Chapter 64: I Already Have a Partner

This way of dying is truly shameful.

Ming Zi hammered the bed in hatred, the tear stains on her face still fresh, her entire being exhausted, "You tell me, is he really that unable to live without women? At his age, how does he not know what shame is? How are the children supposed to go out and face people in the future?"

She covered her face with both hands, "When the children ask about the cause of their father's death, I don't even have the face to say it! You tell me, how did I end up with such a disgusting thing!"

"Don't be upset anymore, please accept my condolences!" Si Rong actually felt a sense of relief.

As long as it wasn't Ming Zi and the children who had an accident, it didn't matter if Luo Sheng died!

This way of dying could even be considered consistent with Luo Sheng's lifelong pursuits.

She used to hear Ming Zi curse that he would die at the hands of a woman sooner or later; she didn't expect it to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, that he really did die at the hands of a woman.

"What about that woman?"

Si Rong pulled some tissues and wiped the tears from Ming Zi's face as she asked.

She actually felt that Ming Zi wasn't that heartbroken; even if she was, it was for herself and the children.

Or perhaps for the future of her and her children.

Although Luo Sheng was unreliable while alive, he was, after all, the one supporting this family.

Now that he was gone, Ming Zi would have to rely on herself for everything from now on.

Their eldest son, Luo Yu, was only seventeen this year, the same age as Shen Chi and Shen Yuan, and was preparing to sprint toward the College Entrance Examination.

"It's a widow, she's at the hospital! That woman was terrified too; she's also unlucky, it was her first time with Luo Sheng and such a thing happened."

Ming Zi sighed, "My mother-in-law just went to the hospital to find her, saying she wanted to kill that widow to avenge Luo Sheng. Isn't it ridiculous?"

Clearly, for so many years, she knew what kind of character her son had, yet she had never done anything about it.

Ming Zi had even heard her mother-in-law tell others that men playing around outside was a sign of capability.

But now that her son was too capable and played himself to death, she had to blame everything on that woman.

"Sigh! She must have transferred the pain of losing her son onto that woman."

Such behavior could only be described as pitiful yet hateful.

But that woman was not innocent either; she knew full well that Luo Sheng was a married man, yet she still chose to call Luo Sheng to her home in the middle of the night to fool around.

"If she wants to make a scene, let her go make a scene!"

Ming Zi felt it didn't matter; she only wanted to quickly handle Luo Sheng's funeral arrangements now. Her parents-in-law were old, and the children were still young; she had to hold up the company, as that was the livelihood for her and her children in the future.

Si Rong stayed with Ming Zi until the evening, then returned to the Jiang Family with Jiang Cheng.

The fact that Luo Sheng had passed away actually touched her a bit.

Sometimes you really can't tell whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

Therefore, one must cherish the present even more.

The Jiang Family was waiting for them.

Upon learning that it was the husband of Si Rong's friend who had passed away, Mother Jiang also felt relieved; her daughter-in-law shouldn't be too sad.

After deliberating for a moment, she asked if Si Rong wanted to play mahjong.

"Let's play!"

Si Rong decided decisively.

She didn't know how much longer she had to live, and with her mahjong skills being so superb, she naturally wanted to play one day at a time.

Thus, the family happily started playing mahjong again.

Si Rong played with such ease; Jiang Yu was sitting at her upper hand, and every tile he sent over was exactly what she wanted.

While the family was playing mahjong, the door was knocked.

"Auntie Jiang, I've come to play with you!"

The person who arrived was Fang Ting from the compound, wearing her hair in a neat high ponytail.

Saying she came to play with Mother Jiang, as soon as she entered and saw her wanting to sit next to her son, Mother Jiang forcibly pulled her to her own side.

"You're still not asleep this late?"

Fang Ting:...

Why did she feel that Mother Jiang's tone seemed to show some disdain toward her?

It must be an illusion.

After all, when she was little, Mother Jiang often joked about having her be her daughter-in-law.

