Chapter 433
That night was very different. They didn't stay in the pub for long. On the way, he took his arm and they walked hand in hand.
Or she took the initiative to pull his paw. He tried to remain calm, but the corners of his worthless mouth couldn't help but rise.
She really didn't dislike me. Or maybe, she still disliked me, but she really liked me, so she could accept it.
When he was sober, he should have thought that she was here to lure him into killing him. Of course, she would not show that she disliked him. Is this possible?
But whenever they are together, they block out everything.
Wang Jiazhi was also very sad. He had been so proud and shining in his youth, but now he had to grovel before the Japanese. How could he bear it? No wonder he cried at the slightest provocation.
This feeling was more painful than death, and she knew it best. Even she felt this way, and his past achievements were so dazzling, the pain she felt was unimaginable. If it were her, no matter how strong she was, she would have committed suicide. Seeing him like that, she felt so heartbroken for him.
If it were someone else, she would definitely think that being servile is spineless and would rather die.
When they got to the house, as soon as she took off her coat, he put his arm around her waist and gently lifted her up, her legs wrapped around him. He carried her to the bed, and she obediently closed her eyes and asked him to undress her, her cheeks flushed.
He took off her clothes gently, then kissed her gently and kneaded her skin.
Her two snow-white, slender and soft arms were wrapped around his neck, forming a tall, slender semi-arc, like the arch of a church decorated with white roses, and her crossed hands were the white gauze bow on the arch.
That night, Wang Jiazhi finally found complete happiness. They were both fine, better than ever before. They forgot everything else, and there was only each other, and no one cried.
It was still as ecstatic and passionate as ever, but something was different. They couldn't quite figure out what it was, but they all felt it was natural.
Wang Jiazhi was timid, a face she had never felt before. Her face was much redder than before, and after fading a little, it immediately turned red again.
But being a wild cat and being shy are not at all contradictory.
She'd been shy before, but this time she was incredibly shy. But he was more eager to savor it than ever before, staring at her constantly while she shyly lowered her head. He was just that naughty. The more shy she became, the more he stared at her, his dazzling eyes making her dizzy.
She was about to shower when she got home, but after a moment's hesitation, she went straight into bed. Her knees ached; it turned out to be scrapes. She was relieved. She turned off the lights, pulled the pillow next to her into her arms, curled up like a kitten, and soothed herself to sleep. She'd drained him dry. Even if he changed his mind, he'd only be able to look at other women.
When she woke up, she knew that his physical strength would be restored to normal the next day after just a good night's sleep.
Lao Yi was still very happy and handed over the prepared envelope. Before coming, he was worried that he would not be able to deliver it.
It took him a lot of courage to let her see his worst self.
It was almost dawn, so I sent her back and went back to the yamen to sleep.
There's nothing I can do. I'm worried that she'll be too sensitive. I feel like we just got together, and now we have to go back to our own rooms when we get home. She'll be sad again.
I didn't expect to sleep until this time.
Let him think about how to go out and meet people. Others are fine, but Lao Yao and the bodyguards know where he went last night and he didn't return until the middle of the night.
The image of Wang Jiazhi from last night resurfaced before his eyes. A little wild cat leaned over him, face to face, its curly, frizzy hair drooping like tassels, touching his face. Its hair was damp. Its round, little eyes shone brightly, and its pointed fangs were revealed in a smile...
He turned to lie on his side, more comfortably. Lying in the coffin like this was too tiring. Since it was already like this, he might as well just stay at home. If anything happened, someone would definitely call him.
Cover your head, damn it, I can’t sleep.
After he finished cleaning up, he went out as if nothing had happened and asked someone to ask the kitchen to make a dose of Yinqiao Powder.
"The minister has a cold and needs to make some medicine."
"No wonder you got up so late today. You never get up like that normally."
"I was too exhausted the past few days. I didn't eat, drink or sleep. How could my body endure it?"
That's right, that's exactly what he wanted. He wasn't overindulging himself and oversleeping, he was actually sick.
But Lao Yao and the bodyguard thought to themselves, as expected, he played too hard and hurt his body, otherwise he wouldn't have caught a cold.
