Chapter 367
Mrs. Liao's daughter would occasionally call to complain and had made several appointments with her. Wang Jiazhi couldn't always refuse, and she also wanted to get some outside news through Mrs. Liao's daughter. Although she was in the same social circle as several people at the newspaper, the youngest of them was several years older than her, and their backgrounds were very different from hers. Apart from chatting about articles, they really didn't have much to talk about, and they rarely met. Mrs. Liao's daughter was, after all, her age, and they could talk about some girl-to-girl things. Although she was a little crazy.
I went out with Mrs. Liao's daughter today, and Mrs. Liao's second daughter also came. The second daughter is getting married next month, and Mrs. Liao's daughter asked her to help choose wedding items.
Wang Jiazhi was very surprised. She had participated in her second daughter's blind date before the New Year, but that blind date was not successful. It was only a short time after the New Year, and they were getting married next month. This speed was almost as fast as Death at the Blue Bridge.
What she didn't expect was that they called her over to help her choose a wedding dress.
The two sisters had called her in for such a big deal. But then she thought, choosing a wedding dress is such a major undertaking, it's bound to take a long time, visiting numerous stores, wearing out shoes, hearing countless opinions, and even arguing with the women in the family before making a decision. Today, she should just be casually browsing and treating her as one of the many people offering advice.
Wang Jiazhi was a little excited because she had only seen wedding dresses in windows when shopping and had never been to a bridal shop to see so many styles of wedding dresses.
There were slim-fitting skirts that resembled mermaid tails; there were pleated skirts that flowed naturally; and there were those with European-style hems and crinolines, creating a round, floor-length veil, reminiscent of a music box or a wedding dress on a cake. Back then, people wore long veils that almost fell to the ground. Some wore them covered, others covered them. The covered ones, like those in paintings of the Virgin Mary, were more natural. Another style was a cylindrical hat with a veil attached, as this was the custom for weddings. Many people preferred this style, but it felt awkward, like a short cup on their head. Uncovered veils, on the other hand, were more natural and allowed for more ornamentation.
The second daughter tried on several dresses in a row. At first, Wang Jiazhi looked at them carefully, but then she lost her patience. It turns out that when it comes to choosing a wedding dress, only the bride is attentive, while everyone else is just waiting to check the results.
They visited three bridal shops in total. Of course, women don't always have a specific purpose when shopping, so they'd stop by any other shop they came across. They'd go into a shoe shop to see if there were any shoes suitable for a toast, pass by a pajama shop to look at pajamas for a dowry, and even stop into a flower shop or a pastry shop to see if there were any suitable bouquets or snacks for the guests.
Wang Jiazhi thought that wandering aimlessly like this was a waste of time, and it was obvious that they had no intention of buying anything in those stores. But then again, for those two sisters, time was the cheapest thing. They knew that this kind of shopping was a waste of time, but they were eager for a chance to kill the time they had doing nothing.
When they saw the third store, my sister finally found something she liked, but they all knew that the chances of winning were very small.
Mrs. Liao's daughter said, "This seems to be strangling my neck. This big bow is too cumbersome."
This dress is indeed too tight. The collar covers half of the neck. Wedding dresses have long sleeves, lace at the neckline, and very wide lace at the cuffs and chest. There is also a big lace bow on the chest, which looks like a tissue box or thermos with a lace cover. It is also a bit cumbersome.
Later, my sister remembered the bright red cheongsam she had tried on at the first shop and asked if they had one. The shop owner found one. Mrs. Liao's daughter said it would look better with a pink veil, but my sister said white would be classic.
Then they asked her about it again. Wang Jiazhi had been a silent spectator, but now, when asked, she too said pink was the best color. Bright red with white was too stark; a pink combination would create a transition. There was no way they would choose that outfit.
Mrs. Liao's daughter talked about how she clearly liked another dress when she got married, but Mrs. Liao insisted on following the fashion and got a dress of the *** type, which was not suitable for her at all.
