vstars Chapter 149 He doesn't understand!
Chapter 149 He doesn't understand!
She lay on the bed dressed in pure white, her jet-black hair spread out on the pillow, her skin as white as fine porcelain, which shimmered with a thin layer of light when illuminated by the lamp.
He remembered how smooth and soft the skin was when he lowered his head to kiss it; it felt like his lips were touching a warm piece of jade.
Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand; when he pinched it, his fingertips sank into the soft flesh, the texture was astonishingly delicate. And her legs, white and straight, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, were light and soft when she curled up and rubbed against him.
Every part of her body was stunningly beautiful, and he was completely mesmerized. Her voice was also lovely, melodious and sweet, her soft moans and whimpers in his ear making him feel like a machine running at full throttle, tireless and wishing he could die on top of her.
The damp spring rain fell in waves, truly making us feel like we were made of water.
As he pondered this, Cheng Zheng's breathing became heavier.
I miss her, I miss her so much.
I really want to cuddle his precious baby while we sleep.
I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it, and I'm getting sleepy again because I'm thinking about it.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark. He tried to calm himself down for a while, but it didn't work. Finally, he got up in the middle of the night and took a cold shower.
Tomorrow, just tomorrow I can be with his baby forever.
We're inseparable every day.
the next day.
Cheng Zheng got up as soon as it was light.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he changed into his crisp uniform and straightened his collar in front of the mirror, buttoning the top button. The person in the mirror had a cold and stern expression, a high nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and eyes that were much brighter than usual. The corners of his lips were slightly upturned.
He took one last look, was very satisfied, and then went out.
He walked straight down the road, head held high, full of vigor, each step feeling like he was walking on clouds.
The sky was blue, the wind was warm, and even the bare yellow earth by the roadside looked more pleasing to the eye.
He had lived for over twenty years, and never before had he felt that even the air was sweet like this.
On his way to the factory, Cheng Zheng deliberately took a detour to Lin Shuyao's favorite steamed bun shop to buy steamed buns.
Several people were already lined up in front of the shop. He stood in the queue, a package of oil paper tucked into his arms, waiting for the steaming hot buns to come out of the pot.
"Hey, cousin, out buying steamed buns so early?"
Cheng Zheng turned his head and saw Cheng Hao walking over, wearing a shirt and trousers, his hair slicked back, his chin held high, and a smug look on his face.
Cheng Zheng ignored him.
"Thanks to Grandpa, I'm going to report to the Foreign Affairs Department today, and I don't even have to translate any documents. I can just drink tea and read the newspaper. It's even higher than my salary at Factory 306!" Cheng Hao shook the briefcase in his hand, his voice filled with undisguised pride.
Cheng Zheng didn't even glance at him. He paid, took the steamed buns, and walked past him without looking at him.
Cheng Hao's smug expression froze instantly.
What's with the attitude?!
He cursed and turned to chase after him, saying, "Cheng Zheng, what are you so arrogant about in front of me! If it weren't for your uncle and grandfather, how could you have become the factory representative? Do you really think you could have done it on your own? You're not any more noble than me!"
Cheng Zheng didn't stop walking, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. He was clearly ignoring him.
Cheng Hao was embarrassed, and his anger flared up. He rushed up to Cheng Zheng and blocked his way: "Hmph! You bought those steamed buns for Shen Qing, didn't you? Too bad, she's your cousin. You two are destined to be apart. You're just like me, you can only dream about her in your hearts, you'll never have her."
He sneered, a hint of malicious pleasure on his face.
This time, Cheng Zheng stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his gaze calmly landing on Cheng Hao's face, a slow smile curving his lips: "Who says I can only think about it in my heart? Shen Qing and I aren't related by blood. We're in love, and we're going to get our marriage certificate today."
