Chapter 110 Let's Die Together
Duan Xi'er choked.
Lu Zhenyu turned around and looked at her with a disdainful smile. "Duan Xier, these words can only intimidate Shen Beizhen five years ago, not Lu Zhenyu today."
Duan Xi'er shouted, "Aren't you afraid that hundreds of members of the Shen family will die innocently because of what you did today? Aren't you the one who loves Shen Jingsi the most? Aren't you afraid that the car accident from back then will happen again?"
She chuckled again, a ruthless and sinister glint appearing in her eyes. "This time, there won't be any Duan Xi'er risking her life to save him. He'll die a horrible death. Aren't you afraid? So many people have died because of you, just like five years ago, all because of you. Don't you feel even a little bit guilty?"
Lu Zhenyu calmly exhaled a breath of stale air, walked back, and without even drooping her eyelids, kicked the woman in the stomach.
"Ah!" Duan Xi'er screamed in pain. The pain at the cut reminded her of the night she tried to commit suicide.
Lu Zhenyu remained unfazed. "I've given him five years to grow. If he can still be killed so easily by someone, it only proves that he's a piece of trash who can't be helped."
If Shen Jingsi is truly a good-for-nothing, then Lu Zhenyu's affection for him for over a decade is nothing but a complete and utter joke.
Too tired to waste any more words, Lu Zhenyu stood up and took two steps back to the stair railing, under Duan Xi'er's speechless and shocked gaze.
Seeing her pull a lighter from her pocket, Duan Xi'er struggled violently, shouting, "You're a madwoman! If you want to die, go die yourself! Why are you dragging me into this?"
"Why should I?" Lu Zhenyu's face darkened, and she rushed back in two large strides, grabbing the woman's neck tightly.
Finally, a fang of hatred was revealed on that gentle and serene face.
"Then what right did you have to kill my child? What right did you have to hurt Feng Manman? What right did you have to ruin my life for your own selfish desires!"
"You still have the nerve to ask me?" Duan Xi'er's eyes flashed with malice. "You were the one who stole my man first, stole the happy life that should have been mine. Lu Zhenyu, from beginning to end, the only one who deserves to die is you!"
Lu Zhenyu laughed instead of getting angry, and leaned closer, "Duan Xi'er, you've developed delusions from unrequited love, haven't you?"
"you!"
Lu Zhenyu chuckled, "Of course, it doesn't matter, because we're about to die."
Duan Xi'er struggled frantically, her long hair disheveled in front of her eyes, looking hysterical like a madwoman.
"Who wants to die with you? You're insane! You can go die yourself!"
Lu Zhenyu tightened her grip on the woman's hair, causing her to wince and lean back. "But I warned you before, if you don't behave, I'll drag you down with me."
Amidst the woman's wide, bloodshot eyes, Lu Zhenyu slowly rose and walked to the fence.
He ran his fingertip across the gear, reigniting the lighter, and raised his hand...
Regardless of Duan Xi'er's heart-wrenching screams behind her, Lu Zhenyu took one last look around the villa.
This place holds her sweetest and most flawless memories with Shen Jingsi; it was the first home he gave her, the real home that truly belonged to her.
Happiness begins here and ends here; a complete cycle is the essence of Lu Zhenyu.
She smiled gently and said, "My old friends, I'm sorry."
She knew that those who loved her would grieve for a long time after her death.
But life always involves partings, sooner or later, quietly or dramatically.
For twenty years, Lu Zhenyu had been a dutiful and obedient daughter in the Shen family. For the last time in her life, she wanted to make a grand and arrogant return, to let everyone know in a spectacular way that Lu Zhenyu of the capital was dead.
Close your eyes, let go, and the lighter will fall vertically.
Thud.
The wispy flames touched the gasoline scattered on the ground, and yellowish sparks quickly burst forth from one point, forming a whole cluster.
The dried camellia flowers, lying quietly on the floor, were engulfed by the rising fire, their petals turning from white to black, and then to ashes where no one had ever been.
"Help! Help! Someone is trying to kill me with arson! Help!"
It is only when a person is truly facing death that they realize their desire to live.
Duan Xi'er is someone who, even though she once attempted suicide, never wanted to die.
"Lu Zhenyu, I beg you, I don't want to die. I know I did something wrong. I beg you to let me go. I'm willing to turn myself in. I'm willing to confess everything to Shen Jingsi. Please let me out. I don't want to die. I really beg you!"
