Mother Cheng sighed softly, held Cheng Rongrong's hand, and said earnestly:
"Silly child, right? You can't just guess. If you don't ask, if you don't understand, you'll always be stuck here with wild guesses. Even if... even if Song Zhe really married her, you at least figured out why he married her, didn't you?
It's better than you being like this now, running around like a headless fly. Besides, even if he really marries that country girl, so what? You are the daughter of the Cheng family, are you not as good as a country girl? You have to have confidence in yourself! "
Cheng Rongrong's eyes gradually became firm. She nodded vigorously, as if to encourage herself, and as if to promise Cheng's mother: "Okay! I'll listen to you. I'll go find Song Qingqing and ask her clearly in a few days!"
"Oh! What is going on?" Cheng's mother secretly groaned in her heart. If she had known this would happen, she would not have done it in the first place. If she had not asked the old man to cancel the engagement, there would not be so many troubles now.
She sighed softly, raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on her daughter's cheeks, and said softly, "Okay, Rongrong, don't cry. Look at you, your eyes are swollen from crying. What a shame! Let me think of a solution."
"Mom, you are still making fun of me!" Cheng Rongrong said coquettishly and burst into laughter. However, her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying, looked like two ripe peaches, which made me feel pity for her.
"Rongrong, are you okay?"
Mother Cheng gently stroked her daughter's hair, her eyes full of concern and her voice a little cautious, for fear of touching her sensitive nerves again.
Cheng Rongrong raised her head, her face had regained its composure. She forced a smile and shook her head gently:
"Mom, I'm fine, but... I still feel a little uncomfortable."
Even so, there was still a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, and her eyes were slightly red. It was obvious that she had not yet fully recovered from the emotion she had just felt.
Mother Cheng hugged her daughter in her arms, patting her back gently as she did when she was a child, and said softly,
"Silly child, tell me what's wrong. Don't keep it in your heart. No matter what happens, I will be with you."
Cheng Rongrong snuggled in her mother's warm embrace, feeling the familiar fragrance of her body, and her originally tense nerves gradually relaxed. She took a deep breath, buried her head in her mother's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice:
"Mom, why don't you think he likes me? What's wrong with me?" His voice was full of grievance and unwillingness.
Mother Cheng sighed, gently stroked her daughter's hair, and said softly:
"Rongrong, you can't force feelings. It's not your fault that he doesn't like you. It's just that Song Zhe doesn't have that kind of luck."
Cheng Rongrong was silent for a long time before she uttered a low "hmm," with a hint of loneliness and helplessness in her voice.
Seeing her daughter's mood gradually stabilize, Cheng's mother finally felt relieved. She gently pushed Cheng Rongrong away, held her face, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her thumb, saying softly:
"Okay, don't think too much. Come on, go out with mom and relax." As she said that, she took her daughter's hand and walked out.
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