Chapter 73: Noble and Aloof
Shen Mengyao lied down quietly.
However, she was staring expressionlessly at the ceiling.
With no sound at all, she was like a vegetable.
Compared to her, although Tang Ying was inferior in terms of temperament and appearance, being with her was more joyful.
Perhaps, this was what Shen Mengyao referred to as, the soul with feelings.
Zhang Cheng sat nearby and lit a cigarette.
Shen Mengyao asked, "Can you kill me now?"
She had already seen Zhang Cheng's gun.
This man had two guns.
Just one shot, and she would die and be liberated.
Zhang Cheng responded, "What's the hurry?"
Shen Mengyao replied calmly, "My husband wasn't interested in this sort of thing."
Zhang Cheng took a deep puff of the cigarette, looking at Shen Mengyao's furrowed brows due to the smoke, deliberately blowing a ring of smoke onto her face, "Didn't you just say that souls with feelings could blend?"
Shen Mengyao slowly explained, "My husband and I resonated and blended in music and spirituality."
Zhang Cheng didn't believe in spiritual resonance, scoffing, "Your husband is just as aloof."
Shen Mengyao shook her head, not irritated, but instead explained, "You are still young, only knowing to indulge in the flesh. If you encounter art, you would discover the importance of music and life to life and soul..."
"Hold on, stop right there." Zhang Cheng stopped Shen Mengyao's preaching.
He wasn't interested in listening to things like 'art', 'soul', 'resonance', 'blending'.
Zhang Cheng changed the subject, saying, "I just went downstairs and saw your family's piano and oil paintings. Quite artistic."
Shen Mengyao didn't reply.
Zhang Cheng abruptly asked, "Are you hungry?"
Shen Mengyao said, "If you want to continue, please do so until you're satisfied. If you don't want to, then please leave or kill me."
Zhang Cheng scratched his head, he thought he was a woman whisperer.
After all, he was influenced by soap operas since he was young.
However, this woman, Shen Mengyao...
She was completely different from Chen Shiru.
Her desire to die was hard to understand.
Although they seemed to have a good married relationship, this spiritual love completely rejected the 'flesh'...
That was strange.
Zhang Cheng suddenly asked, "Would I be a good person if I killed you?"
Shen Mengyao paused for a moment, and then nodded, "Thank you for setting me free."
She thought Zhang Cheng was about to end her life, which, to her, was the best news since her husband's death.
"Don't thank me yet," Zhang Cheng waved it off.
Shen Mengyao thought Zhang Cheng was going to finish what he had started.
After more than an hour later.
This time, Zhang Cheng really had a post-coital cigarette.
It was the first time, unlike the previous times.
Shen Mengyao spoke up, "My body can't bear children. Also, don't assume that me getting pregnant would change anything."
Shen Mengyao had been married to her husband for seven years. Their affection was robust, and they could communicate about art and music.
However...
The couple was uninterested in that kind of activity.
Zhang Cheng pulled out many Snickers bars, sausage sticks, chocolates from his bag, and left them on the table.
Zhang Cheng stated, "It's the end of the world, I want to be a bad guy, so I won't kill you. Live well. Of course, if you want to kill yourself, I won't stop you. There are many zombies outside, you can go and feed them to the zombies."
Shen Mengyao frowned.
This crude-behaving, ordinary-looking man with a stench of sweat and blood on his body...
Did he still want to win her heart?
That was utterly impossible!
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