Chapter 282
After he left, she couldn't sleep anymore. At daybreak, the aunt knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Madam, shall we set off?"
"OK."
This aunt is different from before.
It was only when she got up to clean up that she noticed the gleaming ring on her finger. He must have put it on her finger while she was asleep. She had always thought it was too beautiful, too beautiful to be true, and she didn't deserve it. She had only worn it for a few hours in her past life, and she felt it would be a waste to leave it and her body in the wilderness, so she decided to leave it to him. They hadn't met one last time, but in her eyes, she hoped that seeing the ring would be like seeing her, a farewell of sorts.
In this life, she still felt that it did not belong to her, so she did not take it away, but left it to him as a souvenir.
Those ladies laughed at her for being stingy and not having a diamond ring. In fact, they had no idea that she not only did not have a diamond ring, but she also did not even have enough food to eat or a decent piece of clothing.
Yet, a humble person like her, dressed in gorgeous clothes and jewelry, actually ate and played cards with them. They would be shocked to learn the truth. This world is truly absurd.
Who pities the Yue girl who is as beautiful as jade, but washes her silk by the river in poverty?
How many people live their lives just like a fake skin.
She didn't feel inferior to them, but she simply believed she wasn't destined for such a fate. The ancient saying, "Fate determines destiny," made perfect sense. No matter how determined a person is, they can't outrun fate.
She didn't have much stuff, so packing it was easy. When she finished, it was still quiet outside, and a little later it was almost dawn.
Reaching the door, Wang Jiazhi looked around the house again. Now empty, it was the same desolate scene she'd just arrived in. She'd never come back here again. She'd watched her baby grow here, alone, day by day. She'd returned here after giving birth, and the baby had her first look at her father here, having lived here for a full month.
Two rickshaws were parked downstairs. She took one, and the aunt and older sister took the other. Another car was used to carry the luggage, leaving the fruit family and their two children on the first floor behind.
The rickshaw drove for a while, passing through a field. A layer of white smoke rose from the ground in the morning, making the trees and graves look even more desolate. The trees in the distance seemed to melt into the white mist. Wang Jiazhi looked out the window and felt that the scenery was very similar to the eerie scenery in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
She had also gone to sweep graves with adults, but it was nothing like this. Could it be that she had dreamed about it? That was impossible. If she had dreamed about it, she would definitely remember it.
Everything before her felt utterly unreal, yet she wasn't terrified. In her eyes, the desolate grave was a place of peace. She simply wanted a place like this to rest in peace, a thin coffin after death, buried in the earth, to sleep peacefully. When she rotted, it would nourish the white orchid tree even better.
After walking a bit further, two cars arrived. She, her child, and the older woman were in one car, with the older woman's son driving and the older woman and her husband supporting her. The other car was occupied by the dim sum vendor on the first floor and two other strangers.
It was already afternoon when they got home. Lao Yi wanted to wait for them at home, but something else had to happen. She wasn't surprised; it was rare for him to have time.
Nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as before. It was as if she had just been out that morning and now she was back. It was like a dream. When she left, she thought she would never come back, and she was reluctant to leave, but she also thought that maybe she could come back again.
Grandma, the maid, the cook and other servants came over and bowed to her respectfully.
Wang Jiazhi felt as if she had returned from a hunting expedition in the south.
Her mother hurried over to take the child from her arms, complimenting her beauty even as she looked at her. Back home, she felt more relaxed, and the child was willing to leave her side. The child was fine, unfazed by her first trip. She woke up on the way, her bright eyes curiously observing the scenery outside.
Grandma had prepared a bowl of pear and red date soup for her to drink to quench her thirst and relieve fatigue.
The two groups exchanged tasks and moved their luggage. Wang Jiazhi returned to her room, wondering how much she should tip the person who had looked after her for so long. She still had no idea how money worked in this world. Giving too little would seem petty and embarrassing, but giving too much would be frugal, as she was used to being frugal.
The little girl said that the bath water was ready and asked her whether she wanted to take a bath first or eat first. She was about to change her clothes, so she went in to take a bath and changed her clothes when she came out.
After cleaning up, he gave each person there a small yellow croaker, and gave two to the aunt, asking her to give them to the two people who stayed behind.
Several people said thank you to the lady respectfully, which was completely different from their usual interactions.
All living things need nourishment, and humans are no exception. Beyond material nourishment, spiritual things are far more potent and profound than material nourishment. Spiritual things include family, love, and so on. But perhaps the most significant is power. Power is perhaps the best nourishment for men, and the same applies to women.
Wang Jiazhi was no exception. She certainly didn't think she had anything to do with power. Instead, she lived among powerful people, manipulated by them. But the power belonged to them, not to her. But when their relationship became so close, each one's influence inevitably rubbed off on the other. His sense of power and superiority rubbed off on her, too. Even if she couldn't sense it, after spending time with him, she'd grown accustomed to the feeling of privilege, and the influence of power naturally shone through in her demeanor. Without even realizing it, her aura was becoming more and more like those wives of officials.
In her previous life, she had spent limited time with him, so this aura was only nascent, not overt. But this life was different, because it was a continuation of her past life. In her previous life, Old Wu and Kuang Yumin had become somewhat afraid of her, though she herself hadn't noticed. In this life, this aura was already very noticeable, so they were even more afraid.
