After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 152 I Only Trust You

The room was filled with steam.

At that time, Song Zhiyi had just finished taking a shower, and while struggling to get dressed by herself, she was thinking about how at a loss when Lu Yiwen hugged her into the shower just now.

She has now begun to believe what Lu Yiwen said about him as his first love.

"Lu Yiwen."

Song Zhiyi put on her clothes and yelled.

But no one responded outside the door. She thought the voice just now was too low, so Lu Yiwen didn't hear it.

So she turned up the volume and yelled again: "Lu Yiwen, are you outside?"

There was a low response from outside the door, with a hoarse voice: "Have you finished washing?"

"It's done, you can come in."

Song Zhiyi was already sitting on the stool that Lu Yiwen had just prepared for her, waiting for him to come in and help.

The door was pushed open, and the man was wearing a set of black and white striped pajamas, looking lazy and abstinent.The fine short hair on the forehead has not had time to dry.

Looking at each other, Lu Yiwen stood near the door and did not speak.

Song Zhiyi coughed dryly twice: "Lu Yiwen, did you just finish washing?"

"En." The man replied, and accidentally set his eyes on a basin, where the clothes she had just washed by hand were placed in the basin.

Song Zhiyi stood up abruptly, so embarrassed that she wanted to turn back time immediately.

If she could, she would definitely not choose to wash clothes by hand...

Lu Yiwen immediately moved his eyes away, quickly supported her who was still standing still, and asked her situation:

"Are you all right? What's the rush?"

"It's okay." Song Zhiyi lowered her head, the man's hand was now on her arm.

In this scorching environment, the touch of the man's fingertips was slightly cool, reminding her to wake up.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, the man leaned over and hugged her again: "I'll take you back to your room first."

Song Zhiyi nodded, and tacitly hooked his hands around the man's neck, the cold touch hit again, Song Zhiyi frowned, suspecting that the man just took a cold shower because he was greedy for cold.

"Lu Yiwen, you don't want to move here, is it because of me..."

Just after taking a bath, Song Zhiyi figured it out. Instead of guessing his thoughts in his mind, it would be more enjoyable to ask directly.

"I don't really care what other people think of me, I always have."

When Song Zhiyi said this, the image of Gu Tianlin and what happened in the afternoon suddenly appeared in his mind.

What she said to Gu Tianlin was indeed not what a filial daughter should do.

From childhood to adulthood, in the eyes of outsiders, the three words Song Zhiyi have always been synonymous with treason and white-eyed wolf.

However, she is not going to change.

Doing what you want is the real synonym for Song Zhiyi.

She has her own set of benchmarks in her heart, and she doesn't need external opinions to measure the right or wrong of her actions.

"Everyone says I'm a heartless person, but I don't care a bit."

Until she was carried back to the bed by him, it seemed that the floodgate of her thoughts had been opened, and the desire to share poured out of her mouth continuously.

"Lu Yiwen, I'm actually a very contradictory person. When I think about what happened when I was a child, I always hate it."

She rarely has the desire to take the initiative to share the past with Lu Yiwen, because she has always been unwilling to mention the past experience.

During that past, she only occasionally mentioned it to a few people who cared about her. The few times she mentioned her family to Lu Yiwen before, it was also because there was a need to talk...

In the past, whenever she mentioned family and the Gu family to others, she always felt nervous, afraid that they would treat her as a different kind and stay away.

But today, now, Song Zhiyi's heart is calm when he tells Lu Yiwen about the past.

For Lu Yiwen, she was never going to hide her true nature, because this was the real Song Zhiyi, and Lu Yiwen had the right to know.

She opened her mouth slowly, obviously she had experienced it herself, but now she said it as if she was telling a story.

"When I was young, I don't know when it started. The relationship between my parents is getting worse and worse."

"Mum's sick, but they're always fighting. During the day and at night.

"One night in the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sound of arguing. I still remember that I was holding the doll all the time because of fear. When I went out, I saw glass shards all over the place."

"Mom is lying on the ground suffering, while Dad is still smashing..."

Song Zhiyi paused, looked into Lu Yiwen's eyes calmly, and continued: "I was very young at that time, but this memory has been remembered until now."

"Including now, as long as I hear a huge movement, I will still be subconsciously afraid, and subconsciously worry whether my parents are arguing again."

"Even though Mom has been away for a long time, and Dad married another, they will never fight again..."

"So, I always have hatred in my heart."

The man frowned, and wanted to take the initiative to hug her into his arms, telling her not to punish herself with other people's mistakes, everything was over.

But he did nothing and said nothing.

He has no right to use a few words to persuade her to let go of the heavy past.

Sometimes, letting her speak out what is in her heart is the best way to vent her emotions.

So he chose to remain silent.

"Lu Yiwen, when I went to the supermarket this afternoon, I met my dad."

At that time, the man who was holding her hand and listening to her with peace of mind suddenly raised his head, and then gently tapped her forehead, comforting her silently.

"I don't feel bad."

Song Zhiyi shook his head, held his hand tightly, and continued:
"I just feel that what I said to him this afternoon seems to be too much. After all, he is my father, and he treated me sincerely when I was a child."

"However, when I saw him at the time, he forced me to go back with him, and I immediately became angry. I thought, if I see him again, I may still do this."

"Am I not filial? Everyone thinks so, I just want to ask you what you mean."

Song Zhiyi smiled bitterly: "Because, I only trust you. If you also think that I am not filial, then I will change, okay?"

"No, you've done a good job."

Lu Yiwen shook his head, his heart filled with unresolved depression.

He gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and told her his true thoughts:
"If it were me, I would definitely not do as well as you. You are not wrong, and you don't need to change."

"That's good." Because of Lu Yiwen's support, Song Zhiyi gained confidence.

She is lucky.

Every time she opens her heart and tells frankly, the listener presides over her, and it is precisely because of this that she has the courage to share her emotions.

"Everyone I care about except you."

"I don't care about other people's opinions, do you know, Lu Yiwen?"

Lu Yiwen nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)