Chapter 308: Chasing Wife to the Crematorium
Even though Li Jingshen was sick, his grip was still very strong. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped Zhao Qian's collar. If that kind of force was applied to the neck, it could strangle someone to death.
Zhao Qian had difficulty breathing for a while because he was scared.
"Why don't you just watch her and let someone take her away!" Li Jingshen's jaws tightened, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears welled up in his eyes like a prisoner struggling to death.
Zhao Qian looked at Li Jingshen, who was like a madman, with his hands shaking violently and his calves spinning. His body couldn't control itself and slid down. If Li Jingshen hadn't grabbed his collar, he would have collapsed to the ground.
"Where was she taken? I want to go find her."
Zhao Qian shook his head, took a deep breath and said, “Boss Li is useless. Was Shen Zhichu taken away by her brother?”
"You mean Shen Xiuli?"
Zhao Qian replied with difficulty: "Yes."
"Who the hell is Shen Xiuli? He never cared about Shen Zhichu. He scolded her and beat her. What right does he have to take her away?"
Even Zhao Qian couldn't help but find it ridiculous when he heard Li Jingshen's words.
"Boss Li, no matter how bad Shen Xiuli is, he is still Shen Zhichu's only relative. No one in this world is more qualified than him to take her away. On the contrary, it is you, who is only her ex-husband. You are the one who has no right to keep her."
At this moment, Zhao Qian was not afraid of anything. The worst that could happen was that he would be beaten up. He had followed Li Jingshen for so many years and he had been deceived enough times. He didn't want to deceive himself anymore.
Li Jingshen's breathing stagnated, and the tip of his tongue felt like it was bitten by something. He held his breath reflexively, his gray pupils dim and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.
The atmosphere was stagnant, no one spoke, and the dim and cold room was like a dead and silent grave.
"She is all I have left. Why won't you even leave her to me? Why... where did she go?" Li Jingshen cried loudly, squatting down with his head in his arms, tearing his messy hair randomly.
Zhao Qian noticed that there were several white hairs mixed in Li Jingshen's hair. He was less than 30 years old, and he looked several years older in the past few days after losing Chen Zhichu.
Zhao Qian said hoarsely, "Boss Li, I dreamed of my wife last night. She said she was cold..."
Seeing Li Jingshen raise his bloodshot eyes, Zhao Qian choked up and continued in a muffled voice, "Just think about it, she doesn't even want to enter your dreams, how much she hates you... You knew she was afraid of the cold when she was alive, but you still locked her in this cold room at -20 degrees Celsius. She has been blaming you, but now she can't speak anymore. Mr. Li, please let her go and let yourself go."
Li Jingshen's expression was like that of a petrified tree. He stared with a pair of blood-red eyes and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.
Shen Zhichu is his life, how can he let her go?
"You always say you'll make it up to her, but you don't even know what she wants. President Li, all she's ever wanted is to leave you."
Lu Tingchuan and Zhao Qian acted as if they had made an agreement, stabbing Li Jingshen from the front and back. He felt like he was falling into an abyss, with wolves in front and tigers behind, closing in on him and trying to tear him apart.
He can give up everything, but he can't live without Shen Zhichu. Why can't he keep her?
Li Jingshen huddled up against the cold wall, hugging his swollen and aching head tightly, sobs choking in his throat.
An indescribable pain surged through his chest, blood and energy clouded his mind, and the scene before him was blurry.
Zhao Qian looked at Li Jingshen sitting on the ground, covering his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers, wetting his sleeves.
For a moment, the only sound in the air was Li Jingshen's breathing, which was heavy and oppressive. Zhao Qian watched silently for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and called the Public Security Bureau.
"Captain Zhang, I'd like to ask if Shen Zhichu's body was taken away? How was it disposed of..."
Zhao Qian turned on the loudspeaker. Li Jingshen suddenly raised his head when he heard it, and a faint hope appeared in his blood-red eyes. He stared at the mobile phone in Zhao Qian's hand, like a child whose beloved toy was snatched away. He wanted to take it back but didn't dare to, so he could only hide in the corner and watch secretly.
"Her family had taken her body away at noon."
Zhao Qian asked again: "Where did you take it?"
"crematorium."
Zhao Qian was stunned. He didn't expect that Shen Zhichu's body would be sent directly to the crematorium.
We went there at noon, and it's four o'clock now. I'm afraid it would have turned into a handful of ashes. Zhao Qian lowered his head and looked at Li Jingshen.
His face looked no better than before, even uglier, as if his soul had been devoured and he had lost his mind.
Li Jingshen was still staring at the phone in Zhao Qian's hand until he heard him say "thank you" and hang up the call, and the phone screen went off. Only then did Li Jingshen react quickly.
In this cold winter, it feels like being poured with a basin of cold water. The cold from the outside to the inside makes the tense nerves tighter and tighter, and they are about to break at any time.
Li Jingshen stood up in panic: "I want to find her, I want to find her..." He took two steps, his head felt dizzy and his legs became weak. After a slight stumble, he fell to his knees on the ground. He tried to stand up but couldn't even crawl forward.
He stared at his legs. An adult's collapse is instantaneous. He clenched his fists and pounded his thighs, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go away! Trash! Li Jingshen, you're trash! You can't even see her one last time!"
He used up all his strength, but his hand hit his leg and was limp as if the tendons were cut. He bit his lower lip. Zhao Qian was frightened by his action and quickly reached out to stop him, telling him not to hurt himself.
Li Jingshen was shaking like a sieve, and his dry throat felt burning with pain, as if the blood had dried up and solidified there. He couldn't breathe in or out, and the air was stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"...Boss Li, I'll take you to find her."
Zhao Qian in front of him opened and closed his mouth and said something, until Li Jingshen heard the last sentence clearly.
Zhao Qian squatted down and carried Li Jingshen on his back. While running out, he called the driver to park the car at the door and head towards the crematorium.
The driver knew that this matter could not be delayed. He watched Zhao Qian stuff Li Jingshen into the car and immediately stepped on the accelerator.
It takes at least an hour to get to the crematorium from here. The driver tried to drive as fast as possible and even ran through several red lights along the way, but it still took forty minutes to reach the destination.
Before the car stopped, Li Jingshen opened the door, staggered out of the car and ran towards the incinerator.
Zhao Qian followed closely behind him, and looking at Li Jingshen's stumbling back, he remembered a very popular joke on the Internet.
——“Chasing Wife to the Crematorium” Isn’t this a crematorium?
Li Jingshen still had a glimmer of hope at this moment. Shen Zhichu had not yet entered the incinerator, and her body was still sleeping soundly in the crystal coffin.
However, when they asked the staff, they were still a step too late. Shen Zhichu's body had been burned to ashes and taken away an hour ago.
Li Jingshen shuddered and asked, "Where did you take it?"
"The man holding the urn asked, 'Which way is the beach?'"
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