Chapter 11 After the rain, it’s not sincere to write a thank you letter. Let’s change the way…

Chen Cheng lay down, grabbed one side of the quilt, huddled to the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and heard the sound of keyboards in his ears. The input was not very frequent, and the occasional keystroke was a bit like white noise, making people drowsy.

She would never have imagined a month ago that she would be sleeping in the same bed with a man with whom she had only met a few times.

The cell phone on the bedside table vibrated, and Song Jili answered it before it rang.

"It's me, go ahead."

He lowered his voice to the lowest level, threw back the quilt and walked out to the balcony.

Chen Cheng slept close to the balcony, wrapped in a blanket with half of his head exposed.

"Professor Zhou, you're calling me so late. Is there something wrong?"

The content of the phone call caught her attention and she moved a little further away.

"I'm resting now. If you have anything to say, call her in person tomorrow."

"This is a matter between you and her. I won't interfere, and I can't make decisions for her. You don't have to say nice things to me."

Chen Cheng's eyes were covered with the quilt, so he couldn't see Song Jili's expression at the moment and could only judge his emotions from his tone.

Song Jili's answer was very impolite, even a little contemptuous.

I could hear that he was supporting her waist.

Since the incident, she has not received any calls or text messages, and she doesn't feel anything is wrong.

After listening to Song Jili's words, she realized what was missing in her heart.

Because she can't speak, can't participate in discussions, let alone express her ideas, everyone habitually ignores her opinions and makes all the arrangements directly, and she only needs to accept the results.

I felt a little lost at first, but gradually I became numb to it.

Just let her do whatever is assigned to her, there's nothing to lose, right?

Chen Cheng arched his back into the quilt.

Suddenly, the quilt was pulled open, and Song Jili was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with an indifferent expression, still holding the phone in his hand.

"Sleep well, it's stuffy under the quilt." Song Jili tucked the corner of the quilt.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Chen Cheng pointed at the phone, reminding him to concentrate.

"Professor Zhou, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. It's late at night, and my husband and I need to rest." Song Jili said and hung up.

Chen Cheng's face turned red. How could he be so shameless as to calmly say that they were going to sleep together!

"I'm not telling the truth?" He teased her with a smile, "Which sentence or word is wrong?"

Chen Cheng curled up in the quilt, refusing to answer with his actions.

A new call came in. Song Jili took a look and said, "I have a video conference with a foreign client. You go to bed first."

The door closed again, and Chen Cheng poked his head out from under the quilt, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

In fact, he didn't need to report his itinerary to her, and she had no right to interfere.

In the past fifteen years, all she had to do in the Shen family was to obey orders, and in the future, she would just have to do her duty in the Song family.

After a whole day of hard work, Chen Cheng felt sleepy. She was the only one left in the room. She stopped tensing up and fell asleep soon after lying down.

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At nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Cheng woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and connected his memory with last night. He first looked at the place around him.

There were obvious signs of sleep, but there was no temperature. Song Jili should have gone back to his room to rest, but left before she woke up.

Chen Aoshuang called, Chen Cheng answered the call in panic and lowered his head in front of the camera.

Chen Ao Shuang, who was standing opposite her, looked very unhappy and kept coughing. She asked her, "Did you cause any trouble to Song Er yesterday?"

Chen Cheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Niuniu, even if you get married, you can't cause trouble for him." Chen Aoshuang said, "It's the same when you go to the Song family in Jiangdu. Just do what you should do and don't always cause trouble for others."

Chen Cheng nodded.

Chen Aoshuang said earnestly: "Mom said all this is for your own good. You don't want to be hated by others, do you?"

Chen Cheng: I understand. I will never do that again.

"It's good that you know. The conditions in Tibet are bad. Your body can't stand it. Go back to Beijing tomorrow." Chen Aoshuang said what he meant. "I'll ask Butler Gu to book a ticket for you."

Chen Aoshuang looked very bad. Chen Cheng didn't dare to say no. She also followed the habit. Although she was a little disappointed that she couldn't see more of the beautiful scenery of the Tibetan capital, it was enough for her to be able to go out.

