I... I was tricked by Zhao Yicheng! He deliberately deceived me and then pretended to be a prodigal son. These reporters... These reporters were all called by him in advance. All of this was planned by Zhao Yicheng!
I suddenly realized that I tried my best to shake off Zhao Yicheng's hand, but it was too late. The more I tried to shake him off, the more nervous he became, and finally he simply stood up and pulled me into his arms.
The reporters around us kept taking pictures of us. These entertainment reporters like to take quotes out of context. When the press release is issued tomorrow, they will definitely exaggerate how Zhao Yicheng and I fell in love, and then reprint all the photos of us over the past ten years. Come out and review it, and then a large number of netizens will come to you. Zhao Yicheng’s idiot fans will go to my Weibo to ask me to remarry him, and so on...
These are not the important points. The important point is that if Feng Zhenyang sees... I dare not continue to think about it. After Feng Zhenyang and I were together, we never quarreled because of a third or fourth party.
That's because there has never been a third party between us. As far as he and Qi Xiaoyu are concerned, that is not what he wants. Besides, he has never expressed any feelings for Qi Xiaoyu. To put it bluntly, it is his fifth uncle. Wishful thinking, thinking about getting Feng Zhenyang and Qi Xiaoyu married and benefiting from the marriage between Feng and Qi's family.
"Zhao Yicheng, let me go!" I am a public figure, and I am an ordinary woman. On the one hand, I don't like Zhao Yicheng's approach, and on the other hand, I don't want to cause any scandal with him that is not worthy of the name. Since it is inevitable, then I tried my best to distance myself from him.
"Zhao Yicheng! Let me go!" I said again, this time with strong anger. At the same time, I struggled hard, pulled Zhao Yicheng's hand away, pulled it away, and then put it back. I was so shameless, so shameless. Thicker than the city wall.
This kind of shamelessness may work for other women, but it has no meaning for me. Broken feelings are like broken mirrors. The so-called reunion after a broken mirror is just deceiving others. The cracks left by the friction of those years are forever. There is no way to go back to the beginning.
What's more, I am now with Feng Zhenyang, and my heart is with Feng Zhenyang. I once made a lot of rules because Zhao Yicheng didn't want to do the kissing scene. Although there are not so many rules now, I don't want Feng Zhenyang to misunderstand.
Given the current situation, wouldn't it be strange if Feng Zhenyang didn't misunderstand him? I have to do something! Zhao Yicheng imprisoned my hands, and it was completely futile for me to break free. If I couldn't break free, I simply stopped struggling. I lifted up my high heels and kicked them off hard, and glanced at the shiny black leather shoes on Zhao Yicheng's feet.
I stepped hard enough, and Zhao Yicheng suddenly trembled when I stepped on him. I let go of my hands and took the opportunity to push him away.
When I turned to face the reporters, I couldn't laugh, but I didn't get angry either. I just tried my best to squeeze out. Although I’m really fed up with these paparazzi who like to stalk people and take photos. I don’t know what untrue press releases they will write after today, but I also know very well in my heart that if I get angry with them, I will definitely be smeared even more. , if I respond now, Zhao Yicheng will definitely talk nonsense. It is better to do less than to do more. I'd better escape from this ghost place first and call Rong Fang quickly.
Before Zhao Yicheng could react, I left quickly. Even though I was wearing high heels, I still ran very fast. I ran out of the restaurant and hid immediately. As an artist, I am pretty good at hiding from reporters, of course, provided they are blatantly chasing me.
"Shen Jiaying, are you out of your mind? You ran to see Zhao Yicheng even though you knew he had bad intentions. Why are you so mean!" My agent is an unsympathetic woman. I managed to escape from the devil's cave and hid miserably. I called her in the restroom of a nearby shopping mall, but she didn't want to find someone to rescue me immediately. She even called me a bitch.
I was extremely depressed and anxious: "Stop talking, let someone come and rescue me quickly..."
"Okay, okay, okay, where are you? I'll ask Tang Xiaomei to come over... Zhao Yicheng, the damned one, don't let him see him, or I will beat him into a cripple!" Sometimes, the spectators are always more angry than the authorities, Every time he mentioned Zhao Yicheng, Rong Fang would gnash his teeth and become furious as if he were mentioning the enemy who killed his father.
I'm not worried about Rong Fang going into a rage. I'm more worried about Feng Zhenyang going into a rage. I can't even imagine how he would react if he knew that I went to see Zhao Yicheng behind his back? I don't know if I owed it to Zhao Yicheng in my previous life. I just wasted more than ten years of my youth on him. Now that I'm divorced, he still plots against me like this. When he took me to the hospital before, I thought that when I saw him in the future, I would treat him as a stranger and no longer have to look at him coldly.
Now it seems that it is better not to even see him. When Tang Xiaomei rushed over, she was wrapped like a polar bear. The polar bear handed me a pair of flat shoes and reminded me: "Shen Jiaying, you have to be careful when you go out..."
"I know, I was alone and helpless before, and I was held back by Zhao Yicheng. Aren't you here now? Nothing serious will happen." I changed my shoes while talking to Tang Xiaomei: "Anyway It’s not like I’ve never encountered this situation before. Those reporters could only take photos and ask some sharp questions, but could they beat me?”
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Tang Xiaomei looked outside and her face became particularly ugly: "That's not what I'm talking about. Feng Zhenyang is here too, outside!"
