Chapter 116
Wang Jiazhi woke up and the sunlight shone in and fell on her. It was already bright outside.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a kitten curled up beside her pillow, sleeping face to face with her and making purring sounds.
She reached out to touch its warm and soft fur, and it woke up, coming over to rub against her and barking.
She sat up and held it in her arms. Its legs had healed and it was already so big. It grew so fast. Around its neck was a rose amethyst necklace, wrapped around it twice. It was the one she had seen in the window a few days ago.
Although she felt very tired and her body was covered with marks, she was still unsure whether she had dreamed at night.
Just after she finished cleaning, my mother came in with some things and said, "Madam said these are for feeding the cats."
Wang Jiazhi was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Yi."
Mrs. Yi did not tell the other ladies that she was leaving, probably because she thought she might not really leave.
He came back late last night and left again in the morning. Of course, Auntie didn't dare to say that he left through her room. But since she was favored again and would not leave, she had to say hello to Mrs. Yi.
"The masseur is coming at noon, Madam, please give Madam Mai a massage."
"That's great, thank you, Mrs. Yi."
The masseuse came at noon and gave her a massage that made her feel much better. I tried to apply some ointment, but she refused. She was already feeling much better, but she was afraid of the smell of medicine.
She played mahjong that afternoon and lost a lot of money out of guilt. On the surface, the others were acting the same as usual, but in their hearts, they were all thinking about how they were doing.
Wang Jiazhi didn't wear lipstick today because her lips were a little swollen, and it would have made her look awkward. I don't know what the others were thinking. They knew they were fine, but they still thought her lips were just swollen from yesterday's spiciness.
Mrs. Yi was also feeling mixed emotions. Keeping her at home would help keep Old Yi's attention, preventing him from looking for those difficult vixens. But now it seemed that Old Yi was being overly concerned with her, and if things went wrong, she might become an even greater threat.
When her mother came over to bring her some snacks, Wang Jiazhi covered the left side of her neck with one hand. She had put on powder, but it was still visible up close.
Both of them were seriously injured yesterday. Fortunately, there was only one wound on the neck and no wound on the arm. The rest were in other places.
When Lao Yi heard his mother say on the phone that the patient was no longer dying and wanted to be treated by a masseur, he felt relieved.
Secretary Zhang came to talk about something and was closer, so he also discovered it.
I thought to myself, "What great things can a woman accomplish when she's so distracted?"
Secretary Zhang treats Lao Yi a bit like Lao Wu when he was young, with a confidence that he can replace Lao Yi, but he just can't.
Wang Jiazhi sometimes wondered, having reached this point of no return, why would we still argue over who would suffer the most horrific demise? But it seemed that where there was power, there would be no peace and quiet, even at the end of the day. As long as the bubble hadn't completely dissipated, there would still be people eager to capitalize on it.
She didn't understand officialdom, but she couldn't help but think that even if Old Yi fell, he'd never heard of a secretary replacing him. Could it be that there was someone else behind Secretary Zhang?
He came back early that day. Mrs. Yi looked a little unhappy. Mrs. Ma said, "I haven't seen Mr. Yi for a few days."
He said, "I've been busy these past few days."
Wang Jiazhi thought about that incident again. She cried so hard that day. Have they met in the past few days?
He saw her wearing an off-white dress with large white hydrangeas on it. She was not wearing any lipstick, looking so pure and simple.
Bingzi has a natural air of immortality. He remembered this sentence. Even with heavy makeup, she still looked like a young girl pretending to be mature.
She looked up at him and quickly lowered her head.
Mrs. Liang asked how someone was doing now and how long he could live.
He is Lao Yi's colleague and has been seriously ill recently.
The discussion at the poker table turned to a dispute over the man's property with his concubines. He had lived in a small mansion for decades, and had many children. The concubines were pressuring him to write a will, specifying that his money would be given to them. The man, heartbroken, refused to write, and the concubines, accompanied by the children, were constantly making a scene.
Mrs. Yi said, "You've been treating her with the utmost respect. After all these years, she's become old and faded. It's easy to find someone younger. But making such a scene now is not going to sit well with everyone."
Mrs. Liang said, "What good is she doing herself? Now, there's nothing she can do even if she wants to give."
Mrs. Ma laughed and said, "She's being silly. She has a child, so what is she afraid of? She's just going to ignore her. Is she going to watch her own flesh and blood starve to death before she dies? She's really impatient."
Several ladies were gossiping enthusiastically, talking about how much money the man had spent on outsiders, and there was an invisible resentment in their enthusiasm.
Wang Jiazhi recalled that after Ximen Qing died in "Jin Ping Mei", Wu Yueniang wanted to sell Pan Jinlian, saying that the money she had spent on her over the years was enough to buy her a silver doll.
Seeing that she kept her head down and remained silent, Mrs. Yi said, "Mrs. Mai was scared by us."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "It's all the same. This kind of thing happens everywhere. What did that man want from him? If not money, then what about her? They were still married, with deep love and affection, but she was just a casual couple. She was afraid of being left alone, and in the end, her true colors were revealed. Even if they had a child, many would abandon their own flesh and blood, let alone a child born out of wedlock. Of course she was afraid."
Mrs. Yi said, "Don't look at Mrs. Mai's young age, she is very insightful."
Mrs. Ma glanced at him.
Wang Jiazhi thought, no matter how much money I have, the wealth and glory I gained by harming others and torturing myself cannot even support a child.
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