My sister asked what Wang Jiazhi’s wedding dress looked like.
"Ah?" Wang Jiazhi was stunned at first.
Mrs. Liao's daughter said hurriedly, "They're very fashionable over there, not like us here, who are so unfashionable."
Then the topic changed.
Wang Jiazhi knew that Mrs. Liao's daughter thought she and Lao Yi were a good couple, and that mentioning her marriage to her husband might make her unhappy.
She felt a little melancholy, not because she had never worn a wedding dress or been married.
As a child, she'd also been fixated on brides' dresses, hair accessories, and bouquets, even standing in front of shop windows to admire the beauty of the wedding gowns. But she always felt that day was so far away, yet she knew it would eventually come. She wouldn't be one of those cliché blind dates where you meet someone you like. It would be like in novels, where one day, at her best, she'd meet that person, marry them, wear a beautiful wedding dress, and be her most beautiful self on her wedding night. But the truth was, when she still felt that it was so far away, everything was ruined, and she never dreamed again.
At this moment, she was standing behind the window of the bridal shop. She saw Lai Xiujing standing outside, wearing a dark brown sweater and a khaki coat, with short hair cut to her ears. She looked haggard and looked at the wedding dress in the window with despair and pain.
Wang Jiazhi will never forget the look Lai Xiujin and the other boys gave her the next day—a look of contempt and venom. It was the kind of look a decent woman or a respectable gentleman would give a slut. What makes evil people evil is that when they commit heinous crimes, they believe it's the victim's fault, and they can shamelessly claim it's all your fault. Only then can they deceive themselves by saying the other person deserved it and that they were not at fault.
They were all the same, even Kuang Yumin was the same, they forced her to be a slut and then accused her of being a slut.
Don't you want to see the world? Don't you want a good life? Don't you like wearing fashionable clothes and having your hair permed? Don't you want a sweet love and a handsome boyfriend?
Now you can only live in darkness like a rat in the gutter, be at the mercy of others and lose your freedom, run around and live a hard life, cut off your favorite long hair, wear dull clothes, dress more shabby than an old lady, and you will never get your lover until you die, and you will not know what love is until you die.
"You deserve it, that's all you deserve!"
Wang Jiazhi said to Lai Xiujing in her heart.
At this moment, she thought of the last scene, and she said in her heart: "You deserve it, you only deserve this end!"
In the previous life, before that, Old Yi and Mrs. Yi divorced. Mrs. Yi readily agreed and gave her enough money for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She also completely drew a line between them and him so that she would not be implicated.
A close confidant angrily said, "It's only been a few days, and you're already hiring an actor!"
He laughed and said, "We're already divorced, do you still want her to stay with you?"
He knew that Mrs. Yi hadn't had it easy these years, but he didn't feel he had done anything wrong to her. Life is full of gains and losses. If Mrs. Yi wanted wealth and glory, she had to put up with him, and since he didn't like her, he could only remain a widow.
At that time, many colleagues thought about leaving more money for their families. One of them said to him, "At this point, all I can think about is my wife and children."
He arranged for his close associates to stay, and when someone asked him to keep more money, he said, "I am alone, without a wife or children, why do I need money?"
He thought about how he had so much wealth, but he didn't let her live a good life. He thought it would be great if she was still alive, so that he wouldn't have to worry about her. It would be great if she could find a new partner like Mrs. Yi and live a prosperous life.
The two sisters over there started discussing what color shoes to match the dress, and that the bouquet should not be too bright to clash with the bright red wedding dress.
One said, "Light-colored flowers are nothing more than white, light yellow, pink, etc. Aren't they too plain and unlucky?"
Another said, "Pink and the veil clash, so it can only be white or something, which is more plain."
Wang Jiazhi thought helplessly, "They knew this dress wouldn't be selected, yet they were still discussing the details so seriously. How shameless!" They were already choosing a Western-style wedding dress, but they were still going with a Chinese-style white dress. Isn't it auspicious? Having all wedding dresses in white doesn't seem unlucky.
