Chapter 436: Fate
"Get in the car, Miss Shen."
In general, Shen Zhichu was kidnapped by Lu Tingchuan's people.
"Are you going to hand over the phone yourself or do you want me to hold you down and search you?" Lu Tingchuan's aura of superiority enveloped the carriage.
Shen Zhichu was forced into the car with no way to retreat, and there was no way to ask for help. Lu Tingchuan was right when he said that there was no way to take revenge without getting close to him.
The revenge that Shen Zhichu wanted to give him would not be accomplished easily. When she was thinking about something, she lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, her long eyelashes curled like butterfly wings, and her crimson lips were slightly pursed, with an undisguised coldness and a sharp edge.
Lu Tingchuan didn't give her much time to think. Shen Zhichu turned the ring on her index finger and felt a little relieved. She took out her cell phone from her pocket and threw it to Lu Tingchuan, who handed it to his subordinate outside the car.
"drive."
The car slowly drove into the main road. Lu Tingchuan was not worried at all that Shen Zhichu could escape. He let her stare out the window while driving.
Including the three years of her death, she had been away from Chengdu for almost five years. When she lost her memory, she was taken to J City by Li Jingshen. She was in a foreign land and could not even return home after her death.
In five years, Chengdu has firmly established itself as a first-tier city. Even in the suburbs, there are tall buildings. After returning to Chengdu, she is busy with work all day long. Due to her special status, she rarely goes out.
Now that I'm in Lu Tingchuan's car, I realize that Chengdu has changed a lot. The seemingly familiar route, but the commercial buildings around it have all changed.
The route is getting more and more remote, this place… Shen Zhichu paused.
"Although Chengdu has changed a lot in recent years, does this place feel familiar to you?"
It was indeed very familiar, so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat. This was the place where Lu Tingchuan tortured her five years ago, and it was also the place where Bai Qiu died.
She clenched her hands on her knees, and Lu Tingchuan seemed unaware of her anger.
"After I shot that idiot, do you know where I dumped his body? It's right here in the sea. Be nice to me these few days. As soon as I feel better, I'll take you to pay your respects to him and appease his soul."
Shen Zhichu's eyes were as red as if they were splashed with red ink. She lowered her head so that no one could see her expression clearly.
"Angry?"
Shen Zhichu then raised her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if to say: Who do you think you are?
Lu Tingchuan didn't feel humiliated at all. He really liked the rebellious and outspoken feeling of Shen Zhichu. Only in this way could he feel the pleasure of destruction.
The car drove in quickly. Shen Zhichu's familiarity with this road came entirely from the memory of "Shen Qing". Lu Tingchuan built a very tall house here.
Shen Qing was arranged to sleep here during the year she followed him.
Standing on the top floor, you can see the scenery of the seaside. Shen Qing has looked out at it many times. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get tired of it after seeing it too much. She stood there actually wanting to jump from the top floor, but she didn't dare to.
Shen Qing yearns for freedom and keeps hope even when he is forced to be a substitute.
Because of Shen Qing's memory, Shen Zhichu would not feel afraid even if she returned to the place that tortured her half to death.
The car slowly stopped, Shen Zhichu opened the door and got out. Lu Tingchuan walked in front of her and said frivolously, "Let's go."
Shen Zhichu followed him into the elevator and went straight to the next floor. The decoration in the room was the simplest three colors: black, white and gray, making the already dim place seem even darker.
This is where Lu Tingchuan lives, and you can feel the breath of life here.
"I didn't eat much at noon today. You should cook something for me, just like before." Lu Tingchuan spoke in a commanding tone, not caring about other people's feelings or whether they were willing or not. He was exactly the same as Li Jingshen in that he did what he wanted.
Just like before, Shen Zhichu never cooked for him. She only cooked every day when Shen Qing was with him.
Shen Zhichu did not object. When she went to the kitchen, she looked around. There were no cameras. Lu Tingchuan's men were also downstairs. There were only her and Lu Tingchuan here.
This is a good opportunity.
Shen Zhichu opened the refrigerator and saw a box full of vegetables. It was obvious that they had prepared them in advance.
Shen Zhichu picked out a few home-cooked dishes that Shen Qing used to make: spicy and sour potato shreds, braised pork, lotus root and pork rib soup, and mapo tofu. The three dishes and one soup were enough for Lu Tingchuan to eat alone.
Lu Tingchuan is not as picky about food as Li Jingshen, so he just deals with it casually.
Chen Zhichu washed his hands, turned on the stove, stewed the pork rib soup first, then washed and cut the vegetables, and when the pork rib soup was almost done, he started stir-frying the vegetables.
It takes an hour to wait for the pork rib soup. During this time, Shen Zhichu was slowly working in the kitchen. Lu Tingchuan was only separated from her by a wall, and she could feel his gaze on her without turning around.
Lu Tingchuan opened a bottle of wine and drank while watching the figure in the kitchen. He thought it would be nice if it could always be like this. He had the idea of imprisoning Shen Zhichu. Even though he knew that she was no longer "Shen Qing", he could always deceive himself by looking at that face.