No matter how much the woman, on the verge of death, kowtowed and begged for help, Lu Zhenyu remained unmoved.
Admiring the raging flames below, for the first time in five years, the girl's amber fox eyes truly shone with light.
Very beautiful, with a touch of pure romance amidst its allure.
"Lu Zhenyu!"
Ignored, Duan Xi'er, her neck veins bulging, roared, "Am I the only one who deserves to die? Am I not innocent? Shen Jingsi has never liked me. From the beginning until now, he has been using me, using my feelings and the power of the Duan family. In the end, it's all because of you. Am I not pitiful? Don't you owe me anything? Why do you want me to die? I won't die! I absolutely won't die!"
Leaving Duan Xi'er behind, who was still struggling to break free, Lu Zhenyu slowly walked towards the bedroom.
The warm sunshine of late July is so bright, illuminating the whole house through the glass windows.
She lay back down on the big bed.
This is where her relationship with Shen Jingsi began, and also where her story ends.
In her short twenty-eight years, Lu Zhenyu experienced loss, gain, happiness, and despair.
People only know that the camellia symbolizes unwavering elegance, but they are unaware that it also means "a passionate and decisive exit."
Lu Zhenyu had always known this, because every late autumn, she personally collected and buried the camellias that had fallen all over the Shen residence.
They are pure white, blooming in the summer, and then falling from their stems before the harsh winter arrives.
They bloom with elegance and resilience, and depart with decisiveness and grace.
This is the life that Lu Zhenyu wanted.
Amidst the heart-wrenching wails outside, the girl on the bed closed her eyes and slowly curled up, like an infant immersed in the amniotic fluid of her mother's womb.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she smiled, "Mom and Dad, remember to come pick me up early."
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It had been five years since I had made a cake myself. Chen Jingsi ruined two defective cakes, which took three hours, and ended up having to start all over again.
He wasn't in a hurry. His back ached, so he straightened up, turned around lightly for support, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and bent down to continue.
When Wang Kai arrived, he witnessed the spectacular scene.
The female employees of the entire baking room stood in a row in front of the glass window, and they could stand on tiptoe and squint at that back view for half a day with great interest.
He smiled and walked around the crowd, pushed open the glass door, and came to Shen Jingsi's side. "Boss, Duan Hong went to the manor to see you."
Shen Jingsi continued scraping and spreading the cream with the long knife, "Continue."
Wang Kai seemed to be in a great mood. "I guess the suspension order for investigation has been issued. He wants to talk to you in person and said... he hopes you can release Ms. Duan first, and the rest of the conditions can be discussed."
Shen Jingsi's thin lips curled slightly as he scraped off a piece of cream and held it out to the other person. "Try it."
The boss made the cake himself, should I let him try it first?
Wang Kai was suddenly somewhat, no, not somewhat, but extremely flattered.
Shen Jingsi drifted over with a soft voice, "It tastes a bit sweet. Try it. Zhenzhen doesn't like things that are too sweet."
"..."
Okay, Wang Kai knows.
He reached out and scraped some into his mouth, savoring it under the other person's gaze. "Mmm, sweet but not cloying, with just the right amount of milky flavor."
Shen Jingsi raised an eyebrow and continued to spread cream on the cake.
A camellia flower-shaped cake, topped with cream, requires the baker's patience.
Twenty-one-year-old Shen Jingsi lacks patience, but he has a heart that wants to please girls at all times. So he was able to calm down and secretly use a year of his spare time to learn how to make cakes, starting with cake cooking and buttercream making, and he did it very well.
Thirty-one-year-old Shen Jingsi has no shortage of patience, but he doesn't have much time left.
To uproot the Duan family, a powerful force that has thrived in the capital for centuries, requires not only ruthlessness but also a desperate fight.
Did they only kill Duan Hong's family to avenge his wife and daughter?
Of course not.
In a way, we should also thank Duan Hong. It was the man who taught him through kidnapping and explosions that taught him to nip problems in the bud.
By then, he could already imagine countless people who wanted him drowned in the capital.
Therefore, he was prepared for the possibility that he might be beheaded or die a violent death in the street at any moment.
If God can be kind to him one more time, then give him some more time.
Once their child's condition has completely stabilized, and once he has personally escorted the mother and daughter out and settled them in, then he will come to take his life.
Even so, Shen Jingsi was already very grateful.
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