Thinking of this, his previous dislike for his wife's nagging and being noisy immediately vanished. Wang Haiyang had just suppressed a strong feeling of guilt, which now enveloped his heart.
Li Chunlan's back stiffened. Wang Haiyang turned off the desk lamp and grabbed Li Chunlan's shoulders and rushed over. He kissed her deeply on the lips that he hadn't kissed for a long time. He kissed her passionately and his palms were filled with the heat of desire.
In just a few seconds, Li Chunlan's pure cotton vest, which only old ladies wore, was thrown to the ground, followed by her pink shorts and panties.
Wang Haiyang gave out all the enthusiasm he could and treated the most ordinary woman under him as a princess.
Li Chunlan, who had been dry for a long time, could no longer bear this passion. She sighed comfortably while thinking sadly in her heart:
Other people's husbands pay their taxes, which is natural. But for her husband, having sex with her is like charity, a way of expressing guilt, an apology, and a way of expressing her guilt and the need to save money.
When Wang Haiyang's tired breathing after a fight sounded in the room, Li Chunlan's eyes flickered in the night. She reached out and gently stroked the drooping tool: "Haiyang, I want more."
That night, she wished she could cripple her husband in one go.
…
At dawn the next day, Wang Haiyang got up early with a hurt look on his face and went to the flower, bird and fish market.
I walked from beginning to end before I found two small shops selling the same bonsai.
After much persuasion, I left my watch and work ID there, and agreed with the store owner to go to the bank to withdraw money during lunch break, and only then did I move the potted plants away.
He tidied up the meeting room and stared at the potted plant for a moment. To others, it was a pleasing sight.
For him, just one look at it made him feel heartbroken, as it was something that would make his family financially strapped in an instant.
Just when Wang Haiyang was stunned, the director pushed open the door with a kettle in his hand.
"Ah, Xiao Wang is here."
"Good morning, Chief."
There was no surprise on the director's face, and he even glanced at the meeting room to see if it was intact.
The building was full of police officers, so it was obvious that they had made some discoveries, and the news reached the chief's ears early in the morning.
But when the director was about to scold his baby, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and he couldn't pretend anymore.
This toy was expensive, a gift from someone else. The director was afraid that it would have a bad influence if such an expensive thing was placed in his office, so he moved it to the conference room based on the idea that happiness is better shared than enjoyed alone.
Since this thing was moved to a public place, he still doesn't use it on anyone else and takes care of it himself, which shows that it is his favorite.
Wang Haiyang didn't understand why the director was unhappy. He looked at the potted plants again, and then he said with a determined heart, explaining:
"Commander, I'm sorry. Something happened at home yesterday, and it got to you. I'm really sorry to bother you. I just bought it back in its original condition."
"Where's the original one?"
"I threw it away."
"Ah." The director's smile was unnatural, and he patted Wang Haiyang's shoulder to comfort him. In reality, only he knew that his heart was bleeding and he was very dissatisfied.
Oh, this Chief Wang. He's ruined my dream. Never mind. The bureau is full of rough guys. I guess they don't have any family to raise or understand. I've never seen one before.
"It's okay, go to work."
The director left with the kettle in hand, not even bothering to water the new bonsai. He didn't sound dissatisfied, but Wang Haiyang felt heavy-hearted.
He spent so much money, but in the end all he got in return was resentment from his leader.
Although he still didn't understand, what was the big deal? It looked the same, and it wasn't like he hadn't paid for it.
Because of this incident, Wang Haiyang had no intention of attending the interrogation that morning. He sat in his office smoking and thinking about nothing.
When he heard someone calling Director Zuo in the corridor, he hurried out of the office, endured the strange looks from several colleagues, and called Zuo Tao in to ask a few questions.
He couldn't care about his superiors or subordinates, nor anything else. He could only ask Zuo Tao if he had any questions and embarrass himself in front of him.
Zuo Tao listened and gave some pointers, saying:
"The value of a bonsai does not only depend on the tree species. Those who like it also pay attention to the artistic value of its appearance. Haha, Chief Wang, what's more, our boss has been raising it for two years." Patting the other person's shoulder, Zuo Tao turned and left with a smile.
…
The morning sunlight reflected on Wang Haiyang's straight figure. He looked outside with an uneasy heart. From his angle, he could see the hustle and bustle on several streets.
For him, the big thing about his future is more important than anything else.
But at this moment, he was confused.
When he was in that small county town in another province, he told himself to work hard, so he worked overtime desperately, and he really did it.
But when I arrived in Kyoto, I realized that hard work alone is not enough, and I often feel powerless.
For example, Director Zuo has everything he wants, and he works incredibly hard, risking his life. This doesn't suggest he's someone who relies solely on hard work. And there are many people like Zuo Tao in the office building.
Wang Haiyang supported his forehead with his hand, and he couldn't help but think of Chu Yiqing again, and began to involuntarily imagine what his wife would be if she was Chu Yiqing, this question of fate.
Do you regret it? Yes.
The more realistic the society is, the more helpless things you see, and the more regrets you will have.
Why would he choose a wife who can't help him in anything? If he hadn't had a chance, he would have accepted it, but God clearly gave him a chance, and he missed it.
He couldn't figure out whether what he couldn't bear to part with was the youth of those years, or the glimmer of hope that could change his fate.
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