Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

The indwelling needle sticking into the neck will not be fatal, it will only hurt for a while. Shen Zhichu clenched the needle tightly like a knife and cut down the artery, and the blood flowed out.

Li Jingshen snorted, he was not afraid of death, what he was afraid of was that Shen Zhichu would not want him.

He bit Shen Zhichu's lips lightly and then let go of her, instead of wiping the blood on his neck, he reached back and grabbed Shen Zhichu's trembling hand, "Hands are dirty."

She looked at her fingers, the blue blood vessels protruding from the back of her hand, the fingertips were covered with sticky blood, her eyes gleamed, a tear slid down her jaw, it was so crystal clear, it would burst instantly.

Shen Zhichu was shedding tears, but there was a ferocious smile on the corner of her mouth. She never felt scared or sad, she only felt excited because she finally hurt this man, but this injury was not even [-]% as painful as hers.

Li Jingshen wiped away the tears on her face: "Shen Zhichu is like today, I am waiting for you to kill me, as long as you can."

Shen Zhichu gritted her teeth, her complexion suddenly became very cold, her pale face was enveloped by a biting chill, she suddenly grinned, but when she smiled, she suddenly made a loud voice like a child, she threw away her hand With the blood-stained needle in his hand, he propped up the sink next to him, and stood up staggeringly: "I will definitely kill you." Even if I can't kill you, I want you to live in despair like me.

Li Jingshen followed her and stood up: "If you want to kill me, you must live well."

.......

The wound on Li Jingshen's neck was not deep, it had been disinfected, and it would be fine if he just bandaged it.

But for Shen Zhichu, the wound on his abdomen was torn open, blood seeped out and stained the hospital gown red.

Li Jingshen watched as the doctor frowned tightly treated her wound, wiped the blood with cotton and threw it into the trash can, the wound was hideous like a red bloody eye.

How painful should it be?But Shen Zhichu didn't even frown, she seemed to have listened to Li Jingshen's words, took medicine and injections on time, and lived a good life.

In the past, she could only take medicine one by one. She was afraid of hardship and had to eat sugar. Now she can swallow several pills together. If she can’t swallow them, they will melt in her mouth. Drink more water, she has long forgotten the taste of sweetness. No, I don't plan to eat any more.

Li Jingshen invited Mrs. Zhang to take care of Shen Zhichu, and they sat and talked together. Most of them were Mrs. Zhang who told Shen Zhichu that they never mentioned the child, as if she had never been pregnant.

On November 11, Shen Zhichu was discharged from the hospital.

After more than four months, the puppet cat at home was already a little stranger to her. It hid on the sofa and observed her quietly. Seeing Shen Zhichu sitting down, it boldly leaned over and sniffed it. It was a familiar smell.

"Meow." Nian Nian called out, flicking her big fluffy tail.

Shen Zhichu scratched Niannian's neck and combed it. It had grown too much. It could be seen that it was well taken care of during her absence.

Nian Nian felt comfortable being touched by her, his body softened to reveal his fluffy and round belly, Shen Zhichu touched its belly along its neck.

The puppet cat itself has a very gentle personality, and Niannian itself likes to cling to people. It already knows that this is the owner who has taken care of it since childhood, so it gets closer to Shen Zhichu and purrs.

The internet in the villa was shut down by Li Jingshen's order, and Shen Zhichu had a mobile phone but couldn't see the news from the outside world. In fact, even if the internet wasn't turned off, Li Jingshen controlled all her communication tools, as if to hide something.

"Zhichu, do you want to go upstairs?" Mrs. Zhang asked, she had already changed the name "Madam" to "Zhichu"

Shen Zhichu nodded and put Nian Nian in her arms, the villa was still the same as before, but the decoration of her room had been slightly modified, with warmer colors and many more decorative paintings, one of which was a sunflower facing the sun, full of vitality.

The weather was getting colder and colder, so Shen Zhichu put on a down jacket with two sweaters inside to resist the winter cold.

Back at the villa, when the heater was turned on, the average temperature was 25°C. It was just right for Shen Zhichu to take off his down jacket.

The heating is turned on in the room, and she likes to leave the windows open. The cold wind blows on her face like a knife. Shen Zhichu's face turns pale, like a living person in a coffin. It doesn't feel popular at all.

........

Li Jingshen was the same as before, commuting to and from get off work on time, and came back early to accompany Shen Zhichu. The relationship between them became more and more indifferent. There was a double-edged knife lying in the middle, and whoever took the first step would die.

Sleeping became a problem, and under Shen Zhichu's hostile eyes, he couldn't sleep with her at all, so he could only sleep on the floor on the far side of the sofa.

Shen Zhichu spent most of his time looking at the blue and white porcelain. When he was free, he held it in his arms and wiped it bit by bit with a clean towel. There was obviously no dust on the blue and white porcelain.

Another week later, Shen Zhichu held the blue and white porcelain and said to Li Jingshen, "Find a place to bury it."

"Okay." Li Jingshen agreed to her, chose a cemetery, spent a huge sum of money to buy a cemetery, and buried the blue and white porcelain in it.

Shen Zhichu quietly looked at the word "Jianzhao" on the tombstone, her expression was as indifferent as a cloud of smoke, she didn't cry, because her tears had been shed long ago.

........

After Shen Zhichu went back, he acted as if nothing had happened, he took care of his body, and his complexion slowly began to recover, but his face was still pale, not that good.

In the past few days, she has long been used to holding the blue-and-white porcelain bottle to wipe it. Now that the blue-and-white porcelain is buried, she always feels that something is missing in her hands. In order not to keep herself trapped in this sense of lack, Shen Zhichu started to find something to do on her own.

Wash clothes by yourself, clean your own bedroom and bathroom, and cook your own meals.

Mrs. Zhang was next to her to help her, washing the vegetables and so on.

Li Jingshen had already ordered that as long as Shen Zhichu didn't harm herself, she could do whatever she wanted, including going out.

This time he didn't restrict her freedom, but Shen Zhichu stayed at home obediently and didn't step out, as if she was used to the life of being captive.

When Li Jingshen returned home from work, he could smell the familiar smell of food when he entered the room, which he often smelled during those four years.

"Who cooked the meal today?" He asked the butler, his voice trembling

"Madam did it."

Li Jingshen twitched the corners of his lips, and when he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Shen Zhichu busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, or that he had returned to four years ago.

At that time, Shen Zhichu loved him like his life, and no matter how busy he was at work, he would come back to cook. This familiar smell of food was not uncommon for him to sniff at it in those four years, but now it is a taste that he dreams of.

Three dishes and one soup, Mrs. Zhang brought them to the table one by one, and Li Jingshen couldn't wait to sit down after washing her hands.