Chapter 149 Divorce Report (Update 1)
It rained heavily.
The raindrops hit their clothes with overwhelming force, and in just a few seconds, the hems of their clothes were wet.
Fu Cheng pinched her wrist and fiercely dragged her back under the eaves. The man's gloomy expression looked even more terrifying than the boundless darkness.
Song Shengsheng felt that her hands had never been grabbed so tightly before. If she dared to struggle, she would be greeted with even more violent control.
She took a deep breath and avoided Fu Cheng's gaze that was fixed on her face.
She was deeply regretful. Why was she running away?
What does she have to feel guilty about?
It's not her who doesn't want to live.
It was Fu Cheng who discovered the evidence that she had been cheating on him and was restless in the past. She had left so tactfully, what else could he do?
Do you think you'll feel relieved only when you see her die?
Otherwise, she couldn't understand why he was grabbing her so viciously and ferociously at this moment and refused to let her go.
Song Shengsheng lowered his head, but even so, he could still feel the sharp gazes falling on his head.
She said, "Comrade, you have the wrong person."
Fu Cheng almost laughed out of anger at her cruel words.
His voice didn't sound as furious as before, as if he had calmed down, but the strength in his hands was still an inescapable shackle, locking her tightly: "Song Shengsheng."
Song Shengsheng originally wanted to give each other some dignity.
Pretend not to know each other, then leave separately, as if you had never met today.
Don't mention the past anymore.
That's fine.
But Fu Cheng obviously didn't intend to let her go so easily and forced her to face this reunion.
Song Shengsheng could see that Fu Cheng looked at her with some surprise just now.
So, he probably didn't expect that he would run into her by chance tonight.
Song Shengsheng was not surprised. Since Fu Cheng had gotten rid of such a restless wife like her, there was really no need for him to look for her again.
Even Song Peiyuan, the younger brother she raised since childhood, never contacted her again after he returned.
There was not a single phone call.
There was no letter.
After the Chinese New Year, she went back home and it seemed like she no longer remembered her sister.
So Fu Cheng would never come to see her again.
Song Shengsheng understood it very well and didn't think there was anything surprising about it, but deep down in his heart he still felt a little strangely uncomfortable.
She said, "Let me go first."
Fu Cheng didn't let go, "Look up."
Song Shengsheng refused outright: "No."
Fu Chengteng stretched out his other free hand, grasped her chin and gently lifted it up. It was not so clear in the rain just now.
Look carefully now.
She looked intact, with no missing limbs, and her face was not fleshless. In fact, she looked a little rounder, with a rosy complexion and delicate features. It seemed that she was living a good life.
In the past six months, Fu Cheng has been worried and anxious every day.
Frightened like a frightened bird.
He was never quite so calm where she was concerned.
Song Shengsheng met his gaze. This time she was not as scared as when he caught her just now. It might be the courage given to her by living alone for the past six months.
She is doing pretty well.
Except occasionally, during the holidays, I feel a little lonely.
At other times, she always found a way to cheer herself up.
Song Shengsheng said softly: "It's good that we met, you..." After hesitating for a few seconds, she continued: "You came to Xicheng on a business trip, right? It's just right that you filed our divorce report when you returned, and we got divorced."
Anyway, divorce is not the end of the world.
And now she can earn money on her own, although not much, and not as much as Fu Cheng's monthly salary.
But Song Shengsheng felt that with her occasional diligence, wit and courage, she would definitely earn more in the future.
Maybe because she is the daughter of a capitalist.
She feels that she has some potential to be a "profiteer"!
Every time someone asked her to make clothes, she would use the extra scraps to sew cute little clothes for children.
When Fu Cheng heard her words without even the slightest hesitation, his heart was pierced with wounds all over his body, and the dull bloating and pain spread endlessly to every part of his limbs.
His face turned pale, and he pursed his pale lips. His voice sounded a little broken. "Is this all you want to tell me after not seeing you for six months?"
Song Shengsheng raised her head and looked at him.
She didn't know if it was because the sky was too dark or the damp rain mist blurred her vision, but she felt like Fu Cheng's eyes were wet when he looked at her.
Very heartbroken and sad.
But he still looks like he's holding on.
There are a lot of red bloodshot in my eyes, as if I haven't had a good sleep for many days.
Song Shengsheng thought that he should have been promoted again by now.
In a few years, they will be promoted to the position of chief.
Naturally, I am busier than before. Maybe there are more things to deal with, so rest becomes a luxury.
Song Shengsheng was lost in thought, and then slowly came to her senses. Without even a second thought, she nodded lightly, "Yeah. That's it."
Finally.
She was afraid that he might misunderstand her, so she added, "I won't bother you, so you don't have to think I'm bothering you."
Fu Cheng swallowed the blood in his throat expressionlessly and suppressed the rusty taste. The pain of the bullet hitting his body was not as deadly as the few words she said lightly.
He said, "I don't find you annoying."
He saw the indifference and confusion in her eyes, as well as a sense of distance that seemed to have arisen after not seeing her for several months.
That's how heartbroken I feel.
Therefore, Fu Cheng could only hold her tighter.
He thought of the young boy he had just seen, a man who had appeared from nowhere and had been with her for who knows how long.
Look at how intimately we were talking just now.
It doesn't look like they have just met.
When he was in a state of panic, she was very free and easy in Xicheng.
Fu Cheng thought about this with some gritted teeth, yet also felt somewhat relieved.
I hope she's okay.
I'm glad you're okay.
Fu Cheng didn't ask her who the young man was.
He said, "Come back with me."
Song Shengsheng didn't know whether to doubt her own ears or Fu Cheng's brain. Wasn't what she said clear enough?
She thought about it carefully and asked him cautiously, "Do I have to go back and write a divorce report as well?"
Song Shengsheng didn't know how to write those materials. When she was in school, she almost lost all her hair writing the application to join the Youth League. It made her very worried.
She frowned and said, "I didn't have to write a report when we got married, so why do I have to write one when we get divorced? I can't write it, so you write it."
"No, let's spend some money and find someone to write it for me."
Fu Cheng's head throbbed with pain when he heard this. He said, "I didn't agree to a divorce."
Song Shengsheng now understood that Fu Cheng wanted to capture her and bring her back to continue living with her.
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