Chapter 286
At night, he was even more violent and aggressive with her than usual. He knew she enjoyed this almost brutal way of relaxing. It was like being incredibly tired, and though the hot bath water hurt, it was more comfortable and relaxing afterwards.
He saw that those clothes seemed to have caused her sadness, so he should not have given them back to her. He was also worried that there might be something precious to her in them.
He knew she was deeply hurt by her past, and had often wanted to confide in him. But she wouldn't say it, and he wouldn't ask. They were colleagues, and he had anticipated what she'd been through. How could he not be indignant and heartbroken? But he knew her character. If she told him, no matter what he did, she'd always suspect he disliked her. So if she felt it was best not to speak, then so be it. But he didn't know the mental torture she endured was beyond his imagination.
Wang Jiazhi nestled in his arms, one foot stroking her beloved woolen pants. She felt a light, intoxicated feeling, drifting in the night breeze.
There's a saying that women are like a can of peanuts; you want to eat them when they're around. As a woman, Wang Jiazhi felt this way. She was very calm when he wasn't around, even when she thought about the past. She'd been able to remain calm during the years they'd been apart. But when he was around, she became like this.
Eating peanuts and drinking wine made me feel even more intoxicated. The room was now filled with the faint smell of white peach wine.
To help relieve stress, he offered her a glass of wine. Wang Jiazhi's alcohol tolerance wasn't great; even a little would make her feel dizzy. That time, she was drunk and febrile, and the two of them clung to each other, wrapped in the quilt, like a butterfly chrysalis. Neither of them could control themselves, and they kept doing it, almost killing him in the end... Later, he liked to ask her to drink when he felt like that; she was even more alluring when drunk. But she couldn't drink too much; when she got drunk, she could be frighteningly passionate.
She gradually came out of the afterglow, moaned, and pressed her whole body against his chest. People said that she seemed more beautiful since giving birth.
"I'm going to be suffocated here."
"You're annoying."
They all remembered the story, and her breasts were now so plump and scary.
He stroked her hair and back and asked, "Have you grown taller?"
"Um?"
She was at the end of her developmental stage, so it wasn't surprising that she was growing taller. Previously, due to malnutrition, her periods had stopped, and she couldn't grow even if she could. Because of wearing high heels, subtle changes in a girl's height usually go unnoticed. She herself didn't really feel it, just that she seemed to have grown a little taller, but she wasn't sure. He was the one who knew her body best; he had already noticed her legs had grown longer last night.
"Really?" She stood up and looked at her legs, but couldn't see anything. She didn't like them to grow any longer, she was just dumbfounded.
She put her legs together with his legs, and sure enough, her feet, which had just reached his ankles before, now were a little above them. She had grown about two centimeters taller without realizing it.
Her legs were smooth and white, and his were furry pants, which felt really comfortable to rub against each other.
Initially, she envisioned her future partner being about a head taller than herself. He wasn't actually short for a man, just barely above the standard, yet people with ulterior motives always slandered him for being short. Old Wu, though only slightly taller, also spoke of him as if he were a giant. She was too tall, and he was actually a bit taller than her. This wasn't a defensive move on her part; they often measured their heights together, so she knew it. Even in heels, they felt about the same. This shift in her mindset, and from then on, she always viewed tall men as pillars.
She felt that if she continued to grow uncontrollably and started to be taller than him, it would be awkward. He didn't mind at all and really liked her tall, white and thin figure. Of course, she knew he didn't mind. With his current power, any woman could be his.
Wang Jiazhi recalled a story from her childhood about a man her grandmother had mentioned. The man wasn't even as tall as the average girl, and he wasn't very useful, but his family was well-off, so they used their money to buy him a wife. When choosing a bride, he deliberately avoided anyone taller than him, and he would say harsh things. If a woman was taller than his son, he would say she looked stupid and foolish. Everyone who knew about the situation said his family was being unreasonable and mean. But when they saw a man who was too short, they couldn't stand it. People told them that if their wife was like that, what would become of their child? Later, he found a woman who was about the same height as his son. His family owned a shop in the city, and many women around him wore high heels. At first, he only forbade women to wear high heels when he was with him, but then he became so perverse that he would not allow women to wear high heels, whether they were with him or not. If they did, he would beat them, and he threw away all his previous shoes.
In high school, some boys weren't as tall as her. She was only slightly shorter, not considered short for a boy. A girl once told her that some boys called her "big and stupid," and that even though she looked okay, it would be hard for her to find a husband in the future because they might dislike her. Ugh! Men's pathetic pride.
He stroked her hair, this little one, she was still growing, but she had already given birth to a child. It was like an older child giving birth to a younger child.
She had clearly recovered from the day's emotions, but he remembered her melancholy and sorrowful expression. Who could be so heartless as to have the heart to hurt such a lovable little girl? She deserved a horrible death. Besides, her personality made her ill-suited to being a spy. Why had they chosen her?
