Chapter 96
Wang Jiazhi woke up. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. It was dark outside, the rain was still falling, but the quilt was still warm.
She was a little confused, it shouldn't be a dream.
It was always like this. If they didn't need to go together, he would leave after she fell asleep. I didn't know when he left.
That kind of confused loneliness when the world was first created.
He was thinner, and the herbal smell on him had changed a little.
After a while, her mother knocked on the door and asked her if she was awake.
"What's up?"
"My wife is back. She asked Mrs. Mai to go out and play cards."
"good."
Wang Jiazhi thought that these were all romantic debts that she had to pay back, so she quickly packed up and left.
Wang Jiazhi was absent-minded during the mahjong game, but even if she lost more by concentrating, she didn't mind. Mrs. Yi didn't seem unusual, but she might as well not show it. Judging from her words and expressions, she felt that she was just being silly, so it would be strange if she could see it.
Later on, she gradually realized that her mother was his, even though she was Mrs. Yi's confidant on the surface. Of course, her mother had to hide his affairs for him.
Wang Jiazhi thought about it this way: her husband was unfaithful and had different dreams from her. His friends all had ulterior motives, and even the servants were not his confidants. Mrs. Yi was pitiful. But then she thought again: people are too busy and there are too many things to do. How many true and sincere people can there be? Most people don't have any, and not only that, they can hardly even have wealth and stability.
She looked at the door from time to time, even though she knew he rarely came out of the study once he entered it.
She didn't pay attention to what others said and was thinking about other things.
In the past, it was very painful. She had to concentrate on dealing with the people around her and remembering so many things, while also being unable to stop thinking. Her mind was always extremely tense. She was on the verge of collapse.
Now it’s better, because I am almost waiting to die, I have nothing to fear.
Wang Jiazhi had already planned how she would die. If it really came to that, no matter what Kuang Yumin and the others did, she didn't want to end up like she had before. At worst, she could die alone, and that would be the end of it. With that pill, it would be easy.
If Lao Yi still had some conscience, it would be better to bury her. She always thought so in her heart.
Whenever she lost at mahjong, she would always wonder if the money she lost was enough to buy a small plot of land to bury her. She knew it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help but think about it.
After a few rounds of mahjong, Wang Jiazhi became more sober after losing money. From what they said, it was probably the broker who came to Mrs. Liao's house. Mrs. Yi and Mrs. Xiao were also there.
In order to save face, Mrs. Liao bought a very expensive ring.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "No wonder they still want to play mahjong in the rain."
This was an attempt to recoup some of the losses. It was said that Mrs. Liao and her husband had a very bad relationship. Her husband had an affair and had more children than they did at home, and he spent most of his time away from home. Naturally, her husband was reluctant to spend too much money on her, and the more he did so, the more he didn't want to lose face in front of others.
Wang Jiazhi thought that the others were the same, knowing full well that this was the case but still deliberately goading her into spending money.
Wang Jiazhi was not sure whether she had any relationship with Old Yi, but seeing how awkward the relationship between Mrs. Yi and her was, the possibility was very high.
But now there should be nothing between Lao Yi and her, so Wang Jiazhi began to feel some sympathy for him.
Several wives of officials were very interested and played all night long.
Mrs. Liao mentioned the discord between her niece and her husband.
She said, "The young couple were both young and seemed to be doing well at first, but how come they are like this now? They ignore each other and start arguing whenever they see each other. They leave everything in the house in a mess. They've only been married for three years, what are they going to do in the future?"
Mrs. Yi said, "It might be better if we have a child."
Mrs. Liao said, "It's the same even if you have a child. It's even more troublesome to drag a little one along." There was seriousness and sadness in her tone.
It was not convenient for others to say anything.
Mrs. Xiao said, "Mrs. Mai, are you a good husband and wife?"
Wang Jiazhi was so sleepy that she was a little distracted. Mrs. Liao asked, "Mrs. Mai, is your husband good to you?"
Wang Jiazhi finally perked up a bit and blurted out, "He doesn't."
She didn't know what had happened to her at that time, but she couldn't help but call him "husband". After saying that, she felt so ashamed. Who was she? He looked down on her like that.
