Chapter 29 After the rain, don't think about other men, look at me. ...
A wave of physiological nausea came over Chen Cheng, but he bit his lower lip and tried not to vomit.
Lin Fangxian noticed and asked, "What happened to Xiaocheng?"
Chen Cheng pressed his lower abdomen, pointed in the direction of the toilet, and looked at Lin Fangxian apologetically.
"Go ahead, it's okay. If you feel unwell, let the butler take you back to rest." Lin Fangxian called the butler to lead Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng bowed slightly to Lin Fangxian, turned around and left, gradually quickening his pace, fearing that if he stayed for another second, she would really vomit in front of everyone.
Before leaving, she heard Professor Zhou and Lin Fangxian asking about her.
Chen Cheng's palms broke out in cold sweat and he couldn't stop shaking.
He...must have spotted her.
After sending the housekeeper away, Chen Cheng stood alone in the corridor, facing the cold wind, and forced herself to calm down. However, it was as if a switch in her body was broken. She felt pressure coming towards her and was inexplicably anxious.
"Orange."
The sound I least want to hear in my life appears again.
Chen Cheng turned around, his pupils trembling, and could only breathe through his mouth to relieve the loss of control of his body.
"Long time no see."
"How have you been lately?"
Ying Yizhi had a gentle smile on his face, and was wearing a dark grey casual suit. He had a delicate appearance, a clean temperament, and gave off a polite vibe.
He took a step forward, and Chen Cheng stretched out his hand, making a stopping gesture, signaling him not to come any closer.
Ying Yizhi was very excited to meet Chen Cheng here and couldn't wait to say:
"I'm not going, can we chat?" Ying Yizhi smiled, "I saw your painting exhibition, I recognized it was you who painted it, and wanted to find a chance to meet you. I tried the dumbest way, but your agent said you don't meet any clients."
“I didn’t expect that we could meet here.”
Every word he said was like a terrible spell. As she listened, fear loomed over her head and she almost couldn't breathe.
Ying Yizhi noticed that Chen Cheng was not in the right mood, and said, "We have known each other for such a long time, but I never knew your family situation. I heard that you are married now, to the second son of this family?"
"How are you doing?"
"Didn't the family bully you because you can't speak?"
Chen Cheng hated being influenced by him, but couldn't control it.
Ying Yizhi took a step closer and said, "Chencheng, give me a chance, can we talk about this? I hope you can give me a chance to explain what happened back then."
Chen Cheng stepped back, his heels touching the pillar and he leaned against it.
Ying Yizhi still wants to move forward.
"Orange."
Song Jili appeared at the end of the corridor, his eyes swept over them several times, looked at Chen Cheng who was in a strange state, and walked quickly to her side.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, his first reaction was to protect Chen Cheng behind him.
"Hello, I am..." You should introduce yourself politely.
Song Jili interrupted coldly: "Please be careful, not everyone can enter the master's backyard casually."
Ying Yizhi rarely gets humiliated by others, so he looked embarrassed. However, this family was a big client of his master, so he didn't dare to cause trouble easily. He made an excuse: "Sorry, I took the wrong road."
Chen Cheng didn't care about the chaotic scene. Song Jili's appearance gave her a brief respite. She turned around and left impatiently, fleeing the scene quickly.
Song Jili glanced in the direction Chen Cheng left, and his intuition told him that the man must know Chen Cheng and there was something between them.
Recalling Chen Cheng's dazed and depressed expression, Song Jili warned her in a dull tone before leaving: "You'd better stay away from her."
Ying Yi paused, smiled slightly, and walked away.
There is no explanation of what the relationship between him and Chen Cheng is.
Song Jili caught up with Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng didn't go too far. He stopped when he ran to a place where there was no one, leaned against the wall and breathed hard, pressing his hands on his chest, trying to calm down.
