Chapter 301
Once in a previous life, they'd played so hard that they'd forgotten everything else. They'd bit each other's lips, then greedily sucked the sweet, fishy blood. And it wasn't just lips. Afterward, he stroked her body and smiled, "Like a little kitten."
Only then did she notice the pink marks all over his body. He seemed to have deliberately made each mark rounder, and his very white body was covered with them, making him look a bit like a calico cat. Back in college, she saw a New Year's card in a store. It showed a little white cat with pink patterns on its body and a pink bow on its head. It suddenly brought back memories of that time.
"You're annoying!"
She knew he did it on purpose, so she pounced on him, determined to turn him into a tabby cat too.
She could powder her arms and neck, and bright red lipstick on her lips, so it wouldn't look bad unless you looked closely. But she liked to use cheap lipstick, and it faded, and when she touched it up, it faded again. Then her lips got swollen, and when she played mahjong with them all night, she just wiped it off. After all, autumn heat is so intense, so a chapped lip wasn't a big deal.
He often asked her out as usual, but he would not come home for several days. She also felt that he would not come back in the next few days.
It was almost twelve o'clock when he came back and even showed up on purpose.
Wang Jiazhi was so ashamed that she wanted to die. He couldn't wear lipstick, and his lips were about to be ripped apart by himself. He had the audacity to come back instead of hiding for a few days.
On the surface, everyone seemed calm and normal, but she knew they were all thinking the same thing. She hated herself for not being able to hold out all day and wipe off her lipstick at this moment. But it was almost midnight, and who would have thought he'd come back and hang around again? This guy appeared quiet and stern, but underneath, he wasn't being honest at all, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know. She even suspected he could have stayed home and gone straight to bed, but he had to come so late, hanging around.
She was just guessing, because she didn't know what the situation was like before she came. The others knew that he rarely showed up at the card table before he came back, but since Wang Jiazhi came, he never failed to come and say hello and hang out.
Wang Jiazhi always felt that she was not good enough. She could be a plaything, but she was not worthy of him in terms of real feelings. But he was always very proud and never thought that he would have such a girl in his life. He had never been like this before. Any mistress who dared to tease him like this must have lived enough. He would also feel very ashamed, deeply afraid that others would find out that he had played with his daughter too much. Of course, no woman had ever dared to do this to him, and he would not allow them to do so. But people in love always forget themselves a little, and he was afraid of showing off without others knowing. And there was another reason, that is, he especially liked to see her shy, flustered, and at a loss, like a shy and helpless kitten with its fur standing on end.
During those three years in Hong Kong, he wasn't around, and she had almost no desire. But after all, she had experienced such an intimate relationship with him and conceived his child. Sometimes, when she got a bruise or a mosquito bite that left a bloody mark, she would vaguely recall those moments, and her face would heat up.
It was generally accepted that liking someone was the most irrational thing. Just as, in the eyes of those wives, his obsession with Wang Jiazhi was an irrational, possessed state.
Actually, this theory is only half right. Truly loving someone is not without reason, but it's not without some truth. When one is truly devoted to someone, they will always list numerous reasons, such as their cold and poignant beauty, their dignified elegance, their unruly dominance, their gentleness and thoughtfulness, and so on. If someone says they're not good enough, they'll think they're blind.
She had time to write many articles in her life. Every time she heard someone praise her writing skills, she felt very proud and happy. If someone criticized her, she would have the urge to argue with that person.
Wang Jiazhi could certainly list many more of his good qualities, but she mostly displayed the unreasonable aspects. Even if reality presented her with someone who could offer more good things than he did, she would remain unmoved. It wasn't because she had a preconceived notion about him; she simply didn't feel anything for him.
Although Mrs. Yi was afraid of Old Yi, she had to save face as the queen in front of such a group of female relatives, especially two concubines among them.
She said to Wang Jiazhi, "Your ring is nice. It's five carats, right?"
Wang Jiazhi said honestly, "Six carats."
Mrs. Yi laughed and said, "In the past, I always saw you wearing jade or crystal. I thought you didn't like diamonds." After saying that, she glanced at him.
Wang Jiazhi felt very bad for Mrs. Yi, but she could only tell the truth: "I also said I wouldn't wear it, but everyone else had it, and she insisted on buying me one. I had no idea, and since I bought it, it would be a waste of money if I didn't wear it."
Her naive words left the other two speechless. Even Ms. Qiao understood that the ring must have been given by Old Yi. Mrs. Ma had already given up on the idea, but she was much prettier and more prestigious than Wang Jiazhi. She had doted on her so much back then, but it was only a three-carat white diamond. Why would she give her a priceless pigeon egg? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she felt like killing someone.
