Chapter 136 The one who is not loved is the mistress

Fu Ren pushed Shen Zhi against the door, his eyes looking serious.

He also didn't expect that it was Meng Jinyan who married Shen Zhi, and it was him who kidnapped Shen Zhi on their wedding night.

Shen Zhi listened expressionlessly to the rumbling heartbeat of Fu Ren's chest, which was pressed against him, as if it would break through the skin and flesh and splash in front of Shen Zhi in the next second.

Shen Zhi lifted his thin eyelids and looked up with a cool gaze. Fu Ren's cold white face turned into an intoxicating light pink, and his lips were extremely bright, with a deep red color that was inexplicably seductive.

"Is that so?" Shen Zhi suddenly pulled down Fu Ren's collar and forced him to lower his proud head.

Shen Zhi kissed Fu Ren's lips without saying a word, mixed with the bloody smell that had just been swirling in the night.

Is this how you exchange it?

Fu Ren's tongue was stained with blood as he savored Shen Zhi's unfinished words. The bitter taste chilled his bones.

Fu Ren kissed Shen Zhi's dry and soft lips carefully, prying open Shen Zhi's lips to conquer the city, until Shen Zhi's breath was completely taken away and he clung to him weakly.

Fu Ren caressed Shen Zhi's plump lips, kissed his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice, suppressing his extreme passion, "Why did you break up with me in the first place?"

Shen Zhi was breathing heavily, his clear eyes were moist, and he looked extremely well-behaved.

But Fu Ren knew that Shen Zhixin was cold, otherwise why would she abandon him again and again.

Shen Zhi pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked like she was resisting to answer.

Fu Ren's high nose bridge pressed against Shen Zhi's pale and thin face, and he sighed helplessly, as if begging: "I'm easy to coax."

Shen Zhi let Fu Ren half hug him and let Fu Ren vent his desire on his body.

Fu Ren couldn't get an answer from Shen Zhi. He should have known that Shen Zhi was his favorite doll, but this doll would never speak on its own initiative.

Fu Ren's nerves were strained by Shen Zhi's silence. He bit Shen Zhi's thin shoulder fiercely. His sharp teeth pierced his flesh and blood, exuding an even stronger bloody energy.

Shen Zhi was unwilling to give him even a reason that was full of mistakes.

Fu Ren's cool fingers reached into the hem of Shen Zhi's clothes, and his palms effortlessly brought her to her hot chest.

Fu Ren kissed Shen Zhi's neck closely, going deeper and deeper.

The clothes were taken off one by one, and Fu Ren took Shen Zhi's hand and placed it on his chest, letting him feel the beating of his heart.

Shen Zhi's fingertips trembled, and he turned his head away and leaned on Fu Ren's shoulder, not wanting to see the ambiguity that was about to happen.

Shen Zhi was very thin, and his butterfly bones were clearly visible. The clean white bed sheet was pressed into small wrinkles, and was nervously grasped by Shen Zhi.

The sweat on Fu Ren's forehead flowed down his temples into his sharp jaw and dripped onto Shen Zhi's back. The scorching temperature made Shen Zhi shiver.

Fu Ren leaned over and kissed Shen Zhibai's smooth back. His voice was hoarse, but he still tried his best to comfort him softly: "My dear, don't be afraid. It won't hurt."

Shen Zhi closed his eyes tightly. From behind him, the unique scent of Fu Ren covered his entire body. The tense muscles and hot skin, every light touch made Shen Zhi feel like a taut bowstring.

Shen Zhi bit his finger bones, and when Fu Ren really lowered his body, his lips couldn't help but let out a broken mouth sound.

Fu Ren's rough and satisfied breathing exploded in Shen Zhi's ears, making Shen Zhi's mind go blank. The heavy desire was slowly rising from the bottom of his heart and wandering through his limbs and bones.

Fu Ren turned Shen Zhi over, and his fair and tender face covered in sweat was suddenly exposed.

Fu Ren pushed aside Shen Zhi's slightly long hair, looked at his flushed face, bent down and kissed him between the eyebrows.