Moreover, Chen Aoshuang looked to be in very bad condition, so it would be better for her to go back as soon as possible.

After washing up, Chen Cheng opened the bedroom door and saw a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table opposite him.

Song Jili was sitting on the sofa processing work messages. He saw her coming out and said, "It's just heated up. I'll take you to the lecture after you finish eating."

Chen Cheng typed on the memo: "I will not attend the symposium."

She will go back tomorrow as she doesn't want to waste time in the classroom.

"No plans for the afternoon?" Song Jili stopped working on his phone and turned the white capacitive pen.

His outfit today best suits his temperament. He wears a black sprint jacket with casual overalls. The trouser legs are slightly tightened, and his crossed legs are straight and slender, giving him a cool and tired temperament.

Unlike yesterday's casual outfit, this one looks more like a hike.

Chen Cheng shook his head.

Not only that, after what happened yesterday, her trip to the Tibetan capital was completely over.

"How about I take you somewhere?" Song Jili asked.

Chen Cheng was surprised: "Take me out?"

Song Jili didn't understand why she looked so shocked. Going out for fun was not a big deal.

"Don't tell me that you never left the Shen family's gate before, and the farthest place you have been to is Jiangdu."

This is the 21st century, why does she seem to be living in a feudal society?

Chen Cheng typed much more slowly: "No, I studied in Northern Europe for two years. I haven't been to many places in China, except for Beijing and Jiangdu."

It was Song Jili's turn to be surprised. Would the Shen family really keep her in seclusion?

"You didn't go out traveling with your friends?"

Chen Cheng replied: "I don't have any friends."

I can't speak and no one wants to play with me.

The answer, which came with almost no hesitation, made Song Jili fall into a brief contemplation.

From his generation to the next, the Song family has only male descendants, and they have never had any deep contact with other girls. The only person they have interacted with the most is their eldest brother's wife.

She travels with her friends every year, and on special days she not only celebrates them in a big way, but also hires a photographer to follow and record the beauty.

Carefree, perhaps the biggest worry in life is marrying his brother.

He thought that girls who grew up in wealthy families, although not 100%, would at least have three or two peers to go out for dinner with occasionally, and would not lack for material things.

Chen Cheng sat at the dining table and drank his porridge quietly without making any sound. He was very well-mannered.

Song Jili looked at her thin back and felt a little distressed.

Considering her situation, I can immediately guess why she has no friends.

She was kept under strict supervision by Chen Aoshuang and was never allowed to go out alone.

Because I can't speak and I'm afraid of causing trouble to others, I never take the initiative to socialize.

She never denied her own shortcomings. Whenever he asked, she answered.

She seems very strong and can withstand all the rumors.

But it didn't seem like it. She was clearly tugging at the corner of his clothes last night, and her tears were flowing like a broken string, and she felt extremely aggrieved.

It's hard to read her mind.

Chen Cheng finished his breakfast, put the bowl away, wiped his mouth, and got up to do his own thing.

Song Jili was doing two things at once, observing her quietly.

She won't do anything out of line, has a sense of boundaries, and doesn't disturb other people in the same space. She is gentle and will smile when encountering something interesting, and her swirling smile is sweet.

If you could have a bite, it would taste like the White Rabbit milk candy you ate as a child.

She didn't ask where she was going, but sat by the screen window, occasionally writing and drawing in the blank sketchbook she brought with her.

Song Jili brought two cups of hot tea and placed them on the small square table, then asked her, "Are you an oil painting major?"

Chen Cheng: "Not very professional. I am not an art student. I took oil painting as an elective when I went abroad to study after the college entrance examination. My major is management."

If she didn't say it, you really wouldn't be able to tell that she was an outsider.

Song Jili asked again: "Did you open an art gallery in Beijing North after you returned to China?"

Chen Cheng felt tired from writing, so he took out his cell phone.

Song Jili didn't rush her and waited for her to type slowly.

