Chapter 353
The next day he went out and did not come back for a whole day and a whole night. On the third day she woke up in the morning and her mother came in and said, "Master said you should not go out for the next few days."
"What's wrong?"
Wang Jiazhi then realized that something major had happened in the second half of the night, and it was now a huge uproar. Several people had died, two of them close associates of his. He didn't know how others had known about it, but they would go there to gamble, and several people would be shot dead before they knew it.
She was terrified. Now she was going to be upset. He hadn't come back that day again. As she cuddled her child to sleep at night, Wang Jiazhi wondered how he'd managed to kill so many people. While their positions weren't high, they were at least Secretary Zhang's level. Anyone born with the talent for assassination naturally had to go through a process of growth from infancy to maturity. Old Yi, when he started out in this business as a young man, certainly had to learn and accumulate experience on his own, yet he survived and rose to a high position. Thinking about all the foolish and evil things Kuang Yumin had done, he wasn't cut out for great things. She was also stupid.
On the fourth day, he still hadn't come back. She didn't dare to call him, so she held the child in her arms and watched from the window. Around seven o'clock, she saw him coming back from the window, and the kitten cried out, "Ah!"
The servants were all trembling with fear. Although he never lost his temper, at most he would look a little unhappy. This wasn't the first time such a thing had happened. He remained calm. He returned, changed his clothes, and took the children to play. He had just seen their shadows in the window of the car, and he felt much better.
She was wearing white cotton pajamas. She hugged him from behind and said, "Want to eat? I made some spinach-filled wontons."
"OK."
He went into the bathroom to take a shower, cleaned up, and went downstairs to eat. She was still as big as a koala, clinging to his back.
"When you eat this in the past, do you add chili oil and lots of vinegar, without any soy sauce at all?"
"When I was young, how would you know?"
"I dreamed it."
He smiled slightly.
Now his taste is very bland, without any seasoning.
They went to bed early today, lights out before ten o'clock. She never asked about his affairs, because she wouldn't understand even if she told him, and asking him would only make him upset.
"It's nothing, just don't go out these few days, just to be safe."
"good."
It seems that he hasn't slept much in the past two days, and his dark circles are a little heavier.
She ruffled his hair, and there was a faint scent of gardenia, and a light scent of jasmine on her body.
"You took a shower over there."
"Um."
"Have you changed your shampoo?"
"How do you know? Can you smell it?"
"Um."
Sometimes when he is too tired, he will take a shower over there to refresh himself, but he still has to take a shower when he gets home, especially now that he has a child, he thinks he can wash off some of the things over there.
He ran out of shampoo today, and the kind he usually uses happened to be sold out, so he bought this gardenia-scented shampoo instead. He usually uses the unscented kind. Although this one has a very light scent, he still feels uncomfortable.
"That's great."
"What's so good about that? The man smells like flowers."
"That's great. Many men in ancient times used spices."
"Those are people like Song Yu and Xun Yu. I'm just a vulgar person, so why would I try to imitate them? I'm just a fool trying to imitate them."
"I just like it. It smells really good. You usually smell like jasmine too."
"Those are the flowers I grow in the house. I also grew one when I was young, and people used to say I smelled like flowers and that I was being pretentious."
"Um?"
Wang Jiazhi remembered the dream she had.
"Is it the one with the surname You?"
"Huh? How do you know his family name?"
Old Wu hasn't told his subordinates his real name for many years, but he thought it wouldn't be surprising that Wang Jiazhi might know it since she had worked under him.
Lao Yi thought of it and took this opportunity to release Lao Wu. He felt happy when he thought about what Lao Wu was going to face. How could he be so bad?
Wang Jiazhi buried her head in his hair, trying to catch the faint scent of the gardenias. She was completely addicted to the scent, but she really couldn't keep smelling it, as the consequences would be dire.
It was like this in my previous life, and it was the same then. He hadn't come back for a whole day and night. It had rained the night before, and in the morning, my mother brought the big white bear from the yard in. Mrs. Yi was surprised when she saw it and said, "Why did you bring it in? It's dirty on the carpet."
Grandma said it seemed to have caught a cold, so she took it to the back and tied it back up as soon as it recovered. Mrs. Yi still liked to play with the big dog, but she was also afraid that it would get into the house and make it dirty.
