Chapter 29: Too much ! ! !

Song Shengsheng couldn’t do anything with her child. She coaxed him several times, but he wouldn’t take the clothes off. In the end, he even said arrogantly, since it was a gift for him, it was his.

He didn’t think anything was wrong with the fit at all!

Song Shengsheng pinched her son’s cute and adorable little face. Thinking about her son’s cold personality in a decade or two, she couldn’t help but smile.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, he was willing to help her deal with her funeral after she abandoned him. He couldn’t be called unfilial.

Song Shengsheng also made a shirt for Fu Cheng.

The sewing machine at home was bought for her by Fu Cheng when they got married. The watch, which cost several hundred yuan, was also a wedding gift for her.

It’s just that she used the sewing machine less often. In the past, she only used it to make clothes, skirts, and underwear for herself.

She could only occasionally remember her son and husband.

The buttons on the shirt were also specially bought by Song Shengsheng at the state-owned department store. They were imported from Guangzhou. She even gritted her teeth and chose buttons with better quality.

She wasn’t sure about other things.

But she had already noticed that Fu Cheng, while seemingly easygoing, was actually a very picky person.

He basically chose the best things for everything he used.

He couldn’t help it. He wouldn’t use inferior products as substitutes.

Song Shengsheng took out the shirt, thinking that she would give it to Fu Cheng later at night. He was just a cold man, wasn’t he? She didn’t believe that her charm couldn’t win over his military uniform!

When Fu Cheng came back that night, he was still the same as before, bringing back food from the canteen.

They were all meat dishes. He didn’t seem to care about money or coupons.

Song Shengsheng didn’t notice anything wrong with the man at first. After dinner, she vaguely realized that he seemed a little cold and didn’t talk much.

Song Shengsheng took out the shirt she had made for him. “Try it on. See if anything doesn’t fit. I’ll help you adjust it.”

Fu Cheng glanced at it, his thin lips slightly pursed, his tone indifferent. “Put it away. I’ll try it on when I have time.”

Fu Cheng was still angry.

The man who was usually calm and collected in his work, surprisingly lacked composure when it came to matters of the heart.

He would be jealous, angry, and want revenge.

Fu Cheng thought, since she insisted on thinking about someone else and couldn’t follow him wholeheartedly, why should he care about her?

Wasn’t that just cheap?

Fu Cheng thought gloomily, let’s just live like this for now. We’ll talk about the future later.

As for his parents, he had already bought train tickets to go back to the capital next month, to take her to meet them.

He would come back before his vacation.

This afternoon, Fu Cheng went to get his tickets refunded.

He had bought the tickets through connections.

Song Shengsheng didn’t know what was wrong with him, but she was a little afraid of his indifferent demeanor. He wasn’t actually arrogant, but it inexplicably made her feel a huge distance between them.

Her heart ached a little.

She walked up to him and gently shook his arm. “Try it on first, husband. I’ve been working on it for days, and my hands are sore.”

Fu Cheng observed the expression on her face. She looked a little wronged, a little pitiful. This was her usual trick.

Fu Cheng slowly pulled his hand away and said, “No rush. I brought back several new ones from home last time.”

Song Shengsheng was both angry and wronged. She had really been working on it for days, and she had even accidentally pricked her finger with a needle while sewing on the buttons.

This stinky man! He was so reluctant?

Did he really dislike her that much? If he disliked her, why did he sleep with her every day!

It was too much.

Fu Cheng was so ungrateful. Song Shengsheng also slowly started to get angry. Her mouth gradually pouted. She wanted to throw the clothes away and leave.

Next time.

She wouldn’t make clothes for him anymore.

Good intentions were met with ingratitude. He was a stubborn, unappreciative stone. She couldn’t help but think about how good Shen Zhishu was.

Shen Zhishu even asked in his letter if she was doing well, if she was happy, if she had enough money.

He was incredibly thoughtful.

She really wanted to get angry, ignore the ending of this period novel where she died in poverty, and run off to find Shen Zhishu.

But although Song Shengsheng thought about it gloomily, she was still cowardly and afraid of death.

She was so spoiled that she didn’t want to suffer at all.

She was also very afraid of pain. If Fu Cheng used a little force at night, she would whine and sulk.

She was really afraid of dying a painful death.

That’s why she was so patient and kind to him!

Song Shengsheng slept facing away from Fu Cheng that night, biting her lip angrily, silently deciding that she would ignore him for at least three days.

Tomorrow, she would take the shirt to Mrs. Liu and give it to her son, who was about to join the army.

Fu Cheng didn’t want it anyway. It was better to give it to someone else.

For several days, the atmosphere at home was off.

When Song Shengsheng was sulking, she would rather bite her lip than talk to him.

Fu Cheng was still the same as before, seemingly unchanged on the surface.

He would leave early and return late. He would also come back at noon to help her wash her lunchbox.

He had been stewing nourishing soup for her for several days.

He had actually made her plumper, her complexion was rosy, looking like someone who was carefully nurtured.

Song Shengsheng didn’t understand what Fu Cheng meant.

He wasn’t cold, but he wasn’t warm either.

If she had to use an adjective, it would be polite and considerate.

He did everything a husband should do. He was a little too polite!

Song Shengsheng felt suffocated. She had used her beauty trick a couple of times, but it was lukewarm and didn’t seem to work at all!

She sulked for a few days and didn’t cause any trouble.

One day, when Fu Cheng came back at noon to wash her lunchbox, she lowered her head and said politely, “You don’t have to come back so hard. I can wash it myself.”