Chapter 1: A bit of hipster after the rain.

In Chen Cheng's lonely world, she got used to not talking, not caring about, and not distinguishing whether others treated her well or badly.

But in a warm autumn with camphor tree leaves falling, she met Song Jili.

Someone who enjoys breaking her rules.

She never thought they would have any deep intersection.

Fate is always unpredictable.

Years later, she introduced Song Jili in the postscript of her collection of works:

My husband's love for me is very direct.

No prejudice, no complexity, no arrogance.

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After autumn came, the temperature in Jiangdu dropped sharply. The weather was not good. It always rained heavily and humidly. Wrapped in air conditioning, it was so cold that people didn't want to go out.

A sunny day is a rare good weather in autumn.

Chen Cheng stood in front of the studio window, watching the sunset lingering in the dusk not far away, carefully looking at the texture of the clouds, and then recording the saturation of yellow and orange bit by bit.

"I'm sorry to bother you today."

Shen Bingwei walked over to Chen Cheng and handed her a glass of juice.

The takeaway just arrived, still slightly cool, like the aftertaste of summer.

Chen Cheng smiled at her, with two pear-shaped smiles on his lips, adding a bit of unique aura.

Took the juice, inserted the tube, and took a sip.

Continue to watch the beautiful sunset outside the window.

Shen Bingwei glanced at Chen Cheng's profile. She had a small face with pretty and lively features, especially the pear-shaped curls around her lips. She had never thought anyone had such beautiful pear-shaped curls. She looked gentle when she was not smiling, and sweet and clear when she smiled. The word "beautiful girl" popped up in her mind. The more she looked at her, the more fascinated she became. It was like tasting tea. After it went down her throat, the fragrance of the tea remained at the root of her tongue.

It's just a pity.

She is beautiful, but she can't speak.

I heard that it was because he was stimulated by something when he was a child, and he stopped talking after waking up.

Shen Bingwei walked to the drawing board, took a look at the whole painting, opened her mouth slightly in surprise, looked up at the slender figure standing by the window in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then continued to count the number of yellows in an orange cloud. The further she looked, the more surprised she became.

It was the first time I saw someone paint a sunset picture that showed the layers of colors so brilliantly, even the quietly changing black of the sky was depicted.

The colors of dusk in this small painting are more stunning than what the naked eye can capture.

"Aunt." Shen Bingwei couldn't help asking, "What kind of painting style do you follow? The sunset you painted is somewhat dreamy, like a fairy tale."

Chen Cheng walked over and raised his hand to sign. Thinking that Shen Bingwei couldn't understand sign language, he typed a reply on his mobile phone note: "I saw it."

Shen Bingwei sighed: "As expected, a painter's eyes can capture the most beautiful things, and then add imagination to turn it into a masterpiece."

Chen Cheng wanted to say that she had misunderstood, but the little girl was lively and eager to continue expressing her thoughts and wanted to praise her, so she just listened to her continue talking quietly with a smile.

"By the way, little aunt." Shen Bingwei walked over and took Chen Cheng's hand, "Let's go to the Song family for dinner tonight. Do you want me to accompany you?"

Chen Cheng was so immersed in painting that he forgot about the important things to do tonight.

She typed: "No, I can go by myself."

"Well, I really want to go and play." Shen Bingwei sat back in front of the drawing board and sighed at her own stiff painting.

"Aunt, the Song family broke their promise. Song Yeran said he would not marry her, but last week the two families had a dinner together and he ran away from home with his girlfriend. How embarrassing it is for you!"

"The next day, they said they wanted to continue the engagement between the two families. Can they marry our daughter whenever they want?"

Shen Bingwei was so angry that she rubbed the white paper with her paintbrush.

Chen Cheng did not show any dissatisfaction and agreed with Shen Bingwei in his heart.

If her marriage partner had not changed, she would have been willing to accept the marriage. But when the person suddenly changed, she hesitated.

"The only people of your age in the Song family are Song Yeran and Song Yeliang." Shen Bingwei sneered, "Could it be Song Yeliang..."

The empty-headed third-generation rich man is not worthy of her aunt at all!

Chen Cheng wrote down a new sentence in his memo: "The grandmother who came to our house to talk about relatives and my third brother and his wife said that this man is Song Yeran's uncle."

Shen Bingwei was just about to say yes, after getting married she would be the elder of the family, and even Song Yeran, who was clamoring to cancel the engagement, had to call her aunt respectfully.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Then he remembered that the Song family was small and Song Yeran only had two cousins.

One is married and is currently the CEO of the Song Group. He married a famous actress in the provincial opera troupe.

As for the unmarried one...

Shen Bingwei moved her stool over and asked, "Aunt, what else did that person say?"

Chen Cheng didn't take the marriage seriously. The person who came to negotiate kept talking, but she only listened to a few words.

Chen Cheng: "She also said that he is 7 years older than me, but he is more caring because he is older."

Shen Bingwei was furious.

Isn't this a scam?

These people are just deceiving the young aunt who has just arrived, bullying her because she didn't grow up in Jiangdu and doesn't know these things in the circle.

