Chapter 90

People who bite pillows

"Hmm...hmm...how did I fall asleep?"

Cheng Sangluo stretched groggily, then slumped back onto her desk, taking a while to fully wake up from her dazed state.

She squinted at the sky outside the window. The unfathomable darkness was like a greedy hole, yet it couldn't suck away the endless loneliness. Mixed with the quiet chill of the room, it created an unbearable sense of solitude.

I slept deeply and for a long time, and before I knew it, it was eight o'clock in the evening. During that time, I had several bizarre dreams, and I could still vaguely remember that slender, graceful figure that sometimes bothered me.

Cheng Sangluo had no interest in pondering the faceless figure, and instead picked up her phone to check if she had missed any messages.

Disappointment always outweighs expectation, just like the broken screen where not a single message from Lin Jin was sent, gradually amplifying a kind of indescribable bad mood.

Cheng Sangluo hated this feeling, a sense of being forgotten by time and those she cared about, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her, and no one cared whether she lived or died.

She breathed heavily, her face full of sorrow.

She resented herself for putting on a one-woman show that Lin Jin didn't know about, and for constantly swallowing her longing and loneliness every day. She also resented that crazy woman who was so busy that she didn't even call to say hello, or even take a few seconds to send a message!

It's only been a few days since we got our marriage certificate, and I'm already starting this endless "living like a widow" situation. I'm so angry!

Cheng Sangluo listlessly picked up the two carved seals, examining Lin Jin's name, and let out another lifeless sigh: "Perhaps... all you want is to possess me... not to genuinely like me... right..."

This little dog, unable to bear the loneliness, eventually succumbed to wild and questioning thoughts, enduring the agonizingly long hours.

She was smiling, yet she was also suffering unspeakably. She sighed inwardly, realizing that she had finally confirmed her feelings, but for a moment she couldn't figure out whether the crazy woman's emotions were real or fake.

"Forget it, maybe it's just a game for adults. Don't get yourself involved." Cheng Sangluo brainwashed herself for a moment, yawned, and went to the bedroom.

Aside from that bland breakfast, she hadn't eaten anything else that day, but she really had no appetite. Instead of going to the kitchen to cook for herself, she decided to take a hot bath and then watch a movie to pass the time.

After all, this night is the hardest to get through.

*

"Mr. Lin, why don't you have the bodyguards help you back to your room?" Zhou Ran struggled to support Lin Jin, who reeked of alcohol, and then busied herself calling to the bodyguards behind her, "You two come and lend a hand."

Lin Jin was dressed in an elegant and appropriate dress, and because of the social drinking party, she did not use a wheelchair.

She stumbled through the courtyard's long corridor, leaning against the carved wooden railing, and disgustedly pushed away the approaching bodyguard. "Get away, don't touch me!"

Secretary Zhou looked somewhat embarrassed and could only raise his hand to signal everyone to leave, saying helplessly, "I'll help you up."

"You go too!" Lin Jin suppressed the discomfort of the alcohol taking effect, but the more drunk she became, the more stubborn she became. "I can go back to my room by myself."

“But your foot…” Zhou Ran was worried that her boss had sprained her injured foot, so she tried to grab her arm again, but the ill-tempered woman forcefully pushed her away.

"I said I can, and that's it. Don't you understand me?" Lin Jin said angrily, leaving her secretary standing there, and slowly walked towards the main house by herself.

Secretary Zhou was used to her boss's unpredictable moods, but she felt that her boss was different today, especially after ending her conversation with Wei Lian, when she no longer smiled.

Zhou Ran silently followed behind Lin Jin until she escorted her into the room, then slowly exhaled a breath she had been holding back: "President Lin, please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

"Go and rest. There's an important banquet tomorrow, so prepare well," Lin Jin instructed simply, slamming the door shut behind her.

She was breathing rapidly and had to lean against the door to try to catch her breath while frantically searching for her phone in her small handbag.

I was busy meeting with different business partners all day, and I don't know what that bastard was doing. His phone was quiet all day, and I didn't see a single message.

Haven't people learned to take initiative yet?

Lin Jin was also complaining, complaining that Cheng Sangluo's initiative was still a bit lacking.

The busy signal from the telecommunications station continued for quite some time, and as time passed, the frown lines on Lin Jinmei's face became even deeper.

"You bastard! Answer the phone!" she urged in a low voice, as if she were on some kind of addiction, and she wouldn't hang up until the other person answered.

Just as his patience was about to run out, Cheng Sangluo's muffled voice finally came through the receiver, "Hello?"

"Why did you take so long to answer my call? What were you doing? It's been a whole day, and you promised to give me a daily update, but you haven't sent me a single message. How could you break your promise so easily?" Lin Jin bombarded the person on the phone with questions, not even giving them a chance to explain.

Cheng Sangluo felt somewhat innocent, thinking that she had also waited all day without receiving a single message, so why was all the blame placed on her?

She was silent for a while before murmuring, "You've been drinking?"

