, led by Shen Zhen'an, walked out one after another.
Their expressions were solemn, their steps firm, and a dark fire gathered in their deep gaze.
Thus, the Shen family, with its rapid and unbridled growth, swept through the vast capital city of Beijing in just a few short years, wielding immense power.
After that, in this capital city that held the highest power and wealth, a final three-way balance of power was formed between the Shen, Feng, and Si factions.
But all of this is no longer relevant to her.
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