Chapter 21 After the Rain "I'll teach you, help me."
There were people coming and going in the square. Chen Cheng shrank his neck, thinking that he would not really do anything.
Song Jili just pinched her face and did not do anything else that was inappropriate.
The waiter called the number again, and Song Jili quickly stepped forward to receive it.
Chen Cheng thought the matter was over.
Back to the underground parking lot, Song Jili followed her.
He would open the door for her every time, without any precautions.
This time, the unlocking sound came from the back seat, not the co-pilot.
Before Chen Cheng could react, a strong arm suddenly appeared around his waist, pulling him back and pulling him and her into the carriage.
Chen Cheng was lying on the back seat. Before she could turn around, the man enveloped her and trapped her in a corner.
A bad premonition arose. Chen Cheng was so nervous that his sign language was shaking: What...what happened?
Song Jili pinched her chin, shook her slightly, and said with a smile: "Do - what you just wanted to do."
What happened just now?
Thinking back to the words he used to tease her, wasn't it... just a joke?
Chen Cheng wanted to retaliate with empty hands, but he succeeded easily. His broad palm penetrated into her lower abdomen.
He was not a pampered young man. He had held guns and operated the steering wheel of an airplane. The rough feeling of the coil on his palm against his skin made her body stiffen.
He pressed his fingertips against her ribs and pinched her waist, making her unable to move.
He deliberately rubbed the sensitive spot again and again.
Chen Cheng's strange physical changes left her at a loss.
I opened my mouth and took deep breaths to relieve my tension. I felt the air in the car becoming thinner and I was about to drown.
"Just a kiss, okay?" Song Jili asked in her ear.
It's not like asking, but more like telling.
She had no other choice.
Chen Cheng didn't know how to answer.
He asked, "Tianbao, answer me, okay?"
Chen Cheng was annoyed and embarrassed. He knew she couldn't speak, but he still deliberately pestered her to respond.
"Baby, talk."
"Is it okay?"
He seemed addicted, and kept asking questions and teasing.
Chen Cheng's breathing was trembling, but he couldn't escape no matter what.
Song Jili moved closer, kissed her lightly, then put a little distance between them, taking in all her reactions, and then kissed her lightly again.
Chen Cheng couldn't stand his kiss like this, it was more heart-burning than a deep kiss.
I was really afraid that I would overbreathe.
I kissed her, and more than once.
Chen Cheng pushed him gently.
I wanted to remind him that this was a parking lot, but was interrupted before I could finish marking it.
Song Jili was completely addicted to it, he grabbed her hand, bit it and licked it.
Chen Cheng cried out in silence. He took advantage of the situation and rubbed her palm, saying with a sly smile, "Baby, you won't make any sound, and no one will hear you. Can I do anything?"
Chen Cheng's eyes suddenly turned red.
...What does he mean?
"Be good, kiss me for a while longer." Song Jili loved the look of her.
He liked to kiss her neck the most, just a gentle kiss. She was like a frightened kitten, with her hands on his ears, but she didn't dare to push him away, she was trembling with fear.
His friends teased him that he married her because he had a weird fetish.
He denied that he felt guilty, but the more he saw her like this, the more excited he became, and he wanted to do it too much.
Men are strong and cannot be avoided.
Chen Cheng stopped moving and let him rub him obediently.
In addition to finger marks, there are also ambiguous kiss marks on the neck and collarbone.
His kiss became deeper and deeper, holding her head tightly, leaving no gap.
He had so many tricks, she had never experienced them before, and she almost couldn't breathe.
Chen Cheng patted his shoulder, turned his head away, and took deep breaths of the thin air in the car.
Song Jili controlled the car window and lowered it slowly.
Fresh air rushed in, and Chen Cheng was finally rescued. He took several deep breaths.
Listening to her breathing, Song Jili was really afraid that she was overbreathing, so he didn't dare to bother her anymore.
If she continued to provoke him, she would eventually get burned by him. In order not to scare her, she finally stopped. Otherwise, what would she do if she resisted his intimacy in the future?
Thinking of this, Song Jili took the glutinous rice cake that was thrown on the front seat, opened it and handed it to her, and said softly: "Tianbao, have a bite."
Chen Cheng was no longer in the mood to eat pastries. He just stared at him, not moving a muscle.
"It's very delicious." Song Jili stuffed it into her hand.
Chen Cheng had no choice but to gesture and say: The car will be dirty.
"If it's dirty, just change it. We don't need the money." Song Jili patted her thin shoulders and said, "Be good, eat."
