That day, she didn't seem to be testifying for him, but she actually said a lot unintentionally, such as about his state of mind, which helped him to find the reason.
Helping him was an unconscious act, because she and he were already married and considered one.
But now Fu Yan is dead, Xu Ronghua is in jail, and the person in front of him is a real murderer.
If even her own father couldn't tolerate it, what if she angered him one day? Wouldn't she also lose her life?
In this second life, she's determined to rise above others.
She's figured it out these past two days. If Fu Tingshen's path is blocked, then why can't she give up?
If she hanged herself on a tree, what would be the point of her starting over?
She has started thinking about which of the people she comes into contact with come from respectable families, people she can approach and who are easy to control.
Without showing any emotion, Li Xi poured Fu Tingshen a glass of water, seeing that he was engrossed in his own world.
"Brother Ting Shen, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."
Fu Tingshen stared at the glass of water in front of him, lost in thought, when a body leaned against him.
“Brother Ting Shen, you must look forward, you still have me.”
Nowadays, Li Xi can easily utter such encouraging words.
Fu Tingshen placed his hand on Li Xi's hand, "Xiao Xi, stay with me." His tone left no room for argument.
Li Xi rolled her eyes inwardly but nodded outwardly, "Of course, but we need to think about how to make a living now."
Ironically, Fu Tingshen, the male lead, is actually a freeloader.
Fu Tingshen's expression shifted slightly; he remembered where Xu Ronghua had hidden the money before.
Silently got up and went to look through it.
He came out shortly after and gave Li Xi 100 yuan.
"Xiaoxi, take this as your living expenses. Don't worry, you won't go hungry."
Li Xi: "Okay."
He sneered inwardly, "They're still holding back."
However, we shouldn't rush things; we should wait until she finds a way out.
After learning about these things, Ye Zhiyu sighed, "The plot has really gone completely off track."
However, she can't control them right now, nor does she want to, and she also has to deal with someone else.
Zuo Qingqing said she wanted to apologize and invited them to her house for dinner.
Ye Zhiyu refused. She wasn't just doing this for no reason; she wasn't going to go to the house of someone who was seducing her husband.
So, they said it's okay if we don't go to her house, we can just wait for her to cook the food and bring it over.
In response, Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but ask, "Is she really sick?"
Thinking back to when I first met her, I thought she was quite interesting.
Lu Chen suppressed a laugh, lest A Yu refuse to let him into the house.
Zuo Qingqing brought in the last dish and invited Ye Zhiyu and Lu Chen to sit down. You'd think this was her home.
Actually, Ye Zhiyu mainly wanted to know why she was like this. The way she looked at Lu Chen was too peaceful, without desire, ambition, or greed. What was it that prompted her to do this?
"Try my cooking."
Ye Zhiyu looked at her indifferently, and neither of them showed any intention of touching their chopsticks.
Zuo Qingqing smiled and lowered her head, not caring at all, and started eating first.
The story begins without warning.
“I’m four years older than you. I was 18 when I first met my husband. I was innocent and carefree then, the prettiest girl in the village. He was an educated youth sent to the countryside.”
From the very beginning, he approached me intentionally or unintentionally. When a farmer takes a liking to a girl, his pursuit is to help her with her work. As an educated youth, he was already doing a good job of his own work.
How could he possibly help me? He offered me food, but back then food was a matter of life and death. No matter how naive I was, I couldn't take someone's life. I refused to accept it, and he said if I didn't accept it, he would just throw it away.
That was grain! How could I throw it away? I secretly kept it for myself without letting my family know.
As she spoke, the light in her eyes was so gentle.
"So, we started having private interactions. He would save whatever good food he got for me, and I would save whatever good things I got for him. I felt that we were a perfect match, a match made in heaven."
Back then, we were uneducated. We didn't care whether the words were appropriate or not; we just used them to describe us. Later, my family started arranging marriages for me. I felt it was time for us to talk about it, otherwise we would end up like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the story, or Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, who were forced to separate.
He went too, but my family beat him up and threw him out. I had never seen my mother so angry and stern. I was terrified. By the time I came to my senses, his head had already been broken.
I cried as I broke free from my sister-in-law's hand and stood in front of him, begging my parents to let us be together. I said we truly loved each other. My mother said, "What do you know about love? He clearly has ulterior motives."
I yelled at my mother, "How can I not understand love? Love is simply wanting him and him wanting me. It's that simple!" My mother hit me for the first time. I was shocked, angry, and spoke without thinking.
In the end, it ended with me being imprisoned and him being kicked out. I cried every day, went on a hunger strike, and even attempted suicide. I tried everything I could think of because I could hear him coming every day. Since he persisted, I naturally had to work hard for our love.
later..."
Tears welled up in Zuo Qingqing's eyes. "One night, the window of the room where I was locked up was pried open. He was carrying a bundle on his back and told me that my family was kicking him out and asked if I wanted to go with him."
Young and infatuated with love and sweet words, how could I not go with him? I didn't bring anything with me; I had nothing but him.
I followed him onto the train to Beijing. Without a letter of introduction, I couldn't buy a ticket. And since many people evade fares on trains, I had to hide and dodge on the train, and I couldn't even sleep soundly. Finally, we arrived.
I thought a happy life was waiting for me, but how could someone without even an identity be happy? I was hidden away in his house, but his family didn't treat me well.
He always bullied me when he was out. When he came back, I told him, and he said, "You eat my food and use my things, so what's wrong with putting up with a little mistreatment?" At that moment, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.
I never mentioned it again after that. Later, he said that since we were at his house, we were his wife. So we slept together, got pregnant and had children, did housework, did laundry and cooked. Everything happened naturally.
I think that's fine. Fortunately, I'm with him, and things aren't too bad. I can get through it if I just hang in there. After all, I'm eating his food, using his things, and living in his house.
Just when I thought my life was over, he wanted to send me away. He said that the factory director had taken a liking to him and wanted to marry the director's daughter. We didn't get a marriage certificate, and he was just trying to get rid of me.
"Keep the child, his family will take care of him," I begged him, I knelt down and begged him. The child is my hope that I've held on for so long, I can't live without him. Please, please, for the sake of how devotedly I've served his family, don't send me away.
Unfortunately, people strive for higher positions, and water flows downhill. How could someone like me, with nothing to my name, hold onto his ambition? I tried to talk about our love, about our past, clinging to the last glimmer of hope that I could awaken him.
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