Chapter 138 Love Letter (Part 2)
Song Shengsheng felt that the self in the dream wanted to escape.
But why refuse?
She doesn't understand.
Maybe she will never understand it in her lifetime.
Because her destiny in this life has changed.
When she came to her senses, Song Shengsheng felt her hand being gently held in Fu Cheng's palm. He took the needle and wool from her hand and put them aside.
Looking closely, Fu Cheng's eye circles are a little red.
The red bloodshot eyes looked as if she had been crying.
Fu Cheng's voice also sounded a little hoarse and muffled, "Shengsheng."
Song Shengsheng felt that he seemed very sad. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but it was the first time she saw him like this.
She reached out carefully and hugged him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What happened?"
Fu Cheng took out the letters from the afternoon and placed them on the table. He didn't need to look at them again as he still remembered every word and sentence in the letters.
Overflowing intimacy and unstoppable love.
He was a man, not a saint.
Even when he received Shen Zhishu's letter, he was able to suppress his anger and calmly pretended that he saw nothing.
But her attitude is crucial.
She had never been so dependent on him before and trusted him more than her closest relatives.
It had been so long that Song Shengsheng could hardly recognize that this was the letter she had sent before.
She exclaimed, picked it up, and asked, "What is this?"
As she spoke, she opened it and took a look. When she saw the familiar handwriting, she remembered what it was.
It was three years ago, when her relationship with Fu Cheng had just begun to grow cold.
She couldn't stand that cold atmosphere, or maybe it was because he was often away on missions and she didn't like being alone.
In short, there are various reasons.
And now she herself can't remember exactly why.
Song Shengsheng's face suddenly turned pale, her eyes turned red, and she looked a little bit at a loss, which was very pitiful to look at.
Fu Cheng forced a smile, but it looked as if he hadn't smiled at all.
The blood lines under his eyes became more and more intense.
He looked at her with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes and said, "It turns out that the sweet words you said to me were already said to others in your letters."
I miss you a little.
I want to find you.
When will you come back?
Apart from the obvious words like "love" and "like", these words can give people a handle.
Others, he had heard of.
It turned out that Shen Zhishu had heard of it a long time ago.
Fu Cheng could forgive a lot of things except this love which he had not received much in the first place. He wanted it to be clean and unique.
The bloodshot in Fu Cheng's eyes deepened, and his calm face became gloomier than ever before. He stared at her, "We had only been married for a year at that time."
"It's only been a year, are you that impatient?"
Song Shengsheng retreated repeatedly due to the questioning, and bumped into the corner of the table behind him in a hurry, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain.
The loops of yarn rolled to the ground.
She picked it up subconsciously.
Fu Cheng said coldly, "Don't pick it up."
Song Shengsheng held one end of the yarn and whispered, "I want to make a sweater."
Fu Cheng held her wrist. He looked more heartbroken than she was. He said, "Shengsheng, explain it to me."
"You can just say it wasn't written by you."
Song Shengsheng could not deny what he had done.
Even though she was confused at that time, she foolishly believed everything Zhao Xiaoning said.
But these are the things she did.
It turns out that the saying "evil will be punished with evil" is indeed effective.
She was so smug that she destroyed the disgraceful letter, but the truth was immediately exposed.
Song Shengsheng was hurt by his grasp but she didn't dare to yell. She said a little sadly, "It's me, it's a love letter I wrote to Shen Zhishu."
Fu Cheng felt like his heart was pierced through. Wasn't she very good at lying? Why didn't she even want to lie to him today?
Fu Cheng slowly let go of her hand. Even though he tried hard to forget the contents of the letter, those words seemed to have their own souls and kept drilling into his mind.
Remind him again and again.
Force him to remember.
Men are no less jealous than anyone else. Those who are unloved and jealous all have equally ugly faces.
No one is really broad-minded enough not to mind such things.
He even felt a little resentful.
He resented that she didn't love him and that she treated him like this.
"It's only the second year of our marriage, Song Shengsheng, have you ever thought about me? Do you think I won't be sad or upset no matter what you do? Am I particularly despicable in your eyes?"
The man spoke slowly, but every word that came out of his mouth was as sharp as a knife.
Song Shengsheng couldn't explain it at all.
She didn't want to lie to him anymore.
I don't want to lie to him anymore.
Song Shengsheng was a little anxious to speak, and explained stutteringly: "I, I wasn't very mature at that time, and you were often not at home, so I needed your company."
Fu Cheng smiled and said, "You need company. Do you need my company? Or his? You know it in your heart."
Fu Cheng couldn't suppress his jealousy for a moment, "I can't compare to your childhood sweethearts, but since you married me, why can't you maintain even the most basic loyalty?"
"You asked for money, I gave it to you."
"You need a ticket and an identity. I'll give you everything I can."
He seemed to be in the middle of a hurricane, torn to pieces, feeling extreme pain and hatred, and the disappointment in his eyes also tore her to pieces.
Song Shengsheng felt so uncomfortable and breathless being looked at and misunderstood by him like this.
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