Wang Jiazhi had been playing mahjong with them for quite a while. It had been so long since she'd played, and she was a little tired. She leaned against him out of habit. Just as she was about to get close, she pretended to reach for her teacup, then quickly sat up straight. It had been so long since she'd been here, and she'd gotten so used to being clingy at home that she almost embarrassed herself.
She took a sip of tea and then pretended to look down at the cards. He looked at her and thought she looked so cute. He turned around and walked away without saying a word.
Although Mrs. Yi and the others were still snarky, they didn't dare to go too far. After all, he hadn't been home for many days, and he showed up today, clearly to support Wang Jiazhi and stop them from being mean to her.
It was around six o'clock when I heard the phone ring. After a while, my mother came in and Mrs. Yi asked, "Who's calling?"
Grandma smiled and said, "Mrs. Xiao called home and said Mrs. Liao wanted to see her but couldn't find her. She asked if she was at our house. I replied that she wasn't there."
Mrs. Yi said "Oh" and stopped asking.
Grandma went out and came back in to refill the tea. She said to Wang Jiazhi, "Mrs. Mai is sweating profusely. Would you like a towel?"
Wang Jiazhi then remembered and said with a smile, "I'll go out and wipe it off."
Then she made an excuse to go out. My mother stood there for a while and followed her out.
After playing mahjong all night, Wang Jiazhi arrived home around six. She was so exhausted she felt dizzy and stumbled. She went into the house, collapsed on the bed, and began whimpering, unable to get up. The child was still asleep in the crib. She wanted to check on him, but she had no energy and was about to fall asleep.
He laughed beside him and said, "You're back at this time."
"So tired."
He got up and asked her to change her clothes before going to sleep, but she whined and refused to get up or move.
"I'm so tired, I don't want to change clothes."
"I'm really exhausted."
He took off her shoes, and then wanted to take off her clothes and socks. She moaned and couldn't move.
"Be good and take off your clothes before going to bed."
Finally, she was changed, her hair combed, and her face wiped. Now she could sleep soundly. Suddenly, she felt strong again and clung to him like a koala. She put one hand into his furry pants and soon fell asleep.
She loved furry things the most and had no resistance to any furry mammals. He had never thought that he would have anything to do with furry things, but she was really crazy about his furry pants.
Wang Jiazhi's life was very different from her previous one. Back then, their time together was limited, and she was tormented by various thoughts and emotions. She rarely acted like a spoiled child, but because she knew her time was running out, these were the last days before the end of the world, she always wanted to do the most for him. In those final days, she tried even harder to protect him, even with a touch of maternal love in her. As long as it made him happy, she would do anything. She truly risked her life to bloom, and even when it bloomed to its most beautiful peak, that terrifying beauty that would eventually turn into a reverse, would wither and wither in a moment, leaving the ground covered in petals. She tore her heart into pieces and gave them to him, burning her body to ashes and scattering them over to him, a true candle burning to ashes.
This life was different from the very beginning. To make up for past regrets, she finally made up her mind about things she had struggled with and tormented herself with, and she relaxed and started to act coquettishly. Especially after giving birth, she became even more clingy, even more clingy than the child.
Around nine o'clock, he was about to get up and leave, but no matter how quietly he moved, she still woke up. She was clingy and touching him all over, and her pajamas were already in a mess. After a long time of coaxing her, he finally got her to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already afternoon. Staying up all night had really taken its toll on her. Writing was fine, but playing mahjong was a real struggle. She picked up the child, fed her, and coaxed her into playing. The kitten finished its feeding and dove into her arms, acting like a spoiled child. She still loved her daughter, this soft, white, and milky kitten. She kissed the child's face profusely.
Yesterday, the other ladies were watching with eager eyes. Mrs. Liang was an outsider, so what did she have to do with it? And that Ms. Qiao actually joined forces with Mrs. Yi and the others to fight against the enemy. What did she have to do with it? She was the one with the least right to do so. Mrs. Liang was Mrs. Yi's best friend, and Mrs. Ma had a good relationship with him, after all. She was just Ms. Qiao, so what did she have to do with it?
To deflect the conflict, Wang Jiazhi won several rounds in a row. The wives lost, and their focus shifted to winnings and losses. Unwilling to accept the loss, they yearned for a comeback, playing until dawn. She got up and counted her winnings, imagining the wives' faces after their losses. Watching this familiar scene from the perspective of a bystander, she felt incredibly happy. In the afternoon, she added some more money and used her winnings to buy imported fabric to make him some clothes. Taking from the people and giving back to the people is the way it should be.
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