Chapter 38: Not good for her at all

Song Shengsheng felt her son was like a pitiful little mouse, cautious and full of anticipation.

The bed in the master bedroom wasn’t actually that big.

It was a bit cramped for three people to sleep on, and Song Shengsheng felt that she wasn’t a good sleeper. She was also afraid of the heat.

She thought her son would be hot and sweaty if he slept in her arms, and it would be uncomfortable.

She stammered, not knowing how to answer.

Fu Cheng lifted his eyelids and looked at her casually, seeing her hesitation clearly.

He thought to himself, she really couldn’t even pretend well.

She kept making mistakes.

Such a trivial matter, she was so hesitant, she had been thinking about it for so long, unwillingly.

Fu Cheng scooped his son out of her arms. “We’ll talk about tonight’s things later, go and do the homework your teacher assigned you first.”

Although Fu Luochi said okay and it was fine,

But his mother didn’t agree to his little request, and he was a little unhappy.

The boy hugged his schoolbag tightly and went into his small room sulking. He took out his textbook from his schoolbag, and big pearl-like tears fell on the cover of the textbook.

Fu Luochi wouldn’t cry out loud or make a scene when he was sad.

He would just be quiet like this, secretly hiding and wiping away his tears.

Fu Cheng wasn’t surprised by Song Shengsheng’s disappointment, he had gotten used to it, and he didn’t think much of it.

He looked at her and took out two train tickets.

He also had the work certificate and letter of introduction prepared beforehand.

He said, “We’re going back to the capital the day after tomorrow.”

Song Shengsheng looked at the train tickets and thought that Fu Cheng was quite capable, he got the tickets without making a fuss.

Train tickets were not easy to get in this era.

Without a letter of introduction, it was even more difficult.

Song Shengsheng had never been on a train in her life, and she was a little excited. She looked at him timidly. “Does the train run fast? Is it faster than the horses raised by the commune?”

Such a stupid question.

Only Song Shengsheng could ask it.

Fu Cheng actually hated stupidity, but he was surprisingly patient with her silly words.

“Faster than horses.”

“Is the door of the train carriage strong? Will it be blown away by the wind?”

Fu Cheng answered her seriously. “It will.”

Song Shengsheng seemed to be really scared, she always thought the train, this thundering behemoth, was scary.

She suddenly lost her courage and hesitated. “What about the people on the train? What happens to them? They’ll die if they get blown away, right?”

Fu Cheng’s dark eyes looked at her deeply, and he suddenly remembered Lu Chenyuan’s evaluation of her – a country bumpkin.

She was indeed rustic.

Stupid.

And a bit bad.

Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows and said with an unchanged expression, “They will die.”

Song Shengsheng had seen a train crash in the mountains near her home when she was young. The front and rear carriages were both broken in half.

The scene left an indelible psychological shadow on her.

So she was still afraid when she thought about it now.

She asked in a small voice, “Can you hold me tight? I don’t want to be broken in half.”

It would be too ugly.

And it would hurt.

Fu Cheng met her eager gaze, her dark eyes looked like washed black glass, without any impurities, incredibly clean.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, he pretended to think seriously, and then deliberately refused her. “I can’t.”

Song Shengsheng thought Fu Cheng was really bad.

She tried to suppress her unhappiness. “Then I’ll just hold you tight.”

Fu Cheng said, “You can.”

Song Shengsheng had many more brainless questions,

Like what if the train suddenly exploded? What if it derailed and fell off the bridge?

And many, many more, with strange angles.

“Do we need to bring our own bed sheets and pillowcases?”

“Can I stay awake? You know I’m very sensitive to beds.”

“Oh, right, how much food do we need to bring? Do we need to share it with other people on the train?”

Fu Cheng was patient at first, answering them one by one.

Later, he gradually lost his patience.

He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Then he interrupted her. “If you keep talking, I’ll kiss you again.”

Song Shengsheng was afraid of pain, and she was also afraid of being bitten.

She covered her mouth with her hand and said sheepishly, “I won’t say anything anymore.”

What’s the big deal! He wasn’t nice to her at all.

Song Shengsheng turned and went back to the bedroom. She had to make several skirts with the fabric she brought back from the supply and marketing cooperative today.

She could also make a few pairs of socks with the extra scraps, to wear herself.

It was a way to make money and save money.

Song Shengsheng first drew a rough outline of the skirt on paper. Of course, she didn’t know what a design draft was, she just drew it randomly.

Then she used the sewing machine to slowly bring the design on the paper to life.

The skirts Song Shengsheng made were very flattering and didn’t discriminate against anyone’s figure.

Most of the employees at the supply and marketing cooperative were young girls, and of course, they loved beauty. They wanted to dress themselves up beautifully.

Seeing how beautiful Song Shengsheng was, she didn’t need to do much to look radiant and youthful every day.

They couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because of her clothes.

Maybe they would look as beautiful as her if they wore the same skirts as her.

It was this thought that made Song Shengsheng’s little tailoring business flourish.

She was “buried in her work” in the bedroom.

Fu Cheng went into his son’s room. He wasn’t surprised to see his son’s red eyes.

Fu Luochi buried his face in the blanket when he saw his father, not wanting to see anyone.

The child’s personality was both like his father and like his mother.

His obedient side was mostly shown in front of his mother.

His proud and cold side was shown to everyone else.

Fu Cheng walked over and dug him out of the blanket. Seeing the tears that hadn’t dried on his face, he said lightly, “What’s there to cry about for such a small thing.”

Fu Luochi turned his face away. He said, “Does Mom not like you, so she doesn’t like me either?”

Fu Cheng didn’t deny it, he just squeezed his face a little harder. “Don’t you think she really likes you now?”

Fu Luochi sniffed and said with a mix of grievance and anger, “Uncle Lu is right, Mom didn’t want me back then.”

Fu Cheng still didn’t deny it.

This was his son, his psychology shouldn’t be so fragile.

He rubbed his hair and chuckled. “You pretend to be obedient in front of her, but now you’re being fierce.”

Fu Luochi’s little pearls were hanging on his eyelashes, falling one by one.

Fu Cheng continued. “She can’t see you crying when you hide, and she won’t feel sorry for you.”

“If she doesn’t like you, so be it.”

“But when you were born, she was very happy, and she didn’t not want you.”

The boy’s tears hung on his trembling eyelashes. He looked at his father, his eyes trembling with broken tears. “Dad, you’re not lying, are you?”

Fu Cheng said, “No.”

When the child was just born, she was clumsy in taking care of him. She would wake up every now and then in the middle of the night, remembering to feed him and change his diapers.

She also made many little clothes for the child.

Cute styles, the ones in the shops outside hadn’t seen them, he didn’t know where she learned them from.

Fu Luochi was handsome, even when he was only a few months old, he was very likable. He had white and tender skin, big dark eyes.

He liked to smile.

Especially when he smiled at her.

It was just that in the few years after their marriage, she gradually fell in love with someone else, and she gradually lost all feelings for the child.

Fu Cheng comforted his son without any surprise, then went to the bedroom.

She was tinkering with her clothes in front of the sewing machine again. Fu Cheng glanced at it, his gaze paused, and he asked casually, “Didn’t you make a pair of long pants a few days ago? Did you finish them?”

Song Shengsheng nodded. “Yeah.”

Fu Cheng pursed his lips and didn’t say he wanted to try them on.

He wanted to wait for her to say it first.

But after waiting for a while, she didn’t seem to have any intention of doing so.

Then, Fu Cheng heard her say, “That set of clothes was made for Sister Wang’s relatives back home. Cotton fabric, breathable and durable, I’ve already sent them over.”