Old Yi had been feeling restless these past few days. He felt sad whenever he thought of Xu Huaxu down there. He looked like a man, no longer human. He hoped he would die sooner rather than suffer any more.
This guy is just like that, he'll never change this bad habit. When he was young, I told him to be more careful, but he just wouldn't listen. It was the same when he was typesetting, he always made a few mistakes.
Wang Jiazhi hadn't slept so deeply and for so long in a long time. The warm morning sun shone on her. It felt so good to catch up on sleep. She put her hands on her face and still felt warm.
The day before yesterday, Old Wu and his gang added fuel to the fire, and I have forgotten the secondary hurt and humiliation I suffered.
It was a little awkward when they met again because of her outburst at them last time. Old Wu had an even stern face and looked very impatient and disgusted with her.
Wang Jiazhi was very dissatisfied with their opinions, and she was still immersed in the lingering sound.
I really doubted myself. I couldn't tell, he was so cunning and calculating. But it shouldn't be like that. It didn't seem like that.
She hated them even more and found them even more hideous.
They just can't bear to see themselves having a good life, and they will only be happy when they torture and humiliate themselves to death.
In this life, Wang Jiazhi didn't even have the slightest patience for that group of people; she simply loathed them to the core. This was also due to the torture she'd endured in her past life. Not only were they like accomplices, harming others, but they were also incredibly unlucky. If she was even slightly happy, they'd have to ruin her mood.
Old Wu and Kuang Yumin had already seen that Wang Jiazhi had fallen in love with Old Yi. They knew that Wang Jiazhi was a simpleton, a simpleton who would complete her mission with all her heart and soul. She was so simpletoned, falling in love with someone she shouldn't have, and of course it would be very painful. But they didn't care; she was fine with it; it didn't affect them in any way.
However, Wang Jiazhi actually fell in love with Lao Yi, and was extremely distressed by this, which made them very angry and made them hate Wang Jiazhi even more. Because they all hated Lao Yi.
Seeing Wang Jiazhi becoming more radiant and sad day by day because of her love, even hearing her say "he" and "him" felt like she was talking about her own man. Countless "bitch" gushed out of their hearts.
The same is true for Meng Shunying in this life. Meng Shunying is no longer the walking corpse and numb as before. There is a glimmer of hope in her eyes. If there is any sign of infidelity or bad behavior, her hope and expectation must be cut off.
Kuang Yumin had rarely been so high-minded as to confess his feelings to Wang Jiazhi, but he hadn't expected her to reject him. She had become a bitch, how could she dare reject him? This was an unprecedented blow to Kuang Yumin. Although he had suffered many setbacks, this one was the last thing he had expected.
Even when Wang Jiazhi was innocent, I looked down on her. Now that she has become like this, she actually looks down on me.
Kuang Yumin was very frustrated by the setbacks he faced over the years, but he firmly believed that it was his lack of recognition and bad luck, not his own fault. He was very confident in his relationships, and many girls liked him since he was a child.
Wang Jiazhi had no reason to change her heart. Besides his high position and power, what else could that man compare to her? She was younger, taller, and more handsome. That arrogant, cold, and cruel old devil probably wouldn't even say a word of love to her. She was talented and considerate. Wang Jiazhi had no reason to change her mind.
He had worked hard for half his life to achieve his current success, and I had just started. Given time, I would also achieve success. If Wang Jiazhi was not a fool, she should be able to see that she had a future. She had no reason to do so.
She hated me, but it wasn't too serious. I wanted that disgusting thing to take advantage of her, but it wasn't too bad for her. And asking her to serve that old man was also for the sake of achieving great things. She should understand and know me.
Xi Shi slept with Fuchai for years for Fan Li, and Gou Jian's queen also slept with Fuchai for years for her husband. Regardless of their status, they were willing to sacrifice for men without regret, and even after being abused, they still loved and cared for their men. Wang Jiazhi was just a poor girl, so how could she be more pretentious than those noble women?
As expected, the petty-mindedness of a woman cannot be compared with the vision and insight of a lady from a noble family. A woman like Wang Jiazhi only wants to reap the benefits without any sacrifice.
