"Mom, I'm really tired. Let's talk about it after the New Year." I said a few perfunctorily and hung up the phone in a hurry. I could basically imagine how angry my mother was, but I was really too tired to listen to her so-called great principles.
Tang Xiaomei, who was driving in front of me, saw me hanging up the phone with my mother and said sympathetically, "Jiaying, your mother wants you to remarry Zhao Yicheng again."
"Yeah, oh, it's really annoying." I felt helpless. I couldn't decide what kind of family I was born into. I couldn't decide my birth, so I could only try to change it. However, it was so difficult to change.
Tang Xiaomei and I have similar worries. She sighed, "It's really annoying. Take my mom for example. She always asks me to go on blind dates and always wants me to marry the nerd next door. It was even more outrageous that day. She actually lied to me and said she fainted and told me to go home quickly. In the end, she wasn't sick, but I almost scared her to death."
After that, she sighed again. Rong Fang couldn't stand our atmosphere anymore, so she interrupted Tang Xiaomei's melancholy and gave her a lecture: "Why are you sighing at such a young age? Jiaying, don't think too much. Remarriage is up to you. If you don't want to, it's useless even if someone holds a knife to your neck."
I shook my head and smiled bitterly: "I'm not afraid of someone putting a knife to my neck. I'm more worried about my mother putting a knife to her own neck."
My mother is good at crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself. She is not incapable of forcing me to remarry Zhao Yicheng by threatening to die. The reason why I married Zhao Yicheng without my parents' knowledge was that I was afraid of my mother's trouble. Zhao Yicheng was penniless at that time. Although my father was a poor and cultured man, he looked down on Zhao Yicheng, who was even poorer.
My mother is a rough person. Like my father, she looked down on poor Zhao Yicheng. Of course, I think they were doing it for my own good, fearing that I would suffer if I followed a poor man like him. Therefore, Zhao Yicheng and I kept our marriage a secret for several years until we both became successful and then confessed to my parents.
Zhao Yicheng rose from poverty to wealth, unlike Feng Zhenyang who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so my dad liked him better than Feng Zhenyang. Anyway, my dad didn't like those who were too rich, and they didn't like those who were too poor either.
My father and mother are just like this. In the words of my younger brother Shen Shiqi, they are inherently inferior.
Because we are poor, we feel inferior to others. In fact, we are not that poor. We are not as good as the rich, but better than the poor. We don't steal or rob, and we make money with our own hands. I never feel that we are inferior to others.
But my father didn't think so. He looked down on the poor, envied the rich, and liked to be praised. My mother didn't have her own opinion and listened to my father in everything, which made Shen Shiqi and I very upset.
Public figures have more worries than ordinary people. When the Chinese New Year comes, headaches come one after another. In addition to returning to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year, they also have to attend class reunions.
To be honest, I don't want to go to any class reunion, but if I don't go, people will say that I have become a star, that I am great, and look down on my old classmates. Class reunions only happen once every five or six years, so I have to make time to go no matter how busy I am.
What celebrities fear most is rumors. Rumors are scary and a groundless rumor can easily ruin a person.
The more I thought about it, the more tired I became, so I simply stopped thinking about it. It was about twelve o'clock in the morning when I got home.
I was in a hurry and only ate some bread. Now I was starving and my head was aching. I didn't care whether I was getting fat or ugly. I hurried into the house and went straight to the kitchen. I thought about eating first and then making some ginger soup. I was alone in a big villa. Everyone was with me. If I didn't pay attention, I would die suddenly tomorrow and no one would know.
“I’m back…” I was about to open the door, and the originally dark living room suddenly became bright, and a familiar voice came from not far away.
I looked at the man standing in the living room in shock. I was so scared that I forgot I was hungry. It took me a while to react. I suddenly remembered something very important: Zhao Yicheng still had the key to my house.
She immediately walked over and grabbed the key from his hand. She was so nervous that she stuttered, "Zhao Yicheng, you...what are you doing coming to my house in the middle of the night? Wasn't what I said clear enough? Can you please not be so shameless?" (To be continued)