mesbooks Chapter 272 Mrs. Li's Tears
Chapter 272 Mrs. Li's Tears
He was afraid that if he reached out, the crab's pincers would snap his hand in the next second.
While a sweet love story was unfolding at the dinner table...
On the wall of the living room.
A black and white portrait of Mr. Li hangs on the wall.
In the photo, he was smiling, gazing gently ahead, as if he were protecting his home.
However, at the very moment Mrs. Li and Li Jian clasped hands tightly, Mr. Li's face in the photo began to slowly contort.
His lips gradually drooped, his originally gentle smile turning into a sinister sneer, and his eyes changed from calm to cold and venomous.
Those eyes seemed to come alive, their pupils slowly moving as they stared intently in the direction of the restaurant.
His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, as if he were silently accusing something.
A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.
In the photo, Mr. Li no longer seems to be the deceased relative, but a resentful ghost trying to shatter the warmth of the moment with his presence.
Mrs. Li seemed to sense something, her body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously let go of Li Jian's hand.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the living room, and her face instantly turned pale.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "He...he's watching us."
Li Jian followed her gaze and saw the distorted portrait.
His brow furrowed, a sense of unease rising within him, but he quickly took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He gently patted Mrs. Li's hand and whispered comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhen, it's just a photo. He's gone, but our lives must go on."
However, Mrs. Li's gaze remained fixed on the photograph.
Her heart was filled with complex emotions, including guilt over the past and fear of the future.
In the photo, Mr. Li still stares at them with those resentful eyes, as if silently warning them.
Li Jian had heard Lyon mention it.
When an ordinary person dies, they are directly transformed into neutrinos and dissipate into the universe.
This is what Buddhism refers to as dust returning to dust and ashes returning to ashes.
This is what ordinary people understand as reincarnation.
However, people like Mr. Li, who died with resentment and wearing bright red clothes, have a high chance of becoming vengeful ghosts after death.
However, to become a vengeful ghost, one needs to accumulate energy, meaning that it can only take human form and harm people on the night of the return of the soul.
Before that, they couldn't do anything.
Even if his wife is being driven, he can only watch helplessly.
Li Jian regained his composure and focused his attention back on Mrs. Li.
Looking at Mrs. Li's luscious lips and her charming appearance, Li Jian felt like he was about to explode.
Li Jian put Mrs. Li down, then put his arm around her slender waist and asked, "Ah Zhen, have you ever thought about finding another man?"
Mrs. Li's voice was low and mournful, as if carrying endless weariness and pain.
Her eyes were dim, her gaze unfocused, as if she were lost in some kind of memory.
Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes, her tone revealing a deep disappointment: "Men are all the same, I've been heartbroken by men."
Her voice trembled slightly, tinged with a sob, yet she tried her best to remain calm: "Right now, all I want is to raise Xiaolong, to watch him work, get married, and have children. That's my only wish."
Her tone was full of anticipation for the future, but also revealed a hint of helplessness and loneliness.
His gaze was sincere and firm, as if trying to pull her out of the shadows of the past: "The most important thing in a person's life is to have a soulmate."
This person may not be your husband, but he will love and cherish you just like a husband would.
When you're happy, he'll be there to share your joy and applaud your love.
When you're feeling down, he'll be your strongest support, sheltering you from the storm.
His tone was full of tenderness and promise, as if he were making a silent vow to her.
His hand gently stroked her shoulder, the movement tender and full of protectiveness: "Ah Zhen, you deserve to be loved, you deserve to have happiness."
I don't ask you to accept me immediately, but I will prove through my actions that I can be the one to accompany and protect you.
As Mrs. Li listened to his words, her eyes reddened slightly, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
Her fingers gripped his sleeve tightly, as if searching for some support.
Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible, yet tinged with a sob: "Will you really... stay with me forever?"
Li Jian nodded gently, his gaze firm yet tender: "Yes, Ah Zhen. No matter how many storms lie ahead, I will be by your side and face them with you."
Mrs. Li's tears finally streamed down her face, but she did not flinch. Instead, she gently leaned on his shoulder, as if at this moment, she had finally found the long-lost sense of security and reliance.
The two figures clung tightly together under the light, as if time itself had stood still, leaving only their breaths and heartbeats.
Li Jian reached out and pinched Mrs. Li's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"嘤——"
Mrs. Li let out a soft moan, shyly raising her head, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes slightly closed, her heart racing.
She had a charming and alluring appearance, as if she were available for anyone to pick.
Seeing Mrs. Li's captivating beauty, which seemed to melt away her icy exterior, Li Jian's breathing became increasingly heavy.
... (Three chapters omitted here)
On the wall of the living room.
Bright red blood actually flowed from Mr. Li's eyes.
Blood slid down his cheeks and dripped to the bottom of the photo, as if to stain the entire image red.
Mrs. Li rested her head on Li Jian's shoulder, her starry eyes sparkling.
Suddenly.
Mrs. Li's eyes met those of her deceased husband on the wall.
"what!"
Mrs. Li cried out in alarm, her body turning cold.
Mrs. Li stopped Li Jian from taking any further action.
With her husband still hanging on the wall and her son sleeping in the next room, Mrs. Li felt a pang of shame.
My enthusiasm seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of cold water.
Mrs. Li pushed Li Jian away abruptly, saying awkwardly, "Jian, don't do this. We can't. Please give me some more time, let my husband finish his seven-day mourning period, okay?"
Li Jian knew that haste makes waste.
Despite being engulfed in flames, Li Jian had no choice but to press the brake button.
Married women, especially those like Mrs. Li who have experienced the hardships of life, are indeed extremely sensitive and complex psychologically.
They carry too many responsibilities and emotions in their hearts, including a deep attachment to their families and a desire and pursuit of self-worth.
Their lives are often filled with daily necessities, children, and housework, but deep down, they still retain a longing for freedom and happiness.