Chapter 548: You are so lacking in love, so I will be your mother and love you well
"Although Li Shaoyi was born into a prominent family, his life was not easy..."
When Shen Zhichu heard the old housekeeper say this, she just slightly pulled the corner of her lips. It was not obvious, and her subtle movement could not be seen from the side.
Li Jingshen did not have a good life, but there were many people who lived worse off than him. He had no worries about food and clothing since he was born, and was born superior to others. Was he really bad?
就拿白邱璟来说，从小被抱错换到了厉家，成为佣人的孩子，每天挨揍训练，在刀口上舔血，必要的时候，还要代替雇主去死。
The old housekeeper didn't notice Shen Zhichu's unusual mood and continued, "His parents left when he was young, and the Li family's situation is not like that of an ordinary family. He has been in a dangerous place for a long time. He is sensitive, insecure, and lacks love... Maybe the memory did something wrong to you that you can't accept, but I believe the young master still has deep feelings for you. After all, you are the first woman he brought back."
Lack of love, this was not the first time she heard the word. Zhao Qian had said the same thing, and earnestly advised her to forgive Li Jingshen, saying that Li Jingshen did not understand love.
Where do you get the courage to use lack of love as an excuse to hurt others?
In the final analysis, the perpetrator is innocent and the victim is guilty.
Thinking about it, Shen Zhichu couldn't help but said sarcastically: "A man in his thirties still lacks love, why don't he recognize me as his mother and I love him well?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the old butler was stunned. He really didn't expect that such a gentle girl, who was so polite just now, would suddenly become so sharp-tongued.
The sneer on Shen Zhichu's face burst out without any disguise, and a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes, as cold as a knife.
The old housekeeper was speechless for a moment. She was sensitive to the fact that it was the words she said that angered her, but he didn't say anything. She was angry at just a few simple words. Obviously, Shen Zhichu was angry about the person, not the words.
Shen Zhichu was dissatisfied with Li Jingshen.
At this time, Li Jingshen also came out of the bathroom. As luck would have it, as soon as he came out, he heard Shen Zhichu say that a mother had to recognize her son.
The awkward atmosphere was broken by Li Jingshen. The old butler changed the subject and asked worriedly when he saw Li Jingshen's pale face.
"Mr. Li, are you okay with your pale face?"
Li Jingshen said with a pale face: "It's okay, it's just that it's cold and I have a cold."
The old housekeeper was a little worried. "Then I asked the kitchen to make some ginger soup. You can drink some later. You should feel better after a good sleep. The temperature in J City has dropped rapidly recently. It is cold. If your condition does not improve, you will have to call a doctor."
"I understand. Thank you, Uncle He."
Compared with other people in the Li family, the old butler is more like Li Jingshen's relative.
Li Jingshen did many rebellious things, such as fighting with his brothers, competing openly and secretly, and getting his head broken and bleeding. He even made Old Master Li so angry that he vomited blood.
It was common for them to be spanked, made to stand in the corner, kneel on a bench, or locked up in a small dark room without food.
Only the old housekeeper would take care of him, secretly stay by his side and talk to him, and bring him bread when he was locked up in a small dark room with no food to eat. After his parents died, he would teach him the principles of life so that he would not become a gangster, and he would often tell him stories about his parents.
"It's not a big deal. It's what I should do." The old butler went to the kitchen again with his cane. He was really worried, so after he left, he secretly asked the maid to keep an eye on them to prevent the two from quarreling.
Li Jingshen and Shen Zhichu didn't quarrel. One had a cold face and the other had no expression. Li Jingshen patted the non-existent dust on his thigh and sat on the sofa opposite Shen Zhichu.
The cough just now made his chest hurt. He picked up the teacup in front of him and drank a sip of hot tea. The warm tea slightly alleviated the dull pain.
The pain of lung cancer is no less severe than that of stomach cancer. It can also cause vomiting of blood. In the late stage of lung cancer, even breathing is a torture. The chest is swollen as if there is a balloon in it, and it seems that if a sharp needle is inserted into it, it will explode and fly everywhere.
