Chapter 354
I can't go out, and I don't usually go out much. But because of this special situation, I'm always a little worried.
Wang Jiazhi simply cooked for him. Since she didn't know if he would come back, telling him he might not would make him feel uncomfortable, so she cooked based on her instincts. Now she cooked every day, bored anyway. Lately, she'd been trying to find inspiration for her writing, but she hadn't yet decided what to write.
He came back around nine o'clock. She was very tired from cooking, so she hugged the child and fell asleep. The kitten had its eyes closed, but when it heard the sound, it opened one eye and laughed.
He reached out and touched her head and little hands. Her mother was still sleeping.
He thought it was a good idea, so he wouldn't be too bored when he fell asleep.
Ever since Lao Yi discovered the effects of catnip, he deliberately used the shampoo again today, wanting to test its effectiveness. Wang Jiazhi, dazed and still unable to open her eyes, reached out to hug the child, but failed. Yesterday, because he had showered again, the scent of the shampoo was very faint; today, the floral scent was more pronounced.
She was so confused that she rubbed against him, rubbing and drilling. She gradually woke up and saw that he had returned.
"Want to eat?"
"No more."
Looking at the clock, it's almost ten o'clock.
She smelled the shampoo, just like a kitten smelling catnip.
He turned around and saw the blushing lily beside the bed. After a day, it had fully bloomed. He laughed and said, "Is this thing so weird?"
Wang Jiazhi felt that it was impossible to add □□ to shampoo. Could it be that she was very sensitive to some ingredient in it?
"You're annoying. You provoked me first."
It sniffed around like a kitten, and after sniffing for a while, it became even more excited, and the little wild cat started to show its teeth and claws.
Originally, he ate very little and had no intention of eating anything after returning. In this case, after the two of them fell asleep for a while, he would get up and go downstairs to eat.
When she heard that he wanted to eat, she was very excited. She put on her clothes and went downstairs to ask someone to heat up the food. She cooked the dishes for a long time.
When he looked at the dishes on the table, he knew they were obviously made by her, as there were so many of them.
There was also a plate of jasmine pastries. They were white, with several layers of pastry, a light green center, mung bean and matcha filling, like a plate of fluffy white velvet flowers.
He usually only eats two meals a day. Appropriate hunger can keep his mind clear.
In their previous life, they sometimes had dinner at the apartment. She saw that he didn't eat much, but it was actually a last-minute snack. She never knew that she was too young and that he had consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish his energy.
She leaned against his back, still feeling a bit intoxicated by the smell of shampoo in his hair, but she was too tired to continue like that.
In the next few days, because she had to stay indoors, she cooked for him every day. If he didn't come back, she would save the food for herself the next day.
Mrs. Yi also had to stay at home, so the card game had to be suspended. She was worried about being unsafe if she went out, and she was bored staying at home.
One day, he went back to look for some old books. As he entered, he overheard her chatting with someone in the living room. It was the fortune teller again. You might say these ladies believe in this stuff, but they seem to just listen for fun. You might say they don't believe it, but every once in a while they'll call the fortune teller over again and respectfully listen to his nonsense.
It's like Wu Yueniang in the Jin Ping Mei, who spent nights listening to nuns preaching about karma, yet she still did evil things, both overtly and covertly. Ultimately, she just had nothing better to do.
He passed by the study and heard the fortune teller inside say seriously, "Your husband wasn't meant to be your husband, and his wife wasn't meant to be you. This is a fateful misfortune. He didn't meet the person who was supposed to be his wife when he should have. Now it's too late... It can only be... This is God's will..."
He thought to himself, "Can't I just stay alone for a few days in peace? Why does my family have to invite some messy people in?"
Wang Jiazhi's life was the most regular it had ever been. She woke up promptly at 8 a.m., made an outline, read a book, fed the child when he woke up, played with him, and took a nap with him at noon. She started cooking at 2 or 3 a.m., and went back to sleep at 5 a.m. If he wasn't home, she would paint.
She had drawn several cartoons these days, all of them of kittens, and showed them to him a couple of days ago. This morning, she got up and flipped through the novels on the bedside table. Inside, she found a cartoon of her hugging her child while they slept, but both of them had furry cat ears on their heads and cat tails behind them.
She thought that his work was not necessarily serious, who would have thought that he was secretly drawing cartoons with the door closed in his office.
When he came back one day, he saw a pile of magazines about supernatural and folk stories scattered on the bed.
"Aren't you the one most afraid of ghosts?"
She laughed and said, "These are not ghost stories, they are folk supernatural stories, the kind from 'Three Words and Two Shots'."
