Chapter 55: When the rain stops and the sun clears, you should stop talking...
Under the streetlight opposite the gallery, Cheng Hezhu and Song Jili stood facing each other, not knowing what they were talking about.
Cheng Hezhu had a solemn look on her face and blocked Song Jili's way several times, preventing him from leaving.
Chen Cheng jogged across the street and walked towards Cheng Hezhu step by step under her gaze.
He stood directly between them and protected Song Jili behind him.
"Chengcheng..." Cheng Hezhu was afraid of being misunderstood. "I'm not here to disturb you. It's just about Xiaoyuan's matter. I want to explain that he really didn't mean it."
When Chen Cheng heard Cheng Hezhu defending her other children, she felt nothing in her heart, as if she was listening to something innocuous.
Even understand her.
After all, Liao Zhiyuan grew up with her, and the mother-son relationship between them must be deeper than that between her and her daughter whom she had not seen since she was born.
Chen Cheng said expressionlessly: "For this matter, we will do whatever the police say."
"You... can speak?" Cheng Hezhu was stunned. "Have you always been able to speak? But the investigators said that you lost your ability to speak after your family was in trouble."
Chen Cheng looked at Cheng Hezhu, without any desire to explain, and said calmly: "Yes, I have been able to speak all the time, and I wondered how you would react if I could not speak. You seemed to feel guilty about this, but now you don't have to feel guilty anymore."
Cheng Hezhu looked deeply shocked: "Chengcheng, how could you lie to me..."
"Why can't I? I just want you to feel guilty about this." Chen Cheng said sarcastically, "I feel that it's quite boring for us to be like this. Let's make it clear today. I do want to know who my biological mother is, but I don't want to meet her. In my heart, Chen Aoshuang is my mother. She raised me up and gave me a decent home. I approached you just because I was curious about why you left so decisively. Now it seems that the answer is meaningless."
"Did your father tell you something?" Cheng Hezhu frowned, "He must hate me."
"My father passed away unexpectedly when I was five years old. He and grandpa and grandma never said anything bad about you. He..." Chen Cheng looked at Cheng Hezhu and chose the worst approach. "After you left, he completely gave up drawing comics and found a job that paid him on time. He never blamed you. He felt sorry for you because he didn't give you a good life, so you had to suffer. He also told me not to blame you, that you made the right choice, and that giving birth to me couldn't be a reason to tie you down."
"He had an accident on the train from Beijing to Jiangdu. The train derailed and no one survived in the entire carriage."
"That day was your birthday."
She took out a necklace she had always worn and handed it over.
After hearing this, Cheng Hezhu felt the blood in her body flowing backwards.
Looking at the necklace in Chen Cheng's hand, he shook his head, not believing every word she said.
For more than 20 years, she would dream about those two years of her youth and recklessness at midnight. Only the hatred towards her made her feel a little more balanced.
Only by imagining that she was hated and cursed by him could she feel thankful that she had escaped and could live in peace with herself in the present.
Chen Cheng now tells her that it is not what she thought.
The man never blamed her and even died on the way to see her.
"You made it up to deceive me! It must be like this. You said that because you want to get revenge on me, right?" Cheng Hezhu walked forward excitedly, grabbed Chen Cheng's shoulders, and stared at her.
It was as if she was telling Chen Cheng with her eyes to agree quickly.
Chen Cheng's eyes were clear, without any ripples.
Cheng Hezhu's eyes fell on Chen Cheng's palm. She wanted to destroy the necklace, so she grabbed it, but she didn't dare to throw it away.
"Ms. Cheng, we should not meet again in the future." Chen Cheng took two steps back, "I don't want to have anything to do with the past anymore."
After saying the last sentence, Chen Cheng pulled Song Jili, who had been standing behind her, away together.
After crossing the street and returning to the door of the art gallery, Chen Cheng turned sideways and saw Cheng Hezhu opening the necklace pendant. When she saw the photo inside, she burst into tears.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Jili put his arm around her shoulders and asked gently.
Chen Cheng took a deep breath and said, "I was thinking, my dad should see it."
She didn't know what her parents' love was like. She only knew that after Cheng Hezhu left, her father lived in self-blame all his life.
"But none of this matters anymore. Let's go." Chen Cheng took Song Jili's arm and pushed open the door of the gallery.
Leave everything in the past behind and never look back.
Song Jili kept looking at Chen Cheng, and she felt uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Cheng touched his cheek, "Is it dirty?"
Song Jili smiled and said, "I was thinking that our children have grown up and become much more decisive and straightforward."
"Don't call the kid that." Chen Cheng took two steps back. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Good, good thing." Song Jili felt relieved about this.
