Chapter 408: Shen Qinghuan (1)
I never thought I would love anyone, let alone fall in love with a woman.
But until I met her, the only person who made my heart beat faster in this life.
At first, my impression of Awu was just "extremely beautiful" and I didn't have any feelings towards her. After all, my father didn't care much about us. We were like strangers, and no one had ever mentioned our mother.
When I heard that he was going to marry someone else, I didn't feel any emotion. I was just curious: could my father, who seemed gentle but was extremely cold-hearted, really love someone?
After all, he never really cared much about the three of us siblings. I even thought at one point that he was not our father, even though we looked so much like him.
It wasn't until I heard that my father was going to marry a 19-year-old actress that I became angry. But I wasn't angry that he was going to marry such a young girl. I was angry that he, a 44-year-old middle-aged man, was going to marry a girl 25 years younger than him!
I don't think he could really like a girl who was one year younger than his daughter. I just felt disgusted and thought it was another feudal concubine's trick of persecuting women, so Shen Zheliu and I never went back to live there.
I tried to persuade my father, but he remained silent and just told me to focus on my studies. Obviously, he didn't listen at all.
Later, my father repeatedly sent people to call us back for dinner, saying that he wanted to meet his young wife.
We knew that resistance was futile, so we finally went back and met the young lady. She was different from what I expected. She was very delicate and beautiful, like a peony grown in a greenhouse, who needed careful care.
When I saw her again later, she sang a beautiful song for me. No wonder my father and older brother always loved going to the theater. I felt an inexplicable closeness to her at the time. When I learned that she and my father had married after only knowing each other for a few days, I felt even more convinced that my father had married her for some purpose. I felt a pity for her illiterate and uneducated situation, so I invited her to visit our school.
Later, she came to school and even resorted to using her beauty to help us. I was a little angry, but not because I thought she was seductive, but because she seemed to be used to this way of survival. I took her back to the dormitory and made her a cup of coffee.
She clearly didn't like the drink, but she still frowned and said it was delicious. She said, "I don't want to see disappointment on your face. You made this specially for me." I thought to myself that she was quite understanding. After all, I had only met her a few times, and she wouldn't have to try to please me.
I was afraid that she would suffer too much with her personality. As a woman, I guided her and told her that if she didn't like something, she should express it instead of blindly enduring it and agreeing with others.
Later, I added sugar to her coffee, and this time she smiled, a smile that made my face flush. I looked away as if nothing had happened. During our conversation, I discovered she wasn't the type to simply accept everything and please everyone. She had her own thoughts and boundaries, but she was used to hiding them.
That time, she accidentally dropped a fan after singing, and I repaired it. Unexpectedly, it brought up the fact that my father had liked someone else. And many traces showed that Awu was almost exactly the same as the person eight years ago.
At that moment, I was horrified. Could it be that my father married her at 19 just to use her as a substitute for a 27-year-old? I was dissatisfied with my father's arrangement, but out of respect for him, I didn't take much action.
But as we got along later, I felt more and more sympathetic towards this young lady. She was so delicate yet resolute that she shouldn't be trapped in the backyard her whole life. I wanted to send her away from the Shen residence, but she said she didn't want to. I didn't know why at that time.
Until she was kidnapped by Zhang Feng, I had to go to rescue her alone. When Zhang Feng drugged her and held her hostage, I agreed to kneel down for him because he knew that I was very proud and had a strong sense of self-esteem, and this was the best way to humiliate me.
Seeing her crying for me, I still knelt down. Fortunately, I only knelt on my left leg, so it didn’t really count as a kneeling. I just regarded it as a tribute to the dead Zhang Feng.
I saved her, but by some strange coincidence, some things changed.
At that moment, I panicked.
Later I tried to persuade Awu to leave again, but this time she no longer hid her thoughts. Just as I taught her, she told me everything passionately and directly.
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