Chapter 114 I don't seem to be seen
Fan Ci'en felt that she deserved a reward, so she couldn't wait to take credit.
When she came to the study, Cui Jing was leaning on a golden nanmu chair with a notebook in front of her. Seeing this, she turned a book upside down on the table. The rustic wooden chair under her was covered with a blanket, and the exposed wood was rippling with water waves and shining with gold threads.
Fan Ci'en felt that they were a perfect match, even the ladies sat on chairs in the same crooked position.
This is a Ming-style armchair, which is her father's favorite collection from a master's former residence. There has always been a saying in the antique furniture market that "ten Qing-style chairs are not as good as one Ming-style chair."
On the day Fan Ci'en moved out, he asked someone to steal the collection from his bad father's warehouse and put it in the study as decoration.
She told Cui Jing what she had done, but she didn't expect Cui Jing to be very surprised. Instead, she asked slowly:
"Is it really that easy for you to create something like this?"
Fan Ci'en shook his head: "The male Omega cannot be successfully accused. Anyone can play a prank, and there will be consequences for making a false police report. But as long as I give enough, many people are willing to bear the consequences."
"So this could be why I got a call from Zhai Yang this morning?"
"What did he say?" Fan Ci'en's voice was a little louder, and the hostility immediately came out of his voice without any concealment. "He dared to hit me."
"It's because he wants me to remarry him."
"You must not remarry him!"
"His brother apologized to me on his behalf." Cui Jing held her forehead and recalled their conversation. When she was about to hang up the phone, Zhai Tianyu's voice came from the other end of the phone. She asked if Zhai Yang was there? Zhai Tianyu said no. She said:
"I want to discuss cooperation with you."
……
Cui Jing let out a soft sigh.
"Are you unhappy?" The lady didn't look happy. It's not that Fan Ci'en couldn't read other people's expressions, she just didn't care. Now that she cared about someone, this person made her feel very uncomfortable.
Madame always made it very hard for her.
What did she do wrong? Is the lady an upright person? So she doesn't like this kind of framing. Fan Ci'en suddenly thought of this possibility and said helplessly, "I... I have a cocktail party in a few days, and I want to dance with you."
She still told him her original plan, and what surprised her even more was that she thought she would be rejected. Cui Jing agreed.
"Okay."
As if he saw what she was thinking: "I just think that if this kind of thing is simple. A person can be easily manipulated by the powerful and accuse another person--"
"Then how illusory the truth must be."
She doesn't necessarily seek legitimate means.
Fabricating evidence, setting traps, framing, and judicial punishment. For a guilty person, this is a kind of justice to restore order. The crime is not important.
But no matter how many rounds he went, he had to cling to someone powerful. This seemed to be the easiest way. Either wait, or find a psychopath to cooperate with. Cui Jing even thought about rushing up and stabbing Zhai Yang. If he died, it would be all over. She could also experience prison life for herself.
She doesn't want to take the civil service exam or the government exam, and she has no interest in getting married, let alone having children.
Experience the difference between a detention center and a prison, and experience the diversity of the world. She had seen the outside world in her previous life, and after traveling through the book, she also found that the details of this world and the world of her previous life were the same.
Although there is now an ABO gender, the world is still the same world, and nature is still the same nature.
As for the luxury of the rich and powerful... she didn't think it was precious. Her luxury cashmere coat and luxury silk, the word luxury can be abandoned, cashmere coat and silk are enough.
Cui Jing thought carefully. She could give up her silk curtains and go with 100% cotton.
"Ah." Fan Ci'en thought she was sighing for justice. She knew from a young age that the world was unfair, and she didn't care about it at all.
It doesn't matter.
"I have selected a few skirts and I will have someone send them over. You can take some time to try them on. I think the blue one is very pretty, and the silver one is also very beautiful...but you would look great in purple too." Fan Ci'en excitedly imagined that she would bring her wife to the cocktail party to show them to her friends and express her determination.
Those people had never seen any of her gadgets, and she never showed them to the public.
The lady’s feedback was very muted.
She's been absent-minded these days.
The lady picked up the book again, and Fan Ci'en looked at her hands frequently. The speed at which she turned the pages made Fan Ci'en suspect that she was not reading it carefully, nor was she listening to what he said.
Cui Jing's silent phone rang at this moment.
Unknown number with no markings.
Fan Ci'en saw Cui Jing suddenly wake up and grab the phone. After the call was connected, Cui Jing's face showed an extremely lost expression.
