When Zhao Yicheng came in, I was setting a table full of delicious food for our tenth wedding anniversary. I was thinking about spending a wonderful time with him on this special day.
But Zhao Yicheng's face was not looking good. He didn't even look at the table full of delicious food. He walked straight to my side, his eyes sharp and furious, as if I had done something extremely evil: "Shen Jiaying, what did you do to Xiaoxiao?"
The Xiaoxiao that Zhao Yicheng mentioned is his assistant. Haha, she is also the object of his affair.
When I heard the word "Xiaoxiao", my heart seemed to be stabbed by a knife. Now in Zhao Yicheng's eyes, no matter what I do, it is wrong. Han Xiaoxiao is innocent and pitiful, naive and simple, while I, Shen Jiaying, am scheming and as vicious as a snake, and I deserve to be cheated on.
"What can I do? I just did what I should do." I sneered. I wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Zhao Yicheng, but in the end, I couldn't help it.
Zhao Yicheng looked at me as if he was looking at a child who had committed a crime, with hatred and heartache: "Xiaoxiao is just a little girl, I am the one who was wrong! If you have anything to say, come to me! Why did you hurt Xiaoxiao? How could you... How could you be so vicious!"
"I hurt her? Why haven't you thought about how you hurt me?" After suppressing it in my heart for nearly half a year, I finally exploded, tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried hysterically: "I am the one who was hurt! She is a little girl, she shouldn't be hurt, but should I, Shen Jiaying? Zhao Yicheng, do you still have a conscience?"
Zhao Yicheng has let me down. He has no conscience, and even he knows it clearly. So he dare not look me in the eye. He lowers his head and says without any emotion: "Shen Jiaying, let's get a divorce. You have changed."
I looked at Zhao Yicheng in disbelief, thinking I had heard wrongly: "Zhao Yicheng... what did you say?"
Even though I had guessed the answer long ago, it was still too much to bear in the end. I was shaking even when I spoke.
"Shen Jiaying, let's get divorced." Zhao Yicheng said again.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks, chilling my heart: "Okay, you leave with nothing."
"Okay, the house and the money are all yours, and I will move out tomorrow." Zhao Yicheng agreed very neatly, and his frown relaxed slightly.
At that moment, I was... desperate. I tried to tie him down with my property, but he would rather give up the property and divorce me.
Feng Zhenyang said, Shen Jiaying, you are such a bitch, they are deeply in love and are always together till the end of the world, they live happily even without money, this is the feeling of youth and first love, you are an old woman and you don’t understand!
When I heard this, I laughed. Zhao Yicheng's body was half buried in the earth. What a bullshit youth! But where was my youth? Where did my youth go
From the age of 20 to 30, the best years of my life were almost all spent with Zhao Yicheng.
After ten years of marriage, I thought we were as loving as ever, but I didn't expect that the cracks had been gradually approaching without my noticing.
When I met Zhao Yicheng, he was penniless and the only thing that accompanied him was his shabby wooden guitar.
I am a little girl who came to the imperial capital from a distant southern city to pursue my dreams. We met when each other was at our lowest point, and we relied on each other and kept each other warm.
When I was 20 years old, we had no car or house, but he bought a ring for a dozen dollars to propose to me. I still remember that black plastic ring. When he put it on me, I was so moved that I cried.
So, I married him without telling my family, and lived in the most run-down, damp and narrow basement outside the Third Ring Road. When it was cold at night, we hugged each other. In this big city where we had no relatives, we depended on each other.
I never thought that Zhao Yicheng would file for divorce with me, and I never thought that he no longer loved me.
In the quiet night, I curled up in the quilt and cried my heart out. The next day, I silently watched Zhao Yicheng leave. A week later, we went through the divorce procedures, and the house, passbook, and Zhao Yicheng’s shares in his friend’s company all belonged to me.
After more than ten years of friendship, no matter how much I hated him, I couldn't bear to see him become penniless. He was already in his thirties, not young. I said, "Zhao Yicheng, I only want the passbook and the house, I don't want the company's shares."
"I am sorry for you, and that's what you deserve." If he hadn't cheated on his wife, Zhao Yicheng would definitely be considered an excellent man. If he hadn't fallen in love with someone else, he would have been the best husband.
Sometimes feelings are really unpredictable. Zhao Yicheng left home for Han Xiaoxiao, but I, for the sake of our former love, left him a way out.
A week was enough time for me to calm down. I shook my head, feeling calmer than if I had been cheated on. Rather, I felt like I was talking to a friend of many years: "I'm not good at managing money. Give it to me. I don't understand it either."
I don't understand. What is there to not understand? I just don't want to understand. I'm an actor, and I'm best at pretending to be confused.
Zhao Yicheng and I are both public figures. On the day of our divorce, we each posted a Weibo with very funny content, showing our love for each other as always.
Love on the Internet is ultimately illusory. After showing affection, I took Feng Zhenyang and Tang Xiaomei out for a drink at night with a broken heart.
Feng Zhenyang has an annoying hobby, finishing off others! My eyes were red and swollen like light bulbs, and he smiled jokingly, gloating: "Shen Jiaying, what did you do to Han Xiaoxiao? You forced Zhao Yicheng, such a good-tempered person, to divorce you." (To be continued)