My family education taught me that swearing is uncivilized. Under my mother's influence, I rarely say these swear words. I have never said them to Zhao Yicheng. Even when I was angry, I always communicated with him in a civilized manner.
Zhao Yicheng was stunned. I guess he couldn't believe that he heard the word "bitch" from my, Shen Jiaying's mouth.
"Jiaying..." He came back to his senses, his tone calm and gentle: "I know you hate us, and I also know that Xiaoxiao did something wrong, but if you expose this matter, it will ruin Xiaoxiao's life. She is still young."
I sneered, "She is young, but am I not young too? Zhao Yicheng, do I want to destroy her? She doesn't know what's good for her. Ask her what she has done? Is it just this matter? Never mind. I don't want to talk about other things, but this matter is non-negotiable. Between me and her, who is more important?"
"Oh, to you, she must be more important?" I didn't give Zhao Yicheng a chance to talk back, and said aggressively: "But for me, of course, I am the most important. Why should I be polite to a hypocritical woman who destroyed my family and framed me time and time again? Why should I consider her future? Zhao Yicheng, I'm not a saint. The divorce will be announced sooner or later. Between you and me, I can only protect myself."
"I will return your shares in your friend's company to you, and we'll split the savings 50-50. We're even now, and no one owes anyone anything from now on. That's all." I pressed the end button with trembling hands, my eyes aching slightly from the soreness.
Zhao Yicheng and I finally reached that point, like many couples who divorced due to sabotage by a third party, and never had any contact with each other again.
Destroy your ex-husband or destroy yourself, I'm afraid anyone would choose the former. I once hesitated. If it weren't for Zhao Yicheng's indulgence and protection of Han Xiaoxiao, I think I wouldn't have made the decision so quickly.
After lying at home for almost the whole morning, I drove to the company at around 3:00. Although it was said that only one of Zhao Yicheng and I could stay, I still ridiculously hoped that we could find the best solution.
Standing in the narrow elevator, the screen was playing the commercial that Zhao Yicheng and I shot more than a year ago. Now it seemed so ironic. The so-called model couple could not withstand the passion of just a few months. Once the news of the divorce was announced, how many people would cry and shout that they no longer believed in love.
I was so emotional that I was distracted. I didn't notice Rongfang outside the elevator. Rongfang was rushing to get into the elevator, apparently to get out. She was so busy that she didn't even notice me.
"Rongfang, where are you going?" I patted her on the shoulder, my tone calm, in stark contrast to the seductive flowers I played on the big screen.
Rong Fang was startled by my photo, then she grabbed my wrist and said anxiously, "Shen Jiaying, I was just looking for you. I want to ask you, why did you announce this without consulting me? Come on, come on, follow me to Mr. Gao."
"What announcement? What did I announce?" I was completely confused by what Rong Fang said.
"You don't know? Didn't you watch the news?" Rong Fang asked me with her eyes wide open, "About Zhao Yicheng and Han Xiaoxiao, I thought it was you who instigated Feng Zhenyang to post it?"
"What did Feng Zhenyang do?" I felt vaguely uneasy, and then I thought of Feng Zhenyang. What Han Xiaoxiao did also damaged Feng Zhenyang's reputation. Given his personality, he would never sit still and wait for death. What did he... What did he do
Rong Fang was like an ant on a hot pot, pulling me straight to Mr. Gao's office: "Oh, you don't know anything about love. Forget it, let's go to Mr. Gao's office first." (To be continued)