"What's good about it? Is this a good idea? You are ruining my reputation!" I immediately rejected Feng Zhenyang's bad idea.
Feng Zhenyang didn't think it was a bad idea. He thought it was a great idea and kept trying to persuade me, "Why are you so stubborn?"
"Or are you still thinking about reconciling with Zhao Yicheng? Shen Jiaying, can you please stop being so shameless?" Before I could say anything, Feng Zhenyang continued with this long string of words.
In the past few months, my mother has been nagging me to reconcile with Zhao Yicheng, which has already made me very worried. Feng Zhenyang is still meddling in this. I immediately vented all my annoyance and displeasure on him and interrupted him angrily: "Feng Zhenyang! Can you stop making trouble? I'm going crazy now, you know? You're still talking nonsense here! You know how much my parents hate you! What do you want to do on New Year's Day? Are you going to cause a bloodbath?"
After a few words of mutual dislike, the atmosphere became a little normal. At least, I felt much more at ease.
A few minutes ago, I was still praising Feng Zhenyang in my heart for finally being reliable and no longer being careless. I thought he would have some good ideas, but he turned out to be the same as always, unable to spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.
If I really did what he said, I would be beaten to death by his fans or crippled by my dad. My dad was very upset with Feng Zhenyang's family, sometimes so upset that I even suspected he had some bloody, complicated grudge with the Feng family.
Shen Shiqi also had doubts about this question. Once upon a time, Feng Zhenyang also had doubts. He never understood why my father would rather ruin my future than to preserve his so-called self-esteem. Besides, being sponsored by others is not a shameful thing. However, neither I, Shen Shiqi, nor Feng Zhenyang ever asked.
My dad doesn't like Feng Zhenyang, and he doesn't like his family even more. No matter how good Feng's mother is to me, in my dad's eyes, the Feng family is not a good person. In fact, now it seems that Zhao Yicheng is even less of a person! I really don't understand why my parents keep pushing me and Zhao Yicheng to reconcile.
Yes, they are feudal, they are pedantic, they think divorce is shameful, but Zhao Yicheng and I have been divorced for a full six months, and the person who should be divorced has already been divorced. If we reconcile now, it will only be another loss of people. But they are stubborn, and have been stubborn for more than half a year!
Besides, they didn't like my association with Feng Zhenyang. They wanted to tell my dad that Feng Zhenyang and I were together, that I had Feng Zhenyang's child, and that I would bring Feng Zhenyang home. I guess the New Year's Eve dinner would become our last dinner.
Feng Zhenyang was a man of few words. After listening to my long string of words, he immediately thought that what I said made sense.
I also remembered my parents' prejudice against him, and immediately stopped smiling. I looked puzzled: "Oh, that's true! I don't understand, why does your father dislike me so much? How am I, Feng Zhenyang, worse than Zhao Yicheng? Am I uglier than him, or am I not as good as him? Oh, I really can't figure it out!"
I don't understand, but I never dare to ask. Every time I mention Feng Zhenyang in front of my dad, he gets angry with me, as if Feng Zhenyang is a dog-skin plaster and he's afraid of sticking to him. According to the trend of the family ethics drama, it should be the Feng family who dislikes me, right
With an uneasy and confused heart, I returned to my hometown after a long absence. It wasn't that long ago. Except for the first few years, I would go home every Chinese New Year.
A year or two is not really too long, but I don't know why, I always feel that this year is so long, as if a century has passed.
Although I know my mother will nag me endlessly when I go home, and I also know that the family relationship in our family is not as warm as other families, and I am even more worried because of going home. However, I still want to go home. People are contradictory, and women are even more contradictory.
The day we returned to Qinghe City, it was snowing heavily and freezing cold. Feng Zhenyang and I wrapped ourselves up tightly, and no one recognized us. Because it was a cold winter, no one would notice our strange outfits.
Qinghe City is not as prosperous as the imperial capital, and of course not as prosperous as many first-tier cities in the south. The transportation is not well developed. There are no planes or trains. You have to fly from Beijing to Chengdu and then transfer to a long-distance bus. I wanted to get off in Chengdu, so I asked Shen Shiqi to drive over to pick me up.
Feng Zhenyang, that psychopath, didn't drive his luxury car, and wouldn't let me follow his bodyguards. He insisted on taking me on a long-distance bus, saying it was to commemorate our lost youth! Youth? Bullshit youth! My youth was all gone, so how could I have any youth to commemorate
However, Feng Zhenyang thought that his youthful vitality could infect me. Tang Xiaomei said that this guy was simply out of his mind. If the two of us were to travel together and someone with ulterior motives took a photo of us, they might make up some crappy news like Feng Zhenyang and Shen Jiaying going home to meet their parents.
I couldn't persuade Feng Zhenyang, he said if I didn't go with him, he would tell others that I was pregnant with his child! I gnashed my teeth in hatred, but I also had to reminisce about our youth with him.
As a public figure, I was afraid of being recognized. Even though I was sweating profusely on the long-distance bus, I didn’t dare take off the scarf covering my face.
It was hot inside the car, but it was freezing cold outside. When I walked out of the station, a cold wind blew and I shivered. Looking past the crowd of people, I saw Shen Shiqi standing at the station entrance.
After not seeing him for a year, Shen Shiqi looked more mature and stable than a year ago. I pulled down my scarf, dragged my suitcase, and hurried towards him, leaving Feng Zhenyang far behind without any loyalty.
"Sister, why are you alone here? Where is Brother Zhenyang?" Shen Shiqi is so heartless that he didn't even ask me, his own sister, how I have been doing in the past year, but asked about Feng Zhenyang first.
I said angrily, "What happened next! Shen Shiqi, what's wrong with you? I am your sister! You didn't even help me carry my luggage, and you didn't ask me how I was doing. Instead, you asked Feng Zhenyang first if I was your real sister!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Of course you are!" Shen Shiqi's face was full of anxiety, and his eyes searched for Feng Zhenyang's figure in the crowd: "Sister, let me tell you, let Brother Zhenyang go to our house immediately. You don't know, our family is about to explode!" (To be continued)