At some point, Chen Cheng became resolute and possessed a strong vitality.
Chen Cheng ignored Song Jili and went to find Qiao Qiaoyu.
Qiao Qiaoyu came down from the second floor, looking like a guilty thief.
"Don't tell me that you were peeking through a telescope on the second-floor balcony." Chen Cheng stood at the stairs.
Qiao Qiaoyu smiled innocently: "Chengzi, you can guess this too."
"I saw it, not guessed it." It was hard for Chen Cheng to ignore it. He glanced over and saw a man standing on the second-floor balcony with a telescope in his hand. He didn't hide at all and looked openly.
Qiao Qiaoyu felt guilty, so she went forward and hugged Chen Cheng's arm, and changed the subject: "Do you want to take back the painting you sold to Cheng Hezhu? Anyway, you can make money from her. If you put your painting up now, it will be hard to find one."
"No, she was the first one to buy my paintings. She also wanted to support me. No matter what her purpose was, I am grateful for her kindness and recognition." Chen Cheng said, "She didn't just buy a painting casually. That painting depicts the park I often went to when I was a child. Maybe she still remembers it."
Qiao Qiaoyu's mind was working rapidly, trying to guess what the relationship between the two was.
"She is my biological mother, but she left after giving birth to me." Chen Cheng frankly admitted the relationship between them.
It was too late for Qiao Qiaoyu to cover her ears. She heard everything she should and shouldn't have heard. She loved gossip, and she thought she would never forget this inside story that shocked the entire circle.
"Why do you look like you want to cry but can't?" Chen Cheng was amused by Qiao Qiaoyu's bitter face.
Qiao Qiaoyu pouted and said aggrievedly: "Chengzi, sometimes I don't want to know everything. I can't keep too many secrets, but I feel guilty if I don't tell them. Tonight, I'm facing Brother Jin. If I don't talk to him for a few words, I might suffocate to death."
Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Mr. Nie won't tell anyone, so you can talk to him if you want."
Qiao Qiaoyu asked stupidly, "Should I thank you for your trust on behalf of Brother Jin?"
Chen Cheng burst out laughing.
"Orange, my question may be a little offensive. Do you really... not want to meet her?" Qiao Qiaoyu asked and then pointed her fingers embarrassedly.
Chen Cheng said firmly: "From the beginning, I never thought about it."
She once wanted to understand Cheng Hezhu's difficulties, but later lost interest.
I only wanted to do one thing, and I just did it—to convey my father’s feelings.
"I thought everyone wanted to recognize their biological parents." Qiao Qiaoyu muttered, and waved her hands hastily, "Don't pay attention to my thoughts. I have no say in family matters. My family values girls over boys. My parents only care about their business. In order to have a firm say at home, I want to marry someone more powerful than them."
Chen Cheng was quite surprised. He didn't expect that Qiao Qiaoyu's original intention of getting married... would be like this.
"She didn't raise me, but I'm grateful that she gave me life. It would be unfair to my biological father and grandparents if I knew her. Moreover, I have been adopted by the Shen family, so our interests are tied together. I will not do anything to harm their interests." Chen Cheng has a very clear understanding of this and never dreams of unrealistic things.
Qiao Qiaoyu was fascinated by Chen Cheng: "Chengzi, you are amazing. You can think through and handle these messy things."
Chen Cheng doesn't think it's that great, she just has people and things she wants to protect.
Not only Song Jili, but every member of the Song family who is kind to her deserves her sincere treatment.
"Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Chen Cheng held Qiao Qiaoyu's hand, "Thank you for helping me so much."
Qiao Qiaoyu said without hesitation: "Then... can we go to the old house to eat? I'm thinking about the pork belly chicken made by the chef."
"Of course." Chen Cheng also missed the craftsmanship of Master Gu Zhai.
Because the project with Wang's company was finalized, Qiao Qiaoyu was in a good mood. She ordered some wine during the dinner, but she didn't want foreign liquor. She specifically asked for fruit wine brewed from her own estate.
No idea how long it had been sealed, but Chen Cheng felt dizzy after just one sniff.
Qiao Qiaoyu was drunk and Nie Jin came to pick her up.
Everything was fine when she walked out of the yard, but when she reached the door of the club, Qiao Qiaoyu struggled to get off Nie Jin's back, hugged his waist, and cried loudly.
"Brother Jin, I'm so sorry. I was so smart that I got cheated out of money, but you didn't blame me. Not only did you clean up my mess, you even gave me an art gallery."
Nie Jin was startled and helped Qiao Qiaoyu stand up: "Okay, this is all in the past."
"Because of me, you are looked down upon. I have been holding my breath and want to achieve something." Qiao Qiaoyu kept hanging on Nie Jin and was unwilling to stand still.
