Chapter 430
Today, as soon as he left the house, Wang Jiazhi went to the house over there to celebrate Sister Liao's birthday.
On the phone, Sister Xiao vaguely said that they hadn't played together for a long time, and it just happened to be her birthday, so they went to the house over there for dinner, just with these few acquaintances. If I said I wanted to celebrate her birthday on purpose, I was afraid she would be embarrassed to bother others and couldn't refuse.
In the past, my mother would have been furious, accusing her young wife of being naive and inviting a group of young wives to come and have fun. But she had been lonely for too long. When she heard that guests were coming, my mother immediately smiled and hurriedly prepared with the little girl. My mother was almost in tears. These bleak and lonely days were really hard to endure.
The house here is small, and there weren't any flowers or trees originally, but at least there were some bonsai in the yard. Once no one lived there, the good bonsai were moved over there, and the bad ones were given away. Without a master in the house, there was no need for fresh flowers, and it felt completely dead. Grandma wanted to put out some vases of flowers, but the little girl said, "What are we going to put in there when the master isn't here?"
The mother was actually a little afraid of the little girl and didn't dare to say anything.
This grandma is not a bad person, but she is a bit pretentious and thinks she is the most well-behaved. In her eyes, except for the master, Old Yi, no one else can be recognized. No matter whether it is Mrs. Yi or Wang Jiazhi, in her eyes, they are all ignorant and prodigal daughters-in-law who don't know the rules. Why is Old Yi so unlucky in his life that he never met a good man. He earned this huge fortune through life and death, but he doesn't even have a son. All the money was squandered by his prodigal wives. Finally, he had a child in middle age, but he was a useless cheap kid. He was so pitiful that he treated him like a treasure all day long. I couldn't help but shed a few tears for him. What is the purpose of life?
The little girl also couldn't stand this about her. Now that she was looking after the house with her, her mother no longer had the confidence to serve the Empress, nor did she have the arrogance she had in the past. The little girl even dared to talk back to her.
With plenty of free time all day and the wages remaining the same, the little girl was extremely happy, happily knitting sweaters, embroidering, reading novels, and learning to bake cakes and cookies. However, the mother couldn't stand the loneliness, and was the one who hated the prosperity of the family the most.
Wang Jiazhi thought, "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with the little devils." The eunuchs had relayed the emperor's orders so often that they came to believe they were the real deal.
Sister Liao thought it was just a small gathering with friends, but because it was her birthday today, she wore a champagne-colored tulle dress with a bow on the chest and a white diamond wreath brooch under her coat.
Wang Jiazhi and the Xiao sisters arrived first, their shoes at the door. Sister Liao was about to change her shoes when she spotted a black hole. Suddenly, a meow sounded, revealing a large, furry black cat. Several pairs of shoes were piled together, creating several black holes, making them difficult to spot even during the day.
Sister Liao screamed in surprise, and when she found out it was a big black cat, she happily hugged it in her arms and rubbed it.
Everyone felt that this surprise seemed a little early.
Sister Liao pushed the door open and found the room filled with her favorite champagne roses, with various light-colored plush toys placed among the flowers. She turned back in disbelief and muttered, "Isn't this for me?"
Sister Xiao said, "I prepared it for you that day, as a birthday surprise for you."
Originally, Wang Jiazhi had provided the venue, so she wasn't expected to contribute. But she insisted, and no one objected. Everyone knew the money was nothing to her, and she wouldn't agree to just pay for the venue.
For these three wealthy women with more pocket money than they can spend, giving Sister Liao a dream birthday is easy. They also feel that each birthday for Sister Liao is one less.
Who knows if this is the last one. Given the situation of her husband's family, she will have to live with them in the future. Maybe she is not in the mood, alas!
Sister Liao was a little incoherent and said, "You guys are really, I'm not prepared at all. Really..."
The situation was just like the scene in a movie where a girl is suddenly proposed to by her beloved boy, and she is so overwhelmed with joy and shock that she doesn't know what to do.