The expression on Fan Ci'en's face also became silent. Who did she think was calling? Her boyfriend?
"Jing'er. When will you come back for the New Year? Take a few days off. Your dad and I miss you so much."
Cui Jing took the call and walked aside.
"You kids are out there all day long and never come back, you too. You've gone so far after graduation and you're still marrying someone from outside. It would be better to marry someone close to home."
"Cough cough..." Dad Cui coughed twice.
"Ah...your husband is not dead, we didn't even know he was back." Cui's mother said, "He suddenly showed up at my house on New Year's Eve and scared me. Oh my god. We got married and met once before, but mom disagreed because she thought he was too rich and unreliable, and he looked arrogant. This time he was very nice! He sent a lot of gifts home, calling us mom and dad all the time. If you had told me earlier that your husband was still alive, how could your parents introduce you to a boyfriend?"
As expected, Cui's mother and father would not call for no reason. What did Zhai Yang do?
Cui Jing became distracted again as she listened.
How is Xue Yijie's arm? Why is there no news? No news if not black.
"And he insisted on installing a dishwasher in the house. I washed everything by hand during those two times."
Can’t Fan Ci’en find what he’s looking for?
"The robot vacuum cleaner has to change its water tank every two days, but I can mop and sweep twice and it's pretty fast."
In the original plot, there are always misunderstandings between the top and the bottom. Xue Yijie went abroad for a few years. After Zhai Yang got married, he learned the truth and followed her to chase her. He always missed Xue Yijie. Of course, there was the obstruction of Mr. Zhai, but it was still...
"I'm not used to those clothes. They're wool, and they'll still shrink a little after washing in the washing machine. They're still not as comfortable as cotton."
Yes... there must be some interference.
"Jing'er, has your brother contacted you recently? He hasn't been home for a long time, and I don't know where he has been. Really."
——It is the consciousness of this world.
"Jing...beep, beep..." Mother Cui suddenly heard a series of beeping sounds, and when she called again the phone was busy again.
She couldn't help but complain to Cui's father, "You said it, I should have said that I shouldn't have brought it up so early. Why do you keep poking me in the back?" The two blamed each other.
Cui Jing hung up the phone and found that her throat was even more uncomfortable. The home doctor said that she had a little tonsillitis and prescribed some medicine for her. She took the medicine for a few days, but her recovery was slow and her head was about to explode.
The entire tooth and temple were sore and swollen, a bit like the side effects of anesthesia when she had her wisdom teeth removed.
What did they say on the phone just now?
She asked when she would be home for the New Year; Zhai Yang had been to her home some time ago and behaved well, and did not mention divorce; she didn't know where her brother had gone.
She's not in the right state.
Cui Jing rubbed her temples and returned to the desk. Fan Ci'en was leaning on the table, flipping through her books with her head buried in the book, looking childish and neurotic.
The light from the open computer screen was distracting, so she closed the computer immediately.
"Snapped."
"Let me go first." Fan Ci'en put the book down and said apologetically, "I'm sorry that I messed up your pages."
"I've finished reading it." Cui Jing said.
Fan Ci'en held the door handle and stood at the door. She stood there for a long time, so long that Cui Jing probably thought she had left, but she just didn't hear the door open. Suddenly, a voice rang out:
"You haven't been well lately. I've hired a live-in counselor, and you can go see her if you need anything. And you should rest since you're not feeling well."
Cui Jing looked at her with some surprise.
Fan Ci'en closed the door and left. "It seems like I haven't been seen."
Cui Jing opened the book "The Case Donald Hoffman Against Reality" again. She closed her eyes and read:
"The chances of us seeing reality as it really is are zero."
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At five o'clock, the crowd left the Xitai Hezhong University outpatient clinic sparsely.
Fan Ci'en checked her watch for the third time. "Is it over? Doctor Liu, you're about to get off work. I think I've delayed your meal." She drove to the hospital alone for a follow-up visit, without even bringing Zhang Ye, who was always by her side.
"It's time for me to get off work." Doctor Liu nodded.
He also cares about her after get off work.
Fan Ci'en looked much more normal and more human than the last time she came for a checkup, but...
"Don't leave yet." Doctor Liu pushed up his glasses, which were not sliding, and took out a scale from the corner of the table. He pushed it over cautiously: "You need to fill out a scale again."
Fan Ci'en smiled politely, crumpled up the scale and threw it into the trash can:
"I reject."
——She seemed to be just wearing a shell of politeness, but she was worse inside.