Shallow Fate (Lily ABO) mute A - Chapter 29
Shen Zhimo nestled in the sofa chair by the bed, stirring the dark brown liquid in the crystal glass while recalling her two marriages.
The crystal glass was made in a factory in the south of the city, and the glass contained imported goods from overseas.
The word “love” is also just an imported product.
She took a sip of the liquid that emitted an ominous heat.
So bitter.
But the price is expensive.
The warmth of the rim of the glass neutralized the bitterness. Shen Zhimo couldn’t help but hold it for a while longer, then drank the bitter liquid in one gulp.
New ideas gave her an excuse to abandon her past.
Free love secured her wealth and glory.
“Heh…”
Fang Yu was awakened by this laugh.
She looked around the large bed that didn’t belong to her, then timidly lifted the quilt, picking out her few pieces of clothing from the clothes scattered all over the floor.
If you look closely, you will find that there are many purple-red marks of varying depths on her body.
Traces of venting.
She was not afraid that Shen Zhimo would vent her anger on her, but this meant that Shen Zhimo was unhappy.
She didn’t want her to be unhappy.
If she cannot offer comfort in words, then not disturbing her is also a form of comfort.
Fang Yu gently put on her clothes, during which she felt Shen Zhimo’s gaze. When she fastened the last button, something was thrown into her arms. Upon closer inspection, it was the bundle she brought when she first came.
“You can leave.”
This sentence was said lightly, as if she was saying “good morning” to her. It drilled into her ears and turned several times before Fang Yu realized what kind of punishment she had been sentenced to.
Even though she was prepared for separation, she never thought it would come so quickly.
Only then did she dare to look directly at Shen Zhimo.
Two beautiful legs were casually crossed, the tips of her feet tapping the coffee table rhythmically, as if she wanted to say something to her, or as if she was waiting for her to speak.
Shen Zhimo’s words last night made her think that there was still room for change between them, but now…
Only then did she understand how gentle a way of saying goodbye a letter is.
Not knowing how to react, her knees softened first, kneeling and moving towards Shen Zhimo’s direction.
“Ah… ah…” Fang Yu circled her arms around Shen Zhimo’s raised calf, begging pitifully. This action also made her lose her only means of communication. If she wanted to add weight to this request, she could only add words. She opened her mouth and tried hard to squeeze out a single syllable.
“Don’t make a sound.” Shen Zhimo cupped her palm and covered Fang Yu’s opening and closing lips.
“Ah… ah… woo woo…”
But you said, as long as I can say I love you, you will go home with me.
Fang Yu stubbornly sobbed until her throat was filled with tears, and even those few weak syllables could no longer be uttered.
She had to raise her tear-covered eyes to beg Shen Zhimo.
“The money is all in the bundle, and I added a check. You can go to the Central Bank to find a teller to exchange it first, then go to the concession to rent a house. Wait until the curfew is over and go home, do you hear?” Shen Zhimo restrained the impulse to hug the kneeling person, giving instructions word by word.
It is not good to leave the city now, even if you leave, it is dangerous on the road. Only the concession area can be regarded as a “paradise.” Xie Jin’s soldiers dare not make trouble there.
It was her selfishness that placed Fang Yu in such a dangerous situation. She had to take advantage of her pity… before worse things happened… to end all this.
“Let go.”
Fang Yu was stubborn, shaking her head desperately, refusing to let go.
A-Mo doesn’t want her affection… money… she doesn’t have as much as Xie Yuefeng… she has nothing to give her…
Suddenly, she remembered the last thing, hurriedly grabbed the bell around her neck, and put it into Shen Zhimo’s palm.
The touch of the bell made Shen Zhimo pause, but she quickly recovered.
“Why do you… never understand what I’m saying…” Shen Zhimo let out a short breath, tightened her fist, and forcefully tore off the rope, throwing it hard to the ground—
*Ding—*
After making the last sharp sound, the bell also became mute, rolled a few times, and disappeared.
