Chapter 30: Heartache

Fu Cheng paused when he heard this, his lips forming a cold, straight line. He said, “It’s nothing.”

Then, the man’s gaze, with a hint of meaning, fixed on her. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to see me?”

Song Shengsheng was lazy. She didn’t want to do anything at home that she didn’t have to.

Washing dishes and laundry, she always felt it was hard on her hands.

In the first two years of their marriage, Fu Cheng had many missions. Sometimes he was busy training and didn’t have time to come back at noon.

By night, he could hear her muttering softly, complaining in a whiny voice, “I was boiling water to wash the lunchbox today, and I accidentally burned my hand on the coal stove. It’s going to die.”

Then she would blink her eyes and ask him, “Why didn’t you come back at noon? Were you really that busy? My hand is burned, and I even ran it under water.”

After that day, Fu Cheng basically wouldn’t let her do those chores.

If he couldn’t make it back in time for lunch, he would have her leave the lunchbox alone and wait for him to wash it when he came back at night.

Song Shengsheng was startled by Fu Cheng’s sudden question, and her heart sank even further. In his eyes, she never did anything right.

No matter what, it always seemed like she had bad intentions.

Song Shengsheng lowered her head and didn’t look at him. “No, I was afraid of bothering you.”

He was being polite to her.

She was also being polite to him.

Fu Cheng looked at her head. She was dressed casually at home, wearing a white cotton shirt and a skirt she had made herself.

The skirt was cinched at the waist, accentuating her figure.

Her hair was tied in a loose braid, resting on her chest, with a few strands of soft hair falling down.

She looked obedient and pretty, but her words were chilling.

Fu Cheng smiled, a faint, cold smile. He said, “Why weren’t you afraid of bothering me before? Now you’re suddenly so considerate.”

If you listened carefully, you could hear the icy sharpness in the man’s words.

After Fu Cheng finished speaking, he picked up his uniform jacket, which was hanging on the back of the chair, and looked at her again, his dark eyes filled with a love and hate that no one seemed to notice.

He said, “Song Shengsheng, if you’re going to lie, lie for longer. Don’t be so impatient.”

Fu Cheng returned to the army.

Song Shengsheng didn’t realize he had left until she heard the sound of the door closing.

She went back to the bedroom, took the shirt out of the closet, and went to Mrs. Liu’s house next door.

Mrs. Liu was surprised to see her come.

Song Shengsheng rarely visited. Mrs. Liu wiped her wet hands and asked, “Shengsheng, what’s wrong?”

Song Shengsheng handed her the neatly folded shirt. “Mrs. Liu, I made a shirt a couple of days ago. Jianhua should be able to wear it.”

Mrs. Liu touched the fabric of the shirt. “Such good material. It would be a waste to give it to him. You should give it to your husband, Regiment Commander Fu.”

Song Shengsheng hummed in her heart. Fu Cheng wouldn’t appreciate it. If she gave it to him, it would be like throwing pearls before swine.

“Mrs. Liu, I told you not to be so polite. I was originally going to make it for him, but he tried it on and it didn’t fit well. It would be a waste to leave it there if he can’t wear it. Jianhua might as well have it.”

Mrs. Liu was relieved when she heard this. She couldn’t help but be happy. This material was rare.

She usually had trouble buying it at the state-owned department store!

“Then I won’t be polite. Thank you, Shengsheng.”

Mrs. Liu turned around and went home. She brought her some fruits and vegetables from her own garden. She also felt that Shengsheng was becoming more and more likable.

She was delicate and sweet-tongued.

Mrs. Liu thought, as long as she was willing to stay and live a good life, Regiment Commander Fu wouldn’t be at a loss at all!

Song Shengsheng also felt a little heartbroken when she gave the shirt away.

After all, that piece of fabric cost her several cloth coupons. She hadn’t even been willing to use it on herself.

Mrs. Liu’s youngest son was twenty years old this year. He was 1.8 meters tall and very handsome.

