In the quiet ward, apart from Feng Zhenyang's breathing, the only sound left was my sobbing. I wished Feng Zhenyang could be a little mean to me, even if it was just a little bit, I would have a reason to stop loving him. But he didn't. He said that even if I stabbed him with a knife, he couldn't hate me.
Maybe it's just sweet talk, but I'm the kind of woman who loves to hear sweet talk. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that I'm just an ordinary woman who once stopped pursuing love and romance because of that broken marriage.
Which woman doesn't like romance? Putting aside the things of the previous generation, putting aside the past when he went on a drunken spree behind my back and caused misunderstandings between Zhao Yicheng and me, Feng Zhenyang met all the requirements of a woman's dream lover in terms of family background, knowledge, conversation and appearance.
And such a woman's dream lover, he protected me with his arms, he could throw away his modest gentlemanly demeanor to fight with women for me, a gentleman would never fight with a woman unless it touched his bottom line. It can be said that he always tried his best to give me the best. But why did he have to be a member of the Feng family, he had to be the one who caused Zhao Yicheng and I to divorce, and he had to get drunk and tell the truth.
If possible, I would rather not know it for my whole life, I would rather be deceived by him for my whole life. As the saying goes, some people deceive you for a while, while some people deceive you for a lifetime. I hope Feng Zhenyang will deceive me for a lifetime.
Hope is just hope, we can never go back to the way we were. I was held in his arms, trembling all over, trying my best to suppress my emotions, pretending to be indifferent and said to Feng Zhenyang: "But, I... can't help but hate you. Let's find a reason to divorce in the near future."
I am the only one who is talking about divorce right after getting married. I am weak and easily moved. I am afraid that if it goes on like this, I will be unable to extricate myself, but I have a knot in my heart because of the past. As for Feng Zhenyang, he will always be dragged by me. If I am not here, he can find a good girl, a girl who is a thousand times better than me in every way, get married, have children, and live the life he should live. He doesn't have to worry about his wife's ex-husband, and he doesn't have to worry about the grievances of the previous generation. He will be very happy.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that everyone has the right to blame Feng Zhenyang, Zhao Yicheng can, Gao Moxi can, Qi Xiaoyu can, but I am not qualified. If you can't love, then let go completely, so as not to torture others and yourself.
Just such a short sentence was enough to torture Feng Zhenyang. He was holding my hand and trembled violently. After a long silence, he spoke: "How can you get divorced just after getting married, Shen Jiaying... Do you hate me so much now? I said, I didn't mean it. Later, I let Zhao Yicheng know the truth. I..."
"Okay, Feng Zhenyang, stop talking. Our marriage was just a fake one, wasn't it?" I was probably hurt by Zhao Yicheng, and my words became more hurtful. Once I opened my mouth, I could break people's hearts into pieces.
I slowly turned around and looked up at Feng Zhenyang, whose face was as pale as paper: "Let's get a divorce. It's better for everyone if we separate sooner. Um..."
Feng Zhenyang never plays by the rules. He really doesn't play by the rules. Shouldn't he be very sad in this situation? Shouldn't he either beat me to death or promise to divorce me and find a good girl to play happily together? But what is he doing? He is kissing me! Damn, this is a hospital! He...he...what is he doing!
I was so frightened that I couldn't react for a long time. I stared at him with wide eyes for several seconds, completely forgetting that my foot was injured. I pushed him away with all my strength, my face flushed and I stammered: "Feng Zhenyang!! This is a hospital, you...you...what are you doing? You..."
I didn't know what to say anymore, my face turned even redder. Feng Zhenyang looked at me with his chin in his hand, his serious expression showing a scoundrel and a playboy: "Shen Jiaying, we're already married. If you want a divorce, just stab me to death with a knife! Don't worry, I've already said that even if you stab me with a knife, I won't hate you! You can stab me wherever you want!"
"You..." I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy changes too quickly. Just now, he was affectionate and sad, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a super scoundrel! He is so shameless!
Once a person becomes shameless, ghosts are afraid of him, and Feng Zhenyang is even more terrifying. He slowly sat back on the stool, slowly put my feet back, and almost provocatively said, "What do you mean? Do you think I, Feng Zhenyang, gave up my self-esteem and said so many words to you just to impress you? Impressing is bullshit! Impressing is not as practical as climbing into bed!"
Sick! This person is definitely sick! Just now he was so sad, and so 'I love you deeply, I love you so much that I would die for you, your happiness is my happiness, as long as you are happy, my life is complete.'
He just kissed me and instantly turned into a domineering little bastard! Could it be that he was too excited when he kissed me just now and traveled through time? A schizophrenic, domineering, rich third-generation bastard who traveled through time!
