Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 158 - 141 No Yizhi from the Wang Family_2
Chapter 158 -141 No Yizhi from the Wang Family_2
If there was anything that belonged to him, it was probably just himself.
After Wang Xingzhi had people tally everything up, Wang Yizhi casually put down his wine cup and leisurely asked, “Is it done?” He didn’t care at all, as if he was the one controlling the situation.
Wang Xingzhi, not expecting that Wang Yizhi would still be so indifferent at this moment, felt as if his own actions were forced and ridiculous like a jumping clown, feeling even more resentful. He coldly said, “Wang Yizhi, from now on, you are no longer a part of the Wang family. Today, I command you to leave this place and you may not take anything belonging to the Wang family with you.”
Wang Yizhi, smiling, sat up from the soft couch, and started to undress. It had already turned cool, and Wang Yizhi took off two layers before revealing a snow-white undershirt. Wang Xingzhi, staring dumbfounded at his actions, finally came to his senses and exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
Wang Yizhi, looking at him with a smile, said, “Didn’t Xingzhi just say? When leaving, I’m not allowed to take anything from the Wang family. The clothes on my body belong to the Wang family too, so naturally, I should take them off and return them to Xingzhi.”
His words left Wang Xingzhi almost speechless for a while, who then said, “You can keep these few pieces of clothing; you don’t have to take them off any further.” After saying that, he somewhat regretted it. If Wang Yizhi went out bare, wouldn’t that be even more humiliating? However, having said that and with so many people watching and listening, it wasn’t convenient to take his words back.
Wang Yizhi laughed heartily, casually adjusted his outer shirt, stood up, and walked toward the door. Chu Yu hesitated for a moment and then followed him out. Wang Yizhi walked swiftly all the way to the door, where Chu Yu finally caught up with him, grabbed his fluttering sleeve, and said, “Brother Yizhi, where are you heading? May I accompany you for a while on your journey?”
Wang Yizhi glanced at Chu Yu, smiled slightly, nodded, and they both got on the carriage. After Hua Cuo also got on, Wang Yizhi then mentioned a destination. Chu Yu initially didn’t know the place, but as the carriage stopped in front of an alley, she then realized they were surrounded by low wooden houses with irregular arrangements that made the environment seem very chaotic. The people around, looking impoverished, stealthily glanced curiously at the splendid carriage, not knowing why it had come.
Wang Yizhi thanked Chu Yu, jumped off the carriage without hesitation, and walked down the alley, stopping in front of a wooden house slightly newer looking than the rest. He pushed open the half-closed door and walked in.
The space inside the house was very narrow, with nothing but a wooden bed inside. Upon entering, Wang Yizhi stretched out on the bed, closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them, looked at the dumbfounded Chu Yu by the doorway, and said, “Brother Zichu, do you find it strange?”
Chu Yu gave a bitter smile and said, “It is indeed strange.” She now understood that this house in the slums was prepared by Wang Yizhi for himself. It seemed that he had known that he would be kicked out of the Wang family and had prepared this place to stay. Only, “You actually knew Wang Xingzhi would do that to you, so why did you let him have his way? Is it fun being kicked out of the Wang family? Is it fun being cut off financially and suffering hardships?”
Formerly the young master and son of a household, cared for from a young age, expected by elders, the focus of public attention, and envied by friends and family, even in a dim, low wooden house, he still shone like a serene pearl, looking utterly out of place.
Wang Yizhi smiled faintly and said, “Why shouldn’t I let him? I have no interest in the struggle for power. Having freeloaded off the Wang family for so many years, I have had more than my share; they haven’t asked me to repay them, so really, I came out ahead.” His smile was exceedingly charming, his clothes merely loosely gathered, exuding a weary yet casual air.
Chu Yu had no answer for him, could only let him be for the time being, and said, “If you find it hard to live here, the doors of Chu Garden are always open for you.” As she turned to leave, Chu Yu heard a quiet “thank you” from behind.
What does it feel like when the bright moon falls into the mud? That’s how Chu Yu felt about Wang Yizhi now. He was once the scion of a noble family, grown up protected and adored, expected by elders, and admired by all. Now, however, he had been cast out penniless, living in a ramshackle wooden house in a poor area, even unsure of his next meal. Therefore, although Chu Yu said she wouldn’t bother with him, she still drove to visit him the following day.
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From then on, Wang Yizhi was disregarded by the Wang family.
Though the phrase is melancholic, it’s also the reality. Wang Yizhi, unable to bring any benefits to the Wang family, even though kicked out, did not have anyone from the family speaking well of him, while the only one who loved and cared for him, Wang Xuanmo, had retired from public affairs by then.
Toppling was so easy, a fall from the clouds all within a single day. Even though Wang Yizhi felt no pain from it, Chu Yu was terrified watching.
Contrary to her expectations, Wang Yizhi did not faint from hunger inside his house; instead, he set up a stall at the alley’s end specifically to write for others. Wang Yizhi’s calligraphy was extremely fine, attracting not only the illiterate poor who needed his help to write letters but also the noble sons from prestigious families he used to know, who eagerly came to request a piece of his calligraphy.
Thus, Wang Yizhi made his living by selling words, and rather carefree at that, eating simple food and sleeping on a hard wooden bed. Initially shocked, Chu Yu became increasingly admiring over several days.
It is easy to shift from simplicity to luxury, but difficult to revert from luxury to simplicity. Seeing someone like Wang Yizhi adapt so effortlessly was a first for Chu Yu.
Days continued like this for four or five days. During the first two days, Chu Yu was quite apprehensive, fearing He Jue’s assassination attempt again. But after two days without any incidents, she gradually let her guard down. Chu Yu’s frequent visits were driven by her fear that he might leave.
Neither prosperity nor Jiankang City could confine him. Occasionally catching a glimpse in his eyes, Chu Yu saw his intention to leave, already like the distant dust, wafting to places she could no longer reach.
Yet, Chu Yu had not expected this day to come so soon, so swiftly. Same as other mornings, she went to look for Wang Yizhi, but upon opening the door, she saw the room empty, with only half a writing slate pressing down a paper about one chi square on the wooden bed.
Chu Yu picked up the paper, which read:
Between heaven and earth, I roam freely. Zichu, seeing this message, need not see me off.
Even through the medium of paper, Chu Yu could still imagine the carefree, unrestrained smile in Wang Yizhi’s eyes as he wrote these four lines. Now, he truly had no bindings or constraints. The world was so vast, he could follow his heart and go wherever he wished.
Perhaps, Wang Yizhi had long wanted to leave. Being expelled by the Wang family might have actually suited his desires. In this vast world lay his true destination.
He was aware of the situation in Jiankang City but was too indifferent to care. How others fought and competed had nothing to do with him. His departure now was not to avoid disaster or anything else, but simply because he wanted to leave.
He wanted to leave, so he left.
It was just that simple.
Chu Yu read those four lines over and over; gradually, her heart seemed to lift with the words, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly and say, “I truly am caught in my own web.”
She called out to Hua Cuo, walked out of the room, and the outside sunlight was dazzlingly bright. Just as Chu Yu was about to fold the paper Wang Yizhi had left, her wrist stopped suddenly, and her expression changed.
She saw, among the white paper and black ink, tiny pinholes mixed in, faintly visible in the bright light.
