Chapter 59 Kiss I want to kiss you.
Sunlight streamed gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the first-floor restaurant of Xiaoming Building in its glow. Outside, the clear sky shone like a sapphire, and the damp leaves swayed softly in the breeze, refracting countless points of light.
Ling Shu nestled in a comfortable chair, her slender fingers holding a glass of orange juice.
Sheng Yun Shen sat beside her, the sunlight falling on him and outlining his elegant features.
The tablet computer next to me was playing the morning news.
The female news anchor's face beamed with excitement, her voice soaring: "...This is truly an unbelievable miracle! Overnight, all abnormal natural disasters around the world have disappeared, and we have finally ushered in a hopeful morning..."
At the bottom of the screen, live news reports on clearing rubble and providing rescue and resettlement services from various places scrolled by. Everyone in the images looked exhausted, but their eyes were full of hope.
It seems that humanity has only experienced a minor setback, and has once again ushered in the dawn of hope.
The future is bright. As long as this is true, people can be filled with hope and rebuild their homes from the ruins.
Ling Shu shifted her gaze from the screen back to Sheng Yun Shen's face, looking at his calm profile bathed in sunlight: "Dog, do you think the rain stopping means the future has been changed?"
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Sheng Yunshen answered with a relaxed smile, "Yes."
Ling Shu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Your answer is very certain."
Something's definitely not right.
Sheng Yun Shen chuckled: "Because I personally drove away the apocalypse."
Ling Shu: "Huh?"
Drive them away? What does that mean?
Sheng Yun Shen said it casually: "Last night, I met something in charge of the apocalypse. After my friendly and patient persuasion, it decided to see the error of its ways, abandon evil and do good, give up the apocalypse, and restore peace to mankind."
"ah?"
Ling Shu was a little skeptical, "Really friendly and patient?"
Sheng Yun paused for a moment, then admitted truthfully, "Okay, actually... the process wasn't very friendly, and the other party really didn't have much patience."
Ling Shu snorted and said sternly, "Hurry up and tell the truth!"
Sheng Yun Shen chuckled softly.
He hadn't actually intended to hide it from her. He hadn't told her before because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to do it and would disappoint her. Now that he had, the domineering CEO naturally wanted to use it to show off to his beloved.
However, this story seems to be a bit long.
"This story begins on the first night after I woke up from the car accident..." His voice calmed down, carrying a hint of distant reminiscence, "Normally, everything in front of me is pitch black, but when the clock strikes twelve, my consciousness is pulled by an invisible force and plunges into a frozen wasteland..."
Sheng Yun Shen slowly recounted the story to Ling Shu, talking about the vast and desolate snowfield, the Doomsday Clock standing on the snowfield, and how the markings on the Doomsday Clock would advance one mark every day.
He didn't know what the markings on the Doomsday Clock represented at the time.
It wasn't until Ling Shu arrived and told the Sheng family from the bottom of her heart that there were only two short months left until the end of the world.
Hearing him say this, Ling Shu was startled and raised her hand to interrupt him: "Wait, what did you say, innermost thoughts? Whose innermost thoughts?"
Sheng Yun Shen's words came to an abrupt halt, and he himself was stunned for a moment.
He actually said it?
There was something I couldn't tell Ling Shu before.
Caught off guard, he blurted out the words and even took a few seconds to reorganize his thoughts before confessing, "Yes, your innermost thoughts... including mine, all members of the Sheng family can occasionally hear your innermost thoughts."
Ling Shu's eyes widened as details she had previously overlooked gradually came to light.
She suddenly realized, "No wonder! No wonder Yunyun and my brother seemed to have foreseen the future and were able to discover Jian Yicheng and Bai Yue's problems in advance!"
At the time, Ling Shu thought it was all a butterfly effect and didn't think much of it.
It turns out that it was my own inner thoughts that reminded them.
