At that moment, I completely forgot what my mother always taught me: respect elders and filial piety is the most important virtue. I couldn't hold back for a moment, and without thinking, I angrily blamed my father: "Dad! What are you doing! Why are you hitting me without knowing the reason! You... You hit me in the face!!"
"Ouch... You really went too far this time!" I didn't know what to say anymore. I hurriedly reached out to pull Feng Zhenyang and said, "Hurry, let's go to the hospital!"
I was so anxious that I didn't say much to my mother, fearing that something might happen to Feng Zhenyang. After all, he was injured when he came to my house. I apologized to Feng Zhenyang while I was visiting Feng's mother. No matter what, it was wrong for my father to break someone's head.
Besides, he didn't understand the situation at all, what did Feng Zhenyang mean by destroying my marriage with Zhao Yicheng. I didn't bother to ask more questions, nor did I care how ugly my father's face was. I hurried out of the door with Feng Zhenyang and Feng's mother, and urged Shen Shiqi to come out and drive.
I was very nervous and kept apologizing to Feng's mother. No matter what the reason was, my father shouldn't hit anyone. So I covered Feng Zhenyang's wound with a handkerchief and kept apologizing to Feng's mother: "Aunt, I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay, maybe I shouldn't have come." Mother Feng's expression was strange. She didn't seem to be blaming my father. Instead, she looked a little sad and a little guilty.
I don't understand what Feng's mother feels guilty about, and I don't have the energy to speculate. I just want to rush to the hospital. Feng Zhenyang makes a living with his face. His forehead keeps bleeding, and I don't know how deep the wound is. If he leaves a scar, how will he survive in the future! Although scars can be removed now, such things are usually easier said than done.
We are not children of three or four years old anymore. If we are seriously wounded, it will be extremely difficult to recover to the original state.
So I was so nervous that I forgot about Shen Shiqi and Feng's mother, and asked Feng Zhenyang in a panic: "Feng Zhenyang, are you okay? Just hold on! We'll be at the hospital soon, and that...it won't leave any scars!"
Normally, I am not a person who gets panicked easily, Feng Zhenyang said. My calmness seems to be innate. No matter what happens, I will never yell or panic.
Take high school for example. I don't know which boy in the class brought a bag of dead bats into the classroom and scattered them all over the classroom. The other female classmates were so scared that they screamed, cried and shouted, and almost crawled out of the classroom. Only I was still sitting in the classroom doing my homework calmly.
Feng Zhenyang cleaned up the dead bat on the table for me and asked me in confusion, "Shen Jiaying, why didn't you scream?"
"Why do we have to shout? Will the bats disappear if we shout?" My answer at that time was very arrogant.
Since then, everyone in the class thought I was very calm and that I was a strong woman, not as delicate as other girls. Naturally, few people regarded me as a delicate girl. This included Feng Zhenyang. During high school, he probably never regarded me as a girl.
However, they didn't know that I wasn't unafraid, but I was so scared that I couldn't even scream. When I wanted to scream, I found that others had already screamed, and I thought it would be so embarrassing if I screamed again, so I pretended to be calm.
But Feng Zhenyang's condition made me unable to remain calm. As the saying goes, the emperor is not anxious to death, but the eunuchs are anxious to death. I was very worried that Feng Zhenyang would be in trouble. However, Feng Zhenyang was calm and covered his forehead with his hand, saying lightly: "It's just a minor injury, not that serious. Don't panic. If you panic like this, are you still Shen Jiaying?"
As soon as Feng Zhenyang said this, I realized that I had lost my composure. Feng Zhenyang was injured and his mother didn't panic, so why was I panicking? I knew that I hadn't been normal recently, but I still argued, "I'm panicking for you, and for my dad!"
"Aunt, my dad has a bad temper. Don't blame him! I apologize to you on his behalf. Please don't sue him!" I was feeling very nervous. I didn't know why Feng's mother came to my house, but it was true that my father broke Feng Zhenyang's head.
Which mother doesn't love her son? Especially Feng's mother who worships Feng Zhenyang as her ancestor. However, unexpectedly, Feng Zhenyang and Feng's mother didn't care. Until we arrived at the hospital, I didn't hear Feng's mother say a word to blame my father.
If this had happened in the past, Feng's mother would have scolded my father and threatened to sue him in court. Now both mother and son have chosen to remain silent, which makes me feel uneasy.
Fortunately, Feng Zhenyang's injury was not serious. Although there was blood, it was only a superficial wound. After hearing the doctor's diagnosis, I finally felt relieved.
When we left the hospital, while Feng's mother was in the bathroom, I whispered to Feng Zhenyang, "Feng Zhenyang, what did you say to my father? Why did my father hit you?"
"I didn't say anything!" Feng Zhenyang dodged, obviously saying something.
The longer he didn't answer, the more curious I became, so I asked him again: "What did you say? And why did your mother come to my house? Why did my father hit you? Was it because he thought there was something between us? Are you still in pain? Did she not become brain-damaged? I think your mother is a little weird?"
I spoke out all the confusion in my heart, and Feng Zhenyang said expressionlessly: "Which one do you want me to answer first?"
"Why did my dad beat you?" I was confused, and I felt that Feng Zhenyang and Feng's mother were not normal. Of course, my dad seemed to be abnormal too.
My father has a lot of dissatisfaction with the Feng family, but it would never go so far as to break Feng Zhenyang's head. And Feng's mother's reaction was also really strange.
However, Feng Zhenyang just spread his hands and fooled me like a three-year-old kid: "Nothing... your dad just doesn't like me. You know... your dad has never liked me. He wants to beat me up whenever he sees me. He is simply a violent maniac!"
"Shen Shiqi, tell me! What's going on?" I rolled my eyes at Feng Zhenyang who was talking nonsense, and grabbed Shen Shiqi who was standing next to me with a threatening look on my face.
"So what... Sister... do you really want me to tell you?" Shen Shiqi hesitated, feeling very embarrassed... (To be continued)