Chapter 114
Wang Jiazhi was determined to leave. Although she had no idea how to leave, it was almost impossible. No matter how she thought about it, there was no solution.
Emotionally and intellectually, she realized it was time to leave. Initially, she had thought that if he trusted her, she might be able to get a pass from him, which would give her a better chance of leaving Shanghai and getting away from everyone. Now, it seemed that hope was slim.
They have just suffered a great blow over there, and now is the time with the greatest hope if we leave.
She formally told Mrs. Yi that she would be leaving soon.
Wang Jiazhi repeatedly designed an escape plan. In order to prevent any further complications, she decided to do it in the next few days, the sooner the better.
In the meantime, she went to see an art exhibition, ate her favorite snacks, bought her favorite flowers at a flower shop, watched several movies, and saw the plum blossoms, but they had not yet bloomed, leaving only buds on the tree. She also dared to go to the theater and watch the play performed by that young man.
She knew that leaving was the same as dying. Before she died, she wanted to leave behind fewer regrets.
Rather than escaping, she was more concerned about how she would die. She just wanted to avoid being left dead on the streets, but was that something she could do?
Lao Yi slept for two hours, then got up and tidied up. The kitten had woken up early, so he fed it food and water, played with it for a while, and then went out.
Someone came to the office and said that someone had asked someone to come early in the morning to ask for help in liaising with the judge.
Old Yi heard that the person in question was someone's son, who had found another wife. The woman had become infatuated with an actor, and had used his money to hire him, bringing him home. He caught them red-handed when he returned. He happened to have a gun at home, and in a rage, he shot both of them.
Lao Yi recalled that time when he went back and they said at the card table that Wang Jiazhi had been staring at an actor.
Hey, as expected, I'm not her type. Not to mention that I'm not young anymore, even when I was young, I wasn't that slicked-back, powdered-faced young man.
She probably really liked that boy. He was the type who would stare at the actor in a trance.
He had originally thought that the boy was quite useless, causing such a scene just for a woman. But now that he thought about it, he seemed to be able to sympathize with him.
At the Yi family's house, Grandma said, "She refused to give in. She said she was healed, but the plaster was still there, and it was useless. She told Madam she was leaving the day after tomorrow. She packed up everything... She looked unwell. She kept the lights on in the room at night, and she was very thin and looked out of sorts."
Lao Yi put down the phone, thinking that she just wanted to lead her back. Under the current circumstances, the other side would not let her go.
Those who followed her said she had been shopping, eating out, and watching movies these days, and even dared to go to the theater alone. She didn't look sad at all.
He kept sighing in his heart. He was thinking about her, but she didn't seem to think about him at all.
I'm leaving tomorrow, but I have a lot of social engagements today. I'm playing mahjong with a few ladies, and then we're going out for dinner in the evening. It's Sichuan cuisine, and it's so spicy.
Wang Jiazhi had originally planned to prepare thoroughly; tomorrow would be a thrilling and serious day for her, with the door to life and death opening. But instead, she was busy engaging in frivolous entertainment with a few other ladies.
She was in a trance and returned to that day again. She hadn't made any proper preparations. After playing mahjong all day, he suddenly asked her out, and she died in the night.
It was almost eleven o'clock when she returned home at night. She returned to the house tired, turned on the light and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her stomach was burning with pain from eating spicy food.
She looked around the small room, which was like a snow cave. The wardrobe and dressing table were empty. The boxes were packed and placed next to the wardrobe. Tomorrow she would not be here anymore.
Outside they were still playing mahjong all night, it was very noisy and lively, but the little room was deserted.
They were locked in a golden cage, but this cage was their home after all, where they could do whatever they wanted. She stayed in this tiny space separated from the big cage, but this small space was not hers either.
It was because of him that he had endured the days of living under someone else's roof, and now he was leaving without being able to see his parents for the last time.
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