Alas! The three of them sighed deeply in their hearts again.
At this time, Sister Liao also came in and touched and looked around in surprise at the flowers and stuffed animals in the room.
She smiled and said, "So beautiful. You guys are so nice. Our family never celebrates our birthdays. Every year, we only get to eat birthday cake on my brother's birthday."
When the three people heard this, they sighed in their hearts again.
Wang Jiazhi couldn't understand how such a thing could happen in this circle. Who among the common people could believe it?
Everyone gave gifts. Since her in-laws had cut her allowance, they wanted something both expensive and practical. Sister Xiao gave a champagne-colored fox fur coat, Wang Jiazhi gave four squares of high-end fabric, and Sister Xiao gave a pair of shoes. This way, she'd have everything she needed for the coming winter, so she wouldn't be mocked too much by her more privileged sisters-in-law. Sob…
Wang Jiazhi also gave her a newly published collection of her work. She'd recently compiled some of it into a book and published it, which had sold well and made her a killing. It was the first time her work had been published in a novel, not a newspaper or magazine. She was so excited. She'd designed the cover herself, a peacock blue one featuring a little girl sleeping with the tails of a beautiful nine-tailed fox as her pillow, using the tails as a blanket.
There are blessings written on the book: May Xiaofen be strong, brave, happy and blessed!
"I asked someone to help me get it."
When Sister Liao saw that the writer she admired most actually wrote a blessing message for her, she happily hugged Ding Lingling and rubbed her non-stop.
The Xiao sisters couldn't help but believe that what Sister Liao said might be true.
Could Wang Jiazhi really be sisters with Lao Yi's writer lover? As expected, everyone is multifaceted and contradictory. Even someone with such an independent personality usually compromises for the sake of life.
The Xiao sisters sighed deeply in their hearts.
They are all poor people.
Wang Jiazhi cleaned up a spacious room on the third floor, set it up with sofas, tables, and chairs, and decorated it with flowers and adorable animal toys. She also placed lots of cute candies, snacks, and fruit on the table. She felt so dreamy after the whole thing. She even brought Dabai and Dinglingling along to liven up the atmosphere. In the mornings, she led Dabai, who was tied to a leash, and Dinglingling was on the lead. The kittens laughed happily at this amusing sight.
Dabai has sleeves with tender pink, light yellow and light blue flowers on his front legs, which looks so cute.
Sister Xiao said, "How interesting, what's going on?"
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "Its legs are too long. I'm afraid it might rub the skin."
Sister Xiao said, "I'm planning to raise one too. I can play with the baby after it's born."
Wang Jiazhi said, "It's better to raise the baby after giving birth. You're not familiar with it now, and it would be bad if it gets bumped or bitten."
Sister Xiao said, "My mother and mother-in-law said the same thing. I just like long-haired dogs like Shih Tzus, but my mother doesn't like them because they shed and are hard to clean.
Now I finally have my own home to support myself.”
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "You have been in our house for so many years. You have really wronged me, young lady."
"Sister~ What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How dare you say that? After you get married, no one can control you and you can do whatever you want."
The two sisters then realized that they shouldn't behave like this in front of Sister Liao, and quickly changed the topic to something else with a guilty conscience.
It was still early, so everyone gathered around the table, eating snacks and fruits, chatting, and after a while playing with the cats and dogs.
Sister Liao has also developed a conditioned reflex. Whenever she is with others, she can't help but complain about her in-laws.
Sister Xiao said, "You're only torturing yourself by getting angry with them. It only makes them happy. If you keep getting angry for a long time, it'll ruin your health. You should learn something. Mrs. Ma is studying Chinese culture and flower arrangement."
Sister Liao said, "I'm completely lost. I want to learn something, but once I get back to that 'home', I lose all my good mood."
Sister Xiao said, "Mrs. Ma, that vulgar person, is also learning flower arrangement and Chinese studies."
Sister Xiao said, "If you cultivate yourself a little, maybe your taste will improve."
