Chapter 200 Chapter 195 Daily Life
The taxi continued to drive.
Ji Ma sensed a distant pain, faint as the morning breeze. She was all too familiar with the flavor of this pain; she knew it came from Fang Shijun.
But her soul injuries were healing at a rate close to zero. She realized that torturing Fang Shijun again would not help in the healing of her soul wounds.
Now Ji Ma felt like Fang Shijun was a tasteless piece of chewing gum. In the other world, she had often fantasized about returning to her homeland for revenge, thinking of new ways to torment her enemy each day, and feeling delighted for an entire year while hearing her enemy’s wails.
But just a few days later, she no longer wanted to spend energy on Fang Shijun, pondering how to scare her like puddled mud.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to go out at this time. If she truly cared about torturing Fang Shijun, she would certainly have stayed home waiting for Fang Shijun to return and beg for mercy.
How will my soul injury ever heal?
While Ji Ma was contemplating, the taxi came to a stop.
“Beauty, we’re here.”
Ji Ma scanned the payment code, pushed open the car door, and with her ample chest forward, she walked into the fierce sunlight, striding ahead.
The sunlight shone on her light terracotta skin and fell into her clear golden eyes; she showed no intention of avoiding the sunlight, neither blinking nor raising her hand to block it—she was like a diamond in the sunshine.
In an instant, countless gazes crossed.
Men walking under the shade of the pedestrian street turned their heads to look at Ji Ma, who was dressed in a red qipao. Groups of girls with umbrellas also turned to look at Ji Ma in surprise, discussing why she wasn’t taking good care of her skin.
How could she face the sunlight directly? She looked so young now, but in a few years—no, in one or two years—her skin would surely end up like an old lady’s, wrinkled and dark.
Although Ji Ma had long learned to ignore the lewd, envious stares and the pointing fingers of others, this felt like too much.
She clearly felt like a timid dog, almost stopping her charm, yet so many people were still looking at her. Especially those men; their gazes seemed to want to burn through her chest.
It seemed that there weren’t so many people in the other world, plus George wasn’t standing beside her now…
Ji Ma felt in a foul mood, always feeling she was being watched for nothing, with no benefits at all.
She walked into the pedestrian street, preparing to enter the shopping mall.
A young man holding an umbrella walked over. He had a bright smile and looked clean, and his style was much better than the other passersby. He politely said to Ji Ma, “Beauty, do you need an umbrella?”
Ji Ma glanced at him; he was about as tall as she was, very normal. Even boys who were 1.7 meters tall wouldn’t dare to chat her up.
Ji Ma shook her head.
“Let’s exchange WeChat,” he said, smiling. “Are you a foreigner? Your Chinese is really fluent.”
He smiled, his teeth nearly gleaming.
Ji Ma shot back with a big move: “I’m already pregnant.”
The young man froze in place, and seeing Ji Ma about to leave, he reluctantly raised his hand and asked, “Does it have a father?”
“I’m having a second child.”
As Ji Ma stepped onto the staircase, it seemed she crushed something, with a crunching sound. A slight feeling of pain surged over her, and she heard laughter not far away.
Perhaps she had crushed a thing called “love at first sight.”
Ji Ma pushed open the glass door and stepped into the mall, a cool breeze hitting her face. She walked into the hall, looked up, and saw floor after floor, with escalators connecting each level. Each floor housed over twenty shops, selling all kinds of goods.
There were people shopping everywhere, with women carrying bags dominating.
Ji Ma stepped onto the escalator, ascending, with the products behind the glass displays varying at each level, and the smell of food in the air was never repetitive.
Just in terms of product variety, a single floor’s goods could rival an entire small city’s market in the other world.
Ji Ma had previously searched for local specialties across towns in the old continent for the sake of food: baked green-skinned cakes, Silvani strawberries, Bartonia red wine… a small town had only one or two specialties.
Ji Ma’s previously bad mood, feeling that she was taken advantage of, and her annoyance over the past few days had vanished without a trace.
Today, she planned to put aside her main quest “Revenge” and enjoy herself first. She didn’t intend to directly meet Lin Feng just like that; as a proper diamond-level powerhouse, she had to surpass the imagination of ordinary people at the very least.
Otherwise, how could she extort a few million from him?
Ji Ma had come to realize that she shouldn’t expect to retrieve money from Fang Shijun anytime soon; it was too exhausting.
Arriving at the clothing section on the fourth floor, Ji Ma tucked her phone into her waistband and headed directly for the biggest lingerie store—this was her destination, which she had checked out before setting out today.
The sign was called “Queen,” depicting a broad-waisted woman who exuded a unique sensuality, with particularly large breasts, wearing a black bra and holding her head high confidently. Ji Ma immediately thought of the wealthy woman she had an affair with when she was the Demon King in the other world.
Under the sign, there was an English phrase she couldn’t understand: “I am queen.”
Ji Ma still found it a bit strange; the official language of her homeland was Chinese, but many places liked to add a sentence in English.
Ji Ma walked into the store and asked the salesgirl to measure her body.
Since her advancement, she had been busy and hadn’t really examined her newly grown body closely.