Feng Zhenyang is here! Why did Feng Zhenyang come? Didn't I call him? Could it be...those bastard reporters have issued a press release. I hurriedly put the high heels I took off into my bag, and suddenly became nervous: "Why is Feng Zhenyang here? Those reporters have already released the news?"
Tang Xiaomei's face was expressionless, her eyes full of resentment, and she felt a little guilty: "No... Then when Sister Rong called me, I was with Cao Yan, and by accident, Cao Yan's big mouth heard him, and he... he just Notified Feng Zhenyang..."
Tang Xiaomei's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end she stopped talking at all. Her smile was uglier than her cry: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have called in front of Cao Yan..."
"No... why are you with Cao Yan?" At this time, I am still in the mood to gossip about other people's affairs, especially when Feng Zhenyang is still outside. I am not worried about myself. Instead, I am minding my own business. I think I am too Calm enough.
Tang Xiaomei was not calm. Her face was full of anger and she gritted her teeth: "That bitch Cao Yan, doesn't he still owe me five hundred yuan? He has to let me go to Sanlitun to find him, otherwise he won't pay me back!"
"So, you went to Sanlitun in broad daylight for five hundred yuan?" Call me stupid, Tang Xiaomei and I are no different, we are all obsessed with money! As a gossipy woman, I broke the casserole and asked the truth: "No, when did Cao Yan owe you five hundred yuan?"
"Hey, don't worry about when Cao Yan owed me five hundred yuan. You should think about how to explain to Feng Zhenyang and Sister Rong! Let's go!" Tang Xiaomei pushed me and opened the toilet door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a large group of reporters swarming in, followed immediately by Feng Zhenyang. Feng Zhenyang's face was gloomy, which made me feel so cold that even the air conditioner in the mall couldn't save me.
With the appearance of Feng Zhenyang, the reporters' attention immediately shifted from 'Zhao Yicheng's prodigal son returns with no money' to 'The Temptation of a Confidant'. Feng Zhenyang was tall and straight, which gave him quite an advantage when being besieged. He came to my side in an instant and pulled me into his arms.
Feng Zhenyang's move made the reporters watching even more excited. The young master of Li & Fung Group, who announced his retirement just a few months ago, suddenly appeared and actually held Shen Jiaying in his arms. This is much more interesting than Zhao Yicheng's Prodigal Son Turning Back. The dazzling flashlight made me almost unable to open my eyes. I originally thought about not responding, or telling everyone that it was not convenient to respond now, and that I would give you an explanation some other time, and so on.
Now Feng Zhenyang's appearance and his actions have completely reversed the situation. At this moment, I don't know how to answer. I admit that I like to be an actor and interpret different lives, but my temper and my slowness are as slow as a snail. The reaction arc is not suitable for the entertainment industry at all, although sometimes it can be solved by putting on a show or something.
In Feng Zhenyang's words, I am too light-tempered, so I just want to be an ordinary actor, as long as I can have enough to eat. Maybe it's just bad luck that I, a person with an easy-to-satisfy temper and no ambitions, can actually become famous in the entertainment industry. But after entering the circle, many times it is out of necessity.
For example, if I don't get angry at reporters, I have no choice but to get angry at them. In my heart, I really want to get angry at them, but my face is quite gentle. Compared to me, Feng Zhenyang is better at acting. He held me with one arm and blocked me with the other hand, with a smile on his face: "Thank you all friends from the media for your concern. Jiaying is not in a good condition today and it is not convenient for her." Please give in to the interview.”
"Mr. Feng, what is your relationship with Miss Shen?" These reporters are not afraid of death, and the questions they ask are usually not tactful but sharp.
I really didn't want to answer, so I tried to hide away, but in the end I couldn't escape. So Feng Zhenyang replied politely: "Shen Jiaying and I have known each other for more than ten years. We were classmates in high school."
He smiled, pretending to be relaxed and said: "You, my roommate."
As soon as Feng Zhenyang finished speaking, a reporter from a newspaper immediately asked: "Ms. Shen, what is your attitude towards your ex-husband, Mr. Zhao Yicheng, turning back as a prodigal and sincerely repenting?"
Unable to escape, I had no choice but to face it and asked the reporter with a smile: "If it were you? What would you do?"
Maybe she didn't expect me to ask a question in return. The female reporter was stunned for a moment. I didn't give other reporters a chance to ask questions, so I pretended to be sad: "I am an actor, but I am also an ordinary woman. My attitude is that of an ordinary woman." A woman’s attitude.”
Probably because Feng Zhenyang is around, I am not afraid of saying the wrong thing. This may seem like a way to deal with reporters, but it is actually my true words. I am... just an ordinary woman.
"I would like to ask friends from the media to step aside. If there is any progress, we will inform everyone as soon as possible." Feng Zhenyang was as official as ever. He hugged me and squeezed out of the crowd. The reporters stopped chasing after they got the answer. Feng Zhenyang's identity was also revealed. They didn't dare to chase him, and they were all afraid of Feng Zhenyang.
And when I left that shopping mall, I was a little afraid of Feng Zhenyang.
The atmosphere in the black Maybach was particularly gloomy. Feng Zhenyang's face was as frosty as ice, and the coldness in his eyes was so cold that it made people tremble: "Shen Jiaying, are you... so mean, so hard to forget Zhao Yicheng?" (To be continued)