Lin Jin frowned: "I asked you to answer my question, not to ask it!"

Cheng Sangluo disliked the crazy woman's bossy tone and suppressed her temper, which was about to explode at any moment. "If you've drunk too much, have someone prepare some hangover soup for you so your head doesn't hurt. Go and get ready to wash up and go to bed to rest as soon as possible."

Lin Jin's eyes were glazed over, and her lips moved rapidly as she breathed heavily.

She ignored the puppy's indifferent concern and instead shouted sharply, "Cheng Sangluo! Do you know what I want?"

Cheng Sangluo finally couldn't hold back any longer and exploded: "Can't you stop acting like a drunkard? You won't listen to reason, do you have to argue with me?"

"Yeah, I just want to argue with you. You're like a toad, you only jump when I poke you!" Lin Jin broke down, pleading hoarsely, "Can't you take the initiative? I'm just asking you to take the initiative, it's not like I'm asking you to pluck stars from the sky, is it that hard?!"

Cheng Sangluo had never heard a madwoman speak in such a pleading tone before, and her anger subsided slightly. "Lin Jin... what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? Do I have to be so blunt? I can't see you, I want to hug you but can't, I want to kiss you but can't!" Lin Jin's voice trembled as she responded to the puppy's gradually softening tone, "Cheng Sangluo... I'm about to have an attack... Can you please come and save me..."

It turns out that missing someone torments two people.

"I just took a shower, so I was delayed for a little while answering the phone. I'm in the bathroom now," Cheng Sangluo explained earnestly, then tried to calm the emotionally distraught Lin Jin: "Listen to me, go to the bathroom now and take off your makeup. I'll be right here at the sink, just like I'm keeping you company. I won't hang up and will chat with you, okay?"

Lin Jin brushed the stray strands of hair from her forehead in a flustered manner, sniffed the sore nose, and obediently agreed, "Okay."

Hearing the rustling sound of water in the background, Cheng Sangluo relaxed her tense emotions.

She didn't resent Lin Jin's inexplicable temper tantrum, because although there were no explicit words of longing, her longing was overflowing in every detail. "How much did you drink today?"

"So much... my head hurts so much..." Lin Jin leaned against the bathroom wall, weakly removing her makeup, and vented her affection on the puppy, "If you were here, at least you could massage my temples."

"I wanted to stay with you too, but you wouldn't take me with you," the puppy grumbled, feeling wronged, yet also gloating. "See? See? You regret it now, don't you?"

"Yeah, I really regret it." Lin Jin pressed her lips to the phone and whispered, "Did you miss me?"

"I confess, I miss you..." Cheng Sangluo answered quickly and honestly, pouring out all the unbearable pain of missing you for so long: "I'm going crazy thinking about you, I can't eat or sleep, I'm so obsessed with you!"

I so want to rush to Zehai and catch you to ask you why you didn't call me, why you didn't send me any messages, and why you left me alone in this big house 'wives'?

Lin Jin, I'm just like you. I'm also waiting for you to take the initiative, and I need your response too.

I think of you so much that I've gone to the point of obsession, even going through all the humiliating things you did to me. But as I think about it, I've discovered a truth..."

Lin Jin thought the little dog on the phone would still be shy and stammering like before, but she never expected that the person who had been suffering from longing would start to pour out his grievances.

She wiped the water droplets from her face, took a deep breath and held it, filled with anticipation and curiosity, waiting for Cheng Sangluo to reveal the truth.

"I like you, the kind of liking that makes me want to hug you, kiss you, and be entangled with you." Cheng Sangluo became more and more aggrieved and sad as she spoke.

How painful it must have been for her to face the fact that she had fallen for someone she hated; the humiliation etched into her very bones seemed to be mocking her.

With a tight throat and tears welling up in her eyes, she tore apart the dignity that protected her and desperately admitted, "I don't want to forgive and forget you so easily. I want you to give me back the heart you stole. At the very least, give me your heart. Otherwise, it's not fair, it's so unfair. I'm always the one who gets hurt."

Lin Jin frowned, her eyes welling up with tears at each word of affection. It was disbelief, an inability to accept it, and the fact that after so many years of waiting and planning, she had finally received a reassuring response.

“Cheng Sangluo, this ‘I like you’ is something you owe me. I loved you before you fell in love with me.” She tried to respond with feelings that were deeper and heavier than just liking, a love that had been suppressed in her heart and had become an illness from longing. “It’s not liking, it’s love, a love you can’t imagine, a selfish, morbid, incurable love, a love that wants to owe you something for the rest of your life, a love that can never be repaid and can never be resolved.”

Cheng Sangluo fell silent.

She finally understood why Lin Jin, who had fallen naturally into the sea, had risked his life to take the initiative with her; she finally understood the teachings that used harm to mask love; and she finally understood that Lin Jin would always lend her a hand at crucial moments.

No one is kind to another person for no reason, right?

These were the questions she posed while squatting at the convenience store entrance. They transcended the dimensions of time and space, striking her heart at this very moment and providing the answer—because Lin Jin loved her, that's why he was good to her, only that kindness was wrapped in rose thorns, painful yet romantic.

