In a remote corner of the city, in the small house Jiang Zhi rented alone, the dim light cast long shadows on the simple furniture. Jiang Zhi sat on the worn sofa, surrounded by silence, with only the occasional sound of cars passing by on the street outside. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her thoughts drifting back to the past time with Shen Qingchen.
They once strolled along the paths of a park covered in blossoms, the sunlight filtering through the leaves onto them, like a path paved with broken gold. Shen Qingchen's deep and gentle eyes always followed her closely, a doting smile playing on his lips. He would gently take her hand, pressing it against his cheek, feeling the warmth of each other. Those busy days together in the kitchen at home were also filled with laughter. Shen Qingchen clumsily learned to cook, but always made a mess. When Jiang Zhi pretended to be angry and scolded him, he would hug her from behind, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, instantly softening her heart.
Yet, everything has changed. A flicker of pain and struggle flashed across Jiang Zhi's eyes, and her hand unconsciously caressed her slightly swollen belly. Ever since she learned she was pregnant, her heart had become even more complicated. This child should have been the fruit of their love, the continuation of their happiness, but now, forced to grow up in such a turbulent environment. She was fully aware of the dangers she faced. Every time she ventured out to search for clues, every time she encountered threats from a mysterious organization, she trembled with fear, not for herself, but for the two innocent lives she carried within her.
On countless lonely nights, Jiang Zhi often woke from nightmares. In her dreams, Shen Qingchen's cold gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart. She saw herself running desperately in the darkness, pursued by a mysterious organization, while Shen Qingchen stood in the distance, motionless, as if an unbridgeable chasm separated them. Every time she woke from such a dream, she couldn't help but burst into tears, soaking her pillow. She couldn't understand why the vows they had made could be so easily broken, why fate had to play such a cruel joke on her.
But whenever she calmed down and recalled the subtle changes in Shen Qingchen's expression when he filed for divorce, the pain and helplessness hidden deep in his eyes, she could sense that he seemed to have something unspeakable. She remembered his meticulous care for her, those little bits of love that were not fake. His gentleness, his deep affection, were deeply engraved in her heart. She knew that Shen Qingchen might have made this choice to protect her, but the hurt he had caused her was real, and she could not let it go.
Amidst this torment of conflicting emotions, Jiang Zhi's days dragged on. She continued to push through her exhausted body, pursuing clues to the mysterious organization. She would traverse the city's streets and alleys, cautiously approaching those who might know the truth. She learned to conceal her true feelings in the crowd, masking her inner vulnerability with a cold exterior.
Once, she was searching for an ancient tome that might be relevant to the case at a used book market. In a corner filled with the scent of worn paper, she stumbled upon a collection of poems Shen Qingchen had once recommended to her. With trembling hands, she picked up the book and flipped open the pages, only to be greeted by familiar verses they had once recited together in the afternoon sun. At that moment, a mixture of emotions washed over her, tears welling up in her eyes. She almost wanted to give up everything and return to Shen Qingchen, if only to see him once more, to feel his embrace once more.
However, her unwavering pursuit of justice, her thirst for the truth about Tang Junxi and the murder of Shen Qingchen's father, held her back. She knew now was not the time for sentimental sentimentality. If she couldn't uncover the true face of the mysterious organization and avenge her family, there would never be true peace between her and Shen Qingchen. She clutched the poetry collection tightly to her chest, as if it were her only connection to the past. Then, taking a deep breath, she suppressed the longing and pain in her heart and continued on her way.
During this process, Jiang Zhi also met some people who had had interactions with Shen Qingchen. They were either former employees of the Shen Group or former business partners. Whenever she talked to these people, she would deliberately avoid the topic of Shen Qingchen, but her ears would always unconsciously prick up, wanting to hear even a little bit of news about him. There was an old secretary who was once deeply trusted by Shen Qingchen in the Shen Group. Seeing Jiang Zhi's current appearance, her eyes were full of sympathy and regret. She couldn't help but say to Jiang Zhi: "Miss Jiang, I know that Mr. must have his own difficulties. We all see his feelings for you." Jiang Zhi just nodded slightly and said nothing, but a wave of waves was set off in her heart.
As time went by, Jiang Zhi's body grew heavier, her movements becoming increasingly difficult. Yet, she never stopped her investigation. Using her ingenuity, she connected with distant sources online, analyzing complex data and intelligence. She often sat at her computer for entire days, ignoring fatigue and discomfort. Her eyes remained steadfast, revealing a reckless determination to achieve her goal.
Deep down, her longing for Shen Qingchen was like a seed, growing silently in the darkness. In the dead of night, she would face the bright moon outside the window and whisper her longing and confusion. She didn't know where Shen Qingchen was now, how she was doing, or whether she missed them as much as she did. This longing and conflicting emotions, like an invisible net, bound her tightly, but also became a source of strength for her to persevere on this difficult road. She told herself that no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, no matter how much pain she felt in her heart, she would continue to move forward bravely until the day the truth came to light.
The author has something to say:
In this chapter, we delve deeper into Jiang Zhi's inner struggles. She is no longer the relentless pursuer of revenge, but a woman of flesh and blood, rife with emotional conflict. Love and hatred, longing and resentment intertwine within her, lending her character a deeper and more complete character. This emotional entanglement also adds further tension and suspense to the subsequent story. Jiang Zhi's perseverance and growth amidst adversity are not merely a reflection of her dedication to her goal of revenge, but also a challenge and transcendence of her inner self. We hope readers will empathize with her pain and strength, and understand every choice she makes in this complex situation. We also hope that as the story progresses, you will continue to follow Jiang Zhi as she strikes a balance between emotion and justice, ultimately reaching her destiny.
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