In my life, I have probably never been so flustered, shocked, or moved as I am now, not even when Zhao Yicheng proposed to me. But I am more afraid.
I was completely dumbfounded and stammered, "But...but..."
It was an unprecedented panic. In panic, I dialed 120 and turned my head to Zhao Yicheng and said, "Maybe... maybe he is not dead yet!"
Zhao Yicheng's face was as pale as paper, and the lock in his hand fell to the ground, making a violent thud. With cold sweat on his forehead, he reached out to touch Feng Nan's hand, then seemed to be relieved and stood up.
She slowly took out the car keys from her bag and put them in my hand: "My car is over there, drive away quickly. With something as serious as this, the media will definitely get involved, so leave now!"
Zhao Yicheng pushed me while talking. I felt confused. I felt that I should not have left. I was the one who fought with Feng Nan. Zhao Yicheng fought with Feng Nan because of me. How could I push the blame onto Zhao Yicheng? How could I let him take the blame for me? Even if Feng Nan didn't die, he would be seriously injured. In a more serious case, I might have beaten him into a mental disability. What an idiot!
The Feng family will definitely not let me go easily. If Zhao Yicheng takes the blame for me, he will probably be sent to jail. I returned the key to him, feeling extremely scared and nervous, but pretending to be calm on the surface: "I won't leave. I hurt the person. I can't just leave like this!"
"Shen Jiaying!" Zhao Yicheng grabbed my arm with great force, frowned, and said in an almost commanding tone: "Don't forget that you are a public figure. You are still on the rise. You finally got Zhu Jingye's movie. Isn't it your dream to go to the world and Hollywood? If someone takes a picture of your face today, you will be ruined. Do you understand?"
"But you will be ruined!" I interrupted him, becoming emotionally agitated involuntarily. After all, I still cared about Zhao Yicheng.
That kind of concern has nothing to do with love, it's more about being touched and responsible. If it weren't for me, Zhao Yicheng wouldn't have gotten involved. I don't love him, and I won't remarry him. He knows it, but he still wants to take the blame for me. I... I can't let him take the blame for me.
Zhao Yicheng was very determined. He stared at me blankly for half a second, then suddenly smiled: "Your words are enough, Jiaying, listen to me, don't be afraid, it won't be a big problem. Feng Nan is not dead yet. If he doesn't die, I won't die even if I'm sentenced. For a man like me, this is nothing to be afraid of, but you are different. You are a woman, a woman who needs protection. You know what prison is. It's not a place for you to stay. Listen to me, go quickly..."
"I won't leave!" I admit that I am timid, but being timid cannot be an excuse to shirk my responsibility.
No matter what, I will not leave today. I thought, I can't leave, because the police have come, and as the police approach, passers-by around also follow to watch. Zhao Yicheng pulled me into his arms, trying to cover my face. But he is here, he is my ex-husband, no matter how he tries to stop me, he can't.
So I stopped covering myself and just stood quietly by the side, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, then lowered my head and got into the police car.
I don't know if Feng Nan will die. He was hit so hard, he will probably die. Standing in the police station, my heart was beating fast. Zhao Yicheng seemed calm, but he was actually very nervous.
"Why are you hurting people?" The policeman opposite had a serious face, an especially cold seriousness. He did not give any special treatment to Zhao Yicheng and me because of our celebrity status. No matter how big a star is, he will be treated the same when he arrives at the police station.
I think it's better for me to tell the truth in this situation.
"He wanted to molest my ex-wife and even wanted to kill me, so I smashed his head." Before I could explain, Zhao Yicheng took the lead: "I was also acting in self-defense."
Hearing this, the cold-faced policeman glanced at me and said, "You can go now..."
What? I can leave now! How can it be so fast! And I didn't say anything, how can I leave now? I wanted to speak, but before I could say anything, Rong Fang suddenly showed up and pulled me out.
"Shen Jiaying, what's going on? You... How did you get to the police station?" Rong Fang was anxious and looked unhappy: "I heard that you and Zhao Yicheng hurt someone. Is it true?"
I felt extremely depressed, and only nodded slightly without saying anything. After getting the answer, Rong Fang became even more anxious, and hurriedly pulled me into the car, saying to Tang Xiaomei in front, "Let's go."
As for me, my mind was full of the scene just now and what Zhao Yicheng said. If... If Feng Nan died, would Zhao Yicheng be sentenced to death? Would he be shot
I sat woodenly on the chair, expressionless and said, "I hurt Feng Nan, Feng Zhenyang's fifth uncle Feng Nan. Maybe... I beat him to death!"
"What!" Rong Fang and Tang Xiaomei said in unison, both with shocked expressions.
Rong Fang was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and she stammered, "Shen Jiaying, what are you talking about? What...what is going on?"
