No status in life, no marriage in life! When I heard Feng Zhenyang's words, I was slightly stunned. For a moment, I couldn't react to what Feng Zhenyang meant.
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly got out of his arms. Although I knew the answer, I still asked him shamelessly: "Feng Zhenyang, what do you mean?"
"Jiaying... I..." Feng Zhenyang's pale face turned even paler: "My fifth uncle asked me to marry Qi Xiaoyu... My current situation..."
"You mean, let me be your lover! Then you marry Qi Xiaoyu?" I was shocked, and suddenly remembered Qi Xiaoyu's hostility towards me not long ago, and those unpleasant words. Could it be...
I suddenly understood, and because I was too excited, my body couldn't help shaking: "Feng Zhenyang, you... you are engaged to Qi Xiaoyu, you already have one... right?"
Feng Zhenyang just looked at me quietly without answering, but the sadness and guilt on his face was the best evidence. He had an engagement with Qi Xiaoyu and knew that there would be no ending between us, but he still wanted to provoke me.
In fact, it is common for someone like Feng Zhenyang to have an engagement. For many things, we can easily say that it is no big deal and we can just break up. After all, he is not the only man in the world.
But when it happened to me, I found myself so helpless. I believed Feng Zhenyang and opened my heart again, but I didn't expect him to say such words. I, Shen Jiaying, was a slut in love, but no matter how slutty I was, I would never destroy someone's marriage, let alone be someone's third party. Now, am I considered to be someone's third party
Qi Xiaoyu and Feng Zhenyang were already engaged, so what about me? What am I? I came here to comfort Feng Zhenyang, but when the truth was in front of me, I couldn't comfort him anymore. I felt like I was struck by lightning. I couldn't help but get excited. I stared at Feng Zhenyang and said, "So, I am actually the third party, right? Do you want me to continue to be a mistress who can't be seen in public?"
The more I talked, the sadder I became. Tears could not help but fall. I knew there were some things Feng Zhenyang could not do anything about, but I was not that magnanimous. It was even more impossible for me to be his lover without a formal status. What would that mean? What I hated most was a mistress. Now, was I going to be someone else's mistress
"Feng Zhenyang, let's break up!" As a woman, I change my mind faster than turning the pages of a book. Even though it hurts, like a piercing through my heart, I still think this is the best choice.
What if I broke up with him? Being entangled with him and being his lover left me bruised and battered. I understand the pain of breaking up better than anyone else. Zhao Yicheng taught me not to trust easily, and also taught me that a short pain is worse than a long one.
It was an impulse or something else, I think it is the best choice for Feng Zhenyang and I to separate. Maybe it was a mistake to agree to be with him from the beginning, how can I let this mistake continue? It doesn't matter to me whether he and Qi Xiaoyu are in a family marriage or just in love, because no matter what, he knew they would get married, but he still wanted to provoke me, haha... No matter what, I am a third party.
In the quiet room, besides my crying, the only sound was Feng Zhenyang's breathing, so close yet so far away. I closed my eyes, wiped the tears from my face, and thought, it's time for me to go...
"Jiaying, listen to me, it's not like that... At the beginning... I thought I could handle it!" Before I took a step, a pair of hands hugged me from behind. Feng Zhenyang's hands were shaking, and his voice was trembling, "It's really not like that. At first I thought I could handle it, I just didn't expect that my fifth uncle would... Anyway, Jiaying, you just need to know that I love you..."
I believe what Feng Zhenyang said is true, maybe at first he thought he could do it, he thought he could give me a future. But now, maybe he did it for his parents, for me, but I still can't accept it.
I stared at Feng Zhenyang for a long time, and smiled bitterly at myself: "You love me... I love you, we can be together forever... It doesn't matter if we are lovers or third parties, as long as we are together. But... we can't be together, this is reality, not a TV show..."
Yes, we all live in reality and must make realistic and cruel choices. Perhaps it is because we are both past the age of dreaming and the passionate youth, or perhaps it is because we both know the result. He did not chase me, and I did not look back. The steps I took were so heavy that it seemed as if there were heavy chains under my feet.
I hate mistresses, so naturally I don't want to be someone else's mistress. If Feng Zhenyang is determined to marry Qi Xiaoyu, then leaving is the best option. Whether he loves her or not, as long as he marries Qi Xiaoyu, then Qi Xiaoyu is his wife. I don't know if others can accept and continue to maintain such a relationship, but I... I can't do it.
In the following days, Feng Zhenyang and I seemed to be strangers. Perhaps it was because we were strangers that I acted so naturally. However, no matter how natural I looked on the surface, I was still in pain inside. I used to feel very happy when filming, but now it is very painful. I just hope that the filming can be finished soon and I will never meet Feng Zhenyang again.