She noticed that when Song Jili stood up and got out of the car, he covered a certain place with his coat. Thinking of the thing that had just rubbed against her thigh, intentionally or unintentionally, her face turned red.
Chen Cheng quickly lowered her head, pretending not to see it, and took a small bite of the glutinous rice ball. The soft and glutinous texture surprised her, and she took another big bite.
Sweet food soothes the fear.
After eating, I felt much better.
Song Jili saw through the rearview mirror that the girl was eating one bite after another with great concentration, nodding in approval occasionally, lost in her own world.
He slowed down and drove back slowly, giving her enough time to finish two glutinous rice balls.
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In the evening, after washing up, Chen Cheng curled up in the quilt. He wanted to ask Song Jili what he thought about what he mentioned to Qiao Qiaoyu today.
Half an hour later, Song Jili went back to his room to take a shower, and then returned to the study for a meeting.
There is no intention of taking a break.
Chen Cheng couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Half asleep and half awake, she felt the quilt being lifted and opened her eyes.
Song Jili lay down, turned over and looked into her sleepy eyes. Thinking she was awakened from a dream, he put his arm behind her back and patted her: "Go to sleep."
Chen Cheng was feeling lazy and sleepy, not even wanting to lift his hands, but he still tried to cheer himself up, fearing that if he didn't tell him now, he would rush to the company early tomorrow morning and he wouldn't see him the whole day.
Chen Cheng gestured and asked him: What time is it?
"Two forty-three, what's wrong?" Song Jili stood up and took the water. "Would you like to drink?"
Chen Cheng sat up, drank a glass of water, and felt much more sober.
"Just go to sleep if you're sleepy. What else do you want to do?" Song Jili saw her blinking repeatedly, trying to drive away the sleepiness.
Chen Cheng shook his head: I have something to tell you.
Song Jili leaned against the pillow: "Go ahead."
She had been going to bed early these days, and I thought she was afraid of running into him in bed when she woke up.
I knew she wasn't ready yet, so I didn't force her.
In fact, she just needs to say it, there is no need to be shy.
He could have reminded her, but out of spite, he wanted to see how she would react, so he hid in the dark and observed quietly.
Chen Cheng said: I know the owner of a gallery. She is a very nice person and wants to exhibit my paintings in her gallery. What do you think?
Her slender hands gestured in the air. Song Jili was interpreting it seriously, but as he watched, he became fascinated. He grabbed the book in his hands and gently bit his fingertips.
Chen Cheng’s face turned slightly red. He pulled back his hand and gestured slightly: …I’m asking you something.
"Chengcheng, you don't need to ask me." Song Jili didn't want to lecture her in the tone of an elder, fearing that she would find him annoying and dislike the fact that he smelled like a father.
But facing Chen Cheng's situation, he didn't say much, for fear that she would not dare to guess what he meant.
Chen Cheng added: She also said that as long as I agreed to her, she could let me study in the Oil Painting Department of Jiangdu University.
"What do you think?" Song Jili still asked her the question.
Chen Cheng was stunned. Could she...think about it?
"Chen Cheng." Song Jili looked solemn and called her by her full name. Chen Cheng sat up straight.
He said, "This is your business. If you want to do it, just do it. When you have made your decision, just let me know."
Chen Cheng's heart gradually warmed, but she had never made a decision in the past fifteen years and she still didn't know what to do.
"If you encounter a difficult decision, you can ask for my opinion. It is only for reference. You still need to make the decision yourself." Song Jili said with a faint smile, "Remember, even if the sky falls, I will always cover you up."
Chen Cheng had a general idea in mind, but he still wanted to make a decision after visiting Jiangdu.
After solving the problem, she did not forget to give out the nice guy card: Song Jili, you are so nice.
"I bought you delicious glutinous rice balls and gave you advice." Song Jili asked, "Besides saying 'you are so nice', is there nothing else?"
Chen Cheng recalled the ambiguous kiss that escalated into a passionate one in the cramped carriage, and did not dare to move.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Jili pinched her cheek and rubbed it a few times, "Would you like to consider the New Year's Eve event I mentioned today?"
Chen Cheng didn't believe that Song Jili was so easy to talk to.
After helping her with so much, all you need is for her to accompany you to a friend's event? What's the point?
He is a businessman, and this exchange is obviously a loss-making business.
But in Song Jili's view, it was no small matter. Chen Cheng's agreement to go out and participate in activities was a big step forward.
Chen Cheng said: If there is nothing else, it’s okay.
Song Jili got an accurate answer, grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, lowered his head and left a kiss on the top of her head: "Go to sleep."
