Chapter 73 Seventy-three

When Chen Yun called Song Fenglin's name, she actually didn't mean to say anything, but it seemed that as long as she started, the rest of the words came out naturally.

She sat up straight and smiled bitterly: "I just scolded Chen Xiyang, but if you think about it carefully, how are he and I different?"

Song Fenglin sat up and retorted hastily: "How can we be the same, you..."

Chen Yun didn't let him finish the rest of the sentence and interrupted: "I'm not as good as him. At least he really feels that he has paid a lot. As for me, I know that I am a vested interest, but I still remain silent."

Song Fenglin didn't like her using the word "benefit", as if this was a transaction: "Don't make yourself sound like a bad person."

Chen Yun insisted: "I am a bad person."

Song Fenglin felt that she said this just like his daughter who has been insisting that she is no longer a naive child. Somehow he wanted to laugh and used the tone of coaxing a child: "Not bad, not bad."

Chen Yun got angry for some reason: "I'm talking to you seriously!"

Her tone became higher, and Song Fenglin was stunned and apologized subconsciously.

The more this happened, the more powerless Chen Yun felt: "Sometimes I really hope you can lose your temper with me."

Song Fenglin couldn't understand: "Isn't it better not to quarrel?"

Chen Yun: "Listen to me."

"I have a bad temper and like to find fault no matter what. I will turn my face away from you when I am unhappy. I will also take my anger out on you when I get angry outside. My parents love me so much, but they also have times when they quarrel with me. But we have been married for ten years and have never quarreled." "

I was very satisfied at first. After all, who doesn't like to be like an emperor? My parents can feel at ease, and the children don't have to face family conflicts. But later I felt it was unreal. How could someone keep giving in? More than one person told me that you are incredibly good."

"I also thought it was impossible, and I kept thinking about it. For a while, I kept reading those detective novels, and the husbands who were always tolerant in the novels eventually became murderers."

At this point, Song Fenglin's eyes widened. She probably didn't expect that she had suspected that she would become a murderer, and her expression showed a bit of grievance.

The next second, Chen Yun said: "But I don't think you will. You will probably cut yourself if you get angry."

Song Fenglin actually nodded in agreement, without any intention of fighting for his own life.

Chen Yun couldn't help but sigh and started the conversation again: "From childhood to adulthood, my parents' attention has been on me. They have poured all their time, emotion and money into me."

"I haven't told you, there was a time when I was particularly suspicious that they were so good to me because they didn't have a son. I deliberately didn't study hard and got the last place in the exams. I also found fault with everything at home."

"That year, they worked really hard to make money, and the family bought a second house in my name. Mom said it didn't matter if you didn't like studying, as long as you didn't do bad things. At that time

, I swore to be a child that people could be proud of." She paused here slowly. Song Fenglin thought she meant to stop there, and said, "You definitely are."

Chen Yun: "But it's very tiring."

Even if no one asked her to, she forced herself to take out something that could match the love in exchange. Who knew that after passing the first hurdle exhausted, there would be another one.

She really had nothing, and even the emotions she could give had become scarce. Instead, she felt lost as each day passed. She smiled bitterly, "Sometimes I even hope they love me less. Isn't that very ungrateful?"

Song Fenglin wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't.

He seemed to understand what Chen Yun said, but also seemed not to understand it at all, and he looked at a loss.

Chen Yun couldn't say any more.

She used to thank God for letting her meet good people, and now she understands the saying "everyone has his own retribution". If she could enjoy all this with peace of mind, perhaps everything would be calm, but she just couldn't do it. She didn't even have the courage to look Song Fenglin in the face at this moment.

Song Fenglin didn't even look at her, but stared at the colorful quilt.

The atmosphere at the moment almost suffocated him, especially when he thought of the hysteria before his parents' divorce many years ago. The scene before him seemed to have an extra layer of illusion, and he had to pinch his palms.

The pain brought his soul back to its place: "I won't let you be too tired."

He lay down first and covered his head with the quilt: "Go to sleep, it's late."

Chen Yun didn't expect him to react like this: "You..."

Song Fenglin called her name loudly, trying his best to stop the following content: "Chen Yun."

He showed a pair of sad eyes: "Stop talking, okay?"

In the void, it seemed as if a pair of hands were strangling Chen Yun's throat.

She could only utter one word: "Okay."

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The room fell into darkness again, so quiet that even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard, but Chen Yun knew that Song Fenglin must not be asleep.

What would he be thinking? What will happen tomorrow?

Chen Yun went over all the worst possible outcomes in her mind, but suddenly found that she didn't have the courage to bear them.

She really didn't want to wait for an unknown judgment, or maybe she was fearless because she knew she was favored. Even at this point, she still felt certain and moved her hand slowly, slowly, slowly.

As if sensing something, Song Fenglin turned over and avoided her approach.

Chen Yun felt like he was slapped in the face, his mind went blank, and a heavy burden weighed on his heart.

At this moment, she began to regret what she had just said.