Another mother! Only Feng's mother could say such words.
Without waiting for Zhao Yicheng's mother to speak, Feng's mother continued, "Woman, do you know what morality is? What is the law? Let me tell you, your son cheated on his wife and committed adultery. He should have been kicked out of the house after the divorce, but Jiaying was so kind that she left some money for her. But you think you are the queen mother and your son is the emperor?"
"Besides, the money was earned by Jiaying and your son together. Why should we give it all to your son?" Mother Feng said in an aggressive tone. Seeing that Zhao Yicheng's mother was about to speak, she immediately said, "Don't use your broken rules of three obediences and four virtues to teach people a lesson. Did your son abide by them? I tell you, if you don't accept it, we'll see you in court! Let's see what the judge says then."
After saying that, Mother Feng stood up and pulled me, sneering at the three people with extreme contempt: "Jiaying! Let's go! There's no point in talking to such people. They have to make trouble endlessly. Let's sue them! Let's see who is shameless!!!"
Mother Feng deliberately amplified the word shameless, as if to avenge Zhao Yicheng's mother for calling me shameless. I can imagine Zhao Yicheng's mother's ugly face, and I can also imagine Han Xiaoxiao's delicate and provocative words.
I didn't want to have no contact with Zhao Yicheng forever, but things often go against one's wishes, just like our love in the past. We thought it would last forever, but in the end it couldn't withstand the effects of just a few months.
Zhao Yicheng's mother is in such a mess now, I think it won't be long before my parents will call me to ask the truth. To be honest, I am very scared. I am afraid that my parents will not give me comfort or stand up for me, but will feel ashamed for my divorce from Zhao Yicheng.
In my parents' eyes, a woman who is divorced is just second-hand goods. Sometimes I really don't understand what my parents are thinking. Logically, they should comfort me. In fact, they hope that Zhao Yicheng and I can get back together.
Their thoughts seem to be stuck in the feudal society of the last century, where men are superior to women. If my music teacher hadn’t said that, my parents probably wouldn’t have allowed me to enter the entertainment industry.
Pedanticism has followed them for decades. Even though I have entered the entertainment industry now, they still follow the old ideas on some things.
I was deeply moved by Feng Zhenyang's mother's actions, so I cried with tears in my eyes: "Aunt, thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? Look at what you are saying, little girl." Mother Feng smiled at me and said, "Jiaying, don't worry. If they dare to bully you, tell your aunt. That... that Zhao Yicheng. And that female assistant, her name is Han Xiaoxiao, right? Your aunt will make them pay for it."
Mother Feng took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "Look, Zhao Yicheng's mother, what kind of person is that? It's better to get divorced. After the divorce, find a good person to marry. There's no need to get entangled with their family."
I nodded, without saying anything, and I didn't know what to say. I often thought, if only my mother could be like Feng Zhenyang's mother, I could tell her everything that was on my mind.
"Don't be sad! That stinky family is worthy of making you sad?" Mother Feng took me shopping for the whole morning, and she kept comforting me, scolding the Zhao family from head to toe, and then from toe to head.
Later when I went to the set, Tang Xiaomei said that I looked much more energetic, unlike a few days ago when I looked extremely decadent, not like a queen but more like a zombie who had just crawled out of a grave.
In fact, I really don't want to be a queen. I just want to be Zhao Yicheng's wife and the mother of Zhao Yicheng's child. Unfortunately, Zhao Yicheng kicked me out before the child was born. During the day, I forced myself to pretend to be noble and strong like a queen, and at night I cried in my bed.
After crying, I still had to go to the filming site the next day. It's funny to say that my parents stubbornly believe that once a woman gets divorced, she is like second-hand goods, and her value will drop by double. Since I got divorced, they kept calling me to persuade Zhao Yicheng and I to remarry.
However, after Zhao Yicheng and I divorced, I was constantly offered film jobs and received many announcements. The following months were extremely busy, and the busy days made me forget the pain that Zhao Yicheng brought me.
I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune, I can only regard all these misfortunes as a window opened by God for me. I think one day, I will recover.
I stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside, pretending to be sad like a 45-degree blue boy. I looked and looked. I saw Feng Zhenyang's face. He leaned on the window with his chin in his hand, and his beautiful eyes gave me a look: "Shen Jiaying, do you know who I met today?"
"Who is it? Your ex-girlfriend?" I had just finished filming a scene and was exhausted, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Feng Zhenyang didn't care whether I really wanted to hear it or not, and said excitedly: "I saw Han Xiaoxiao, do you know what Han Xiaoxiao is doing?"
His eyes seemed to be saying, ask me, ask me quickly.
I didn't ask him. I had no interest in Han Xiaoxiao's affairs, and I didn't want to mention Zhao Yicheng or anyone involved with him.
"I saw Feng Zhenyang with that bald rich second generation from the Su family! The one... who's almost fifty years old!" Feng Zhenyang's face was full of gloating.
"And then?" I rolled my eyes at him, indicating that I wasn't interested in this gossip.
"Then you will have a chance to reconcile with Zhao Yicheng!" Feng Zhenyang spread his hands: "Congratulations..."
I was in a good mood, but Feng Zhenyang suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said a bunch of inexplicable things to me. My face immediately darkened: "Who said I want to reconcile with him? Am I that cheap!"
I admit that I am still a little bit of a bitch, but I have been too busy recently, so my desire to be a bitch is not as strong as before.
But Feng Zhenyang seemed a little abnormal, he was not being a jerk, he was sick. He looked around and finally climbed over the windowsill and said, "You are not being a jerk, but Zhao Yicheng might be. In order to prevent you from being a jerk too, I have come up with a great idea for you."
I ignored him: "What's the solution?"
"Let's just get along and make Zhao Yicheng give up. I'm telling you, Shen Jiaying, when I was sleeping last night, I read a Weibo post about horoscope matching, and suddenly I realized, hey! We're actually quite suitable!" Feng Zhenyang put his hand on my shoulder and said nonsense seriously. (To be continued)