Chapter 359
Old Yi told everyone he wouldn't be avoiding the gates this year to celebrate his birthday. Everyone was curious, what gates would he be avoiding when the third one arrives? But he couldn't explain it, and others didn't mind, figuring that people over forty tended to believe in metaphysics to some degree, and that everyone had their own reasons, known only to them.
Mrs. Yi had discussed this year's plans with others over a month ago, but she didn't expect the arrangement to fail, leaving her feeling very embarrassed. The reason was that he was worried that Wang Jiazhi was emotionally sensitive, and if he celebrated his birthday, she would naturally not be able to show up. Mrs. Yi would definitely take the opportunity to show off, so she decided not to celebrate.
Although he said that since he couldn't win, there was no need to give gifts, but gifts still had to be given to outsiders. He gave a lot to Mrs. Yi and a lot to Wang Jiazhi.
That morning she got up before dawn to cook noodles for him.
He stood up and looked at the noodles and said, "Everyone says today is not my birthday."
"Why not? People only celebrate when they're older."
"What's the point of celebrating a birthday?"
Wang Jiazhi thought about it and realized it didn't really matter whether she celebrated her birthday or not. She'd left home life too early, and children don't really care about birthdays themselves; they just care about the food and fun that day. If there's no sense of ritual that grows with age, then it really doesn't matter. She hadn't celebrated her birthday in almost ten years, ever since her mother passed away.
When she returned to the house after he left, the child was already awake. The kitten was now crawling very well and babbling better than before.
The red roses in the vase in the living room were in full bloom, so she took one out to play with her. After playing with it for a while, she suddenly remembered something that seemed like a long time ago when she saw the flower.
Fortunately, he had no memory of the past. She thought that if he remembered the past, he would not want her even if she came back to find him.
When it comes to feelings, he can be nice to you when he likes you, but if he really doesn't like you anymore, he will break up with you completely.
Once they talked about her birthday, and she said it was August 19th, the fourth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family happiness. After four days, it feels so far away, and family happiness seems even further away."
As a child, she couldn't remember her birthday, but she remembered that Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. It was also because of those years of loneliness and displacement that she had this feeling.
He laughed at that time and said, "I am on the sixth day of the second lunar month, four days after the Dragon Raises its Head, and I can't even lift my head."
"Don't talk nonsense."
In my previous life, I went out one day. It was a very good day, and the wait was not too long. They arrived around three o'clock. He was in a good mood, with very light dark circles under his eyes, and he was very well rested. She also slept well the day before, which was rare. Both of them were in great shape, and then they played for a long time.
In the past, he was very tired and could hardly hold on, but as long as he took a break and she thought of some solutions, he could continue again.
After a very satisfying day, she nestled in his arms, her legs and feet rubbing against his woolen pants as she fell asleep. Unlike before, when she woke up and he was gone, this time he was still there. It seemed he was in no hurry to leave today. He certainly had nothing to do after three o'clock that day, so he could stay with her as long as she wanted.
She moaned and crawled over like a kitten. Her white, soft and boneless body began to wriggle. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him. She rubbed his ear with one paw, rubbing and biting it for a while.
That was his most sensitive area, and he was in very good physical condition today, so it was easier to arouse him than before, and he continued soon.
That day was particularly enchanting. It started raining outside again, starting just as they arrived and continuing all night. Listening to the sound of the rain made her even more intoxicated. He still didn't moan much then, but it was very stimulating. There was something interesting about not moaning much. His voice was so soft and low, it was like a kitten whimpering or sleeping in her arms.
At this moment, she saw the kitten in front of her and rubbed her ears. The little one smiled with her mouth open. She rubbed the kitten's ears again, but the cat didn't feel anything. She rubbed the tip of its tail, and the kitten quickly turned over on its belly. It liked it there. She remembered that she had also tried to rub Xiaolan's ears, and it seemed to enjoy it very much.
By then, the gambling period was over. She was tortured in the lingchi (a form of torture) and had completely lost contact with the other side. But when she was with him, she forgot everything and could only let her feelings bloom. She was running low on money, and she didn't know what to do if she couldn't contact him anymore. She might just have to leave. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew she couldn't bear to leave. She tried hard to find a way to contact the other side, but every time she failed, she felt relieved. She lived like this, deceiving herself and others, drinking poison to quench her thirst.
