Chapter 11 Just because I like you, you hurt and bully me so unscrupulously
At this moment, she couldn't stop her tears, and they wet her clothes. There was no sound outside. She didn't know whether Li Jingshen heard what she said, but one thing was certain, he never took her death to heart, and he didn't care about her.
Chen Zhichu stopped talking abruptly. She wiped away her tears hastily, slid down the door panel and curled up on the ground, biting the back of her hand to prevent herself from crying.
Her youth, her love, and her marriage all started with Li Jingshen and ended with him.
Li Jingshen I have liked you for sixteen years. How many sixteen years are there in a lifetime? Why do you take advantage of my love for you to bully me like this?
Shen Zhichu whimpered uncomfortably. She hadn't eaten breakfast and only drank a glass of milk. Now she was hungry and her stomach was throbbing with discomfort.
Shen Zhichu used the remaining strength in his body to run and crawl into the bathroom. He opened the toilet and vomited. What came out was all acid water, which burned his throat.
After vomiting, her stomach was still twitching. Shen Zhichu knew that she couldn't vomit anymore, otherwise blood would be seen. She covered her mouth tightly and groaned in pain.
Shen Zhichu returned to the room, opened the drawer and took out the two bottles of medicine. He would have to rely on this to survive for the next three days. There was no purified water in the room, so Shen Zhichu could only hold the pills in his mouth and go to the bathroom to drink tap water.
Her esophagus was thinner than that of an average person, and the dry pills got stuck in her throat, slowly turning into a strong sour and bitter taste. Shen Zhichu made herself very embarrassed, trying to hold back her dry heaves while forcing herself to swallow four pills.
After swallowing the medicine, Shen Zhichu vomited uncontrollably. The medicine she had just swallowed seemed to return to her throat. She covered her mouth tightly, and the bitter taste continued to spread in her mouth and would not disappear.
Chen Zhichu curled up in bed, hugging the quilt and waiting from day to night. The originally hot and humid weather now became as cold as the twelfth lunar month, so cold that it made people lose their minds.
Shen Zhichu's pupils floated, and as the light grew dimmer, she began to hide in the quilt like a turtle.
Thunder roared outside, and a flash of lightning struck. The bright light shone through the glass and instantly illuminated the entire bedroom.
The bedroom that she usually decorated so warmly now looked so terrifying. Light and shadows intertwined on the glass windows. Another flash of lightning accompanied by a huge thunder fell, and with a "crack!", it seemed to tear the entire sky apart.
"Ah!" Shen Zhichu screamed, hugged the quilt, and was covered in cold sweat.
It was a pitch-black thunderstorm night where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. When people were in fear, they would always have wild thoughts. She thought of a monster appearing from the ceiling and swallowing her up, and a hand reaching out from the bed to pull her away. She did not dare to move and could only hug her shoulders even tighter.
"Li...Li Jingshen."
"Li Jingshen..."
"Li Jingshen!" She shouted the man's name, trembling at the beginning and shouting at the end, as if she wanted to tear this person out of her heart.
No one responded to her in the empty room, only the sound of muffled thunder could be heard outside.
She felt like she was abandoned. No one wanted her and no one would remember her.
Shen Zhichu started to cry again, and she couldn't tell whether they were physiological tears or psychological.
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Li Jingshen locked the door and left Bancheng. His cell phone beeped, and he took it out and opened it. It was a weather forecast saying there would be thunderstorms in the evening.
Li Jingshen took a look and put it back in his pocket. He remembered that Xia Mingyue was afraid of thunder. As for Shen Zhichu... he had the courage to contradict him, so why would he be afraid of thunder?
Li Jingshen drove to Xia Mingyue's house, but Ke Xin unconsciously thought of Shen Zhichu. She felt uneasy, as if her soul had been taken away.
Li Jingshen hated being controlled. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and while waiting for the green light at an intersection, he couldn't help but punch the steering wheel.
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Xia Mingyue had just been ill and looked a little haggard. When she saw Li Jingshen pushing the door in, her eyes flashed with surprise.
The originally pale little face became more energetic because of Li Jingshen's arrival, "Jingshen, have you eaten?"
"without."
"Then I'll cook and we'll eat together." This house was bought for her by Li Jingshen, and the ingredients in the refrigerator were also selected by him. They are all high-quality ingredients.
Li Jingshen watched Xia Mingyue busy in the kitchen. For some reason, the scene in his eyes slowly switched to another person. The two figures overlapped and gradually became clear. It was Shen Zhichu.
He remembered that Shen Zhichu had cooked meals for him for a long time, but he never tasted them once.
Xia Mingyue felt someone was looking at her. She turned around with a spoon in her hand. When she saw Li Jingshen standing outside the kitchen, she smiled and said, "Jingshen, go sit in the living room. You can't stand the smell of cooking fumes."
She and Li Jingshen had known each other since childhood and knew all his likes and dislikes. No one in the world could understand this man better than her, and this alone was something that Shen Zhichu could not compare to.
Li Jingshen nodded, turned around silently and went back to the living room. He turned on the TV, which was playing the most popular variety show with constant laughter in the background music, but he didn't find it funny at all.
He stared at the TV, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about Chen Zhichu again. When he thought of the woman's red eyes from crying and her face as white as old paper, his heart ached.
When he left the bedroom, he heard Shen Zhichu's hoarse cries.
She said she was dying.
He clearly didn't care, but why did his heart suddenly ache as if being pricked by a needle? The tiny pain continued along the bloodstream and spread to every corner of his body. His brow twitched.
Li Jingshen pressed his solar plexus, where a tendon kept throbbing.
Li Jingshen was getting more and more irritated. He sat on the sofa, his toes unconsciously reaching towards the door.
When Xia Mingyue brought out the freshly made soup, she smelled a pungent odor of cigarettes. She followed the scent and saw a man lying on the sofa. His shirt sleeves were lifted up, revealing his sturdy forearms. A cigarette was pinched between his long, bony fingers. He lowered his head and took a puff. The bluish-white smoke covered his face, making it impossible to see his emotions.
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