"She's not mentally normal! How dare your fifth uncle bring her out if she's not mentally normal?" I couldn't help but look at the middle-aged woman who looked quite elegant. She looked so familiar, but I couldn't remember her. She didn't look like a mental patient? If she was really sick, why did Feng Yue bring her out? If she suddenly had an attack and ruined the old man of the Feng family, wouldn't it be a loss
In the noisy hall, the flow of people was comparable to that of a busy street. My eyes were focused on Feng Yue and that woman, but I forgot that I was so out of place here. After all, Feng Zhenyang and I are different people. On the surface, we have both been in the entertainment industry. We are high school classmates and have known each other for more than ten years, but the fact is that my world and his world are completely different.
Many people think that actresses often go in and out of wealthy families, but I seem to have never been in a wealthy family. The wealthy families I have come into contact with are not really wealthy families. So far, the Feng family is the real wealthy family among the rich people I have come into contact with.
The rich and powerful are naturally complicated. Feng Zhenyang looked at Feng Yue and that woman with complicated eyes, and whispered to me the story of Feng Yue and his unnamed lover: "Don't think that my fifth uncle will do anything to fight for property, and even be cruel, but he is really persistent in love. This... can be considered my fifth aunt. Although her mental state is not normal, in my fifth uncle's heart, no one can compare to her."
"No matter how others object, Uncle Wu will never treat her badly. He will not be afraid of her making a fool of herself in any event, and he will never bring other women with him." Feng Zhenyang is a man who can only be cold and noble for a few days. Once he talks about the gossip about his family, his true colors are exposed. He talks about it with relish: "As far as I can remember, Aunt Wu's mental state has not been normal, and she doesn't like to contact people. In recent years, she is a little more willing to talk. But Aunt Wu's origin is very strange. When I was young, my sister said that Aunt Wu was actually dead, and my cousins at home also think so."
Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing: "Dead man! You have a really rich imagination. How did you know that he was dead?"
Gossip is a great atmosphere seasoning. My nervousness and anxiety disappeared, and I was left with a heart full of gossip and a mouth full of ridicule: "No matter how I look at them, they are all human beings. How do you think you can tell that?"
"That's mainly because my fifth aunt's origin is too strange!" Feng Zhenyang said as he glanced at the woman with his peripheral vision, and then he described it vividly: "According to my sister, in the late autumn of that year, the leaves were falling. The moon was dark and the wind was strong. The whole Feng family mansion was silent, without a single sound! Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of the door opening, and my fifth uncle appeared at the door holding a woman covered in blood, dirt and corpse stench!"
"Wangcai, who was guarding the door at the time, was so scared that he didn't dare to scream! The next morning, there was a woman in Uncle Wu's room!" Feng Zhenyang became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "It is said that the woman was full of stench, and the lower part of her face was destroyed, and she looked rotten. The magical thing is that she even showed signs of breathing! Do you think this was dug out from the coffin! How could it not be a ghost?"
After Feng Zhenyang said this, I couldn't help but despise him: "Who said that a face with half rotten was dug out of the ground! And her face is obviously fine, not rotten as you said! I tell you that it is impossible to repair a rotten face so successfully, not to mention that it was 20 or 30 years ago! Bah, you are just bragging! Your family is so wicked, making up all these weird rumors, why don't you say that she is a zombie, and her face will naturally heal after sucking your fifth uncle's blood for a long time!"
"You don't understand this!" Feng Zhenyang was extremely unwilling to be despised by me, so he also despised me: "Fifth uncle took her abroad to have plastic surgery, and the technology there was top-notch back then! It's not like in China!"
Obviously, this guy was showing off his wealth and his wide knowledge since childhood, and he looked down on me as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. I sneered at his behavior of worshipping foreign things: "Fake foreign devil who worships foreign things!"
"What do you mean by worshipping foreign things? Shen Jiaying, let me tell you, we should learn from their good qualities!" Feng Zhenyang immediately refuted me and gave me a lecture: "For example, we should learn the laws of the United States! Human traffickers, rapists, and school violence should all be severely punished!"
I wanted to refute him, but I found that what he said was indeed very reasonable. There are some things we should learn carefully. Although I really didn't want to admit that Feng Zhenyang was right, I had to admit: "You are well-informed, you are amazing, okay!"
"You don't even need to tell me that! I'm already amazing!" Feng Zhenyang was not polite at all. He shamelessly admitted that he was amazing. His three-dimensional and delicate features were filled with a smile that was both brilliant and annoying: "If I wasn't amazing, how could you have had a crush on me when you were in high school! With a cold personality like you, it's a miracle that you could like someone in high school!"
Why are you bringing up something that's not relevant? You're talking about a crush on someone for no reason. Of course I refused to admit it: "When did I ever have a crush on you? Can you stop flattering yourself?"
"Of course I don't flatter, I only wear facial masks!" Feng Zhenyang said with a sly smile, which was completely different from his previous serious and gloomy demeanor.