She was still a maiden, and even if Si Rong was better looking and had a better figure than her, she was a divorced woman; she believed Mother Jiang naturally knew how to choose.

If she were chosen, she wouldn't even need Jiang Cheng to bring her home for the holidays.

Holiday gifts were expensive and troublesome.

She could just move in and register her marriage with Jiang Cheng directly.

"Auntie, I always sleep late."

Fang Ting said, and she secretly glanced at Jiang Cheng again.

Jiang Cheng was still as reticent as ever.

It was just that he would occasionally whisper something to Si Rong.

Although their relationship wasn't particularly intimate, it was enough to make Fang Ting jealous.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, is our military unit holding a social mixer this year?"

There were many bachelors in the military, so the unit would organize some social mixers to help solve the personal problems of the officers and soldiers.

Many officers would attend then, and she had even specially prepared a set of boxing techniques for this, hoping to perform them for Jiang Cheng to see.

She fantasized about Jiang Cheng looking at her with admiration after she finished performing, and then the two of them embracing in an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Mm." Jiang Cheng replied indifferently.

Then he leaned over to help Si Rong stack her tiles.

Fang Ting bit her lower lip, gathered her courage, and looked at Jiang Cheng, "Brother Jiang Cheng, why don't we go together then?"

She had to fight for herself at least once; otherwise, how could she be content with admitting defeat to a divorced woman?

"No need, I already have a partner."

Jiang Cheng refused directly.

Mother Jiang noticed her son's impatience, "That's right, my A-Cheng has a partner, you should go by yourself! Hurry up and find a partner, otherwise your mother will be worrying about you all day long!"

Fang Ting's fingernails were almost digging into her flesh; seeing that Si Rong kept staring at the mahjong tiles and had no intention of greeting her, she felt even more stifled, "Isn't it true that you aren't married yet?"

Not being married meant there were still variables.

"Si Rong, right? You can go with Brother Jiang Cheng then! The social mixer at the military base has so many fun things!"

Fang Ting stared at Si Rong and said.

Perhaps only by putting Si Rong in the military base, alongside many female soldiers, would Jiang Cheng see the difference between them.

How could such a delicate girl compare to them, the female soldiers?

Especially her!

She raised an eyebrow at Si Rong, "I'll show you my boxing when the time comes!"

Si Rong:...

She inexplicably felt that this girl had a heroic spirit, but she was a bit hesitant, "Since it's hosted by the military, how could I go and participate?"

It was only because the times had changed; in earlier years, a capitalist's daughter like her would have turned pale with fright at the mere mention of the military.

"Of course you can!" Fang Ting said confidently, "Brother Jiang Cheng and I can both take you in!"

Once she performed a set of fierce punches, would she still have to worry about not captivating Jiang Cheng?

This was the last chance Fang Ting was giving herself.

Si Rong was indeed curious about the military social mixer, so she nodded, "Okay."

She wanted to go see the boxing!

She had long heard that the Art Troupe in the military was full of hidden talents, and she could finally go and see for herself.

Perhaps it would even spark some inspiration for her choreography.

Having achieved her goal, Fang Ting left, feeling satisfied.

The Jiang Family members also returned to their respective rooms to rest after finishing their mahjong game.

Si Rong didn't know if she had caught a chill, but she sneezed as soon as she returned to her room.

After drinking a cup of warm water, Si Rong decided to take a hot shower.

The bathroom in the Jiang Family home was much the same as the one in her own house.

However, just as Si Rong squeezed shampoo onto her head and worked it into a lather, the hot water stopped.

Uh.

She remembered Wu Ma saying that she slept soundly and that if she needed anything, she should look for Jiang Cheng.

Si Rong had no choice but to wrap herself in a bath towel and put on a coat.

Then, she knocked on the door of Jiang Cheng's room next door.

The door opened quickly.

"Jiang Cheng, the hot water is gone." Si Rong's voice was thick with nasal congestion.

She was actually wrapped up very tightly, with only a pair of porcelain-white ankles exposed.

Under the light, Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled silently, and he dared not look at that snow-white skin for too long.