Chapter 20 What I Wish For
"Beep, beep."
Cui Jing stood at the door and knocked.
"How did you get up here?" Zhai Yang stood up to greet him in surprise, his voice rising at the end, and the cold and distant air dissipated immediately.
"Didn't I say I would pick you up?" Zhai Yang looked at her with surprise in his eyes.
On the surface, the people in the company are doing their own job, but privately the news has already spread. Everyone is looking at their computers or working, but their minds are actually elsewhere. People passing by the office will stare at it.
Invisible eyes seemed to be focused on the office door.
"What? You don't welcome me?" Cui Jing said with a smile.
Zhai Yang began to have a headache, and that feeling of helplessness came back. He started to have a headache whenever he heard this kind of rhetorical question.
"come in."
"Just kidding, I bought you a cup of coffee while passing by." Cui Jing didn't answer him or go in, but talked about something else, "Just now, a woman came to see you downstairs."
"It seems to be called something like Si."
"She seems hostile to me." Cui Jing suddenly attacked, "Zhai Yang, tell me, is this your problem?"
She raised her hand and patted his face, her movements were gentle and somewhat playful and frivolous.
Zhai Yang closed his eyes and forgot to stop her.
"No, Jingjing, I don't know where he came from." After reacting, he kept his voice calm, without any anger on his face.
People watching silently: Oh!
Madam is here to call for punishment, but how dare she slap Mr. Zhai in the face like this.
"I hope this kind of thing won't happen again, okay?" Cui Jing's cold and delicate tone became a little warmer, her eyes teasing, "Husband."
Zhai Yang had never been called like that before, and she had never been called like that before, so she felt a little weird for a moment.
There was no trace of strangeness on his face, and he said softly, "I'm sorry."
Cui Jing then walked in with satisfaction, "So good."
The office door was closed, blocking the view of people outside.
"You just now." Zhai Yang turned around and found that Cui Jing's expression had changed. The smile in her eyes, which had been smiling just now, now disappeared, and she put the coffee down casually.
She took out one of the cups and bit the straw with her moist lips. "Zhai Yang, I'm not kidding."
"Get rid of those girls around you. I don't want them to provoke me."
"Sorry, I'll take care of it."
For long-term partners, Zhai Yang subconsciously blocks emotional explanations and rationally chooses the best answer to solve problems and avoid conflicts.
"You cooperated well just now." After getting a satisfactory answer, Cui Jing praised him again.
She seldom praised him.
When there were no outsiders at home, he was like an invisible man in her eyes, and the indulgent tone of her questions from time to time at night made him unable to cope.
He was in an inexplicably good mood after being praised like this, and he didn't notice the curve of his lips.
Cui Jing stayed for an hour.
She leaned on whatever place she went, if there was a sofa, she would lean on it. In short, she would never stand if she could sit, and would never sit if she could lie down.
After watching two episodes of British and American dramas while lying on the sofa, Cui Jing put away her phone.
"I go first."
"I'll take you down." Zhai Yang stood up and said, "The corner of your clothes is sticking out."
This time Cui Jing did not refuse.
She looked down at the hem of her clothes and tucked the corner in.
The company's employees saw that the office door, which had been silent for a long time, opened, and Mr. Zhai sent his wife downstairs. The two walked together, and their looks and figures were extremely well matched.
I also thought that my wife and Mr. Xiao Zhai were in a free love relationship at the beginning, and it was not a business marriage, so they were not a good match.
Is it true love?
……
In the following days, Cui Jing found that Zhai Yang could understand what people said better - after she signed an agreement with Zhai Yang and her identity changed from his partner to his alliance partner.
Zhai Yang goes to the company every day regardless of the weather, physically exhausted and spiritually exhausted by emotions.
It depends on my agreement when I come back. My wife comes back with big bags regardless of the weather, raising fish and playing with cats.
She recently got a cat.
It is white and plump, with round blue eyes, and meows all day long, but its ears are not very good, so it has a slight disability.
In contrast to her leisurely life, Zhai Yang occasionally doubts the meaning of his work.
He has been visibly haggard in recent times, not physically but mentally, as tense as a string that seems like it will break in the next second.
Cui Jing, who had been to Zhai Yang's company, knew that he was always surrounded by many beautiful women, and there were many troubles standing between him and the protagonist.
As time went by, a deeper rift appeared between Zhai Yang and the protagonist.
"He's with someone else." When Zhai Yang came home from get off work that day, he smelled of cigarettes.
"Who? The person you like." Cui Jing chewed the potato chips with a crunching sound and watched the funny video with a smile on her face.
"Ah."
"That's a pity." Cui Jing stopped laughing and looked over with a pair of calm, cold and beautiful eyes. "But I believe your sincerity can move heaven and earth."
He was aware of her sarcasm and at the same time masochistically felt that this was what he deserved.
But…but no matter how he is punished, "How can he be with other people?"
Cui Jing saw the desperate look in his eyes and quietly moved away from him, "You are already a married man, how can others be willing to be with you."
"I told him that we have agreed to be husband and wife, and I will take care of everything." Zhai Yang suddenly pleaded with her nervously.