Wang Jiazhi usually wore a thorny hairpin and a cloth skirt over there, and didn't dress up. Everyone just got along like neighbors. Now she's back here, wearing a light blue cheongsam with white orchid flowers, a gorgeous dress that makes her look like a noble lady.
Although Old Yi tortured them, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted and terrified, they didn't dislike Wang Jiazhi. She was gentle and kind, and generous in her actions. The things she did out of sadness had no impact on others, but Old Yi was too concerned about her, causing those who cared for her to suffer endlessly.
I originally thought that the person who was obsessed with him was some kind of pretentious vixen, but when I really met him and got along with him, I was very surprised. They actually agreed with the people here. It was not unreasonable for Lao Yi to be like that.
Now that they have brought back the two children, one adult and one child, plus a cat, safely and unharmed, their mission is complete and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing them leave so happily and relaxed, Wang Jiazhi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart. She also felt a pang of guilt. She knew his temper, and these people had probably been tortured by him. Of course, she herself was also to blame.
After the strangers left, Wang Jiazhi changed into her purple pajamas. Her mother came over to give her a massage, and the little girl used a hair dryer to blow dry her damp hair. Perhaps because she had just given birth, her mother and the little girl were doubly attentive and protective of her.
This old lady's massage skills are very good. She feels very comfortable after a massage, and the wind from the hair dryer is so warm that it makes her drowsy.
But she still pulled herself together, put on her pink, purple and white rose embroidered shoes, and went to the kitchen to cook. Several people asked her to take a break but they couldn't stop her.
After repeated practice, she became very good at making grilled crucian carp with green onions. She also made steamed pork with taro and bitter melon with almonds.
After finishing the meal, she went upstairs and saw the little girl unpacking her luggage and putting her clothes into the closet. She had very little luggage there, and she also noticed that after she came back, she had moved in several boxes that she had never seen before.
It turned out that the box was filled with the clothes she had left behind. He had taken her clothes with him, and if she didn't come back with him, he would leave them with her. Now that she wanted to come back, he would take them back as usual. He truly believed that there was a possibility that she wanted to leave him. Why would he think this way? Did he have no faith in her? She felt very sad at the thought.
Of course, she knew she was overly sensitive and that she was the one who left first. He had told her, both explicitly and implicitly, more than once during their time together that if she ever left him and found someone else, she must keep her eyes open, find a good person, and not be deceived. With his personality, he would never have tolerated the person he loved leaving him for someone else in the past, but things were different now. She knew he did this because he cared about her and didn't want the rest of her life to be ruined. But his words made her feel that her feelings for him weren't deep enough, far from the determination to endure the hardships of life. But did he have to be like those selfish and incompetent men who told women, "One day I'll do this and that, and you must hold me back?" If he really said that, she would look down on him.
Wang Jiazhi also felt very tired at this time. She struggled to finish feeding the baby, then fell asleep while hugging the child.
He came back around six o'clock and had originally said he would wait for them, but there was really no other way. He asked the little girl if she was angry, and she smiled and said she was not angry at all. She had even cooked dinner for him and was sleeping in her room.
He tiptoed through the door and found her in a purple nightgown, the child in a purple and pink dress, the older one cuddling the younger one in her arms, fast asleep, like something out of a fairy tale. He approached, but the child was already awake and quietly asleep. When he approached, she folded her hands, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. He reached for her hand, and the little one grasped his finger and gently rocked it.
It was unbelievable how such a little guy could exist. Ever since he was young, he'd always tried to win people over by talking about how he and someone were like family. Some of his words were polite, some were genuine.
The term "flesh and blood" refers to parents, children, brothers and sisters, and even children understand its meaning. He has only experienced the personal connection with his parents and siblings; he has never experienced the personal connection with his own children. Children, such small creatures, truly see a stark difference between what others have and what they themselves have.
Seeing her cuddling the child, sound asleep, as if she were cuddling a white stuffed toy. Because Wang Jiazhi had never been married and lacked the identity of a woman, she was still a little girl at heart. He still treated her like a little girl, and even the maids and servants around him saw her that way. Now that she had brought the child home, they were all a little bit incredulous.
He gently stroked her hair with his other hand, thinking that she had become even more beautiful after giving birth.
At this time, she also woke up, opened her eyes, still bleary-eyed, and saw him coming back. She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck. As expected, after giving birth, she was still as clingy as before, without changing at all.
After dinner and a bath, they played with the child for a while. She imitated her mother and massaged his head, saying, "Mom, it feels so good when you massage me like this."
After pressing for a while, she put the whole thing on. She felt that it was very comfortable to hug his back like this, and he also liked her sticking to him like this, it was very comfortable to press on his back, and the two soft lumps there were also sticking to him, which made it even more comfortable.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "If you knew, would you want this child?"
"Of course I will."
"Then why didn't you find someone to have a child with before?"
He just said: "Of course I want the one you gave birth to."
She was very happy when he said that.
But he seemed to sense something was wrong. Although she couldn't see his expression while lying there, she seemed to feel it too.
"I didn't believe what they said. I wanted to give birth to a child for you."
It’s not a guilty conscience. She believed in it a little in her previous life, but not in this life.
He didn't say anything else, but he was thinking in his heart what those women were saying about him behind his back.
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