Song Jili stood at the bottom of the stairs, seeing the cold sweat on her forehead, he suppressed his doubts, stepped forward to pat her back, and asked softly: "Can you still walk? I'll carry you back?"
Chen Cheng clenched his fists and looked at him with unfocused eyes, as if silently asking for help.
Song Ji and the others couldn't help but think too much.
She cares so much about who the man is.
Is it...ex-boyfriend?
Chen Cheng lay on Song Jili's back, just like he used to sleep next to her, with his cheek pressed against his collar, his breath pouring in from the narrow neckline and spraying on his skin.
He could clearly feel her breathing was rapid and trembling, and there were even pauses for a few seconds.
I couldn't help but hold her tight, trying to ease her anxiety.
After returning to the yard, Chen Cheng took a shower and went to bed.
Song Jili tucked her in, and before standing up, she pointed to the light.
"Off?" he asked.
Chen Cheng nodded.
If she didn't stay in the dark, she was afraid that the colors in front of her eyes would keep changing, and she would suspect that the world she lived in was fictitious and garbled.
Song Jili turned off the lights, walked to the door, put his hand on the door handle, and looked at Chen Cheng who was sleeping next to the bed.
Her back looked extremely lonely.
Even though she didn't intentionally lock herself up in a corner and not allow anyone to get close to her, she still felt that her world was empty and she was always alone.
The door closed with a slight sound.
The room returned to its deathly darkness.
The next second, she was hugged tightly from behind.
Chen Cheng was already used to his skin-to-skin blindness, but it was so sudden that she was startled.
"Shall we talk?" Song Jili asked.
Once Chen Cheng is tired, he can't muster the energy to communicate with others.
She needs to think, type, use sign language, and try her best to express herself as accurately as possible so that the other person can understand her thoughts.
Communication is the simplest thing.
For her, she has to climb over several mountains before she can express herself like an ordinary person.
Song Jili didn't wait for her to answer, and fearing being rejected, he let go of her: "I'll change my clothes."
The material of his clothes was a bit stiff, and he was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she touched it, so he changed into pajamas.
Since they started sleeping in the same bed, Song Jili rarely wore satin pajamas, because he found that Chen Cheng liked soft pure cotton material, so he changed them all.
Wearing clothes of the same material as her.
Song Jili did not turn on the lights, but opened the curtains to let the lights from the eaves outside and the moonlight pour in. The light in the room was dim, and there was a groggy feeling.
Chen Cheng would not resist this brightness. He had good eyesight and could see her sign language clearly.
Song Jili prepared a pillow, sat against the head of the bed, and brought Chen Cheng over to her. She rested her head on his thighs and could turn her back to him without any psychological burden.
"Do you know what I want to ask?" Song Jili rubbed her shoulders that were exposed outside the quilt.
Chen Cheng nodded, turned to face him, and said in sign language: He... is my college classmate. I met him in the oil painting class. He helped me out, and that's how we got to know each other.
Her answer was vague.
She was unwilling to recall the past and answered him evasively. If he didn't ask her further, she wouldn't tell him too much.
Song Jili did not ask how they met or how far they had developed.
He asked: "What is college life like?"
Chen Cheng was stunned.
Topic... the first time she mentioned it.
Even Chen Aoshuang never asked about her college life. As long as she achieved the goal of studying abroad, everything had been arranged, and the process was not important.
Chen Cheng was busy signing: I can’t say I like it too much, but if I had to do it again, I wouldn’t be willing to go.
Being in a foreign country, she couldn't have normal conversations with people. Her assistant and aunt took care of everything, but life was still very difficult for her.
"Are you not doing well?" Song Jili stretched out the big hand wearing the wedding ring, gently lifted her bangs that blocked her vision, revealing her forehead, and smoothed her furrowed brows again and again.
The silver ring occasionally rubbed against her skin, which was rougher than his, so it didn't feel irritating.
Chen Cheng choked up and suddenly felt like crying.
