Chapter 57 It is difficult not to love you after the rain. …
Fang Xiuqi stopped talking instantly, looked at Song Jili with caution, and pursed his lips: "Second Uncle...you didn't say that Second Aunt was here."
Chen Cheng: "Didn't I come back before you left?"
Fang Xiuqi's voice became lower and lower: "I didn't say... You were in the living room."
Chen Cheng asked back to the topic just now: "What painting? And what's going on between you and Ah Ling online?"
Fang Xiuqi chose to be temporarily deaf and only answered the latter question.
"It is said that the mistress I keep is my aunt..."
"Why?" Chen Cheng asked the key question.
Fang Xiuqi couldn't answer again and his face turned bitter.
Chen Cheng didn't force him to talk, he took out his cell phone and looked it up online himself.
She went back to the living room and sat down. The two men stood in the corridor at the entrance, neither of them moved.
Log in to Weibo, there is no need to search specifically or go to the super topic, the first red entry in the entry box is it.
#Fang Xiuqi's Three Milk Bags#
Chen Cheng paused for a few seconds before clicking it, curious why it was the third milk...
The netizens who were watching the show had the same doubts as her.
@兔兔吃瓜组: The identity of Liang Yanling, the sponsor of Jiangdu Provincial Drama Troupe, has been exposed. Fang Xiuqi has entered and exited the VIP room many times, and has booked the whole place many times and given away expensive flower baskets. It is confirmed that she is a mistress! (Photo +6)
The photo was taken of Fang Xiuqi entering the theater's VIP box many times.
The paparazzi have been lying in ambush for a long time. The person in the picture above has outfits for all seasons.
There were two more photos from the flower delivery person who came to Fang Xiuqi to sign.
The picture is clear and more solid than the romance between Chuan and Yu Zhi.
[Wait a minute, can someone explain to me why it is called the third milk? ]
[I am just guessing. I haven't seen Yu Zhi's clarification yet. Everyone assumes that there is a principal wife and thinks that Yu Zhi is the mistress. After all, this rumor is the most widespread, and the CP party also has it. So Liang Jiao'er is the mistress. ]
[I want to know if the person who wrote this has gone crazy... What kind of family background does Liang Jiaoer have? Open your eyes and take a look. It is Liang Enterprises, a famous pharmaceutical company with business all over the world! For traffic, he will make up anything and make up a dirty rumor about women. I will block him forever! ]
[What if, they are truly in love, the rich girl is willing to be his mistress. ]
[If it's true, I can only say that Mr. Fang is really good at it. This playboy has won over many girls, all of whom are fascinated by him. ]
[It’s still that Miss Liang San is too low-key. She rarely mentions her family background when she is in the circle. The Liang family is a large family, and they have many children in this generation, but they are not so poor that they would bow down for money. ]
[Don't you know? Miss Liang San is married. She herself admitted in an interview in her early years that she was married, and that she was married as a child. Her husband has a very impressive family background. Let's do some research. Don't make up rumors based on two photos. When Mr. Fang attended the private room, why couldn't he just say that they were good friends and were there to show his support?]
[I heard from my senior at the Variety Channel that a couple variety show will be officially announced next month, featuring the couple Liang Jiaoer. I can’t guarantee it’s true, after all, they signed a confidentiality agreement.]
[Really? I'm looking forward to it! Liang Jiao'er is really beautiful. Without her opera makeup, her face is as tender as a fairy. But beautiful women are often born in wealthy families, but handsome men are impossible. I just hope Liang Jiao'er's husband is not too ugly. ]
[To be fair, did Master Fang offend his rivals? Why has there been so many scandals about him in the past two days? ]
[Who is Mr. Fang's rival? Which company is Mr. Fang's competitor? ]
[Your circle is really chaotic...]
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As a close friend of Fang Xiuqi, Chen Cheng was also puzzled by this and asked him: "Did you really offend anyone? There are so many negative stories about you."
Fang Xiuqi denied: "Wang Jin and I are at odds, but we will never cause such a commotion."
Judging from the way Wang Jin acted, he only followed Song Jili's lead. It was impossible that he had written the negative materials about them.
"It could also be made up." Song Jili believed that it was written at random. If it was written by someone around him with ulterior motives, he would have been cautious, instead of causing trouble for the Fang, Liang, and Song families with just one piece of information.
Fang Xiuqi rubbed his hair in annoyance: "They are so happy with their fabrication, how can I explain it to my uncle and aunt?"
The next second, the phone rang, and it was ear-piercing to hear it in the quiet space.
The caller is Liang Yanling.
"I quit. I won't take your job anymore."
