I had a very bad feeling in my heart, but I still wanted to get things clear. I couldn't let Zhao Yicheng take the blame for me, nor could I let Shen Shiqi be implicated by me.
A long time later, when she talked about this with Xiaomi, she angrily accused the Feng family of being overbearing: "How can there be such a overbearing family? It's obviously their fault, why do they blame you!"
"In this world, there are many things we can't do. We can't always do what we want to do." I said calmly: "In fact, it's over, I don't think it's a big deal."
Yes, I don’t think much of it when it’s over, and I feel indifferent when it’s mentioned, but I’m really scared when I’m in the middle of it.
I was extremely nervous and held the phone tightly to my ear, afraid of missing a word. With the sound of the wind, Feng Zhenyang said solemnly: "Tell the old man that you are pregnant with my child. My fifth uncle wants to murder you in order to fight for the property. On one side is the great-grandson, and on the other side is the unpromising son. The old man is old, and none of his cousins have children. If I tell him that I have a child at this time, he may be angry, but he will treasure this great-grandson more. Then we will get married. As long as we get married, everything will be solved."
"How is this possible!" I suddenly became emotional. I could do anything, but I would be alienated by my friends and family if they asked me to marry Feng Zhenyang. If I really married Feng Zhenyang and even said I was going to have a child with him, my parents would be so angry that they would vomit three liters of blood.
I can do anything except marrying Feng Zhenyang, and I can't say I have a child with him. What kind of solution is this? Then, with the child, he will be favored by the old man of the Feng family, rise step by step, and then inherit the family business, go international, reach the pinnacle of life, sit in the harem of three thousand beauties, and kick me away. Haha, these are all impossible, because I made them up.
I was full of doubts about Feng Zhenyang's so-called method: "Even if I really marry you despite being abandoned by everyone, I won't have any children. What if I can't have children in the future? And your old man is so smart, won't he ask someone to take me for a pregnancy test?"
"Of course I have ways to deal with these, Jiaying. If you don't want to, I can't help you. This is the only way to solve the problem." Feng Zhenyang's tone was very serious: "It's not that I don't want to help you. You also know my current situation. It's not the same as before. It's not easy for me to get to where I am today. If I fail, you know the consequences. It may not just be the loss of wealth and glory."
Feng Zhenyang was considered outstanding among the grandchildren of the Feng family. From the grandchildren to his father's generation, the bloody fight for the family property was no less bloody than the ancient princes fighting for the throne. The women of the Feng family were the same, and the internal fights were comparable to the palace fights.
These are nothing. What I fear most is being deserted by my friends and relatives. If I really agree to Feng Zhenyang, then my parents and I are basically finished. And it is also unknown what will happen to Feng Zhenyang and I in the future. After all, Feng Zhenyang is no longer the original Feng Zhenyang. He is now so rational and shrewd that it scares me.
But what he said was indeed very reasonable. What else could I do? I was silent, feeling extremely conflicted. If I didn't do this, I didn't know what would happen to Zhao Yicheng. If I agreed to marry Feng Zhenyang and lied to the old man of the Feng family about my pregnancy, I... I would really be deserted by everyone.
I can lose love, I can lose wealth and glory, but the only thing I cannot lose is family.
"We can divorce after one year of marriage. I promise that Zhao Yicheng will be fine, and your brother will be fine too. But Jiaying, you have to listen to me, otherwise I can't help you even if I want to." When I was hesitant, Feng Zhenyang's steady and pleasant voice came into my ears: "It only takes one year for you to go back to your previous life. I know that there is not much possibility for the two of us in this life. After all, there are some things that cannot be overcome. I didn't take advantage of you. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you in this year. I'm still the same as before... philandering. After one year, we can divorce on the grounds of emotional breakdown, the presence of a third party, and so on. Everything will go smoothly."
Hearing Feng Zhenyang say this, it seems feasible, but I have to lie to my parents for a year. If I tell them the truth after a year, will they forgive me? I have always been naive to Feng Zhenyang. I asked him with some doubt: "Are you serious? Are you willing to sacrifice like this to help me?"
His meaning was clear. After marrying me, he spent his days drinking and partying outside. A year later, he found a mistress and entered the house. Then our relationship broke down and we divorced. He became a scumbag and a bastard in the eyes of everyone! And I once again became a miserable woman who met a scumbag. Then I would be comforted by the public and continue to prosper.
If this is true, then wouldn't I owe him again? I already owe Zhao Yicheng now. If Feng Zhenyang really makes such a sacrifice to help Zhao Yicheng, I... would really feel bad.
"Jiaying, if you think you owe me, just listen to me and help me take the position of the head of the Feng family more smoothly, and you won't owe me anything." Feng Zhenyang knew me too well. He knew I would think this way, so he said this immediately.