In reality, things had stabilized there long since they'd been shut down, but they didn't want to contact Wang Jiazhi for the time being, perhaps because they were too timid to be exposed and arrested. Kuang Yumin and the others knew that Wang Jiazhi, unable to contact anyone for so long, isolated and helpless, and forced to serve that great demon, must be extremely frightened and tortured. But they didn't care whether she was being tortured or not, how scared she was, or whether her money was almost gone. They had to think about themselves first. After all, they had forced her to do things far more torturous and humiliating than this, so why would they be so sorry for her?
The higher-ups simply wanted Old Wu to find him a bitch as a gesture, and they had their own personnel keeping an eye on the two men. However, since they'd told the inner circle they were being used as a tool for the assassination, they had to do something to deceive them. That inner circle had always been doing menial, backbreaking work, but they were too foolish and cowardly to handle the bigger responsibility. So, while Old Wu assigned them menial tasks, he also used them to monitor the two men. Where they went or what they did was irrelevant. Old Yi was in contact with the higher-ups, and his personal life was of no significance to the negotiations.
To secure promotions and wealth, the inner circle actively monitored their every move, reporting everything from where they went to where they stayed, how long they stayed, whether the lights in the house were on high or low, how many times his figure appeared in the window, and how many times her figure appeared in the window. They thought all this was important, but it only proved their utter foolishness. Wang Jiazhi once asked Kuang Yumin, "What's the point of recording all this?" Kuang Yumin replied earnestly, "It's very important."
Even if they knew the place, it didn't matter. Bodyguards were blocking the door, and there were people stationed around, so it would be very difficult for outsiders to break in. Unless she could find a way to kill him and then go out to die.
Kuang Yumin, Huang Lei, and Ouyang were originally assigned to conduct surveillance that day, but Lai Xiujin swapped shifts with Ouyang. She was curious about Wang Jiazhi's life and wanted to use this opportunity to get closer to Kuang Yumin. As soon as Wang Jiazhi and her companions entered, it began to rain, hard and cold. The cold rain pummeled them like pebbles, painful and icy. It was autumn, and they were wearing sweaters underneath and woolen coats outside. They were quickly soaked from head to toe, their clothes becoming even heavier, clinging to their bodies with a damp, cold feeling.
To stay hidden, they crouched behind a wall of trees, unable to stand and expose themselves. They shivered violently from the cold, their teeth chattering incessantly. Squatting was uncomfortable, so they alternated between kneeling and lying, but the cold and discomfort only grew worse. They wanted to leave, but the enemy had also posted guards at the gate, so they had to wait until they were gone. But they couldn't endure the hardship. Unable to continue their surveillance in the wind and rain, they simply squatted on the ground, shivering, their arms folded, planning to fabricate a story and report it to their superiors tomorrow.
Based on past experience, they knew the two people inside would usually leave after two or three hours. After two hours, they saw no one coming out, so they thought three hours would be about right. After three hours, they still didn't come out.
It was a rare day that he had a lot of time, and it was rare that they were in such good spirits, and it was rare that the weather was good. They played on and off from three o'clock to five o'clock. Afterwards, Wang Jiazhi kissed, licked, and rubbed him like a kitten. When she was tired, she nestled in his arms. He began to stroke her hair and body to coax her to sleep, and she fell asleep unknowingly. When she woke up from her sleep in his arms, it was almost six o'clock. She felt that she and he still had energy. At that time, they were in the honeymoon period, and they always enjoyed playing until they were both exhausted. They played until almost eight o'clock, and then she nestled in his arms to sleep again. It was a little cold in the apartment, and it was even colder on this rainy day, but nestling in his arms seemed warmer and more conducive to sleep. The breath she exhaled sprayed on his chest, wet, hot, and itchy, like a powder puff.
When she woke up at almost nine o'clock, she was moaning, hugging his neck and kissing him all over. She was so happy that it was like being drunk, even more so than being drunk. She clung to him for a long time before she fully regained her consciousness.
She was shivering inside the house, and the others outside were shivering too. Six hours of freezing in the rain and wind had left her frozen stiff, and she frantically rubbed her body with her hands. To avoid dying, she needed to move around. Although she couldn't stand up, there were still many things she could do, like crawling around, squatting, and doing push-ups.