Fang Xiuqi decided not to hide the truth any longer and to stand up.
He picked up the phone and told it all in one go.
"Miss San, this matter has nothing to do with me!"
"Five years ago, you joined the provincial opera troupe as an intern. After you got the qualification to perform on stage, Uncle, no, Song Qiaoli asked me to bring you a flower basket."
"Before that, he asked me to send flowers to the plays you performed in several times while in school."
"As you play more and more roles in the group and gradually become the leading actress, he began to let me book the entire theater, sending at least three large flower baskets each time, so that it would be eye-catching and absolutely eye-catching."
"If he didn't work overtime, he would be in the private room if the place was booked that day. I was there just to join in the fun, playing mahjong with Sang Yi and a few others."
"That's all!"
Chen Cheng was stunned when he heard this, and Liang Yanling sitting opposite him was also stunned.
As someone who knew the situation, Song Jili silently turned his head away.
"Really?" Liang Yanling was stunned. She said without thinking, "I thought he was some old man who had some money and liked to listen to opera, so I never paid any attention to him. After all, your taste in sending flowers is really...unfashionable."
Fang Xiuqi pushed the blame away completely: "He also chose the flowers, I was only responsible for the execution."
"I understand." Liang Yanling pondered for a moment, "Don't tell him that I called you."
Fang Xiuqi would never interfere in any of the couple's affairs: "I won't do it! Don't worry! I will ask Fang's lawyer to sue the marketing account later."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Xiuqi let out a long sigh and then stared at Chen Cheng.
"It's getting late." Song Jili's voice was slightly deep.
Fang Xiuqi finally saw clearly that men had no status in the Song family and could never stand on their side. The only ones he could rely on were the aunties.
Ignoring Song Jili's hint, he surrendered to Chen Cheng: "Aunt, I not only booked the venue and sent flowers for Uncle, I also bought paintings for Uncle."
Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Buy... my paintings"
"Yes, last time I couldn't buy the painting in my own name, so I asked Wang Jin for help." Fang Xiuqi stood far away from Song Jili, looking at Chen Cheng firmly, not moving at all, for fear of being glared at.
Chen Cheng looked at Song Jili, who looked calm and said casually, "Why? A husband can't buy his wife's paintings?"
Originally, Chen Cheng was not very angry. Compared with what Song Qiaoli had done in the past five years, Song Jili only bought a painting, which was not a big deal.
But when I heard his arrogant words, I got angry.
She asked back: "Are you too idle? It doesn't mean that the money goes out of your left pocket and into your right pocket, but it's not the full amount. Are you trying to pay taxes to the country in every possible way?"
Fang Xiuqi couldn't bear to see the couple quarreling, so he said, "Maybe, Second Uncle is a good citizen."
"Shut up."
"Shut up."
Two voices rang out at the same time.
Fang Xiuqi was stunned after being scolded.
Why don't they be mean to each other? Why are they all mean to him?
"Okay, there's nothing for you to do here, go home first." Chen Cheng stood up and saw Fang Xiuqi out.
Fang Xiuqi didn't dare to stay any longer and left as if running for his life.
Before leaving, he made a promise with his conscience: "Second uncle and second aunt, please stop arguing. This is all a misunderstanding. I will handle the online scandal."
Song Jili closed the door directly.
Chen Cheng stood behind Song Jili with his hands folded and asked, "Tell me the truth, did you really only buy one pair?"
Song Jili chuckled: "I feel that this topic...kind of destroys the family atmosphere."
"More than one? What else did you buy?" Chen Cheng's expression was subtle. "Don't tell me, did you buy the ones that were sold later?"
Song Jili: "I only bought one for my solo exhibition."
Chen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps into the house, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
She turned back and asked, "You didn't buy The Dead Sun, did you?"
The award-winning painting "Sunset" has been donated to the association for exhibition, and she has not bothered to take it back. The only painting she has outside is "Withered Sun".
Song Jili said nothing.
It is bought by default.
"Are you crazy? That painting was sold for a small million. If you buy it now, it will only be more expensive." Chen Cheng was upset. "If you have money and don't know where to spend it, why don't you donate it to charity? Why did you buy it?"
"It's different." Song Jili said.
Chen Cheng paced anxiously: "What's the difference?"
Song Jili: "You can paint it again, so it doesn't feel any different, but in my opinion, this is a painting you painted with the best of hopes. It has extraordinary meaning."
"I..." Chen Cheng and Song Jili had completely different ideas. "Forget it, I won't say anything."
She left this sentence behind and went back to her room to wash up and rest.
Chen Cheng lay on the bed, still feeling very depressed.
Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening before Song Jili returned to his room.
He lifted the other half of the quilt and lay down quietly.
Chen Cheng deliberately turned over with a big movement, then he stopped moving until the room returned to silence, then he continued moving.
"Song Jili."
Chen Cheng called his name.
Song Jili knew she was still awake: "Yes."
"You can buy many of my paintings, but don't buy the two I bought before." Chen Cheng turned over to face him. "I know you mean well, but I don't want to keep them anymore. I want to hang them up permanently, preferably somewhere where people can see them, such as in associations, galleries, exhibitions, or even on the streets or in windows. Every time people see them, they will remember the story behind these two paintings and know that there was a man named Ying Yizhi who stole Chen Cheng's three-year dream."
“That’s the meaning of these two paintings.”
The essence of art is not just about viewing; its artistic achievement is also tied to the dramatic story behind it.
Song Jili understood her intention and laughed at himself: "Chengzi, did I do something bad?"
"I don't think it's a bad thing. You're right. You just want to keep the beautiful things for me." Chen Cheng leaned his head on Song Jili's shoulder. "It's much easier to say it out loud. No one around me can understand why I don't accept these two paintings. My idea is not great. I've been a good kid for so long that it's hard for me to say bad ideas out loud."
"How can this be considered bad?" Song Jili held her in his arms, "I didn't expect that our Orange is so resourceful."
Chen Cheng pushed him: "Don't flatter me anymore, I will really believe it."
"To be honest." From Song Jili's point of view, there were countless shining points on her.
The next day, Song Jili's big move scared Chen Cheng again.
He donated the painting to the city art museum, and the director hung it up that same day.
Chen Cheng was embarrassed for a while because she had too many things to do and couldn't spare the energy.
She finished all the paintings in the studio in three days, and in the evening she caught the last flight to northern Beijing.
Song Jili had other social engagements, so he took an early flight the next day.
Chen Cheng returned to the small western-style building where he used to live.
When the housekeeper heard that she had returned, he took the initiative to apply to come and take care of her.
Coming back here, Chen Cheng felt a little complicated. To her, this place was more like a temporary place to stay, and she didn't feel like she was finally back home.
She did not reveal that she could speak, and she communicated with her housekeeper using sign language, thus avoiding many social interactions.
It was almost the same as before Chen Aoshuang passed away. All the Shen family members came back to live, and the lights were on in all four buildings. Several nephews and nieces were sneaking around each other's houses, and the adults were waiting for an opportunity to make a move for the property, but they were trying to remain friendly on the surface.
Third sister-in-law Jiang Mei came to see Chen Cheng early in the morning and had breakfast together.
After a few polite words, the third sister-in-law said, "Did you know that your father-in-law plans to leave you shares?"
Chen Cheng put down his chopsticks and typed on his phone: "Third sister-in-law also said that it's just a plan."
"Your third brother has tried it out, it's probably true."
The third sister-in-law lifted the stool and moved closer to Chen Cheng. She lowered her voice and said, "I'm telling you something from the bottom of my heart. After all, our two families are the closest to each other."
In Jiangdu, Jiang Mei was usually free at home, so she would ask Chen Cheng out once a week. Sometimes they would go to exhibitions together, and sometimes they would go shopping together. Since Shen Bingwei was there most of the time, Chen Cheng did not refuse, and their relationship naturally became much better.
Chen Cheng: "But no matter how much they give, in the end the three brothers still have the final say in the family."
"Anyway, I don't want it. Your third brother and I have thought it through. It's good to settle down in Jiangdu. You're here too, and there are relatives visiting during the holidays." Jiang Mei saw through it a long time ago. "I just don't know what the eldest and second brothers' families think. You should be careful."
Chen Cheng thanked Jiang Mei for her kindness.
After breakfast, Chen Cheng went to Beijing University to attend lectures and graduation exhibitions.
In the following days, except for dinner time when I went to the main building to have dinner with Mr. Shen, I was not at home for the rest of the time, cleverly avoiding my elder and second sisters-in-law who might come to pry into my affairs.
Chen Cheng wouldn't ask for anything. Chen Aoshuang, who was the closest to her, didn't leave any inheritance to her, so it was even more impossible for her to ask for company shares.
Only in this way can she continue to be a family with them.
The three brothers noticed her attitude and became much kinder to her. They would also tell her when they had important matters.
When she came out of the exhibition hall of the comprehensive building in the afternoon, Song Jili was standing by the road waiting for her.
It was a little colder in northern Beijing than in Jiangdu in May. Song Jili was wearing a simple sports suit. If you didn’t know him, you would think he was a senior from some department who had just finished his physical education class.