Sister Xiao said, "Last time I saw her, she was wearing a long, pale green dress with bat-wing sleeves. She looked odd. Is she trying to dress like a young girl? But her face has serious wrinkles."
Sister Liao said, "Yeah, you're only over 30, how come you look so old? How can you still seduce people?"
Sister Liao said, "If she hooks up with someone like that, she won't be a good person. She's not particularly talented. But as long as she's a female and interesting, there's no shortage of males who will take the bait."
Sister Xiao smiled and said, "Or, you can also have an affair."
Sister Liao said, "I've had enough of men. I don't want to suffer any more."
Sister Liao was similar to Wang Jiazhi in this regard. She wouldn't even consider dating someone unless she was deeply attracted to them. With someone like Madam Ma, as long as the man was a man and there was profit to be made, she was fine. Without any feelings for him, it didn't matter how many men she'd slept with.
So it’s not completely without reason that Sister Liao likes Wang Jiazhi’s articles. She may not understand them, but at least their views on marriage and love are the same.
"I'd rather wander the streets than go back to that damn place. I'd rather wander until my legs are tired than go back. The world is so big, but I have no place to go."
The others listened in silence.
Wang Jiazhi understood that sadness. Home doesn't necessarily require a physical house or a place. Just the idea of it is enough. Some people wander far away, perhaps never able to return home, but knowing there's a place gives them a sense of belonging. Even if they have nothing and sleep on the streets, being together is like having a home.
Sister Liao looked at her sister, wanting to say something, but ultimately holding back. She wanted to persuade her sister, as everyone had been through the same thing before, and if she continued like this, she'd offend everyone. But then she thought about how many people she'd tried to persuade in the past, only to find no one to talk her out of it. So why would she start a fight?
Sister Liao mentioned the incident that happened at Mrs. Liang's house last time, and everyone shared the information they had heard.
"He said he was an opera singer."
"No, I heard it was from the brothel."
"I heard it was a female student from the university."
"I heard it was a temporary concubine sent by a businessman who wanted a large quantity of rice. She loved her very much, and when Mrs. Liang found out, she insisted on separating. The girl still loved her husband and had no desire to grow up together. Mrs. Liang's husband was also discouraged and took the child home, and the woman returned to her husband as usual."
"ah!"
Of course they believed what Wang Jiazhi said, because she heard it from the person with the most accurate intelligence.
A few people chatted for a while, and when it was lunchtime, the restaurant delivered dishes and cakes.
Because they wanted to give Sister Liao a big celebration, the cake was round and large, big enough for more than a dozen people. It read, "Happy Birthday, Xiaofen," and it was lit with twenty-three colorful candles.
When Sister Liao saw this, tears immediately flowed down her face.
"Thank you, thank you! No one has ever celebrated my birthday."
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts.
Her in-laws were a wealthy family, and they would always celebrate the young lady's birthday. But because she had a complete falling out with her in-laws less than a year after her marriage, they refused to celebrate her birthday.
Sister Liao held Ding Lingling in her arms, closed her eyes, made a sincere wish, and then blew out the candles. Everyone laughed and clapped, saying, "Wishes come true, wishes come true."
The cake was so big that they couldn't finish it, so they had to take it out and give it to people on the street.
Sister Xiao picked out the dishes that Sister Liao liked. Sister Liao said happily, "It's worth it to be my best friend for so many years. My parents don't even know my taste."
Everyone sighed in their hearts again.
They didn't eat much of the food; it was a rare girls' gathering, without so many elders, and besides the two servants, they were the only ones in the house. They'd drunk quite a bit, and under the influence, they'd been rambling about gossip, both plausible and insincere, and engaging in all sorts of playful banter. Sister Xiao couldn't drink because she was pregnant, and the others were sober, too. Only Sister Liao got drunk. Actually, everyone was just drinking with her.