"The person who introduced him couldn't be talking about the second-ranked son of the Song family...Song Jili, right?" Shen Bingwei's lips twitched.

Chen Cheng: “I don’t remember the name.”

Shen Bingwei still couldn't understand why her parents looked so sad even though the Song family came with a car full of gifts to apologize and make peace. So this is what happened.

"Aunt, let me tell you..." Shen Bingwei was a little hesitant about whether to tell the truth.

Chen Cheng put the paint away in his bag and waved his hand to indicate that he was in a hurry.

Shen Bingwei was worried and ran up after him.

Walking beside Chen Cheng, she didn't dare to say anything. After all, she had never met Song Jili and all she knew about his deeds were hearsay.

When she reached the last step, Shen Bingwei couldn't hold it any longer.

"Aunt, Song Jili is not a good person. He has done so many bad things that it would take three days and three nights to describe them all."

Chen Cheng signs: "I know."

Shen Bingwei suddenly stopped and almost bit her tongue, stunned: "Ah...you know?"

Chen Cheng found his phone and dialed: "My third brother and his wife told me."

"My parents have told you, so what do you think?" Shen Bingwei felt it was rude to ask too many questions and didn't want to say everything that was in her mind.

Chen Cheng: "The Song family is sincere, and we have business cooperation."

Chen Cheng: "But I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it when I get back."

Shen Bingwei felt powerless, and finally muttered "Okay", then lowered her head and said nothing more.

The car sent by the Song family had been parked downstairs. It was a Hongqi L2, a global limited edition that could not be purchased even if one had status.

Enough face is given.

You can tell from the way he acts that this is Song Jili's behavior, not that Shen Bingwei is biased. Song Yeran and his family are rich, but they are all misers and stingy.

Chen Cheng got into the car and waved goodbye to Shen Bingwei.

The journey was long, so she took out her notebook and started sketching.

I was thinking, should I talk to Song Jili in person when I meet him tonight?

It’s a pity that I didn’t see Song Jili at dinner tonight. I heard that he went to the mountains to pick autumn tea.

Speaking of which, he is also a genius.

He was an outstanding graduate of the aviation major at Beijing University. He joined the army after graduation and served in the air force for five years. After his discharge from the army, he joined his family's airline, but because flying a civil airline would be like flying a fighter plane, they did not dare to let him fly.

After all, he is the second son of the Song family. Since he cannot fly a plane, his father sends him to the senior management of an airline company to do management.

He was not happy about it, so he fished for three days and dried his nets for two days, and went to the company once every two months. This made his father at home very angry, so he fired him and gave him several hills where he grew tea.

Generally, the young masters of wealthy families were exiled to the "frontier", where most of them simply stayed there to eat and wait for death.

It took Song Jili three years to build up the Song family tea business, which became the largest exporter in the country, and the company continued to grow.

I didn't meet him in person, but I did meet my future in-laws, both of whom are very good-tempered people.

Chen Cheng pondered over it and decided that maybe she could marry him. He was often away on business trips, so she would have more time to spend with other members of the Song family.

At the dinner table, there was a pair of eyes looking at her intentionally or unintentionally, which made her very uncomfortable.

After dinner, Chen Cheng got into the same car he came in.

Tonight we are not only having dinner to keep in touch, but also asking her in a tactful way about her intention of getting married.

Chen Cheng did not answer directly, but just smiled and dealt with it.

The elders of the Song family didn't feel comfortable asking further questions.

As the car reached the foot of the mountain, a black sports car blocked the road.

Song Yeran got out of the driver's seat, walked to where Chen Cheng was sitting, and knocked on the car window.

Before Chen Cheng could react, his body moved before his brain and he lowered the window.

She couldn't speak, so she could only tilt her head back and wait for him to speak first.

"Xiaocheng, I'm sorry. You should cancel this marriage." Song Yeran frowned and seemed really worried about her.

Chen Cheng looked at the young man with red lips and white teeth in front of him.

When she heard that he was her marriage partner, she was very happy because in her heart, he was a very good person.

When he was a child, he lived in the Shen family in northern Beijing for a period of time. He never minded that she could not speak. He would knock on her door every day and ask her to go out and play with him.

On the day of the blind date, he yelled at his parents, accusing them of not loving him and wanting him to marry a mute girl.

Chen Cheng, who accidentally heard it outside the door, felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

All filters for him are shattered.

Most of them would be kind to her, provided that she would not establish a close relationship with them. Once they established a certain kind of relationship, they would resist hysterically like Song Yeran, and hate any label associated with her.

She just watched from a distance as he ran away without looking back, holding his girlfriend's hand.

Like many people who learned that she was mute, they madly avoided her, as if she was a terrible virus, fearing that she would bind them.

She was already used to this, and she was sad for less than five minutes. After dinner, she went home with her brother and sister-in-law.

"If you really marry my uncle, I... will feel guilty." Song Yeran said sincerely.

Chen Cheng just looked at him without any action.

Her eyes made Song Yeran feel very uncomfortable, as if his disguise had been exposed and his true thoughts were seen.

Another person got off the black car.

He looks 70% like Song Yeran, and he is his younger brother Song Yeliang.

