Chapter 5: I was the one who snatched the wedding after the rain.
I don't know when, my limbs were no longer so cold, the red on my knuckles faded, and my palms were warm.
Chen Cheng clenched his five fingers, put them in his pocket, and carefully covered the faint warmth in his palms, just like protecting a weak candle flame in the wind.
Stopping at the fork in the road, Chen Cheng hesitated for a few seconds and walked towards the master bedroom in the main building.
Now that you've made up your mind, tell her as soon as possible, so that Chen Aoshuang won't be unable to sleep for a whole night because of this.
Before entering the house, she sent a message to her father, stating that she was willing to marry into the Song family, and wrote some words that a daughter should say to her father.
The door opened, and Chen Cheng and Shen Zhuo passed by each other.
He called her.
"What I said today..." Shen Zhuo thought back to what he had said. It was indeed too much.
Chen Cheng curled his lips without smiling, nodded, and then walked straight inside.
Shen Zhuo's feet seemed to have taken root, standing there, unable to move.
He found it difficult to understand what Chen Cheng's nod meant, whether he really didn't care or he just pretended to be obedient because he didn't want to conflict with him.
My regret grew deeper and deeper, and I really wanted to run up to her and ask her to type out her true thoughts word by word.
Chen Cheng didn't notice that Shen Zhuo didn't leave. He was thinking about how to tell Song Jili that he had decided to marry her.
Chen Aoshuang sat on the leather sofa and smiled happily when she saw Chen Cheng.
Put down the magazine and wait for Chen Cheng to come.
"I haven't seen you all night, where have you been?" Chen Aoshuang lifted Chen Cheng's hair that was scattered on her chest, and felt the coldness with her fingertips, "Why do you feel so cold? You didn't forget the time while sketching in the yard again!"
Chen Cheng didn’t dare to mention the painting: No, I came here from the annex building.
Although the Shen family complied with her wishes and let her take the oil painting major, and even spent money to open a small studio for her after she returned from her studies abroad, they never thought of her working in this field. They just regarded all this as a pastime, and that she should settle down when she reached the age of marriage and focus all her attention on her family.
Chen Aoshuang didn't think much about it. She was more worried about her daughter's health, so she said, "Don't go through the main door at night. Go through the corridor."
Chen Cheng: OK!
"Also, don't spend all your time painting. When you have time, come to a dinner with me and meet some people." Chen Aoshuang said, "You are old enough now. Get in touch with the outside world more. You never know, you might meet someone you like."
Chen Cheng nodded with a smile, her lips curled into a cute shape. Anyone who saw her would like her obedience.
"Next time I'll take you to meet some people of your age, and if they're suitable, you can try to get along with them." Chen Aoshuang still wanted to see Chen Cheng get married with her own eyes.
Chen Cheng declined: No, I... think Song Jili is a nice person, and they even made a personal trip to Beijing, which shows their sincerity.
"Niuniu, you are not interested in Song Jili, are you?" Chen Aoshuang asked with a hint of surprise.
Originally, after changing her marriage partner, Chen Cheng had been showing no interest in the relationship and proposed to cancel the engagement, so she had never spoken out her true thoughts.
She didn't have a good impression of Song Jili. After asking around in Jiangdu, she found out that he was a complete jerk and only did three good things. Chen Cheng, with her obedient and gentle personality, would not dare to complain even if she was bullied if she married him?
She also had a selfish motive. She didn't want Chen Cheng to marry far away, so the other blind date candidates she had chosen were all locals from northern Beijing, so that even after they got married, they could still see each other often.
Chen Cheng doesn't make excuses and just says: Well, I think it's good to marry him.
Let's leave Jingbei naturally and no longer disturb their family. There is no more suitable person than Song Jili.
"Did your father come to you and say something in person?" Chen Aoshuang looked dissatisfied.
Chen Cheng waved his hand and gestured: I made the decision myself, and I told him before I came to you.
Chen Aoshuang's eyes turned cold: "You are here to inform me. Since the decision has been made, there is no need to continue. I don't want to waste energy arguing with your father."
The reaction was exactly what Chen Cheng expected.
What everyone sees is that Chen Aoshuang treats her well, which is indeed good, but what is more of a desire for control is his desire for control.
In the past, she had never asked for anything and had always followed the rules and regulations. Even when Chen Aoshuang ordered her to close the studio, she only thought about it for one night and closed it permanently the next day.
Chen Cheng didn't explain much and just stood up and left quietly.
