Shen Sihua lay dying in the corner. His spleen had been removed, and his legs had been broken without treatment. The wounds on his knees had formed pustules, attracting mosquitoes and flies to bite them, leaving them like a pool of rotten meat.
“Jiaojiao…”
"Why don't you just...?"
"Shut up!" Shen Jiaoru scolded fiercely, glaring at the lingering Shen Sihua fiercely: "Shen Sihua, I am like this now because of you. I will never sell myself for money!"
"Then take me to the hospital. I'm in so much pain..."
"Heh, this is all your own fault!" Shen Jiaoru glanced at Shen Sihua coldly. Ever since Shen Sihua was crippled, she no longer took Shen Sihua seriously. She hated Shen Sihua to death. It was because of Shen Sihua that Fu Jinbai treated her like this!
"You..." Shen Sihua's forehead veins bulged, and he pointed at Shen Jiaoru with a trembling hand. Seeing her cold and ruthless face, he could only close his eyes helplessly, and a tear of regret and despair flowed from the corner of his eyes.
Shen Jiaoru snorted coldly, covered her aching abdomen and returned to the bed, looking at the ceiling in confusion.
She doesn't want to live like this anymore.
Now that Fu Jinbai didn't kill her, she was already better than in her previous life.
If she could make money on her own...
Shen Jiaoru glanced back at the trash can, and a strange feeling flashed through her mind.
Another day passed. Shen Jiaoru clenched her fists and walked to the trash can, staring at the red business card with a trace of struggle in her eyes. After a few seconds, she reached out to pick it up, held it tightly in her hand, and left.
One bodyguard was guarding the door, while the other followed her from a distance.
Shen Jiaoru tried her best not to care. According to the address on the business card, she walked into a high-end club. When the manager saw her handing over the business card, a strange look flashed in his eyes. He then took her to the top floor after a few days of training.
Within a few days, the news that the eldest daughter of the Shen family was in the club spread throughout the entire circle.
Many rich boys who had been oppressed and bullied by Chen Jiaoru came to her one after another, asking for her by name.
In a short time, Shen Jiaoru became a "big celebrity" in the high-end club.
Shen Jiaoru also resisted at the beginning but ended up enjoying it. Even if she made money, she couldn't leave the slums.
That day, Shen Jiaoru returned to the slums. As soon as she opened the door, a foul smell hit her in the face. She frowned in disgust, turned on the light, and saw black flies surrounding Shen Sihua.
She impatiently threw the leftovers she was packing over to him: "Don't play dead, I brought you some food."
Hua was lost in thought, not moving a muscle.
Shen Jiaoru's heart skipped a beat. She walked over carefully and took a look. She saw Shen Sihua's ashen face. She gasped and put her fingers tremblingly under Shen Sihua's nose.
No breathing!
Shen Jiaoru collapsed on the ground, her eyes wide open in horror.
Her dad is dead!?
When will you die?!
Shen Jiaoru tried hard to recall, but she couldn't remember anything. She only remembered that Shen Sihua seemed to have been quiet for the past two days.
Her tears suddenly overflowed, and she cried and begged the bodyguard to let her take Shen Sihua's body for burial.
The two bodyguards remained calm, and one of them said, "How can that be? You have to stay in this house with Shen Sihua for the rest of your life."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jiaoru trembled all over and broke down in tears. She looked at Shen Sihua's gradually rotting body in horror, and was so disgusted that she vomited on the spot while holding the trash can.
Later, Shen Jiaoru indulged in the extravagant life in the high-end club and became addicted to sex.
After only three months, she contracted a liver disease and was fired by the manager of the high-end club. She was forced to live in a small house in the slums.
Shen Sihua's body was gnawed by rats until only bones were left.
Shen Jiaoru huddled in bed, watching with her own eyes the rats and cockroaches pile up on Shen Sihua's body. Her stomach churned, and she vomited again with an ugly expression. She stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, her whole body cold.
A week later, Shen Jiaoru finally suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide by cutting her wrists.
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Fu's house.
"Mr. Fu, Chen Jiaoru is dead." Special Assistant Zhou took a tablet and handed the surveillance footage inside the slum to Fu Jinbai.
Fu Jinbai just glanced at it lightly, and a plain "hmm" came out of his throat. He turned his head to glance at the entrance of the second floor, and his dark and slender brows were slightly frowned.
Why hasn’t my wife changed her clothes yet?
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