He ran over angrily, protected Song Yeran, glared at Chen Cheng, and said, "Chen Cheng, if you know what's best for you, go home and take the initiative to reject this marriage."

"My uncle has always enjoyed bullying my brother since he was young. He wants to marry you just to please the elders and make my brother disliked."

"He's not a good person either. Don't be fooled by his playful and smiling face. He is a smiling tiger and his methods are extremely cruel. Listen to my advice. I'm saying this for your own good."

Chen Cheng understood.

Song Yeran refused to get married and was scolded by the elders of the Song family. Song Jili, who was at odds with him, took over the responsibility of arranging the marriage and overpowered him.

Chen Cheng happened to have a pen and a sketchbook in his hands, and wrote on a new page: "So?"

Does their dispute have anything to do with her?

She was still hesitating, but after hearing this, she really wanted to agree to the marriage to piss off her two brothers.

She came here to get married, and she only agreed to the marriage if her partner could accept her shortcomings, but she ended up being wrong.

Song Yeliang was so angry that his chest ached.

I thought she was mute but not stupid, so why couldn't she understand what people were saying?

"You will regret it!" Song Yeliang pulled Song Yeran away.

He also shouted: "Brother, don't talk to her in a servile way. She just doesn't want you to have a good life and is deliberately making things difficult for you. You and Sister Jinjin are truly in love. You are right!"

Chen Cheng was slightly speechless. She didn't want to ruin them, and she didn't say a word when she saw them eloping.

How did she become the third party who interfered with other people's affairs?

Nerve...

She raised the car window, and suddenly there was another black car blocking the exit in front of her, its lights flashing and piercing her eyes.

Then the black car pushed the car of Song Yeran and his brother to the side of the road, leaving them in a dilemma.

Chen Cheng thought an accident had happened and hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car.

Bang!

The car door was slammed shut.

A man got out of the car driven by the black car owner who was crossing the road in a domineering manner. He was tall and straight, with the last button of his black shirt unbuttoned, his sleeves casually rolled up, and there was a scar as long as his index finger on his exposed forearm. He stood casually.

The ends of her hair are neatly trimmed, and her temperament is clean.

He knocked on the driver's window of the Bentley, hands in his pockets, leaning forward slightly.

Chen Cheng didn't hear clearly what they were saying.

After a while, Song Yeliang got out of the car, like a rooster entering a fight, and shouted righteously: "Uncle, no matter how much you dislike my brother, you can't joke about the important events in life. Don't do stupid things just for a compliment from grandpa."

Uncle?

Is it Song Jili?

Chen Cheng regretted not wearing glasses. She was 150 degrees myopic and her vision was blurry if she looked a little far away at night.

What she saw now was two men standing face to face, their faces seemed to be automatically blurred, and she was doing her best to see their clothes clearly.

Song Jili's sharp eyes swept over: "Do you care about this?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and his tone was slightly sarcastic.

"And that cowardly idiot, why don't you say anything?"

He glanced at Song Yeran who was sitting in the car and snorted sarcastically. He was no longer surprised by his habit of hiding behind others.

Song Yeliang was still shouting: "If you are angry, come at me, don't drag innocent people into this!"

Song Jili slapped Song Yeliang on the back of his head: "Shut up, why are you so loud? If the old man hears it, he will come down with a cane to beat you."

When Song Yeliang heard him mention grandpa, he fell silent for a second.

Unwilling to accept this, he whispered, "The Chen family is pushing a dummy to marry into our family, why are you getting involved?"

Song Jili put away his nonchalance, glared at him, and said coldly, "Song Yeliang, are you asking for a beating for your mouth?"

Song Yeliang was angry but dared not say anything, he just stared with his eyes wide open.

Song Jili let go of the hand that was holding Song Yeliang's collar, patted it in disdain, and looked towards Chen Cheng.

The moment he turned his head away, Chen Cheng sat back in the car, avoiding his gaze.

Sitting in the car, her heart was pounding, and it was so quiet around her that she could hear all the sounds.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Then there were three knocks on the car window.

Chen Cheng pretended to roll down the car window naturally.

The man's handsome face appeared before my eyes.

Thinking back to the chat with the gallery owner two days ago, she commented on Song Jili:

He is a cool guy but his appearance is good, he is a ruffian but his appearance is good, he is a bastard but his appearance is good.

It's a marriage of arrangement anyway, so marrying a good-looking young man will make you less angry when facing a good-looking face, and family conflicts can be reduced by half.

Song Jili has a handsome appearance, strong facial lines, a lazy look, and a very nonchalant attitude.

The fairly neat black shirt made him look both dignified and untamed like an elder.

He also wore a pair of glasses, looking a bit yuppie.

A word popped into Chen Cheng's mind.

——Pretend to be polite.

He bent over, not as casually as he was when he was talking to Song Yeliang just now, but lowered half his body to be at eye level with Chen Cheng.

"Song Jili." He first introduced himself politely.

Then he asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Chen Cheng tilted his head, not understanding what he meant.

"I," Song Jili put his big hand on the edge of the car window and asked casually, "Have you thought about it?"

The topic jumped a lot and Chen Cheng was slightly stunned.