Chapter 27: Love Letter

Song Shengsheng hid the letter even more securely, stammering, “It’s a girl’s letter. How can I let you see it?”

Fu Cheng’s eyes were dark, and he stared at her for a while, with a hint of a smile. “A girl working at a stone factory?”

The man’s dark gaze pressed down on her lightly.

She was already feeling guilty, and now she was so nervous that her legs went weak.

Fu Cheng already thought she was restless, always scheming to cheat on him. Even after she returned with him from Yangcheng, she had repeatedly assured him that she only loved him and wanted to build a good home with him.

Fu Cheng said okay, but he probably didn’t believe it.

If he caught her red-handed, with irrefutable evidence, she wouldn’t be able to deny it or make excuses.

Song Shengsheng lowered her eyelids and stammered, making up a story. “She’s in the organization department of the factory. It’s hard to get in. She doesn’t have to go quarry stones.”

After she finished speaking.

Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, as if he believed her explanation, and said meaningfully, “Is that so?”

Song Shengsheng said decisively, “Of course! Why would I lie to you?”

Fu Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled. “I didn’t say you were lying.”

Song Shengsheng was a little afraid of him. Sometimes Fu Cheng was even scarier than the cruel officials who were good at interrogation! He would quietly get information out of her and find her loopholes.

This man had eight hundred tricks up his sleeve.

He was even better at calculating than an abacus!

If she couldn’t beat him, she could at least avoid him, right?

Song Shengsheng pursed her lips. “I’m going back to the bedroom to open the letter. You’re not allowed to come in.”

Fu Cheng didn’t agree or disagree. He gave a faint, cold smile. “Song Shengsheng, even thieves aren’t as nervous as you.”

Although Song Shengsheng often had bad intentions in her heart.

But when her eyes rolled, others could tell what she was up to.

She couldn’t even do bad things properly.

Fu Cheng thought that Song Shengsheng was probably the most clueless person he had ever met. He didn’t know who she learned from, but she had made herself so stupid.

Song Shengsheng didn’t care what he was sneering at. She went into the bedroom and opened the letter.

Shen Zhishu’s handwriting was as beautiful as ever.

The penmanship on the letter paper was clean and neat, yet imbued with endless affection.

What Shen Zhishu wrote in the letter was actually very restrained.

He just asked her why she had left Yangcheng without a word and asked her if she was doing well.

There was some money in the envelope.

One hundred yuan, not much, but not little either.

But Song Shengsheng knew that was probably all the money Shen Zhishu had saved.

He had gone to university through the worker-peasant-soldier recommendation system. He had found a work-study opportunity at school, and because he was good at his studies and had good relationships with people.

The organization department and propaganda department of the school would give him any opportunities to make money.

Song Shengsheng put the money into her small iron box.

It contained all the money she had saved, all the money Fu Cheng gave her each month, the extra money she had left over.

The more money she had hidden away, the more secure she felt.

After hiding the money, she had to deal with the letter.

Actually, before this, she and Shen Zhishu had exchanged many letters. She constantly complained to him about all the unhappiness she was experiencing in the military compound.

Shen Zhishu would patiently comfort her every time.

Even this time, he was still worried about whether she was doing well.

Song Shengsheng thought about the plot of her dream. When she was pregnant, she might have really gotten a divorce and married Shen Zhishu.

Since Shen Zhishu might be her husband in the future.

She couldn’t cut off all ties with him.

Song Shengsheng hid the letter in the biscuit box under her bed. It was full of letters that Shen Zhishu had sent her before.

Fu Cheng didn’t know, and he hadn’t noticed.

She hid it so well, he definitely wouldn’t know.

Song Shengsheng knelt on the ground, sticking her butt out, pushing the biscuit box deeper under the bed. When she was done, she stood up and patted the dust off her clothes.

Then she straightened her back and walked out of the bedroom.

Fu Cheng was in the living room, just finishing repairing the broken chairs on the balcony.

When he turned around and saw her rosy complexion, his heart turned cold.

Seeing the letter Shen Zhishu had sent her, she couldn’t help but be happy.

Song Shengsheng noticed his gaze and looked over.

Fu Cheng was only wearing a vest, his biceps bulging with strength. He was still holding pliers, and his strength was visible.

Song Shengsheng flinched, thinking about how these strong, steady hands had wreaked havoc at night.

