Chapter 112: I Don’t Like Others, I Only Like You
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Huo Sicheng chuckled softly.
He gazed at Gu Qingcheng, whose brows and eyes radiated a gentle tenderness.
“Guess what.”
Gu Qingcheng shot Huo Sicheng a somewhat annoyed glance.
“Do you guess whether I’ll guess or not?”
Huo Sicheng’s gaze remained tender as he looked at Gu Qingcheng.
“I like girls like you.”
Gu Qingcheng smiled with joy and contentment.
“I’m not a good girl,” she said to Huo Sicheng in a feigned serious tone. “I’m bad and fierce. Nobody likes me.”
“Why do you need everyone to like you?” Huo Sicheng asked Gu Qingcheng.
“Can’t I be the only one who likes you?”
Gu Qingcheng blinked, her heart racing.
This sly fox of a man was teasing her again, making her blush.
“You…” She pouted at him. “I’m trying to talk seriously with you.”
Huo Sicheng replied earnestly, “I’m being serious too.”
Gu Qingcheng sighed in exasperation and playfully whined, “Listen to my thoughts.”
Huo Sicheng’s bones melted at her sweet and tender voice. He would do anything just to listen to her, even if it meant risking his life.
“I’m listening.”
He looked at Gu Qingcheng, enchanted by the captivating light in her brows and eyes.
“People say I have a bad temper,” Gu Qingcheng softly asked Huo Sicheng. “Do you mind?”
“I don’t mind.”
“I won’t be gentle and obedient like other women, listening to you and becoming a virtuous wife,” Gu Qingcheng continued. “I have independent thoughts; I won’t easily be influenced by others. You could call me stubborn, but this is who I am.”
Huo Sicheng wasn’t surprised that Gu Qingcheng was bringing up this topic again. He knew she had uncertainties.
With the presence of Qi Shaoze as a factor, she was hesitating about who should be her chosen partner.
He needed to ease her uncertainties for her to be at peace and become his wife.
“Why should you be as obedient as other women to me?” he asked Gu
Qingcheng. “And why must you conform to the virtuous wife stereotype?”
“Uh…” Gu Qingcheng pondered and answered Huo Sicheng. “Men like gentle and submissive women, but I’m not gentle.”
“I don’t like overly gentle women; they’re too boring. I’m marrying a lifelong companion, not a compliant puppet. A strong-willed wife is interesting, and I appreciate your personality.”
For the first time, Gu Qingcheng heard Huo Sicheng’s inner voice and gazed at him in awe.
He said he liked her fiery nature.
He liked it.
He really liked it.
Her heart was brimming with joy.
“Huo Sicheng, you’re not lying to me, right?”
“I’m not lying,” Huo Sicheng locked eyes with Gu Qingcheng and said, word by word, “You are who you are. Those who like you will naturally like you, and those who don’t won’t, no matter how excellent you are.”
“Remember, you don’t need to imitate anyone else, and you don’t need to care about what others say about you. Those are insignificant people; it’s not worth wasting time on them.”
He lightly stroked the hand Gu Qingcheng had wrapped herself in and continued speaking softly.
“Qingcheng, people are inherently afraid of what’s different. Those who perceive things ahead of time always attract envy. You’re unconventional, so they’ll try to assimilate you in any way they can. Don’t take it to heart; they’re just afraid of you.”
Gu Qingcheng gazed tenderly at Huo Sicheng, who was rarely so verbose.
Every word he said resonated with her.
He was right.
So what if she was fierce?
So what if she swore?
She didn’t need to care about the opinions of insignificant people.
The most crucial point was what Huo Sicheng said about people being naturally fearful of what’s different.
Indeed, people are naturally afraid of what’s different. Because she was different from other women, those people would try their best to assimilate her.
Eventually, when they realized they couldn’t influence her, they would begin to vilify her and speak ill of her.
Wasting time on such people and caring about their opinions would be a waste of life.
“Well, I don’t plan on imitating anyone,” she said with a proud and playful tone. “I’ve always been myself.”
Huo Sicheng’s gaze softened like water. “I know you’ve always been yourself.”
Pausing for a moment, he spoke gently, “Reality is harsh. All those so-called virtuous wives or daughters we see have one thing in common: they endure. It’s not their choice; it’s due to oppression.
“Some parents in families believe they’re loving their daughters well, but in reality, they often confine, limit, and suppress their daughters. When they suppress their children, they’re sowing the seeds of subservience in these women’s futures.
“That’s the cruelty of reality, but no parent willingly accepts that they’re oppressing their children, so it’s masked.
“I’m sure you’ve heard parents telling their children to endure, to adapt until it becomes a habit.
“In cases of domestic violence, when a husband abuses his wife, the wife’s mother or the abusive husband’s mother often advises the wife to endure, for the sake of the children and the family.
“No matter what happens, endure, and you’ll get used to it. But enduring makes women weak, insignificant, unnoticed, devoid of self, even without the most basic independent thought.
“Saying no to violence, saying no to injustice, that’s the best approach.
“You say you’re fierce, but that’s just how others who dislike you see you. But I
know you dare to say no, to resist all forms of injustice. You have a sense of self, and you don’t tolerate. Just like Huo Xuan, he was bullied at school. He never dared to say no, and I knew it but didn’t help him because I wanted him to have the courage to oppose violence someday.
“That day at school when you fought, I saw it clearly. With your actions, you showed Huo Xuan to be brave against all injustices. So now, no one dares to bully him at school, all thanks to the great example his mother set.”
Gu Qingcheng looked at Huo Sicheng, dumbfounded.
No one had ever shared so many insights with her.
A woman’s strength doesn’t come from external sources but from within herself.
Huo Sicheng, as a man, deeply understood the struggles girls face. Not everyone had such thoughts.
His unique perspective enlightened her, and she realized how sensitive he was.
But more than that, she was overjoyed that he praised her.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an excellent speaker, great at consoling people? And what you said is so right; I love listening to you. You’re amazing.” Listening to Gu Qingcheng’s soft and sweet voice, Huo Sicheng’s whole body tingled.
She truly was a little enchantress.
And the praise in her eyes, directed at him, assured him that she genuinely admired him. It filled his heart with happiness.
Over the years, he understood how difficult her journey had been and knew she had been belittled.
His words were a means to ensure she’d never change who she was.
She was just herself, the unique Gu Qingcheng.
Gu Qingcheng teased Huo Sicheng, “But I think you won’t be able to talk this much in the coming year. You’ve used up your year’s worth of words.”
“It won’t happen,” Huo Sicheng said confidently. “For you, I’ll always have patience and plenty to say.”
“Then say more in the future,” Gu Qingcheng said with a happy expression. “I like it when you talk to me more instead of staying silent all the time.”
Huo Sicheng chuckled and coaxed, “Don’t talk, just sleep.”
After a long time of being asleep, Gu Qingcheng was so weak that she couldn’t keep her eyes open after Huo Sicheng’s words
Upon waking up, her mind and heart were filled with him. She then noticed that his collar was flushed red.
He was always immaculate, his status distinguished. He usually wore only black and white, so seeing him suddenly wearing red surprised her.
“Huo Sicheng, your collar is so red.. What is it?”