My parents would definitely argue again, but no matter how much they argued, the marriage with the Song family, which had lasted for a month, finally came to a successful conclusion.
After that night, Chen Aoshuang no longer saw her and ate dinner alone.
A week later, the housekeeper came to convey her parents' intentions. They had already reached an agreement with the Song family and would inform her of the follow-up arrangements.
Chen Cheng understood.
What was negotiated was not only her marriage to Song Jili, but also the business cooperation between the two families.
One golden autumn morning, Chen Cheng received a friend request from Song Jili.
He kept his word and contacted her in person a week later.
When Chen Cheng received the message, he was sitting in front of the French window painting a fruit plate and his hands were stained with paint.
She doesn't like to stop while painting. She just glances and continues to concentrate on mixing colors.
The screen flashed several times, but Chen Cheng was too engrossed to notice.
It wasn't until the sun set that I stretched and noticed the screen lit up, showing several unread messages.
She took it, unlocked her face, and was directly redirected to the text message page.
9:00
Unknown number: [Awake?]
10:01
Unknown number: [Still sleeping? ]
11:02
Unknown number: [Wake up and leave a message. 】
12:03
Unknown number: [Wake up and have lunch? ]
13:04
Unknown number: [You continue to sleep, I have a meeting. ]
14:05
Unknown number: [Looks like he's still sleeping. 】
No need to ask, I have already guessed who the unknown sender is.
Chen Cheng looked at the time, 15:05.
The next second, the time flashed, 15:06, and a new message popped up.
Unknown number: [Ms. Orange, you are a little sleepy now. ]
Chen Cheng blushed. Why did he like to call people by such weird names?
She quickly replied: [Sorry, I was drawing and didn’t read the message. ]
If there is an emergency, she will call immediately after replying the message.
Song Jili didn't.
There are three dots jumping on his display, which means he is inputting information.
Unknown number: [Have you had dinner yet?]
Unknown number: [Take you to explore the store. ]
Unknown number: [Just chatting. 】
Chen Cheng found it funny that he actually took her, who grew up in Beijing, to visit the store.
Out of curiosity, she changed her clothes and went to the gate to wait for Song Jili at the appointed time.
A bright yellow sports car stopped in front of Chen Cheng, and she still found it hard to accept.
Even if the car was worth 100 million, she still thought it was ugly. The visual impact made her feel uncomfortable and a little dizzy.
She has a rich sense of color, not because she is gifted, but because her visual sensitivity is higher than 90% of the people. Most people have trichromatic vision, but she is one of the very few with tetrachromatic vision.
Where others saw black, she saw emerald green and lilac, so she could paint the color of a sunset in many shades of orange.
Even if it is black in her world, it is colorful black to her.
Song Jili rolled down the car window, caught a glimpse of her expression, and asked with a casual smile, "Is she too coquettish?"
Chen Cheng nodded his chin ever so slightly, as if he could imagine her timid tone.
She didn't look at the appearance of the car, but looked at Song Jili.
He was wearing similar clothes today as he was last time, the same color black.
It relieved her dizziness to a great extent. There are few colors, but they are comfortable colors.
They went to a club in an alley. The century-old house was decorated in antique style.
Chen Cheng knew this relatively famous restaurant. Rich second-generations like Shen Zhuo liked to gather here for a get-together. She had no good friends to go out with. Chen Aoshuang only ate meals cooked by the kitchen at home and almost never ate in restaurants outside. This was her first time here, and her watery eyes rolled around with curiosity.
The sun was setting, but the sky was still bright. It was the best weather with a pleasant temperature, so they chose to dine in the yard.
Song Jili introduced each dish to her and explained in detail how to eat them.
Chen Cheng doesn't need to say anything, just nod and shake his head.
He changed the subject and talked about marriage.
"The old lady doesn't want to let you go and wants you to stay until the end of the year. What do you think about this?"
No one had ever asked her opinion on the matter of marriage, and he suddenly asked her to make the decision. Chen Cheng was speechless for a moment.
Chen Cheng wrote in the memo: "My mother avoided me these days, and I thought she was angry with me."
Song Jili understood and said with a smile: "I understand, then we will move at the end of the year."
He guessed her true thoughts.
I really don't want to leave Chen Aoshuang too soon.
Chen Cheng: "No, let's move next month."
If you stay in the Shen family after getting married, they will be suspicious.
Song Jili wanted to tell her that there was no need to consider others in everything, but he was not her, and he only understood her situation and could not fully empathize with her. He had no right to force her to do things according to his own ideas.
"Then next month." Song Jili respected her decision, picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in the bowl, and told her to eat more.