She stroked and rubbed his woolen trousers for a while, and suddenly remembered something. She bent over naked to take a photo album from the box beside the bed.
He saw that she was white, like a little white cat picking out dried fish, so he leaned over and hugged her.
She took out a photo album and pointed to a photo of her, Jin Qiaochu and Meng Shunying going on stage to receive an award.
"Do you recognize this person?" She pointed at Meng Shunying.
"How could I recognize your classmates?"
"No, look again. Don't lie to me. Have you seen her or not? Could it be that she seduced you too, and you just don't want to tell me?"
"I'm not lying to you, I really don't."
Wang Jiazhi didn't know if he was afraid she would get jealous and refused to tell her, or if he really didn't know her. If Meng Shunying wasn't killed by him, then how did she die?
They should have contacted Old Wu long ago, and they could seduce him. Wouldn't it be even more possible if Meng Shunying is so beautiful and knows about high society?
People naturally want to believe what they want to believe, and Wang Jiazhi was already 80% convinced what he said was true. Well, if it wasn't his business, then it certainly wasn't hers. Why would Meng Shunying transform into a demon and come after her? If Lao Yi had killed her, she wouldn't have been able to seek revenge on him, so she wouldn't blame her for coming after him. But this was outrageous. Her original sympathy for her was now almost gone.
As expected, kind people are bullied, even ghosts bully her.
Go find whoever killed you. You think you are easy to bully, so you pick on yourself. You bully the weak and fear the strong. What a pity!
Wang Jiazhi was right. Meng Shunying's ghost didn't dare seek out Lao Yi, and there was no need for her to do so, since he had nothing to do with her death. But she was a bully, and seeing Wang Jiazhi happily shopping, she naturally felt uneasy and wanted to haunt her. Ghosts also bully people based on their personal preferences.
She pointed at Jin Qiaochu and Meng Shunying and said, "Look, these two are the most beautiful in our class."
"oh?"
"What's wrong?"
"Not bad." Then he said very sincerely: "I think they are not as pretty as you."
"How could that be? People say I look so shabby in front of them, like a fire-making maid." Wang Jiazhi was speaking the truth. She felt that he was certainly coaxing her. She was indeed not as bright and noble as them.
He said, "You can tell at first glance that she's a young lady from a high-class family. I've never really liked people like that."
"Why?"
"No reason, I just don't like this type."
He came from a relatively humble background, and it wasn't because of his own humble origins that he harbored hatred for those from higher-class families. Rather, he felt that even if this young lady wasn't being deliberate, there was a certain inherent affectation in her. Furthermore, since his youth, he had believed that overly delicate features in girls were dull, depriving them of the space for their true spirit to develop, and making them appear lacking in spirit.
It would have been better if Old Wu had really asked Meng Shunying to come, because she was not his type at all, and he could have killed her directly, saving her from so much suffering later. Then there were three predecessors before Wang Jiazhi.
Of course, this is also because human nature is hard to change. Even if you move up in social class, many of the ideas you have already formed cannot be changed. Most people with this kind of background either extremely admire the upper class or, like him, feel alienated from them.
Wang Jiazhi was often laughed at by the wives of officials because she didn't know how to sober up, didn't know how to wipe off lipstick marks, had never eaten at high-end restaurants, didn't have expensive jewelry, etc. However, Lao Yi didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, he liked her like this.
Those women were either born into families inferior to hers, and were the wives who were honored by their husbands, or they were born into wealthy families and didn't know the hardships of life. They were all a bunch of parasites, so what right did they have to laugh at her? Besides, after all, she was also doing a job that was risking her life, even if she was too amateurish as a spy.
“This one looks like a little rabbit.”
"That's my good friend. She got married a long time ago." Wang Jiazhi said.
"I was just saying it casually, what are you thinking about?"
Wang Jiazhi roughly determined his taste type.
"Who is this?"
Seeing that it was Zhou Minlin, she said, "The president of the student union."
"oh?"
"They are already married and have grown up children."
Wang Jiazhi was surprised. Why did he seem jealous of Zhou Minlin? Didn't Zhou Minlin say that he was the one who let him go? But she also knew that such secret operations were always communicated by one person, and he might not have seen who it was.
She closed the album and put it back as usual. Then she thought, these things have always been in his hands, so of course he has seen them before, why should she be so panicked?
By then, the alcohol had worn off. She drank another glass of wine from the bedside table, feeling lightheaded and clinging to him, acting coquettishly again. Eating peanuts with the wine was even more enjoyable. It seemed inevitable that she would act crazy again today. Every time she acted crazy, he felt a little overwhelmed.
Wang Jiazhi felt that the saying, "There are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no land that is plowed to death," was not entirely true, but it did have some truth to it.
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