What? I slept? Am I a pig? I slept at around seven. I wanted to say that I didn't sleep, but I didn't have the chance to say it. Feng Zhenyang's hand around my waist changed position again. He simply strangled my neck and covered my mouth. He spoke calmly to Zhao Yicheng: "Why, do you think I'm lying to you? She's not feeling well, it's normal for her to go to bed early."
"Yes, we are planning to get married." Feng Zhenyang said Huang was like eating: "I will not let my child be without a father."
Zhao Yicheng must be doubting at this moment. For example, he might ask next: "Do you think your family can accept her?"
Yes, Zhao Yicheng looked down on me like this, but he was right. Feng Zhenyang's family would never accept me under normal circumstances, but Feng Zhenyang disagreed: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. She is marrying me, not my family."
"Ruin her future?" Feng Zhenyang smiled sarcastically, "Since I dare to do this, I must have a way to solve it. You don't have to worry about it. Zhao Yicheng, I advise you to stay in peace. This time I am doing it for Shen Jiaying's sake. If there is a next time, you can only wish for the best!"
Feng Zhenyang was usually a very graceful man, but if anyone touched his bottom line, no matter if it was a man or a woman, his demeanor and image would all go to hell! Now his demeanor went to hell, and he not only hung up the phone, but also turned off the phone.
Then he slowly let me go. He was a man, and a strong man at that. He only needed one hand and I was completely defenseless. In his hand, I was like a doll, allowing him to knead me.
But he was just like a rag doll, I was not a rag doll, how could I really let him knead me. So I got angry, and as soon as he let go, I jumped up and tried to snatch the phone back and call Zhao Yicheng, after all, he helped me. It was true that I hated him before, but we should also distinguish between gratitude and resentment. Besides, if he angered Zhao Yicheng, what would happen if Zhao Yicheng was so angry that he told my parents about my marriage to Feng Zhenyang
It doesn't matter. It's only a matter of time before my parents know that Feng Zhenyang and I are getting married. The most important thing is, if Zhao Yichen tells my parents that I already know about my background, it would be adding insult to injury.
The more I thought about it, the scarier it became. But I couldn't beat Feng Zhenyang. He was strong and tall, and my arms were thin. I couldn't even twist his arms, not to mention twisting his thighs. After a while, I collapsed on the sofa. I couldn't stand it anymore. I gasped and asked Feng Zhenyang angrily, "You... what do you want to do? Are you crazy or something? Why are you talking nonsense? I tell you, if Zhao Yicheng goes to my parents and talks nonsense, it will be all your fault! I will never let you go!"
"Shen Jiaying, I want to ask you, do you really still have feelings for Zhao Yicheng?" Feng Zhenyang and I were arguing about his nonsense, but he actually brought it up and asked me whether I still had feelings for Zhao Yicheng.
I was so frustrated by him that I blurted out without thinking: "So what if I still have feelings for Zhao Yicheng? We are not really getting married. But you! You, Gao Moxi and that so-and-so are not clear about the relationship. You are not a good person and you can't stand others doing well..."
"Anyway! You have no right to control me! Give me back my phone!" I stretched out my hand and asked for his phone as a matter of course.
Not only did Feng Zhenyang not give me the phone, he also lectured me: "Shen Jiaying, even if we are not really getting married, we have to make it look like it's real. Do you understand?"
After teaching me a lesson, he still threatened me: "What? You still want to explain to Zhao Yicheng now? And if he accidentally leaks it out, it doesn't matter if you die, but you have to think about Shen Shiqi carefully, right? Shen Shiqi didn't even marry a wife, and he let you die of trouble. He can't even have fun with you in the underworld, you know? The phone is with me tonight, and don't try to contact Zhao Yicheng with a landline or anything else, otherwise don't blame me if you die!"
"Who's going to die? You're the one who's going to die!" I was extremely unhappy that he had snatched my phone away, but in my heart I had to agree with his point of view.
Compared to me, Feng Zhenyang was indeed more thoughtful. He also understood me well enough to know that I was against it on the surface but agreed in my heart, so he patted my shoulder and acted like a warm-hearted man: "I am doing this for your own good. Even if we are no longer the same as before, I will not harm you."
"Okay, let's go out to eat something. You come back, take a shower and have a good rest, and go to the set early tomorrow." Feng Zhenyang said as he touched my hair, then got up to get the key.
The moment his hand touched my head, the warmth was like an electric current running through my body, making me a little dizzy. But it was only a few seconds, and in a flash I pulled myself back to reality. I asked Feng Zhenyang in confusion: "Go to the set? Can I still go to the set tomorrow?"
"I have already called Director Zhu this afternoon to discuss this..." Feng Zhenyang turned around, his beautiful eyes showing pride: "I told you that I will let you continue filming, so just go there tomorrow without worry."
To be honest, I find it a little bit unbelievable. Feng Zhenyang took me away like a madman today. The impact on the on-site filming is not just a little bit. How can... How can it be solved so easily
I found it incredible and jumped up from the sofa in shock: "You are not lying to me! How...how did you do it?!"
