Chapter 120 Forgotten
Shen Jingsi thought for a moment, "Mom doesn't want me to be with Zhenzhen, so she's using this opportunity to form a marriage alliance with the Zheng family."
Shen Zhenan tilted his head back and took a swig of wine. He shook his head. “Your mother has changed a bit in the past few years, but she’s not a bad person. She treats Zhenzhen like her own daughter more than anyone else. The only reason she could have been so heartless as to push her daughter into the fire back then would have been us, father and son.”
Shen Jingsi straightened his back, squinted at his father, and stared at him for a long while before he absorbed this possibility that he had never imagined.
No wonder.
No wonder that night when he was hospitalized, she went home and ran back, soaking wet, and sat on the edge of the bed with red eyes, just staring at him without saying a word.
No wonder she said those harsh words while pinching his injured leg after he carried her away from the engagement party.
At that time, he thought she was trying to lower his guard temporarily so she could secretly run back and marry Zheng Yaozong, and she was willing to give him her virginity.
So actually it isn't.
The massacre of the Shen family was caused by the Zheng family grandfather and grandson. She agreed to the marriage for his sake and for the sake of the Shen family. No matter how much he hated or resented her, she would rather suffer in silence than tell him the truth.
She loved him, perhaps she loved their home, but she didn't trust him.
Because he's a good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing who only knows how to make his beloved girl happy, tries every means to steal a kiss from her, and only knows how to vent his anger on her behalf with his fists.
Therefore, she dared not tell him.
Because he knew that once he learned the truth, the thing he would do most would be to fight Zheng Yaozong to the death.
That night, his father got himself completely drunk. It was the first time in his life that Shen Jingsi had ever seen such despondency in his father.
And at this very moment, so is he.
Looking at his mother, Shen Jingsi didn't want to say anything more, because he had no right to.
"mom."
Tears welled up in Chen's mother's eyes. How long had it been since she had heard that word "Mom"?
This is her son, the son she gave up her womb for ten months of pregnancy.
Outside, she was Mrs. Shen, whom everyone fawned over; at home, she was Madam Shen, who helped her husband settle down in the household.
But who knows that her surname is Chen, and who has ever called her by her name—Chen Jie?
She spent her whole life worrying about her son and husband, but in the end, her husband didn't come back, and her son didn't recognize her.
She ruined that child's life because of a single thought. She was wrong, an unforgivable villain. But who, who can stand in her shoes and think about things from her perspective?
But Shen Jingsi didn't give her a chance to speak.
"This is the last time I'll call you 'Mom.' I know I have no right to resent you, just as I have no right to say I love her anymore. I...I..."
His lips trembled and bled, choking back sobs, like a helpless child, as he uttered those helpless words, "I only beg you, don't see her again, and don't hurt her anymore."
"You did this all for me, so it's easy. If it happens again, I'll die. Just let her go, I'm begging you."
After speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to his mother, who was already covering her mouth and weeping uncontrollably.
Watching that departing, dejected figure, Chen's mother, overwhelmed with emotion, collapsed to the ground.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string from those eyes, which were dulled with pain.
What should she say, and what could she say?
Looking up at the villa with its endless ceiling, I closed my eyes and cried out in heart-wrenching pain.
So this was the retribution she had been waiting for.
Husband and wife separated, children scattered.
September is the most pleasant month in Baltimore, with the summer heat just fading and the winter chill yet to arrive.
The flowers in the Johns Hopkins Hospital garden are still blooming, and the maple trees bring out a dazzling crimson hue.
In the quiet ward, a girl in a white dress stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her long black hair cascading over her beautiful shoulder blades, her skin fair and delicate under the golden sunlight.
She gazed silently at the maple forest, her amber pupils tinged with a faint crimson.
A person leaned against the open doorway, Feng Jinzhou, dressed in a black velvet tracksuit, stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching the person.
The girl's voice was soft, yet as gentle as ever, "Is what's forgotten really unimportant?"
He raised an eyebrow, got up, and walked over.
Years of military service have cultivated a good physique in men, and a slightly lazy gait adds a unique charm to their upright posture.
Leaning lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window, he raised an eyebrow at the girl looking at him. "If it were important, would you have forgotten it?"
Her clean, fox-like eyes shone brightly in the golden sunlight, and her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered gently, perfectly complementing her pure and delicate face—truly captivating.
She tilted her head at him, who was looking at her with deep eyes, and said, "Maybe it's because it's too heavy, too heavy to bear, that I was forced to forget?"
His Adam's apple bobbed for a moment as Feng Jinzhou glanced away from that sharp-featured face with its distinct features and phoenix eyes.
He straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, shrugged, and looked out the window. "Since God has chosen for you to forget, it's because He hopes you can start over. You can go against the grain, but it's best not to defy fate."
The girl lowered her eyes, her glistening lips slightly pursed, revealing an alluring peach-red hue, and she let out a soft sigh.
She gave up because her head was throbbing from thinking about it. She walked back to the sofa opposite her with her hands behind her back, plopped down, and picked up a book she had only read half of.
"Okay, since everyone says not to go against the natural order but to go with the flow, then I might as well not think about it."
He chuckled, whether it was out of affection or not, and crossed his long legs as he sat down on the single sofa. "Since it's all, who are you referring to?"
The girl held up the book. "It is."
The three large characters of the Tao Te Ching confused a major general who believed in socialist civilization and harmony.
He tossed out a comment: "How stupid!"
With a slight twitch of her delicate eyebrows, the girl buried her head and continued reading her poem, "Man follows the Earth, Earth follows Heaven."
A moment later, the little head buried in the book suddenly popped up again, "So, my name is really Lu Zhenyu?"
Feng Jinzhou glanced at her, his almond-shaped eyes, curved with a slight smile, filled with tenderness. "Then what else do you want to call me?"
“I was thinking, my parents must have loved me very much before.” She slowed down and called out her names repeatedly, “Lu, Zhen, Yu… They gave me the most sincere love and cherished me like a precious treasure.”
As she spoke, the girl lay down on the sofa with her book in her arms, her fair legs swinging slowly as she hooked them around the edge of the sofa. Her beautiful fox-like eyes gazed at the ceiling, as if she were using her innate imagination to weave a past she had forgotten.
"Feng Jinzhou." After a long while, she finally spoke.
Feng Jinzhou, who had been watching the person quietly, turned his gaze away and said, "Speak."
The girl seemed to be saying, "Are you really not going to tell me about my past?"
His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes slowly opened, and he smiled, "Didn't we agree that we'd travel the world first, and when we got tired of it and wanted to go home, we'd come back to the capital and I'd tell you?"
The two looked at each other for a moment, then the girl straightened up, clutching her books. "Alright, then I'll proceed with my grand plan."
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