The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 245: Deep in the Embroidered Bed (Part )

The light red brocade quilt was covered again, hiding the pain that the woman did not want to show to others.

Meeting those tearful eyes, Liu Sheng couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

"What's your name?"

"My last name is Lu, and I am the fourth child in my family. Everyone in my family calls me Si Niang."

Lu Siniang's voice was melodious and pleasant, but unfortunately she often had difficulty breathing due to her frail body, and her voice was weak and intermittent, which made her even more pitiful.

Liu Sheng even walked towards the bed step by step because of pity in his heart.

The little tentacles shrank behind Liu Sheng obediently, wriggling cleverly in the air.

Ling Xiaoshu grabbed Liu Sheng's arm and looked at the woman, admiring her beauty.

But Lu Siniang did not see Ling Xiaoshu, she only saw Liu Sheng.

Finally, she saw Liu Sheng's true face. She looked like a kind girl. The fear on Lu Siniang's face faded away, and she looked more friendly.

"Big sister, you are so beautiful."

Liu Sheng blushed for a rare moment, and whispered shyly, "You look better."

Hearing Liu Sheng's sincere words, Lu Siniang smiled faintly, as beautiful as a flower in early spring.

Liu Sheng, Ling Xiaoshu, the little tentacles and the world were all mesmerized by this smile and couldn't take their eyes away.

"So, big sister, can you help me?" Lu Siniang's eyes became more moist and full of pleading.

"What help do you need?" Liu Sheng asked without hesitation.

"Help me... Help me to recover my body and die with dignity."

The voice was as soft as the reeds swaying by the water, tickling my heart.

"How to do it?"

"Big sister, you should understand." The timid voice was seductive and tempting.

"Yes, I understand."

As these words were spoken, Lu Siniang in front of him, along with the deep and dark embroidered bed, faded away like the tide, as if the color was dissolving rapidly, and soon another color was quickly painted on.

A completely different carved wooden bed appeared in front of Liu Sheng, with light blue curtains hanging around the bed.

There was a person lying on it, his pale and bloodless face looked somewhat familiar, his eyes were closed, he was unconscious, and only the sound of faint breathing could be heard.

His neck was very white and his skin was very thin, with blue blood vessels showing through. It seemed that if he poked it lightly, warm liquid from underneath would gush out, staining the area bloody.

Coincidentally, there was a knife on the small table beside the bed.

There wasn't even a scabbard, and the blade was shining with a cold light.

Very sharp knife, what a thoughtful touch.

His internal organs should be intact, very suitable for Lu Siniang.

And his limbs.

Liu Sheng used his little tentacles to lift the quilt and took a look.

My muscles are atrophying a bit, how come it’s happening so fast?
But it doesn't matter.

Originally, she thought that the man's figure was a bit too tall and strong, but now he is thin and slender, which is just right for Lu Siniang.

"Yes, sister, that's right to think so, that's it... help me..." Lu Siniang's soft pleading voice sounded in Liu Sheng's ears, sticking sticky to her earlobe.

Liu Sheng's hand slowly reached out for the knife.

Lu Siniang's voice was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming from Liu Sheng's ear hole and into her body, telling her request to her heart.

When Liu Sheng's fingertips were just a millimeter away from touching the hilt of the knife, Lu Siniang's voice became silent, leaving only heavy breathing.

Liu Sheng's hand stopped.

The breathing quickened a little, then stopped.

"Sister...what's wrong?" Lu Siniang asked weakly.

Liu Sheng, however, burst out laughing and slowly put his hand away.

"what happened?"

"why?"

After asking twice, her gentle voice could hardly be maintained.

"Do you really think his limbs are suitable for you? The height difference between you two is probably about one foot, right?" Liu Sheng asked back.

"And his internal organs, stuffed into your chest, you can't even close the door, right?"

"Don't you think it's unreasonable for me to think this way? Even deceiving people should be reasonable, right?"

The voice hidden in Liu Sheng's body was silenced for a moment by these rapid-fire questions.

"Yes, my sister is so beautiful and this man is so ugly, it's not suitable." Ling Xiaoshu also joined in.

"Where did you come from again!" The voice was frightened by the sudden appearance of Ling Xiaoshu and couldn't hold back the tender voice, and shouted out sharply. "...I was clearly here the whole time."

This is Ling Xiaoshu's eternal pain.

Liu Sheng patted her head and said, "Don't discriminate based on appearance."

"Sister... your condition is more serious." Ling Xiaoshu muttered.

Noticing Liu Sheng's calmness at this moment, the voice was a little confused.

"So, you never had any..."

"Yes, I never believed you from the beginning to the end."

"Although you are really beautiful, of course, mainly referring to your head." Liu Sheng no longer spoke tenderly, but said coldly, "But unfortunately, my resilience is too high."

"In my eyes, you are nothing but an ugly, smelly corpse."

As Liu Sheng said this coldly, the voice finally became angry.

"You don't understand! You don't understand anything!"

As the sharp roars shook Liu Sheng's heart, the scene in front of Liu Sheng's eyes quickly faded away again.

She saw from afar that Jiang Caibin, who was lying on the bed, was awakened by the noise, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

But he could not see anything, because Liu Sheng had been dragged into the strange den again.

Jiang Caibin was the only one left in the room.

What exactly is that sound?
It sounded like a woman's scream, very shrill, full of grievance and unwillingness...

It sounded like a man as miserable as he was.

Maybe, I was dreaming.

I've been having nightmares these days and haven't had a good night's sleep.

That’s right, how can I sleep?

A bitter smile appeared on Jiang Caibin's pale face.

From a young talent born in an official family and a member of the Honghu Project, who was about to take off, he has now become a disabled and immobile person.

His father has even made arrangements. He will arrange a small official position for him as soon as he passes the Honghu Plan. He will have a good starting point and then slowly climb up. With the Jiang family's support behind him, his climb will not be slow.

"It's definitely not worse than your cousin!"

That's what his father said.

Jiang Caibin has admired and worshipped his cousin since he was a child, but as he grew older, he couldn't help but compare them secretly.

After hearing what my father said, I was naturally full of confidence and looked forward to the day when I could surpass the eldest son's family.

As a result, all preparations came to naught.

His father also aged a lot overnight, with noticeable white hair on his temples.

But he didn't say anything, just that Jiang Caibin just lived well.

One night, Jiang Caibin closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, listening to his mother crying beside the bed.

These days, whenever he didn't want to face his parents' grief-stricken expressions, he would pretend to be asleep.

But this time, he heard his father comforting his mother and quietly discussing when to adopt a child from the clan.

"We can't waste the hard-earned spot in the Honghu Plan."

My mother also said, "Yes, you gave Prime Minister Wen a lot of gifts... but you can't get them back, so why not..."

Dad sighed: "It's just that I'm worried that Cai Bin can't accept it."

"There's nothing we can do, Caibin has already..." Mother said, bursting into tears.

In an instant, it was like falling into an icy cave.

It's already useless. Jiang Caibin guessed that the unfinished words should be this one.

Yes, he is no longer useful.

Living just makes things difficult for my parents, and I struggle in pain every day.

As he thought of this, his eyes suddenly fell on the knife on the small table.

Where did the knife come from?

The question flashed through my mind for only a moment and was quickly forgotten.

He is not qualified to think so much now.

His eyes focused and he saw the tip of the knife flashing with cold light pointing at him.

What a coincidence.

Just right.

(End of this chapter)