Chapter 143 Love yourself, Ji Linshen.
Lu Shiman's mouth is really hard to guard against.
You never know when she will suddenly say something.
Ji Linshen has now developed a habit that as long as Lu Shiman is in the car, the back seat partition is always raised.
To prevent her from saying something vicious that would make people speechless and blush.
When he returned to the villa, Chu Qi was already waiting in the lobby with a leather briefcase.
Looking at his expression, Lu Shiman knew that he had something to report to Ji Linshen.
"I'm going to call Jiaojiao." He made up an excuse to leave.
"Ji Zhongmou's private jet has applied for a flight route." He placed the document bag on the coffee table. "The day after tomorrow at 3:00 AM, Beijing International Airport."
Ji Linshen paused as he unbuttoned his cuffs: "Well, get ready and go back to Beijing the day after tomorrow."
"We already have a clue about the person who sent my wife to the Ji family, but it's been a long time and the address we found is no longer valid."
Ji Linshen sat down, opened the seal of the file bag, and when he took out the documents, he dropped a few yellowed photos.
In the picture, a woman in cheongsam is hugging a girl who is still childish, and the background is the old house of the Ji family.
The woman was Mrs. Ji, and the girl was his mother.
"The old butler passed away this morning." Chu Qi's throat tightened. "Before he died, he confirmed it..."
Chu Qi suddenly didn't dare to continue
Ji Linshen's heart pumped blood slower, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from the crack of a glacier: "Speak."
“It’s all true.”
Although he knew it would be like this, Ji Linshen's heart still ached.
A jackdaw was startled outside the window, and dead branches cut through the window shadows in the twilight.
Ji Linshen pressed the photo against his chest, and the kind smile of the cheongsam woman gradually overlapped with the sound of iron chains in the basement.
He could still vividly remember how Old Lady Ji rescued him and threatened to kill herself in order to take him away.
The days when he was brought to Jincheng by his grandmother were the happiest time of his life.
He truly felt the love, care and pampering.
But it turned out that the hand that saved him from hell was the very devil that pushed him into the abyss.
"Get out." The hoarse voice was mixed with the smell of blood.
When Chu Qi retreated to the porch, he looked back and saw Ji Linshen burying his face in the cashmere scarf that Lu Shiman had dropped.
The crystal chandelier cast a shadow on his trembling shoulders.
Ji Lin bit the tassel of his scarf deeply, and only when the salty liquid seeped into his mouth did he realize that he was crying.
Snow was falling outside the window. The fine snow covered the remaining words of Chu Qi, but it could not cover the kind face in the photo that was gradually distorted.
Ji Linshen fumbled to stuff the documents into the brown paper bag. The rustling sound of the brown paper was like the dying gasps of his mother in the video.
He didn't dare to turn over those dusty memories, nor did he dare to explore the suffering of his mother.
The secrets buried deep by the years are like sharp fragments, and every touch brings bloody pain.
.......
Lu Shiman had played several rounds of games, but Ji Linshen had not returned to the room yet.
She wanted to go and see, but was afraid of disturbing his work.
As she was drowsy, she felt a familiar breath enveloping her.
The mattress sank slightly, and his cold palm pressed against her lower back through her silk nightgown.
"I'm done now. I want everything..." Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly strangled by an iron-like arm.
"Yeah." Ji Lin pressed his chin against the top of her head, his muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, and his heartbeat was abnormally fast.
Lu Shiman stroked his back with her fingertips, and just as she was about to look up, her neck was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.
His index finger unconsciously stroked the protruding joints of her spine: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while, just a moment, let me hold you."
Lu Shiman felt that the hands he was holding on to her were shaking, and his hoarse voice was like dead leaves blown by the wind.
"Ji Linshen." She called his name cautiously and patted his back gently.
"Um."
"If you are very tired, just take a rest. The future is long and it's okay to stop for a while." Lu Shiman gently stroked his back.
Ji Linshen's body stiffened, and he held her arms tighter.
"Did something happen?"
"Lu Shiman, you are the only one I have." Ji Lin closed his eyes, his voice filled with unprecedented fragility and dependence.
Hearing Lu Shiman's words, her heart trembled, and an inexplicable sadness surged up, causing her nasal cavity to become sore.
"You are the only one I have, Lu Shiman. You are the only one I have." Ji Linshen repeated it over and over again, as if only this could make him feel better.
Her heart was tugged hard, and she subconsciously hugged him tightly: "No, you still have your own, Ji Linshen, you are the most important."
Lu Shiman raised her head. In the dim light of the wall lamp, she saw the red corners of his eyes reflecting broken light like glass.
Her heart was gripped tightly, and she felt the air around her become thinner.
After he said that he was buried alive, she probably guessed that Ji Linshen had a miserable childhood.
Lu Shiman poked his heart with her fingertips and smiled: "Here lived Ji Linshen when he was eight years old, Ji Linshen when he was fifteen years old, and Ji Linshen now..."
"Every Ji Linshen deserves to be loved and cared for."
"Love yourself, Ji Linshen." She rubbed her head against Ji Linshen's chest and hooked her little finger around his cold pinky: "You now have to love yourself for the Ji Linshen of the past."
He grabbed her finger that was touching his heart and pressed it to his lips: "Teach me..." The hoarse begging mixed with the sound of snow seeds hitting the glass: "Teach me, how to love them."
The blood that had been frozen for twenty-five years suddenly surged, and he heard the clang of broken iron chains in the dungeon of the old house.
Lu Shiman's warm lips touched the watery corners of his eyes: "Although I don't know how to do it, I can learn."
Ji Lin's Adam's apple rolled, and the kiss on her lips was hot.
All the words were swallowed up in the kiss.
He tried hard to absorb her breath, nourishing his scarred childhood and broken heart bit by bit.
Lu Shiman was so dizzy from his kiss that her hands around his waist unconsciously clenched his clothes.
The room was silent, with only the ambiguous gasps of the two people after they ended their kiss.
"Ji Linshen, go to sleep. It's a new day."
Ji Linshen kissed her again, his voice hoarse: "I'm going to take a shower, you don't have to wait for me."
Lu Shiman huddled under the quilt, laughing: "If you need my help, you can just tell me directly. Don't be polite to me."
He stared at her and chuckled, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Lu Shiman stared at his back, and suddenly everything in front of her eyes became blurry. She blinked hard, and a few tears fell on the pillow and quickly spread out.
Let the current her love her for the past self.
If she can't do it herself, how can she persuade others to do it?
Burying his face in the pillow, Lu Shiman was in a state of confusion, heartache and bewilderment.
Her own heart is barren, so how can she have the qualifications to water others?
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