Chapter 4: After the rain, can we get the marriage certificate next week?
Chen Cheng held the silver coin and pressed it into her soft palm. The slight stinging pain kept her awake.
She knew very well what the consequences would be if Chen Aoshuang argued for her.
The father, who was devoted to the family business, would never allow a small matter to ruin the cooperation between the two companies.
She was an orphan and had suffered from aphasia since childhood. She had already received a lot in the Shen family, and even lived better than many children who lost their parents at a young age. She should not make things difficult for Chen Aoshuang.
Her thumb flicked out the coin and she stared at it intently. Everything in front of her slowed down, just like editing a tape, one frame at a time. She could see the rotating trajectory and feel the complex changes in her mood over the past few days.
Anxiously awaiting the final result.
It fell into the air, and Song Jili grabbed it steadily, placed it in front of her, and said in a casual tone: "Front."
He opened his palm and it was indeed the front.
"What's wrong with your luck?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng was about to answer when he turned around to catch the three balls thrown to him by the caddy and chose two to keep.
He suddenly turned around and said in a drawling tone, "I know, it's good for me."
These two simple words made Chen Cheng's face turn red.
By the time she reacted, the game had already begun.
His eyes followed the ball and fell on Song Jili.
He accurately judged where the ball would fall, held the ball with his backhand, and swung it vigorously, moving it towards his body. The strands of hair in front of his forehead flew up, revealing his strong brow bones, and he played with an unrestrained and uninhibited style that no one could resist.
A beautiful half-moon shot broke through the wind at top speed, making a crisp "bang" sound.
Like a bullet, a fatal blow, a bullet to the heart.
She grasped the answer hidden in her chaotic thoughts.
Perhaps——
Marrying Song Jili is the best option she can get at the moment.
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Chen Cheng quietly left during the most intense second half of the game and walked back to his bedroom alone along a path lined with golden fallen leaves.
He walked and stopped, sometimes taking pictures with his mobile phone, and sometimes sitting on a stone bench to study, counting the colors on the leaves out of boredom.
This was the scene that Shen Zhuo saw when he found Chen Cheng.
She leaned over the stone bench, scribbling on the screen of her mobile phone with her thumb.
Under her fingertips, a simple leaf gave birth to more than ten different shades of yellow. There was an indescribable sense of weirdness, but every time she looked at it, she would be amazed by the rich colors.
The perception and use of color is absolutely strong.
A natural born painter, but unfortunately, he was born into the Shen family.
"Aunt." Shen Zhuo interrupted Chen Cheng who was immersed in painting.
Chen Cheng turned around, saw who was coming, and smiled faintly.
Shen Zhuo helped Chen Cheng up and brushed off the dust on her skirt: "The floor is dirty. If you want to paint, you can go to the pavilion over there."
Chen Cheng communicated with him using his cell phone memo: "I draw very quickly."
Shen Zhuo waited patiently for her to type, and after reading it, he said, "The weather is getting colder, so you still have to be careful."
Chen Cheng asked him, "Xiao Zhuo, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Shen Zhuo smiled gently: "When grandma saw me this morning, she wanted me to ask you about your thoughts on marriage. She was worried that you would be afraid of trouble and not tell the truth."
Chen Cheng has made up his mind: "I will talk to her clearly tonight, please."
The man in front of her, who was taller than her, was actually one year older than her. They couldn't say that they had a very good relationship, but he treated her quite well in the Shen family.
They had a better relationship when they were young and would play together. But as they grew older, their topics of conversation were limited to greeting each other as family members. She felt a little uncomfortable being alone together.
Chen Cheng was looking for an excuse to leave first.
"Aunt, Song Jili is also a good marriage candidate. You can think about it again." Shen Zhuo said suddenly.
Chen Cheng raised his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, then asked, "Did Song Jili bribe you?"
Shen Zhuo shook his head.
Chen Cheng: "Could it be the mother?"
"Neither." Shen Zhuo said calmly, "Although it's not appropriate to say these, after thinking about it, I still want to tell you."
I thought he was worried about the cooperation between Song and Shen's businesses.
The words he spoke were like the biting cold wind of winter, penetrating her collar, running down her spine, and sticking to her skin. She froze in place.
Shen Zhuo said: "When I was young, my parents and uncles and aunts all intended to send us kids to be raised by grandma, but you appeared, and grandma decided to adopt you. Almost all of her care and time were given to you. Every time we came to the old house, we could only sit far away and watch you occupy our grandma. My father and two uncles also quarreled many times because of these things. The whole family was holding a grudge because of my mother's adoption of you. During the three years when you went abroad to study, our family finally acted like a normal family. We lived together without any barriers. Grandma also focused on her children, and we grandchildren also had more time to get along with her. When you came back at the beginning of the year, everything changed again. Grandma could only see you in her eyes, and we returned to the corner and no longer received grandma's attention."
"We can finally breathe a sigh of relief when we hear that Grandpa has decided to let you get married."
"You know what I mean?"
In his opinion, this was a perfect opportunity to get rid of Chen Cheng.
The marriage partner is the Song family, and grandma doesn’t think Chen Cheng will suffer if she marries into the family, so she feels relieved.
Furthermore, the Song family settled in Jiangdu, the most prosperous city in the south, thousands of miles away from them, making it inconvenient for them to meet.
Chen Cheng found it hard to believe what he heard. He took a half step back, his heels touching the stone pillar. However, he did not want to betray his panic, so he forced himself to suppress the overwhelming negative emotions.
"Chen Cheng, grandma doesn't have much time left. We want to spend more time with her. You have been occupying our place for a long time. Please leave our house wisely."
