Chapter 690: That high-spirited man died in Mayday
Shen Qing cursed him like this, but he still didn't know Jiang Yiming was dead. If she knew...
Lu Tingchuan felt a chill in his chest, and his tongue seemed to have been taken away by an eagle, making him unable to speak.
The chill in his heart was now spreading through his blood to his limbs, and even his scalp was numb with cold. He wanted to change the subject, but his mind was full of Shen Qing's curse and the news of Jiang Yiming's death.
"Shen Qing, let's have a child, so you will have relatives."
Shen Qing wanted to laugh when she heard this. Lu Tingchuan actually talked to her about having a child under such circumstances.
Lu Tingchuan paused, then continued, "It doesn't matter if it's not your child. We can adopt from an orphanage, or find a surrogate mother abroad."
Lu Tingchuan was nervous. It was the first time he was so anxiously waiting for an answer. He didn't know what to do to keep Shen Qing.
Shen Qing hated him to the core. In her heart, he was perhaps the despair of having no one to warm her in the cold winter, or the sadness of having no light in the darkness forever.
He had never wanted to keep someone's heart so much, so he could only use a child to keep her.
Shen Qing's eyes slowly moved as he looked Lu Tingchuan up and down.
Lu Tingchuan was like this, putting on a disgusting and hypocritical face of concern. He pretended so well, as if the person who had forced her into the bathroom and raped her was not him.
Give a slap and then give a candy, she never cares about the abuser's gentleness, that kind of gentleness is too disgusting, she dares to accept it, then all the pain she has experienced is deserved, she is cheap!
She had been a lowly woman for too long, a year, and the moment Lu Tingchuan sent her to Li Jingshen's bed, she woke up.
"Lu Tingchuan, what do you think life is? Why are you wasting it like this?"
Lu Tingchuan was speechless for a moment. He didn't want to waste his life. He just wanted Shen Qing to divert her attention and not focus on hatred and the path of "chronic suicide".
It's inevitable for people to cling to things they recognize at first sight, and Lu Tingchuan is no exception. He can't let go of Shen Qing.
Aunt Lin had cooked porridge in the evening. When she knew Shen Qing was awake, she went to heat up the porridge and brought it over.
Aunt Lin originally wanted to feed Shen Qing herself, but just as she picked up the food, Lu Tingchuan snatched it away.
Shen Qing was leaning against the headboard, with a soft pillow pressing against his lower back. His face was as pale as the wall behind him, gray and bloodless.
Lu Tingchuan scooped half a spoonful with a spoon, blew on it, and then handed it to Shen Qing's lips: "Eat something, don't hurt your body."
Shen Qing sneered. Her body had been broken for a long time. Not only her body but also her heart was rotten, like a rotten orange or a worm in a gutter.
Shen Qing turned her face away and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see Lu Tingchuan. Out of sight, out of mind.
Lu Tingchuan's hand was awkwardly stretched out in the air, neither feeding nor letting go.
"This porridge was just made by Aunt Lin last night. I added your favorite red dates. It can replenish qi and blood."
Shen Qing had no appetite. No matter how much she loved something, as long as it was handed to her by Lu Tingchuan, it was poison.
Lu Tingchuan didn't want to lose his temper with Shen Qing. He was used to giving people a slap in the face and then a sweet treat. He had a short patience and might have thrown the bowl in anger before. But he held back now because he felt guilty towards Shen Qing. Thinking about Shen Qing lying in bed with injuries on his body, it was all because of him.
Jiang Yiming's death made him feel even more guilty, and he was afraid that Shen Qing would find out.
Lu Tingchuan coaxed her patiently: "Be good, open your mouth..."
Shen Qing still had her eyes closed, and just when the atmosphere was about to collapse, Aunt Lin spoke.
"Mr. Lu, let me do it." She was afraid that if she didn't stand up, Lu Tingchuan would beat Shen Qing again.
Shen Qing is already pitiful enough now, if he hits anyone again he will die.
Lu Tingchuan handed the bowl to Aunt Lin. Aunt Lin went over and scooped a spoonful of porridge, almost begging: "Miss Shen, please eat some."
Shen Qing opened his eyes, lowered his gaze, and ate the porridge in the spoon.
Lu Tingchuan felt a tightness in his stomach. After watching Shen Qing finish half a bowl of rice, he said, "The school has asked for your leave. You have been staying at home recently and are not allowed to go out."
Without waiting for Shen Qing to answer, he turned and left.
Aunt Lin scooped a spoonful of Shen Qing's food and ate it until the bowl was empty. She asked, "Miss Shen, do you want more?"
Shen Qing shook his head: "I can't eat anymore."
She almost forced herself to finish the bowl of porridge, and her churning stomach was blocked in her throat by her clenched teeth.
Aunt Lin was holding the bowl, feeling a little awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she finally said, "Miss Chen, you should obey Lu Tingchuan in everything. Since you can't escape, you might as well be obedient and make your life better."
Obedient? She was tired of hearing these two words. It was because of her obedience that Lu Tingchuan kept her here like a pet. It was because of her obedience that the people around her kept getting hurt.
"Aunt Lin, instead of persuading me to be more obedient, why don't you persuade him to be more kind?"
Shen Qing's eyebrows were drooping, and she looked sickly. "Also, Aunt Lin, I never thought I could live a better life with Lu Tingchuan. If possible, I want Lu Tingchuan to kill me."
Aunt Lin felt blocked in her heart. She understood the principle of not advising others to be kind without having experienced their suffering, but she really just wanted Shen Qing to live a better life. However, she never expected that living would be hopeless for Shen Qing.
Aunt Lin saw that Shen Qing looked tired, so she cleaned up the dishes and went downstairs, leaving Shen Qing some space to rest.
Shen Qing touched her stomach, which was so full that she felt like vomiting. After eating and talking for a few words, she regained consciousness. She went to look for her cell phone as usual, but found that there was no internet connection. She could only check the time.
She threw the phone aside, and her cold hands retracted into the quilt, clenching it tremblingly.
June 1st, Shen Qing had long forgotten such a day. Everyone knew that day was Children's Day, but no one cared that it was Shen Qing's birthday.
If Lu Tingchuan hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten that her birthday was just a few hours away.
Jiang Yiming's birthday is on May 30th and her birthday is on June 1st, so there is one day between them.
Last winter, the two of them talked about each other's birthdays and agreed to celebrate them together, so they decided to celebrate on May 31st. They would go to the beach together, enjoy the evening breeze, and if there were stars, they would watch them together. If there were no stars, they would wait for the sun to rise above the horizon at six o'clock. If there was no sun and it rained, they would share an umbrella, eat hot pot in the rain, sing birthday songs to each other, and send each other blessings...
A year had passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, everything had changed. How was Jiang Yiming doing now? Did he hate the world? Did he blame her? Did he hate her?
On May 30th, she should have said happy birthday to Jiang Yiming, but all she could do was look at him from afar and wave goodbye.
What Shen Qing didn't expect was that this farewell became a permanent farewell, and she would never see Jiang Yiming again.
The high-spirited Jiang Yiming died in this Mayday.
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