Frostbite

Chapter 57: 057 Half dead

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My dad? I was stunned for a moment, then I realized that it must be some pervert who called! Being in this circle, even though I am very careful, I will inevitably offend people.

I was already filled with grief and sadness, and at this time, there was actually a pervert calling to harass me! Once people get angry, they are as bold as if they were drunk, and they cursed at the phone: "I'm still your grandfather! You idiot!"

After cursing at him, I immediately hung up the phone and turned it off. I was extremely upset. Actually, when I asked Feng Zhenyang whether he would choose me or marry Qi Xiaoyu, I had already prepared myself mentally. But when he actually said it, I still found it hard to accept.

Later, I didn’t know how I got through that day. I just remembered that I lay on the ground for a long time. When I got up, my head and throat hurt badly. I guess I caught a cold because I lay on the ground for too long.

To be honest, I really hoped that I had bird flu and would die lying there. Unfortunately, I was lucky and did not have bird flu, but just a severe cold. It is said that toothache can kill a person, and colds can also kill a person, especially when no one is taking care of you, you must not play with your life.

If you die, that's still considered good. Being half dead is really tormenting.

That night, when I went to the hospital to see a doctor alone, feeling miserable and sad, I understood this truth deeply. It is simply a disease and a masochism to torture yourself to death for a ridiculous relationship with no future!

I was indeed a masochist, so much so that even when I was lying in bed I couldn't help wondering why Qi Xiaoyu committed suicide. What on earth had happened that made Feng Zhenyang insist on marrying Qi Xiaoyu, and why did he always hesitate? I once asked Feng Zhenyang, but his attitude was always the same as when he answered why I was beaten by my father, vague and unwilling to tell the truth.

As I was thinking, the sky had already brightened and the dazzling sunlight shone into the ward. With that ray of light, the severe pain in my head was no longer as painful. However, my nose was still blocked, my throat was extremely uncomfortable, and I kept coughing.

The doctor suggested that I take a good rest. I wanted to take a good rest, but I had already booked a flight ticket for this afternoon. Fortunately, my mother called and said that I would be home tonight. As soon as I arrived at the airport this afternoon, I would take Shen Shiqi's car home. It was already agreed. I couldn't just not leave because of a cold!

Anyway, it was just a cold, not a serious illness, so I didn't need to worry about it. So I didn't listen to the doctor and left the hospital stubbornly. When people are in pain, they are always crazy.

It was a few days before the Chinese New Year. Tang Xiaomei and Rong Fang went home. I was the only one waiting for Feng Zhenyang. I never thought that this would be the result. I told myself not to think about it and just treat it as a dream, but in fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it. After I got on the plane, my mind was full of Feng Zhenyang and confusion.

After thinking about it, I can only believe that he married Qi Xiaoyu in order to fight for the property. The things about Qi Xiaoyu committing suicide and his fifth uncle's threats were all bullshit to fool an idiot like me.

Even so, I couldn't help crying. I couldn't help but tear up as I sat on the plane. I was afraid that my crying would attract attention, so I covered my mouth. My crying turned into sobbing. I sat on the chair and sobbed. I don't know if my sobbing was too loud and affected the man next to me.

The man who covered his face with the hat took off the black wool hat that looked Korean and a little bit effeminate, and said lazily: "Miss, how long have you been crying? What's the big deal that requires you to cry outside!"

"None of your business!" I glanced at the man in the hat next to me and roared angrily in my heart. I could only roar in my heart. I am a public figure. If I really say such a thing, what will happen

So I simply turned my back to him and continued sobbing. No! Why is this voice so familiar! Zhao Yicheng! I turned around reflexively, and Zhao Yicheng's half-asleep, half-awake face was facing me. I was so scared that I almost broke the window and jumped out of the plane! I was extremely shocked: "Zhao Yicheng... You! Why are you here?"

I was so shocked that I forgot to cry. Originally, the person sitting next to me should have been Feng Zhenyang. After I broke up with him, he refunded his ticket. I guess he didn't plan to return to Qinghe City. It's Chinese New Year, he should stay in Beijing to accompany his grandfather for the New Year. The chance of inheriting the family property will increase because he spends the New Year with his grandfather. Yes! Compared with that huge pile of family property, I am nothing! There are so many women in the world who are willing to pay for Feng Zhenyang, and he doesn't need me, an old woman at that.

But I still can't understand why there was no sign of anything before he told me that he was going to marry Qi Xiaoyu. How could it change so suddenly when we clearly agreed on it? He didn't say anything when I asked him. I thought if he did, there would always be a solution! He just wouldn't say anything...

When I thought of Feng Zhenyang, I wanted to cry again, but I held it back. I couldn't cry in front of Zhao Yicheng. I hugged my bag to my chest, looked at him with the eyes of a perverted stalker, and asked angrily: "Zhao Yicheng! Are you... following me?"

"I guess so!" Zhao Yicheng has become more and more shameless since he divorced me. It must be because they have been together with Han Xiaoxiao for a long time. He has no idea what shame is. He admitted it without any concealment: "No! That's it!"