Seeing Chen Cheng going out, Song Jili trotted over and took her hand.
"My parents heard that I was coming to Beijing North and asked me to visit an elder. I may not be able to go home for dinner tonight," he said.
Tonight was the first dinner, and there was bound to be a lot of attacks at the table, so Chen Cheng just found an excuse to avoid them.
"That's exactly what I want. Family dinners full of intrigue and deception are not for me." Chen Cheng sent a message to his three brothers, and after receiving a reply, he put the phone in Song Jili's pocket.
"You...didn't sleep all night?" Chen Cheng moved closer to look at him.
Song Jili smiled: "Did you guess it?"
Chen Cheng shook his head: "I can see that you might... still have a slight cold."
I traveled from Jiangdu to northern Beijing without a rest for the whole night, and I did feel a little unwell, but they were all minor symptoms and I would be fine after a night's rest.
"You're pretty good. You can guess everything." Song Jili discovered that Chen Cheng was very sensitive to minor pains and illnesses.
Chen Cheng: "How about we exchange secrets?"
Song Jili raised his eyebrows but didn't say whether it was okay or not.
"It's not necessary to exchange." Chen Cheng took two steps forward and stood next to the tree. "Everyone always says that I have a talent for painting, but the reality is not what everyone thinks. I actually have four-color vision. Not only can I see many colors, I can also feel the slightest color changes. So I don't like looking at my phone, shopping, or going to the supermarket. It's a torture for me. I can also see the slightest changes in your complexion. I can tell that you haven't rested well, and I can tell that you are sick."
After Chen Cheng finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.
"I thought I would take this matter to my grave and kept it in my heart forever. Now that I have spoken out, I feel much relieved."
Song Jili was stunned, looking at Chen Cheng, with a sour feeling surging in his heart.
She got lost several times, not because she was shy and seldom went out, but because she took in too much color information and her vision was temporarily confused.
He never felt anything was wrong and felt a little guilty until now when he realized the truth.
His eyes became gentle and a little distressed.
"It's okay." Song Jili walked to her side and took her hand again.
Chen Cheng looked at him and said, "This... is not a trivial matter. This is a genetic problem. Do you understand... what I mean?"
"So what, Chen Cheng, do you just stop loving me?" Song Jili smiled, "Baby, it's so hard."
“It’s hard not to love you.”
The topic ended here. Chen Cheng didn't have the heart to talk to him too deeply. It was fine now.
Let’s talk about the future later.
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Song Jili drove to the Military and Political Compound. Chen Cheng couldn't help but get nervous when he saw the people on guard duty.
"Yes... to visit your comrade?" Chen Cheng had never been to such a solemn place. It felt different from those upper-class gatherings. It was more solemn, more sacred and inviolable.
The license plate number had been reported in advance, and after confirming the identity, the station staff let us pass.
"He's a good friend of my parents. I've stayed here before and have a good relationship with his family." Song Jili patted the back of Chen Cheng's hand, "Don't be nervous, I'm just a guest."
The car drove inward, passing through green areas and forest paths with tall trees, and seeing rows of small Western-style buildings, Chen Cheng's heart trembled. This was not an ordinary military and political compound. Being able to afford to live in a single house showed that one's identity was not simple.
Chen Cheng followed Song Jili from the parking lot, which was about ten minutes away.
I had already greeted the host and he was already waiting at the door.
"Here I come." A man about the same age as Song Jili walked forward.
They shook hands and bumped shoulders, and it was obvious that they had a close relationship.
The man had a superior bone structure and dark, deep eyes. He was calm and emotionless, and his temperament was cold, like the chilly wind in early spring, making people feel alienated and indifferent.
"Chen Shiyao, the second uncle's son."
"Chen Cheng, my wife."
Song Jili introduced the two people.
Chen Cheng greeted her politely, but his expression and eyes were so cold that she didn't dare to shake hands with him.
The door opened and a cheerful male voice sounded.
"Xiao Ji is here? Come in quickly, your stepmother has made a lot of food that you like."
Fuck dad? Fuck mom?
That relationship is not ordinary, it is very good.
Chen Cheng saw clearly the face of the man standing at the door, with gray hair.
She leaned over and asked, "Don't tell me, you have a big status here."
"There's no way. Dad is too old. He has many brothers outside. He got married only after his brothers' grandchildren got married." Song Jili brought Chen Cheng forward.
When Mr. Chen saw Chen Cheng, he smiled warmly and said, "The last time you came to Beijing for treatment, you were still a young boy. Now you have started a family."
Treatment?
Was Song Jili seriously injured?
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