Living alone in a foreign country at that time, she felt extremely wronged. She held back her tears, fearing that Chen Aoshuang would ask about it when she checked on her at night. Once she felt that things were out of control, she would try every means to correct them. Chen Cheng could only do what she said and accept everything.
Time goes by, and after returning from abroad, she feels much better. She thought she could finally let go. Today, he asked her "Are you doing well?", and a familiar feeling came to her mind.
Only then did she realize that the grievance did not disappear, it was just hidden deep in her heart. One day it would be triggered and would surge towards her again and drown her.
My eyes were wet.
Chen Cheng lowered his head and swayed slightly.
not good.
Not good at all.
Studying abroad for three years was like a nightmare to her.
Every day, she wakes up from bed, struggles to complete her schoolwork, clumsily adapts to local life, and pretends to be an adult without any negative emotions.
That's too bad.
It was so bad that she became mentally ill, but she didn't dare to see a doctor.
Song Jili held her face and wiped away the tears that were about to fall.
He felt sorry for her, and also understood her pretending to be strong and stubborn.
If he were her, he would have even less courage than her to face the past, and would be even more unable to open his mouth and talk about past wounds.
She was a little confused about some things.
He understands, he understands everything.
Living under someone else's roof, she has tried her best to satisfy everyone in order to survive, and she has done well enough.
Chen Cheng spoke slowly, using sign language: I didn't make many friends because I couldn't speak. The study intensity was very high and my English was not very good, which made me very anxious and I often couldn't sleep at night. But I couldn't let the housekeeper who accompanied me to study abroad find out. He would report my situation to my mother every day, so I had to pretend that I had adapted to the pace of life abroad.
Song Jili didn't know what to say to comfort her.
No matter how many words he said, they were all in vain. He had no way to comfort Chen Cheng when he first arrived in a foreign country four years ago, nor could he comfort Chen Cheng when he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep late at night.
Chen Cheng also said: Every Friday, I would go to the oil painting department to attend classes. That was when I could get a brief breath of fresh air in my airtight life. I met two good friends, one of whom was Ying Yizhi. He was very kind. He didn't mind that I couldn't speak. He would wait patiently for me to type. He also took me to many places. My life was not so difficult. He was like a beam of light, saving me from the darkness for a short time.
But later, he pushed me into a deeper abyss.
Chen Cheng didn't say the latter sentence.
After reading her words, Song Jili suddenly felt that he had lost the qualifications to inquire into their relationship.
Ying Yizhi appeared when Chen Cheng was feeling the most uncomfortable and desperate.
It's understandable if she fell in love with him.
Song Jili waited quietly for Chen Cheng to finish speaking.
Three minutes passed and she didn't go down any further.
The story... is over? Or is there something else she doesn't want to tell?
Chen Cheng raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot: But later, some unexpected situations happened and we didn’t have any contact anymore.
"It's over, it's okay, don't think about it." Song Jili hugged Chen Cheng tightly, as if to confirm her existence.
Not by anyone's side, but in his arms.
He couldn't listen any more. He felt guilty. If only he had met her earlier, if he had stood in front of her earlier, then everything that happened later would not have happened, and Ying Yizhi would not have had the chance to appear in front of her.
But, there are no ifs.
Ying Yichi was her salvation for a period of time.
Chen Cheng couldn't tell the secret that happened later, and she might never be able to get over it for the rest of her life, so there was no need to tell it and make Song Jili worry.
Besides, she already has a good life now and doesn't need to hold herself back by the past.
Chen Cheng fell asleep after being coaxed by Song Jili.
Perhaps because she had been under high stress since yesterday, she slept very deeply.
Song Jili, however, suffered from insomnia.
He cared deeply about what happened next and could not deceive himself.
However, he did not want to force Chen Cheng to speak, because involuntary confession would cause secondary harm.