Chen Cheng glanced at the full bowl of food. He was still constantly picking up food for her even though his stomach was already full.
No matter how delicious the food in this restaurant is, I can't eat anymore.
"Brother, how come you have time to come over for dinner today?" A lazy second-generation rich man appeared from behind the round arch gate.
When a stranger suddenly appeared, Chen Cheng tensed up and held the white porcelain spoon tightly, his fingertips turned white. He lowered his head little by little, trying to reduce his presence.
"You stayed in the deep mountains for a month, and there was good news as soon as you came out. I heard from Ye Liang that you accepted this terrible marriage with the Chen family?"
Fang Fu was about to go forward when suddenly a man appeared.
A loud slap landed on Fang Fu's back.
"Who is it?" Fang Fu turned around, his expression becoming subtle, "Brother... why did you follow me?"
"You have so many tricks up your sleeve. You sneaked out of the family banquet and came to other people's yard to say sour words. Are you sick? Even a table of food can't stop you from talking. You deserve a beating." Fang Xiuqi pushed him out of the door and said, "Go back."
Before Fang Fu could even say a few words of ridicule, his brother showed up and he had no choice but to leave in disgrace.
Fang Xiuqi walked in confidently, pulled out a stool and sat down.
"My brother has a foul mouth, don't take it to heart." Fang Xiuqi comforted his friend.
Looking at the whole Jiangdu, people are scattered here, and even if they are unhappy, few people dare to say bad things in front of Song Jili. It was because Fang Xiuqi protected him and gave him face without caring about it, which gave Fang Fu the illusion that he could not do anything to him.
Song Jilisi didn't take it to heart at all. Fang Fu came to mock him specifically because Song Yeliang was still brooding over the fact that he forced them to go to the Shen family to apologize, and he was looking for trouble for his brother.
"Are you done?" Song Jili wanted to chase the guest away.
If he doesn't hurry up, Chen Cheng's face will be buried in the soup.
Fang Xiuqi had no intention of leaving and chatted with Song Jili calmly.
"Why did you come to Jingbei? I only found out about this from Brother Qiao."
"I'll be here until the end of the year, so you should come and have dinner with me when you get here."
"If I hadn't known you were coming to Jingbei, and heard the manager mention that the box was reserved under your name, I would have thought it was a coincidence."
He also asked with concern: "What do you think about the Chen family matter? Did you really take it over just to please the old man?"
"I also heard that you brought Song Yeran to Jingbei a week ago to apologize to the old man and old lady of the Shen family?"
"You are so sincere. I really want to be his son-in-law!"
Apologize in person?
Chen Cheng concealed his surprise, but still looked at Song Jili first.
It turned out that he was not hanging around in front of her because he was brooding over the fact that she broke off the engagement with him, but he had brought Song Yeran and Song Yeliang to apologize.
She misunderstood.
Song Jili glanced at Xiuqi from the side with a cold look in his eyes.
That's a lot of talk.
"Don't make that expression. If we weren't such close friends, I wouldn't bother asking more questions." Fang Xiuqi didn't notice at all that there was someone sitting across from him at the table.
Song Jili: "I'm not free enough to please him."
"That's right. If you wanted to flatter the old man, you wouldn't have waited until you were thirty-one to start." Fang Xiuqi touched his chin.
Chen Cheng looked up at Fang Xiuqi and wondered why they all spoke in such a mean manner?
Song Jili sneered, stood up, and took the coat that was placed aside: "I want to please myself."
"Ah? You?" Fang Xiuqi seemed to have thought of something and widened his eyes. "You... you don't have any special fetishes that make you want to be with the little daughter of the Chen family, do you?"
"You're sick." Song Jili patted the back of his head. What a bunch of crap is that in his head.
When Song Jili walked behind Chen Cheng, Fang Xiuqi noticed that there was a third person in the yard, a gentle and charming beauty.
"You are wrong." Song Jili spread out the clothes and draped them over Chen Cheng's shoulders.
He had a smile on his lips: "Before Song Yeran broke off the engagement, I had already proposed to my old man to marry her."
Chen Cheng turned around, his eyes full of disbelief.
I always thought it was because Song Jili was not liked by the elders at home, but they couldn't break the promise, so they pushed him out and let them get married.
Now her mind was in a mess.
Then the man said casually:
"It wasn't him who asked me to do that."
"I stole it."
After Song Jili finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and smiled at Chen Cheng very gently: "Are you cold? Do you want to go inside? There are toads outside making a lot of noise."
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