After a brief shock, Ling Shu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her expression gradually relaxed, and a smile returned to her eyes: "It's good, at least not all my thoughts were heard. Otherwise, with all sorts of random thoughts in my head all day long, wouldn't I be driving you crazy?"
She spoke lightly, as if she were discussing a trivial matter.
Her reaction surprised Sheng Yun Shen: "Ling Shu, aren't you afraid?"
“Scared?” Ling Shu tilted her head. “From the beginning, you all knew that I came from a book, or from another post-apocalyptic world, but you weren’t scared.”
From Sheng Zhujun to Qin Hong, everyone acted naturally in front of her and was never frightened by her inner thoughts.
Moreover, the Sheng family treated her very well.
Ling Shu didn't feel there was anything to be afraid of.
She steered the conversation back on track: "Go on, what did you do after you learned about the Doomsday Clock's function?"
Sheng Yun Shen's tone returned to calm: "Do you remember the ruby ring you bought for me at the auction? Since I put it on, I have gained the ability to communicate with your consciousness. At the same time, I also discovered that the first crack appeared on the dial of the Doomsday Clock. From then on, I began to suspect that 'Doomsday' is not as invincible as it seems. Perhaps... it can be changed."
He spoke casually, but Ling Shu's expression was somewhat strange: "Wait, you mean, you headbutted it?"
Sheng Yun Shen: "...To be precise, it's using my consciousness, not my body."
Ling Shu gasped: "You bump into each other every night?"
Sheng Yun Shen: "Yeah, we bump into each other every night."
Ling Shu's eyes widened: "How long was the collision?"
Sheng Yun Shen: "..."
Something feels off about this conversation.
He thought for a moment, "About a month."
He couldn't quite remember which day it started.
Ling Shu remained silent.
Sheng Yun Shen coughed lightly, then explained, "Anyway, I'm just idling around all day. It's actually quite nice to have something productive to do..."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Ling Shu suddenly asked.
Sheng Yun Shen paused: "...Huh?"
Ling Shu repeated her question: "I mean, it hurts, doesn't it? Using your weak consciousness to strike the solid Doomsday Bell, Sheng Yun Shen, it hurts, doesn't it?"
Now it was Sheng Yun Shen's turn to fall silent.
The pain was truly excruciating, a pain that transcended all physical constraints and was a form of torture that truly affected the soul.
After each impact, it felt like countless steel needles were piercing my skull, stars were flashing before my eyes, and the whole world was shaking violently in excruciating pain.
However, since Ling Shu had asked, he chose to answer casually, "It doesn't hurt much."
A real man must be stubborn.
Ling Shu said, "Anyone who lies to me is a dog."
Sheng Yun Shen: "..."
That's really true...
He paused for a moment, then paused again, and finally gave in, replying in a low voice, "...Woof."
A sudden warmth spread across my forehead.
Ling Shu's soft, warm fingertips gently touched Sheng Yun Shen's forehead. His body was stiff and numb, but all his nerve endings seemed to awaken completely at that moment, screaming and rushing towards the spot where her fingers had landed.
He could feel her fingertips brushing his forehead, gently brushing aside his falling black hair, as soft as a feather.
Ling Shu asked again, "And then?"
"later……"
Sheng Yun Shen chuckled, "Just as the Doomsday Clock was about to collapse, a strange thing appeared, trying to stop me. It had no physical form, only a voice, and it didn't sound human; it might be some kind of consciousness."
He told Ling Shu about his conversation with the mechanical male voice, including information revealed by the mechanical male voice such as "main storyline," "anchor point," and "disruptor."
“I fought it for a while, and when I felt its power weakening, I immediately took action and completely destroyed the Doomsday Bell. When I regained consciousness, I happened to hear you and Professor Xie talking.” Sheng Yun Shen also downplayed the heart-stopping moment of striking the bell. “Ling Shu, thank you for bringing Professor Xie in time. I could feel that it was Professor Xie’s treatment that replenished my strength, which gave me the ability to fight against it.”
