My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 39. Gathering, gathering.

Chapter 38. Going to the market, going to the market.

"I like. . ." Cheng Qingzhi mumbled, but couldn't come up with a single word for a long time.

Cheng Songer leaned closer and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing. . . I don't have a woman I admire," he said. As he smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, Cheng Qingzhi's heart pounded like a drum. The intense love he felt remained trapped inside him, unable to be expressed. He could only gaze at her with his watery and affectionate eyes.

"So that's how it is," Cheng Songer concealed a hint of regret in her heart.

Indeed, no normal person would fall in love with a woman who had abused him for years. He was already fortunate to not fear women.

When Cheng Qingzhi was so nervous during her coma, it was probably because of his concern for his only remaining relative and his worries about his own future.

After all, it was a matriarchal society. If she died, he might have to go back to his previous life.

Cheng Songer sighed inwardly but quickly regained her composure.

She didn't have any other virtues, except for her good mentality of being able to let go.

She only needed to establish herself in this world, entrust Cheng Qingzhi to a reliable and honest woman, and then she could travel around without regrets, experiencing the matriarchal world.

She sat up straight and smiled, saying, "It's alright, go out more, and you will surely meet talented young women."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qingzhi lowered his head in disappointment.

He didn't care about any talented young women; the person he liked was her.

However, the fear and humility in his heart always held him back, preventing him from confessing his love.

If he confessed and buried his feelings in his heart like this, perhaps he could continue to live peacefully with Songer.

But once he confessed, it would be a gamble.

If he lost the bet, not only would their peaceful and warm days be shattered, but Songer might even marry him off to any random woman, or even marry him off to a distant province, trapping him in the confines of his wife's family, never to see each other again. For him, what would be the difference between that and falling into hell?

"What. . . what's wrong with you?" Cheng Songer blushed deeply, feeling Cheng Qingzhi burying his face in her chest, her chest burning hot.

He didn't expect that in a place where he couldn't see, she had silently shielded him from the wind and rain.

Cheng Qingzhi sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her slender neck, "You're really kind. . ."

Cheng Songer tilted her head back and gently caressed his long hair with tenderness and pity.

"Look at what you're saying. I'm your sister. How could I just stand by and watch you marry that sickly guy?" She said softly, pulling Cheng Qingzhi out of her embrace and wiping his tears with a clean handkerchief. "Stop crying."

"Actually, I had already told Lin Yuxiu about this before, but he mistook my good intentions and thought we conspired to ruin his good marriage. . ."

A kind act ultimately ended up being misunderstood.

Although Lin Yuxiu had a sharp tongue and a bit of maliciousness, deep down, he still had some pride. I wonder if he would regret it when he sees the appearance of his wife on their wedding night?