Zhao Yicheng, my career. If it were in the past, I would choose Zhao Yicheng without hesitation. But now, he no longer loves me and is no longer my husband. What else do I have to worry about? It is impossible to say that we don't care about it.
Even if he no longer loves me, he once loved me. Besides, all his property was given to me, and now he has almost nothing. Now that I expose his affair with Han Xiaoxiao during their marriage, it can be said that I will drive him away to death.
I'm divorced and can't be friends, and I don't want to stay away from him forever. We are in the same circle, in the same company, and we never see each other without looking up. I found a reason for my cowardice and said: "But, I didn't say hello to the company, I made the decision without permission, ruined Zhao Yicheng, and also caused certain losses to the company. How should I explain to Mr. Gao?"
In love, I am a weak woman. Rong Fang and I have known each other for six or seven years. She knows me very well, and my cowardice cannot escape her eyes.
Rong Fang's reaction to me was a little helpless: "Loss? How much loss can one Zhao Yicheng bring? Does Mr. Gao have to offend the Feng family for Zhao Yicheng? Mr. Gao is a businessman, he won't just look at what's in front of him."
"Besides, it's not like you don't know how much our President Gao hates those who engage in extramarital affairs." Rong Fang sighed and said in a persuasive tone: "Jiaying, you and I both know who President Gao is. Even if we don't talk about it, once this matter is revealed, I'm afraid Zhao Yicheng won't even be able to take on the supporting role. You should weigh it yourself."
I remained silent. It was not that I didn't know the seriousness of the matter, but I really didn't want to completely break up with Zhao Yicheng. To put it harshly, I am quite a bitch. Even in this situation, I still have the false illusion that he will turn around.
"Think about it for yourself. I'll go to the company first." Rong Fang didn't scold me, but her tone was slightly harsh.
The sunshine outside the window is warm, but my heart is filled with rain, and my mind is full of images of Zhao Yicheng leaving. Looking back at this villa, after more than ten years of hard work, Zhao Yicheng and I finally have our own home. Now, I am the only one left guarding the empty house and guarding our original dream.
After sitting on the sofa for a while, my eyes were sore, and I thought I could get out. But for more than a week, I have been absent-minded in doing anything. During the day, I was like a walking zombie, and at night, I lay under the quilt and cried to death. Queen Shen Jiaying, I don’t want to be a queen, I just want to be an ordinary woman, a woman who understands romance.
It has been a full week since Zhao Yicheng moved here, and I have spent every day in pain, and every night has been torture. Days passed like years, and sometimes I couldn’t even eat. Even Feng Zhenyang said that I have lost weight. How can an abandoned woman not lose weight
But I'm not a fragile woman who is ready to die if she's emotionally hurt. I can't continue to be decadent. I was in a daze for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. I changed my clothes and put on makeup.
A black V-neck pocket loose T-shirt and half-sleeved bottoming shirt, paired with dark gray tight jeans, and seven-centimeter black European and American-style fish-mouth sandals. I put on some foundation and finally applied orange lipstick to add a touch of color. A head of curly brown hair, with a slight trend of afro.
Rong Fang said, not many people can afford this hairstyle, so it looks good on my head.
When I go to see my ex-husband, I must let him know that I am living well without him. If you don’t love yourself, how can others love you? After all, I still have a glimmer of hope, hoping that I can get back together with Zhao Yicheng. Maybe Feng Zhenyang is right, I am just a bitch.
So even though I was heartbroken with grief, I still didn't want Zhao Yicheng to see me lost, miserable and decadent.
"Zhao Yicheng, let's meet." I held the gray-green leather clutch bag in one hand and held the phone to my ear with the other, speaking coldly and neatly.
Zhao Yicheng has the habit of reading the news every morning, and he also clicks on Weibo to check it out, probably because he knows the purpose of my meeting with him. Without saying much, he simply agreed: "Okay, where will we meet?"
"The Western restaurant I used to go to often." I chose a place that would make people emotional, and it might also make Zhao Yicheng emotional.
Sitting in that restaurant, the same place, the same location. My heart is full of mixed feelings, complicated and tangled.
Zhao Yicheng's mood is not much better than mine, perhaps even more complicated. He frowned and walked slowly over. Han Xiaoxiao, wearing a beige dress, white high heels, and her long hair shawl, followed Zhao Yicheng gently. Oh, you came here, are you afraid that Zhao Yicheng and I will rekindle our old relationship? I have to admit that I have such thoughts.
However, this mood disappeared without a trace the moment he saw Han Xiaoxiao, leaving only anger.
"Jiaying, what happened last night?" Zhao Yicheng's tone sounded like he was caring for a friend. This feeling was just like how I felt about him. After we were separated, I still didn't want to see the other person have a hard time.
Han Xiaoxiao sat next to him with his head lowered and didn't say a word. In Zhao Yicheng's eyes, she is innocent and simple. I want to tell Zhao Yicheng that Han Xiaoxiao came to see me last night. He might think that I was jealous and slandered Han Xiaoxiao.
He is not mentally retarded, he just lost to love. If a person loves too deeply, he can easily become mentally retarded.
Even though he might not believe it, I still have to tell him. I looked at Han Xiaoxiao and put the phone directly in front of Han Xiaoxiao's eyes: "Did you do it?"
"Sister Shen, what are you talking about? I don't understand!" Han Xiaoxiao likes to watch brain-disabled dramas, and she probably often thinks of herself as the heroine of brain-disabled dramas.
Zhao Yicheng's face was full of surprise: "Jiaying, what do you mean?"
I didn't beat around the bush, pointed to the photo on my phone and asked Han Xiaoxiao: "Did you take it? Is this interesting to you? Han Xiaoxiao, let me tell you, don't play tricks like this with me. As long as you are willing to investigate this kind of thing, Even your family background can be found out." (To be continued)