Sheng Yun had a premonition that if he relied solely on himself, he probably wouldn't be able to resist the will of the mechanical male voice. He would be forever imprisoned in that icy wasteland, unable to move an inch, and would have to watch helplessly as the end of the world came.
Professor Xie's treatment gave him strength, Ling Shu's care and encouragement gave him courage, and his family members, who were healed by Ling Shu, the "disruptor," became his pillars.
That's why he was able to fight against unpredictable fate with the strength of an ordinary person.
Ling Shu clicked her tongue in amazement: "What on earth is this thing? It actually gave me such a cool name."
The word "disruptor" sounds like it implies someone who stirs up trouble.
Last night, while she and Professor Xie were working hard to treat him, Sheng Yun Shen was actually doing something so important. In some mysterious way, their destinies intertwined, together altering a terrifying future.
Ling Shu patted Sheng Yun Shen's head and said gently, "You worked hard last night."
"Thank you for driving away the apocalypse."
The touch of his fingers gently left his forehead, followed by a warm breath, carrying the fresh scent of oranges, pressing against his forehead.
Sheng Yunshen couldn't see it, but he could feel Ling Shu gently kissing his forehead.
Wherever her lips touched, the skin trembled silently, as if clamoring for more.
Sheng Yun Shen's voice suddenly became hoarse: "...Ling Shu."
Ling Shu raised her head and responded softly, "Hmm?"
Sheng Yun took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm, but it still carried an intense longing and pleading: "I want to kiss you."
Ling Shu couldn't help but laugh and reply, "Come on!"
She was curious to see how he planned to "kiss".
Sheng Yun Shen: "..."
He softened his voice, like a pool of spring water, "Ling Shu... please."
The words "please" were a surefire way to get Ling Shu to refuse; she simply couldn't refuse.
Despite his seemingly fragile and vulnerable appearance, his inner soul shines exceptionally brightly, surpassing most mediocre people in the world.
The sunlight cast her shadow gently onto his face.
Ling Shu slowly leaned down, shortening the distance between them as their breaths mingled, like two of the softest flower petals quietly touching. Her tongue traced his lips very slowly, like a playful fish swimming back and forth.
A burst of scorching white light exploded in Sheng Yunshen's world.
His body was unable to respond, but his soul was trembling violently.
Ling Shu's scent carried the faint, sweet aroma of oranges, permeating all his senses.
His sense of touch was amplified to an almost greedy degree as he savored the full, soft texture of her lips.
Time stretched out infinitely at this moment.
The sunlight flowed silently, enveloping the two intertwined figures in a tranquil and warm halo.
Ling Shu only snapped out of her daze when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She hurriedly raised her head and wiped her lips in embarrassment.
She continued to drink her juice, trying to appear calm.
The intoxication of walking down from upstairs.
Upon seeing Ling Shu, he stopped and greeted her with exceptional respect: "Good morning, Sister Ling."
Ling Shu nodded in response, "Good morning."
Last night, she was so busy taking care of Sheng Yun Shen that she almost forgot about Chen Zui. She had something very important to tell Chen Zui.
The rain stopped today, which makes it easier to do whatever I want.
Ling Shu stood up: "Chen Zui, there's something I need you to do."
Without asking what it was about, Chen Zui simply nodded and asked a somewhat abrupt question: "Okay. By the way, Sister Ling, are you drinking hot juice?"
Ling Shu was taken aback: "Huh?"
What hot fruit juice?
Chen Zui said in a serious tone, "I see your face is a little red. Did you drink something too hot? My father told me when I was a child that it's not good to drink something too hot right after waking up in the morning."
Ling Shu: "..."
Sheng Yun Shen: "Ha."
Ling Shu coughed softly and waved her hand, "Go on, go on, don't disturb me from drinking my hot juice."