He couldn't turn back. He couldn't just watch Shen Zhi marry Meng Qinyan. Even if he had to threaten Shen Zhi with material resources, he would never give Shen Zhi to anyone else.

Fu Ren even had a faint hope in his heart. If Shen Zhi could be threatened by him so easily, then didn't it mean that Meng Yiyan was not that important in his heart?

Fu Ren felt that he was pathetic for pinning his hopes on such an illusory possibility.

Fu Ren gathered his energy, and once again held Shen Zhi's wrist. He looked into Shen Zhi's slightly absent-minded eyes and asked, "My dear, do you like me?"

"Have you ever liked me?" Fu Ren asked again without giving up.

Shen Zhi had no answer in his heart, and he didn't know whether he liked Fu Ren or not.

He really doesn't know.

Fu Ren's mind-reading ability seemed to have failed. He could not read anything, only blankness.

"It doesn't matter." Fu Ren didn't know whether he was comforting Shen Zhi or comforting himself.

Shen Zhi opened his red and swollen eyelids and saw the deep sadness in Fu Ren's eyes.

Shen Zhi doesn't understand this kind of feeling. In his world, being alive is the most important thing.

From the day he became conscious, his body was filled with various tubes, and unknown liquids flowed into his blood vessels day and night.

Before he was ten years old, Shen Zhi didn't even know the difference between day and night because the lights in the laboratory were always on all night.

Shen Zhi had never eaten normal food, and he didn't know whether he had lost the ability to eat normally. However, food had no appeal to him.

Later, he was released from the laboratory, and Qi Tongye took him in, taught him how to learn gold plating, and allowed him to enter Lan'an.

Doing experiments is a simple matter for him, because he has lived in a laboratory since he was a child. The only difference is that when he was a child, others used him for experiments, but when he grew up, he used himself for experiments.

Shen Zhi also forgot how he met Fu Ren. It might be that Qi Tongye told him and arranged a marriage partner for him and asked him to go out and date.

Shen Zhi has already mastered a lot of life skills. He rode his bike to the meeting place by himself in an awkward manner. Perhaps he overestimated himself, took the wrong road and accidentally hit someone.

When Shen Zhi fell into the mud pit with that man, Shen Zhi did not have much emotional ups and downs, but he could hardly stand up.

The person lying in the mud was a man, a very handsome man. Shen Zhi had never seen anyone more handsome than him.

Her appearance is as beautiful as a beautiful blossoming camellia, and her frivolous eyes and eyebrows make her look elegant.

He was wearing a tank top, his arms were defined by smooth, unexaggerated muscle lines, his long, smooth black hair fell behind his head, his body was covered in mud, but he did not look shabby at all.

Shen Zhi apologized to him slowly, stumbling over his words: "I'm sorry, I did it on purpose."

Fu Ren was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. His smile was bright and bold, and his passionate life just followed the sunlight and hit Shen Zhi's eyes.

At that moment, Fu Ren seemed to overlap with the Fu Ren who was crouching above Shen Zhi to release himself. The end of the world changed many things, including Fu Ren.

The young man Zhang Yang shouldered the responsibility, and his pale face showed more determination. Now Fu Ren always had a deep look in his eyes, hiding the pressure that Shen Zhi could not understand.

Shen Zhi slowly raised his hand and touched Fu Ren's chest. Fu Ren's beating heart followed Shen Zhi's fingertips, connected to the depths of Shen Zhi's heart, and resonated with it at the same frequency.

"You will live well," Shen Zhi said in a clear voice, as if it was his promise to Fu Ren.

Fu Ren grabbed Shen Zhi's wrist, stared at his pale face, and suddenly hugged him tightly, unable to hold back tears, "I can never be cruel to you, and I always have a soft heart towards you."

But why can't you like me?

Finally, Shen Zhi fainted as if from exhaustion.

When he woke up again, Shen Zhi was the only one in the room. Shen Zhi quickly brushed over the red marks on his body, put on his clothes and went to the laboratory.

As expected, Meng Yiyan was waiting for him there.

Meng Yiyan looked like he had been waiting all night. His gentle eyes and brows showed fatigue, and the dark circles under his eyes could not be stopped.