Chen Cheng obediently put down his hands and lay properly in his arms.
Song Jili wanted to do something, but what if he really scared the lamb away? He could only coax it slowly.
Just when Song Jili thought Chen Cheng had fallen asleep, she poked his arm.
"Hmm?" Song Jili's voice was low and hoarse.
Chen Cheng was troubled for a long time, but finally decided to tell him what was in his mind.
She sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
The light was a little dazzling. Song Jili lay there lazily with his eyes half closed.
Chen Cheng shook Song Jili: I have something to tell you.
Song Jili leaned over and put his hand on her waist: "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Chen Cheng gestured: I know why you want me to go see A Ling's performance, thank you.
"Thank you again?" Song Jili chuckled with a light nasal sound.
Chen Cheng glared at him, but still asked him in a gentle voice: Do you think I'm weird?
"What are you thinking? It's nothing." Song Jili's eyes were clear as he denied her self-deprecation.
Chen Cheng: If there is anything I did wrong, you can correct me and I will change.
"Stupid, you still don't understand." Song Jili thought that all the hard work before was in vain. "I did all this just hoping that you wouldn't say that just now."
"Be yourself. There is no need to change yourself to please me or others."
Chen Cheng never dared to think about these things.
At the age of 24, the key word that dominated her life was obedience.
Because she was obedient, her grandparents did not abandon her and raised her.
Because she was obedient, Chen Aoshuang adopted her and gave her a good life.
Now tell her not to listen anymore.
So...what else can she do?
Chen Cheng is like a ship that has lost its oars, lost in the endless sea.
Song Jili sighed inwardly when he saw the anxiety she showed.
Do you understand, idiot? You don't have to do something for others to be liked.
That kind of liking is not real liking.
I really like her. Just by looking at her, I feel that she is so beautiful.
But not everyone can think clearly in a short period of time about what kind of life they want to live in the future, what kind of person they want to become, and how to realize their own value.
Chen Cheng finally managed to break out of her old-fashioned life, but she still needed a lot of time to slowly search for her destiny.
"Do you want to know what you can do?" Song Jili was like a big bad wolf luring the lamb out of the fence.
Chen Cheng sat closer, blinked his eyes, and looked like he was listening carefully.
Song Jili pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
"My dear, do you remember what you said?" Song Jili couldn't let go of her fingers and kissed each knuckle devoutly.
Chen Cheng withdrew his hand and gestured: What did I... say?
"You said--" Song Jili leaned over to her ear.
He bit her earlobe and said with a wicked smile, "You said I helped you a lot. If I need help, you will help me too."
Chen Cheng did say that.
But a voice in her heart told her that she must not agree.
"Our Orange, wouldn't you want to go back on your word, right?" Song Jili smiled nonchalantly, and was sure of what would happen next.
Again: "Ms. Orange, you won't turn me down, will you?"
Chen Cheng rarely feels needed, but Chen Aoshuang has felt that way, but rarely.
Faced with the man's sincere plea, she...could not refuse.
Chen Cheng gestured with one hand: What can I help you with?
Song Jili smiled, kissed her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "So good."
He took her hand and went down.
Chen Cheng was horrified and shook his head.
"Baby, you said you would help me, are you going back on your word?" Song Jili's breathing became heavier, and he couldn't help but ease the pain with kisses, kissing again and again.
Song Jili coaxed her: "I will teach you, help me."
He took her with him.
up and down……
He really took teaching seriously, and whenever the students did well, he would generously praise them.
Chen Cheng's face turned red, and he buried his head in his shoulder, not daring to look him in the eye.
Her wrists were sore, but he had no intention of ending.
He ended this exclusive teaching session only when she no longer had the strength to lift her fingertips.
"Is my teaching good?" Song Jili lowered his head and asked in her ear.
His voice was low and his hoarseness became even more serious.
Chen Cheng didn't even have the strength to sign. It was too embarrassing to sign with shaking hands, so she chose to keep her head down and remain silent.
Song Jili carried her to the bathroom, prepared warm water, and put his five fingers through hers to clean her.
Make bubbles and rinse under the tap.
Washed twice.
Maybe it's a psychological effect, Chen Cheng always feels that his palms are sticky.
Falling asleep again, Chen Cheng didn't dare to wake Song Jili up again. What happened tonight seemed to have opened another door to her world.
She swore that she would never make a promise to Song Jili easily again.
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It was not until the end of the year that Chen Cheng decided to visit Jiangdu University.