I felt inexplicably guilty and didn't dare to admit that the orange juice I took was actually iced.
"oh."
Chen Zui didn't say anything more and obediently left as Ling Shu had instructed.
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At this time, the main building of the Sheng family was also unusually lively.
The villagers were worried about their homes, and now that the rain had finally stopped, many of them happily began packing their things to leave.
Mr. and Mrs. Shen had no interest in tidying up; they sat in the room, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Shen Le didn't return all night, as if she had disappeared from the Sheng family.
Their initial anticipation gradually turned into unease, and by this point, they were beginning to panic.
Shen's father went out to investigate that morning and discovered that not only Shen Le, but also Brother Zhang and several of his henchmen had disappeared without a trace, and no one answered their phones. He tried asking the villagers, but all he got were answers like "didn't see them" or "don't know." It wasn't that the villagers were indifferent; Brother Zhang and his gang were practically a menace to Shen Village, constantly causing trouble, and no one wanted to pay them any attention.
Shen's father then asked the servants of the Sheng family, but they all shook their heads.
He slunk back to his room, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He leaned closer to his wife and asked, "Has something happened to Xiao Le?"
Mother Shen was also uneasy: "I don't know, could it be that they were caught after infiltrating the Sheng family?"
Mr. Shen's face grew increasingly grim.
If they were captured by the Sheng family, that would be a real problem. With the Sheng family's power, crushing these commoners would be as easy as crushing ants for them.
No, no, he has to find someone in charge of the Sheng family and make a scene!
Just as Mr. Shen stood up, the door suddenly opened.
He was overjoyed, thinking that Shen Le had returned, and hurriedly went forward, but unexpectedly, the person who came in was Shen Zui.
The joy that had just welled up instantly froze, and Shen's father quickly turned to disdain: "Why are you back? The Sheng family actually let you go?"
"He's injured?!" Mother Shen exclaimed in surprise. "Is Xiao Le alright?"
"It's nothing," Chen Zui shook her head.
Mother Shen finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest: "That's good, that's good. Amitabha, Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva protect us, please don't let anything happen to Xiao Le."
He quietly observed her, his strange feeling growing stronger.
From childhood to adulthood, Shen's mother basically ignored him, but she was truly good to Shen Le, giving him all the best food and things, which spoiled Shen Le, who already had a bad personality, into the lawless person he is today.
However, since Shen's mother was clearly only a stepmother, why didn't she treat her two stepsons equally?
Why?
Chen Zui lowered her eyes, suppressing the questions welling up inside her, and said in a light tone, "I went to inquire outside the medical room. The Sheng family doesn't allow outsiders to enter. We may have to wait here for now until Chen Le comes out and meets up with us."
Mr. Shen frowned, sensing something was wrong. "My son is injured, and they won't let us visit him? What kind of logic is that?!"
Chen Zui promptly explained, "But the Sheng family said that they will provide proper treatment and compensation to everyone who was injured this time, so we don't need to worry."
Upon hearing that there would be compensation, Mr. Shen's expression softened somewhat.
He sat back down on the sofa, instinctively wanting to find some alcohol, but then, remembering that the Sheng family prohibited alcohol, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Rich people have so many rules!
He spoke coldly and intoxicatedly: "Although the Sheng family didn't say it explicitly, I think you all know why Brother Zhang was injured. I suggest you stay in your rooms and don't go out or cause trouble with the Sheng family."
Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat guilty.
Of course they knew. It must have been that Brother Zhang failed to infiltrate the Sheng family and was injured instead, and Shen Le was also detained along with him.
This was all Zhang Ge's idea, it has nothing to do with their precious son. If anyone is to blame, it's Zhang Ge for breaking the law!
Mother Shen muttered, "The Sheng family is rich and powerful, of course we dare not offend them... We won't go out, as long as Xiao Le can come back."
Her rheumatism flared up, her feet were a little sore, and she didn't really want to go out anyway.