I was so confused by him that I forgot about my sadness. I tightly grasped the pillow and looked at Feng Zhenyang nervously: "Feng Zhenyang, are you… are you confused because of anger? Are you… are you okay?"
"Do you think I look like I'm in trouble?" Feng Zhenyang folded his hands in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tell me, do I look like I'm in trouble?"
Does he look like he's okay? You tell me! ! Does he look like he's okay? He must be crazy! I nodded decisively: "No! He is absolutely!"
"Shen Jiaying, I find you're quite a jerk!" Feng Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face was completely different from before. He didn't look like a gentle and elegant gentleman at all, but a dandy who deserved a beating. What he said was also very jerk-off: "You're really a jerk!"
"I'm a slut? How am I a slut? Don't keep saying I'm a slut. You're even more slutty than me, okay?" I angrily fought back, but suddenly realized something was wrong, so I immediately changed my words: "No! I'm not a slut at all! You said I was a slut, so tell me, how am I a slut? If you can't tell me today, I'll beat you up!"
Feng Zhenyang looked me up and down, from top to bottom, and then snorted with slight contempt: "You are a jerk from head to toe! If I treat you gently, you will turn the tables! Look, if I treat you a little roughly, you will submit! You still dare to say that you are not a jerk!"
Damn! It seems to be true! It sounds like what he said makes sense. If someone is gentle to me, I will tell him everything. If he is overbearing, I will say nothing and just follow his orders! The saying that someone who is tough but not soft is just a slut! He deserves to be abused!
However, how could I admit it? If I did, where would I put my celebrity face of over 30 years old? I am not like Feng Zhenyang who can be shameless. I am a person who cares about my dignity. Of course I had to refute him, but my brain is not as good as his. I thought for a long time before I could think of a way to refute him: "I... How could I be submissive! I just have a disability, otherwise I would beat you to death! I would cripple you! I would beat you so that you would have no offspring... grandchildren..."
Yes, I am a person who cares about my reputation. Even though I have had countless close contacts with Feng Zhenyang, I still feel a little ashamed to say such words in the hospital in broad daylight.
So I stopped talking, pulled the quilt over myself, closed my eyes and said to Feng Zhenyang, "My feet hurt so badly, I want to rest for a while, you go back first, I'll stay in the hospital for a few days, and when the pain is gone I'll know how to go back, and then we'll get divorced when we get back!"
"Divorce for nothing!" Feng Zhenyang pulled away the blanket covering me, turned my face towards him, and smiled in a frightening way: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? What did I just say? The only way to get a divorce is if you stab me to death with a knife!"
"You stabbed me to death, you murdered your husband, you must pay with your life! You still have to accompany me in the afterlife! You are still my wife! If there is any difference, it is that we are both dead!" Feng Zhenyang is such a scoundrel! It was clearly agreed that this was a fake marriage, and now even a ghost can hear what he means. I know it clearly without becoming a dead ghost!
I have lived for most of my life. When I was young, I bullied Shen Shiqi. When I grew up, I still bullied Shen Shiqi. I have met countless rogues and liars! Feng Zhenyang is the first one to cheat people into marriage. If I had known that he had such thoughts, I would never marry him... Well, it seems that this is not certain. In that situation, I had no choice but to marry him!
Anyway, he was threatening me! I could see that he was using both soft and hard tactics on me, from gentle to rude. He first disturbed my peace of mind with his tenderness, and then told me in a domineering and rude way, "I am threatening you! Hit me if you dare!"
I really wanted to hit him. The more I watched, the more I wanted to hit him. I, Shen Jiaying, had never been so humiliated by someone in my life. I would be sorry for myself if I didn't hit him. Feng Zhenyang was still threatening me in a self-righteous and handsome way. I had already climbed up from the bed and threw myself on him.
Bang! With a loud noise, I felt a sharp pain under my feet. It seemed that... the stool Feng Zhenyang was sitting on flipped over, and I was pressed on Feng Zhenyang, who closed his eyes and did not move...
He just... seemed to have hit his head, he... he wouldn't really have any problems, would he? I want to divorce Feng Zhenyang, I hate him for being a scoundrel, but I don't want to really hurt him! ! No! He must be lying to me! I suddenly had an idea, slapped his face, and then pinched his nose...
"Feng Zhenyang... Hey, Feng Zhenyang, wake up..." I was about to cry in anxiety. I struggled to get my cell phone, but before I could get up, a pair of hands suddenly appeared around my waist.
"Shen Jiaying, you have the nerve to ask me for a divorce with your IQ?" The man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and said with contempt for my IQ. (To be continued)