Feng Zhenyang at this moment reminded me of high school. That year, I told Feng Zhenyang that I liked his voice very much, and he said that he also liked his own voice. However, he will never know that what I wanted to say at that time was actually "I like you", or maybe he knew it. Hey, Feng Zhenyang is not a dull person, how could he not understand.
Perhaps, he was just like me now. I pretended to be confused: "What did you hear?"
"Shen Jiaying, stop pretending to be confused, okay? You heard everything Lin Zhiquan said, right?" Feng Zhenyang frowned and moved closer, the seriousness in his eyes completely different from usual.
It was a cold winter night and it should have been freezing cold, but because of Feng Zhenyang's proximity, the warm breath made the air around them warm.
But this kind of warmth doesn't belong to me, so I continued to play dumb, looking Feng Zhenyang up and down, and then rolled my eyes at him: "Feng Zhenyang, are you drunk? If you want to go crazy, go find Lin Zhiquan, don't be crazy with me here, I have to go home, it's not easy to go back to my hometown, how can I do it?"
After saying that, I quickly raised my foot and prepared to leave, for fear that Feng Zhenyang would catch me. Feng Zhenyang has been ill recently, and he always fantasizes that he is a domineering president. Unfortunately, I am not the little wife of a domineering president. I think I am more suitable to be a domineering female president with a young and handsome man.
Ideals are full, but reality is skinny. As a domineering female president, I was grabbed by the shameless Feng Zhenyang. I struggled several times but to no avail.
I simply stopped struggling. I turned around, feeling somewhat helpless: "Feng Zhenyang, can you please not be like this? Why can't we just talk peacefully? Why do we have to act crazy while drunk?"
"I drank, but I wasn't drunk!" Feng Zhenyang held my arm tighter, as if I would escape in the next second and completely disappear in this long snowy night.
"Shen Jiaying, I love you..." Feng Zhenyang's eyes were filled with affection, and his tone was so gentle that it seemed real.
If it were many years ago, I might have felt happy, but now, I have a feeling that I can't explain. I once liked Feng Zhenyang, but I liked him at the wrong time. It was not suitable for a romantic relationship. At least, it was not good for Feng Zhenyang and me.
If he had not chosen to refuse at the beginning, then the ending might have been different. Maybe we would have broken up long ago. After all, Feng Zhenyang is not a child from an ordinary family.
Until now, I still don't quite know his family background. I only know that his father is indeed very rich and is involved in a wide range of industries. The Jianfeng Group owns hotels, petroleum, and electronics industries. According to Feng Zhenyang, their family mainly operates in the electronics industry.
Jianfeng has branches all over the country. Although it is very different from some well-known domestic groups or family-owned enterprises known as chaebols, it is still a wealthy family after all. I think if Feng Zhenyang and I had really gone to the past, the ending might not be better than it is now.
In fact, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that I no longer like him. The feeling I had when I was young has long disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, I would not have been able to be friends with him for more than ten years.
Once you miss it, you miss it. No matter how much you regret, you can’t turn back time, and you can’t get back the excitement you once had.
Life is unpredictable, just like the weather today. When you think it is still winter, it suddenly becomes extremely hot. There is no warning for the change. In some places, spring, summer, autumn and winter go through in just one week. It is hard to predict and even harder to guess.
I probably have this feeling about Feng Zhenyang. I can't figure it out, and I don't have the energy to guess. I just treat him as a tantrum, staring at him expressionlessly, extremely unhappy: "Feng Zhenyang! Don't joke with me like this, okay? I really have to go back. You know my parents. It's okay if I'm not with them. If I have to be with them, I have to go home before ten o'clock. I don't want to listen to my mother nagging endlessly. Let me go, or I'll be angry, okay?"
I racked my brains to come up with this long speech, but Feng Zhenyang remained indifferent. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and was furious: "Brother! If you want to go crazy, you should know the right place. What if we are being photographed by reporters here? Ah!"
"Shen Jiaying, either give me an answer or we'll break up." Feng Zhenyang completely ignored what I said and stared at me with a frosty face and an aggressive tone. (To be continued)