Lai Xiujin regretted coming today. Heaven was cruel. They kept looking up at the window, wondering when the light inside would go out. Then they'd leave. The rain was so strong that she couldn't open her eyes. When she did, countless drops of water rushed in, causing her eyes to ache and blur her vision.
The lights were turned off at around six o'clock, and they thought they were leaving. Then the lights came on again. They waited until almost nine o'clock, and then the lights went out again. They thought they were leaving again, but they didn't expect them to come on again.
The three people thought that they should not contact Wang Jiazhi and scare her to death. She deserved to be abused. She was a harmful bitch who pestered men and made them suffer. She deserved to be treated like that.
Actually, Lao Yi saw that she was fast asleep and wanted her to have a good sleep, so he turned off the bedside lamp. She woke up and turned it on again, then fell asleep again, turned it off again, and turned it on again when she woke up.
"Can't 'move'?"
"You're annoying."
The two of them couldn't move anymore today. She nestled in his arms, feeling empty again. She looked at the curtains reflecting the trees outside in the wind and rain.
"It's like ghosts and demons dancing wildly."
"Yeah."
He wondered if the little guy was really stupid or just pretending. So many people had died in this house. If there really were souls, the house would probably be full of wronged souls and evil spirits watching them.
"Sometimes I leave first and you wake up alone. Are you scared?"
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just that my heart is empty."
He originally wanted to ask her if she could feel the heavy yin energy here, but he didn't expect her to say that, which made him feel even more distressed.
They just chatted intimately from time to time, and no one knew how much time had passed before they lazily got up, packed up, and went downstairs to eat.
The three people outside had already cursed them a thousand times in their hearts. Seeing the lights in the living room come on, it was time for dinner. They didn't know when this meal would end, and they were completely desperate.
It was already past ten o'clock, and soon a car stopped at the door. Someone was delivering something inside. It was too far away and it was raining to see clearly what it was. I only saw a bunch of very bright roses, something that was bright red even at night.
Wang Jiazhi packed up and lazily went downstairs. He saw a huge cat made of roses on the dining table. He was also a little surprised to see it.
On the way to work this morning, I saw a flower shop where several people had arranged a huge cat made of roses in the window. He had told them that he would send it to her house, but that day they made a mistake and sent it to that house instead.
The cat also wore a gold necklace around its neck. The pendant was a simple kitten, a round head with two pointed ears, three whiskers on each side, and a white diamond set in each ear tip. He hadn't noticed the necklace at the time. Although it didn't cost much, it looked very cute. When he put it on her, his smile had something else in it.
She understood what he meant. Some owners would put similar cute necklaces around the necks of their cats or dogs.
"I'm not your pet!"
She also knew that she just couldn't help herself, and she always kissed and rubbed him, really like a passionate and clingy furry girl.
He thought to himself, "Who looks like whose pet?"
In fact, she seemed like an enthusiastic owner to him, kissing and rubbing her big pet.
And originally she was here to serve him, but now it felt like the situation was reversed.
Later she found that the kitten could be taken off and worn on her hand as a ring.
He smiled again as he watched her drink the red wine without sobering up, then frowned slightly.
They finally left at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Those who could still walk had already frozen stiff. Wang Jiazhi had been walking for a long time, but they still couldn't stand up.
When Wang Jiazhi got home, a little rainwater clung to her windbreaker hood, dripping onto her face, making her feel cold and lightheaded. Unexpectedly, the rose cat sat on her dressing table. The vibrant red roses in the quiet night exuded a fragrance that made the scene even more ethereal and intoxicating. It was unbelievable that today was real. He had actually been with her for so long, and they were both so happy. We even bathed together, ate and drank together, and even gave her flowers and a lovely necklace. This day was truly blissful.
That day, she changed her clothes and slept in bed. The room was filled with the scent of roses, and outside, a sleep-inducing autumn rain fell. For the first time in a long time, she slept well without the help of sleeping pills.
Of course she didn't know that when her mother was putting the rose cat to rest in the middle of the night, she kept scolding her in her heart for being a vixen.
It was almost dawn when Kuang Yumin and his companions struggled back. With no transportation available for the rest of the night, they had to walk. Their limbs were too frozen to move, and the wind and rain showed no sign of abating. They had originally been at different locations, but Lai Xiujin's location was too far away, and she couldn't walk anymore, so she followed Kuang Yumin and Huang Lei back.