He paused, then took a step forward, his hawk-like eyes looking down at Cheng Hao, his tone carrying a warning: "As for you, remember your place, and don't show your face in front of her again. Otherwise, I'll make sure you get out of the Foreign Affairs Department just like you did in the first place."
After saying that, he turned around decisively and strode away, not giving Cheng Hao a chance to speak again.
Cheng Hao stood there, his face turning pale and then flushed, all the smugness he felt from today's report completely gone.
He originally thought that with his mother's fuss and Shen Qing's identity, Cheng Zheng and Shen Qing were definitely doomed, but he never expected that the two of them would actually get their marriage certificate!
The thought of Cheng Zheng marrying such a beautiful wife made his heart ache, as if pricked by needles.
Now I finally understand how his mother felt when facing his aunt!
Why is Cheng Zheng so successful in everything – a good job, a good marriage, and everything else?!
That's unfair! That's unfair!
Cheng Zheng didn't care what Cheng Hao was feeling.
Nothing is more important than him getting his marriage certificate with his sweetheart.
Before eight o'clock, Cheng Zheng arrived at the dormitory building.
He tucked the oil paper package containing the buns into his bosom to keep them warm, and waited patiently, glancing at his watch every now and then: 8:15, 8:30, 8:45.
Waiting is sweet, waiting is so sweet, waiting is so sweet that smiles appear on one's face.
I've never felt the joy of waiting so wonderful.
Until nine o'clock, many female employees came out of the dormitory building one after another, but Lin Shuyao was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she was too tired yesterday and couldn't get up. Let her sleep a little longer. Anyway, we have a whole day today, so there's no rush.
Cheng Zheng walked to the reception room and handed the steamed buns to the dormitory manager: "Sister Zhang, could you please help me deliver breakfast to Comrade Shen Qing's dormitory?"
Sister Zhang took the steamed buns and paused for a moment: "Representative, did you bring breakfast for Comrade Shen? But she's not in the dormitory."
"Not here?" Cheng Zheng frowned slightly.
"Yes, Comrade Shen went out around nine o'clock last night, and I didn't see her come back until I locked the door." As she spoke, Sister Zhang seemed to remember something and took a thick brown paper file folder from the drawer and handed it to her. "Oh right, she asked me to give this to you before she left."
Cheng Zheng looked at the brown paper bag, reached out and took it, then walked to the side and opened it.
Inside was a stack of handwritten translation materials, densely packed with neat handwriting, and several detailed drawings were also attached.
He glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat—this was the very engine technical data they had been holding back for months!
The Soviet experts consistently refused to give them the complete version, revealing it bit by bit each time, and they had to actively beg and plead before the Soviets would divulge even a small detail. As for the design drawings, the Soviets were even more tight-lipped about them.
Unexpectedly, Shen Qing managed to get them all.
Just as I was marveling at it, a small red notebook slipped out of the documents and fell to the ground.
Cheng Zheng bent down to pick it up, opened it, and his face instantly turned cold and sullen.
He returned the bankbook he had given her to him!
Why?
A vague unease rose from the bottom of Cheng Zheng's heart, spreading to every part of his body, like an invisible net that completely ensnared him.
He clutched the passbook tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white and the veins on the back of his hand standing out. Without thinking, he lifted his leg and ran upstairs.
Lin Shuyao's room is on the third floor.
Cheng Zheng rushed over in three steps and stood at the door of her room.
The door was ajar; it wasn't closed at all.
He held his breath, paused at the door for a second, and then slowly raised his hand to push the door open.
The blankets on the bed were still there, neatly folded, and the basin and towels were still on the washstand. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the unease in his heart had not completely dissipated. He stepped inside, his gaze falling on the wardrobe against the wall.
The wardrobe wasn't locked; the padlock, key in hand, hung there precariously. He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as he touched the lock, as if something was slowly sinking in his chest. He removed the lock, took a deep breath, and pulled open the wardrobe door—
Empty and desolate.
There was nothing there.
Her clothes, all the odds and ends she had collected, were gone.
