Chapter Forty-Eight: Jealousy

"After this little break, school will start again soon. I really don’t want to go through military training," Luo Yixia said with a sigh.

But soon, her spirits lifted. "I heard from my mother that Brother Zeming is coming back, is that true?"

Luo Yixia rushed over to Song Chengyi, her face alight with excitement as she asked.

Yet the moment she sweetly called out “Brother Zeming,” Song Chengyi felt an inexplicable surge of irritation. He had almost forgotten over these past days that this little girl had once liked his older brother, even going so far as to deliver him a love letter.

Song Chengyi's gaze grew noticeably colder.

"If you're so curious, why don't you ask him yourself?" he said, brushing past Luo Yixia and walking ahead without another word.

Luo Yixia, oblivious to Song Chengyi’s anger, simply followed after him in her usual silly way.

"No, I haven’t spoken to Brother Zeming in ages. He’s so busy every day, when would he ever have time to talk to me?" she replied, her tone carrying a hint of grievance.

Yet Song Chengyi could hear the complaint in her voice. Even after they’d registered their marriage, was she still thinking about his brother?

He quickened his pace.

After wandering for a while, the two of them returned home.

Gradually, Luo Yixia began to sense that Song Chengyi seemed a little upset.

He'd always been somewhat indifferent toward her, but lately things had improved—he’d answer her whenever she asked something. So why was he acting like this now? Had she done something wrong? Or said something she shouldn’t have?

Song Chengyi didn’t say a word to Luo Yixia the entire evening.

When she came out of the shower before bed, she found a glass of milk set on the bedside table. Song Chengyi was already under the covers, fast asleep.

Not wanting to disturb him, Luo Yixia moved quietly, drank the milk, and, without even touching her phone, got into bed and turned off the lights.

Truthfully, Luo Yixia wasn’t sleepy at all—she’d never gone to bed this early before. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to bother Song Chengyi. Even though being with him every day made her happy and content, this wasn’t what she’d hoped for; everything was one-sided.

He didn’t like her—he was only taking responsibility for her.

Luo Yixia desperately wanted to know what had really happened that night. What had she done after she got drunk? She was sure she’d been drunk, but Song Chengyi hadn’t been—so how had things turned out that way?

People always said the first time would hurt, and indeed, she’d found quite a few bruises on her arms and waist, and her waist had ached terribly that morning.

She must have done that with him...

After all, she’d never been in a relationship, never even kissed anyone, and she’d liked Song Chengyi for so many years. Now, at twenty-two, her first kiss was still... Well, actually, she wasn’t sure if it even counted anymore, after what happened that night.

In fact, Luo Yixia had lost her first kiss that night. The morning after, she’d been flustered and didn’t notice anything on the bed, nor could she be sure if anything else had happened.

But didn't Song Chengyi dislike her? Why would he sleep with her, then?

Luo Yixia shook her head. Forget it, there was no point in thinking about it. She’d been so blatantly smitten for so many years—she must have thrown herself at him.

The more she thought about it, the more dejected she became. She almost felt she couldn’t face anyone.

How could she be so easily swayed? Was it just his looks? How could she be infatuated for so many years just because of a face?

Besides his good looks, Song Chengyi didn’t have much else going for him—his temper was terrible, and he spoke so little that he seemed to think saying a few extra words would cost him a piece of flesh.