Chapter 153 Heartache (Part 1)
"Where have you been?"
Song Shengsheng had already changed her clothes. Her long hair was braided into a long braid, which made her face look small. She looked clean and refreshed in the increasingly hot and humid summer day.
Fu Cheng waved the things in his hands and said, "I went to buy some buns and soy milk."
Fu Cheng saw that her complexion seemed to be still a little pale. When she got up in the morning, she unconsciously nestled in his arms, her little face flushed from sleep, and she didn't seem to be feeling unwell anywhere.
At this moment, his face turned pale again.
Fu Cheng put the steamed buns on the table, frowned and asked her, "Are you feeling unwell again?"
Song Shengsheng felt upset when she thought that it was this man who helped her rub her belly last night and made her feel better.
She shook her head: "No."
Fu Cheng hummed, "Let's eat first."
Song Shengsheng couldn't describe how she felt; she was naturally sensitive to people's emotions.
Fu Cheng seemed to be in a very low mood at the moment, and looked a little unhappy, but he didn't show it very obviously, and people who were not familiar with him couldn't tell at all.
Who provoked him so early in the morning?
But Song Shengsheng would never ask him why he was in a bad mood.
If she doesn't want to ask, she won't ask.
Because she asked, I had to comfort him.
But comforting others is a very time-consuming and sincere thing.
In the past, her mother always pinched her ears and said that she couldn't say a single nice word, and she didn't even know how to say a few nice words to comfort her younger brothers and sisters when they were crying.
But Song Shengsheng just didn't want to use lies to coax others.
I feel strange.
She can't empathize with others when they cry, but she has to pretend that she is as sad as them. This is so hypocritical.
So at this moment, Song Shengsheng picked up the bun and ate it slowly without any care.
The buns are filled with meat.
She likes to eat.
Before he knew it, there was only one left. Song Shengsheng finally remembered and asked, "Have you eaten it?"
Fu Cheng's frown seemed to relax a little, and he said, "I've eaten."
So Song Shengsheng finished the last bun with peace of mind.
Fu Cheng only now had time to look around her residence. He didn't have the chance to take a close look at it last night. The house was very small.
But it was clean.
There was an axe hidden behind the door, which was locked both from the outside and from the inside.
You can see that she is very cautious and always on guard against others.
Fu Cheng knew how timid she was. She had been living alone for the past few months, and in the dead of night she might have started to have wild thoughts and be frightened to death.
Fu Cheng hopes she has a good life in the next few months.
Before this morning, I thought she was living a very elegant life.
However, that is not entirely true.
Otherwise, why would she hide away and cry?
She herself didn't realize that she was actually very timid and a little clingy. She liked kissing, hugging and all intimate actions.
These intimate entanglements.
It can give her more sense of security.
Every time after a quarrel, she vowed to sleep separately, but in the second half of the night she would unconsciously roll into his arms, holding something in her hands, only then could she sleep soundly.
When Fu Cheng thought of this, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
It hurts a little more than a needle prick.
"Have you finished eating?"
"Um."
Song Shengsheng glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for her to go to work.
She took the key and began to drive him away with words, "I have to go to work, Captain Fu, please leave."
Be polite to him in a serious manner.
Fu Cheng certainly felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but he also found it a little funny.
But at this moment, he really couldn't laugh.
Fu Cheng blocked her way, like a pillar firmly rooted here, motionless.
He even went so far as to snatch her keys from her hands before she could react.
Fu Cheng looked at her and asked, "How have you been these past few months?"
He had just casually locked the door, shutting out the light from the gap.
The dim light made the man's calm expression look more profound.
As Song Shengsheng retreated, he moved forward inch by inch.
The overwhelming momentum seems to suffocate people.
Song Shengsheng just didn't want to show weakness in front of him. She ran all the way from the capital in shame, not to make a fool of herself in front of him.
She never mentioned the bitterness of the past few months.
The fear of being harassed by hooligans.
All kinds of hardships.
“I’m doing fine,” she said loudly.
Song Shengsheng said, "You can see that I'm a few pounds heavier than before. My neighbors like me, and my master thinks I'm a good person. I can eat, sleep, and work well."
She emphasized it again, not knowing to whom she was addressing.
"Well, I'm just doing fine."
She wasn't lying either.
Well, maybe not that good, but not that bad either.
Fu Cheng's Adam's apple moved, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Then why do you hide and cry secretly?"
He walked forward step by step under her surprised gaze.
Fu Cheng looked at her eyes which were gradually turning red, "Why are you crying? Shengsheng, have you been bullied?"
Song Shengsheng's chest rose and fell violently, and her nose felt sore almost instantly.
There's a sense of shame that's been exposed, ups and downs in my mood, and tangled emotions that are simply hard to explain.
She tried her best to control her tears, but they still fell in big drops.
She thought, how could Fu Cheng be so bad?
Why expose her?
Knowing that she had not had a smooth life, was he very proud? Was he very happy? Did he think she deserved it?
Those who are on high are admiring.
Look, who made you want to leave me, who made you want to run away, now you have to suffer the consequences.
It’s not Song Shengsheng’s fault that she always thinks so badly of people. She has been hearing these sarcastic words since she was a child, whenever she disobeys adults or doesn’t listen.
Countless people will stand up and make fun of her.
Who made you like this? Who made you disobedient?
Her whole body was trembling slightly, and her hands suddenly burst out with great force, pushing away the man in front of her.
Hot tears fell along with her trembling voice.
"Yes! I would hide and cry secretly! My life is not that glorious, not that good, and I was bullied."
"So what? Do you want to laugh at my joke? Do you want to laugh at me for leaving you?"
Her body was shaking and her voice was shaking too.
She swallowed and said, "But, but I don't regret it at all."
Fu Cheng felt heartbroken when he heard this. He hugged her as she trembled all over. If you didn't look closely, you would think her red eyes were blood. His voice also sounded a little shaky: "Shengsheng, I feel sorry for you."
Song Shengsheng blinked blankly. Is that so?
Will anyone feel sorry for her?
She couldn't believe it.
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