Meng Yinyan didn't smoke often, at least Shen Zhi had never seen him do so. But now he was holding a half-burned cigarette. The thin smoke blurred Meng Yinyan's elegant and handsome features, making him look distant and unapproachable.

"Xiao Zhi," Meng Yinyan saw Shen Zhi not far away, extinguished his cigarette, and walked towards him.

Shen Zhi stood there and smelled the cigarette smoke on Meng Yiyan's body, as well as the dampness from a night of rain and dew.

Meng Jinyan's voice was hoarse from smoking, and his gentle eyes turned gloomy when he saw the bright red marks on Shen Zhi's neck. Meng Jinyan raised his cold fingertips and touched the other man, leaving a mark of possessiveness on Shen Zhi's body.

The thin nails scratched Shen Zhi's fragile flesh, bringing a sharp pain. Shen Zhi frowned slightly and turned his head to avoid Meng Jinyan's hand.

"Xiao Zhi, if you want to be with Fu Ren, I can let you go," Meng Yiyan said, trying his best to soothe her, suppressing the anger in his eyes.

Shen Zhi lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I will help you control Tong Lan as a thank you for helping me."

Meng Yiyan was stunned for a moment, and his throat seemed to be entangled by dry silk vines, making him unable to speak.

Meng Yinyan restrained all his expressions, revealing his original warm and gentle look like spring breeze. He gently touched Shen Zhi's head and said apologetically: "If only I had known you earlier, I could have helped you earlier."

Shen Zhi was speechless.

Meng Yiyan changed the subject and said, "Fu Ren just sent five carts of supplies. Now they are all at your disposal."

Shen Zhi nodded, and then listened to Meng Yuyan: "The zombie tide is coming, and the supplies stored in Tonglan are far from enough. Fu Ren has received an order to take people out to continue collecting supplies."

What Meng Yiyan didn't say was that many people were trying to restrain Fu Ren just for the supplies in his hands.

There was no need for him to tell Shen Zhi, because Fu Ren would only hand over the supplies to Shen Zhi.

Those who own the resources have absolute right to speak, and Shen Zhi, who has the support of Fu Ren and the Meng family, is the most powerful person in Tonglan.

"I'm going to do an experiment," Shen Zhi interrupted Meng Yinyan's intention to continue the conversation.

Meng Yanyan was silent for a moment, then walked forward and hugged Shen Zhi, whispering, "Xiao Zhi, no matter what you want to do, I will always stand by you, you know."

Shen Zhi looked indifferent. He stepped out of Meng Yinyan's arms and left without looking back.

Shen Zhi devoted himself to his work. He spent every day in the laboratory and used the materials recklessly.

Four-fifths of Kirara's supplies are in his hands. No one else can say whether they are actually used, wasted, or deliberately not distributed.

Because her husband is the heir of the Meng family, and Fu Ren, the strongest superpower in Tonglan, is also his protector, a steady stream of supplies are sent to Shen Zhi. Ordinary people who have lost their food and clothing are wailing and full of resentment.

But they were helpless; they couldn't afford to provoke Shen Zhi.

But some people couldn't stand it. They couldn't stand living on those tight supplies, eating one hard meal for several days, waking up in the middle of the night with hunger, and only dared to moisten their throats with water. They didn't dare to drink more because they couldn't tell when the supply would be cut off next time.

So Xiang Wu blocked Fu Ren.

Xiang Wu is dressed simply. She has lost her superpowers and her position as a serum researcher. The supplies she gets are the same as those of ordinary people, just enough to survive.

Xiang Wu, who had lost her abundant supplies, was like a fish that had lost its water source. She had lost all moisture and looked extremely haggard. She found Fu Ren wearing flat shoes, and her usually arrogant face now looked fragile and soft.

"Fu Ren, I want to say a few words to you," Xiang Wu clenched his fist nervously and added haltingly, "About Shen Zhi."

The long mission to search for supplies and the excessive physical exhaustion made Fu Ren's sharp face even thinner. He looked like a frozen rose, cold and beautiful, revealing a gloomy and decadent beauty.

