Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Letter to My Wife (9)

“Brother, I only have one question I want to ask you!” Miss Cheng’s voice carried a hint of grievance, mixed with unease, as if she had gathered enormous courage just to speak.

“What question?” The one who answered her was Young Master Cheng’s coldness. Unlike the gentle way he treated Jiang Shi Yue, this was pure, complete indifference, his voice colder than the rain.

Perhaps that chill stabbed Miss Cheng in the heart. After a long moment, she took a deep breath and said, word by word, “I only want to know whether the words you said back then had even a shred of sincerity.”

Young Master Cheng’s tone grew impatient. “Which words? I’ve said too many. I forgot long ago.”

Miss Cheng froze slightly. She seemed to force herself to hold back the pain in her heart, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably. “If you truly wish to swear brotherhood, look only to the grove of pines and cypresses. Frost cannot cast them to the ground, and in the cold of years their hearts do not change.”

Young Master Cheng snorted with a laugh, his words full of disdain. “A childish joke from when we were kids, and you took it seriously? Little sister, I didn’t expect that in these past few years, you’d picked up the habit of being sentimental and delusional. Zi Yu and I love each other. Why can’t you stand it? You were an orphan girl, and the Cheng Family has treated you well, but I never thought you’d still harbor other thoughts.”

His words were unbearably cruel. Miss Cheng seemed to stiffen completely. Time passed little by little. After a long while, she suddenly raised her voice, choking with sobs and pain she could not suppress. “Even if it was only my wishful thinking, why did you have to humiliate me?” As she spoke, she flung off Young Master Cheng’s hand and ran away.

Hidden at the corner, Jiang Shi Yue shook her head again.

Humiliated like that by the person she loved, how could Miss Cheng endure this long, endless night?

…

In the middle of the night, Miss Cheng walked toward the pond in a daze. The rain poured down in sheets. Her whole body was drenched, and rain kept dripping from her delicate face, making her look even paler.

What joy was there in living, and what was there to fear in dying? Maybe if she left, it would be a release for everyone, including herself.

But she stopped.

She saw Jiang Shi Yue smiling brightly at her.

Jiang Shi Yue held a maple-red silk umbrella. Her brows and eyes were sweet and clear, curved like crescent moons. She spoke crisply. Even in the rain, her voice was clean and bright. “Miss Cheng, you’re trying to die.”

It was not a question. It was a statement.

Miss Cheng gave a bitter smile, murmuring as if to herself. “You heard it, didn’t you? What meaning is there for me to live? He humiliates me like this now. It’ll be hard to get along in the future, too. If I go, he might feel a little more at ease.”

“You’re really foolish.” Jiang Shi Yue sighed softly, her face full of disagreement. “If someone doesn’t love me, I’ll find someone who loves me more, and I’ll love myself properly too. I won’t punish myself with someone else’s coldness. For me, being happy is what matters most.”

“You don’t understand…” Miss Cheng only smiled bitterly. “You’re still a young girl. How could you understand?”

Miss Cheng’s tears flowed again. It was impossible to tell whether they were tears or rain. Her face was still full of sorrow, her heart still being torn into fine strips and trampled by others. At this moment, she completely ignored Jiang Shi Yue’s voice. She only saw Jiang Shi Yue blocking her, not letting her jump down.

Miss Cheng slowly pulled a knife from her sleeve. The blade shone white. In the next instant, she stabbed it hard into her own chest.

Ripping pain tangled around her. Her heart hurt so much, yet she could not even tell what kind of pain it was.