Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 128: The Envelope

"Ajin," Song Qingya said, tugging on his arm. "My back is sore today, and I’d like to lie down for a bit."

She then tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "You have to keep your word, you know. You promised. You took the entire day off just to be with me. Hurry back as soon as you’re done putting things away so we can rest together."

"Alright."

Fei Jin nodded, his voice gentle. "Then you should hurry inside, change into your pajamas, and lie down. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll stay here with you."

"Pinky swear!"

She held out her hand, her pinky finger gently raised, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Fei Jin couldn’t help but smile.

Then, he also held out his hand, his fingertip gently hooking around her finger. "Pinky swear."

This sort of girlish interaction should have felt absurd to a mature and stable person like him.

But strangely, he was more than willing to play along. As long as he could see her smile, nothing else mattered.

Xiao Yang knew he had other arrangements, so he tactfully took his leave early to handle other matters.

And so Fei Jin was left alone to take the luggage out of the trunk piece by piece, place it in the courtyard, and then carry it into the house, step by step.

Although he was a man of few words, his movements were efficient and decisive, and he did every task without a single complaint.

All so she could rest comfortably and with peace of mind.

Just as he was about to close the courtyard gate and wrap things up for the day, Fei Jin raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his gaze unintentionally sweeping toward the small path outside the gate.

In the distance, he saw a postman riding an old bicycle, approaching from the mouth of the alley.

The man seemed to be looking around as he rode, as if searching for someone.

The postman stopped his bike and waved at him. "Fei Village Chief, over here, over here! You have a letter!"

Fei Jin was slightly taken aback. He walked a few steps forward and asked in confusion, "A letter from where?"

The postman handed over the envelope in his hand, saying casually, "Sent from Qi City."

"Qi City?"

The name of the place made him frown, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.

Their station wasn’t in Qi City, though they had been there for their most recent mission.

And they had only returned from Qi City a few days ago. Why would a letter suddenly arrive from there now?

"Hmm?"

Fei Jin’s hand paused as he took the envelope. His gaze fell upon it, and the confusion in his heart deepened.

He nodded at the postman, thanked him, and then stood at the courtyard gate, lowering his head to examine the envelope.

That’s right, written on it in bold script was ’To be opened by Fei Jin personally.’

But the handwriting was unfamiliar.

Growing even more curious, he didn’t bother going back inside. Instead, he stood right there in the courtyard, tore open the envelope, and began to quietly read its contents.

However, the further he read, the deeper his brow furrowed, and his once-calm expression gradually darkened.

Fei Jin said nothing, nor did he linger. He simply straightened the letter, folded it, and walked silently into the house.

Before entering the bedroom, he paused for a moment as if to compose himself, then gently pushed the door open.

On the large bed, a woman was sleeping peacefully.

Her breathing was faint, and the serenity in her features seemed to soften the entire room.

But Fei Jin, standing to the side, found no peace in this tranquil scene.

His mind was in turmoil. The creases on the letter in his hand were clenched even deeper, and his inner struggle made him look up at her sleeping face several times.

He desperately wanted to wake her, to place this stack of letters in front of her and ask if she knew anything about them, to ask if she had ever been serious about their relationship.

But, in that moment, he couldn’t bear to shatter the peace.

He knew that she had been running herself ragged lately, worrying about trivial family matters and stressing over his own affairs. She was already exhausted, and a good sleep was a rare luxury for her.

So, in the end, he suppressed the impulse. He simply tiptoed over, bent down, and gently pulled a blanket from the side of the bed to cover her.

After doing all this, he stood up and looked back at Song Qingya, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes. But ultimately, he said nothing.

He slowly closed the door and left without a sound.

Then, he walked to the desk and placed the entire stack of letters, envelope and all, into a drawer.

Fei Jin had always had an excellent memory. His photographic recall allowed him to clearly remember the contents of the letters after just a single glance.

Yang Yunhua had taken advantage of a moment when the original owner wasn’t paying attention to secretly steal the letters that were locked away in the room.

After confirming everything was in order, she carefully sorted a selection of them and mailed them all to Fei Jin.

And these selected letters were all written by the original owner during the passionate throes of her relationship with her so-called ’scumbag first love.’

It was one line of "I wish to hold your hand and walk with you to the ends of the earth and beyond," followed by another of "Even if the seas run dry and the world changes, I will never leave you"—all that kind of cheesy, romantic nonsense.

As for the person in question, Song Qingya, she was still blissfully unaware, lost in a peaceful dream.

Honestly, having a few relationships before marriage is nothing strange in modern society. Who doesn’t have a romantic history from their youth?

At most, it might cause a bit of jealousy if discovered.

But the problem was with these particularly chosen letters.

They were written by the original owner in the second month after she married into the Fei Family.

This was no longer a matter of the past, but an issue that struck at the very foundation of marital fidelity.

Even before that, Wen Xiuxiu had been meddling in the original owner’s life.

She had been trying to rekindle the extinguished flames of a past love and repair that broken relationship.

And in the letters written to her old flame, she had filled them with exaggerated complaints, painting her married life as utterly miserable.

In return, he had replied with even more blatant flattery and endless sweet nothings.

She was shortsighted, her mind clouded. Filled with yearning and fantasy, she completely ignored her present reality.

She actually developed real feelings, her heart fluttering uncontrollably, and eventually wrote back agreeing to her old lover’s invitation.

In the letter, she sweetly and tenderly asked him to wait patiently for her news, declaring that she would resolutely divorce her husband and leave her current family.

That was why, when the current Song Qingya had just transmigrated into this body, she witnessed the original owner in the midst of a volatile, almost out-of-control situation.

Back then, the original Song Qingya was desperate to leave her husband, even resorting to creating a public spectacle by attempting suicide by drowning.

And at this very moment, the System was mentally calculating some completely irrelevant matters.

Like whether it could be rated as an "Outstanding System" this month and receive an extra reward.

’Wait, something’s not right!’

The System suddenly realized the situation and hurriedly sent an urgent notification to its host:

["Host! The situation has changed! Why is your Relationship Recovery Value stuck? There’s no progress at all!"]