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At 11:30 in the evening, Song Jili gently touched the back of Chen Cheng's hand and said in a voice that would not scare her, "It's almost time, Chengzi, wake up, we have to go and pay New Year's greetings to our parents."
Chen Cheng opened her eyes. She had cried so hard the previous night that she had slept for less than four hours. Her head suddenly felt a sharp pain and she took a breath of cool air.
"Drink some water." Song Jili rubbed her temples.
Chen Cheng sat there for ten minutes, gradually coming back to his senses.
Under Song Jili's instruction, she put on her new clothes.
On the second day after New Year's Day, Song Jili specially asked several craftsmen from old-fashioned stores to come to her home to measure her size and order a few new sets of clothes.
It is all handmade, there is no other like it on the market, and I had to pay the processing fee to make it in a hurry. The normal production period is at least three months.
The embroidery on the cuffs of this modified Chinese coat was done stitch by stitch by an embroiderer using the non-heritage Su embroidery.
Suddenly I felt a sense of reality about the Song family as a middle-class wealthy family.
It’s really hard to make an appointment for Chinese luxury goods without connections, not to mention that he can rush a store that only produces a dozen or so finished products a year. This piece of clothing is estimated to cost seven figures.
Song Jili watched Chen Cheng change into the clothes he bought for her, and his depressed mood improved a lot.
His vision was right; the white fur at her collar made her look like a snow fox.
After she was dressed, Song Jili picked out a bag for her and said bluntly, "Use it to hold the red envelopes later."
Chen Cheng thought he was joking, but after she gave her blessings to the elders, she received two thick red envelopes.
In order to show her sincerity, she wrote her blessings in the form of couplets and calligraphy, and prepared one for Mr. Song and one for Lin Fangxian.
Lin Fangxian unfolded it and smiled from ear to ear. As a collector of calligraphy and painting, she really liked Chen Cheng's ink paintings with unique use of colors.
She waved to the housekeeper, who immediately went to the warehouse to find a piece of paper of suitable size, framed it, and hung it in the living room, so that whenever someone came, she could boast that it was a gift from her daughter-in-law.
He even unceremoniously took the painting that Chen Cheng gave to Mr. Song for himself and asked the butler to hang it up as well.
Chen Cheng smiled sweetly, swept away the gloom in front of him, took Lin Fangxian's hand, and treated her as his closest elder.
Liang Yanling collected a lot of antiques and gave them to the elders. Although they were not very expensive, they were unique.
Lin Fangxian was so happy that she gave another red envelope.
Lin Fangxian looked at her two daughters-in-law and kept smiling. When she turned her gaze to her two sons, she immediately stopped smiling.
They were so cute when they were little, but why are they so different now that they have grown up? If it weren't for the fact that they could marry such good wives, I would have chased them away long ago. What an eyesore!
Now that it was New Year's Day, Lin Fangxian was too lazy to scold them and let them go for the time being because it was a good day.
After the New Year's greetings, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. There were no activities arranged on the first day of the New Year, so they could arrange their time as they pleased and even sleep in until the afternoon.
Chen Cheng didn't understand the customs in Jiangdu and just sat there without moving.
On the other hand, Liang Yanling, who was sitting closest to the main seat, was the first to run out when she was told that she could leave.
She remembered that her husband had fallen behind, so she ran to the doorstep, stopped, and urged, "Brother Qiaoli, hurry up, it's so cold outside!"
She was smoking while talking and standing in the dark, so he couldn't see her expression and Song Qiaoli didn't speed up.
Liang Yanling ran back, waved to Chen Cheng, then took Song Qiaoli and strode away.
"Your family has already planned the New Year's greetings, but my family is very long-winded. I have many sisters and brothers. We take turns to kowtow to the elders and greet them until the middle of the night." Liang Yanling exaggerated, "It's better to have a simple family."
Song Qiaoli listened silently.