“Feng Nan wanted to harm me and wanted to kill Zhao Yicheng, so I… But Zhao Yicheng said that he was the one who hurt the people… But it was obviously not him who hurt the people!” My mind was completely confused and the words I spoke were also a mess.
I pieced together a few sentences here and there, and when I got home, I told the whole story in a disjointed manner. Perhaps because she was an outsider, Rongfang was much calmer than me. When she came in, she patted my shoulder and comforted me: "Wait for news first, people don't die that easily, and you were acting in self-defense, nothing will happen, don't worry!"
I know Rongfang is comforting me. After we part, she will rack her brains to help me solve the problem. But... if Feng Nan is really dead, she will not be able to solve it.
I spent the whole night in fear, thinking that there would be a lot of news the next day. There was indeed news the next day, but it had nothing to do with me. It was all about the feud between Zhao Yicheng and Feng Nan, or Feng Nan's injuries. Fortunately, Feng Nan survived, and although he never woke up, according to the news reports, he was no longer in danger.
However, I knew very well that this was just the beginning. If the Feng family determined that it was Zhao Yicheng who injured Feng Nan, even if his crime was not punishable by death, Zhao Yicheng would definitely go to jail.
I was filled with confusion, fear, and worry, which made me absent-minded the entire day. Everyone on the set was talking about Zhao Yicheng hurting Feng Nan. As outsiders, they really thought that Zhao Yicheng and Feng Nan had some grudge, and even speculated that Feng Nan had improper thoughts about Zhao Yicheng.
I was extremely uneasy and frightened. I hurried home after finishing work. After much hesitation, I finally dialed Feng Zhenyang's cell phone number. In the dim living room, I huddled on the sofa, waiting for Feng Zhenyang to answer the phone.
After a long time, his sleepy voice was heard. Feng Zhenyang went to bed so early
"It's me..." I felt very heavy-hearted and I mustered up the courage to call Feng Zhenyang. I didn't know if he would still listen to me now. If he no longer loved me and we were not even friends, he naturally wouldn't listen to me.
"What's the matter?" His voice suddenly became clear, and then a woman's voice came: "Who is it..."
Woman! He slept with another woman? My heart was filled with mixed emotions. But I didn't show it and went straight to the point: "How do you Feng family plan to deal with Zhao Yicheng's injury to your fifth uncle?"
"We should deal with it as we should. He hurt the old man's most beloved son. If he doesn't die, he will spend many years in prison. Why are you asking this?" Feng Zhenyang's voice was unusually cold, so cold that it made me feel an indescribable sense of distance. I once hoped that he would be indifferent to me, so that there would be no involvement between us, but now I am afraid of his indifference, because... I need his help.
It's hard to talk about this kind of thing. Feng Zhenyang and I broke up so long ago. He was deeply hurt by his mother's relationship. How can I have the face to ask him for help now? But if I don't ask him for help, who else can I ask? I can't let Zhao Yicheng go to jail for me. With the ability of the Feng family, if I do nothing, Zhao Yicheng's future will definitely be completely ruined.
I wanted to tell everyone that I was the one who hurt Feng Nan, and I wanted to tell the investigating police even more, but they didn't give me a chance, and even interrupted me when I was about to speak, repeatedly stopping me, and they all believed that Zhao Yicheng hurt her. As police officers, they shouldn't be so irresponsible. I originally suspected that Feng Zhenyang had done something behind the scenes to help me, but now it seems that he has nothing to do with it.
I was silent for a moment, organizing my words, speaking seriously, even a little humbly: "Feng Zhenyang, Feng Nan is your fifth uncle, and he is no longer in danger of death after being scolded. Can you help your family not to hold Zhao Yicheng responsible?"
"You called me just to plead for Zhao Yicheng?" Feng Zhenyang's tone was still emotionless, which made me confused.
No matter what his tone was, since he had called, I knew what I should do, so I said without hiding anything: "Yes, if possible, I hope you can help. If Zhao Yicheng really goes to jail, his life will be ruined!"
"What does his ruined life have to do with me? What does it have to do with you?" Feng Zhenyang seemed to be walking around, sneering at me: "Or do you still have feelings for him? It's his own business if he hurts someone, why are you meddling in it?"
"He didn't hurt anyone, why should he go to jail? If Feng Nan hadn't started it first, things wouldn't have turned out like this." I closed my eyes and suppressed my slightly excited emotions: "Feng Zhenyang, I'm only asking for your help this once. As long as you help me this time, I'll do anything you ask!"
"Oh! You love deeply." Feng Zhenyang sneered in his cold voice, and then turned to be indifferent like a businessman: "Shen Jiaying, Feng Nan is the old man's most beloved son. You can imagine how angry he would be if you hurt him. You are making things difficult for me."
"I was the one who injured Feng Nan..." I held the phone tightly, almost trembling as I said this. The bloody scene in my mind was lingering. I gritted my teeth and said coldly: "I was the one who injured him..." (To be continued)