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 291: Dealing with the Thug
At 6 a.m. sharp, Shen Zhichu was up and about, going for an hour-long jog before returning home for a shower and breakfast.
Her past life's battle with stomach cancer had taught her a valuable lesson: no matter what, she had to maintain a regular lifestyle, eat on time, and prioritize her health above all else.
As she remembered the years she spent cooking meals and waiting for Li Jingshen to come home, only to be greeted by her cancer diagnosis instead, a self-mocking smile tugged at Shen Zhichu's lips. She really was a fool.
At 9 a.m., the delivery guy called her to pick up a package. After receiving the pickup code, Shen Zhichu threw on a jacket, put on her sunglasses and mask, and headed out. The neighborhood was quiet on a weekday, mostly populated by elderly folks out for a walk or moms with their kids.