She opened the memo she had kept for communicating with him and typed, "My mother was worried that I would run into problems if I went out to work, so she opened an art gallery for me to run. But I just paint by myself and have never held an exhibition."

"Now that you're in Beijing, what about the gallery?"

Chen Cheng: "I have sold it to a boss who can really run this store. My mother is more worried about me, and I don't dare to do anything too risky, so it's good that I sold it."

When she typed the last sentence, her expression was subtle and didn't seem to be genuine.

Song Jili looked more serious and asked her, "What do you want to do when you get to Jiangdu?"

Chen Cheng was stunned and blinked several times before asking him, "Do I still need to do anything?"

"No, I can stay at home." Song Jili always felt something was strange, as if she had tacitly agreed to stay at home to 'take care of her husband and children' after marriage.

But, she doesn't seem to just want to be Mrs. Song at home.

She asked the question so frankly that he had the illusion that he was urging her to go out and work.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Cheng packed his things and sat on the sofa waiting for Song Jili.

When he's not playing with his phone, he just sits there quietly, looking a little stupid.

Song Jili stood behind her and watched for a long time before telling her to go out.

Chen Cheng got in the car without asking where he was going, and looked at the scenery outside the window from time to time.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a rock climbing club and Song Jili took her into the house.

Chen Cheng has never been to a gym, let alone a sports club.

Everyone inside was healthy and strong, and she felt guilty standing among them.

"Second Uncle, I'm here." A man wearing sunglasses came out.

The two high-fived, shook hands, put their shoulders together, and patted each other on the back.

The traditional way of greeting between close friends.

"I'm ready. Do you want to compete in a speed climbing competition?" Cen Zhao was talking to Song Jili, and his eyes were following Chen Cheng, hinting at Song Jili to introduce it.

"Uncle, could you please introduce me?"

Song Jili embraced Chen Cheng and first introduced Cen Zhao to her: "Cen Zhao, a former comrade-in-arms. His grandfather is also my father's sworn brother. You can call him Shankou."

Cen Zhao spoke for himself: "Auntie, just call me A Zhao, don't use a nickname. I gave it to myself to look cool, and I got laughed at a lot."

Chen Cheng smiled shyly and lowered his head because he couldn't introduce himself.

"Chen Cheng, my wife." Song Jili led her towards him.

Cen Zhao was a carefree person and didn't ask too many questions. He kept calling Chen Cheng "second aunt" which made Chen Cheng feel embarrassed.

She didn't feel much about the fact that she was older in the Shen family. Only her nephews and nieces called her "little aunt". With Song Jili, she fully felt what it felt like to be older than her.

Through their conversation, Chen Cheng learned that his family's company was a military industry and his main job was scientific research.

This club is his business, and also a side business.

Not only that, this mountain is also his. He has opened many entertainment projects, not for the purpose of making money, but simply because he likes it. Profit is secondary. He just wants to come here to drive, climb rocks, or play golf in his spare time.

I also learned that Song Jili was really here to discuss business, and it was Cen Zhao who acted as the bridge between them. In just a few days, a business deal worth tens of millions was negotiated.

Chen Cheng sat next to Song Jili, holding a glass of juice, and listened to them talk about some old comrades they knew in common.

After just a few words, Cen Zhao couldn't sit still and insisted on playing a game with Song Jili.

"Why don't you repair the land behind your house as soon as possible, so that we can compete with each other in the sky." Song Jili pointed to the sky.

Cen Zhao admitted defeat: "Second uncle, stop joking. You have won the golden helmet for three consecutive years. Who dares to compete with you?"

As they chatted, the two put on the ropes, applied anti-slip magnesium carbonate powder, tightened the climbing rocks, and got ready.

As soon as the coach gave the signal to start, the two of them shot up like rockets. In the blink of an eye, they stopped the timer and slowly descended on the rope.

No one cared about grades, they were just chatting happily.

The screen displayed the results, one for nine seconds and one for eight seconds and three.