Liang Yanling's tone suddenly turned sad: "What a pity! If I get divorced this year, I will have to spend the New Year at the Liang family next year, and I can't escape the complicated rules. It's also possible that if I get divorced and they don't want to see me, they won't want me to celebrate the New Year with the younger generation, but the possibility is very small. Damn!"
Song Qiaoli still didn't respond.
Liang Yanling felt extremely bored when she got no response.
Liang Yanling said in a flat voice: "Have you arranged the divorce? When are we going to apply? You can't go back on your word during the 30-day cooling-off period."
There was nothing much to talk about, so they just settled the matter of divorce.
"Let's celebrate the New Year first and talk about it after the Lantern Festival." Song Qiaoli replied.
Liang Yanling turned around, and Song Qiaoli took faster steps than her and almost bumped into her.
He took half a step back, but still stayed very close to her.
Liang Yanling said, "I thought that since we were going to get divorced sooner or later, you didn't bother to bother with me anymore."
Song Qiaoli pursed his lips and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I made you misunderstand me. I just don't know what to say next."
Liang Yanling straightened her back and pressed her upper body against him.
She smiled and said, "Do you remember where this is?"
It was too dark around, and Song Qiaoli was restrained by her movements, so he didn't guess where it was immediately.
"Piano room." Liang Yanling put her hands on his neck and said in a coquettish voice, "You didn't have time to come to my house for lessons that day, so my family sent me here, and you took an hour out of your day to practice with me."
"Right there, on the piano cover, we did it."
"We made the piano dirty, and you spent the whole afternoon cleaning it."
"Do you want to try again?" She deliberately breathed at him.
Song Qiaoli raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Ling..."
Liang Yanling interrupted and whispered, "Really don't want to try again? If we get divorced, the next time you try with me, it won't be you."
"Liang Yanling!" Song Qiaoli frowned.
How could the little girl be so outspoken and wild?
Liang Yanling was just teasing Song Qiaoli, so she let go of his hand and decided to quit while she was ahead: "If you don't want to, forget it. I'll find someone else."
She pulled away and was misunderstood as going to look for someone else, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
The piano room door closed and she was pushed against the wall and kissed, almost suffocating.
That feeling is so tempting.
She kissed back and took off her coat, which was out of the way.
Song Qiaoli stopped.
Liang Yanling predicted what he was thinking and hooked her arms around his neck, "Teacher, I have a condom in my coat pocket."
I didn't expect her to bring this when she went out. Song Qiaoli's expression became serious.
A sharp slap hit her on the butt.
Liang Yanling was so happy: "Teacher, what are you going to teach today?"
Song Qiaoli had nothing to teach her.
Piano tutoring was just an excuse. After we got married, I found out that she had already reached level 10 in piano at the age of 15.
Song Qiaoli touched the tools and said, "Hold the zither and stand still."
As soon as he said it, she knew which position to try and responded tacitly.
…
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Chen Cheng and Song Jili walked back to the yard, and she was full of worries.
Before leaving, Lin Fangxian told her that Master Wu's apprentice had introduced an art gallery where the newly exhibited paintings had recently become famous on the Internet, and he wanted to invite her to go visit together.
That gallery is Qiao Qiaoyu's gallery.
With due regards...
Chen Cheng knew exactly what he meant.
He wanted to meet her and talk to her, and no matter how he refused, he had plenty of ways to create opportunities to meet her.
Will use all means to achieve the goal.
When Lin Fangxian invited Chen Cheng, she did not deliberately avoid Song Jili, he heard it all.
That disciple... must be Chen Cheng's sweetheart.
Chen Cheng is absent-minded at the moment. Is hesitating whether to meet that man?
Song Jili felt inexplicably irritated.
The mood that finally relaxed turned into a mess again.
When Chen Cheng stepped into the house, the door was locked and Song Jili hugged her tightly from behind.
He whispered in her ear: "Baby, when you are with me, can you please stop thinking about other men?"
Don't think about him.
Look at me.
I'm really going crazy with jealousy.
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