Zhao Yicheng's family background is similar to mine, or even worse. His mother is a typical feudal woman. When I first came into the family, she complained about me, mostly because of my profession.
In the eyes of the Zhao family, Zhao Yicheng was making money outside, and everything was normal. It was really indecent for a woman like me to show up in public. In the past, because of Zhao Yicheng, no matter what his mother said, I tried my best to endure it. After all, she was the mother of my lover.
Perhaps, Zhao Yicheng and I were destined to be together. If I had not met Zhao Yicheng when I was eighteen, my life might have been very different.
I think I will be like most actresses, getting married in my thirties. I will definitely not give myself to a poor subway singing singer in my best years.
I put my trust in the wrong person, and now I am in a difficult situation. I hung up the phone, and my slightly relieved mood became heavy again.
"Jiaying, who is this? Why do you look so unhappy?" Mother Feng's face was filled with worry: "What happened? Did something happen at home?"
"It's nothing, just a little thing at work." I didn't want to cause trouble for Mrs. Feng, so I just made up an excuse to get away with it.
In fact, Mother Feng has always been very kind to me, caring as much as my own mother. When I first told Feng Zhenyang that I would not go to college, Mother Feng offered to support me, but my parents chose to refuse. My father even threatened to die, but I could not bear to watch him die, so I had no choice but to give up.
My father's ancestors were a scholarly family, and they produced several top-ranked scholars. Even though the family fell into poverty, my father still had the so-called self-respect of a scholar, and regarded other people's kindness as alms. My mother always listened to my father.
So, that year, I cried and burned my college admission letter, left my hometown where I had lived for more than ten years, and embarked on a journey to Beijing alone. I still don’t understand why it is shameful to be sponsored by others? I don’t understand why my father has such a big prejudice against the Feng family.
Maybe it's because of different family values, I always have a kind of inexplicable estrangement with my parents. It's not just me, my brother is the same, we don't have a bizarre and bloody life experience, but the feudal and pedantic layer buried the family affection in the deepest part of the soil.
Because I have been wandering around for many years, I have no family relationship with Zhao Yicheng's mother. She and Zhao Yicheng's two sisters-in-law also hate each other. Once she even took a kitchen knife to kill Zhao Yicheng's second sister-in-law. Therefore, almost no one is willing to get along with me for a long time.
If it weren't for the holidays, I wouldn't be willing to see her. What's more, Zhao Yicheng and I are divorced now, and we don't have any children, so there is basically no connection between us.
But things have to be made clear after all, and avoiding them won't solve anything. As Feng Zhenyang said, I'm not the one who made the mistake, so why should I be afraid? What's Zhao Yicheng's mother? She's old, so what? Even if you're old, you still have to follow the law and reason, right? This is a society ruled by law.
Zhao Yicheng's mother asked me to meet her at a Chinese restaurant near Zhao Yicheng and Han Xiaoxiao's residence. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhao Yicheng's mother sitting between Zhao Yicheng and Han Xiaoxiao from afar, looking very proud, as if she wanted to suppress me with her aura.
Han Xiaoxiao is good at pretending to be innocent. She sat next to Zhao Yicheng's mother and pretended to be innocent and harmless. But how could I not know what was hidden behind this pure face.
Only Zhao Yicheng looked very embarrassed. He was caught between two women before, and now there are three women. It was really difficult for him.
I walked over slowly, leaned forward and sat opposite them, and asked Zhao Yicheng: "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? You still have the nerve to ask!" Before Zhao Yicheng could open his mouth, his mother took the lead and said sternly: "Shen Jiaying, do you still have any shame? Even if you don't have shame, my son still does! You said divorce, so divorce, look at how sensible Xiaoxiao is! How can you be so ignorant!"
"Mom... stop talking!" Zhao Yicheng was in a dilemma. His mother was mentally ill, but he was very clear-headed. Plus, given our identities, his mother's loud noise would definitely attract reporters, and then they would be the ones making a fool of themselves, not me.
Zhao Yicheng's mother was not willing to listen. When she saw that I didn't say anything, she slammed the table, her face red and her neck thick, "Why don't you say anything? I'm asking you a question! Do you still have me as an elder in your eyes? What did your parents teach you? Ah! You even took away all my son's hard-earned money. How can you be so cruel, woman? He is a man, even if we divorce, the money is his! I tell you, return the money quickly, and move out of my son's villa, and we can let this matter go."
Haha, look at what you said, my three views have completely collapsed.
"Pursue! It's good enough that we don't pursue it, but you are still whining here. Do you, an old woman, understand what the law is? Do you understand what morality is!" I was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from behind me. I saw Mrs. Feng carrying a limited edition LV bag and sitting next to me very elegantly: "According to the law, your son won't get a penny. According to morality, your son and this woman should both be thrown into the pig cage!"
Mother Feng's sudden appearance startled me so much that I was speechless. Zhao Yicheng's mother was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly and glared at Mother Feng angrily: "Who are you? You don't need to meddle in our family affairs!"
"Who am I? I'm Shen Jiaying's mother!" Mother Feng said calmly, but when she saw the three people opposite her looked strange, she immediately changed her words: "I'm her other mother! Do you think I have the right to manage?" (To be continued)