Chapter 383
"I always feel that I have actually died a long time ago. Now I am just a ghost, attached to you."
"How could that be? You have a heartbeat and you gave birth to a child."
"Of course not. In 'Liao Zhai', ghosts and humans get along for a long time, and they eat and have children."
She didn't say anything else. If he was gone, she would have no other choice.
Wang Jiazhi became more and more disgusted with the circle of false imperial edicts. Just like at the beginning, she hated the kind of people who were living a life of drunken dreams of wealth and glory and enjoying themselves in the moment, even though the house was on the verge of collapse.
She knew that it was even more ridiculous to be like this, but she just couldn't stand it. Now she thought, if Mrs. Yi didn't come back, then she didn't have to come back.
After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "It's a good thing you didn't go to Lingyin Temple."
"Why?"
"you guess?"
"You're annoying, how could I have guessed that?"
"Go to Lingyin Temple to sever your karmic connection. You probably won't come back once you go."
"Don't talk nonsense. I wouldn't do that. If you don't believe it, don't bother me. I don't believe that."
She rubbed herself upwards, wanting to rest her head on his shoulder like a kitten, and became lost in thought.
Seeing that she was not about to fall asleep, he wanted to get up. She put her two paws around his neck and asked coquettishly, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go get a bottle of wine to help me sleep."
"No~"
Wang Jiazhi never imagined that she would become so clingy one day. She couldn't believe how she became like this when it came to love.
In her previous life, although she'd been uncontrollably coquettish with him from the start, there had been a tinge of rebelliousness and aggression alongside her coquettishness. Those emotions faded later, but with the impending end of life, they were tinged with sadness. In this life, without those interfering emotions, she was incredibly clingy from the start. With no memory, he was utterly shocked. Just who had been sent over there? Why was she so eager and clingy, like a cat, so wild, kissing, rubbing, and licking him? He was practically overwhelmed.
There is no way, Old Yi in his previous life did not wait until this time.
He returned with the wine, put ice in the glass, poured her a glass and told her to drink it. She drank half of it and told him to drink too.
"I drank it and couldn't get up tomorrow."
"If you can't get up, then don't get up. Don't go to work."
"I have to go." He also imitated her coquettish tone.
"I just want you to drink."
She put her lips to his, asking him to drink. Even if she didn't drink, she would still be slightly tipsy and groggy when she acted coquettishly. In the end, they had no choice but to drink a whole bottle of white wine. After she made a fuss for a while, he finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.
No one overslept the next day, but she had to get up very early.
"Where are you going?"
He held her tightly and wouldn't let her get up.
"I'll go cook for you."
"Stay with me for a while, don't go cook."
"No, I want to cook for you. I kneaded the dough yesterday and I'm looking forward to seeing how it turns out."
After a while, he also got up and went to the kitchen to see her kneading dough.
He didn't know how to cook at all, but he watched her skillfully add alkaline water and raw flour to the fermented dough, turning the sticky dough into a soft and white one.
Grandma and the others all assumed Wang Jiazhi was a good cook because she often cooked. In reality, she had barely had the chance to cook before moving in. When her mother was alive, she was so pampered and doted on, never asking her to wash a handkerchief or carry a dish, let alone cook. She learned all her cooking skills out of curiosity, watching her mother cook.
After her mother passed away, she lived in the school cafeteria and had no chance to cook. She was very interested in cooking, and one of her long-cherished dreams was to have a place of her own with a kitchen where she could cook her own meals. Thinking back to her previous life, this wish never came true. She never had a kitchen of her own to cook a proper meal.
Now that she had her own house, cooking was one of the many regrets she wanted to make up for. Especially since there was everything in this place, and she could even bake cakes and cookies. When he wasn't home, she'd literally taken over the kitchen for quite a while.
Wang Jiazhi had a natural talent for cooking, and could make most dishes well just by looking at a cookbook. However, making dim sum was a learning process for her. She only saw exquisite finished products, but behind them were many defective ones that were eaten by the family's servants and guards.
A classmate recounted a time when his mother was learning to make sweet and sour pork, and the family was left with unfinished, defective products every day. Although there were only three of them, they had many other relatives, so dealing with the defective products was easy.
They fell asleep very late last night, and after drinking half a bottle of wine each, they were both a little groggy. He leaned his head on her shoulder, and she said while cooking, "Go back to bed. I'll call you later."
But he was too lazy to go in. This was not bad, she thought.