Finally, Sister Liao hugged Ding Lingling in her arms and fell on the bed with her arms and legs spread out. She was drunk and dazed, mumbling: "The bastard parents, the bastard parents-in-law, the bastard husband, they are not good people, not good people..."
Ding Lingling was held too tightly by her and struggled desperately, but when she saw that she had no intention of letting go, she gave up struggling and remained quiet.
The other four stood at the head of the bed, looking at her silently and helplessly, sighing countless times in their hearts.
That day, people's sighs and groans filled the entire house.
We waited until Sister Liao sobered up, then coaxed her to play for a while, and didn't leave until after nine o'clock.
On the way back in the car, Sister Liao leaned on her sister, with a pile of gifts and a bunch of champagne roses beside her, and wanted to give two pieces of cloth to her sister.
"You can keep it for yourself. You are not a child anymore." After saying this, I felt disappointed.
On the way back, Wang Jiazhi recalled the scene just now. Everyone had a great time, but now Sister Liao had to go back to that hell. A wave of sadness washed over her.
Then I thought, while I am laughing at others’ short lives, who knows if I will die soon?
When we got back, Dabai and Dinglingling were covered in cream. After the little girl cleaned them up, they huddled together and fell asleep. They were so tired.
The kitten was already asleep. He had also returned, gone into the house, half his head hidden under the quilt, and fallen asleep. It was getting cold, and it would be nice if people could hibernate, too, to escape the world for the entire winter.
She took off her coat, revealing a water-green tulle dress with white rhinestones embroidered into large roses and leaves. The rhinestones on the dress looked like stars falling on her body, glittering under the nightlight. Her silver high heels, also studded with rhinestones, sparkled even more than the dress. She unbraided her hair and combed it in front of the mirror, like Cinderella removing her makeup after a ball, except she hadn't lost a shoe.
After fixing her hair, she was about to take off her skirt. Halfway through, she seemed to sense something and slowly turned her head with her eyes narrowed. Sure enough, he quietly peeked out at some point. It was unclear when this guy woke up, or if he hadn't fallen asleep at all.
She remembered Xiaolan peeking out of the cardboard box to watch her change clothes.
The zipper of her skirt was right in the middle of the back, pulled up to her waist, and the sleeves were pulled down to her elbows. Her long, flowing hair swept from her neck to her chest, just enough to reveal her entire snow-white back and most of her arms. The beautiful curve of her back extended all the way to below her waist. The tiny sparkles of rhinestones on her dress reflected on her. She looked like a musk lily bud on a quiet night, slender, graceful, and beautiful, wrapped in a light, aquamarine gauze. The curve was the meridian between the petals.
"Hate it~~"
She turned her head to look at him, like a shy little white cat.
He adjusted his posture, turning completely sideways and resting his head on the pillow to admire her.
She shyly took off her skirt and shoes, and stood barefoot in front of the mirror. She took the pajamas and was about to put them on, but turned back to see the meaning in his eyes, then lowered her head and paused, then put the pajamas back on the dressing table and took off the last of her underwear. Standing in front of the mirror, a whole flower bud, white and tender, shining dazzlingly.
“So beautiful.”
"Hate it~" She shyly covered her face with her two little paws.
When they first got together, she would take off her clothes and lie on the bed like a wildcat. When she calmed down and put on her clothes, she would be shy and lower her head to get dressed when he was around, too embarrassed to look up at her. It took several attempts before she felt better.
He moved to embrace her from behind, caressing her skin as he gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A musk lily happened to be placed on the dressing table in front of the mirror, reflecting her fair skin. There was another vase of lilies on the bedside table, also reflected from behind. He reached out his large paws and cupped the soft flesh. It was like those postcard images of a beautiful, pale naked girl amidst flowers, the blossoms covering her sensitive areas, revealing only her snow-white skin. It was beautiful, yet not at all filthy, but rather a pure beauty.
She nestled softly in his arms, whimpering and acting like a spoiled child, her little paw carelessly reaching under her pillow. What was that? He liked to put things under her pillow and let her discover them herself.