Her face flushed red and she was afraid.

Song Shengsheng pursed her lips into a slight curve, acting cute as she smiled at him. “Are the chairs fixed?”

She didn’t hesitate to praise him. “Fu Cheng, you’re amazing!”

Fu Cheng saw the charming, seductive look in her eyes, as if she wasn’t worried at all that their love letters would be discovered by him.

But that’s right.

He wasn’t just realizing now that Song Shengsheng was stupid.

She probably thought she had hidden the letter well, but she didn’t know that Fu Cheng had already read it countless times.

Fu Cheng put the pliers away and reached out to grab her waist. She was soft and fragrant in his arms. He lowered his head and pecked her lips, deliberately asking, “You finished reading so quickly? Aren’t you going to write a reply? It’s just right to mail it tomorrow.”

Song Shengsheng stiffened in his arms. She racked her brains and made up a story. “I’ll write back when I have time. Besides, postage is expensive.”

Fu Cheng saw through her but didn’t say anything. She was still the same little liar who would tell any lie.

She said she loved him, but she hadn’t given up on her childhood sweetheart who she almost married.

Song Shengsheng said she loved him, said she couldn’t live without him.

Maybe it wasn’t fake.

She was greedy by nature, perhaps she wanted everything.

She wanted a husband and a lover.

It’s just that in this era, having someone on the side was illegal and would result in a prison sentence. She had to restrain herself.

“The soup is ready. Go drink it first.”

The small pot on the coal stove was steaming.

The rich aroma of meat could make you drool.

Song Shengsheng drank two bowls in one go. The red dates, yam, and ribs all went into her stomach. After she ate her fill, she realized that Fu Cheng hadn’t touched his chopsticks.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“It’s for you. To nourish you.”

Song Shengsheng oh-ed. She suddenly realized that Fu Cheng seemed to take better care of her than she did of him.

She looked at him with her round, black eyes and said, “It’s almost noon. I’ll go to the canteen and get you some food later.”

Fu Cheng originally wanted to say no, but he changed his mind. He said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Song Shengsheng smiled at him. “What are you being polite for? You’re my husband. If I don’t treat you well, who will I treat well?”

Fu Cheng had a faint smile on his lips. Those who knew him knew that this smile was fake, hypocritical.

He didn’t take it to heart at all.

It’s just that Song Shengsheng had never really cared about him or understood him. She didn’t see the coldness in his faint smile.

She was still foolishly thinking that Fu Cheng had been fooled by her sugar-coated bullets!

It wasn’t noon yet.

Song Shengsheng went to the canteen with her lunchbox. The food was excellent for lunch today, with several meat dishes: braised pork with preserved vegetables, stir-fried chicken, and a dish of minced meat with eggs.

Song Shengsheng was getting food at the canteen.

Fu Cheng took her biscuit box out from under the bed. Before opening it, he thought that if she hadn’t put that letter in there.

He would have thought that Song Shengsheng had really given up on Shen Zhishu.

He gently pried open the box.

The letters were neatly stacked, the top one still had Song Shengsheng’s name and the date it was sent.

Fu Cheng opened the letter without any guilt. He lazily scanned the two pages of paper and sneered. The fingertip holding the letter was pinching hard, as if it was about to break and hurt.

Song Shengsheng didn’t know that Fu Cheng had read her letter when she came back.

She happily put the food she had gotten for him on the dining table and started talking. “I specially asked the chef to give you more meat, just in case you weren’t full.”

She skipped over to him, and because it was hot, she was wearing cooler clothes at home: a halter top she had altered herself and a pair of loose pants in the same color.

Her arms were delicate and white, her legs were straight and long.

Her skin was like peeled lychees, so tender and lovable.

Song Shengsheng held his arm, her invisible tail wagging furiously. “Fu Cheng, don’t you think I love you very much?”

She took the opportunity to take credit for herself.

Fu Cheng looked at the tender girl in front of him, and the dark side of his heart was about to be unleashed.

This was his wife, and he could discipline her properly.

Fu Cheng slowly calmed down.

He really didn’t have much appetite now. He put on a cold face, as if someone owed him money. He pushed her hand away and said, “You eat. The army has a temporary mission. I’ll go back.”

If he didn’t leave, he really wanted to strangle her.