As soon as she entered the room, Lai Xiujin cursed, "Wang Jiazhi, that stinky bitch! I want her to die in bed!"
The other two remained silent. They thought of how they were being tortured outside, while she and the wild man were making love in bed, even eating and drinking after having fun. They hadn't eaten or drunk anything for so long, and they were cold and hungry, their stomachs growling with hunger. The thermos was empty, leaving only a few dry slices of bread that had been sitting there for almost a week.
Just as Kuang Yumin took out the bread, there was a knock on the door. The three of them were startled and dared not speak for a moment. After a while, they heard Ouyang's voice outside.
Kuang Yumin opened the door and saw two clay figures. If Ouyang hadn't been fat, he wouldn't have been able to tell who was who. They were all covered in mud, their hair was soaked in mud like a chicken coop. Ouyang and his team were sent to follow someone today, but they were abandoned halfway and didn't even know it. They rode their bicycles to a village in the suburbs. It started raining on the road, and the country roads were muddy and full of puddles. They couldn't ride for long before they fell down and were covered in mud. They fell many times and drank a lot of mud. They could only carry their bicycles to move forward. Their place was too far away, and they came here because they couldn't carry it anymore. These people gathered together fearlessly.
Someone said before, "That fat guy is too stupid. He couldn't see the obvious clue and didn't run away. Letting him go is more troublesome than catching him."
"The same goes for that long-faced guy. I've been following him for so long, is it true that he doesn't know anything at all?"
To shower in their place, they needed a hot pot, but there was no such thing at that time. Kuang Yumin asked Ouyang to go outside and fetch a few buckets of water so that everyone could wash themselves first. Ouyang returned with empty buckets and said the water was out.
After Ouyang came back from fetching water in the rain, the rain stopped immediately, as if this heavy rain was deliberately falling for them.
There was no water, so they changed their clothes and made do with their bodies and heads sticky, dirty and itchy. The other two clay figures were covered with a layer of mud.
The five of them were starving. There were exactly five slices of bread, one dry piece for each person, and only a little water left, which each person drank in two gulps. After eating and drinking this little, they felt even hungrier.
Lai Xiujing angrily spoke about what happened to them today and how shameless Wang Jiazhi was, doing that for several hours and still eating and drinking afterwards.
Huang Lei said angrily, "They enjoy delicacies from land and sea, while we can only eat dry bread and drink cold water. Shameless stinking bitches!"
They still had white bread to eat. When Wang Jiazhi was in Hong Kong, she might not even get a piece of throat-splitting black bread after walking all day. When she returned to Shanghai, there was no black bread at all, and she had to eat relief rice mixed with sand and gravel.
Just now, in the cold rain, they had been desperately hoping to get away, and hadn't thought of much else. Now that it was warmer, their hatred for Wang Jiazhi was revived.
These self-righteous, egotistical individuals were, after all, university students, convinced they were destined for great things. But the years of living at the bottom of society had left them deeply frustrated, especially as they felt they were educated, top students, yet had to deal with and be bullied by a group of uneducated, inferior people. And the worst part was, they weren't as good at being spies as the lower class.
Exhaustion and loneliness consumed them; most of them had never experienced that kind of thing. They were already at that age, and now, seeing Wang Jiazhi go out on dates again and again, they felt even more uncomfortable. They had occasionally dated Lao Yi in the past, but his dates with Wang Jiazhi lasted much longer than with other women, and their dates were much more frequent.
How could this be possible if Wang Jiazhi hadn't served them well? They didn't think Wang Jiazhi was trying to sacrifice herself; they just indulged in filthy fantasies about how exciting the situation was. They thought Wang Jiazhi looked innocent, but they hadn't expected her to be so shameless and wanton. Then, with nowhere to vent their desires, they took their anger out on Wang Jiazhi, wondering why she could live so well, wearing gold and silver and enjoying a life of luxury while they had to suffer.
Lai Xiujin was originally very proud. No matter how unhappy she was, she was at least chaste. Wang Jiazhi was already so dirty, and now she was still being defiled. She was already filthy. But when she saw Wang Jiazhi like this, she didn't want to admit it, but in fact she also longed for that kind of happiness, and even felt a little jealous of her.
