Chapter 19: Love at first sight is a genetic thing. …
Chen Cheng woke up with a splitting headache and a noticeable tingling sensation on the back of his hand. He moved and felt something pulling at his skin and blood vessels.
The view gradually became clear. There was a warm yellow bedside lamp on in the room, and next to the bed was a water hanging stand.
She... is in the hospital?
"woke up?"
The boy's voice was hoarse, unable to hide his fatigue.
Chen Cheng turned her head, and their burning eyes met in the air. She blinked several times, turned away, and dodged.
"Anything else that hurts?" he asked again.
Chen Cheng shook his head.
They sat there motionless, and Chen Cheng's uneasiness became more and more obvious. She was afraid that a topic that she couldn't answer would suddenly be mentioned, so she took the lead in dodging and lying down with her back to Song Jili.
"Chen Cheng, let's talk."
The space was silent for a few seconds, and no one responded.
"Okay?"
He asked her, almost pleadingly.
Chen Cheng couldn't resist coldly any longer, she sat up, facing him, with her head slightly lowered, her hair tucked behind her ears falling down, covering half of her face.
From Song Jili's perspective, she looked gentle and well-behaved, with soft eyes and brows, like a soft lamb. No matter how excessive his demands were next, she would accept them unconditionally.
Chen Cheng raised his eyes, took a peek, and continued to keep his head down.
The atmosphere cannot continue to be deadlocked, something has to be said.
Chen Cheng gestured slowly: I'm much better now, thank you.
Song Jili pursed his lips: "You are afraid of me."
An affirmative sentence, not a rhetorical question.
Yes, Chen Cheng is afraid of him.
Not only was she afraid that he was deliberately showing his affection just to see her make a fool of herself, she was even more afraid that he would find teasing her boring and send her back to the Shen family.
Over the past fifteen years, Chen Cheng has not only learned how to please people, but also how to say pleasing things to their ears.
She signed: No.
Afraid that he wouldn't believe me, I added: I have no reason to be afraid of you, you're a very good person, I... am not afraid of you.
The answer is very pale and weak.
Song Jili didn't like Chen Cheng's unwillingness to cater to him, as cold as a puppet.
Three minutes passed and Song Jili did not respond. Chen Cheng's hands on the quilt were clenched together nervously.
He kept reflecting on what she had said wrong or what had made him unhappy.
She suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression. Within her field of vision, he placed his big hands on her sides, leaned over, and his breathing was getting closer and closer.
Chen Cheng pinched his fingertips, trying hard to suppress the trembling that was about to happen.
"Really?"
He snorted with a very light nasal sound.
“Not really.”
Chen Cheng didn't know what else to say to prove himself. He tried to explain, but was afraid that the more he explained, the worse it would be. After struggling for a while, he fell silent.
Song Jili lowered his body a little more.
"Orange, don't do this next time. On the way to the hospital, I was really worried that something might happen to you."
"If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
Chen Cheng was stunned.
What does he mean?
"I kept my distance from you because I wanted to give you some privacy. It seems that was wrong. I should have dragged you back into the car that night."
He grabbed Chen Cheng's wrist and tightened it little by little.
She looked bitter as she felt the pain.
Song Jili lightened his grip and held her wrist lightly, with his thumb against the center of her wrist, leaving her no chance to break free.
Chen Cheng clenched his hands tightly, ready to be verbally humiliated by him.
He lowered his head, rested his hand against her forehead, and said softly, "Am I wrong to make our little Orange unhappy?"
Chen Cheng raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Song Jili raised his chin and kissed her, his breathing becoming heavier.
Pressing deeply against her lips, rolling over them, smelling her fragrance, and then separating lovingly.
"Don't make this an example. Don't keep things to yourself."
"Seeing you're sick and in the hospital, I really don't know what to do with you."
Because they were kissing, his voice was very soft, and tenderness flowed out.
He held her face in his hands, fixed his gaze on her lips, and kissed her.
Not a suffocating kiss, but a peck kiss that got deeper and deeper each time.
It was like, pulling her into it little by little.
Song Jili rested his hand on her forehead and watched her open mouth, her chest heaving, her breathing oxygen madly, her eyes blurry and her hair disheveled, which made him want to rub her even more.
Scientific research shows that love at first sight is a kind of genetic liking, a liking chosen by the body, that is, physiological liking.
Specifically, he always wanted to leave his own mark on her.
Even if it is temporary, you should mark it repeatedly.