Wang Jiazhi recently felt like she had discovered a new world. This thing was truly fascinating. She hadn't believed it at all before, but now she wasn't so convinced.
She mentioned a story about a girl whose classmate died young. She felt sorry for him and often went to the tennis court where he played to pay his respects. She didn't really have any feelings for him, she just felt sorry for him, and the tennis court was close to the school.
But after a while, I kept having nightmares and felt increasingly lethargic. I went to the doctor but they couldn't find the cause. Then someone told me to seek help from a spiritual master to resolve the problem.
Someone explained that her frequent visits to the tennis court had caused her deceased classmate to mistakenly believe she was in love with him and was determined to marry him, taking him away in a few years. The solution was to find another deceased person to marry, so that the classmate would know she was married and give up. She asked if marrying a living person would be okay, but the master said living people were useless, saying marrying a living person was a matter of the living world, not of the underworld.
"As expected, humans and ghosts are the same. Don't provoke them if there is nothing to do."
He laughed and said, "Whether it's true or not, it does make sense. It's better to avoid useless social interactions if possible."
She laughed and said, "Don't you always have a lot of social activities?"
"That's for work, and also to win people's hearts, both of which are essential. If it weren't necessary, my social life would be very simple."
"Um?"
Wang Jiazhi thought, socializing is easy, it would be strange for her to trust him.
Since she suddenly became interested in these folk mystical tales, he stopped telling her ghost stories to put her to sleep and started telling her some of the stories he knew.
One of them tells about a man who had his fortune told by his family shortly after he was born. The fortune teller said that there was a hurdle in his fate and if he couldn't get over it, he would die young and die a miserable death. If he could get over it, he would live to a ripe old age.
The family would rather believe it and spent a lot of money to resolve the issue. In the end, the fortune teller said that the issue had been resolved. As long as the child behaved well in the future and did not do anything against his conscience, he would live a peaceful life.
The child proved to be quite successful, gaining admission to a prestigious university and enjoying a smooth career after graduation. His superiors once promised him a promotion soon. He reflected on his promising youth and remembered that his grandfather had been a live-in son-in-law, and that his family, from his father onward, had adopted a different surname. Since he had such a promising future, why would he still keep his maternal surname? So, he changed his surname back to his grandfather's. Not long after, he contracted a difficult and incurable illness, which dragged on for a long time, leading to a painful death.
Later people said that the surname written on the book in the underworld was his grandfather's surname. Because he took his mother's surname, they couldn't find him when they wanted to take him away. Unexpectedly, he changed it back himself, and now they found him and took him away.
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "When you put it that way, it makes it seem like Huo Qubing also changed his surname and died young. Wei Qing always kept his surname Wei and didn't change back to his father's, yet he lived a long and happy life."
At this point, Wang Jiazhi recalled what Xiao Shuang had written in her letter about Kuang Yumin's family. She thought that for someone like Kuang Yumin, changing his surname wouldn't be a good thing. Their family's surname change was the result of selfishness, not the cause of tragedy.
Wang Jiazhi suddenly remembered something she had never had the chance to ask him, so she asked, "When did Secretary Zhang die?"
"More than half a year."
She was playing cards with the other wives when someone mentioned Secretary Zhang's death. It was Mrs. Yi who was discussing his current secretary. Wang Jiazhi recalled how he had threatened her with a confession. It had been so long. How could he have died so young?
Secretary Zhang was also trembling with fear during that period. After all, he no longer had a backer, and he could no longer act arrogantly in front of Old Yi. Especially since he had offended too many people behind him, and he had never been a high-ranking official. He suddenly rose to power and became too proud. The people around him were determined to kill him.
Old Yi didn't say how Secretary Zhang died, but he mentioned that after his death, several concubines had no support and went to the main wife to ask for money. The main wife refused to give it, and the matter even reached the point of filing a lawsuit.
Wang Jiazhi saw his bystander look, saying, "Luckily, I don't encounter such a thing," and said, "You just like to be alone. You don't have any burdens."
He laughed, "I just don't want to."
She understood what he meant. Even if he married several wives and concubines, the women would not be able to do anything wrong. Of course, he could control them.
Wang Jiazhi asked, "If I had told you first, would you have wanted her?"
He was holding up the child to play with him and said, "Of course I want it."
"What if someone else is pregnant?"
"Then you have to consider it."
His sincerity always left her speechless. Of course, she wanted to hear him say that he definitely didn't want one, but who would believe him? Who would kill their own child without hesitation?
Seeing the child smiling and acting coquettishly in his arms, she said with a sense of melancholy, "I didn't have you in my previous life."
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