Chapter 8 Mother is more valuable than son
The air above the dining table was stagnant.
Zhai Xia Xia frequently looked up at her youngest brother and her fourth brother's wife, who had gradually become out of touch with her memory.
The atmosphere between the two is very weird.
Aren't they embarrassed?
Zhai Xia Xia knew that in the eyes of others, she was an emotionally unstable lunatic who would lose her temper at any time.
But can't a madman be embarrassed? A madman can be embarrassed too.
Her sensitive emotions, like her temper, would sometimes appear down to earth and fit in with others. It was hard to say whether her occasional sensitivity had a causal relationship with her temper.
In short, the conclusion she finally came to was: there were few normal people in the entire Zhai family, and she was certainly not one of them.
For example, the gentle elder sister she felt was actually a conceited invisible tyrant, the adopted brother in front of her was a heartless ungrateful wolf whose heart was so dark and deep, and her fourth brother was a fool without conscience, just as foolish as her.
As for her fourth sister-in-law, she knew very well that she was sensitive, self-doubting, humble and timid.
I don't know what happened during the time she was away recently that made her suddenly become like this.
Zhai Xia Xia concealed her pensive expression.
Cui Jing put down her chopsticks and swallowed the last bite of rice. She didn’t eat well. It would be a miracle if she could eat well.
"Jingjing, let's talk later." Zhai Yang's silence did not last for half a quarter of an hour. Seeing that his wife was about to leave, he called her.
"We have nothing to talk about."
You'd better give me a divorce agreement, Cui Jing thought without turning back.
But she didn't say it.
If people express their true needs before achieving their goals, they will be blocked from all sides.
Zhai Yang, with a face of a cool male god, quickly grabbed Cui Jing's hand, but Cui Jing opened it with a "snap". The back of her hand instantly turned red, which showed how rude this woman was.
"Jingjing, my patience is limited."
"My patience is limited, Zhai Yang." Cui Jing said as she pulled her smoky purple silk shawl.
Zhai Yang's reserved brows were filled with a hint of displeasure.
He didn't understand what Cui Jing was dissatisfied with. He had been missing for quite some time for no reason, but as far as he knew.
As Mrs. Zhai, Cui Jing naturally did not receive any financial abuse. There was no upper limit on the amount on the card, and she did not need to work. She just cooked at home and took care of her parents on weekdays.
Even though I stopped cooking later, the Cui family didn't say anything.
What is she upset about?
"Cui Jing." Zhai Yang put down his chopsticks, kept calm and chased after her, saying calmly, "I need to talk to you."
Cui Jing's pace became faster and faster. Zhai Yang stepped over her in two or three steps. Cui Jing pretended that there was no such person in front of her. She just wanted to provoke him.
Zhai Yang leaned against the solid wooden door that was about to close with a dark face and called her full name, "Cui Jing."
"You only know the name?"
"I know you're unhappy."
"More than that." She suddenly smiled at him, her bright eyes seemed to have been washed countless times by the nectar that fell from the sky, clear and naturally filled with ambiguous warmth.
There was a hint of mystery on her face.
The exposed neck and chest have a slender neck, and the slightly raised part above the chest is plump, fair, and elastic, bright and even overexposed under the light.
He suddenly thought of a sentence.
——Fat is divine.
He found himself attracted to her once again. He chose to marry her in the first place because she was pretty enough and eye-catching in the crowd. At first glance, she had big breasts and a thin waist, and her good figure could not be concealed even through her ordinary clothes.
People often have a misunderstanding and think that beauties are everywhere.
But Zhai Yang thinks this is not the case. Beautiful women are an extremely scarce resource.
He was very picky and had very high standards. Xue Yijie was the first one who caught his eye, and Cui Jing was the second one. One of them was his first love, and the other was his wife.
The wife opened and closed her lips, "Because...I think you're dirty."
She smiled, frowned, and showed disgust. She looked at him with a disinterested look, and then she began to talk in a dreamlike manner, "A year ago I had a dream that my husband would die in a car accident."
"This dream came true after we got married."
"After you disappeared I started having another dream over and over again."
"Guess what I dreamed about?" Cui Jing's smile became even more playful.
"I dreamed that you were actually a disgusting homosexual."
As Cui Jing spoke, she suddenly covered her lips with her slender hand, as if she was nauseated because of psychological disgust. The bright green emerald inlaid on the nail, like dry black water grass, reflected her light-colored lips.
Lips have the texture of fudge.
The lip color is like dyed light pink vegetable tanned leather, and it feels warm and dry to the touch.
"It turns out that in reality you are a disgusting gay who is trying to cheat on you."
Zhai Yang suddenly shifted his gaze away from her lips, took a few steps back, and his brain buzzed.
She knows?
"How many men have touched this body of yours, Young Master Zhai? Do you have regular physical examinations? Are you sick?"
His chest rose and fell violently as he was insulted by her unbearable words. He said in a low voice with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Don't make trouble and distort the facts."
He just happens to like someone of the same gender as him.
He and Xue Yijie had a pure platonic love during their student days. At most they touched hands, but they never did those things, let alone messed around outside.
"Really?" Cui Jing looked at him with a pair of large, calm eyes, as if a storm was brewing in her eyes. "I don't believe it."
He was horrified to see a bit of suppressed hysteria in it.
This reminded him of his mother.
"You are lying." Zhai Yang calmed down. "This is ridiculous. How can dreams come true?"
She must have investigated herself. Since she is his wife and is in this position, naturally people in this industry will come to her for money.
