Chapter 7 Let's Divorce
Shen Zhichu's eyes were dead silent, and there was no sign of wanting to live in them, which made Qin Mo very panicked. "Chuchu, don't you have anything you want?"
"What I want." Shen Zhichu's eyes were blank at this moment, and her face suddenly turned cold. She put her hands to cover her eyes, and her palms were wet. Only then did she realize that she was crying.
"Qin Mo, in my life, except for not having seen my mother, what do I have? Wealth, power, even the person I have loved for so many years is by my side." Everything she wanted was in front of her, within reach, but she couldn't get it.
Shen Zhichu obviously didn't want to continue discussing this topic with him. He turned around and sat at the computer to continue processing documents. Qin Mo's visit today was equivalent to no persuasion. Now Shen Zhichu locked himself in a small and dark space and no one could enter.
"Does Li Jingshen know that you are sick?"
"He doesn't know, and I don't want him to know." Whether she was sick or not, she was always the proud Shen Zhichu. She never bothered to use her illness to gain sympathy. Besides, Li Jingshen might not sympathize with her. Knowing that she was dying, he would at most feel sorry that her mobile blood bank could no longer draw blood for Xia Mingyue.
Qin Mo was silent, and finally sighed softly. He took out two bottles of medicine from his bag and placed them on the coffee table, one bottle of strong painkiller and one bottle of anti-cancer drug.
"Stop drinking coffee, take your medicine properly, and eat on time..."
After Qin Mo gave a bunch of instructions, he took a deep breath and left.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Shen Zhichu looked up at the two bottles of medicine on the coffee table, then took out his cell phone and glanced at the text messages. There was nothing except work news.
…….
Li Jingshen hadn't been home for another half a month. Shen Zhichu gave up her previous habits bit by bit. She no longer left the lights on for him, and no longer cooked for him when he came back. But she still couldn't give up the habit of looking at her phone late at night.
She thought she could get rid of her feelings for Li Jingshen all at once, but this feeling was like a poisonous seedling, which penetrated into the heart and poisoned the bone marrow. You never know how terrible it is. By the time you react, it has grown into a towering tree, blocking all the light. If she wants to quit, she has to cut it down and uproot it. It is something that grows on the heart, involving the softest and most delicate flesh. Just thinking about it makes her heart ache.
Shen Zhichu clicked on the contact list. Li Jingshen was the only one there, so she pressed it.
I called three times in a row, but no one answered. This is common and there is nothing to be disappointed about. Apart from feeling a little cold in the heart, the rest of the feeling is numbness.
Chen Zhichu continued to fight tirelessly, and this was the first time he had been so persistent since they got married.
"Beep...beep..." The fourth call rang for a long time. Perhaps because he was annoyed by her calls, Li Jingshen finally picked up the phone.
"What's up?"
Li Jingshen's voice reached Shen Zhichu's ears through the phone, not much warmer than her hand.
There are also benefits to not having contact for seventeen days. At least her emotions are stable and she didn't cry in front of Li Jingshen.
Shen Zhichu's voice was a little hoarse: "Can you spare some time to come back the day after tomorrow weekend?"
"What? I haven't touched you for half a month, and you're so anxious to get close to me? Shen Zhichu, are you a cheapskate?"
Shen Zhichu's body stiffened.
The person who falls in love first and loves the most is destined to not be equal in feelings. What's more, Li Jingshen has never loved her, and she is as humble as dirt.
Shen Zhichu said patiently: "I have something important to talk to you about. It's what you have always wanted. Are you sure you don't want to come back?"
Li Jingshen didn't reply to him. There was a noise coming from the phone. Listening carefully, he could tell it was Xia Mingyue's voice, warm, soft and sweet. Shen Zhichu couldn't hear what she said clearly. He only heard Li Jingshen's magnetic voice and said, "Sleep well, I'll keep you company."
The window seemed to be open, otherwise why would she feel so cold?
Shen Zhichu suddenly felt chest tightness, so tight that she couldn't breathe. She covered her chest and gasped for air, like a fish thrown ashore, on the verge of death.
Shen Zhichu groaned, his stomach twisted, and a mouthful of blood choked in his throat.
The other end of the phone gradually became quiet, and Li Jingshen replied to her: "What is it?"
Shen Zhichu swallowed the blood in his mouth and pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Li Jingshen, if I told you that I was dying, would you feel the slightest bit sorry for me?"
"Heh." Li Jingshen sneered, his voice cold. "Chen Zhichu, what tricks are you trying to play? Don't I know your body well? What disease can you have? Mental illness? Or paranoia?"
Shen Zhichu's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and the pain continued to rise. What did he know about her body? What a ridiculous statement. Perhaps her haggardness was not worth mentioning to Li Jingshen. It was just that her mental illness was real. It was because of mental illness that she had been obsessed with him for sixteen years.
Before Shen Zhichu could say anything, Xia Mingyue couldn't help but persuade him, "Shen Jing, Shen Zhichu misses you, so go back and see him."
Shen Zhichu heard these words clearly, and she suddenly felt sick. She thought she was so stupid that she asked such a humiliating question, and even asked Li Jingshen's lover to pity her and persuade her man to go home.
She finally figured it out. Li Jingshen had been having fun with Xia Mingyue for more than half a month, and he never thought of her, a useless item.
Chen Zhichu thought about the past four years and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Shen Zhichu didn't know when the call was hung up. She just held the phone, her hand was a little stiff, and she slowly put it down. The phone screen had already gone black.
Shen Zhichu took a deep breath, and blood flowed from the corner of her lips. She reached out to wipe it off, and her hands were covered with blood. The blood sticking to her hands made her feel uncomfortable. Shen Zhichu ignored it and continued to hold the phone and sent a text message to Li Jingshen.
"Let's get a divorce."
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