Mrs. Yi went back into the house. She went over to play with it. It was huge, standing as tall as a man, and stretched out its two front paws to tickle her.
At this time, he also came back and went over to act cute as soon as he entered the door. My mother hurried over to pull him away and said, "Your paws are dirty and wet, and you've stained my clothes!"
He smiled and reached out to touch the big furry creature's head. It stretched its head out stupidly, and then he looked at her with a smile again.
She gave him a look that meant: I'm not like it.
They were very close at the time, and she could smell the faint scent of gardenia and jasmine on him. For a moment, she was completely intoxicated.
He must have showered and returned, wearing a freshly washed Mao suit. His hair was meticulously combed and freshly oiled. It looked like he hadn't slept all day and night, so he showered and cleaned up before returning.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, she was just feeling irritable. She returned to the house, already tidied, and lay back down on the bed, tossing and turning, messing up her combed hair again. What should she do? Mrs. Yi would probably ask someone to play cards again soon, and it would be difficult for her to get out. Should she tell him that she was going out and not to take her with her? But even if she didn't play cards, he might not go out today. In fact, she had agreed in advance that she wouldn't play cards, so she didn't play anymore, but now she was upset and felt guilty, and such a simple decision was so difficult to make.
Wang Jiazhi felt that she could not wait any longer, so she went downstairs to tell her mother that Mrs. Yi came out and told her that she was going out in the afternoon and would not play cards. After that, she went upstairs to lie down.
At ten o'clock the ladies began to play cards. He went over and was very surprised to see that she was not there.
She was already dressed, quietly waiting at the stairwell. Seeing him emerge from the living room, she timed her journey downstairs to meet him. He saw her about to leave, and as she passed by, she slipped a small note into his pocket. She gave him a pleading look, then hurried downstairs. Her expression was incredibly sad and pitiful, like a adorable kitten. He panicked, too. This was the first time she'd written him a note, and he thought something terrible had happened. Returning to his study, he opened the note, which read: "I want to go out."
Um?
He happened to have nothing to do that afternoon, and originally wanted to take her out. When they got there, he pounced on her, kissing and touching her all over her like a clingy cat.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know either, it's just..."
She was like a kitten, unable to control herself from hugging him, kissing and licking him. She seemed to have taken some medicine that day, and was completely out of control, like a cat smelling catnip.
After finishing, he smiled and said, "Isn't that enough?"
"Hateful!" Even her ears turned red.
"Why is this happening?"
"I don't know." She buried her head in his arms, thinking that he must have changed to a new shampoo. Her hair had no smell before, but when she smelled this gardenia-scented shampoo, she felt like she was drugged.
That time, he couldn't buy his usual shampoo, so his subordinates gave him this one temporarily.
When I smelled this familiar scent again today, she was like she smelled catnip, and was overly enthusiastic and clingy.
Finally, they were both exhausted from all the noise and could no longer move, and he fell asleep in her arms.
In his dream, he was resting his head on a little white cat. When he woke up the next day, she was still asleep. A beautiful, white, tender little white cat. He thought it was probably because he had her as his pillow the previous day that he had that dream. But why did this dream feel so familiar, like it really happened?
In a previous life, they once met at that place to discuss something. After the discussion, they invited someone to come and have some fun. The proprietress smiled at him and said, "How come you haven't seen that girl before?"
She had been dead for over a year by then.
He looked at the proprietress with disappointment and said nothing.
She thought they had broken up, and laughed as she talked about the time when the drunk Japanese officer pulled her arm, and she pushed him to the ground and glared at him angrily.
He said with some admiration: "She is really brave."
He smiled with a sense of melancholy and pride, remembering that when he asked her to come here, he had no idea about this matter.
He knew she had always been a person of great integrity and conscience. She hated the invaders and the traitors. She was not afraid of them, not even of death. She only made an exception for him.
Wang Jiazhi was very good, but she only saw six or seven points of her goodness in front of others, and only one or two points in front of him. However, due to her strong inferiority complex, sometimes she not only failed to see her own goodness, but even felt that she was unbearable.
He thought she was gone, only he remembered her. The wives never mentioned her again. But those around him who had seen her always remembered her. Secretary Zhang still remembered her face and expression in the devil's den until his death. The driver and bodyguard later said that this one was indeed better than the previous ones, but it was a pity that she died too soon.
