Chapter 7 After the rain, our breaths entangled together.
Early the next morning, Chen Cheng received the documents sent by the law firm.
She tore open the seal and pulled out the document.
It was the notarization of pre-marital property that Song Jili mentioned yesterday.
There was a thick stack of documents. Chen Cheng curled up in a corner of the sofa and read through them carefully.
Apart from the bank's investment and financial records and some personal and company cash flows, all of Song Jili's industries were clearly sorted out.
The houses and cars are fine, one in northern Beijing and two in Jiangdu.
The two sets in Jiangdu are a large flat in Riverview No. 1 Mansion and a small western-style building in the villa area. Floor plans and decoration drawings are also included.
There were two cars, one was the Bentley Flying Spur he often drove, and the other was the Red Flag State Limousine that the driver drove to pick him up.
Considering Song Jili's net worth, the two cars he owns are even a bit shabby.
However, the Red Flag state ceremonial car is not something that ordinary people can buy. It also requires various inspections. It can be obtained by real strength. It seems that Song Jili not only has a clean background and strong financial resources, but also has some red connections in his family.
What was exaggerated were the tea houses and estates under his name. After counting them twice and several pages in length, Chen Cheng still couldn't figure it out.
It’s not surprising when you think about it, since that’s what he does.
Turning two pages further, I found out why he didn't have many houses and cars in his name anymore, and half of them were being transferred to her name.
Suddenly, her net worth is almost catching up with Song Jili.
Chen Cheng flipped through the documents intently.
Is this what he meant by notarization and division of pre-marital property? She became a millionaire for no reason.
Chen Cheng found the unknown number that he had contacted a few days ago from a pile of spam messages.
Add them as contacts first to make it easier to find them later.
She sent a message asking: [I have read the information you sent me, you don’t need to give me the house and car.]
Song Jili must have been busy, as he didn't reply until more than ten minutes later.
Song Jili: [You don’t like houses and cars? Then what do you like? A tea house, a manor, or a private island?]
Chen Cheng: [That’s not what I meant…]
Song Jili: [I'm just kidding, keep it, your husband can still make money. ]
Chen Cheng blushed. The man was so shameless. He flattered himself whenever he got the chance and even enjoyed teasing her.
She didn't intend to accept it. The Shen family would negotiate how much she should take. She just needed to accept the part she deserved.
There were a lot of blunders in the early stages of the engagement, but after it was finalized, everything went forward very quickly, and the date for getting the marriage certificate was also set, which was the day before the cooperation meeting between the two companies.
Song Jili was also a busy man. He worked overtime for three days and took half a day off to fly to northern Beijing to get the certificate.
The Shen family has already sent someone to take care of it.
In less than an hour, I got two red certificates.
Chen Cheng flipped through the red notebook in his hand, feeling strange and complicated.
Getting married doesn't seem to be anything special, just like eating and drinking water in daily life.
He lowered his head and stroked the gold-plated letters on the marriage certificate.
I didn't have any sense of reality or motivation towards marriage. I just felt a little relieved that it wouldn't disturb the Shen family's lives anymore.
I stuffed it into the inner compartment of my bag without even looking at it again.
Song Jili was going to fly abroad, and after making an appointment to pick her up next month, he rushed off on the plane.
Chen Cheng walked in the opposite direction and suddenly felt like eating some sweets. He planned to buy a McFlurry. He had nothing to do at home and it was a rare opportunity for him to go out alone, so he took the opportunity to go shopping in the mall.
After she took a few steps out, her hand was suddenly grabbed. She was startled and struggled wildly.
Song Jili, who was attacking by surprise, was almost slapped.
"It's me." Song Jili put his arm around her shoulders and said, "You're trying to murder your husband less than an hour after getting married!"
Chen Cheng stared at him.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared you." Song Jili understood the warning in her eyes in an instant.
Chen Cheng patted the back of his hand, and with a "pop" sound, the white back of his hand turned red, but he still didn't take his hand away.
"Come on, take me to the plane." Song Jili took the person directly into the car.
Chen Cheng cannot speak, leaving all his emotions to others to interpret.
When I explained the itinerary to her, she looked indifferent, obedient and indifferent.