An envelope, opened to reveal a house deed. After examining it carefully for a while, she recognized it as the house in her hometown.
Because the house deed was so important, she had kept it carefully, and she had only seen it a few times. Later, they said they were leaving the house to her, but in reality, they were anxious to leave the country, fearing that a war would make it even harder to leave. The war was so chaotic that no one was willing to buy it. But her father still took the house deed with him. He refused to send money, so he sent her the deed and sold it to raise money for her education. Her father knew he couldn't go back, and that even if he asked someone to sell the house, the money probably wouldn't be sent to him. He thought it would be better to let Wang Jiazhi go to school, saving himself a lot of money.
He sent it to his aunt, fearing she would be ripped off at such a young age and then ask him for more money if she couldn't sell it. He also worried she would squander the money and then ask him for more. Wang Jiazhi's father was still confident in her, but her younger brother had gone abroad and had managed to squander the family's money, leaving him with lingering fears and even her on guard.
By the time she returned to Shanghai, her aunt had already sold the house, swearing it wouldn't fetch enough. It wasn't enough to support her education, so she, out of pity and compassion for her, gave her a good chunk of money. So, she wasn't supposed to be picky about food, and she was supposed to be diligent and discerning about household chores. All the money went toward her education, and since coal was so expensive, she stopped burning the stove in the winter.
Her aunt had such a bad temper that she would ask her grandmother for even a penny more if she spent money on groceries. She was willing to pay for her education, so Wang Jiazhi might as well believe in a ghost.
Since childhood, Wang Jiazhi has heard her father muttering about her aunt, saying that she is mean and mean, and her calculations on money are simply despicable.
Hey! He entrusted himself to such a person, and would rather give the house deed to her than to himself.
There was no other way. This was the only relative left in the family. He had to entrust her to someone else. If he really gave her the deed, she would sell the house for the money. With no relative to look after her, she wouldn't learn her lesson and squander the money. Then he would keep asking him what to do.
Although China and the US are far apart, he's always been concerned about his reputation. If his friends back home found out, what would they say about him? He's worse than an animal, even not raising his own woman! Some of those friends have gone to the UK and still have connections back home. If word spreads to the UK, what will happen to his reputation?
Wang Jiazhi wanted to study, and her father wanted her to study, too. Firstly, it was a matter of face; everyone knew he had a daughter with amazing academic ability. If word got out about her academic prowess, leaving her in the midst of war would be fine, but not wanting her to study would make him seem worse than an animal.
"I want her to come too. How can anyone trust a girl alone in China, with all the chaos and war going on? There's nothing I can do. She's so stubborn. She says she doesn't know if it's easy to get into a university abroad, and it would waste years of her time and cost the family more money. She insists on continuing her studies at university in China and coming over after she gets a scholarship to the UK. She's like me, just too stubborn and strong-willed. But the tuition for one or two years is more than our family can afford, but she refuses to agree and refuses to come to the UK with me."
His father repeatedly said this to his relatives and friends.
Of course, the more important point is that she has completed her studies and has a diploma to support herself, so she doesn't have to ask him for money anymore. Even if he does, he has a reason not to give it to her and a reasonable explanation to others.
"Your brother has stopped studying, and a lot of money is being used to support your education. We even sold our house to pay for your education. Now that you've finally earned your diploma, you're still asking for more money. Where can we get that much money to support you?"
"It's not that I'm cruel and don't care about her. Her brother gave up his studies so that she could study. She's more than one child in the family, so I should always think about her brother as well."
"He saw that my sister was studying in mainland China, with high expenses, and my mother had given birth to a younger brother. He was worried about the family's financial difficulties, so he insisted on taking a leave of absence from school to work. He would wait until my sister graduated and my younger brother was older before going back to school. I felt sorry for his filial piety, and he wanted to share the family responsibilities with me."