“Do you have to make me say such harsh words? Okay… then I’ll say it for you… there are plenty of this thing of yours in the pork shop and the brothel! If you like to be a dog, go to someone else’s house! I’m tired of playing! I’m tired of you!”
Fang Yu just cried.
Shen Zhimo straightened up and tried to drag her out, but Fang Yu seemed to have taken root on the ground and didn’t move at all. She had to hit her. At first, she just pretended to draw a few times, but the more she hit, the more angry she became. Slaps and fists rained down on Fang Yu’s head, making Fang Yu’s ears buzz. After not knowing how many blows, she finally fell down, curled up on the ground, hugged her knees and continued to cry.
Shen Zhimo raised her head, tears held back in her eyes, gurgled a few times along her throat, and then bent down to continue dragging Fang Yu. Just as they were in a stalemate, Aunt Zhang’s voice rang out outside the door:
“Madam, a doctor has come to the house.”
Doctor?
Xie Yuefeng really became suspicious.
She tried her best to steady herself and responded to the outside:
“I know, tell her to wait for me in the guest room.”
When Aunt Zhang’s footsteps disappeared, Shen Zhimo used all her strength to drag Fang Yu out of the bedroom, to the stairs. She called several servants to carry Fang Yu out together.
“Guard well, don’t let her come in.”
Didn’t she ask him to respect her yesterday? Why is she acting strangely today… Although puzzled, the soldier on guard still loyally obeyed his superior’s arrangement, and together with his teammates, used the gun handle to hold Fang Yu, who wanted to climb back, in place.
“Yo…” Xie Yuefeng, with her hands behind her back, appeared from nowhere, sinisterly asking, “What’s going on?”
Her instinctive, barely maintained calm heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Shen Zhimo stiffly turned her head, just in time to meet Xie Yuefeng’s probing gaze.
“Yuefeng… you today… didn’t you go to school…”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter whether I go or not. Your health is more important.”
“I… I’m fine…”
“Whether you are okay or not, the doctor’s examination will tell.” Xie Yuefeng put her arm around her waist. “You haven’t answered my question yet. What’s wrong with Cousin?”
Shen Zhimo dared not look at Xie Yuefeng again. When she lowered her head, she inadvertently glanced at the ring on her hand, and immediately came up with an excuse:
“She… she… took my ring… it has been taken back, but I don’t plan to keep her anymore.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah…”
“So she stole something.” The force on her waist suddenly tightened. “Zhimo, you may not be very clear about our family’s rules. Servants who steal things… come in upright and go out horizontally.”
Seeing Shen Zhimo’s expression change from calm to horrified, Xie Yuefeng raised the corners of her mouth.
“Since she is a cousin, um… how does that saying go?”
She raised her chin, and the soldier raised his gun stock.
“Let her have a dog’s life for the time being.”
“Yuefeng…” Shen Zhimo clenched the belt of the person next to her, but the young marshal, who had long harbored resentment, obviously didn’t want to miss this good show. Her raised chin fell, and the gun stock also fell on Fang Yu.
“Yuefeng… don’t do this…”
The century-old elm wood should not have expected that it would be made into a weapon for killing people, or even directly used to hit human flesh.
“Don’t keep Dr. Ross waiting.”
Rather than being considerate, it is better to say… a threat.
Seeing those high heels turn direction, Fang Yu tried to get up from the ground, just as she got up a little, the gun stock was like pounding garlic and hit her back and waist, several times hitting…several times hitting the bones. She had to ignore the friction of the rough ground, forcibly twisted her face and used her sight to chase after it.
She hoped that those shoes could stop for her for a while.
Her wet hair was messily stuck to her forehead, blocking most of her vision. She hated herself for not being able to push them away.
It doesn’t matter anymore… because… until she disappeared… those shoes never stopped once, never turned back once.
Only then did Fang Yu feel the pain.
Skin sticking to flesh, flesh wrapping skin, separating and separating.
Bl00d swelled into her chest cavity, a tremor rushed to her throat. In a trance, she thought she could speak, opened her mouth wide, and vomited a mouthful of bl00d.
Just a mouthful of bl00d, that’s all.