After finally getting out of the bridal shop, they walked into a pajama shop.
The two sisters flipped through their pajamas and nightgowns one by one, discussing whether they were comfortable to wear and whether they could be washed.
Wang Jiazhi thought that she might be too nervous, but this kind of pajamas given as dowry were obviously to be worn on the wedding night, and she always felt that it brought some private and stimulating feelings.
Isn’t it a bit awkward to have a serious discussion with others?
She felt that since girls were shy, it was natural for her husband to take off her clothes on the wedding night, and then...
Even now, she still thinks it should be like that.
Reality is often not as good as imagined, but she never expected that her reality would be so horrible.
Even today, when she thinks about it, she still feels it's so unreal and horrible. In this life, she never thought it was her...
Before she looked for him, she was reading erotic novels to find information, and she remembered that there was a novel that said that women were only interesting when men took off their clothes.
At that time, she thought that if she wasn't too shy to take off her clothes, there would be nothing wrong with just taking off her clothes.
The first time, Lao Yi tore a dress she'd just worn the first day, but that didn't matter; she finally got over the previous gloom. She couldn't remember how they took off their clothes the second time; neither of them could control themselves. By the time she regained consciousness, she was already in bed, with no recollection of what had happened before. But later, when she tried to recall, she realized it was him who took off her clothes, the two of them seemingly unable to control themselves, ripping and untying each other's clothes. That moment was truly special and thrilling.
She calmed down the third time and went to the apartment again. She took off her clothes and lay down there obediently.
The first time she had a deep impression of him was when he held her in his arms and laid down with her, kissing her while taking off her clothes. That was when she realized that taking off clothes was also a form of foreplay.
He was very good at undressing. There were so many buttons, and he undid them one by one smoothly with his hands. Then he kissed her, making her feel like she was being electrocuted. Wherever he kissed her, the current became more intense.
He patiently undid such a complicated underwear bit by bit in an orderly manner, as if appreciating women's underwear was also a very interesting thing.
By the time he finished undressing her, she was already dazed and limp. She looked at him with her big, bright eyes like a kitten, then put her arms around his neck, and laid him down, imitating the way he had just undressed her.
Of course, this was only when they were calmer. Sometimes, they couldn't control themselves and would rip each other's clothes without restraint. One time, when things calmed down, she felt for something next to the pillow and caught it in her sight. It was a button. It wasn't hers, so it belonged to him. She ripped the button off his shirt.
She took the shirt and leaned on the top button. Even with the tie covering it, it was still visible. They'd just been together then, and she felt incredibly bad about it. It was such an expensive shirt. She could just put the button back on, but she'd already lost it.
She knew there was needlework in the room, but there was only a spool of white thread. Wang Jiazhi had an adventurous spirit, and when he left first, she liked to look around the room.
She took the needle and thread, naked, and sat on the bed to sew buttons, while he rested his head on her legs. After returning home, she thought, would he think she was too petty? It was just a button that fell off. She could go back and change her clothes and ask the servants to sew it on.
Actually, Old Yi thought the same thing, but when he heard she wanted to sew, he was very interested and asked her to sew it. The thread was whiter than the other buttons, and normally, with his attention to detail, he would have asked someone to remove it and sew it again. But when he looked down, he saw that unique button, and thought it was hers, he thought it was cute, so he kept it. When he went back to change clothes and took a closer look, there was no thread left. This little girl really knows how to do housework. That's what her mother taught her, how to sew buttons without leaving thread ends.
Later, after her death, when she changed her clothes and put on that dress again, she saw that button for the first time. Even though the person was gone, the lingering rustling shadow still remained.
One should always wear a suit with dignity, but a long gown is more comfortable, so he wore it when he left. But when he was leaving, he said he put the shirt inside and put it under his pillow, and he would take it with him.
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