The tone of his voice was exactly like that of a businessman. We were doing a deal. I used to hate so-called deals the most, but the funny thing is that now I feel a lot more at ease because deals are much cleaner and neater than relationships. I can't guarantee that nothing will happen between Feng Zhenyang and I in this year, but now I really can't think of any other way except this.
Believing him was my only choice. My curled-up body gradually relaxed, but my nerves gradually tensed up, and I said weakly, "Okay..."
I didn't know what to say anymore. Feng Zhenyang was silent, or he had already hung up the phone. I just heard a woman's voice from his end. He has no shortage of women to accompany him now, so did he hear what I said? He couldn't have gone out to have a good time with a woman without hearing me, right
So I tentatively called his name: "Feng Zhenyang."
"I'm here." Maybe it was my illusion, but I seemed to hear a smile in his tone: "I'm listening. I didn't put my phone aside."
Being seen through by Feng Zhenyang, I felt a little embarrassed and deliberately changed the subject: "Um... When will Zhao Yicheng be able to come out?"
"The day after tomorrow, you come with me to see the old man. I'll make some preparations tomorrow." Feng Zhenyang seemed to have become the same Feng Zhenyang as before. Even his tone of voice became more casual and relaxed. "Shen Jiaying, tell me honestly, are you so shameless as to rekindle your old relationship with Zhao Yicheng? Otherwise, considering how much you hate him and your selfish nature, would you make such a big sacrifice for him?"
Am I selfish? Am I a slut? I am used to Feng Zhenyang's sharp tongue, but sometimes I still feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but said angrily: "If I say no, it means no! A good horse never turns back! I, Shen Jiaying, will never turn back!"
After living for more than 30 years, I have only been back to Zhao Yicheng and Feng Zhenyang. I have no choice but to go back to them! Feng Zhenyang may have realized that he was the one who went back to him. He stopped being sarcastic and just said "uh" in a low voice. Then he said to me seriously, "I will pick you up at the set at 2 o'clock the day after tomorrow. You should get ready. Things may be a little beyond your expectations by then."
"What's beyond my expectation! What are you going to do?" My heart was in my throat again. What did Feng Zhenyang mean by this? Was he going to the set to have a seizure
I was extremely nervous, but he was calm and composed: "I won't tell you yet. If I tell you, you won't be able to act like it. Your acting is not good!"
"Your acting skills are bad!" As an actor who became famous through his own strength, I immediately refuted him to maintain my dignity as a professional actor.
I... what tone am I using to talk to Feng Zhenyang? No... I can't do this. He and I are just making a deal. Shen Jiaying, don't think too much about it. I immediately changed my words and said politely, "It's so late, and I'm sorry to bother you for so long. I... nothing else, you should go to bed early."
"Shen Jiaying, why are you being polite to me?" Feng Zhenyang, who was very cold just now and almost made me feel distant, now seemed to have a very good and close relationship with me and asked me not to be polite to him.
But I still couldn't help but be polite: "You should go to bed early, don't stay up too late..."
"Okay!" Feng Zhenyang said with an ambiguous smile: "You hang up first, I'll wait for you to hang up first. If you're afraid that you can't sleep, just keep the phone on. Anyway, I can't sleep either, so I won't be afraid this way. I'll hang up after you fall asleep."
"I'm not scared..." I unsentimentally denied his statement that I was scared, said good night to him casually, and hung up the phone without waiting for him to speak.
I said I wasn't afraid, but the truth is I was very afraid. I was afraid of seeing Rongfang tomorrow, and I was afraid of telling Rongfang tomorrow that I might get married.
When I saw Rongfang the next day, I was really scared. Sitting in the car, I stammered and said to her, "Rongfang, I might get married."
"What!" Rong Fang's eyes widened, her mouth grew as big as an egg, and even Tang Xiaomei in front of her was so frightened that she almost had a car accident. Rong Fang paused for a while before asking me, "Are you kidding? Marriage! Who are you going to marry when you don't even have a boyfriend? Are you moved by Zhao Yicheng and you want to remarry him? Are you crazy?"
"No!" I shook my head and continued to stammer, "It's not Zhao Yicheng. I am very grateful to Zhao Yicheng, but I won't be grateful to him in this way. I won't let him continue to take the blame for me. This matter itself is Feng Nan's fault. As for Zhao Yicheng, I will find a way to make him okay. I won't remarry him. I won't go back to my ex!"
Rong Fang narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously: "Who was that with? The person who blocked all your news?"
“That…” I didn’t know what the consequences would be after I said this, so I subconsciously moved back, nervous and uneasy, stuttering, and uttering three words with a lack of confidence: “Feng Zhenyang.” (To be continued)