Fu Ren frowned and stared at Xiang Wu with deep eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Xiang Wu was trembling with fear, but she still forced herself to accept Fu Ren's horrifying scrutiny.

"Okay," Fu Ren breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his tense spirit as if he was reborn from the dead.

Xiang Wu and Fu Ren came to a secluded place, and with the oppressive shadow above their heads, they spoke: "Do you know Shen Zhi?"

Xiang Wu was not discouraged by Fu Ren's lack of response, and continued, "Shen Zhi is the perfect experimental subject found by Qi Tongye and Gu Anyang. He grew up by being infused with experimental reagents."

"He has been subjected to various human experiments since he was young, and all the experiments on him were successful in the end," Xiang Wu said with a sigh, "Most of Gu Anyang's research data was obtained from Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi's blood is the best serum."

"So what do you want to say?" Fu Ren raised his eyelids and spoke the longest sentence of the night to Xiang Wu, his tone hinting at impatience.

Xiang Wu raised her head, her eyes filled with undisguised hatred. She lowered her voice and screamed, "Shen Zhi wants to take revenge on us. All the supplies you gave him are in his hands. He deliberately left those supplies to let us starve to death. He wants us to be buried with him!!"

Xiang Wu loudly exposed Shen Zhi's conspiracy and took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart.

Xiang Wu's face suddenly changed color, tears fell, she begged Fu Ren: "Don't help the evil anymore, Shen Zhi just wants all of us to die, Fu Ren, don't give him any more supplies, that's the scissors he uses to kill people."

Xiang Wu cried softly and helplessly.

Fu Ren's stiff neck made an unpleasant bone friction sound, and Fu Ren looked down at Xiang Wu like a judge from hell.

"I won't listen to you," this was Fu Ren's verdict to Xiang Wu, with an arrogant and cold expression.

Xiang Wu burst into tears and asked, "Why?"

Fu Ren would not answer her. He slowly took out the dagger he used to kill zombies and cut Xiang Wu's tendons in front of her horrified eyes. Blood splattered on the ground, forming strange patterns.

"It was you who scratched Shen Zhi, right?" The blood-stained dagger tapped lightly on Xiang Wu's frightened pale face. The sharp blade slid along Xiang Wu's skin and fell to her throat. The cold knife made Xiang Wu feel cold all over.

Fu Ren's eyes were calm, his expression slightly crazy, but he spoke softly, "Don't let me hear this from another person, okay?"

Xiang Wu nodded as if she was scared. Fu Ren went crazy.

Even if she told Fu Ren that Shen Zhi wanted to take revenge on humans and drag humans to be buried with him in the end of the world, Fu Ren didn't care. Shen Zhi hid this matter for her at all costs.

"What... are you doing?" A hesitant voice came from behind the two of them. Xiang Wu's voice, which he hated so much before, now sounded like that of a god who saves lives.

Fu Ren glanced at Xiang Wu coldly, then stood up and walked over to gently embrace Shen Zhi, explaining nonchalantly: "It's okay, she fell down, I wanted to help her up, but Ms. Xiang Wu is very strong and doesn't need my help."

Shen Zhi turned his head over Fu Ren's shoulder and saw Xiang Wu holding his wrist tightly and fleeing in panic.

Fu Ren held up Shen Zhi's face and kissed the side of Shen Zhi's face gently with his dry lips.

"Did you eat well?" Fu Ren's eyes were smiling, extremely gentle.

Shen Zhi's eyes flashed and he nodded slowly.

The curve of Fu Ren's lips widened, and he pinched Shen Zhi's soft and white earlobe with his eyes, and scolded with a smile: "Little liar, you are not eating properly again."

Fu Ren buried his head in Shen Zhi's shoulder, greedily breathing in the scent of Shen Zhi, and sighed: "Come with me to eat."

No matter what Shen Zhi wanted to do, he would not object, even if Shen Zhi was using him.

"My dear, I just want you to be well," Fu Ren gently stroked Shen Zhi's back, as if he was holding a hard-earned treasure.

All he needs is Shen Zhihao.