Although Wang Jiazhi didn't go to the UK, she was very useful to her father there. Her younger brother insisted on dropping out of school because her studies in China were expensive, leaving him with no money for further studies. His father and stepmother lost everything in their investments because her studies in China were expensive, forcing them to start a business to supplement their income. His father left her alone in China because she was so stubborn and insisted on staying to study.
Someone was sent to her hometown to visit her grave and brought back photos of her house.
He had asked if she wanted to buy it back. She felt a little comforted when she saw a photo of a ten-year-old girl playing with a kitten in front of the house.
I don't want him to buy it back. Even if I did, I wouldn't live there. It would be even more desolate just sitting there in the cold and lonely air. Now there's a family living there in harmony and happiness, which is also a comfort.
I didn't expect them to sell the house so quickly. Were they bankrupt or were they fleeing? They still had a very young daughter.
She asked how much the house was selling for, and it turned out to be less than what her aunt had told her. She didn't know what life was like for ordinary people. Things were getting more expensive, while things were getting cheaper.
"My grandparents worked hard their entire lives to save up their fortune, so much money they wanted to leave to their two children. When their daughter died, the son-in-law took the money. When their son died, the daughter-in-law took the money. In the end, it all went to outsiders. I want to take back what is mine, and I have to spend money to buy it from them. Although my aunt is very stingy with money, she spends it lavishly. I don't know how much money she has wasted just losing money playing mahjong. I don't know how much is left for my cousin. The money they saved with great difficulty is being wasted by others. When you make honey from hundreds of flowers, who is working hard for it and who enjoys the sweetness?"
Wang Jiazhi thought about being thrown into this chaotic world, abused by those scumbags, waiting in long lines before dawn in the cold to receive relief rice mixed with sand. Her father had married a foreign woman abroad, squandering vast sums of money. When she died, no one would come to collect her body.
He comforted them, "People who enjoy blessings that they don't deserve will be punished. Look, they are all in bad shape."
"They're getting their comeuppance, why should they implicate me? Besides..."
"Um?"
"I should be collecting relief rice now, or I'd have died of starvation, freezing, or disease."
"What you are enjoying now is what you deserve. I have been through life and death all my life, so what's wrong with me being given a title and having children? Maybe you should have enjoyed all these things all your life and not suffered all those hardships."
"I'm not that lucky."
She rested her chin on his chest, still holding the deed in her hand, and became thoughtful.
In their previous life, when they had just gotten together, he seemed to have been deeply irritated, and he was particularly fierce at that time. Now that I think about it, I might have irritated him again without realizing it.
He tightened his grip around her neck, tightening it more and more. She was terrified, realizing he might strangle her. But his strength was so great that she gradually lost her fear. And the feeling of being in the clouds was so wonderful. She even longed to die just like that.
But in the end he let go. She came to her senses and saw that he was looking at her with a look of pity in his eyes.
She vaguely wondered if he knew her identity.
Maybe he really wanted to strangle her just now, but not because his identity was revealed.
She was right. For a moment, he really wanted to strangle her. He had observed her these days and decided she wasn't cut out for this line of work. She might as well die if she lived a life worse than death. But he let her go. She was so young and so kind; he couldn't bear it.
He said nothing, but held her in his arms and stroked her hair and back, using this method to comfort her and dispel the fear that had just come to her.
In fact, she was not afraid at all. She had had that thought when she was in the storage room full of bugs and rats.
I wish my mother would take me with her when she dies.
When I die, my purity will return, and I will still be that beautiful, brilliant, and pure girl. In the eyes of the world, I will be a pure, beautiful, and pitiful flower. I won't have to endure the torture and humiliation of the future.
Now, even if she were dead, what would it matter? A stupid, dirty, withered, shabby thing. No one would sympathize with her, thinking it was all her own fault for not respecting and loving herself. Her father wouldn't feel guilty if he found out; he'd definitely hate her for bringing disgrace to the family and just say he didn't want her anymore.
Huang Lei said in front of so many people that she was not a good person, no wonder her own father didn't want her.
