Chapter 289
The next day he asked her if she wanted to meet the editor-in-chief, since it was a matter of etiquette. He actually wanted her to distract herself and get out and socialize.
She also wanted to go out for a change of mood, so the next day she packed up and was taken to visit the editor-in-chief's home.
The next day was especially cold, and Wang Jiazhi planned to wear the white coat that the little girl had taken to get ready. The little girl picked up the leopard print coat and said, "This one is great."
"How can you dress like this when you go out to meet scholars?"
"It's good. It's beautiful."
Wang Jiazhi had no choice but to wear leopard print to meet the editor-in-chief. Before that, the only intellectuals she had met who held high positions were principals and Chinese teachers. This editor-in-chief was unexpectedly young, about the same age as him, refined and refined, with black-framed glasses and a beard. She found it odd that a man who wasn't particularly old had a beard.
The man's wife brought snacks and tea herself. She looked no more than twenty years old.
After chatting about some things related to the article, the man said, "Originally, I was unyielding. I refused to publish Lan Jie even if she asked me to. But after reading it, I really admire her."
She laughed and said, "I didn't expect that either. I originally just wanted him to see if it could be published without embarrassing himself, but I didn't expect him to insist on doing this. It's really embarrassing."
"No, no, the industry response has been very good. I didn't expect you to be so young."
Then the man talked about his literary lawsuit with someone in another newspaper.
Wang Jiazhi said embarrassedly: "I don't want him to be like this either. He is too impulsive. Everyone has his own bottom line. Why force others to accept your opinion?" In fact, she was very happy in her heart.
"Sure enough. I said it was him, but he still refused to acknowledge it. He deliberately changed his real name to a pseudonym, fearing that others would not know. Once people knew it, he would deny it."
Wang Jiazhi felt like she was being too nice. It turned out he didn't want anyone to know, and she'd actually said it. What if he found out? She also knew he just wanted her to recognize him, so she had to change his real name to a pen name.
I originally thought he had connections with the newspaper, but later learned that the editor-in-chief was at odds with them, and he submitted the article anonymously. He hadn't written in years, so perhaps he wanted to see if his writing skills were still as strong as they once were. His writing is indeed sharp and vivid, with powerful ideas and powerful phrasing. He was also influenced by that person in his youth, and his writing style bears some resemblance to his.
When she left, the man personally walked her to the door. As they walked down the street, she realized that this might not be her legal wife, but a concubine. She was so stupid.
It was my first time going out after coming back, and I found that several stores had closed and were replaced by other businesses.
She thought, by the time she died, nothing would have changed. People would go about their lives as usual, the streets would be bustling with activity. The Yi family wives would continue playing mahjong, and he would continue his hurried work. Nothing would have changed. It would be the same with or without her. She would have no family, and no one would even come to look for her.
That's good, free from worries. Thinking of this, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
In fact, he thought the same way in his previous life. Seeing the wives living their lives as usual and no one even mentioned her, he felt very uncomfortable, as if this person had never existed and everything was just a dream.
But one time, after a long time, Mrs. Ma suddenly said, "We don't have any good glass stockings right now. When Mrs. Mai comes again, she can bring some."
Mrs. Yi said, "She probably won't come. The money she made from her own business isn't enough to cover her losses."
Although these words were commonplace, they stung him deeply. She was a bad mahjong player, but Mrs. Yi seemed to think she was worthless. This infuriated him. Furthermore, they had loved playing mahjong with her because she almost always lost money to them. He thought, everyone was the same: they exploited her, yet they also mistreat her, look down on her, and never say a good word about her.
Like most people, if you love someone very much, even if she has shortcomings, you can point them out yourself, but others cannot point them out.
The same was true for Wang Jiazhi. In her previous life, the later it got, the more annoyed she became when Old Wu and others said bad things about him. Even if what they said was right, she still hated them very much.
No matter how slow Kuang Yumin was, he could eventually notice her changes. Every time she said something bad about him, she would frown impatiently.
She was not in a hurry to go back and just wandered around. She was used to wearing this leopard print coat now, but it was a little too flashy.
She went shopping in a department store, looking at clothes and shoes, and ended up buying a few toys and clothes for her child. She was about to go get some cake and snacks, but just as she was about to go in, a car sped across the street and several people got out.
Someone was shouting madly and looked like he was about to rush towards her.
"You left your wife and children behind and didn't care about the house. You must come back with me and explain it clearly."