Shen Zhuo steeled his heart and said all the words, fearing that Chen Cheng might not understand what he meant.
Only after the person completely disappeared from his sight did Chen Cheng dare to take a deep breath, and each time his breathing became shakier than the last.
Just an hour ago, she was still having lucky thoughts.
She thought that even if she didn't get married, she could still be with her mother, spend the rest of her life with her, and fulfill her filial duty.
Shen Zhuo's words slapped her hard in the face, telling her bluntly that they had been monopolizing the love and favor that they should have received for so many years.
Chen Cheng should defend herself, why do they think of her like this.
But she couldn't say anything.
The Shen family, like many ordinary families, would have minor quarrels, but their hearts were united. For Chen Aoshuang's sake, they would be tolerant of her and would not voice any complaints even if they had any.
When she showed that she wanted to stay and take care of Chen Aoshuang, they could no longer tolerate it.
The injustice they felt was not just because of her, but the fact that they had been favored for more than ten years was the truth.
After all, no one can accept the indifference of blood-related relatives towards themselves, and the one who receives the warmth is an outsider.
Everything was telling her it was time to go.
Chen Cheng didn't know how long she had been sitting in the pavilion. Her eyelids were sore and the cold tears in her eyes burned her. She felt cold all over and the discomfort in her heart did not ease at all.
Dusk has fallen and everything before my eyes is pitch black.
If even she, who is sensitive to colors, feels it is dark, then the night is really dark at this moment.
Suddenly.
A flickering light burst in.
Like burning paper, the brown color of the mat rolled up around, and there was a hole in the black cloth.
Open your eyes again and see it.
It is another world with millions of colors.
And Song Jili standing at the light source.
He directed the light downward to avoid piercing her eyes.
The dull footsteps gradually became louder.
The man almost sat down next to her, with his long legs spread out to block any wind blowing towards her.
The strands of hair on her forehead no longer fell around her eyes from time to time, and her body was no longer as cold as before.
"Great painter, are you sketching?" Song Jili sat in her seat, looking around, but couldn't figure out why.
"What sect are you from?"
"Abstract?"
The breath that was stuck in Chen Cheng's throat came up. He was angry.
My breathing stopped trembling and for some unknown reason, my heart felt warm.
Song Jili put his hand on the back of the stone bench behind Chen Cheng, as if holding her in his arms.
Chen Cheng used sign language to him.
Song Jili raised his eyebrows, the light in his eyes darkened, and he said in a neutral tone: "Scold me?"
Chen Cheng typed in his memo: "You seem to be ill."
Song Jili chuckled, accepted her scolding, and said, "I won the game today."
Chen Cheng didn't understand what he meant and looked at him puzzledly.
Song Jili added, "I asked Song Yeran to send his white moonlight away."
Chen Cheng heard it.
This person is here to take credit.
Song Yeran brought his girlfriend to visit without saying hello, and the Shen family felt a little embarrassed. Shen Zhuo had a gloomy face at the stadium today because of this.
"Oh, and I've reported him to Grandpa. He'll be in trouble when he gets home." Song Jili leaned on the stone bench with his hands folded, looking around casually.
Chen Cheng turned his head completely and carefully examined Song Jili, who was dressed in a light and mature style. Because he had exercised, he changed out of his leather suit and put on a light-colored shirt. He did not button the last button, revealing the white round-neck long-sleeved shirt underneath. The black jacket matched his elegant and casual temperament very well.
She still preferred him to dress more casually, not only because it suited him, but also because he always gave people the feeling of a thug in a formal suit, and they dared not look at him for too long.
He knew that she was sitting here because she was in a bad mood, but he did not dare to ask any more questions. He just chatted about nonsensical topics casually, and her mood improved a lot.
Suddenly I feel that being a few years older does have its advantages.
She is not used to sudden tenderness and care, nor does she like to be pitied.
Like all girls, she has a sense of shame and doesn't want to be seen as a fragile doll. Even if she is fragile, she doesn't want it to be discussed.
If he were a few years younger, with his unruly personality, he would easily make her angry if he didn't control his tone or words correctly.
At this moment, she felt very comfortable, just sitting with him, and her heart calmed down.
Chen Cheng took out his cell phone and typed a line of words solemnly.
Give it to Song Jili.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at it, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
It said: "If we get married, can we get the marriage certificate next week?"
"I'm serious about marriage, not just to please my parents." Song Jili didn't give his answer immediately. He didn't play the game of contract marriage, nor did he want Chen Cheng to make a decision in a cold state.
Chen Cheng took a deep breath and said, "I am serious too."
Song Jili stared at the girl in front of him with her hair falling softly on her shoulders, and the stubbornness in her eyes that could not be ignored.
"Okay." Song Jili spoke in a clear voice with a faint smile, quite gentle.
The man stood up and put the coat with the silver mountain spring scent on her shoulders.
His smile was a bit ruffian, but his tone was noticeably gentle: "Put on your coat, it's getting cool at night."
Chen Cheng turned her head to look at the hand on her shoulder.
Although he always seems nonchalant, he is very considerate. Before proposing marriage, he was careful not to have physical contact with her, but now he just puts his arm around her shoulder.
Song Jili saw through her thoughts and joked, "You're already my wife, so it's not too much to put your arm around her shoulder."
The next second, his face suddenly came in front of her and she dared not breathe.
"Next week, I'll pick you up and take you home." He smiled, straightened his back, and retreated to a social distance that she felt comfortable with, turning back into the relatively polite gentleman.
Chen Cheng watched him walk away, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
What was read was his last sentence, the last word.
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