Times have changed, and things have changed. I have changed, and Zhao Yicheng has changed too. The Zhao Yicheng of the past would never say such a thing. He was not qualified to ask me such a thing. I felt indescribable in my heart. I thought he was ridiculous.
"I'm not obligated to tell you." I pointed at the door again and glared at him, "Get out! Or I'll call the police!"
I have no obligation to explain to him. We are divorced. He asked me in that tone, and I was lucky enough that I didn't slap him. Why should I answer him
Love and hate, only a thought away, I don't know whether I love or hate Zhao Yicheng, maybe it's a mixture of love and hate, but more of it is disbelief. Trust is really important, no matter how much you love someone, without trust, two people will gradually become distant.
Besides, Zhao Yicheng and I divorced in that way. Even if I still have him in my heart, I will never get back together with him. I am not a fool. I will never fall into the trap again after falling into it once.
What if it hurts? A short pain is worse than a long one. I stared at Zhao Yicheng and said again: "Are you going or not?"
Zhao Yicheng looked at me in disbelief, his eyes as white as snow and frost, as if hiding a bit of disappointment, sadness and loneliness: "Shen Jiaying, you and Feng Zhenyang are really..."
"None of your business!" I was so angry that I no longer cared about my image and interrupted him harshly. In fact, I didn't have any image in front of Zhao Yicheng. It was just that he was too shameless today, which made me subvert my previous image and curse him with vulgar words.
In the bright living room, Zhao Yicheng looked at me quietly, without saying anything, and slowly sat back on the sofa. His posture was exactly the same as before, a little lazy. Zhao Yicheng used to be like this, and I would quietly lean on his shoulder, watching TV together, chatting together, discussing who divorced who, whose family remarried, what to prepare when returning home, and how to avoid entertainment reporters.
Now when I see him sitting there, besides hatred, I can't help but feel sad. After all, we have been together for more than ten years. When I was hurt, I said I didn't love him anymore. When I didn't see him, I could say I didn't love him anymore without any guilt. However, when the memory reappeared, I still felt sad.
Shen Jiaying, Zhao Yicheng is no longer the original Zhao Yicheng. Listen to what disgusting words come out of his dog's mouth. You must not be soft-hearted.
I won't be soft-hearted now, but if Zhao Yicheng stays here overnight, who knows what will happen. It's a dark and windy night, and he's in the same room with his ex-husband. Who knows what will happen!
I saw that Zhao Yicheng was going to stay here till death today. I wanted to pull him out by force, but I certainly couldn't. Among a group of women, I am considered strong, but among a group of men, I am powerless.
Well! If I can't afford to offend him, can I not hide? I'll just go out and stay in a hotel, okay? I'll change the locks as soon as Zhao Yicheng leaves tomorrow.
"Okay, if you don't leave, I will!" I threw the key to the ground, and the harsh metal sound was clearer in the quiet winter night. My high heels stomped on the floor.
I took only a few steps when I felt dizzy and my cheeks were slightly hot. My feet were very unstable, trembling and swaying, and my body tilted and I almost fell. Zhao Yicheng quickly supported me and spoke to me in the same tone as always, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened between us.
She angrily blamed me: "Shen Jiaying, this is what you call living a good life! You don't even have anyone to take care of you when you are sick!"
He helped me to put me on the sofa, nagging me non-stop: "Lie down properly, ha, I don't know what you are thinking, you actually choose Feng Zhenyang as your boyfriend, don't you think about it, a divorced woman like you, will he really like you? If he likes you, he would let you get so sick, and he wouldn't even accompany you home in the middle of the night and take care of you?"
Haha, this unfaithful man, he said it as if he would take good care of me. He also looked down on me as a divorced woman. What's wrong with me being a divorced woman? Did I want to get divorced? Shouldn't a divorced woman find another good man? I felt very unhappy and angry.
I was not feeling well in the car and was planning to come back and make some ginger soup, but after Zhao Yicheng messed things up, I forgot about it.
Now I feel even more uncomfortable, I am not feeling well, and my temper has also risen. In fact, when I walked in and saw Zhao Yicheng, I felt very uncomfortable and upset, and now I feel even more uncomfortable.
Just as he was gently helping me onto the sofa, I suddenly shook his hand off, endured the pain in my head, and angrily refused his help: "Get out! Don't be hypocritical, even if I die, it has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to see me die, get out, get out now!"
I pointed at the door and tried to drive him away helplessly. Zhao Yicheng had finally found a reason to stay. He pretended to care about me and said, "I'm leaving! What will you do if I leave? Do you want to die here alone?"
"I'm not that weak. This minor illness won't kill me." I sat up on the sofa with one hand and paused, "I'll call Feng Zhenyang. You don't have to worry about it!"
Hearing what I said, Zhao Yicheng's face showed a hint of sarcasm: "Do you think Feng Zhenyang would come here in the middle of the night?"
I sneered: "How do you know he won't come? You are not him! Zhao Yicheng, I'm not as bad as you think!"
"If Feng Zhenyang comes, I will leave and never bother him again!" Zhao Yicheng said confidently, as if he was sure that Feng Zhenyang would not come.
Oh, in Zhao Yicheng's eyes, I am really that bad! Just because I'm divorced! Oh, maybe it's just for that one breath.
I was so angry that I immediately dialed Feng Zhenyang's number. After a long while, the phone was connected, and Feng Zhenyang's somewhat tired voice came from the inside: "Shen Jiaying, what's the matter?"
"Um... I'm not feeling well, can you come over?" It didn't seem very nice to call someone over in the middle of the night for such a trivial matter, so I quickly added, "If you don't have time, forget it, I... I can be alone."
When I said this, I felt vaguely like a bitch. If Feng Zhenyang knew that I called him over in the middle of the night just to get rid of Zhao Yicheng because of a minor cold and fever, I wonder if Feng Zhenyang would be so angry that he would break up with me!
Moreover, I was not sure whether Feng Zhenyang would come. What if he rejected me? The silence on my phone for a long time made me panic. I asked again without any confidence: "Feng Zhenyang, are you listening? Can you come over now? I have a cold and want to go to the hospital..." (To be continued)