"You testify for me that our marriage is just a sham." Zhai Yang's eyes were red. "I wanted to show him the agreement, but he deleted me as a friend and refused to see me."
"I can't lose him."
"I can't lose him."
As he kept repeating, his eyes became firmer, as if he had made up his mind, "Even if it means anything."
Cui Jing doesn’t care about or judge the sadomasochistic love story between the main characters, but she can’t help but think: their love is not equal.
Zhai Yang now treats his partner with far more respect than the person he loves.
After she warned him that day, his response to her was, "Sorry, I'll take care of it."
However, the original protagonist did not receive such treatment in the plot.
Often in this situation, what the protagonist receives is: explanation, assignment of responsibilities by others, apology and sweet threats.
"Listen to my explanation," "There's nothing between her and me?", "She's my father's partner," "You're the only one I'm sincere to."
Zhai Yang knows clearly about his partners, but he cannot treat his relatives, whether his lover or wife, who he thinks are protected in his circle, in the same way.
sad.
Cui Jing said, "I will move out in a few days. If he is still willing to see you by then, don't come to me for anything in the next month. You can handle the old man yourself."
"it is good."
After reading the message sent by his subordinates, Zhai Yang pursed his lips tightly, with the corners of his lips slightly lowered. There was a struggle in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. "He found his relatives."
Zhai Yang thought Cui Jing had investigated Xue Yiji, so he did not shy away from speaking to her.
Cui Jing paused. Family? The protagonist didn't have any family.
She was silent for a while, "You threatened him with this."
Zhai Yang looked up in surprise, surprised that she immediately guessed his thoughts.
Dark and ugly.
When Zhai Yang spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Not yet."
"Your Zhai family is really of the same bloodline." Cui Jing continued watching TV and was amused by the plot from time to time. The lines of her face turned sideways were delicate, noble and cold, and she had not yet removed her makeup after returning from playing outside.
The cool grey smoky paint on the eyelids is cat-like and stunningly beautiful.
Zhai Yang looked at her for a while without saying anything.
He didn't refute because he was sure that what he would do next would be just as she said, vile and shameless, using any means necessary. It was like a curse engraved in his blood.
This is how his father got his mother.
“Maybe I’ve gone crazy.”
Zhai Yang looked up at the sun outside the window with a cold gaze and his straight back without a single shake.
Two people with different dreams sat in a room.
"alright."
Cui Jing put down the logic that was about to spin in her heart, and restrained it to stop and not go any further.
It is a complicated and tangled private affair between a couple who love each other terribly. The cannon fodder does not need to gain or figure out any reason from it.
They were fighting so fiercely that passers-by were affected and knocked dizzy. The ending was a happy one.
Cui Jing turned around and looked at him.
"Who knows, someone like you might get what you want in the end."
The pair of clear eyes that looked over at him flickered under the light of the screen.
"Thank you for your good words." Zhai Yang said.
After that, the two got along better and better.
Zhai Yang's mood was visibly getting better day by day.
This rare rain in the city lasted for half a month, and the whole city seemed to be soaked in water.
Cui Jing made a choice between the two and decided on a large flat in Xingfu Community.
She signed the contract and transferred the money.
Zhai Yang knew about this and only asked one question, "Is it safe?"
After another sudden rain.
The rain stopped.
The world is no longer damp; the grass, trees and eaves have long been washed clean and are now brand new under the sun.
After get off work, Zhai Yang walked through the front yard.
Seeing Cui Jing, with her bare face and holding a little deaf cat, swinging on the swing in the garden, with the wind blowing her light and curly hair, he actually felt a sense of spiritual peace.
It felt like the ship had briefly docked.
Perhaps it was because his goal had been progressing steadily, so he could calm down and enjoy the scenery.
He has taken over the company's power these days. The old man has delegated power for many years. Such a long period of lax management is enough for him to take those things back from other people.
Soon. In a little while, he will be able to negotiate with the old man.
He exhaled and went to the top floor balcony to smoke.
There was a strong wind on the top floor, and the smoke was immediately blown away by the wind.
He held a strong-smelling cigarette between his fingers and glanced down at the figure leaning on the swing downstairs, surrounded by flowers.
It suddenly occurred to me.
How would she live without me?
She is now completely different from the first time, like a flourishing and precious flower watered by flowing silver and molten gold.
Live a luxurious life.
The bedding, carpets, curtains in the room, the bags, clothes and accessories in the cloakroom, and a pair of branded stockings costing nine thousand yuan, all exude the scent of money.
She married herself after graduation and had no work experience other than a four-month internship at her own Internet company in the second semester of her senior year while studying at school.
Are you really willing to do those 10K+ jobs in the society in the future? You can't save enough for a bag after working for a year.
I buy a pair of 9k+ stockings a month, and the remaining salary is not enough for food.
She had a huge reward after the last deal was concluded. Wouldn't she be cheated into poverty by those poor guys? This society was in such a mess.
Zhai Yang paused when smoking, feeling a little upset.
She is so beautiful and she won't suffer any injustice.
Even if I find a rich boyfriend again, he may not be as indulgent to her as I am and allow her to use the card without restrictions.
He also often gives himself the title of "Dabidou".
If you don't have the ability to protect yourself in society, you will probably be devoured.