Chapter 90
Wang Jiazhi checked into the hotel, and Lai Xiujin wanted to go in and see the prosperity of the rich, but the old maid wouldn't let her go, so she went to see her off herself. She also took her with her to avoid attracting attention.
Lai Xiujing looked outside for a while, his eyes became moist, and he quickly left.
Why can't I even look at it? I can't enjoy the life of luxury, and I can't even take a look at it.
When she returned to her residence, she threw herself on the bed and burst into tears.
Why was I in this hell now, when all this had nothing to do with me? I couldn't wear nice clothes, couldn't contact my family, lived in this tiny, shabby house, lived in the shadows, and was constantly terrified of being caught. I wasn't like Wang Jiazhi, who had no one to support her.
Wang Jiazhi can wear gold and silver and live in high-end hotels. Why?
"Let her get ahead of herself, then shoot her to death!"
Lai Xiujin said fiercely in his heart. That's right, guns don't have eyes.
She was only feeling proud for a few days, and in a few days she would make that short, ugly old pervert rape her to death.
Kuang Yumin said that the man was ugly and wretched, and was the best at torturing women.
Wait until she's been abused and tortured enough, then shoot her to death. Wang Jiazhi, you deserve it.
Lai Xiujing felt better after thinking about it this way.
After the old woman left, Wang Jiazhi sat alone on the bed. The room was quiet; she was finally alone.
But she felt very sad because all her things were taken away: her manuscripts, photo albums, letters from Zhou Minlin and Xiaoshuang, and the painting.
The old woman said she would preserve it for her, but she didn't believe it. It must have been burned and destroyed by now. Her heart was bleeding. The things she cherished so much were worthless in the eyes of others, trampled on and destroyed at will.
There is nothing strange about it. In their eyes, human life is like grass, let alone those things.
Wang Jiazhi wished she had a very small room where she could store her small box of things. It was her fault that she had nothing, not even a painting or a letter.
Wang Jiazhi tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep. She recalled that she hadn't slept that first night either, but her mood was completely different.
At that time, I was very excited and even happy, feeling that all my previous sacrifices were not in vain. I had no idea that the world was unpredictable and what I would face.
It was the same now, she didn't know what was waiting for her, but it wouldn't end well.
The ancients believed in destiny, but a few years ago, she didn't believe it. After experiencing these things, she believed in fate more and more. A person's fate is predetermined and cannot be escaped. Even if they start over again, the result will be the same.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "Can you bury me this time?"
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