She just cares too much about herself, that's why.
"Really? I dreamed about you again recently."
Zhai Yang became more and more frightened. He, a person who did not believe in ghosts and gods, was actually curious about such unscientific nonsense.
"What did you dream about me?" But he couldn't help but speak.
"I dreamed that you were really hit by a car."
"Cui Jing!" Zhai Yang's voice suddenly became louder.
This woman must have turned her love for him into hatred.
She loves herself too much.
"If you want revenge on me, just tell me." Zhai Yang clamped her hands tightly again.
Cui Jing was grabbed by the wrist several times a day by him. Without hesitation, she raised her other free hand and hit him in the face as he approached her in anger.
The third time.
She wanted to see if his memory would not allow “three times the limit”.
Zhai Yang's eyes turned red with anger after being beaten, and he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist.
He is tall and handsome, but by no means thin, and is even quite strong, with the good professional qualities of a leading role.
——Including but not limited to not eating on time and working out until three or four in the morning without fear of sudden death in the company gym.
Now, a rare uncontrollable violence was emerging from his whole body. His usual rationality and calmness were completely gone, and he was like a mad dog that could bite people to death.
"What? Are you going to hit a woman?" He blocked the light, and Cui Jing said calmly in his shadow.
Zhai Yang endured and put his hand down. He looked at her for a long time with his dark eyes, and his expression suddenly calmed down.
She was irritating herself.
"Unreasonable."
It seems that he is going to put the divorce plan on the agenda early.
He slammed the door and walked out.
...Finally scared him away.
This was exactly what Cui Jing wanted, as she didn't want to fulfill any marital obligations.
Zhai Yang didn't come back for several days.
In the next few days, she and Mrs. Chen went about their daily lives, wasting time and enjoying life.
Mrs. Chen made an appointment for skin care, and Cui Jing was waiting for her on the side. The technician gave Cui Jing a facial massage and touched the side of her face. He found the muscles a little stiff, which made Cui Jing's cheeks sore.
Cui Jing touched her face and found that the masseter muscles on both sides were indeed a little uneven.
"Cui Jing" originally had the habit of chewing with one side of her teeth.
But her face is not big to begin with, and she looks in the mirror every day, so her eyes are used to it and she can't see any asymmetry.
Since she was already there, Cui Jing made an appointment to have her masseter muscles injected some other day.
Passing by a dental clinic that had been open for many years opposite a Grade A hospital, Cui Jing pulled Mrs. Chen in.
The two decayed teeth of the original owner were repaired, and an X-ray was taken to extract two impacted wisdom teeth that had not yet become inflamed, otherwise it would have been a hidden danger.
After that, Cui Jing stayed in bed at home for a few days. Her teeth were so swollen that her face became round, like a cute version of a bee puppy. After the swelling subsided, she went to get braces to fix her slightly crooked teeth.
Now Cui Jing can only drink the porridge cooked by the nanny every day. Today it is shrimp and egg porridge, tomorrow it is century egg and lean meat porridge, and the day after tomorrow it is the improved and upgraded version of three-fresh porridge, and she cooks it in different ways.
Cui Jing still felt bored. She drank porridge every day, so she couldn't even order any dishes. So she just let the aunt do whatever she wanted.
Thinking about what to eat can really make one's mind empty and empty in an instant.
She walked downstairs with her hair disheveled and her face dejected. She looked a little listless and her face looked even smaller.
The bucktoothed face of the "beautiful three-point abalone" which was not ugly to begin with and could be considered good-looking, became a little more cold after the dental arch was retracted.
But her upper lip was slightly upturned, and she looked at people with a cold and dreamy look, and the only trace of roughness on her face was completely eliminated.
The aura of extravagance and luxury was particularly strong, as if countless colorful ribbons of metallic gas had turned into corrupt rain falling on the ground.
This feeling was especially strong when she was wearing no makeup and her hair was casually loose.
Zhai Xia Xia was just about to mock her for not eating properly today, but she was stunned by an inexplicable atmosphere.
What's with this inexplicable sense of luxury!
It seems that even the dining table has been elevated! It seems that even the life of the bystander has become brighter! This person is wearing no makeup, right?
Cui Jing was pleasantly surprised as she carried a bowl of black chicken and white jade soup with red dates and wolfberries floating in it and was about to go back to her room, ignoring the person standing beside her.
Most of the men and women in this book have an attitude of "I don't listen to you and I don't care, you are so-and-so."
The best way is to interrupt their spellcasting directly.
Cui Jing's room is very big. It has everything you need in a room, and is no different from a three-bedroom apartment.
Her phone screen lit up again.
[Seventh Night]: Your husband is really not a good person. He has wasted your youth. Do you still love him?
【Sunset】:Not bad.
Cui Jing replied.
[Seventh Night]: Why not hold on to what you can hold on to? Love is not something you can eat. If you can still profit from it now, you might as well make plans early, such as...
[Seventh Night]: A mother's status depends on her son.
Auston was sitting on the dark leather sofa in the office, wearing a formal suit, typing those words on the private message interface of his mobile phone.
Finally, the topic has come to this.
The next question is what kind of information should I send her, Austin thought, let's do something drastic. As for how angry Zhai Yang would be and how he would treat his wife, what does that have to do with him?
The phone vibrated, and the person replied to the message.
After reading this, Auston's expression darkened.
In contrast to the scorching sun blocked outside the window, the platinum hair that was not illuminated looked slightly cold, and his gloomy eyes revealed even more ruthlessness.
【Sunset】: Let’s talk about it later.