Chapter 111: With me, no matter what you do, it’s not wrong.
Ji Linshen caught the abnormality the moment the phone was hung up.
The last sound of wind coming from the receiver was wrapped in an almost imperceptible gasp, like a silver thread tightening into his throbbing temples.
In the past, no matter how long the call was, she would always find an opportunity to say some vicious words.
But this time he didn't, not only that, he was eager to end the call.
The more I thought about it in the office, the more something felt wrong.
"What are your plans with your wife tonight?" As he dialed Huo Beiyan's number, his thumb repeatedly scratched the diamond pattern on the leather seat.
After receiving the reply of "Let's go back to the old house for dinner together", the tip of the pen pierced through the page of the contract to be signed with a "click".
The office suddenly fell into silence.
Lu Shiman lied to him, she did not have a dinner appointment with Qin Jiaojiao.
The obviously forced tone, the noisy sound of wind and snow, the hastily hung up phone call, everything indicated that something was wrong with her.
Ji Linshen loosened his dark blue tie, his Adam's apple rolling heavily.
My memory flashed back uncontrollably to the charity dinner, where she knelt on the broken porcelain and apologized humbly.
"Check the location." As he gave the order to Chu Qi in a hoarse voice, he knocked the joint of his index finger on the table, and three crisp sounds broke the silence in the room.
As the black car slowly slid over the snow, Ji Linshen's gaze had already penetrated the snow curtain and locked onto the figure.
The LED sign cast a cold blue glow on the snow. The snow on the bench was pressed into a dent by her curled-up body. Her coat was covered with broken snow, and ice crystals on the ends of her hair fell as she trembled.
The car window was fogged up, but was then rubbed by my fingertips to make it clear in a fan shape. Through the water-stained glass, I could finally see her face hidden behind the scarf.
Frost froze on her eyelashes, the tip of her nose was red from the cold, and the wound at the corner of her mouth that had just scabbed over was bleeding again from being bitten, which was particularly glaring against her pale lips.
At this moment, Ji Linshen finally got a glimpse of her true appearance hidden in the deepest part of the package.
The broken and fragile appearance was like broken ice shards piercing his pupils, causing him to stop breathing due to the pain.
"Young Master..." Chu Qi's fingers holding the black umbrella had just touched the door handle when a bang was heard from the back seat.
The moment Ji Linshen pushed open the car door, the north wind mixed with ice rushed into the car, and a fire burned in his chest.
"Lu Shiman!"
"Ji Linshen, I'm sorry." The cold blue LED light slanted over from not far away, splitting her into two halves of light and dark.
What was filled in the dimples was not the honey of the past, but an icicle made of apology, which pierced Ji Linshen's heart fiercely.
Ji Lin's fingers trembled in the cold wind as she unbuttoned her coat. The cashmere blended fabric still had body temperature, and a fine white mist rose the moment it wrapped around her.
When he leaned over and picked up her knees, his fingertips felt the biting cold beneath the fabric, so cold that it slowed down the blood flow.
"I'm sorry..." The sobs in her arms were torn apart by the wind and snow, and the ice crystals on Lu Shiman's eyelashes melted into water droplets and rolled down.
Ji Linshen tightened his arms and pressed her deeper into his chest. Her forehead rested against his violently heaving chest, and she could hear the deafening heartbeat inside.
The car's heating was on full blast, and the leather seats were steaming with the warmth of patchouli and wormwood.
Lu Shiman remained curled up in his arms, the melted snow leaving dark marks on his coat.
As the body warmed up, the guilt and self-blame that had been frozen by the low temperature also melted away.
"I'm sorry, Ji Linshen." Like a drowning person, only by saying sorry can he breathe for a moment.
Ji Lin lowered his eyes and saw that she was grinding the scab on her lower lip with her canine teeth, and fresh blood oozed out, staining the tip of her teeth red.
This self-torturing action made his pupils shrink suddenly, and the palm of his hand on her back suddenly tightened.
"What exactly are you feeling sorry for?" When he opened his mouth, he realized that his vocal cords were very hoarse, and the shadow of his rolling Adam's apple fell on the top of her head.
