Chapter 180
There was already a mirror in the house, and she set it up on the table. She hadn't looked at herself in the mirror carefully for a long time.
She saw the person in the mirror and said in fear, "Who is this?"
The most difficult thing to keep in this world is the red face leaving the mirror and the flowers leaving the trees.
But I am not old yet, yet I feel like a ghost.
People can still be vigorous and energetic even when they are old. What is more terrifying than aging is having all their energy drained away. On the table stood a branch of apricot blossoms, its petals completely shed, leaving only a branch that will never bear fruit.
The branch happened to be in the frame, right next to her.
She quickly pushed the branch away and slammed the mirror down.
The window was open, the warm sunlight shone warmly on her, and outside, there was a bustling noise of people. In this bright and beautiful spring world, she was the only one who felt suffocated and terrified.
Spring has arrived. The white jasmine and magnolia in the yard are in bloom, and the orchids in the house are also in bloom. The house is filled with the rich and fragrant scent of flowers.
"Mrs. Yi, the sofa in your house is made of nice leather. I want to buy another one, but I can't find a good one." said Ms. Qiao.
"The leather is good, but I think the color is a little too dark. Imported goods were hard to find back then. I looked at many pieces, but none were as good as this one."
"Decent imported goods are hard to come by these days, even if you have money. But someone managed to get me a few."
The other three ladies thought to themselves, I wonder which lover this "someone" is.
"Mrs. Yi, this emerald ring of yours is really nice. I've never seen you wear it before."
Mrs. Yi smiled and said, "I bought it the day before yesterday. I also have an emerald ring, but this one is a better style, so I bought it."
"This one is really good. It's green, big, and beautifully cut. Mrs. Yi has so many jewels that she can't wear them all."
Mrs. Yi laughed and said, "How can I compare to you? You wear something different every time."
Ms. Qiao laughed and said, "Those I have are just to make up the numbers. Ten of them are not as good as your one."
Mrs. Yi smiled and said, "Look at this one on your hand, it's five carats. Mr. Yuan really is very caring. He dressed you up a lot when he was alive."
Ms. Qiao laughed and said, "No, he's just generous with his money, but he's a pain in the ass. If you go out to play cards, you'll get a dozen phone calls, nagging you like you're locked up in the house."
Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "That's because Mr. Yuan loves you so much that he's afraid someone will snatch a piece of your flesh away from you when you go out."
The three of them were chatting and laughing, and Mrs. Ma just sat there as a foil.
Mrs. Ma was a renowned beauty in the Pseudo-Edict Fate, always the center of attention. She had hooked up with Old Yi, becoming even more arrogant and spoiled. Old Yi's decision to stop dating her was already embarrassing for her in the community, and now the sudden arrival of the stunningly beautiful Ms. Qiao, stealing her spotlight, further shattered her sense of humiliation.
After Mrs. Liang finished speaking, Ms. Qiao exclaimed, "How could he care about me? He has a terrible temper and yells at the slightest provocation. It's terrifying. He's nothing like Mr. Yi, who is quiet and gentle and has such a good temper."
Mrs. Yi also exclaimed, "How can he be in a good mood? He's just putting on an act for you guys."
In all the time Old Yi and Mrs. Yi had spent together, Old Yi had never yelled at her, and the two of them had never had a real argument. It wasn't that he had a good temper, but rather that he had always been that kind of intimidating person since he was young. A single glance from him would frighten Mrs. Yi, and there was no chance of him getting angry.
He came back at noon, and Mrs. Yi turned around and said, "Old Yi, Mrs. Yuan's house has new floors, and the color is really nice. Should we change them too?"
He came over and said, "Look."
Mrs. Ma was resentful in her heart, but as soon as she mentioned Mrs. Yuan, she came.
"Mr. Yi, your clothes are a little thin. The weather is a little colder today than yesterday."
"Really?" he laughed.
Today, Ms. Qiao wore a navy cheongsam embroidered with large, broken rose branches, perfectly suiting the vibrant spring weather. She used to have long, wavy hair, but recently cut it short, just above her ears, making her look like a plump, blooming lantern flower. She wore earrings and a brooch shaped like white diamond flowers, but the highlight was a massive diamond ring on her finger, which looked to be five or six carats.
But the most perfect thing was not these, but the white diamond spider hairpin she wore on her right temple. It was as big as a child's palm, with white diamonds forming the spider's body and six open claws, as if grabbing her hair. The spider held a short diamond tassel in its mouth, and the slightest movement of its body made it sway, making it even more charming and beautiful.
The four of them sat together playing cards, and Mrs. Ma was overshadowed by her brilliance.
Her ostentatious jewelry alone was enough to arouse the hatred of the false emperors, not to mention her vixen-like personality and appearance.
Lao Yi couldn't help but take a few more glances. It was really beautiful.
Mrs. Yi gave a look, and Mrs. Liang made an excuse to go out and make a phone call. When she came back, she said that something happened at home and she had to leave in a hurry.
Mrs. Yi complained that if she left at this time, who would take her place? Mrs. Liao was busy and Mrs. Xiao was not in Shanghai these days.
Then he said, "Old Yi, give me some support. It's rare that we're having fun."
He smiled and said, "I'll be busy later."
But people didn't leave.
Ms. Qiao smiled and said, "Mr. Yi, please help me. I lost a lot today and I'm looking to change my luck."
Mrs. Ma stood aside angrily without saying a word.
Mrs. Liang also said, "Mr. Yi, please help me out. Otherwise, I will be blamed to death."
Old Yi smiled helplessly and started playing mahjong with them.
Mrs. Yi glanced at Mrs. Ma out of the corner of her eye and thought, it's not your turn to be proud anyway.
Mrs. Yi didn't know what was happening over there, but she noticed that although Mr. Yi still rarely came home, he came home much more frequently than before, and he was no longer rarely seen for one or two months.
She thought, maybe Old Yi is tired of it too. Wang Jiazhi's advantage lies in her youth and that silly, little-girlish aura. If she gets tired of those two things, then there's no point in playing with her anymore.
The three of them chatted and laughed at the card table, but Mrs. Ma was speechless. She fought back several times, but he didn't take her side, and she became even angrier.
I angrily said in my heart: "This heartless bastard!"
"Oh, I won again. Mr. Yi really is the God of Wealth."
Mrs. Ma was furious. Mrs. Yi smiled, but in her heart she hated Mrs. Yuan for being so ostentatious. Although everyone knew it was a tacit agreement, she shouldn't treat her, the wife, so lightly.
Ms. Qiao is not usually so ostentatious, she just deliberately wants to demonstrate to Mrs. Ma.
In the middle, Lao Yi turned around to take the teacup, and she pretended to go in the wrong direction and went to take it, and his hand just happened to press on her hand.
He deliberately didn't let go immediately, but after a few seconds, she pulled it out shyly.
Old Yi sighed inwardly, "Seeing is believing. She's truly different than the usual ones." He'd heard of her reputation before, but he'd always gone there, never having the chance to meet her. But who would go out of their way to see a socialite?
He had never had much patience for women. If he wanted to bring someone new, the first thing he considered was whether they were good in bed. To be frank, he only looked for women to sleep with. He wasn't obsessed with sex, and anyone who was obsessed with that for their entire life was a complete loser.
It’s just that women mean stress relief to him, and the only way they can relieve stress for him is sleeping.
Of course, Wang Jiazhi is the only one who can relieve stress without sleeping.
Looking at Mrs. Yuan from such a close distance today, she must look good after taking off her clothes. She feels soft to the touch and her body must be soft too.
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