Chapter 101: Letter to My Wife (9)

"Brother, I just have one question for you!" Miss Cheng's voice sounded a little aggrieved, but also mixed with uneasiness, as if she had made a great decision before she dared to speak.

"What's the problem?" What answered her was Young Master Cheng's indifference. Different from his gentleness towards Jiang Shiyue, it was complete indifference, and his voice was colder than the rain.

Perhaps Miss Cheng was hurt by the chill. After a while, she took a deep breath and said word by word, "I just want to know if there was any sincerity in what you said back then."

Master Cheng's tone was a little impatient: "Which sentence was it? I've said it so many times that I've forgotten it a long time ago."

Miss Cheng was stunned for a moment. She seemed to be trying her best to hold back her heartache, but her voice still trembled slightly uncontrollably: "If you really want to be friends, look at the pine and cypress trees. They will not fall to the ground after frost, and they will not change their hearts even in the cold winter."

Young Master Cheng sneered, his words sounded very disdainful: "You took it seriously as a joke from childhood? My little sister, I didn't expect that you have become more sentimental in recent years. Ziyu and I love each other, why do you have to be dissatisfied? You are an orphan, and my Cheng family treats you well, but I didn't expect that you have other thoughts."

His words were so cruel that Miss Cheng seemed to be completely frozen. Time passed by little by little, and after a while she suddenly raised her voice, sobbing with unsuppressible pain: "Even if it was just my wishful thinking, why did you humiliate me?" As she said that, she shook off Young Master Cheng and ran away.

Jiang Shiyue, who was hiding in the corner, shook his head again.

How could Miss Cheng survive this long night when she was humiliated like this by the person she loved?

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Late at night, Miss Cheng walked towards the pool in a daze. It was raining heavily and she was completely soaked. Her pretty face was dripping with rain, making her look even paler.

What is the joy of living, and what is the fear of death? Perhaps leaving behind is the only relief for others and myself.

But she stopped.

She saw Jiang Shiyue looking at her with a smile.

She was holding a maple leaf red silk umbrella, her eyebrows were sweet and curved like a crescent moon. She spoke crisply, even though it was raining, her voice was clear and bright: "Miss Cheng, you want to commit suicide."

It's not a doubt but a certainty.

Miss Cheng gave a bitter smile and murmured to herself, "You heard that, didn't you? What's the point of me living? He's humiliating me like this now, and it'll be hard for us to get along in the future. If I leave, maybe he'll feel more relaxed."

"You're so stupid." Jiang Shiyue sighed faintly, with a look of disapproval on her face: "If someone doesn't love me, I will find someone who loves me more, and I will also love myself well. I won't punish myself with other people's indifference. For me, my happiness is the most important thing."

"You don't understand..." Miss Cheng smiled bitterly: "You are still a little girl, how can you understand."

Miss Cheng's tears flowed again, and she could not tell whether they were tears or rain. Her face was still sad, and her heart was still torn into pieces and trampled upon. At this moment, she turned a deaf ear to Jiang Shiyue's voice, she only saw her stopping herself from jumping down.

Miss Cheng slowly took out a knife from her sleeve, and suddenly stabbed the sharp knife into her heart.

The tearing pain tormented her. Her heart ached, but she couldn't tell why it hurt.

(End of this chapter)

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