Originally, he was not a very serious person, at least in front of his friends, he would not be too serious. Feng Zhenyang always gave me a sense of oppression these days, which made me feel suffocated. At this moment, he was smiling and I felt much more relaxed.
"Let's go and meet the old man! Are you still nervous now?" Feng Zhenyang's eyes were smiling, and those eyes seemed to have a special charm.
After hearing what he said, I suddenly realized that he had said so much to me just to make me feel more relaxed! Feng Zhenyang understood me. Compared with him, my social circle and personality were simpler. Therefore, he could see through me, but I might not see through him.
I really don't like this feeling, but now I have to go along with it. However, I still deliberately argue with him on the surface: "I'm not nervous at all, okay?"
My heart was in turmoil. I looked left and right, and saw the old man of the Feng family walking slowly towards me, surrounded by several wives and children and grandchildren. As soon as he appeared, the guests around him also came forward, and with smiles on their faces, they wished the old man a long life, happiness as vast as the East Sea, and so on.
As the grandson of the old man of the Feng family, Feng Zhenyang naturally had to pretend to give a gift. The reason why I said he pretended was because he had no feelings for this grandfather at all. In other words, he even disliked his grandfather. He kept talking about the old man, and they had not lived together for many years, and his grandfather was mean to his father, so the only thing between him and his grandfather was interest.
So for the sake of profit, he carefully selected a traditional Chinese painting for his grandfather. It was said to be an authentic work by the famous Sichuan painter Peng Xiancheng, called "Shepherds Returning from Liangshan". He could not get any paintings by Zhang Daqian or Qi Baishi, and Feng Zhenyang had to take great pains to find the painting by Peng Xiancheng.
I don't understand painting, and I don't understand what these elderly people from wealthy families like. When I went to Zhao Yicheng's house before, his grandmother had poor hearing, so I gave her a pair of hearing aids. But it was different for the old man of the Feng family. Whatever I gave him was of little use. I even said those words to him at the time, which made him so angry that he almost vomited blood. No matter what I gave him, he would find fault with it.
As the pace got closer, I became more nervous. Feng Zhenyang said that I should not say anything when I got to Feng's house, and just follow him. But I was still unsure. I was not pregnant at all. Feng Zhenyang made a fake certificate to fool the old man. The old man was not so easy to fool. I didn't know what would happen next.
So my heart was shaking, I felt like an uninvited clown, jumping up and down desperately, using all kinds of dirty tricks, fake pregnancy being one of them. If this was exposed, I think I would die more rhythmically than I am now. Not only would Shen Shiqi's safety be threatened, but Feng Zhenyang would also be implicated by me. It was really a very dangerous move.
I will have to fake a miscarriage in a few months, otherwise I will not be able to give birth to a child for them. However, now I still have to pretend that I am pregnant, so the high heels I wear are not very high.
"Grandpa, Jiaying and I are giving you a gift. We wish you good fortune and a long life." Feng Zhenyang's first blessing was a rather uncreative one.
The old man of the Feng family, who was smiling, suddenly changed his expression, and his face looked a little ugly. Because there were people around, he didn't show it too obviously. It was embarrassing for his grandson to marry a divorced actress, but it was even more embarrassing to be irresponsible, so Feng Zhenyang acted first and then asked for permission, creating a false impression that the Feng family had already accepted me. Especially when Feng Zhenyang's mother appeared on the set, many people mistakenly believed that the Feng family had already accepted me.
The old man of the Feng family was extremely eager to have a great-grandson. He hoped that I would be born, but he was unwilling to let me into the family. There were many women who wanted to have a child with the Feng family, but few of them could really get pregnant, because the Feng family would not easily let a woman into the family. I was really like a concubine taking the throne.
I was very cautious as I was on top, but I still pretended to be very noble. Old Master Feng quickly scanned me and asked Feng Zhenyang: "After having a child, you have to be careful. You know what you should and shouldn't do."
On the surface, he said this to Feng Zhenyang, but in fact, he said it to me. I don't know what Feng Zhenyang said to the old man of the Feng family afterwards. After I contradicted him that day, his attitude now... seems to be that he agrees. For a moment, I didn't dare to believe it.
Feng Zhenyang looked extremely filial: "Grandpa is right, we will pay attention to it."
Grandpa Feng nodded majestically, then slowly walked onto the stage in the hall, apparently to give a birthday speech. While he was walking up, I immediately grabbed Feng Zhenyang's arm and asked him in great confusion: "What's going on? I contradicted your grandfather a few days ago! How come..."
Feng Zhenyang put one hand on my shoulder, looked at Old Man Feng, and smiled: "This is nothing, there are more exciting things!"
"What's more exciting!" I was even more confused, I saw Mr. Feng step onto the stage, the expression on his face was completely different from before, smiling, amiable and dignified at the same time: "First of all, thank you all relatives and friends for coming to my birthday party, secondly, I, an old man, want to take this opportunity to announce to you a happy event about our Feng family." (To be continued)