President Li, Her Ladyship Doesn't Deserve to Die
Jake was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through social media feeds that seemed to blur into a monotonous stream of memes, selfies, and food pics. His cramped apartment was dimly lit, the flickering bulb doing little to lift the gloom that had settled over him.
Chapter 257: I'll Prepare a Gift He'll Never Forget
Shen Zhichu's legs were busted, but her ears worked just fine. She overheard someone calling Li Jingshen, and she could tell it was Xia Mingyue on the phone, though she couldn't catch what was being said.
Shen Zhichu didn't react, and Li Jingshen didn't seem fazed. He'd gotten used to her giving him the cold shoulder these past few weeks. It stung, but he figured it was better than her previous self-destructive antics.
After Li Jingshen left, Mrs. Zhang took over pushing Shen Zhichu's wheelchair. Suddenly, a nurse made a beeline for them.
"Ms. Shen, someone asked me to pass a message to you."
Shen Zhichu didn't bat an eyelid, but Zhang looked like a deer caught in headlights. She knew it was best to play dumb in situations like this.
Shen Zhichu patted Zhang's hand. For the first time in ten days, she spoke, her voice hoarse as hell, "Auntie Zhang, give us some space. I need to talk to her."