He went out that afternoon wearing the shirt.

The young man looked sharp and handsome in the shirt.

Fu Cheng came back from the army in the evening and happened to see the young man who had just filled out his enlistment papers.

His gaze suddenly stopped. “Jianhua.”

The young man saluted him and then grinned, his voice loud. “Brother Fu!”

Fu Cheng pursed his lips and asked, “Did you buy new clothes?”

The young man scratched his head and continued to grin foolishly. “Brother Fu, my mom said it was a gift from your wife. I have to thank your wife! This shirt looks really good on me. Your wife is so nice, hehehe.”

Fu Cheng remained silent for a long time. He didn’t say anything for a long time.

That night, Song Shengsheng came back from the bathhouse and was ready to go to sleep.

She had also gone to the supply and marketing cooperative during the day. Because of Sister Wang’s help, and because she was beautiful and flattered people, she had successfully passed the job interview.

The manager of the supply and marketing cooperative told her to report to work in a couple of days.

Things were going even smoother than she had expected. She had thought it would be very difficult.

Song Shengsheng put on her face cream and was about to go to bed. She didn’t notice Fu Cheng’s expression tonight.

Because it was hot, she took off her outer clothes, leaving only a small top.

The girl’s skin was as white as milk, her chest was full and round, and her long legs were slender and straight under her hot pants.

She usually dressed like this, with a hint of seduction in her mind.

Tonight, she was really hot. Fu Cheng’s body was like ice, but she didn’t want to touch him at all. She was still sulking with him over the shirt incident.

She thought tonight would be another night of silence.

But as soon as she turned off the lights, Song Shengsheng’s wrist was grabbed by the man beside her, her hand was pressed against the top of her head. She felt a thrilling sense of oppression. She heard Fu Cheng ask her, “Where’s the shirt you made for me?”

Song Shengsheng turned her head, but the next second, he grabbed her chin and twisted her head back.

He was very forceful, leaving no room for refusal.

Her eyelashes fluttered twice. She said, “Didn’t you say you brought back several new ones from the capital? I gave it to Mrs. Liu. Her son is about to join the army. He’s just the right size.”

She gave him a hypocritical excuse. “The material of the shirt isn’t that good. You might not be comfortable wearing it.”

Fu Cheng stared at her indifferent expression, his heart filled with a hatred that made his teeth itch. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he warned her through gritted teeth, “Song Shengsheng, don’t give my things to others.”

Song Shengsheng’s wrist hurt from his grip. She struggled but couldn’t break free. She said, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want it?”

Why was it his? He was so domineering and unreasonable.

Fu Cheng lifted his eyelids. “I never said I didn’t want it.”

Seeing that she didn’t respond, he pursed his lips and said, “Otherwise, however you give it away, I’ll take it back.”

He wasn’t afraid of losing face.

He didn’t care what others thought.

He had said what he needed to say. He didn’t know if Song Shengsheng had listened.

But it didn’t matter. Fu Cheng would make her remember.

Otherwise, she would always be like this, treating him poorly.

After Fu Cheng finished speaking, he leaned in and kissed her. He had been restraining himself for several nights. Tonight, he didn’t hold back at all.

When it was over, he let the seemingly dying girl lean against his chest, and she slept soundly.

Song Shengsheng started to have dreams in the middle of the night.

Every time she was about to give up, she would be scared by the plot of the book, as if it was forcing her to change the script and move forward.

This time, she saw a scene from the book where she and Fu Cheng had been divorced for several years!

She seemed to have gone to Hong Kong in the book. It wasn’t the villa from last time, but a more luxurious building.

Fu Cheng seemed to have arrived in Hong Kong, looking weary. He looked at her protruding belly in surprise, the bloodshot in his eyes was clearly visible. He didn’t seem to expect her to be pregnant again.

He pressed his hoarse voice, with a hint of suppressed resentment and a hint of a plea that was hard to understand. “Song Shengsheng, are you really going to marry him? Are you really not coming back with me?”