If Qi Xiaoyu doesn't marry Feng Zhenyang, will her life be over? How can she be over if she doesn't marry Feng Zhenyang? I was completely confused. What does her life have to do with me? Qi Xiaoyu and I are complete strangers. Before I was with Feng Zhenyang, she was still causing trouble for me.
Not only did she call me to apologize, she also told me that if she didn't marry Feng Zhenyang, her life would be over. Has this person become crazy because he has watched too many TV dramas
Whether she saw something wrong or something else, it has nothing to do with me. In the past, I might have listened to it out of curiosity and then felt sympathy. Since my divorce from Zhao Yicheng, I found that my heart seemed to be much colder than before.
During the initial period, my face was cold towards Feng Zhenyang. I remember Tang Xiaomei once said, Shen Jiaying, you are like a piece of ice, and Feng Zhenyang is the fire that melts you.
Feng Zhenyang melted my closed heart, made me believe in love again, and made my heart gradually become soft again. If possible, I hope my heart can be as pure and soft as it was in high school.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. I can no longer be as soft as before. Qi Xiaoyu's despair and melancholy sounded more like deception and coercion to me.
What does it mean that if she doesn't marry Feng Zhenyang, her life will be ruined? Is it possible that if she doesn't marry Feng Zhenyang, she will not be able to live? If Feng Zhenyang and she did have a relationship, it would be understandable. The problem is that Feng Zhenyang and she never had any feelings at all, and he had already made it clear to her long ago.
So I thought I had no reason to listen to her any further, and I couldn’t help but be indifferent: “This doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me. I can’t help you even if you tell me.”
How can I help her? Persuade Feng Zhenyang to marry her, and then I can be Feng Zhenyang's lover? No normal person would do such a weird thing.
In fact, there are really weirdos in this world, and Qi Xiaoyu is a great weirdo. She sounded a little excited, and her tone was pleading: "You can do it! I don't want anything, I just want to be a nominal husband and wife with Brother Zhenyang, I... It won't affect your relationship, I know Brother Zhenyang is willing to listen to you, please help me persuade him..."
"Are you weird?" I thought Han Xiaoxiao was weird enough, but I didn't expect Qi Xiaoyu to be even weirder! Who else should I ask to persuade Feng Zhenyang? I should ask me! The relationship between Feng Zhenyang and I was not public, but Feng Zhenyang had already told her about it.
How can you ask your love rival to help persuade your love rival's boyfriend to marry you? Let's just call him a love rival! I saw that Qi Xiaoyu looked at Feng Zhenyang with some affection in her eyes, but no matter what, she couldn't ask me to persuade Feng Zhenyang, right? I really don't understand what this rich girl is thinking
How could she be so beautiful and smart? Sure enough, God is fair. When he opens a window for her, he will close a door for her.
"Ms. Qi, don't you think your request is unreasonable? Okay, I have to drive. I can't help you with this matter, and I won't help you." The red light in front turned green, and I pressed the end button decisively and turned off the mute to prevent Qi Xiaoyu from calling me again.
This Qi Xiaoyu is really not normal in the head, definitely not normal in the head! Which normal person would make such a request! When she instructed Han Xiaoxiao to trouble me, I suspected that she was not normal in the head, but I didn't say it at the time. After all, there was no real evidence. I was worried that I had wrongly accused her. Today, it seems that I was not wrong in accusing her.
I can't afford to offend such a mentally ill person, so I can only hide from him. I didn't even look at my phone, stepped on the accelerator and accelerated forward. When you are in a bad mood, driving can really make you feel bad.
When I got home, I was no longer as depressed as before. Qi Xiaoyu was depressed. She called me more than ten times. I don't know why she is so persistent. I didn't answer her call, and she sent me text messages again. The content of the text messages was the same. It was nothing more than saying that if she didn't marry Feng Zhenyang, her life would be ruined. She begged me to persuade Feng Zhenyang, and said pitifully that it would never affect the relationship between Feng Zhenyang and me.
The only requirement is to be nominally married to Feng Zhenyang, that is, she gets fame and I get love. But I am not so noble, nor am I someone who does not care about fame. I am just an ordinary person, so I am greedy. I want the person, the heart, and even more the fame. For a woman, it is such a pity that she cannot marry the person she loves in a legitimate way. I don't want to have such a regret in my life.
I am even more unhappy that the man I love holds another woman's hand and tells everyone, "This is my wife."
In love, most people are selfish, and I am one of them. So I didn't pay attention to Qi Xiaoyu's pleading, nor did I think much about it. I didn't expect that a 20-year-old girl would suffer so much pain behind the scenes.
If I knew her story, I might have agreed. But God didn't choose to let me know at that time.
Maybe she was really desperate. For a long time after that day, I never received any call from Qi Xiaoyu, nor did I hear any news about her.