Fortunately, it was in an old alley with few people, and no one passed by late at night, but being watched by the waiter was also very socially awkward.
"Yes, yes, you are great. Can we go home first?" Nie Jin changed his position and hugged Qiao Qiaoyu, moving forward with difficulty.
Qiao Qiaoyu shouted, "But it doesn't matter! Look at my art gallery business, it's thriving, and my career is getting better and better."
Nie Jin held her in his arms: "It will be better in the future."
"This is all thanks to Chengzi." Qiao Qiaoyu pushed Nie Jin away and suddenly bowed seriously to Chen Cheng who was standing at the door, "Let us say together, thank you Chengzi!"
He said that it was not enough, so he asked Nie Jin and Manager Ye to help.
"Come on! Let's say it together. Thank you Orange!"
Chen Cheng was stunned at first, but was amused by her last funny sentence.
This wine is... kind of cute.
Song Jili recorded a video with his mobile phone and said to Chen Cheng in a naughty way: "Give you a copy? Send it to Qiao Yu tomorrow."
"That's too bad." Chen Cheng thought for a while, "Send it to me, I can share it with others."
In order to prevent Nie Jin from seeing their private actions, Song Jili carried Chen Cheng inside and quietly shared the call using Bluetooth on his phone.
After receiving the document sent by Song Jili, Chen Cheng silently thought in his heart -
You can't blame her, it's all Song Jili's fault.
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Chen Cheng and Song Jili were drunk and couldn't drive, so they planned to stay in Youranyuan for one night.
After taking a bath, Chen Cheng and Song Jili sat by the small window and applied medicine on his face.
From a distance, it doesn't seem like anything, but when you look closely, these wounds are shocking.
"Does it hurt?" Chen Cheng asked.
Song Jili smiled: "It hurts a lot."
Chen Cheng suppressed all his expressions and said coldly: "No more talking nonsense."
"It's a little stinging, but otherwise it's fine." Song Jili's tolerance for pain is stronger than that of ordinary people.
He used to be in the army, and even with an injured leg he still managed to finish the three-kilometer cross-country race in first place.
Before I graduated from college, I liked to participate in all kinds of extreme sports. I didn’t wear much protection because I liked the feeling of adrenaline rushing.
Of course, it is impossible to tell Chen Cheng all this.
He has already retired from the world of prostitution. Now he is very careful about his life. He is older than the girl and needs to pay more attention to his health.
Chen Cheng squeezed the ointment and asked him, "Do you want to apply it on your body?"
Song Jili crossed his hands and grabbed the corner of his clothes, pulling them up, revealing his eight-pack abs.
"Stop it." Chen Cheng blushed unconvincedly, "Wipe it yourself."
Song Jili said: "I can't see it."
"Then I'll ask Manager Ye to wipe it for you." Chen Cheng stood up.
Song Jili put his arm across her waist, pulled her into his arms, and said, "You are here, why are you bothering others?"
Chen Cheng put down the ointment and said, "Don't apply ointment to old and dishonest people."
Song Jili rested his forehead on her shoulder blade and laughed muffledly.
"What's wrong with that?" he asked in a low voice.
Chen Cheng couldn't put it into words, and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
He...looks at people intently.
She knew he was looking at her, but she lowered her eyelashes and didn't dare to meet his gaze.
"Um?"
"Baby, why don't you speak?"
Chen Cheng placed a kiss on the back of her neck. She leaned forward and his hand in front of her pushed her back. They were pressed tightly together without any gaps.
The window of Xiaoxuan was cushioned, but she still felt it was not soft enough and it hurt her knees.
Chen Cheng reached out to pull the curtain, but Song Jili grabbed her wrist to restrict her movements.
He said in a low, hoarse voice, "There's no one outside."
"The moonlight is so dazzling." Chen Cheng is not used to an environment that is too bright.
Song Jili asked jokingly: "Baby, you wouldn't do it before unless I turned on a light."
Chen Cheng's face turned red.
Doesn't he know the reason why the lights are not turned off?
But turning on the light was useless. He would use various excuses to clamp her hands, pull them above her head, tie them up with a tie, or clip them behind her back...
Each time the chisel is heavier than the last.
When she was distracted, he held her waist with irresistible force, inch by inch, bit by bit, getting closer and deeper.
She was used to keeping silent, and she endured the whole process in silence.
He pressed his thumb against her lower lip, preventing her from biting it, and deliberately pressed it harder.
She was stubborn and didn't say a word.
"Does it hurt?" Song Jili slowed down his movements.
Chen Cheng turned his face away, not daring to respond, for fear that his voice would be heard.