Finally, she carefully placed the buns in the steamer, waited for the dough to rise for a while, and then began to steam them. It was the first time he had witnessed the entire process of making a food, and he curiously waited with her for the final result. As expected, the buns had puffed up considerably after steaming, and a pot of plump, white, and steaming buns appeared.
He sat down to eat, and she leaned on his back, asking him if it was delicious. The steamed buns stuffed with bamboo shoots and rapeseed were surprisingly delicious. He truly loved her cooking; it was that simple, homely, homely feeling. He never expressed this thought, though, fearing she'd find out and cook more often, which would be too much work. Her pursuits weren't supposed to be the daily grind of a housewife.
Everything seemed normal at first glance, but he was always on guard against her having an attack. Every time she had an attack, it was so painful that it was worse than death.
Yesterday at a social gathering, someone told Lao Yi that Old Wu had passed away a few days ago. Most people were incredulous that Old Wu had lived to this age. In their circle, those in high positions and positions of power were known to be ruthless. With Old Wu's temper, so many people hated him that they thought he should have died long ago.
In his previous life, when Lao Yi learned that Wang Jiazhi's superior was actually Lao Wu, especially after Wang Jiazhi's death, he was completely devastated. Such a rotten person, what sin did Wang Jiazhi commit in this life to meet such a horrible person.
When he was young, he could handle Old Wu, but he was also deeply tortured. He himself was in such a state, it was hard to imagine what Wang Jiazhi had gone through.
That selfish, narcissistic, paranoid, vicious, drunken pervert.
Being extremely cunning is a sign of cunning, but when it comes to scheming, it's actually just stupidity. Old Wu and Kuang Yumin's group are too foolish to understand this. They take great pride in swindling and deceiving others, leaving them bruised and battered, yet they can still silence their victims, leaving them unable to defend themselves and forced to suffer in silence.
Kuang Yumin and his colleagues were deeply touched. Wang Jiazhi had no reason to blame them because she did not resist. After the meeting, they repeatedly emphasized to Wang Jiazhi that she had no reason to hate them.
"Now you know how naive we were."
"You know now that we are absolutely ridiculous."
He always mentioned "we." If he had removed the "we," Wang Jiazhi might not have hated them to that extent.
After a terrible loss, making a scene can at least help vent some of the emotions. Deceiving someone so that they suffer in silence is even more detrimental. You think you're being clever by not even giving them the chance to complain or criticize, but that only makes them more vindictive.
Because of their stupidity, those bastards suffered in Shanghai for three years; because of their despicableness, they deserved to die in Wang Jiazhi's revenge.
Old Wu had done too many things like this, and the fact that he only died today was considered shocking in that circle.
This incident was still related to the Wang Jiazhi incident, and he had once again embezzled the lion's share of the bonus given by his superiors. He had done this kind of thing frequently since he was young, and he was very proud of his flawless execution, leaving his subordinates to suffer in silence.
Originally, it was just a bonus, a few hired guns, and that would have been fine. But Lao Yi unexpectedly gave him a substantial sum. Although they had already stated that Wang Jiazhi was a gift to them as a pet, after all, they had taken someone else's property, so they couldn't remain silent. And more importantly, Lao Yi's generous payment was a sign that he had bought Wang Jiazhi. From then on, Wang Jiazhi had no further ties to them.
Wang Jiazhi never knew about this matter. If she knew, she would be furious.
Kuang Yumin and his men never gave her anything, and Old Wu gave her even less. In the end, she failed to serve her country, and instead became a free trade for them, who abused her and sold her for a huge sum of money. Isn't this exploiting people's righteousness and forcing them into prostitution? It's completely unscrupulous.
Old Wu once again embezzled this vast sum of money, completely concealing it and leaving his subordinates speechless. Consequently, his subordinates launched an impeachment, reporting all allegations, no matter how illogical. Old Wu fled to join Old Yi's sworn enemy, who, however, shared Old Yi's common hatred for Old Wu. Initially, Old Yi spared him, detaining him for a few days before sending him back. No matter what they said, Old Wu was released without a word. Both publicly and privately, it was a gruesome revenge, both new and old. His death was tragic.
Wang Jiazhi was in a particularly good mood those days, and she didn't know why. He thought it was probably because they were all dead.
That night, they were both drunk. In his last moments of consciousness, he seemed to hear her whisper in his ear, "We're not destined to be together. We worked so hard to get together."
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