I never expected that I would see her again because of Feng Zhenyang.
As the Chinese New Year approached, the ups and downs of the past few days were either blown away by the wind or stolen by other stars. In short, those days were relatively peaceful. Because of the Qi family, Rong Fang turned down some work for me and let me stay away for the time being.
Therefore, apart from shooting for some magazines, I spent my days in leisure until the Chinese New Year. Compared with me, Feng Zhenyang's work was extremely busy. Less than a year after he quit the entertainment industry, he had moved from a branch company to the head office, from the initial manager to the deputy general manager. As a result, he became even busier. During the busiest period, we didn't see each other once a month.
It was not until the New Year that Feng Zhenyang called and said we should go back to Qinghe City together. I realized that another year had passed. The last few months of the year were very peaceful, without Han Xiaoxiao's harassment and Zhao Yicheng's entanglement. But... calm is often the eve of a storm.
This return to Qinghe City means that I have to bring Feng Zhenyang to meet my parents. During the previous phone calls with my mother, I occasionally mentioned Feng Zhenyang. Her attitude and my father's attitude have always been very bad. They have deep prejudices against Feng Zhenyang. In other words, to put it bluntly, they would rather I get married than marry Feng Zhenyang.
"Jiaying, if you insist on being with that brat from the Feng family, you're going to kill me and your father!" The day before I returned to Qinghe City, I called my mother again, and was scolded by my mother, crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide with tears and snot.
I was quite depressed about this. I dragged the suitcase in my hand, puzzled: "Feng Zhenyang, don't you think my parents' attitude is strange? Tell me, is there really any deep hatred between our family and your family?"
"Shen Jiaying, can you be more imaginative? I told you to watch less weird stuff, but you didn't listen!" Feng Zhenyang took the suitcase from my hand and glanced at the TV in my living room. His facial expression and voice were full of contempt. He despised my love of watching melodramatic TV dramas: "How old are you? You still watch that kind of stuff. Are you vulgar?"
Look at this person. He used to love to act in melodramas, but now he doesn't do it anymore. He only knows how to despise others. He looks like a self-righteous capitalist. I can't stand capitalists, so I immediately launched a fierce counterattack: "You are not vulgar. If you are not vulgar, why do you want to act in melodramas?"
Hearing this, Feng Zhenyang's face darkened and he said in embarrassment, "That was in the past..."
"What's wrong with the past? Even though it's the past, you've acted in it, and it's a dark history that can't be erased!" I interrupted his defense and told him the cruel truth: "Scary dramas are like the standard of Shamatte, and they can never be erased in a lifetime!"
"So, you have no right to despise me!" I raised my head, my eyes full of provocation: "But I can despise you, I despise you!!"
Because I was not tall enough and didn't wear high heels, I had to stand on tiptoe when I looked down on Feng Zhenyang.
So this small action was immediately laughed at by Feng Zhenyang. He glanced at my tiptoeing and suddenly laughed madly, then laughed at my height: "Shen Jiaying, you are like this, how dare you look down on me! Little girl, can you look down on your brother when you grow taller?"
This guy just knows how to make fun of me for my height. I am not tall, not as tall as him, but I am not short among women! I lied about my height and said I was 165cm, but I am actually 164cm, which is only a centimeter difference. Feng Zhenyang is even more hypocritical. He is 186cm, but he is so tall, but he insisted on saying he was 183cm tall.
I have lived for more than 30 years, and this is the first time I have seen a man report his height shorter than it actually is. I don't know what he was thinking. I snorted coldly and used the fact that he had lied about his height to tease him: "What's wrong with my height? My height is standard for women! I only reported one centimeter more. Who is like you, who had to report three centimeters less!"
"Hey, why did you report 3 centimeters less? Are you afraid you won't be able to get married?" Yes, I was teasing Feng Zhenyang! Naked teasing.
"I'm just worried that you'll have low self-esteem. If you report three centimeters less, you won't feel that you're not worthy of me, right?" Feng Zhenyang's excuse was very frustrating.
I found the loophole in a minute: "Why don't you report 10 centimeters less? That way I will be full of confidence!"
"It's not appropriate to report ten centimeters less! I'm so tall and handsome, it's easy to be exposed!" While Feng Zhenyang was narcissistic, he did not forget to take advantage of me. As he spoke, he moved his mouth closer and kissed my forehead lightly, and then kissed my face.
Finally, he put his head close to my ear and his tone changed, becoming serious as if he was announcing the end of the world: "Jiaying, I want to ask you something."
"You ask..." Every time Feng Zhenyang became serious, I felt extremely uneasy.
"I'm going to say this, you can't break up with me, and you can't quarrel with me!" However, Feng Zhenyang's next words made me even more uneasy. (To be continued)