Chen Cheng was amazed at their explosive power. It happened almost in an instant, and he didn't even see how they cracked the climbing route.

Although it was only a few seconds, because it required a strong explosive force, Song Jili was sweating profusely, the loose hair on his forehead was tied into clumps after getting wet, his neck was covered with sweat, veins bulged, and he was full of sexual tension.

Cen Zhao invited them to have lunch in the backyard, and even invited a famous local chef to entertain them.

Walking on the vast lawn, the ground was not very flat. Chen Cheng's shoes had heels, so Song Jili supported her.

Cen Zhao was still beside her, so she couldn't push him away. She grabbed his sleeve and put her other hand on his arm. To outsiders, it looked like they were walking arm in arm.

Cen Zhao felt jealous. He never expected that Song Jili, who was fearless and always rushed to the front line to do anything, would carefully protect his wife as they walked on the lawn where there was no danger at all.

"Second uncle, I thought you had nothing to worry about, that's why you dared to charge forward and won first-class merit." Cen Zhao walked to the empty seat on the other side and nudged Song Jili's arm teasingly.

"Speak nicely. What did I tell you before I came here?" Song Jili warned in a low voice.

Cen Zhao closed his mouth and made an 'OK' gesture.

Today we were supposed to sign a contract, then see the scenery with the client and have a meal to bond with him. After all, this is a multi-million dollar business, so etiquette must be observed.

Song Jili insisted on postponing it by one day, but he let him arrange the itinerary as usual, and the person he brought was changed to Chen Cheng.

Cen Zhao didn't understand. Even if a couple had affairs, the severity of the matter would matter.

Song Jili was only worried that getting lost yesterday would leave a psychological shadow on Chen Cheng.

On the surface, they are a gathering of good friends, but in fact, the entire schedule for today is just for the young wife to enjoy the scenery and relax.

Before coming, he was specifically warned not to ask Chen Cheng questions and not to talk too much.

There are a lot of rules and regulations, more than those in the army.

I really pamper her as the apple of my eye.

Cen Zhao pointed to a place not far away and said proudly, "The landing pad is built right there. Next time you come, we can fly around together."

"Auntie, you have never been on a plane piloted by my second uncle, right? I advise you not to ride one if you have the chance in the future. I have never vomited even when I was on a roller coaster, but I did ride on a fighter plane piloted by him once, and it bounced a few times. When I landed, I vomited so much that I almost fainted."

"Before I joined the test flight team, I had dreamed of getting first-class merit. Later, when I met my second uncle, I bowed down to him and became his wingman."

Cen Zhao spoke in a humorous way and Chen Cheng laughed several times.

"He's talking nonsense, just listen to it." Song Jili tilted his head towards Chen Cheng and spoke to her in a low voice.

Chen Cheng looked at the vast world, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated. He was no longer so resistant to interacting with people, and took the initiative to ask Song Jili: "Were you in the Air Force before?"

Song Jili: "Yeah, I'm a test pilot."

Chen Cheng tilted his head to show that he didn't understand.

"All the aircraft that can fly in the army now were tested by us, and their limits were also tested by us."

Chen Cheng felt that it was more difficult than ordinary flying. After all, every flight was an extreme challenge.

Chen Cheng: "It sounds very interesting."

Song Jili smiled and raised his hand to rub the back of her head.

In the past, Chen Cheng would hide, thinking it was a sneak attack, but now that his big hand was close to her, she felt more at ease.

Cen Zhao made a lot of small moves today. Chen Cheng was good at observation and saw it all. Even though he was slow to guess Song Jili's intention, he began to like him even more.

When they reached the door of the villa, Chen Cheng placed his phone on top of Song Jili's and clicked a few times.

The last line reads: "Thank you for today."

After Chen Cheng sent him out, he shyly quickened his pace and walked away.

Before she could take a step, her hand was grabbed and held in his arms.

Song Jili leaned close to her ear and said, "It's insincere to say thank you in writing. How about another way?"

Why did Chen Cheng suddenly have a bad feeling?