Chapter 137
Secretary Zhang walked to the door and was about to knock when he heard the sound of a phone call from inside. Ever since he followed Lao Yi, he had been working tirelessly to spy on Lao Yi's actions, even to the point of habitually eavesdropping.
But this old fox was too cunning and never let anyone catch him in any secrets. Even though he knew that he was not afraid of being overheard when he made phone calls in the office, he still habitually listened to the movement inside before knocking on the door.
"Don't eat only one meal a day. Embroidery strains your eyes. Go to sleep when you're tired. If you can't sleep, just lie down and close your eyes to rest..."
He simply couldn't bear it. Ever since he found this little spy, he'd become like this. He wasn't so half-dead anymore, his mind wandering off to who knows where. He had lost all the manliness he should have. Even now, he was being so sloppy on the phone. Even the swagger he used to have when changing women was like changing clothes was gone. What was the point of staying with just one woman?
Secretary Zhang recalled how *** had only had one ugly, fierce wife his entire life, a wife he loved madly, and wouldn't even glance at any other woman. It was simply incomprehensible. Now *** had fallen in love with a young actress. Someone who had been so philandering in the past was so infatuated that he couldn't live without her. It was truly eye-opening. This world had gone mad, and so had people.
What he never expected was that the person right under his nose had also gone crazy.
He gathered himself together and knocked on the door. He really couldn't bear to listen any longer.
Wang Jiazhi put down the phone, picked up the embroidery frame and continued embroidering. After embroidering for a long time, her eyes became very uncomfortable, so she lay down and gradually fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already dark. She sat downstairs and waited for the two cats to come back.
Hearing the sound of meowing at the door, she opened the door and saw that small snowflakes were falling outside again. There were three stripes behind the tabby cat, and a layer of snow fell on its back.
"You're all covered in snow. Come in quickly."
Two kittens came in lined up and shook off the snow on their bodies.
Wang Jiazhi was too lazy to move and asked the little girl to feed them food and water.
The little girl and her mother talked about a recent incident.
Grandma said, "I never thought he would die like that. What a shame."
The little girl said, "No one knows? The servants at home should also go and check."
Grandma said, "They say she was alive the day before, but she didn't go out until the evening of the next day. When people went in to check, she was already dead. She didn't get along well with her in-laws, and her husband didn't care much about her."
The little girl said, "I heard it was just a cold, how come it happened?"
Grandma said, "Colds are very serious. Many people die from them."
The little girl said, "It's really shameful for such a thing to happen to such a family."
A-ma said, "Who says it's not true? My parents don't know how to make trouble. Actually, my parents are not making trouble, they just want money."
Wang Jiazhi wondered how lively the mahjong table would be. She recalled how Mrs. Liang's daughter had eloped, and how they'd stayed up all night playing mahjong just to gossip. She'd almost woken Old Yi up in the middle of the night.
She was isolated from the world. Wang Jiazhi felt like she was living in an unrealistic little world, completely cut off from the outside world. Although she would have to reconnect with the organization soon, upon returning it felt like all she had just been dreaming.
Living in the world of history and fiction every day, feeling the joys and sorrows of the characters, and lamenting the vicissitudes of life thousands of years ago, the impermanence of the world. If she could, she really wanted to live like this forever.
Old Yi said he'd be back in two or three days, and there wasn't anything wrong with Grandma and the little girl. It was just that when she spoke to him on the phone, they looked at her strangely. It was just like how Secretary Zhang had looked at her back then. Was she really that embarrassed? Besides Old Yi, she felt like everyone around her was looking at her strangely.
With her hair down and one hand holding her head, she looked like a little white curly-haired cat.
She thought to herself, "As if I were a monster."
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