I am already so pitiful and haggard, but she only thinks about herself and never feels sorry for herself. It is obvious that she didn't like herself very much at the beginning.
Ever since Wang Jiazhi broke down and mentioned some private matters in her crying fit last time, they have become even more disgusted with her.
How could a decent woman tell others about what happened in bed? It's so cheap and shameless!
"She felt comfortable sleeping with a strange man, but now she acts aggrieved in front of us. It's as if we have wronged her. She is shameless!" Old Wu and Kuang Yumin said.
Kuang Yumin also agreed with this.
Old Wu had been jealous of and disliked Old Yi since the beginning of the year, and he was always unwilling to accept it. He didn't mention his career, or his relationship with him, because he was taller and more handsome than him.
Lao Yi is so cold and ruthless to girls, yet so many girls still flock to him. Why?
This emotion also carried over into this life. He treated Meng Shunying very badly. Sometimes Meng Shunying could not bear the torture and would resist. If Meng Shunying did not agree, he would use force and beat her very severely.
He was equally ruthless and cold-blooded, so why was it that Old Yi was so popular with women, while women would just drop their faces at the sight of him? Meng Shunying, Wang Jiazhi, those female spies before him, his classmates and colleagues from his youth, even his wife, all the same in her later years. Why was his fate so miserable?
Wang Jiazhi had always imagined that her beautiful wedding night would be like in novels and movies, where the two of them would experience the sedimentation of spiritual love, naturally get married, and then entrust their best selves to each other in the warm and beautiful new home.
This was a beautiful dream she once had and she firmly believed that she would have it. But now it is impossible for her to have it, which makes her very painful.
There was a big banyan tree behind the stands of the school stadium. One afternoon that summer, she, Xiaoshuang and Meihui sat in the seats under the banyan tree in the stands to enjoy the cool air, drinking orange-flavored iced soda and eating fruits sent by Huangli Orange.
Meihui said, "My second cousin from my uncle's family is getting married next month. Since I have exams coming up soon, I decided not to go back. I asked my mother to buy a gift and say it's from me."
Xiao Shuang asked, "Do you want to live with your parents-in-law or live alone?"
Meihui said, "I'm living on my own. My parents-in-law aren't in Shanghai. We found a house and decided on it last month. My cousin is also very particular about the decoration of her new house. She has a blue and purple velvet quilt. She went to every store and couldn't find it in that color. She just wouldn't agree and insisted on finding it in that color. Is it really necessary to be so particular about the decoration of a new house?"
Xiao Shuang said, "I think so. The best for both of you is everything. A wedding is just a formality. Of course the new house should be decorated to be cozy and livable, but there's no need to go to such extremes. If my parents didn't insist on it, I wouldn't have held a wedding to give them an explanation."
Wang Jiazhi said with some regret, "Even so, the wedding night has a different meaning after all. It's about accepting who the other person is to you emotionally, and who you are to the other person. It's almost a ritual. Of course, I hope to leave the most perfect memory."
She felt very sad that she would never have it.
Meihui continued, "And the bouquet, she insisted on being different, asking for white gentian. The only gentian flowers you can buy are purple, and where can you find white? She said the flower has a moving meaning, and that it means you can only love one person for a lifetime. Isn't it the same with roses? She said roses are too tacky."
Xiao Shuang said, "Why not use peonies instead? I saw it in a magazine a few days ago, and the meaning of peonies is also, 'I only love you among millions of people.' It's not like roses, which everyone uses."
Meihui said, "She wouldn't listen even if I told her. Let her just mind her own business. My mom said my second brother-in-law told my second sister that the family has lost a lot of money in business over the years, and she might not get any property when the time comes. She will have to rely on herself in the future. My second sister said she can accept it and doesn't need to rely on the family anymore."
Xiao Shuang said, "Then your second brother-in-law is a very good man. Some men are very bad. They only confess after they get married and see that they can't escape."