Why did you lie to Shen Qing that he was not dead?
Lu Tingchuan didn't understand either. It seemed like his normal life should be like this, just like sunrise and sunset, dusk to dawn, and he waited for the sun to rise the next day every day.
Lu Tingchuan drank in silence, feeling empty inside, as if a piece of his flesh had been dug out. He admitted that he felt a little lonely at the moment.
When Shen Zhichu saw that the pork rib soup was almost done, she started to stir-fry the vegetables. She was very nimble and in no time she had taken the vegetables out of the pot, put them on a plate and brought them to the table.
"Have a meal."
Lu Tingchuan put down the wine in his hand, washed his hands and sat down at the table. Facing the table full of dishes, his originally dim eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.
These were some of the dishes that "Shen Qing" used to make, and even the aroma was the same. Shen Zhichu took a bowl, filled it with half a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Lu Tingchuan.
Watching Lu Tingchuan drink the soup, she raised the corners of her lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Lu Tingchuan didn't say anything. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a few more dishes to taste. They all tasted familiar.
He had just finished a bottle of wine, and he didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but he felt dizzy. Something flashed through his brain so fast that he couldn't catch it. He held up his head, and even though his hands were shaking, he stubbornly finished the dishes in front of him one by one.
"You are Shen Qing, right? I asked you to be Shen Zhichu's stand-in, so you pretended to be so similar. You fooled everyone but you couldn't fool me. How could someone else cook the same food? I ate the same food for more than two hundred days, and I remember it."
Lu Tingchuan leaned against the table. He raised his hand and tried to touch Shen Zhichu's face, but his hands were shaking so badly that the person in front of him turned into a shadow and he couldn't touch him no matter how hard he tried.
Lu Tingchuan looked painful, and the look in his eyes was like a glass ball that was about to crack, as if it would shatter with the slightest touch.
"Lu Tingchuan, you are drunk."
"I'm not drunk." He usually drinks, so how could he be drunk after just a bottle of red wine? But why was he so dizzy that he couldn't even see clearly?
He said with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "I just have a headache."
Headache is an old problem. In the past, when he had a headache, Shen Qing would apply hot water to his head and give him a massage, but now... He looked at the woman in front of him.
Shen Zhichu played with the ring on his index finger and pursed his lips: "Why didn't it hurt you to death?"
These words really don't sound like something Shen Qing would say. She is timid and cowardly. How could she have the courage to curse him to death when she always spoke softly to him and didn't even dare to breathe?
Lu Tingchuan tried to stand up, but his body swayed and he knelt down in front of Shen Zhichu.
Shen Zhichu looked down at him from above, and a voice came from above his head, telling him a cruel fact: "Shen Qing is dead."
"She's not dead. She must still be in this body. Otherwise, how could the dishes you make be exactly the same as hers?"
"That's just her habit. Her habit is engraved in her bones and blood. Even if her soul disappears, she still remembers your love." This is the truth. Shen Zhichu made these dishes based on Shen Qing's memory. He knows how much salt to put in and what to use up when taking the food out of the pot. It's all a habit.
After Shen Zhichu said this, an indescribable sadness surged in her heart, almost drowning her, and she covered her heart.
Shen Qing has been dead for so long, but her body still feels sad when facing Lu Tingchuan.
Lu Tingchuan knelt on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably. He said uncomfortably, "I never thought she would die."
But you, Lu Tingchuan, are the one who forced her to death. Shen Zhichu asked sarcastically, "Lu Tingchuan, do you love her?"
Lu Tingchuan did not answer this question. He did not need a lover, but he needed someone who loved him. The thought of lying alone in the hospital bed one day and being swallowed up by endless loneliness was more painful than death.
Sincerity may not be something you can eat, but it can give people hope to survive and keep going.
Lu Tingchuan understood it too late. By the time he woke up, the person who truly loved him was already dead.
"From now on, there will never be anyone who will give you a massage when you have a headache, turn on the lights and wait for you when you don't come home late, or prepare hangover soup for you when you are drunk. The person who racked his brain every day thinking about your preferences and how to make you happy is dead."
"She's not dead!" Lu Tingchuan suddenly yelled while lying on the ground, his face cold. It was not until he tasted the salty and bitter taste in his mouth that he realized that he was crying.
Shen Zhichu wasn't frightened by his voice at all. He just stared at him calmly and said word by word, "The Shen Qing you wanted is already dead. She died of a broken heart when you used her as a substitute and gave her to someone else. She died of despair and violence when you abandoned her and treated her coldly. During the 385 days she was with you, you strangled her bit by bit. She can't come back anymore."
"Lu Tingchuan, do you know how Shen Qing died? She took a whole bottle of sleeping pills, turned on the gas, and died quietly in bed." Shen Zhichu stared at Lu Tingchuan's face with his empty eyes, clenching his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.
His previously calm emotions were now trembling, and Shen Zhichu's voice was hoarse: "You know how much hope she had for the future and how much she wanted to live. It was you who personally extinguished the last candle in her heart!"
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