Chapter 250
Several wives were playing cards. When they saw him coming back and about to enter the study, Mrs. Yi hurriedly called out, "You're back."
He walked over and smiled and nodded to a few people.
Mrs. Liang said, "Mr. Yi is rarely seen these days."
He said, "I'm busy lately."
Ms. Qiao happened to be sitting at the door, and he stood behind her.
Lao Yi has always been ruthless and impatient when it comes to playing with women, so it is impossible to compete with him.
Even in the past, Lao Yi would never have done anything to Ms. Qiao, as she was so self-righteous. He knew that once she got him, he would become her capital to show off her invincibility, so he would never flatter her in that way.
Women are just playthings, and you don't have to have her.
Lao Yi's pair of peach blossom eyes and smiling lips have been there since he was young. He interacts with others without any emotion, which sometimes makes people misunderstand that he has that kind of intention.
Ms. Qiao had almost no unattainable men, and at first she thought it would be easy to seduce Lao Yi. However, he refused to take the bait, yet he always seemed interested in her, which greatly aroused her desire to win.
Of course, there was an element of misunderstanding on Ms. Qiao's part, but there was also the element of him deliberately doing bad things.
When they occasionally met, a sudden glance or a meaningful word would make Ms. Qiao feel that he was not completely uninterested in her. He was deliberately trying to play tricks on her.
Lao Yi was being mean because he looked down on her. He thought it was ridiculous for a woman to be proud of seducing men. On the other hand, he also thought it was ridiculous for a man to be proud of having a woman in his life.
Everyone has their own type of crush. If everyone likes the same person, then that person is just pretending. The crush they have is just a fake version of themselves, and the love they've received is completely illusory and doesn't really belong to them. It's like a prostitute, currying favor with different people based on their preferences. It's just too filthy to gain favor this way.
Ms. Qiao picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
Lao Yi saw that there was no mark on the rim of the cup. She was wearing bean paste-colored lipstick today.
He remembered how Wang Jiazhi still liked to wear cheap, faded lipstick. Back in Hong Kong, she'd drink tea at home, leaving half the rim of the cup covered in red lipstick stains, which she never knew how to wipe off. So adorable.
The lipstick was peach-flavored, and it stained his lips the first time we kissed. I didn't notice it at the time, but luckily it wasn't too much, otherwise someone would have noticed...
For a while now, there have been faint lipstick stains on my clothes, and I don't know how they got there. It's not obvious, and you can't see it unless you're very close.
Once when he was out for a social event, a female entertainer beside him said with a smile, "The commander's lover is afraid that we will snatch you away."
He never thought she did it on purpose.
In fact, he didn't know that when Wang Jiazhi was a child, she liked to use erasers or radishes to carve seals with her own name on them, and then print them on all the things that belonged to her.
During that period, the ladies at the poker table said that Lao Yi had a colleague who liked to introduce women to other people during social events, and that person liked to curry favor with him.
"What is she doing now?" he thought to himself.
Ms. Qiao deliberately turned her head to get something and saw him looking at her teacup with a half-smile and a thoughtful look.
She thought to herself that she didn't believe that he didn't like her at all.
After Old Yi left, Mrs. Yi asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Grandma said, "Sir, open the box and look for something."
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After the card game, Mrs. Yi invited Mrs. Liang to have dinner with her.
Mrs. Liang said, "You should try to persuade Mr. Yi. Ever since he got that little mansion, he's been sick all the time. I don't know how that little girl is taking care of him. If he continues like this, I'm not sure what will happen if something happens to him."
Mrs. Yi said, "He's an old man, he doesn't understand anything. I'm trying to persuade him, but it seems like I'm intolerant. Let him be."
Mrs. Liang said, "You are the principal wife, so it's only natural for you to ask about this. How can you say you are intolerant? Besides, she was the concubine. After she moved out, she never showed up again. You are a bit too arrogant."
Mrs. Liang knew that Mrs. Yi couldn't control Old Yi, so she didn't dare. But as a close friend, she felt it was necessary to give her some face. Normally, Mrs. Yi would have been grateful, but today she was in a bad mood. After hearing Mrs. Liang's words, she felt that she was deliberately teasing her and was not enthusiastic about talking to her.
A-ma heard a few words from the side. A-ma didn't like Wang Jiazhi and felt that she had bewitched Old Yi. However, she was very dissatisfied with what Mrs. Yi and Mrs. Liang said, out of a protective mentality.
I thought to myself, "It's no big deal for a rich family to have three wives and four concubines. They haven't even brought them home. Why are you so petty?"
Since her nails were badly injured, she could no longer peel lotus seeds and started peeling nuts instead.
Lotus seeds were dried in bamboo strips on the windowsill, and small hills of nut kernels and shells were piled up in the house.
The older sister from the second floor came over and gave her some old books.
She had recently become very interested in the stories of the Song brothers, Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong, and went to a bookstore in the city to ask, but they didn't have "Continued Zizhi Tongjian" and "History of the Song Dynasty." The shop on the second floor said they used to sell used books and that they might be able to find them, and they had delivered them today.
She fiddled with the cover of the ancient book, which was well preserved without a single curled edge.
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