Chapter 722 The Baby's Breath Blooms
After the driver went downstairs, the housekeeper asked him, "Why did you come down? Where is Mr. Lu?"
"I think Mr. Lu must be crazy. He actually turned on the hair dryer to blow my hair, Miss Shen, and kept saying that Miss Shen was not dead..."
Aunt Lin, who was standing by, burst into tears again. "What a sin... What will happen to these two children in the future?"
No one thought that Shen Qing would commit suicide in this way. There was no sign at all. For so long, everyone saw that Lu Tingchuan was really good to Shen Qing.
Shen Qingsha has been taken care of by Lu Tingchuan these days, and he takes much better care of her than the maids do.
No one could understand why Shen Qing chose to commit suicide and even gave up her two children. Was she really so cruel?
But in fact, she is not cruel, but she is heartbroken. She doesn't even want her own life.
Lu Tingchuan was indeed very good to her when she was stupid, but the things between them could not be made up by these good things alone. She couldn't get over her own difficulties. She couldn't forgive the person who hurt her, and would not allow herself to go back and be with him.
Just like what she said at the beginning, if she forgave Lu Tingchuan, she would deserve to die, so she chose death and ended her life in the most useless way.
Life is too painful.
There is always a shortage of bystanders in this world who judge other people's experiences with their own eyes. When they see Lu Tingchuan taking care of Shen Qing, they conclude that he is good to her, and if she does not accept it, she is ungrateful.
But it was Lu Tingchuan who indirectly turned Shen Qing into a fool, it was Lu Tingchuan who cruelly aborted the child in her belly, and it was also Lu Tingchuan who drove her into depression...
The one who has always been stuck in the quagmire is Shen Qing herself. Lu Tingchuan just fell briefly. They are used to Lu Tingchuan's superior appearance. Suddenly seeing him fall into the quagmire, the strong gap makes people feel that he is very pitiful. But the one who has always been struggling in the quagmire is her, Shen Qing.
"If Shen Qing really felt that Mr. Lu treated her well, she would not choose to commit suicide in this way." Finally someone told the truth, and the room was silent for a while.
The driver asked, “What do we do now?”
"Call the police and let them handle it. We can't let Mr. Lu hold Shen Qing's body all the time."
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Lu Tingchuan hugged Shen Qing and cried. No one would have thought that this cold-blooded and ruthless man would cry so heartbreakingly one day. The breath of despair pressed down on him.
For a moment, he seemed to be back to the time when he was five years old, in the same season, with a damp ground, a messy bathroom, and a bathtub full of water. His mother was lying quietly in it, her face pale.
And today, Shen Qing was the same... They all left him in the most painful way and said goodbye to this world.
Lu Tingchuan held the half-full cup of milk tea. "Haven't you been waiting for me at home? Wait until I bring you some milk tea. This is your favorite mango pudding. I didn't let you drink it normally because I was worried that you might drink too much. You need to control your sugar intake when you're pregnant. Now that you've given birth, you can drink it..."
Lu Tingchuan seemed to have hysteria, living in his own world. He thought Shen Qing was just asleep and she was not dead.
"Are you blaming me for only bringing you half a cup of milk tea? It's my fault. I accidentally spilled it, but it's still drinkable. I've wiped the cup clean. I'll feed you." Lu Tingchuan wanted to find a straw, but couldn't find it. He might have dropped it in the car.
He opened the lid of the cup, held up the back of Shen Qing's head and wanted to feed the milk tea into her mouth, but a dead person couldn't drink milk tea, so the milk flowed down the corners of her mouth and down her neck.
Lu Tingchuan hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe Shen Qing's face, and said "I'm sorry" with tears in his eyes, saying that he didn't mean to do it, and didn't mean to dirty Shen Qing.
At night, the two children were unwilling to sleep without Shen Qing singing to comfort them. They were usually very well-behaved, but perhaps they sensed their mother's departure and cried sadly with their mouths open.
Two little hands stretched up, hoping that their mother would hug them.
The maid was busy and frantic trying to coax the child. Finally, he fell asleep with a pouty mouth after he was tired from crying. His face was red from crying, and there were even traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.
That night, the child slept uneasily. He woke up and cried, then fell asleep again. His voice became hoarse and he had a fever. The family doctor came to give the child an infusion and an injection. The needle was stuck in his head, and it was painful just to look at it.
Fortunately, thanks to the effect of the medicine, the two children finally fell asleep.
As for the children's father, Lu Tingchuan, he was lying on the bed holding Shen Qing and talking about the past.
The next day, the police came, but were driven out by Lu Tingchuan before they even entered the house. He refused to let them in to take Shen Qing away no matter what.
This hug lasted for seven days, and even though the air conditioner was on in the bedroom, Shen Qing still had a smell on her body.
Lu Tingchuan hugged Shen Qing almost morbidly and obsessively, talking to her as he used to, telling her about the past.
On August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was full. Lu Tingchuan picked up Princess Shen Qing and sat on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains were all opened, and from here they could just enjoy the moonlight outside.
Logically speaking, the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival should be big, round and bright, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is not round or bright, not at all.
Lu Tingchuan looked at the baby's breath downstairs. The moonlight mixed with the lights scattered all over the ground. The sky and the ground were full of stars. The baby's breath bloomed on the seventh day after Shen Qing's death.
It is said that the seventh day after a person's death is the night when the soul returns to the places where it has been in its previous life. Will Shen Qing come back?
Lu Tingchuan looked at Shen Qing in his arms, "Will you come back? I miss you, can you please look at me?"
No one replied to him.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door. The locked door was banged and shook. About half an hour later, the door was opened by someone outside.
More than a dozen people rushed in, including the family's servants, policemen, and doctors holding needles.
They pressed Lu Tingchuan to the ground. Lu Tingchuan's strength had slowly drained away over the past seven days. The police easily pinned him to the ground, and Shen Qing, who was in his arms, fell off him.
Lu Tingchuan struggled desperately: "Let me go! Let me go!" He wanted to hug Shen Qing, but Shen Qing had just fallen to the ground and she was in so much pain.
The person holding him down was like a heavy shackle, preventing him from moving. His face was rubbed red on the ground, and he couldn't get up. He could only watch Shen Qing being carried away. He stretched out his hands: "No, don't take her away... Please leave her to me..."
These people who suddenly broke in took Shen Qing away without saying a word, as if they didn't hear his pleas at all. The doctor also came forward with a syringe in his hand and injected it into his arm. Every once in a while, Lu Tingchuan could not control his consciousness and fell into darkness.
In this invisible dark world, he suddenly dreamed of his previous life, and remembered that he had also been unable to obtain what he wanted in his previous life.
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