This... who is this person! I was so angry that I had no place to vent it, but Zhao Yicheng bumped into me. Can't he just pretend and say it was a coincidence? He had to admit it. Can't this bastard see that I hate him to a certain extent

Maybe, maybe, he didn't realize that I was staring at him with my eyes, wishing I could kill him with my eyes. He was still beside me, making sarcastic remarks, "What's there to cry about? You didn't cry so sadly when you divorced me! It's only been a few months!"

"I like to cry, it's none of your business!" I turned around and faced away from him, not wanting to see his disgusting face. Firstly, I didn't want to be laughed at by him, and secondly, I was worried that I would beat him up.

That's not right! How did he know I was crying because of a breakup! I didn't tell him, and... why did he happen to sit next to me? His family doesn't go in this direction! The more I thought about it, the weirder it felt. I turned around and faced Zhao Yicheng's face, which was several years older than mine, and tried to intimidate him with my eyes: "How do you know I was crying because of a breakup! And why are you on this plane? This route is not going to your hometown!"

"What can I not know that I want to know?" Zhao Yicheng smiled slightly, his face full of mystery: "Yes, I went to your house. I knew that this day would come. I followed you to save you from dying of illness! You like to torture yourself when you encounter emotional problems!"

I wiped away my tears and glanced at him: "Don't act like you know me so well! Whether I live or die is my own business! You don't have to care. If you are really bored, just find a girlfriend and don't bother me. Even if you help me, I won't be grateful at all."

I was upset because he tricked me out and attracted a bunch of reporters. So no matter what Zhao Yicheng did, I would never have a good impression of him, and naturally I couldn't be polite to him.

"I didn't ask you to be grateful to me. I know that in your heart, I have become a complete bastard. I don't expect that we can go back to the beginning. I hope you can live a happy life." Zhao Yicheng is indeed a bastard. He said so much but he is still trying to whitewash himself.

It seems that he has stayed with Han Xiaoxiao for too long, and Zhao Yicheng has turned into a huge white lotus.

I stared at Bai Lianhua, and Bai Lianhua looked at me. I don't know if it was my illusion, but I actually saw a hint of tenderness in Zhao Yicheng's eyes, which I haven't seen for a long time. Oh, whether it's an illusion or not, it has nothing to do with me. I really don't understand Zhao Yicheng. He divorced me so decisively at the beginning, and he also defended Han Xiaoxiao in every way after the divorce.

Later, I stopped loving him, but he used all means to pretend to be the protagonist of a drama about a scumbag who came back to me, who was deeply in love with me, and who was the protagonist of a heart-wrenching family ethics drama. He even controlled my schedule in a crazy way. I still don’t understand how he knew the stable schedule! Now he even knows when I will return to Qinghe City and where I will sit.

With such qualifications, it would be a waste of talent if he didn't become a paparazzi. Haha, his current behavior is no different from that of a paparazzi, and he is even more annoying than a paparazzi.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, the paparazzi continued to whitewash himself and shamelessly accused me of being blind: "I told you a long time ago that no matter who you are with, don't be with Feng Zhenyang. You didn't believe me and insisted on rushing into it. You are blind and think you are a wise man. Now you are suffering, right?"

"Whether I have tasted bitterness or sweetness, it's my own business! It has nothing to do with you!" I said bluntly without any mercy: "Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. We have been divorced for more than a year. Do you think it's fun for you to follow people and check their privacy all day long?"

"Interesting!" Zhao Yicheng said shamelessly: "I think it's quite interesting!"

In this world, there are always some psychopaths. Obviously, Zhao Yicheng is one of them. I wanted to scold him, but I found that he was not angry at all. Instead, he was quite happy. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless and helpless. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Zhao Yicheng, what do you want to do?"

"Start over with you!" Zhao Yicheng didn't hesitate at all. He moved closer to me with a tender look in his eyes. "Whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you, Shen Jiaying, I regret it. I really regret it!"

"There is no medicine for regret in this world!" I immediately poured cold water on him.

Zhao Yicheng spread his hands: "There is definitely no regret medicine in this world, and I don't intend to give you regret medicine..."

"You're the one taking medicine!" Oh my God, something must have happened. I really can't see through a person's true nature. Why didn't I realize that Zhao Yicheng was so...sick before!

I think Zhao Yicheng was indeed taking medicine. He kept having an attack during the two-hour flight. At first, I was in the mood to argue with him, but later my throat couldn't take it anymore, so I just put on my headphones and let him talk to himself...

Zhao Yicheng is such a shameless person. He took advantage of my parents' favor for him. After talking to himself on the plane, he came to my house and pretended to be a good man who had turned over a new leaf. He did this for a whole week, and it made me so sick that I almost vomited the New Year's Eve dinner.

I was disgusted with him, so I didn't want to stay at home, so I just dragged a few classmates to the Yexue Bar in Qinghe City to drink. Feng Zhenyang and I went to this place once when we were in high school. After that, every time we returned to Qinghe City, we would go to look for our youthful memories of high school.

Now, I am the only one reminiscing, and I don't know what else to do except reminiscing. It is inevitable to be sad when seeing the scene, and I am here to be sad today!

"Brother Zhenyang, don't be like this! Get up quickly!" God was also very cooperative with me. As soon as I entered the door, I heard Feng Zhenyang's name. The sweet voice of the girl was particularly clear in the noisy crowd. (To be continued)