After taking two steps outside, he thought that they were already licensed and had a job, so there was no need to worry about scaring her away. He was too lazy to pretend to be a gentleman and just turn around and kidnap her.
Chen Cheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, showed an unhappy expression, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Orange."
Chen Cheng turned his head and was poked in the face, right on the lips. He blinked dully.
He pressed his thumb down and said with a smile, "Sweet."
He wasn't sure if he had poked the right spot. She smiled often, but she only curled her lips politely, with the faintest swirls around her lips.
The thing that impressed me most was seeing her at the blind date party. She was standing in front of the drawing board, painting with a smile on her face. She looked relaxed, which was completely different from her usual timid appearance.
At that time, I wanted to know what pear vortex tasted like. It should be very sweet, so I had the idea of kidnapping her.
Chen Cheng stepped back, clenched his hands into fists, and warned him not to mess around.
Song Jili held her fist, shocking her.
I thought she would shake it off, but she didn't. It was as if she was trying to prepare herself mentally to adapt to physical contact.
"Hold on tight, the car is leaving." Song Jili let her go, started the car and drove towards the airport.
The assistant was waiting at the airport entrance early and handed the completed registration procedures to Song Jili.
When Chen Cheng arrived at the airport, he sat with him in the VIP lounge.
I don’t know what the meaning of seeing him off at the airport is, and their relationship isn’t so good that they don’t want to leave.
Many couples around her were reluctant to leave and hugged each other, which made her even more embarrassed.
Song Jili was very busy and answered two phone calls after sitting down.
Chen Cheng found that he was not as nonchalant as usual when doing things. He seemed to be easy to talk to and playing Tai Chi with the other party, but in fact he was like a wolf with a strong sense of territory. He would not give in and would even make more demands.
After hanging up the phone, Song Jili came over.
Chen Cheng leaned against the sofa, his pupils dilated and moving left and right. No one knew what he was going to do.
"Fei Paris, do you want anything?" Song Jili asked her.
Chen Cheng shook her head. She didn’t have any particular desire for big brand items, but she didn’t lack them either.
He leaned back a little, and moved closer again, even closer than last time, their breaths almost entangled.
Chen Cheng held his breath.
"Go for a week, anything to say?"
Chen Cheng suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.
She typed into her memo pad: "A full week?"
"A week or longer." Song Jili's tone of answer was cheerful. At least she took the initiative to ask him about his schedule.
Chen Cheng: "Yeah, work went well."
Song Jili raised his hand to check the time, then naturally raised his hand that was resting on the backrest and patted her back: "I'll ask my assistant to take you back, leaving."
Thinking about what he was about to do, Chen Cheng felt a little guilty towards him, so he stood up and walked him to the security check.
There was no lingering look back, nor any hugging and kissing. It was a farewell that could not be simpler. After Song Jili passed the security check, she turned around and left.
Chen Cheng's heart beat faster and faster as he walked to the parking lot. He was full of anticipation for what he was about to do.
Hope nothing goes wrong.
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In early November, Chen Cheng, wrapped in a heavy cotton jacket, followed Professor Zhou's team to the Tibetan capital.
Starting in the morning, the group gathered at Jiangdu University and took a bus to the high-speed rail station together.
Chen Cheng was not a member of the team, so he followed the arrangement and sat in the last row by the window.
Cheng Feng got into the car with breakfast and gave one to Chen Cheng.
She took it, nodded with a smile, and gave him a box of milk in return.
Although the girl had a good attitude, he always felt uncomfortable. He could only smile but didn't say a word. If the instructor hadn't specifically told him to be more considerate of her, he wouldn't have wanted to get close to her.
Chen Cheng didn't notice the strange look on Cheng Feng's face. He nervously held the canvas bag, praying that nothing unexpected would happen before departure.
For the first time ever, I received a message from Qiao Qiaoyu in the morning.
Qiao Qiaoyu asked: [Chengzi, are you in the car? ]
Chen Cheng concealed his excitement: [Yes, we will leave in ten minutes! ]
Qiao Qiaoyu said worriedly: [Is everything really okay with your family? ]
Chen Cheng's smile faded and his mood became increasingly heavy.