Meihui said, "That's right. Be clear before getting married. If the other party can accept it, that's fine. If not, don't force it. If you keep it secret, you'll have to live together in the future, and the truth will come out. If it gets awkward, life won't be easy, and you'll hurt others and yourself. Isn't that a loss for both parties? They're looking at wedding rings now, and the wedding preparations are almost complete."
Looking at houses, sharing their shortcomings, buying jewelry, preparing for life together before marriage, and the sense of ceremony on the wedding night...
These familiar yet unfamiliar processes flashed through Wang Jiazhi's mind.
Could it be that he was serious about this? He wasn't just simply keeping a mistress. It wasn't like in novels, giving her a house and a servant, and then having her come once or twice a month for half a day or a day. The rest of the time, the woman would be alone in her empty room, waiting anxiously. He was looking for a life together that would last forever...
Wang Jiazhi was lost in thought, biting the straw from the soda bottle.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you choke?" Xiaoshuang asked.
She took a big sip while distracted and choked on the gas in the soda.
After returning home, Wang Jiazhi read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and happened to read the chapter "River City". There was a line in it: She is as rosy as a new bride, with red cheeks.
Oh my god, she felt her face getting terribly hot, remembering that wrong night...
The Story of Zhou Zhi:
The petals of gardenia fell one after another, landing on his clear and sad beautiful back. He rested his head on his two paws, quietly watching the colorful fish in the pond, with the tips of his ears trembling slightly.
"He must have thought that he was like the fish in the pond. He looked glamorous and noble, but he had no control over his own behavior and had lost his freedom."
When she thought of this, she threw herself on his back with tears in her eyes, pressed her whole body against him, rested her head on his shoulder, and hugged him tightly with her two paws.
"He is full of evil and crimes. He is a scourge! You are a fox demon. You have bewitched the emperor and harmed the people. You deserve to be doomed and die a miserable death. You will not have a good ending!" Kuang Yumin roared in grief.
He seemed to hear nothing, still quietly resting his paws on the fish. Only she noticed that his lips trembled slightly, there seemed to be a little tear in his eyes, the tips of his ears drooped slightly, and the tip of his tail, which had been gently wagging, had stopped moving.
"Pao Lao." She squeezed out these two words from between her teeth.
"My king, he is a disaster. Don't let him deceive you! He harms others and himself, and you will also be harmed by him and be doomed to eternal damnation!"
She saw that his ears drooped even lower, the tears in his eyes seemed to be heavier, his lips seemed to tremble even more violently, and even the tip of his tail began to tremble slightly.
"Scorch and lingchi!!! I want to see which is harder, the knife that's going to skin you alive, or your words!"
"Ah!!! He's a monster, he's a disaster! You vixen, you only know how to act pitiful and deceive people. I cry, I feel sad too. Why should he be favored while I have to be burned and tortured? It's not fair! Ah!!! It's not fair!"
He was still quiet, not saying a word, but he stopped looking at the fish in the water. He buried his head in his claws, his back trembling slightly, like a mournful and beautiful butterfly.
"After the slow slicing, throw his rotten heart, lungs, bones and flesh to the dogs!"
"Ah!!!" Kuang Yumin was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hurry up and get some water! The tail is dirty and it won't be cleaned off if you delay!"
She frantically wiped the blood spots on one of her tails with a handkerchief.
Secretary Zhang hurriedly brought water over, thinking to himself, "It was just two pinpoint-sized splashes, so you wouldn't be able to see them unless you looked closely. Such pretentiousness! Ah! The queen had to act like a brothel."
Xiao Shuang took out the tools helplessly, muttering, "Really? I'm already exhausted after just blasting and skinning Old Wu. Now I have to do this kind of work again. He's a nuisance even after his death." He glanced at Kuang Yumin, who was dying and only three-quarters cooked.
"Being broken doesn't mean being cowardly, and being depressed doesn't mean looking sad. Can anyone learn to be a foxy woman? Idiot!"
I looked at Old Wu again and sighed. After skinning Kuang Yumin, I still had to cut them into pieces and feed them to the dogs. Oh my god, I’m so tired!!!
"Being a tyrant doesn't mean you're a villain!" These two are hurting others and themselves.
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