Lin Jin covered her phone, feeling saddened by the lingering echo that came so slowly, so hesitantly.

She couldn't tell the little dog on the phone that just a few days apart had turned him into this grotesque mess. How could she possibly cope with all those years she had spent waiting for a happy ending?

Cheng Sangluo needed Lin Jin so much at that moment that she returned to her bedroom and hugged the pillow that still smelled of Lin Jin tightly.

Deeply inhaling the scent of cedarwood mingled with her own body fragrance on the pillow, she seemed intoxicated, no longer concealing her surging longing and desire, and whispered, "Wife...I want you..."

Lin Jin rarely blushed like this, like a little woman, wanting to respond quickly to the passionate words, yet also wanting to stir up an even stronger desire.

Last night I was trying to vent this person's anger, but I didn't expect it to happen so naturally.

The room was lit only by a warm yellow bedside lamp, creating a heavy, ambiguous atmosphere.

Lin Jin slowly walked to the bedside, took off her long dress, and twisted her waist into a willow that swayed naturally in the wind, which was reflected on the wall like a swimming fish in an ink painting.

Even though I'm alone with my shadow, the person on the phone makes tonight less lonely.

She flopped onto the soft bed, rolling over the crimson fabric, and whispered, "We can do it over the phone... Say some sweet things... Words can ignite a wildfire..."

"Lin Jin...I..." Cheng Sangluo was shy, and those flirtatious words were really hard to come out of her mouth.

The person got anxious because they were bad at talking and were afraid of ruining the romantic atmosphere they had created, and they were also caught in the distress of wanting something but not being able to have it.

"What do you want to do to me?" Lin Jin buried her face in the pillow, coaxing her clumsy lover, "Tell me, and I'll give you a response you can't imagine..."

"I want to eat... um..."

"Eat there..."

"It's right there..."

Cheng Sangluo stammered, her face burning as if she had a fever. She was so ashamed that she tossed and turned on the bed like a pupa.

Lin Jin could imagine how adorable the puppy looked right now, and her smile grew even gentler as she teased, "Where is that?"

The puppy smacked its lips and answered with a forced smile, "Little...little bunny...a sweet, milky little bunny..."

Lin Jin pressed her lips to her phone and asked, "Do you know how to describe the roles of 'top' and 'bottom' in Spanish?"

"I don't know." The puppy shook its head honestly, then hugged the pillow in its arms tightly, and pressed on, "How was it described?"

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" Lin Jin asked deliberately, then replied, "You are the one who bit the back of the neck."

"What are you doing?" The puppy, oblivious to the situation, asked again and again, "Then who are you?"

"You ask so many questions, you're so silly~" Lin Jin laughed heartily, blowing on the phone: "I'm just teasing your favorite little white rabbit~"

"You!" Cheng Sangluo's face turned red to her ears and the roots of her neck, her expression extremely aggrieved: "You're not allowed to have so much fun by yourself! You still haven't answered my question, who are you?"

"Me? You've bullied me so much that I can only bite my pillow now~" Lin Jin deliberately dragged out her tone, "Why don't you bully me then~"

......

The night was deep and the dew was heavy, the darkness thick and oppressive.

The wind, carrying the moonlight, blew into the courtyard, rustling the branches and leaves, and stirring up a restless feeling in people's hearts.

Lin Jin's deep eyes were veiled with a seductive allure as she couldn't help but nibble on her fingertip, savoring the stickiness within.

She listened quietly, laughing lightly, as the person on the phone manipulated an invisible, sweet affair with words.

"I can't take it anymore! You can't bully me!" Cheng Sang curled up like a shrimp on the bed, sobbing, "You can't torture me like this!"

In fact, this person did nothing but keep talking, because it was Lin Jin's order, given out of a perverse sense of humor.

How tough it must be!

The madwoman's voice was already beautiful, let alone her calls, which were so enticing and tantalizing that they tickled the heart.

"No, I told you you're not allowed to solve your own problems, so keep it to yourself!" Lin Jin had intended to let the puppy vent its anger, but she went back on her word, causing the man great distress.

Cheng Sangluo pitifully bit the corner of the pillow, crying, "How did I become the one who bites the pillow?"

*

That night, only the anxious and impatient dog suffered.

This man is too honest; he does whatever his wife says. Even when he's writhing like a maggot in bed, he can't break free from his overwhelming desire.

Lin Jin drank some wine and then had a hearty and enjoyable time over the phone, after which she slept exceptionally soundly.

Cheng Sangluo listened to the soft, even breathing on the phone, her eyes wide open like copper bells, tossing and turning until dawn.

Furious and bewildered, she finally jerked her disheveled hair and, in a desperate struggle, sat up abruptly. "No! If I keep suffering like this, I'll break my health sooner or later!"

With that, she grabbed her phone and decided to take a spontaneous trip: "Book a flight!"

[Author's Note]

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