He completely let himself indulge in his uncontrollable physical pleasure and lowered his head even more, leaving a bite mark at the corner of her lip.
Chen Cheng, who hadn't even caught his breath yet, was startled and covered his face in a daze, with a look in his eyes that seemed to be accusing him.
Song Jili admitted that she was not a normal person. Her panicked and slightly angry look made him happy.
His little orange is really sweet.
This time, the kiss was not as gentle and patient as the last time. It was more aggressive. He pinched her chin and kissed her.
Leaving bite marks on her lips and licking her teeth.
It wasn't until Chen Cheng was almost unable to breathe and pushed him with the hand containing the syringe that he stopped.
Chen Cheng's eyes turned red as he complained: Why did you bite me...
Song Jili smiled: "Baby, that's called kissing."
Chen Cheng just didn't believe it. How could someone leave spots of marks after being intimate, and the location was very ambiguous? How could she face others?
After all the commotion, Chen Cheng was no longer as dull as before.
Song Jili put a pillow behind her so that she could sit more comfortably.
"Are you angry that I hid the fact that I know sign language from you?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng's eyes drifted to the side.
She discovered that Song Jili had a bad habit of playing with her hair, ruffling it, straightening it, and tangling it, over and over again, and he never got tired of it.
Chen Cheng replied: No, it’s… fear.
"Silly girl, what are you afraid of?" Song Jili didn't expect her to think this way. He touched her earlobe and rubbed it.
Chen Cheng thought for a moment before saying: Because... I had a bad experience.
Song Jili looked at her and asked seriously, "Can I know?"
Chen Cheng is not used to talking, and he feels that he is not the type to talk.
She heard Song Jili ask her seriously if he could know about her past experiences.
At this moment, she suddenly understood.
No one is not good at complaining, and no one is not used to complaining; the key is who you complain to.
Chen Cheng lowered his guard and slowly used sign language, trying to explain things as well and clearly as possible so as not to spoil his fun.
She said: "Since I couldn't speak, everyone treated me as a freak and didn't like to play with me. Anyone who played with me would be laughed at, so I had no friends. When I was twelve years old, I met a man who I thought would be my friend, but if it wasn't for the money my mother gave him, he would never play with me."
Chen Cheng couldn't help but speak out the grievances that had been suppressed in his heart for many years: I just can't speak, why am I a freak? I just can't speak, why are you afraid of me? I really don't eat people, I just can't speak.
Song Jili couldn't bear to listen any longer and held her hand.
Because he had been gesticulating in the air for so long, his fingertips were cold, so he wrapped them up with all his strength, trying to keep them warm.
"That's because he has no vision." Song Jili stood on Chen Cheng's side without hesitation.
Chen Cheng smiled faintly and expressed his gratitude to him.
Song Jili stroked her hairline with his fingertips, rubbed her smooth chin, and asked her, "Will you blame them?"
Without any time to think, Chen Cheng shook his head: "I can't stop others from disliking me. I also... don't dare to ask them to like me."
Maybe she has become numb. After telling herself to just give up again and again, she habitually accepts similar situations when she encounters them.
Song Jili stared at her with a smile.
She doesn't dare to ask others to like her, so how can she be so considerate and not care about the harm others have done to her?
Her heart must be made of cotton, soft and sweet.
"I will like you."
Chen Cheng's heart skipped a beat at the sudden words.
Song Jili comforted her and said, "Chengzi, don't stay alone all the time. Maybe the world outside is not as bad as you think. How about trying to find out?"
Chen Cheng didn't understand what he meant by the outside world.
“Go do what you want to do.”
"If you want to learn painting from Professor Zhou, we can go to the university to study."
"If you want to open an art gallery, choose a store you like and we will open a studio that has the address and decoration style you like."
Song Jili had wanted to say these words to her a long time ago.
Chen Cheng was shocked: You... don’t need me to stay at home?
She never dared to think too much. She was unfortunate to begin with, and she had to learn to be content with the life she had now. How could she have a worry-free life and expect to fulfill her dreams? So when she married Song Jili, what she thought about most was to be a good Mrs. Song, a Mrs. Song that would satisfy both the Song and Shen families.
Song Jili: "I'm not Chen Aoshuang. I would rather you do what you like than stay at home all the time."
Chen Cheng who paints is more lively than Chen Cheng who always stays at home.
Chen Cheng, who was doing what he liked, was just like the first time he met her in the Song family yard, facing nature, showing the greatest kindness and enjoying it.