Anyway, it's impossible to see him. He has his helplessness, and I have my freedom. I can't blame him, and he can't force me.
The following months were so peaceful that it seemed as if nothing had ever happened between us, or that we had never even met.
Until I left Zhejiang, I felt like I was dreaming, in which I was in love with Feng Zhenyang...
The capital city is as hot as ever in summer. Although not as hot as Wuhan and Nanjing, it is still hot enough to make people irritable. Especially after breaking up with Feng Zhenyang, I became even more irritable and couldn't help myself. I felt like I had entered menopause early.
Just when I was irritable, I met someone who made me even irritable—Han Xiaoxiao. It is not wrong to describe Han Xiaoxiao as a lingering ghost. With such tracking skills, it would be a pity if she didn't become a detective. I met her even when I went out for a cup of coffee. No one would believe it if I said it was a coincidence.
Of course no one believed it, because Han Xiaoxiao came to see me specifically.
"Sister Jiaying, long time no see." Han Xiaoxiao's clothes were still that of a green tea bitch as always.
I was too lazy to pay attention to her and stood up to leave. I guessed that she was going crazy again. It was either because of Zhao Yicheng or because she took money from Qi Xiaoyu, or something else. Anyway, this person was sick...
"Sister Jiaying, don't leave in such a hurry!" Han Xiaoxiao stopped me when she saw me leaving. She smiled as innocently as she did at the beginning, but her words were disgusting to the core: "Don't you want to know why Feng Zhenyang agreed to marry Qi Xiaoyu and return to the Feng family chaebol? Do you really think he did it for his parents? If that was the case, he would have faded out ten years ago. Why wait until now? Do you think those things can really threaten him?"
If it wasn't because of his parents, then why? I really felt disgusted with Han Xiaoxiao and couldn't understand what she did, but when I heard everything about Feng Zhenyang, I couldn't help but ask her, "What do you want to say?"
"You know what I want to say, don't you?" Han Xiaoxiao smiled, leaned over and sat on the sofa next to her, and said slowly: "The reason why Feng Zhenyang chose to quit the entertainment industry was not because of others, but because of you..."
At first I thought Han Xiaoxiao's words were somewhat credible. After all, she would do anything for money, and it's not impossible for her to take the risk of snooping into the privacy of wealthy families. But when I heard her say that Feng Zhenyang did it for me, I thought she was talking nonsense. If it was for me, Feng Zhenyang should have known very well that I would rather be destitute than stay with him as the third party in his marriage. He should have told me a long time ago. Why did he have to let Han Xiaoxiao say it
This Han Xiaoxiao must be trying to blackmail someone again. She is so shameless. She and Zhao Yicheng are a perfect match.
I looked at her coldly and couldn't help laughing: "Because of me? You are quite good at making up stories. Han Xiaoxiao, I warn you, don't follow me anymore, and don't go crazy in front of me, otherwise I don't mind asking you to get out of the capital. Although I, Shen Jiaying, am not from a wealthy family, I am more than capable of making you unable to survive in the capital..."
I think Han Xiaoxiao is a lunatic, and she is indeed a lunatic, a complete lunatic.
It was obviously she who came to provoke me first, but because of my broken words, she suddenly became excited, her eyes were in pain, and her originally pure and beautiful face became very distorted. Regardless of the occasion, she said to me hysterically: "Yes! You are amazing! You are amazing! You are a big star! It's easy for you to kill me! So what if you are famous, no matter how famous you are, your father is still a bastard, your mother is still..."
"Han Xiaoxiao!" When I was about to call the police, Zhao Yicheng suddenly appeared and interrupted Han Xiaoxiao's words in a harsh voice. His face was as cold as ice and his eyes were gloomy. He spoke to Han Xiaoxiao in a cruel and threatening tone: "What are you crazy about? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm talking nonsense? How am I talking nonsense?" Han Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and her slightly calloused hands pointed directly at Zhao Yicheng. Her pretty face was full of madness and unwillingness: "Zhao Yicheng, you are really shameless. She didn't even look at you straight in the eye, and you still helped her? She is just an old woman! Why does she do that? "
Oh, I am an old woman? Yes... Compared to her, I am indeed old. As an old woman, I have really opened my eyes today. At the beginning, these two people loved each other to death, regardless of worldly views, and wanted to be together even in death. But now they are like enemies, and this hatred is as deep as the sea, deeper than the hatred between me and Zhao Yicheng...
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a psychopath, but I actually found it funny. However, I’ve seen too many melodramas and I had no interest in watching any more, so I took a step forward to leave while the two were arguing fiercely.
Bang! Before I even took a step, I felt a burning pain on my face, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, and the pain became even more intense... (To be continued)