Chapter 280 He is not afraid of death, he is just afraid that Shen Zhichu will not want him
An IV inserted into the neck would not be fatal, but would only cause pain for a while. Shen Zhichu tightly grasped the needle tip as if he were holding a knife and cut it down along the artery, and blood flowed out.
Li Jingshen groaned. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Shen Zhichu would not want him.
He bit Shen Zhichu's lips lightly and then let her go. He didn't wipe the blood off his neck, but reached back and grabbed Shen Zhichu's trembling hand, "Your hands are dirty."
She looked at her fingers, the blue veins protruding on the back of her hand, and the fingertips were covered with sticky blood. Her eyes were shining, and a tear slid down and hung on her chin, so crystal clear that it would burst with a poke.
Chen Zhichu was shedding tears, but a ferocious smile hung on the corner of her mouth. She was not afraid, nor sad, she was only excited because she had finally hurt this man, but this injury was not even one percent of her pain.
Li Jingshen wiped the tears from her face: “Chen Zhichu is like today, I am waiting for you to kill me, as long as you can do it.”
Chen Zhichu's teeth creaked, her expression suddenly became very cold, and her pale face was shrouded in a biting chill. She suddenly grinned, but as she smiled, she suddenly made a loud noise like a child. She threw away the blood-stained needle in her hand, supported herself on the sink next to her, and stood up shakily: "I will definitely kill you." Even if I can't kill you, I want you to live as desperately as I do.
Li Jingshen stood up after her: "If you want to kill me, you must live well."
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The wound on Li Jingshen's neck was not deep, so it was disinfected and just bandaged.
However, Shen Zhichu had a wound on his abdomen that had opened up, and blood seeped out, staining his hospital gown red.
Li Jingshen watched the doctor with a frown on his face as he treated her wound. He wiped the blood with cotton and threw it into the trash can. The wound looked hideous, like a blood-stained eye.
How painful would it be? But Shen Zhichu didn't even frown. She seemed to have listened to Li Jingshen's words, taking medicine on time, getting injections and infusions, and living well.
In the past, she could only take one pill at a time because she was afraid of the bitterness and had to eat candy. Now she can swallow several pills at once. If she can't swallow them, she just lets them dissolve in her mouth and drinks more water. She has long forgotten the sweet taste and has no plans to take them again.
Li Jingshen invited Mrs. Zhang to take care of Shen Zhichu. The two sat together and talked. Most of the time, it was Mrs. Zhang who talked while Shen Zhichu listened. They never mentioned the child, as if she had never been pregnant.
On November 11, Shen Zhichu was discharged from the hospital.
After more than four months, the ragdoll cat at home was a little unfamiliar with her. It hid on the sofa and observed her quietly. When it saw Chen Zhichu sitting down, it bravely came over and smelled it. It was a familiar smell.
"Meow." Niannian called out, wagging her big fluffy tail.
Shen Zhichu scratched Nian Nian's neck and combed its hair. It had grown so much and it was obvious that it had been well taken care of during the time she was away.
Niannian felt comfortable with her touch, and his body softened, revealing his furry and round belly. Chen Zhichu touched his belly along his neck.
Ragdoll cats have a very gentle personality, and Nian Nian likes to be clingy. It already knows that this is the owner who has taken care of it since it was a child, so it becomes closer to Shen Zhichu and makes purring sounds.
Li Jingshen ordered the internet in the villa to be shut down. Shen Zhichu had a cell phone but could not see any news from the outside world. In fact, even if the internet was not shut down, Li Jingshen had controlled all her communication tools, as if to hide something.
"Zhichu, do you want to go upstairs?" asked Mrs. Zhang, who had already changed the name "Madam" to "Zhichu".
Chen Zhichu nodded and put Nian Nian down in her arms. The villa was still the same as before, but the decoration of her room had been slightly modified. The colors were warmer and there were many more decorative paintings. One of them was a sunflower facing the sun, full of vitality.
The weather was getting colder, so Shen Zhichu put on a down jacket and two sweaters inside to resist the winter cold.
When we returned to the villa and turned on the heater, the average temperature was 25 degrees, which was just right for Shen Zhichu to take off his down jacket.
The heater was on in the room, and she liked to keep the windows open. The cold wind blew on her face like a knife, and Shen Zhichu's face turned pale, like a living person in a coffin who had not seen the sun for a long time. After finally regaining the light, he could not feel any human energy around him.
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Li Jingshen went to get off work and came home on time just like he did at the beginning, and came back early to accompany Chen Zhichu. The relationship between them became increasingly cold, like a double-edged sword standing between them. Whoever took a step forward first would die.
Sleeping became a problem. Under Shen Zhichu's hostile gaze, he couldn't sleep with her at all, so he could only sleep on the floor, far away from the sofa.
Chen Zhichu spent most of his time looking at the blue and white porcelain. When he had nothing to do, he would hold it in his arms and wipe it bit by bit with a clean towel. There was clearly not a speck of dust on the blue and white porcelain.
Another week passed, and Shen Zhichu, holding the blue and white porcelain, said to Li Jingshen, "Let's find a place to bury it."
"Okay." Li Jingshen agreed to her, chose a cemetery, and spent a huge sum of money to buy a piece of land to bury the blue and white porcelain there.
Chen Zhichu quietly looked at the two words "Today" on the tombstone, her expression as dull as a cloud of smoke. She did not cry because her tears had dried up long ago.
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After Chen Zhichu returned, he acted like nothing had happened. He took care of himself and his complexion slowly began to recover, but his face was still pale and he was not going to get better.
These days she had gotten used to holding the blue and white porcelain vase and wiping it. Now that the blue and white porcelain was buried, she always felt like something was missing in her hands. In order to prevent herself from being trapped in this feeling of loss, Shen Zhichu began to find things to do for herself.
You can wash your own clothes, clean your own bedroom and bathroom, and cook your own meals.
Mrs. Zhang was right there helping her with things like washing vegetables.
Li Jingshen had already instructed that as long as Shen Zhichu didn't hurt herself, she could do whatever she wanted, including going out.
This time he did not restrict her freedom, but Shen Zhichu stayed at home obediently and did not step out, as if she was used to the life of being kept in captivity.
When Li Jingshen came home after work, he smelled the familiar aroma of food as soon as he entered the house. He had smelled this aroma often during those four years.
"Who cooked today?" he asked the housekeeper, his voice trembling.
"My lady did it."
Li Jingshen curled the corners of his lips, and when he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Shen Zhichu busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.
For a moment he thought he was hallucinating, or that he had returned to four years ago.
At that time, Shen Zhichu loved him like his life. No matter how busy he was at work, he would come back to cook. He had sneered at the familiar aroma of food in those four years, but now it was a taste he wanted to taste even in his dreams.
Mrs. Zhang brought three dishes and a soup to the table one by one. Li Jingshen washed his hands and sat down impatiently.
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