She knew she was chaste, but she couldn't fall in love like a normal person. Yet, her best years slipped away in this tedious, torturous existence until she became a spinster. She was already twenty-three, and three years had already slipped by like that. It was likely she would continue to do so for another three, or two, or three more years. She wasn't a whore, but she had become a tortured, joyless spinster.
Wang Jiazhi was a whore, but she was happy. They were both twenty-three years old, and while she was suffering from hunger and cold in the cold rain, she was in a luxurious apartment, sleeping with a man, with beautiful clothes and jewelry, and a mountain of roses.
Lai Xiujing thought of those roses at this moment. No one had ever given her flowers, and she couldn't afford such expensive high-end roses.
Later, she passed by the flower shop and saw a rose rabbit in the window, with a rabbit-shaped gold necklace around its neck. A girl passing by asked, "Is the cat gone now?"
Another said, "It must have been bought by someone."
"Who is so generous as to send such expensive flowers?"
“There are more rich people.”
Lai Xiujin thought of the roses she had seen on that rainy night. She felt that they must be the roses she had given to Wang Jiazhi. Her heart was bleeding, and she hated Wang Jiazhi to the core.
The weather was particularly good the next day, with clear skies and fresh air, all thanks to a night of rain.
Wang Jiazhi woke up and saw the cat with the rose still on the dressing table. The sun shone through the curtains onto her. She opened the curtains and saw a bright sunny day. The big white bear stood at the door of the nest, sticking out its tongue, which made her forget the gloom of the past few days for a while.
During breakfast, Grandma told Mrs. Yi that there were still a lot of mooncakes. Mrs. Yi suggested that they share them with the servants, as they didn't like them. Wang Jiazhi then remembered that Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed. She had been feeling a bit hazy for the past few days and hadn't paid much attention to the Mid-Autumn Festival. She returned to her room and looked at the calendar. Oh my god, yesterday was her birthday.
Of course he didn't know that her birthday was yesterday, it was all a coincidence.
But she thought, she had spent a happy day with the person she loved yesterday. He even gave her roses and a necklace. They had dinner together, and she even ate a piece of strawberry cake. So it could be considered a birthday.
I haven't celebrated a birthday since I turned 16. But when I was in Hong Kong, Xiao Shuang said one day, "Today is the Dragon Raising Day. We in the north have to cut our hair. How do you celebrate in the south?"
She was stunned for a moment, and only came to her senses after Xiaoshuang called her several times.
My mother celebrates my birthday every year. Her family is quite traditional, and birthday cake isn't a big deal. Every year, for her birthday, Mom cooks noodles for her, prepares her favorite dishes, and makes her a new dress. She also cooks her brother's favorite dishes for his birthday, but Dad buys his gift. Because his gift is so expensive, Mom can't afford it. He's received bicycles, high-end clothing, and expensive watches. Dad never asks for a birthday celebration, so even if he doesn't, it's fine. But Mom always cooks noodles for him and makes one or two of his favorite dishes.
Although Wang Jiazhi's father was cold-blooded, he did not care about pleasure and was very hardworking and responsible at work. In this respect, she was very similar to her parents. The only exception in the family was her younger brother, who was also spoiled by his father. Her grandmother once said that spoiling a child is like killing him. The more you spoil a child, the less likely he will become successful. On the contrary, the less spoiled he is, the more promising he will be. If Wang Jiazhi had not inherited her parents' strong sense of responsibility, she would not have been schemed by that group. In fact, she later thought that if her mother and uncle had not been so strong-willed and responsible, they would not have lived such a tiring life and died so early. But even so, they still looked down on those who were irresponsible and muddled through life.
She thought back to her last birthday. Her mother was already quite ill, but she still managed to do the housework. As usual, she cooked many of her favorite dishes, made noodles, and took her to choose several pieces of fabric for her clothes. But they were all plain colors, not the bright colors she used to wear. When she woke up that morning, she found her mother had placed a red rose next to her pillow.
As far as she could remember, her mother had never celebrated her birthday. It was not until after she passed away that she knew when her birthday was.
Wang Jiazhi looked at the roses on the dressing table and tears came to her eyes.
"Mom, I've embarrassed you. I'm too embarrassed to see you." She said in her heart.
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