He smiled and said, "What did you call me?"
She turned her head and said nothing.
"Call again."
She picked up the tea and took a sip to refresh herself.
Mrs. Liao said, "Mrs. Mai is so likable, how could my husband not like her?"
Wang Jiazhi said, "He didn't even watch the movie with me. It's really a shame to wait for him."
Mrs. Yi suddenly said, "I think Mr. Mai is very honest. You all seem to be doing well. How could this happen?"
Only then did Wang Jiazhi realize that Mrs. Yi was talking about Ouyang.
She was thinking about how to start when she felt a huge pressure coming from behind her.
Mrs. Yi said, "Get up."
"You guys played all night."
No wonder Mrs. Yi suddenly said this, because she saw him coming. He slept at home yesterday, and he was exhausted. He slept all night, and she played mahjong with him all night and even gave him money. What a person.
Luckily, I didn't say anything. Sometimes, even though I was complaining, people who don't know the situation might think it was a show of affection with a subtle compliment. If he heard it, I wonder if he would think too much.
He sometimes liked to eavesdrop, a habit she'd discovered several times later. Sometimes he'd deliberately keep his footsteps quiet near the door, eavesdropping on what was going on inside. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard.
Thinking of this, Wang Jiazhi felt that she was being too sentimental. How could he care so much? It would be a miracle if he was jealous.
Mrs. Liao asked, "Mrs. Mai has been married for many years."
Wang Jiazhi said, "Three years."
I thought to myself that I would never stop asking questions, but he was right behind me.
Mrs. Liao asked again, "Then it's time to get pregnant."
Wang Jiazhi remained silent. She couldn't bear to hear anyone mention the child, especially now that he was around. Strangely, the herbal smell was gone, probably from yesterday's bath.
Bringing up the issue of offspring in front of him and Mrs. Yi was obviously a form of revenge by Mrs. Liao.
Of these wives, only Mrs. Yi had no children, so she tried to avoid mentioning them. But their world consisted of nothing more than men and children, and sometimes when someone brought up the subject, Mrs. Yi looked melancholy.
Normally, for a family like theirs, where the couple had no children, the wife, no matter how reluctant she was, had no reason to object to taking a concubine. He had so many women outside, but he just didn't have one. She once thought it was him...
Some people raise children out of emotional needs, while others do so purely for reproduction, viewing the continuation of the family line as a responsibility that must be fulfilled and a life achievement that must be achieved.
Just like her father, daughters were useless, life or death was irrelevant, but sons had to be taken away. But when the second wife had a son, the first wife's son was no longer important, as long as there was a son.
A rebellious person like Lao Yi probably never thought that passing on the family line was a necessity of life, especially at the later stage when he no longer needed children.
Wang Jiazhi felt melancholy. Even if he knew he had an unborn child, he might not be sad. He might even be glad that he hadn't given birth to the child.
Mrs. Xiao said, "How's the Chinese medicine doctor I recommended a few days ago? Is he any better?"
He said, "Thank you, I feel much better."
Mrs. Yi said, "It's really getting better. I have to thank Mrs. Xiao very much. I took many prescriptions before but they didn't work."
Mrs. Xiao said, "What did I tell you? His family said that his ancestor was the imperial physician who treated the Empress Dowager Cixi. He can cure difficult and complicated diseases that are usually incurable."
The old woman cooked some wontons. She took a few bites and Mrs. Liao beside her exclaimed, "Ah!" and looked at her in surprise.
Mrs. Liao pointed to her arm. There was a bruise above her wrist.
She whispered, "I knocked it accidentally."
She had only just discovered that sometimes he didn't use enough force, and she didn't notice it at the time, but only realized it later. Of course, she couldn't say anything about him, because she herself was always too impulsive.
She might have been fine under normal circumstances, but now that he was around, she felt even more guilty. She secretly observed the expressions of the others.
At this time, Mrs. Liao won, and everyone counted the money. He also turned and left.
I thought to myself, “I just like watching this little guy lose money.”
When Wang Jiazhi lost money, her expression of pain, helplessness and grievance was like that of a kitten whose dried fish had been stolen.
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