She did not tell Chen Aoshuang the truth about her study trip to the Tibetan capital with Professor Zhou's team, and lied that Song Jili invited her to visit Jiangdu.
No one knew that after arriving in Jiangdu, she took a car alone to the high-speed rail station and joined Professor Zhou's team.
Since the marriage was decided, Chen Aoshuang thought she was acting on her own and was somewhat unhappy. She could only see her at the dining table every morning, but would deliberately avoid her at other times.
Chen Cheng has been living under someone else's roof since she was a child, and she is very good at reading people's expressions. She can tell that Chen Aoshuang is waiting for her to apologize.
Chen Cheng took a deep breath: [Wait until I get on the train. If you have any questions, you can wait until I come back.]
When she came back she would just be scolded, and she would just endure it silently.
If I don't go this time, I may never have the chance to travel far away again.
Qiao Qiaoyu: [Chengzi, from your tone, it sounds like you want to have one more go before retiring?]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [My metaphor is a bit outrageous, you know what I mean. (pretending to be cute.jpg)]
Chen Cheng: [Hahahaha, you are right. I really want to do whatever I want for once.]
I wonder if the Song family will be as strict with her as the Shen family.
Qiao Qiaoyu: [When you finish your trip successfully, I will treat you to a meal. ]
Chen Cheng quickly replied OK.
Put down the phone, cover your heart, and feel warm.
She had no friends since she was a child and she didn't dare to make friends easily. Many people didn't say it explicitly, but she could see that they were afraid of her who couldn't speak. They subconsciously thought she was a weirdo and were afraid that she would cause trouble to others, so they kept their distance consciously.
This was the first time she had met a generous and lovely girl like Qiao Qiaoyu, and she wanted to seize the opportunity to get in touch with her more.
Cheng Feng bought all the high-speed rail tickets. There were ten of them in the group, so they had connected seats. Chen Cheng was assigned seat B in row 10.
When we got there, Building A was already occupied. The man was dressed in black, wearing a cap and a mask. His overalls and jacket were also black, a typical outfit for traveling to Tibet.
Chen Cheng placed his suitcase in the front of the carriage and sat down holding a small bag.
After everyone was seated, Cheng Feng checked his seat, looked up at every row, and found that he was sitting next to Chen Cheng.
He wanted to find a girl to swap places with. Everyone seemed to realize what he meant and started pretending to be busy, even those who had nothing to do tried to find something to do.
Cheng Feng was helpless. He didn't want to sit with Chen Cheng. If he wasn't the person in charge, he could have avoided it like them.
Chen Cheng took this scene in, and a bitter taste filled his throat, making him feel uncomfortable.
Before Cheng Feng came over, she turned her face to the other side and pretended to be asleep, trying her best not to embarrass him.
The man in Block A suddenly sneered.
The voice was so soft that Chen Cheng thought he had misheard.
More than ten minutes after the car started, the boy in front turned around.
He first glanced at Chen Cheng and asked in a low voice, "Brother, is she with us throughout this study tour?"
Cheng Feng: "How would I know? Professor Zhou didn't tell me."
Before coming, Professor Zhou had greeted them and asked them to try not to disturb her. Apart from knowing that she was mute, she knew nothing else.
"We are not traveling... why bring outsiders?" The boy did not like Chen Cheng's "transfer student" behavior.
Cheng Feng was worried that Chen Cheng would hear him, so he urged the boy to turn around and said, "Alright, go get some sleep. Didn't you stay up late playing games last night?"
The signal in the car was bad, and the boy had nothing to do, so he pulled Cheng Feng aside to chat, and said with a smile: "She is quite pretty."
Chen Cheng, who was pretending to be asleep, heard the boy talking about her casually, and felt angry and aggrieved, but when she woke up, she could do nothing but glare at him, and she didn't even have the ability to curse back.
"Nonsense."
A cold male voice interrupted the smiling boy in the front seat.
The people in the front and back rows fell into an eerie silence.
Chen Cheng opened her eyes, her vision still blurry, and a big warm hand grasped her hand.
She was so surprised that she forgot to shake it off.
Song Jili smiled at her, then turned to look at the boy and continued, "Of course my wife is pretty."
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