Chen Cheng clasped her hands, not daring to answer easily. In the past fifteen years, Chen Aoshuang had taken care of everything for her. She was afraid that she would lose touch with society and get into big trouble by accident.
Song Jili dispelled all her doubts and said:
“Just do it first, don’t think too much.”
"If anything happens, I'll cover you."
He is there for everything.
Chen Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this firm assurance.
People are afraid of the unknown and obsessed with the strong. Song Jili gives her the sense of security she wants.
Perhaps, she could try to trust him more, and not be so scared after being bitten once, shrinking into her own world and self-righteously defining everyone.
Chen Cheng bent his thumb downward and pointed his index finger at him.
--thank you.
Song Jili deliberately bluffed her: "Accepted, thank you for kissing me again."
Chen Cheng recalled the two kisses just now, his face turned red to his ears, and he curled up in the quilt.
"I'm just kidding. Come out. You're stuffy under the quilt." Song Jili patted him through the quilt.
Chen Cheng showed a pair of eyes, looked at him, and bent his eyes.
Song Jili originally just wanted to tease her, but ended up being overwhelmed by her smile.
Silence is more attractive than speaking.
Song Jili pulled back a corner of the quilt, lay on top of her without any hesitation.
He said confidently, "I've been busy all day, come and sleep with me for a while."
Chen Cheng slept soundly and didn't make any noise.
Song Jili had been worried about her all night and was indeed sleepy, so he fell asleep soon.
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After resolving his worries, Chen Cheng felt much better after being discharged from the hospital.
When Liang Yanling invited her to watch their troupe's new play, she was hesitant whether to accept the invitation.
Unable to resist Liang Yanling's enthusiasm, he said he would give her an answer tomorrow.
She had never been to see opera and knew very little about it. In order to avoid making a fool of herself, she would lie on her bed with a tablet before going to bed at night to look up information and make up for the missed lessons.
Song Jili glanced at her and asked her, "Are you going to watch Yan Ling's new play?"
Chen Cheng nodded, and thought of the fact that Song Jili and Liang Yanling were alumni and also from the same club, so he asked curiously: Is Yanling very good at singing opera?
"If you go online, you'll know how popular she is." Song Jili deliberately didn't say anything, left this sentence, dimmed the light and lay down.
Chen Cheng was very curious, so he took out his mobile phone and downloaded the Weibo APP from the app store.
She has been using her mobile phone more frequently recently, and it took her a long time to adapt to the fast-developing Internet world.
But I still can’t quite understand the jokes that netizens are making.
Chen Cheng opened the app with the big-eye logo, registered an account according to the instructions, and followed the blogger who he thought “I might be interested in”.
It took her nearly five minutes to open the search box and search for the information she wanted to know.
Type in Liang Yanling's name and several Amway videos with hundreds of thousands of views will pop up.
The release time is this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, CCTV's evening party.
Liang Yanling sang an excerpt from "Mu Guiying Hangs the Marshal's Office".
Liang Yanling on stage is completely different from who she is in private. In the center of the stage, she is wearing a glittering cheongsam, with her black hair tied up with a crystal clear jade hairpin. She stands straight, her voice is clear, and her eyes are full of drama.
It is hard to imagine that Liang Yanling, who shines on stage, is actually a star-chasing expert who only likes to wear home clothes and has messy hair.
The comments section was full of praise for her, with people generously pouring out compliments both seen and not seen before.
A comment from a netizen caught Chen Cheng's attention.
A netizen named "Liang Yanling my wife" commented: [I have experienced how it was in ancient times when tickets for famous actors and actresses were so expensive that they were hard to come by. Tickets will be sold for the Beijing-North tour next week. Please let me pass.]
Others would pay a fortune for a ticket, but now Liang Yanling invited her to go and watch as a relative or friend.
Chen Cheng was even more excited.
But...why does this person have to buy his own ticket?
Chen Cheng poked Song Jili, who lay flat on his back, squinting lazily: "Hmm?"
Chen Cheng pointed at the screen and asked with gestures: Is this the big brother?
Song Jili leaned over to take a look. For a moment he couldn't react to why she asked such a strange question. After silently repeating the netizen's name several times, he understood.
He raised his hand and rubbed her furry head, laughing: "Why are you so cute, baby?"
Chen Cheng blushed in embarrassment at the sudden overly intimate physical contact, and moved a short distance away to express his protest.
"This is a nickname for netizens. As long as it doesn't contain any banned words, you can choose any name you want." Song Jili looked at Chen Cheng while lying on his side and asked her, "You wouldn't just name yourself Chen Cheng, would you?"