It's comfortable living here, much more peaceful than that shabby martial arts gym back home.
While the other villagers were eager to return home, she wasn't in a hurry.
Mr. Shen's face was somber, and he did not refute her, which seemed to indicate that he agreed with Mrs. Shen's plan.
Just then, the sound of engines came from outside. Chen's mother was sitting by the window and looked up to see several black helicopters flying by, seemingly heading towards the Sheng family manor.
She couldn't help but mutter, "The Sheng family has quite the grand display. The rain has just stopped, and helicopters are already flying around."
Father Shen closed his eyes and sneered, "Isn't this how all rich people are? All pomp and circumstance. Never mind that, go get me some food first!"
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Mother Shen stood up, then hesitated, remembering that Shen Zui had just told them not to go out. She stopped and looked at Shen Zui standing at the door. "Child, my rheumatism has flared up these past few days. Why don't you go and bring some food up?"
She and Shen's father seemed to have completely forgotten how they had righteously declared in front of Ling Shu yesterday that the Sheng family should discipline the "disobedient" Chen Zui as they pleased.
It's also possible that it's not that they forgot, but rather that they never cared about the feeling of being immersed in it.
Chen Zui glanced at the two of them deeply, then turned away silently.
After closing the door, he could no longer hide the deep thought and disgust in his eyes. He clenched his fists and strode downstairs.
Ling Shu assigned Shen Zui the "task" of keeping a close eye on Shen Zui's parents and delaying their departure from the Sheng family as much as possible.
Even the way Shen Le said he was in the infirmary was taught to him by Ling Shu.
In addition, before leaving, Ling Shu called him back and said something serious.
"Chenzui, have you been wondering all these years why your father changed so much before and after you turned six, as if he had become a completely different person? I will tell you the answer, but before that, go back to your current father, look at him carefully with your heart, and think about it carefully."
These words weighed heavily on my heart, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe.
He had used almost all his self-control to avoid showing any abnormality when facing Mr. and Mrs. Shen.
Chen Zui listened attentively to Ling Shu's words and watched the video carefully.
He slowly walked down the steps, constantly recalling everything that had just happened.
The first problem he noticed was Shen's mother's excessive concern for Shen Le.
Shen Le was not a filial child, and he was not very kind to his mother, often ordering her around.
Why did Shen's mother love him so much?
Because Shen's mother was kind?
That's even more impossible. Shen's mother is weak, timid, lazy, and would argue with her neighbors for a month over a few centimeters of her electric scooter being parked crookedly. She has absolutely nothing to do with the word "kindness."
Blood ties are the fundamental reason why she loves Shen Le.
He was lost in thought, his gaze deep and his lips pressed tightly together. He stopped on the stairs and gripped the handrail tightly.
When Shen Le was born, Shen Zui's mother had been bedridden for more than a year and had hardly ever seen outsiders.
At that time, Shen Le was still very young and had no memory of his mother's pregnancy. Before Shen Le was "born," his father took meticulous care of his mother and never mentioned the words "pregnant" or "younger brother" to him.
The blissful experience appeared suddenly, as if it had fallen from the sky, without any warning.
No wonder their brotherhood has always been weak.
My father… I remember him being incredibly caring towards my mother. After she passed away, he was devastated for a long time and vowed never to remarry…
How could he betray his mother while she was still alive?
After her mother passed away, she brazenly brought the other woman home, making her her nominal "stepmother."
impossible.
Absolutely not!
If the father is that kind of person, then all the beliefs and principles he developed from his father's upbringing are a joke!
For a moment, his gaze lost focus, and he staggered, almost falling. Fortunately, he grabbed the handrail beforehand, and after swaying, he straightened up again.
As he slowly straightened up, his gaze gradually became firm.
The father who seemed as towering as a mountain in my memory was definitely not such a shameless scoundrel.
There is only one possibility.
The father I have now and the father I had before I was six years old... are two different people.
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