I almost touched the moon

After hearing her words, Cheng Che was silent for a moment, drank the wine in the glass, gently kissed Wen Song's eyes, and said to her: "You are right, if my mother had gone to ETH back then, she would definitely be happier than she is now."

Cheng Che said, his voice getting heavier. "When she was seriously ill, she told me that she really wanted to know what the Department of Architecture at ETH Zurich looked like. She had dreamed about it many times, but she didn't know if it was real. She said that if she had the chance, she would like to go and see it."

"So, you went to ETH to study architecture to fulfill her dream?" Wen Song felt as if something was pulling at his heart after hearing his words. He felt a dull pain and gently stroked Cheng Che's back. At this moment, he was really vulnerable.

"Yeah." Cheng Che raised his lips and showed a helpless smile, "I took a lot of photos. When I went back to China to see her, I told her about it. I also showed her my graduation project and my degree certificate. I hope I didn't disappoint her."

"Ache, you did a great job. Not only did you get a bachelor's degree in architecture from ETH, you are now also the world champion in free skating. Your mother must be very proud of you." Wen Song knew how sensitive Cheng Che was, so he comforted him in a gentle but firm tone.

"But she can't see it." Cheng Che said, poured himself another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"She had breast cancer."

Hearing this, Wen Song sighed again and took a sip of the wine in her glass. As she had joked before, a major cause of breast cancer is stagnation of heart qi.

Sure enough, Cheng Che told her: "Not long after she married my dad, she had me. After I was born, my mom quit her job at the design institute and became a housewife at home to support my dad's career."

This was another area that Wen Song could not understand. She had learned from her grandmother's occasional scolding that there was another reason why Wen Yiheng and Tang Lingyuan divorced. It was that Wen Yiheng firmly disagreed to quit her job and become a housewife at home. Therefore, she told Tang Lingyuan clearly that if he insisted on asking Wen Yiheng to give up her career, then they would divorce.

"Is it worth it?" Wen Song asked. In her opinion, it was really not worth it.

"It's not worth it." Cheng Che also sighed, "I was young at that time and didn't understand anything, but because of this incident, my grandparents and her no longer had much contact. At that time, my mother told me that I was the only one she had, and I thought it was ridiculous. Now it seems that I was really ignorant."

"Ah Che, don't blame yourself for what happened in the past." Wen Song advised, "You weren't even in elementary school at that time, what do you know? Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

Cheng Che nodded and continued, "When I was five years old, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent a long period of treatment. When I was a child, I didn't understand why my mother got sick. I always thought that she got sick because I was disobedient and made her angry."

"No, Che, it's not your fault." Wen Song hugged him tightly, letting him lie in his arms and gently patting his arm to comfort him. "There are many causes for illness, but it is definitely not your fault."

Cheng Che did not respond to her words, but smiled bitterly, and then said to her: "Later, when I grew up, I knew it. She not only had breast cancer, but also moderate depression. After she resigned, my father was busy with business in those years, and he often didn't see her for more than a month. My mother is a very introverted person, she doesn't like socializing and doesn't have many friends. I am not like a little girl who would be very close to my mother.

So she often sat there alone to draw. She was very good at drawing architecture. She taught me how to draw. The courtyard we are in now was also designed by her.

Wen Song saw the sketch Cheng Che drew for her. From her layman's point of view, it was very well drawn. But he said that his mother taught him to draw. This shows how good his mother's drawing skills are.

The top-ranked girl in the Department of Architecture at Zhejiang University, despite her talent, could only be a housewife and teach her children. If Wen Song were her, she would definitely be depressed.

"A Che..." Wen Song suddenly didn't know what to say to comfort her.

If that was her friend, Wen Song would have pointed at her nose and scolded her until she woke up. If it was a news post she saw on the Internet, she would have just mocked and said that she deserved it. But that was Cheng Che's mother, and she had nothing to say except sighing and feeling sad.

"You also think it's unreasonable." Cheng Che sat up and poured wine for her and himself. "I think my mother should regret it too."

"No." Wen Song shook her head. "As a woman, I don't approve of her sacrifice. But Ache, as your girlfriend, I admire her very much. Your mother is a great person and she loves you very much."

"I envy you, and I envy Lawyer Wen." Cheng Che looked at Wen Song, and the envy in his eyes could not be faked. "Let me tell you something ironic. When I was seven years old, my mother passed away, and my brother is six years younger than me."

"What?!" Wen Song understood the whole story after hearing it. He couldn't help but cursed at Cheng Bowen in his heart, saying that he was such a good-for-nothing and why he was not the one to die.

"Don't you hate them?" According to Wen Song's logic, even if he didn't hate them, he couldn't live under the same roof with them.

Cheng Che asked back: "What do you think?"

"Of course I will hate him. For example, Tang Lingyuan didn't actually cause me any substantial harm, but he also paid the price for the harm he caused to my mother. But I will still hate him."