Cheng Zheng froze, then quickly looked down at the area under the bed. The place where she kept her shoes was clean, and her only duffel bag was nowhere to be found!
He crouched down, stared at the empty ground for a few seconds, swallowed slowly, feeling something burning in his throat, the burning pain traveling up to his chest. He suddenly stood up, rushed out of the room, his footsteps echoing rapidly in the empty corridor.
I ran all the way to the gatehouse at the factory gate, where the same old man, Zhou, was on duty as last night, drinking water from his teacup.
"Master Zhou!" Cheng Zheng's voice was urgent and deep. "Did you see Comrade Shen Qing leave last night? Which direction did she go?"
Old Zhou was startled. He put down his teacup and thought for a moment, "I saw her, I saw her. It was quite late last night, and the wind was so strong. Comrade Shen was carrying a duffel bag, her face was deathly pale from the wind, and her eyes seemed a little swollen. I asked her where she was going, and she said she was going to the guesthouse to visit relatives. But when I turned around, I saw a bus coming, and Comrade Shen got on. I was thinking, isn't the 338 the bus that goes to the train station? Could she be going to pick up relatives at the train station?"
TRAIN STATION?
They left last night?!
The missing luggage, returning his bankbook, pestering him for a whole day and night...
All the fragments I hadn't thought about before strung together, and a certain guess I dared not think about instantly stabbed into my mind like a knife—she's gone!
Realizing this, it was as if something exploded in Cheng Zheng's mind. All the sounds and light were instantly drained away, leaving only a buzzing tinnitus echoing in his skull.
Do not!
He refused to believe it and rushed to the train station.
The train station waiting hall was noisy. As soon as he rushed in, someone patted him on the shoulder.
"Ah Zheng? What are you doing here?"
Cheng Zheng turned his head and saw his childhood friend Zhang Yang, who was wearing a railway police uniform, holding a police baton in one hand, and looking at him with a surprised expression.
"Zhang Yang," Cheng Zheng grabbed his arm, his voice tight, "Do me a favor. Check if there was a passenger named Shen Qing on any train that departed from Beijing North after nine o'clock last night."
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed. The name Shen Qing had long been known throughout the family compound, so of course he knew who she was.
"She's not your... "
"Okay." Cheng Zheng interrupted him, "Help me check it out as soon as possible."
Seeing his reddened eyes, Zhang Yang realized the seriousness of the situation: "I'll go ask the colleague who was on duty last night. You wait here."
Soon, Zhang Yang returned.
"Ah Zheng, there were two trains departing from Beijing North after 9 PM last night, one heading to Guangzhou at 10 PM and the other heading northwest at 10:30 PM." He paused, "I checked the ticket information registered by the ticket sellers, and Shen Qing's name wasn't on either train. If you're sure she took the train last night, she must have used a different name."
Another name?
Did you even change your name so he wouldn't find you?
Cheng Zheng stood there, stunned, bloodshot eyes gradually filling his vision. People came and went behind him, the noise surging and receding like a tide, but he couldn't hear anything. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fixed on a void, like a statue whose soul had been ripped away, abandoned in the middle of the crowd.
"Ah Zheng? What happened?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask when he didn't react for a while.
Cheng Zheng did not respond.
He couldn't hear anything, and walked aimlessly through the waiting hall, pushed open the wooden-framed glass door, and went to the steps outside.
The wind was strong, making his eyes dry and sore. He felt like something was blocking his chest, making it hard to breathe. His heartbeat was heavy and dull, each beat making his ribs ache.
Only now did he belatedly realize that she had been planning this all along, from yesterday, from the day before yesterday, or even earlier!
They even changed their names and abandoned their identities!
And he, like a fool, eagerly awaited this day, waiting to get the marriage certificate, waiting to marry her!
But why?
Why leave?
Why did you leave without saying goodbye?
He doesn't understand!