Chapter 9: Still thinking about him!

Song Shengsheng was all about starting fires, not putting them out.

Her whole body seemed to be soft. Fu Cheng’s hand, which was clasped around her waist, tightened involuntarily.

The woman in his arms was soft and cuddly.

She wasn’t fat, but her curves were in all the right places.

Fu Cheng’s breathing was a little strained. His waist and abdomen were firm, with smooth lines. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Song Shengsheng seemed silly.

Sometimes she was a little mischievous.

But her mouth tasted sweet.

Soft and sweet.

Song Shengsheng felt the large hand on her lower back, it felt like it was going to break her waist.

She hadn’t expected Fu Cheng to be like a starved wolf tonight, as rough as if he hadn’t eaten meat in ages.

Song Shengsheng did regret provoking him a little.

She hummed and groaned in dissatisfaction, trying to escape but she was trapped.

When she drifted off to sleep.

Song Shengsheng had no strength to resist. At first, she had struggled uselessly.

The next day, she slept until noon.

When she woke up, her stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Song Shengsheng sat on the bed for a while, until her son came to her and her eyes gradually regained their sparkle.

Although they had been affectionate the day before.

Fu Luochi looked at his mother, still a little timid, he wasn’t so daring to get close.

He wanted to go to her but was afraid of being pushed away.

The beautiful little boy stood quietly by the door, nervously clutching his hands into small fists.

“Mommy, Aunt Liu sent over some food. It’s time to eat.”

“Daddy told Xiaochi to remember to wake Mommy up for dinner before he left this morning.”

Song Shengsheng saw her good son’s soft, beautiful face, and her heart softened.

Why hadn’t she taken care of him before?

Why hadn’t she paid attention to him?

She seemed to have forgotten.

Maybe she had taken her resentment towards Fu Cheng out on their child.

She wanted to get rid of Fu Cheng.

She wanted to get rid of everything related to him.

Song Shengsheng got out of bed and pinched her son’s face, “Did Xiaochi eat?”

Fu Luochi was actually very happy that his mother had touched his face. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging.

He shook his head and answered earnestly, “No, I’m waiting for Mommy.”

Song Shengsheng went over and took his hand, leading him to the living room.

Fu Luochi followed behind her, quietly tilting his head up, his black eyes were filled with shyness.

He also secretly tightened his grip on his mother’s hand.

After lunch.

Song Shengsheng washed the lunchbox.

She returned the washed lunchbox to Aunt Liu next door.

Aunt Liu saw that she had woken up so late and couldn’t help but say, “Shengsheng, you woke up so late today. If it were anyone else, they would definitely call you a lazy wife.”

Song Shengsheng knew that Aunt Liu wasn’t a bad person, she just talked too much.

There were many people in the compound who looked down on her.

She didn’t have a job, she didn’t do housework, and she came from a remote rural area. In the eyes of others, she was unsophisticated.

They all thought that Fu Cheng would eventually get tired of her.

And divorce her.

Song Shengsheng smiled at Aunt Liu, “My husband… was a little noisy last night, so I woke up late.”

Aunt Liu blushed when she heard this.

She couldn’t help but glance at her figure. She had a thin waist and a large chest, she was indeed… attractive to men.

But she didn’t expect that a serious man like Commander Fu wouldn’t be able to resist her.

“Alright, go back. The child is at home.”

The children were on holiday today, so they didn’t have to go to the kindergarten.

Song Shengsheng didn’t rush to go back. She had something else to do today. The national college entrance exam wouldn’t be far off.

She had finished high school, maybe if she studied hard for a couple of years, she could go to university.

Song Shengsheng asked Aunt Liu, “Aunt Liu, I remember you have a few of Lanlan’s old high school textbooks. Can I borrow them?”

Textbooks weren’t easy to buy these days.

A careless move could get you labeled as an enemy with capitalist tendencies.

Song Shengsheng’s high school textbooks had been taken by her younger sister. Her notes from back then had also been taken.

She couldn’t find any books to read now.

Aunt Liu looked at her suspiciously, “Are you still thinking about Shen Zhishu?”

Song Shengsheng and Shen Zhishu were neighbors and childhood sweethearts.

After Shen Zhishu went to university, Song Shengsheng often mentioned him in front of them, saying how successful he was in the provincial capital.

She always seemed proud of him.

But Aunt Liu had heard from her son that Commander Fu had also been a student at the National Defense University in the capital.

In the capital, he was a man who was beyond reach.

If it weren’t for the Down to the Countryside movement, Commander Fu wouldn’t have been transferred to a small place like Ningcheng.

Song Shengsheng shook her head, “Aunt, I just want to read more books.”

Aunt Liu looked at her for a while, “Didn’t you finish high school? You have a diploma?”

A high school degree was considered decent in the compound.

Her education level was only slightly lower than a college graduate.

But college graduates were so rare!

It was rare to find even one college graduate in a radius of ten miles.

Aunt Liu was sure she hadn’t given up.

She was still thinking about that affair.

She had no idea that the national college entrance exam would be reinstated in a few years.

She simply advised, “Listen to Aunt. Live a good life with Commander Fu. Even if he doesn’t take you back to the capital, he’ll leave you some money.”

Song Shengsheng listened obediently, feeling disappointed. It seemed like she wouldn’t be able to borrow any books.

That was a problem.

She could only ask Fu Cheng for help.

Song Shengsheng went home. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw her son waiting at the door, as if he had been eagerly waiting for her return.

Fu Luochi had woken up from his nap. His mother was gone.

He didn’t dare to go back to sleep today.

He was afraid that when Mommy woke up, she would abandon him again.

Song Shengsheng saw him standing by the door. She went over and touched his face, “Why don’t you go to sleep?”

Fu Luochi grabbed his mother’s hand, pursed his lips, a little nervous but also a little proud and shy, “I want Mommy to sleep with me.”

Song Shengsheng felt that he was still uneasy. She smiled, “Okay.”

The weather was hot.

The small fan in the bedroom whirred.

Song Shengsheng covered her son with a small blanket. The boy was still holding her hand as he slept, as if he was afraid she would run away.

Song Shengsheng softly hummed a lullaby and slowly lulled him to sleep.

Looking at the little ice block’s sleeping face.

It gradually merged with the cold, sad face he would have when he grew up.

A cold, lifeless body.

He was holding her tightly, his pale face was indistinguishable from tears or rain.

Song Shengsheng couldn’t understand why she would commit suicide.

She was the most afraid of death.

Maybe it was because it was a book.

And she was the doomed cannon fodder female lead.

Song Shengsheng gradually felt sleepy and drifted off to sleep.

She dreamed again.

The details of the book appeared in her dream.

In the book, she really did run away with Shen Zhishu.

Then the scene changed, a few years later.

She saw herself living in a beautiful little house, with a big belly.