Cheng Che said: "Of course I hated him. Not long after my mother passed away, my father married Aunt Yang and brought back a child, saying that he was my brother. You may not believe it, but I was so angry that I smashed everything in the house and cried in front of them. But it was no use. Aunt Yang still married my father, and my brother is still my brother."

"What about now?" Wen Song thought of what Qiu Xuanyan said, that Cheng Che's stepmother treated him better than her own son and voluntarily gave up her property. He knew that things were not that simple.

"Axuan is my younger brother. When he was little, I always beat him. I beat him whenever he cried. Aunt Yang had no choice but to take Axuan to another house and try not to meet me." When Cheng Che said this, he actually showed a miserable smile.

"But I am also abominable, am I not? In this incident, Xuan is the most innocent person. But I dare not resist my father, so I can only bully him and Aunt Yang."

"I understand you, Che, you are very kind."

Of course Cheng Che is kind. Wen Song knows that if he were facing Cheng Che's situation at that time, he would have to fight to the death even if it meant losing a thousand of his own lives.

"After my mother passed away, I became particularly fond of skiing. One time, I broke my leg. At that time, my father and grandparents had to go abroad for something, and Aunt Yang was the only one at home besides the driver and the nanny. She didn't say anything, but just accompanied me to the hospital and accompanied me during the operation. In order to take care of me, she didn't sleep for several days in the hospital, and made nutritious meals for me in various ways. I was young at that time and couldn't take painkillers. She was afraid that I would feel pain, so she held ice packs all night long to relieve my pain, and her hands were frostbitten. A few days when A Xuan had a fever, she just asked the nanny to take care of him, and she stayed in the hospital to take care of me."

"Then have you ever thought that maybe she wants to put on a show for you?" Wen Song always has some conspiracy theories in his mind. Zhao Qiong, Tang Lingyuan's second wife, always fawns on her like a young lady whenever he sees her a few times, but who doesn't know what she's thinking?

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "Aunt Yang is not a bad person. She didn't want our family's money. Before she married my dad, she took the initiative to propose that she and A Xuan give up all their property."

"Later, when I was in middle school, I grew up and understood more. I stopped fighting with Aunt Yang all the time, but I still beat Xuan up often because I was jealous of him because he had a mother and I didn't."

"Ah Che..." Wen Song couldn't help crying after hearing this. She hugged Cheng Che tightly and said, "But you have me. You still have me."

If she could go back to the past, she really wanted to find Cheng Che at that time and accompany him through the most difficult time.

"Yes, I have you now, no one is jealous." Cheng Che also kissed her and then said:

"Before I went to England, Aunt Yang found me and talked to me about what happened. She apologized to me first. She said that no matter what she said or did, she could not make up for the harm she had caused to me and my mother. Over the years, the only thing she wanted to do was to compensate me little by little. Then I learned the truth of what happened back then."

It turned out that, unlike Zhao Qiong, Yang Wanqing did not take the initiative to be the third party. At that time, Yang Wanqing was a student who had just graduated from medical school and met Cheng Bowen when she was a management trainee in the hospital.

On one side was a young, beautiful and childish female college student, and on the other side was his wife who was haggard due to illness and had a weird temper due to depression. Cheng Bowen chose to cheat without much hesitation.

However, he concealed his marital status from Yang Wanqing, only telling her that he had a wife and divorced a long time ago. Yang Wanqing had just entered society at that time, and because she had no experience in love, she believed him. This man who was eight years older than her was elegant and considerate to her, and she soon fell into the illusory love he made up.

Later, she found out that she was pregnant and urged Cheng Bowen to get married quickly. However, Cheng Bowen was always hesitant and didn't give a definite answer. He just told her to take good care of the baby and accompanied her home to meet his parents. He said that he had to go abroad for work recently and couldn't hold a wedding. He would definitely marry her when he came back from abroad.

Yang Wanqing's parents were devout Buddhists and were extremely opposed to abortion, but they had no choice but to agree.

Later, when she was more than eight months pregnant, Yang Wanqing learned that Cheng Bowen was actually married, and his wife was hospitalized in the oncology department of their hospital due to breast cancer, which was why she met Cheng Bowen in the hospital.

When she first learned about this, she felt like the world was falling apart. She had always considered herself a kind person who would take stray cats and dogs home to adopt. But without knowing it, she became a man's mistress, and his wife was even a terminal cancer patient.

Yang Wanqing could not accept this, both physically and psychologically. She wanted to have an induced abortion, but the operation was not possible because she was too old. And because of the huge blow, she gave birth prematurely.

When her life was hanging by a thread on the operating table, she even thought about dying. Only by death could she atone for her sins.

But I don't know whether to say she was lucky or not, she survived and gave birth to a premature but healthy baby boy. When Cheng Bowen explained to her, she felt only grief and anger, and repeatedly questioned him why he lied to her, but in return, Cheng Bowen kept silent and avoided her.

More than half a year later, Cheng Che's mother passed away, and Cheng Bowen proposed to her. She was reluctant to agree, but in that era, as an unmarried woman who gave birth to a child and was born in a very traditional family, she had no choice but to enter this marriage that was broken from the beginning.