Song Jili's big hand turned her head over and touched the corner of her eyes. Physiological tears gushed out, making her eyes wet.
He kissed her earlobe and coaxed her softly, "Baby, only I can hear you, scream out, okay?"
Chen Cheng shook his head in embarrassment, not daring to make any sound.
The high frequency of kneading and touching overwhelmed her in an instant.
Her head almost hit the corner of the window, and he cushioned it with his hand to prevent her from getting hurt.
She could only cling weakly to Song Jili's neck.
My heart was roaring, pounding against my chest.
"It hurts." She took a breath softly.
That soft voice burned away his remaining sanity.
He lost his patience. She seemed to have been through a bumpy love affair, her body swaying, her shadow blurred on the ceiling.
She pushed his shoulder, only to receive a soothing kiss in return.
"Slow down..." Chen Cheng's voice was washed away.
Song Jili couldn't stand it anymore, so he lowered his head and kissed her. In between breaths, he panted and said, "Baby, you better stop talking while we're doing this."
I'm really afraid that I might hurt her today.
He kissed her, unwilling to break away for a moment, and all the sounds that escaped from her lips and teeth were kissed away.
After a crazy night, my body was covered with his kiss marks and finger marks.
Chen Cheng lay flat on the bed, unable to bring his knees together, and angrily rolled away all the quilts.
I took a bag of various ointments for Song Jili, but ended up using the anti-edema medicine on her first.
What made her speechless the most was that he left a kiss mark on Li Yuan's vagina.
When Chen Cheng woke up in the morning, he saw himself in the mirror and ran out and shouted, "Song Jili, are you sick? Why did you leave traces here?"
How can she face people?
Song Jili's nightgown was loosely put on. After he was satisfied, his expression became cold and tired. He said with a nonchalant smile, "Here, let me see."
Chen Cheng believed his good intentions, walked over, and pointed at Li Wan: "What's so good about kissing this? How can I face people now?"
Song Jili stared at her absentmindedly: "Chengzi, your voice when you curse is also nice."
Chen Cheng was so angry that he picked up a pillow and hit him.
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong." Song Jili admitted his mistake insincerely.
Chen Cheng didn't have the heart to really hurt him, his cheeks puffed up slightly: "Can't leave any marks, it will be noticed."
"I'm not used to dealing with outsiders' ridicule."
Song Jili put away his carefree attitude at this moment, took these words to heart, pulled her to sit on his lap, and said, "I won't do that again in the future, I promise."
Chen Cheng rubbed the corners of his lips and said, "Forget it, I'll wear a mask and it will disappear tomorrow. It's not a big deal."
Chen Cheng pushed Song Jili away, sat back at the dining table, and processed work messages on his tablet.
After Wang received the electronic print, he made several design drawings, which Qiao Qiaoyu sent to her for selection.
Qiao Qiaoyu, who had just woken up from a hangover, asked: [Chengzi… I didn’t get drunk last night, did I? I’m not a good drinker. Brother Jin said I fell asleep after getting drunk, but I didn’t believe it. He insisted that the alcohol was too strong and I fell asleep.]
Chen Cheng recalled the noisy Qiao Qiaoyu last night.
She replied: [Jin Ge is very good to you, so stop saying bad things about him in the future.]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [These are two different things.]
Chen Cheng sent the four-minute video.
After watching the entire video, Qiao Qiaoyu was silent for two minutes and said: [Um... I won't say bad things about him from now on. He is so nice. He didn't even abandon me on the side of the road and didn't feel ashamed to abandon me. Wuwuwuwuwu! ]
Chen Cheng: [Stop crying in front of me, go talk to him in person.]
Qiao Qiaoyu's expression changed in an instant: [Forget it, since he won't expose me, I'd better play dumb. Let's talk business, give me feedback after you read Wang's design drawings.]
Chen Cheng opened the folder and continued to select pictures. He asked Song Jili, "Do you know Miss Wang?"
"Why are you asking about her?" Song Jili slowed down.
Chen Cheng: "I am planning to cooperate with their company on a project. I feel that she takes good care of me. She bought my paintings and gave them to Mr. Fang Xiuqi, and also took the initiative to buy my copyright for a joint project. Could it be that she is extending an olive branch to me just for your sake?"
"How could that be?" Song Jili ruffled Chen Cheng's hair. "If you have a little confidence in your work, it's totally worth it."
Chen Cheng selected a version that he was more satisfied with, wrote down some suggestions for revisions next to it, and then sent it to Qiao Qiaoyu for review.
A ring interrupted the quiet morning.
Chen Cheng was a little dazed when he saw the call from Shen Zhuo.
She was having such a great time in Jiangdu that she almost forgot about the Shen family in Beijingbei.
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