Later, he visited her hometown, intending to pay respects at her mother's grave. Her family's ancestral grave was very remote, so he asked a passerby on the way. He doubted he could get the answer. Her family knew only her name, but she had always lived in the city, so the people there probably didn't know who she was. When he mentioned her name, the other person was genuinely confused.
He added, "She is the eldest daughter in the family and has a younger brother. Her mother has passed away and her father went abroad nine years ago. She is very beautiful and can paint."
The man thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "I see. That's the daughter of the Wang family down south. She came back once with her parents when she was little. I saw her when she was eight or nine. She was very pretty and very skillful. She could tear out window paper-cuts with her bare hands without scissors. She was very quiet and sensible."
Wang Jiazhi had always wanted to leave something behind in the world, but she felt she had nothing to offer. Little did she know that many people remembered her, though not as deeply as he did, but she would always leave a lasting impression on those who came into contact with her.
Her inherent drive for perfection led her to suffer a terrible blow, leading to low self-esteem, a feeling exacerbated by her encounter with him. Unfortunately, she initially encountered a group of scum who didn't appreciate her, superficially perceiving her beauty and vulnerability. When she finally found someone who appreciated her, she didn't acknowledge her own strengths, believing that the good others saw in her was merely a mirage.
The man was very enthusiastic and took him for a walk. On the way, he asked, "That grave has been abandoned for many years. Are you a relative of their family?"
"Oh, yes."
The woman talked to him about her family's old times, and he felt that she probably didn't even know about these things herself.
Her mother's grave hadn't been visited for nearly ten years, and no one had come since she was buried. The weeds had almost completely obscured the tombstone. He parted the grass in front of it and saw the name of the man who had erected it was Wang. It must be her father, and the birth and death years matched, so he hadn't made a mistake.
He cleaned up Wang Jiazhi's grave, pulling out the weeds and wiping the tombstone. He buried the box containing her hair and peony petals beneath the tombstone and placed the kapok flowers he had picked up on the road where she and her mother had viewed the flowers in front of the tombstone.
At that moment, he vaguely recalled many years ago. Thinking carefully, it was when he was 30 years old and passed by Guangzhou. It happened to be the time for admiring kapok flowers. It was also on that road that a beautiful little girl in red clothes and long hair asked him to help pick a kapok flower. She was also admiring the flowers with her mother.
After the little girl left, the people who were traveling with her joked, "You're already thirty years old, and the little girl still calls you brother. You should call her uncle now."
He laughed and said, "I'm thirty years old now, so can't anyone call me brother?"
Thinking of Wang Jiazhi then, I saw her mother's grave before me again. Her mother, like herself, was alone, without any relatives to visit. He had buried her hair there, as a daughter's way of accompanying her mother. He stood there feeling guilty and remorseful. He had killed her daughter, and yet he hadn't asked her to be there for her.
It was also a coincidence that in the previous life, the boss lady mentioned that when she went back, it started to rain on the road. When the car passed a place, he saw a dying little white cat under the street light, and its pair of pitiful eyes happened to look into his.
The cat went home that night, looking sick and groggy. It curled up in his arms, its tail wrapped around his wrist, and fell asleep. He later raised it, and it grew incredibly fast, becoming a large, beautiful white cat. But it was incredibly clingy, always rubbing against him and meowing. Especially when he changed his shampoo, it would become even more eager and clingy. He loved to sleep with it as his pillow.
When they woke up in the morning, they all smelled the fragrance of lilies. Beside the bed sat a lily, its bud still bulging. It had blossomed when they woke. The bud had been pure white. Yesterday, one had cracked a little, and the petals were also white. Unexpectedly, after blooming, each petal shone a pink hue, like the pink coating on a lychee, or even more like a flushed face.
He laughed and said, "How did it become like this?"
When she saw it, her face instantly became the same as the petals.
He always found it so funny when he did this, even though he had a child and loved to play in bed, but afterwards he was so shy.
When he was about to leave again in the morning, she hugged his neck as usual and acted coquettishly for a while, saying, "My brother."
Wang Jiazhi sometimes liked to call him that. In the novel Jin Ping Mei, the women's nicknames for their husbands were all "brother." Wang Jiazhi thought that was very interesting.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