Wang Jiazhi thought about the book she'd read on her own, and there seemed to be a chapter about arresting people in a busy city, where a couple was having a disagreement, and the woman's family came to arrest the man and demand an explanation. It was exactly like what was happening now.
She took a quick look and went inside. Initially, she'd been fascinated by Kuang Yumin's shadow, but now she couldn't even recognize his shadow. Perhaps his voice had broken, and it wasn't the same as before, and his voice was no longer recognizable. He might not have recognized Wang Jiazhi's back, but he recognized the leopard print dress.
Wang Jiazhi went to the counter to choose a cake, and the waiter enthusiastically recommended the new chestnut black tea and lychee and bayberry cakes.
She discovered she had eaten all of these before she gave birth. She had also eaten all the cakes from the counter. Sure enough, he had been following her and knew she loved this particular shop's pastries. The aunt's son would bring her cakes over and over again.
The waiter especially recommended the lychee and bayberry dish.
She laughed and said, "I've eaten it before. It was made from a can and it wasn't very tasty."
She still chose her favorite hazelnut almond chocolate flavored cake and paired it with black coffee.
Looking at the dim sum in the display case, it seems like I’ve eaten them all there.
She sat down and looked outside, but the car had already left.
During her pregnancy, she had lived in isolation, but she had become famous here for her writing and was now the most sought-after author. Her small circle was in an uproar.
Although she changed her pen name, she was incredibly famous in school. Her work in the school magazine was widely circulated. Those in her inner circle even read her work to find excuses to criticize her. It was immediately clear that the article was hers. Her illustrations were also in the same style as in the school magazine. Furthermore, the magazine had a deep connection with her. Even the dumbest of them would have known it was her.
Whether in the past life or this life, even Kuang Yumin felt that no matter how good she was, she was still a child born without support, and her personality was honest. They should bully her. She deserved to be worse off than them. But since she was tortured by Kuang Yumin for killing someone and never saw the light of day, while Wang Jiazhi escaped. In their past lives, they would not have thought that Wang Jiazhi had no relatives, was starving and cold, and could be killed by a bomb at any time. And the worst thing was that she was in agony because of that filthy experience. They just wondered why she was free. She had parents who loved her and had a bright future, so why could she only be a rat in the gutter? Because she was too stupid, and after three years, she was still a scrap. Even if it wasn't for turning things around, they had to drag Wang Jiazhi down with them so that no one would have a good time. Especially Lai Xiujing, who was stupid and lazy at work on weekdays, but when he thought about continuing to abuse her, he stopped being lazy and became smart. He would block her at the cinema every day, worried that she would be late. He would stand from five o'clock to ten o'clock, five hours at a time, and his legs would become weak, but he would not give up.
Later, when they heard Kuang Yumin say that she had achieved amazing results, they didn't care that the higher her results were, the more she would be abused by the big devil. They just felt unfair and knew how much worse they were than Wang Jiazhi. They wanted her to have results, but they were also jealous of her results and hated her in their hearts.
They felt that Wang Jiazhi had never been treated badly in her life, that she had suffered less than them. Her luxurious life was already driving them crazy, and now she had become a star writer thanks to someone behind her. They were all living a life worse than death.
After noon, she got up and went back to feed the baby. Although there was some milk in the refrigerator and the nanny could feed it, she still wanted to feed it herself and give the kitten fresh milk.
After feeding and coaxing the baby to sleep, the little girl was rummaging through her morning clothes. She remembered to tidy up her closet and was surprised to find a piece of ivory-white fabric covered in white butterflies with black veins on their wings. There was also a similar butterfly hairpin.
She couldn't believe it, the fabric was exactly the same as the one he gave her when he came back from a business trip in her dream.
For some things, we are not afraid of being obsessed with them, but we are afraid of awakening after comparison.
So what if Kuang Yumin had loved her in a past life, and so what if he had exploited her, abused her, and ruined her to such an extent? He had only said "thank you" on the tram, and then a perfunctory "it's my fault." It was like that kind of impatient, yet stilted, argument after a quarrel: "It's all my fault, okay?" And yet, Kuang Yumin still insisted, with a piercing, "Now you know how childish we were." Kuang Yumin never failed to emphasize the word "we." He wanted her to understand that she was part of the problem, that her problems were her own doing, and that he couldn't be blamed. He wanted her to hate herself even more.