The snowflakes falling outside the car window hit the glass and shattered into stardust-like ice crystals, making her silence at the moment even more deafening.
Lu Shiman buried himself deeper into his neck, and his nose rubbed against the artery, causing trembling ripples.
Ji Linshen felt the warmth and wetness coming from his collarbone. The melted snow mixed with tears soaked through the front of his shirt and burned into his blood through his skin.
He raised his hand and clasped the back of her neck, his thumb stroking the pulse beating beneath her cold skin.
After a long time, he finally heard a muffled and trembling voice from his arms: "I'm sorry... I stained... your shirt..."
Ji Lin knew that she didn't want to say it at the moment.
He stopped asking questions and just hugged her tighter.
Snow was flying all over the sky, cars were driving on the streets, and the headlights cut through the snow and merged into the neon lights.
Lu Shiman didn't make any sound throughout the whole process, and was as quiet as a puppet.
The car stopped at the villa and Chu Qi opened the door.
The warm yellow wall lamp in the entrance hall cast a diamond-shaped light spot on the snow, and Ji Linshen carried her into the room.
The leather sofa made a slight friction sound when it supported her, and Ji Linshen's kneeling on the carpet caused sharp wrinkles on his suit pants.
He raised his hand to unbutton two buttons of his shirt, and there were still traces of her undried tears on his collarbone.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Lu Shiman's fingertips were unconsciously digging into the seams of the sofa. When he heard the question, he suddenly curled up his fingers, and the knuckles turned bluish-white against his legs.
"sorry."
These three words again.
Ji Linshen stroked her lips with his fingertips: "Then tell me, what are you sorry for?"
Lu Shiman looked at him, words rolling back and forth in his throat.
"Because of me, Fourth Brother refused to cooperate, causing your project to be hindered." Her voice was soft, and every word was wrapped in guilt.
He twisted her earlobe with his fingertips, which were burning hot, and traced along her earlobe to the back of her neck: "You are taking the initiative to take on a debt for something that has nothing to do with us?"
His fingertips slid down and clasped her thin shoulders, forcing her to look directly into the dark fire dancing in his eyes.
“It’s me…”
"It has nothing to do with you, there's no need to feel guilty." Ji Linshen interrupted her and also interrupted her self-blame.
He suddenly rested his forehead against hers, his breath filled with the scent of cedar mixed with the crispness of the remaining snow in her hair: "Lu Shiman, you don't have to ever say sorry to me."
"Even if you stab me in the heart with a knife right now, it's still my problem. You can't be wrong."
"Lu Shiman, in my opinion, no matter what you do, it's not wrong."
The low voice wrapped in the cool night wind penetrated into the eardrum. Lu Shiman raised his head suddenly and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The unprecedented affirmation shocked her so much that her heart seemed to stop beating.
"No, it's my problem. It's all because of me. It's all because of me." Broken syllables spilled out from her trembling lips, and the sourness in her throat changed the tone of the ending.
A bony hand clasped her thin back, and the other hand passed through her scattered hair to support the back of her neck, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.
Lu Shiman could clearly feel the violent vibrations in his chest, and his uncontrolled heartbeat could be heard from his chest rising and falling with his breathing.
"You're not wrong." His warm breath brushed against her wet eyelashes. Every time he spoke a word, his Adam's apple rolled heavily: "Lu Shiman, do you hear me? You're not wrong."
The suppressed emotions collapsed at his firm words.
The sob finally broke through the shackles in her throat, and her fingers gripping the front of his shirt suddenly tightened.
Years of suppressed crying and emotions burst forth completely.
She cried like a child, unrestrainedly, pouring out the tears that she had not dared to vent before in revenge.
Big tears fell one after another on the hollow of his collarbone, leaving dark marks on the black fabric.
Each heart-wrenching cry was like a blunt knife cutting through his chest, causing him so much pain that even breathing became difficult.
Ji Lin's deep amber eyes were covered with a layer of water at some point, and the moment he closed his eyes, a tear fell into her hair.
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