Li Jingshen was a man accustomed to enduring pain. Even though he was in so much pain inside, he remained silent and said to Shen Zhichu without changing his expression, "As soon as I came out, I heard you say you wanted to be my mother."
Shen Zhichu was speechless for a moment, then after a moment of silence, he said, "Who made these people say that you lack love?"
"I'm not lacking in love." There was once someone who loved him as much as his life, and loved him for four whole years, filling all the loveless years in his life. He really was not lacking in love, but it was a pity that he repaid kindness with hatred and hurt the person who loved him the most.
Shen Zhichu met Li Jingshen's gaze calmly. Based on her understanding of Li Jingshen, she thought he would get angry and slap her, but she didn't expect him to care at all and even treated her words as a joke.
Shen Zhichu suddenly felt bored and listless. She stood up to leave, looked upstairs, then looked outside, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked outside.
When he reached the door, a huge force hit him from behind, and Shen Zhichu was pulled back, his back slamming into an embrace.
"Where are you going?"
"Go out and get some fresh air." Shen Zhichu pulled his hand away but couldn't, his face suddenly falling, "Let go."
"It's cold outside, don't go out, I'll take you upstairs." Li Jingshen pulled Shen Zhichu into the elevator and took him to the third floor.
Li Jingshen glanced back at Shen Zhichu's blue face: "Why are you so angry? I wasn't even angry when you just said you would be my mother."
Shen Zhichu said nothing and let Li Jingshen take her to a room.
"You stay here tonight and have a good rest. I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."
Shen Zhichu asked, "When will you return to Rongcheng?"
"After you follow me to the place I mentioned, we'll go back to Rongcheng."
Not only did he return to Chengdu, he also planned to let her go.
Li Jingshen's eyes suddenly became dim and mixed with bitterness, which was very puzzling. He let go of her hand.
The room was left to Shen Zhichu. This was the room where Li Jingshen had slept before. The decoration was decorated according to his preferences. The colors were cool and gray. The light here was also dim. It was clearly daytime, but the light inside seemed like dusk.
After Li Jingshen left, Shen Zhichu went over and opened all the curtains, but the light was not very good.
She glanced around. The room was very large, had everything, and was connected to the study.
It was obvious that this place was cleaned every day, there was no dust. The books on the bookshelf were a bit old, and it was obvious that they had been there for a long time.
His eyes scanned every place carefully: the floor, bookshelf, cabinet, desk, bed... Every place here faintly revealed the traces of Li Jingshen's life here.
She saw an album on the bookshelf, took it down and opened it. Most of the photos inside were Li Jingshen's photos. His age was written under the photos, from the full moon to his seventh birthday, and the rest was blank.
Li Jingshen has been really handsome since he was a child. He looks like an exquisite porcelain doll. His eyes back then were not as dangerous as they are now. They were a bit innocent, and his eyes were like black grapes.
In the photos, Li Jingshen is playing with building blocks, doing homework, drawing, and building Lego by himself. He is very serious and lonely.
Li Jingshen obviously doesn't like taking photos. He never looks at the camera and doesn't smile much.
The older he got, the stiffer his facial expressions became, like a piece of wood at the age of seven, and the light in his eyes had gone.
At the age of seven, Li Jingshen lost his parents.
Shen Zhichu put the photo album back to its original place, walked to the bed and sat down. In the corner of the bed against the wall, there was a simple drawing of a couple holding a child, with a small line of words below. The handwriting was childish and still blurry, but Shen Zhichu still recognized it.
——Mom and Dad, A Shen misses you.
There are obvious signs of mold erosion on the floor perpendicular to the wall. If the floor remains damp for a long time and is not managed over time, it will become moldy.
Chen Zhichu looked at the moldy spot, somewhat dazed, and what came to his mind was the image of a seven or eight-year-old child curled up in a corner, silently shedding tears and sobbing.
Shen Zhichu closed her eyes and shook off the images in her mind. She opened her bag and took out her cell phone. The phone was still not connected to the internet, so she could only check the time.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Zhichu turned on the Internet. Perhaps because there were too many messages, the phone was unable to respond for a while and began to freeze.
(Happy birthday, Chuchu from another world, on May 21st.)
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