Chapter 24: It’s All Your Fault

Zhao Xiaoning’s carefully laid plans had fallen through, and she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.

But for now, she could only endure and lie in wait. She glanced at Sister Wang, who had spoken up for Song Shengsheng, and sneered inwardly.

Just wait until Song Shengsheng stole something from the supply and marketing cooperative. Sister Wang would see if she could still be so enthusiastic and speak up for her.

Song Shengsheng’s job at the supply and marketing cooperative was also introduced by Sister Wang. Sister Wang would inevitably be implicated.

“It’s my fault. I thought things were too simple.” Zhao Xiaoning forced a smile. “Cousin, I shouldn’t bother you with everything. You’re not having an easy time either.”

Song Shengsheng didn’t bother with her. She nodded and sighed. “Everyone has their own difficulties. The mundane things of life, like food and salt, are enough to drive you crazy.”

Zhao Xiaoning found it grating to her ears. Since she got her marriage certificate with Fu Cheng, she had never had any worries related to food and salt.

Food coupons, oil coupons, sugar coupons, she had more than she could use every month.

Zhao Xiaoning had been incredibly jealous of Song Shengsheng before, but she had only felt better these past two days.

Fu Cheng had even hit her. Her good days were over.

“It’s getting late. I’ll go back now. I don’t want the child to cry when he gets home and doesn’t see me.”

“Go ahead. Be careful on the road.”

“Okay, thanks, Sister Wang.”

Song Shengsheng left the supply and marketing cooperative, and Zhao Xiaoning quietly followed behind her, watching where she was going.

Seeing that Song Shengsheng was really just going home honestly, Zhao Xiaoning was a little disappointed.

On her way back to the textile factory, Zhao Xiaoning happened to meet Mrs. Ding, who was picking up her child from the military compound.

When Battalion Commander Ding’s wife saw Zhao Xiaoning, she called out to her and then patted her son’s head. “Go home and do your homework first. Mommy has something to talk to Auntie.”

The mischievous son made a face and then, before his mom could get her hands on him, he ran away as fast as he could.

Battalion Commander Ding’s wife whispered to Zhao Xiaoning, “Xiaoning, what you told me last time is probably true.”

Zhao Xiaoning perked up her ears and became interested.

Battalion Commander Ding’s wife’s eyes lit up. “You said last time that your cousin was beaten by Regiment Commander Fu. The next day, I saw that your cousin’s eyes were very swollen. I don’t know if she was beaten or crying.”

Zhao Xiaoning immediately felt relieved. It seemed that this life and the previous life were not very different.

Song Shengsheng was still the same, not winning her husband’s affection.

Zhao Xiaoning put on a worried look. “My cousin is really spoiled and willful. I don’t know if she can ever change her ways.”

Battalion Commander Ding’s wife sneered. “I think it’s unlikely. Your cousin’s temperament, not just anyone can handle it.”

Zhao Xiaoning lowered her head. Of course, she hoped that Song Shengsheng’s temper would be worse and worse.

On the other side, Song Shengsheng, who had just arrived home, started to have stomach cramps.

She boiled some hot water on the coal stove. When the water boiled, she curled up on the sofa, her stomach hurting so badly that she couldn’t straighten up.

Her face was pale, and sweat was dripping from her forehead.

Song Shengsheng was in so much pain that she didn’t even have the strength to speak. Her fair skin was covered in cold sweat, and she felt dizzy.

She knew that she was on her period.

After giving birth to her son, Song Shengsheng had been in excruciating pain during her period.

So before, whenever she was in pain, she would take it out on her child and husband, thinking that they were both to blame.

That’s why she had been giving them the cold shoulder.

But this time, she was in so much pain that she didn’t even have the energy to be unpleasant.

Just when Song Shengsheng thought she was going to die from the pain, Fu Cheng came home.

He had also picked up some food from the canteen. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the pale figure on the sofa.

Her brows were weak, her eyes were watery, and she looked pitiable.

Song Shengsheng had been able to bear it, but when she saw him, she burst into tears, sobbing. “Fu Cheng, my stomach hurts.”

In her pain, she started to blame him. “It’s all your fault.”

Fu Cheng let her blame him. He fed her a cup of hot water and then slowly rubbed her stomach with his warm palm.

Song Shengsheng felt much better. Her face didn’t look as pale as before.

Fu Cheng carried her back to the bedroom and told her to lie down and not move.

He then went out to the next door. Fu Cheng used his sugar coupons to trade with Mrs. Liu for half a pound of brown sugar. He brought it back and made her some brown sugar water.

Song Shengsheng didn’t like to drink brown sugar water. Seeing the color in the bowl, she silently hid her face under the covers and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Cheng put the bowl aside and dug her out from under the covers.

The man’s fingertips carelessly caressed her delicate wrist. He didn’t use a coaxing tone. He habitually gave orders. “Hurry up and drink the brown sugar water. It’ll get cold.”

Song Shengsheng turned her face away when she smelled it. “I don’t want to drink it.”

Her little face puffed up, obviously unhappy.

Fu Cheng had never coaxed anyone before. Since he was a child, he was the one who was chased after.

Although he didn’t talk much and seemed easygoing, he was actually very strong-willed and didn’t like to be contradicted by others.

Especially Song Shengsheng.

With her, Fu Cheng’s possessiveness would often double.

He wanted her to listen to him, to be obedient, to be a spoiled brat.

Fu Cheng was a man. He pretended to be serious outside, but with her, he couldn’t help but indulge in some sick habits.

Especially when she lay in bed, looking at him with teary eyes, begging for mercy, it would inexplicably arouse the hidden sadistic desire in the man’s heart.

Fu Cheng pinched her chin. “I’ll feed you.”

Song Shengsheng was truly heartbroken. She was lying in bed, weak and sickly.

Fu Cheng couldn’t even be gentle. She saw that he had no iron-clad tenderness. Or maybe his tenderness would all be given to Zhao Xiaoning in the future.

Song Shengsheng didn’t want to cry, but she was a crybaby.

She would cry when she was wronged, and a woman’s emotions were sensitive and fragile during those few days of her period. Her tears immediately landed on Fu Cheng’s fingers.

She cried and pushed him away. “Go away, go away, I don’t want you!”

Fu Cheng paused, his tight jaw betraying a touch of fierceness. He squeezed her thumb a little harder, his voice cold. “You don’t want me, then who do you want?”

Fu Cheng lowered his head and kissed her lips hard twice. He bit hard, breaking the skin, tasting the sweet blood.

Sensing her trembling and resistance, he finally curbed his coldness and coaxed her softly. “Okay, okay, I was too fierce. Drink the brown sugar water first. It’ll get cold soon.”