I even specially selected the last afternoon of the year to visit Jiangdu University. I heard that the Department of Art had no classes scheduled at this time, so I specially set aside time for club activities.
Qiao Qiaoyu arranged everything, took Chen Cheng's arm, and took her through the university's teaching buildings.
"Professional courses are mostly taught in the college, while public courses are usually taught in large lecture halls or in the comprehensive building." Qiao Qiaoyu said, pointing to several buildings.
Chen Cheng asked curiously, "Are you studying at Jiangdu University?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Qiao Qiaoyu said generously, "My academic performance is not good, and my college entrance examination score is barely enough to get into a second-tier university."
Chen Cheng still envied Qiao Qiaoyu for being able to go to college in a familiar environment. She also wanted to study in China, but Chen Aoshuang insisted that she study abroad, believing that having the experience of studying abroad would be an advantage in finding a job or dating in the future.
Her English was not good, and she had to spend a lot of money to hire two teachers to tutor her at home before she could barely meet the application requirements.
Living alone in a foreign country, she spent a lot of energy adapting, but she was too clumsy and could not learn as fast as others. Before she could adapt, her studies were over and she could return home.
The three years of college passed by so quickly that she never really felt them.
"But I borrowed this." Qiao Qiaoyu took out a card from her handbag.
The employee card is written in the lower right corner.
Qiao Qiaoyu: "This was borrowed by me and my brother-in-law, who is an associate professor at the School of Medicine."
Chen Cheng: "Your family is amazing."
"Yeah, I'm the only one in my family who has nothing to do." Qiao Qiaoyu joked to herself, "After the tour, we'll go have lunch. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Zhou will take us to visit the studio."
Chen Cheng walked across the tree-lined avenue.
Winter had just arrived in Jiangdu, and the leaves had not yet fallen. When the wind blew, the ginkgo trees tumbled with the wind, and a "golden rain" fell.
Chen Cheng saw yellow of varying degrees of saturation. The ordinary scenery before her seemed grand to her.
The campus atmosphere is beautiful and simple. Even though she can't study here, she is willing to spend a whole day painting at the end of the avenue.
Before meeting Professor Zhou, Chen Cheng already had an idea in his mind.
In the afternoon, Chen Cheng followed Professor Zhou to his studio and the painting studio where he taught. Before they parted, she accepted Professor Zhou's invitation.
On the way home, Qiao Qiaoyu kept staring at Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng touched her face and asked her, "Is my face dirty?"
I put on some light makeup before going out today. Did it get ruined?
"Chenzi, Professor Zhou's job has been decided. What do you think about me acting as your painting agent?" Qiao Qiaoyu was very clingy. Before Chen Chen could answer, she hugged him and cried, "You can't just give others benefits while I get nothing."
Chen Cheng has his own concerns.
Besides the fact that the Shen family doesn't want girls in their family to engage in art, there is another reason that is difficult to tell.
"Just give it a stage name."
"Believe me, the mysterious identity is also one of the selling points."
"You and I know this, and I won't tell anyone."
Qiao Qiaoyu's muttering was like a spell, and Chen Cheng's heart was moved.
Chen Cheng: "I'll tell you after I think of a stage name?"
"No problem at all!" Qiao Qiaoyu said with a smile, "Take me to see your paintings some other day."
Chen Cheng's paintings were originally planned to stay in northern Beijing, but Song Jili specially hired someone to move them. Fearing that they would be damaged on the way, he directly sent a private plane to bring them back. They are currently stored in a house under Chen Cheng's name.
Before getting off the car, Chen Cheng made an appointment to go see the paintings again next week, and Qiao Qiaoyu had just finished decorating the exhibition.
Chen Cheng entered the stairwell and saw two strange men and two women waiting for the elevator. They were joking with each other and talking without restraint.
This is an upscale residential area with one elevator per household. Chen Cheng has never taken the elevator with a few others, and always waits for it silently.
The elevator door opened and Chen Cheng went in first, standing in the corner, keeping a distance from them.
The long-haired girl asked, "If we go together, Uncle Er won't mind, right?"
The two men were silent. The woman with neat shoulder-length hair smiled and said, "Jili won't. He loves to have a good time. We are just celebrating the New Year together, so why would he have any opinion?"
"If Sister Xiao Min says no, then it definitely won't happen. Who else knows Second Uncle better than you?" The long-haired girl hooked her arm around the shoulder-length-haired woman and smiled sweetly.
Chen Cheng raised his head. From what they said, were they here to look for Song Jili?
But at this time, Song Jili was in the company.
So...what are they doing here?
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