Song Jili thought that her WeChat name was Chen Cheng and her avatar was a colorful oil painting.
She must have drawn it herself.
Just like our parents who were older and had just come into contact with the Internet, we have been clumsily integrating into it.
Chen Cheng suddenly understood, but did not feel embarrassed because of his embarrassment. He asked generously: What you mean is that I can also be named 'Liang Yanling's Wife'?
"No." Song Ji refused righteously.
Chen Cheng frowned: Why?
Everyone else can do it, why can't she?
Song Jili teased her seriously: "First, Weibo does not allow duplicate names, and second, you are Song Jili's wife."
Chen Cheng paused for a few seconds before she realized that he was teasing her, and punched him on the shoulder angrily.
Song Jili fell into the soft quilt and chuckled.
Chen Cheng is so funny. No matter what you say, she will think carefully and give a sincere answer.
People will always be defeated by sincerity, but they will also be loved by sincerity.
Hiding under the quilt, Chen Cheng followed Song Jili's naming method and changed the names of all his social software to CC, the first letters of his name.
Chen Cheng forwarded the video to Liang Yanling and left a message: [Ah Ling, you are so awesome! ]
Liang Yanling sent a confused cat emoticon.
Liang Yanling: [What do you think of this? ]
Chen Cheng: [My second uncle told me that you are amazing, so I went to search for it myself out of curiosity.]
Liang Yanling was shocked: [Second uncle complimented me? You must be joking. Does he have any conspiracy?]
Chen Cheng: [No, because I don’t like going out, I was hesitant about whether to go to see your play.]
Liang Yanling: [Now that you have finished watching, have you made up your mind? From the moment I took the stage, the audience seats were packed, and half of them came for me.]
Chen Cheng hesitated for a moment and asked her: [So...are there any rules for watching opera? ]
Liang Yanling, who had succeeded, rolled happily on the bed, holding her cell phone, and turned over and bumped into a strong chest.
Song Qiaoli opened his eyes, lowered his gaze and stared at her: "It's getting late."
"Just go to sleep and don't bother me." Liang Yanling was like a night cat and didn't feel sleepy at all until 2 a.m.
Turning over, Liang Yanling said, "I see you have plenty of free time, to the point of running from your villa in the suburbs to my house."
After graduation, she was admitted to the provincial opera troupe, and her family bought her a large flat in the residential area where her unit was located. She spent most of her time living there, and occasionally returned to live in her marital home.
Song Qiaoli had already reiterated for the umpteenth time tonight: "I was socializing nearby."
"Why don't you stay in a hotel? We are all adults, so we shouldn't play word games." Liang Yanling said coldly, "Take some time to deal with our divorce."
Song Qiaoli: "Now is not the right time for divorce."
"I don't care. You should handle your family affairs yourself. We agreed to divorce after two years. Now the time has come. Mr. Song, you should be honest in doing business." Liang Yanling didn't care what his difficulties were.
Song Qiaoli was silent for a long time, then he said "hmm" faintly.
Liang Yanling was surprised. She didn't expect him to agree. She thought he would reject her mercilessly like he did the last few times.
In order not to lose momentum, Liang Yanling said, "Tell me when you've dealt with it."
After that, no one spoke again.
Suddenly, a person emerged into Song Qiaoli's arms, and she clung to him like an octopus.
"Aren't we getting a divorce?" Song Qiaoli said in a low voice.
Liang Yanling's hand had already touched his mermaid line: "You came all the way to me, aren't you here to give me a shot?"
"Liang Yanling, please speak nicely." Song Qiaoli wondered how such a wild person could be raised in the Liang family with strict rules.
Liang Yanling bit his lower lip, rubbed him, and said, "But teacher, you have reacted."
Their marriage was arranged when they were young. In order to cultivate their relationship, Song Qiaoli worked as Liang Yanling's piano teacher for a period of time when he was in college.
At that time she was still very reserved and polite, and called him Teacher Song.
Until they met by chance at a dinner party after graduation, she would still call him Teacher Song.
She is gentle and elegant, a lady brought up by the Liang family.
After getting married, she would call him by his full name, or address him respectfully as "brother" in front of outsiders.
He asked why he stopped calling.
That intimate night, she called teacher and teacher Song in a clingy way.
From then on, I would only call her "teacher" in bed.
Song Qiaoli pulled her hands away, pushed her down, and took the upper position: "I think you need a lesson."
Liang Yanling succeeded and smiled happily.
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