Her heart was so painful. She hated Huang Lei. These scumbags really knew how to stab people in the heart.
At that time, she was very grateful to him because he was the only one who thought that what she suffered was defilement and torture worse than death, and not what those scumbags thought was her due.
Later, he agreed to play whatever she wanted, except that way, which he never allowed again.
Of course he was not afraid of strangling her to death. Killing her was no different from killing a kitten or puppy.
She thought that perhaps she longed for him to bring her happiness and relief, and to die without pain at her happiest moment.
In the end, she died in his hands, but not on the soft bed or in his warm arms, but in the freezing cold, lonely and desolate quarry.
"Why do you say that? You weren't pursuing wealth and glory, or wanting to have a wife and children."
He smiled wistfully and said, "Does it matter what it's for? The result is the same."
"It's different!" She suddenly raised her head, pinched his face with her claws, and said, "If you really feel that way, you're no different from them. You'll either waste your life or die early."
He laughed and said, "Even if I didn't have faith when I was young, I wouldn't be that stupid."
She said firmly, "I'm afraid that those who are shrewd and profit-driven, like Wang Xifeng and Pan Jinlian, will not have a good ending."
"Yeah." He nodded like a cat.
"Old Wu can't get promoted not just because he's unpopular, but also because his talent is too poor."
"It's okay. After all, I've been doing this for so many years and I'm still alive."
"What else can he do besides running? So many people died each time before, and he always managed to escape unscathed."
"He is particularly cautious in this regard. Who doesn't fear death?"
"That means he didn't dare to risk his life when he was young."
He didn't answer, thinking about the past that he couldn't bear to look back on. He looked at Wang Jiazhi again, that familiar look, the look of pity that Wang Jiazhi had just thought of, now it was right in front of him.
"I wasn't really treated harshly by him. Maybe he was afraid of death, so he rarely saw me. But sometimes he would stare at me and scream at the top of his lungs, like a madman."
Hearing this, Lao Yi immediately had a picture in his mind. You Yuankai, that bastard! He deserved it no matter how miserable his death was! They shouldn't have let him die so soon!
"He never offers advice, relying entirely on others. He can do nothing but fuss and lash out. He has no talent at all. I don't know how he got to be an official."
"The talent is there, it just depends on who you compare yourself with."
Wang Jiazhi suddenly realized that perhaps Old Wu wasn't completely useless, but he had just suffered such a heavy blow that he realized he couldn't defeat Old Yi no matter what, so he kept using the human wave tactic to give away his lives. This bastard!
If I were in this situation, even if I knew I was no match for the other party, I would still persevere and never give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope. Such negativity and laziness, coupled with the despicable and cruel act of sending so many people to their deaths, are unsurprising considering You Yuankai's behavior in his youth: he always blamed others for everything and never reflected on himself. He also didn't like Duan Fengming that much; besides those two children, he also had several children from other wives.
"He only told me not to get him into trouble, but never told me what to do. I had to figure everything out on my own, no matter what I was capable of. Humph!"
He looked at her meaningfully. What on earth had she done? In this life, she was just a clingy cat, and I didn't see her trying to gather intelligence. In fact, even if Lao Yi still retained the memories of his past life, it would be the same. In her previous life, she was also a clingy cat, and she didn't gather intelligence.
In her room, she sobbed, tears in her eyes, and put her arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave.
He kissed her lips several times and said, "Sleep well."
Then he asked her to lie back on the bed, pulled up the quilt and told her to sleep.
When did this happen? I have no idea.
Wang Jiazhi also understood what he meant and rushed over, saying, "You are so bad!"
The little kitten was riding on her, looking at her with a pair of bright round eyes, and its two little white paws were pressing on her chest, a pair of soft and tender paws. She didn't know how tempting she looked like this...
Wang Jiazhi saw that he was looking at her with sparkling eyes like a kitten again, and he was seducing her again...
Really, I have no regrets... I... really... am not... superficial... and only care about... appearance...
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