"I won't tell you!" Feng Zhenyang, when no one asks him, he stares at you eagerly, with a look of a chatterbox who has nothing to say: "Ask me! Ask me quickly! If you ask me, I'll tell you right away!"
But if you ask him, he will be mysterious. He will beat around the bush for a simple matter, and then when he sees you getting angry, he will say he won't tell you. Seeing that I was getting angry, he still chose not to say anything. He leaned on the door frame with one hand, thinking he was cool and handsome, and said, "Let's go, let's eat first. Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight. There are so many battles these days, so don't worry about Zhao Yicheng."
After going around in circles, I'm still back. I'm too lazy to argue with him. It's useless to argue with him anyway. I can't talk him down, and I can't beat him up. I'm not as good as him in terms of family background, money, and popularity! So, how can I be so unlucky! I've been so unlucky since I was born, and I'm still so unlucky even when I'm in my thirties. How unlucky!
It was really unlucky. The next day, during the lunch break, I saw someone I didn't want to see from afar - Gao Moxi. Judging from her clothes, she was probably filming nearby and was probably taking a break on set, so she came over to pick a fight with me.
It happened that I was also taking a break, and Tang Xiaomei and Rong Fang were busy helping me deal with the reporters. I felt very sorry for them in this regard. Apart from filming well and giving Tang Xiaomei a raise in the future, I really can't think of a better way to make it up to them.
I wanted to film well, but Gao Moxi was not happy to let me film well. She was not in our crew, but she sat on the chair next to me without any hesitation, saying something sarcastic: "Shen Jiaying is so good? She even dares to steal my man?"
"Rob? I've never robbed anyone?" This person, he has to fight for his dignity even if he doesn't want to make a living. I, who have always been able to keep my composure, just can't stand Gao Moxi's face, just as she can't stand me. We both want to beat each other up all the time. We have already beaten each other when we were young, and it won't look good to beat each other up again now. So when we meet, we either have a verbal battle or cheat secretly.
But if she didn't come to provoke me, even if I didn't like her, I wouldn't cheat her, let alone take the initiative to provoke her and say such infuriating words. I said I had never robbed her, but I felt that it was not enough, so I quickly added: "If you don't believe it, you can go ask him yourself."
"Of course I know how to ask. You don't need to remind me!" Gao Moxi's eyes were filled with anger under her false eyelashes. She was so angry at me, but she still didn't give up and continued to provoke me endlessly: "Do you think you have won? I tell you, Shen Jiaying, you will never be able to beat me! You are just a divorced woman with a lower education than me! Your family background is not as good as mine! The future..."
"There is no future. Haven't I already defeated you now?" I smiled coldly, looking at her with a smile in my eyes, full of mockery: "I have defeated you now, haven't I?"
The relationship between Feng Zhenyang and I is fake. Even if we get married, we will get divorced in the future. But even so, Gao Moxi will never get the position of Mrs. Feng. Of course, she doesn't think so. She has always been full of self-confidence. She thinks that she has been to college and was admitted by a formal exam. She is different from those messy people, especially divorced women like me who graduated from high school and later had money but did not go to further study and make progress. She feels more superior.
Or maybe, her sense of superiority is innate. Facing my ridicule, she was so angry that her face turned red, but she was still confident: "Haha, do you think you really won? Do you think that with your education and family background, the Feng family will accept you?"
"I don't need others to accept me. As long as Feng Zhenyang accepts me, I don't care about anything else." I am born to be a vengeful person. I smiled calmly and said, "I am marrying Feng Zhenyang, not the Feng family's money."
My words completely irritated Gao Moxi. Everyone knew that she was attracted by the Feng family's money. If Feng Zhenyang was a pauper, she would at most take a look at his handsome face, but she was not qualified to have a relationship! This is not what I said, but what Feng Zhenyang said himself. On the surface, he was ambiguous with others, but he said this about her behind her back. This man is hypocritical enough. I obviously hate hypocritical men, but I don't know why, when I heard Feng Zhenyang say that, I felt particularly happy, which was even better than beating Gao Moxi up.
My words were no different from beating up Gao Moxi. My words seemed to have touched her nerves. Her pretty face became ferocious, as if she was about to hit me. She shrilled and cursed, "Shen Jiaying, stop pretending to be noble! You are just one of Feng Zhenyang's many lovers. You are just relying on the bastard in your belly. What's so great about you! If you don't have the bastard in your belly, do you think Feng Zhenyang will still want you?"
"Who are you calling a little bastard? Who are you calling a little bastard?" Gao Moxi had just finished speaking when a loud bang was heard. Following the woman's angry voice, Gao Mo was soaked from head to toe, with a piece of meat hanging on his head, and a strong smell of broth permeated his whole body!
Gao Moxi was trembling all over, his eyes widened, and he stood up suddenly, totally disregarding his image, pointing at the middle-aged woman in front of him and angrily questioning and insulting her: "Who are you! Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me!"
"I don't want to know who you are! I'll just tell you that I'm Feng Zhenyang's mother!" (To be continued)