When they were the same age, Lao Yi would give her cloth and hairpins when he was young, but he didn't ask for money. If he saw a beautiful flower on the tree, he would pick it and give it to her. When he was on a business trip and saw the peony flowers with a very short flowering period, he would specially pick a bud that was about to bloom, put it in a vase, and take the train to bring it back to her. Even if these were just unrealistic fantasies she dreamed of. But now, knowing that she liked flowers, he would also give her beautiful flowers. This time when she went home, the flower with big fuzzy leaves was placed in her study. It's not that he deliberately celebrated any special occasions, he never celebrated those holidays. When he saw that she didn't have a diamond ring and the wives of officials looked down on her, he would secretly give her one that was bigger than theirs.
Kuang Yumin wanted to use the "honey trap" to sacrifice her, but he was unwilling to pay any price. She was dressed so poorly, and the clothes worn by several boys were more fashionable and beautiful than hers. After Kuang Yumin went to Hong Kong, in the shopper's paradise, he saw him buying one or two new clothes, and he also liked to treat the boys to dinner. Whether before or after he sacrificed her for his grand plan, he never gave her anything except asking her out for porridge, not even a glass of juice or a piece of cake, not even a word of comfort.
Zhou Minlin was just a good friend. At that time, seeing that she was having a hard time, he was afraid of hurting her self-esteem, so he said that she bought too much and couldn't finish it, and gave her cakes and fruits, two portions each time, one for each of her and Xiaoshuang.
Although she had a perfect fantasy about love, it was only in her mind; she had no idea what it would be like in reality. She had always seen her father treat her mother the same way, so even when Kuang Yumin treated her badly, she foolishly didn't see anything wrong. Even after suffering such a huge loss, she was still a bit stubborn. It was only later, as she began to notice more and more details, that she suddenly realized how foolish she had been.
You have to pay for fishing with bait. I was sold out and I have to help others count the money. How can I be so stupid?
Wang Jiazhi was very depressed.
Seeing her staring at the fabric for a long time, the little girl smiled and said, "It must have been brought back by the master. It suits you very well."
"When did she see such material?"
The little girl hesitated to speak. Wang Jiazhi knew that the ladies were at home looking at materials and jewelry, and he had just come back and bumped into them, so he thought it was a good idea to ask them to buy something for him later. He also knew that Mrs. Yi only went to the same few stores to choose her things.
The little girl said, "And some jewelry."
"Um?"
She hadn't even had time to look at her jewelry box when she returned, but she saw several more pieces. She was already gone, and he was still buying things. What if she never came back?
Just as she was about to feel even more moved, the little girl said, "These were all given by others. They gave a gift to the eldest lady over there, and they also want to give one to you. Now everyone knows that the master has someone he loves most."
So that's how it is. Wang Jiazhi herself felt that he would not be so pretentious and unrealistic.
In fact, she had thought that if that terrible thing hadn't happened, and she had really been dating Kuang Yumin, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand his self-righteous male chauvinism. He was also very pretentious. When you are attracted to someone, you are always blinded. She felt that she would probably break up. If she didn't wake up and really got married and lived her mother's life, she felt that she was definitely not that stupid and would definitely regret it. In the end, it would be a mess. She felt that her mother was also blinded at the beginning, but eventually she saw her father's true character. But was she still going to get divorced? Would she have to live like that for the rest of her life?
Lao Yi told her about a novel she'd read, about a man who ate the soft, delicious center of a loaf of bread, leaving only the hard outer shell for the girl. He called himself selfish, yet couldn't help but nibble away at the outer shell. This kind of man knows he's treating his girlfriend badly; he's not a human being; he's just blatantly selfish.
Wang Jiazhi's personality is such that if she truly loves him, she would rather starve to death than let him eat her. But if he wants to starve her to death, ignores her from the beginning, and eats her himself, she believes that kind of man, she would not be foolish enough to continue loving him.
But she felt that Meng Shunying might be able to do so. Even if she became a ghost, she would still be foolish and infatuated. She felt that she had more reason to be proud than Meng Shunying in this regard.
When he came back in the evening, he gave him a navy blue woolen sweater with white edges, which she had knitted when she was pregnant. He saw that his daughter had been wearing the same style sweater for a few days.
She said, "I knitted her one with the remaining yarn."
Old Yi was deeply moved. It was obvious that she also wanted to be with him. She even knitted him a sweater when she was pregnant. However, there were too many sweaters and he felt that he would never be able to wear them all while he was alive. He felt very sad.
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