The salesgirl was a young woman in a tight black uniform, consistent with her homeland’s open atmosphere, with her skirt only reaching her knees.
The salesgirl maintained a fake smile the entire time, showing eight neat white teeth, and Ji Ma couldn’t help but reminisce about Xiaoli. Being a cat could mean being petted, while serving people as a human wasn’t bad either.
In the not-so-large changing room, after removing her clothes, the salesgirl complimented Ji Ma from head to toe, saying, “I’ve never seen such a tall, model-like customer before.”
“Your figure is truly remarkable; I’ve never seen such a good figure.”
“You’re really open-minded.”
She didn’t stop talking from start to finish.
Fortunately, her hands didn’t stop either; she picked up a measuring tape to measure Ji Ma’s bust.
Ji Ma raised her arms. This changing room was too small—she couldn’t even hold them level. The salesgirl walked behind her, gently wrapping the tape around her breasts beneath her peaks.
The salesgirl’s fingertips lightly traced the scars on Ji Ma’s abdomen and sides, looking both pitying and sympathetic, saying, “Are you okay with these scars?”
That wound…
In an instant, Ji Ma recalled being in the pitch-black underground, where the sound of ratmen never ceased. She had fallen from the dimension stone bullet, and George had caught her, immediately healing her wounds in battle, before she flew back into the air.
“You talk too much,” Ji Ma said coldly, interrupting her. “What does this have to do with you?”
The salesgirl awkwardly smiled. Her hand pulled the soft tape tight as she said, “82, could you bend forward 45 degrees, please?”
Ji Ma leaned forward, and the salesgirl’s hands encircled her increasingly prominent peaks, unable to resist exclaiming, “Your breasts are so perky; they are the best I’ve ever seen.”
“Are there customers with bigger or smaller than mine?” Ji Ma thought.
“Really, you have the best breasts I’ve ever seen,” the salesgirl misunderstood and said. “Some are large because their chests are wide, like older women; they’re bulkier than our model on the sign. Others don’t have good shapes; they are large at the bottom but insufficient breast volume. When the cup size is large, they just look a bit fluffy.”
“You are different; you have a large bottom and ample breast volume, the best half-sphere shape, standing upright as if gravity can’t bring them down.”
Ji Ma said, “I’ll allow you to touch them, to see if they’re real.”
“You’re really joking.”
“I just want to satisfy your curiosity.”
The salesgirl couldn’t resist trying, lifting a peak, shaking it. From behind Ji Ma, she could see the side of the peak trembling.
The salesgirl put her hands down and said, “I truly envy your boyfriend.”
Ji Ma’s voice turned cold: “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
The salesgirl wisely avoided the topic, measuring the peak of Ji Ma’s bust, reporting a number: “109.”
“What cup size?”
“109 minus 83 is a difference of 26. We suggest you buy an 80H cup.”
“No, isn’t 26 the G cup?”
“Well, during your menstrual period, your breasts will swell a bit; wearing it then wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”
“No, I like the letter G.”
“We have styles that make it seem smaller—”
“No, I want styles that make it seem bigger,” Ji Ma interrupted. “And some sports bras that won’t hinder my running.”
“Okay.”
“By the way, can you satisfy my curiosity?” Ji Ma said. “I want to find women who are also large-chested and about my age; um, just as I mentioned earlier, a few cup sizes smaller than mine would be fine.”
“Can you give me their contact info? I want to add them to a group to share experiences.”
“Sure, customer.”
While measuring, Ji Ma was quite pleased, but when choosing bras, she took her time, browsing leisurely. After selecting a couple, she paid and moved on to the next shop.
Watching Ji Ma’s departing figure, the salesgirl secretly sent messages on WeChat.
Thus, Ji Ma spent two hours almost visiting every lingerie store. Along the way, someone tried to sell her high heels, reasoning that her sports shoes paired with her outfit essentially gave a negative look.
Ji Ma originally hated high heels, but thinking that the taller she was, the more she could undermine men’s confidence, a sense of revenge stirred within her. She bought a pair of red high heels, but after walking a few steps in them, she decided to stow them away for good.
Later, she purchased the long boots she preferred, with each pair of women’s long boots featuring heels. Fortunately, they weren’t that high; otherwise, many more men’s self-esteem would suffer an indescribable blow.
On the way, Ji Ma casually measured her height; she stood barefoot on the scale. A metal piece fell down from above, not touching the sides, landing on her head, and reported a number: “1.83 meters.”
With a pile of bags in hand, Ji Ma felt quite carefree, especially with the part of her heart belonging to Wan Ziqi.
In the past, when Wan Ziqi carried her bags, the items all belonged to others, but now Ji Ma was buying for herself, and the money wasn’t from someone else, but from Fang Shijun.
Indeed, she had stolen Fang Shijun’s bank card.
At the same time, Ji Ma deeply appreciated the attentive service back in her homeland; while she bought various bags of clothing, a well-dressed male attendant was beside her, chatting about the history Behind brands, designers, and discussing product designs.
“How much in total?”
Ji Ma piled an assortment of items in front of the cash register.
The dignified male attendant revealed his true colors: “Miss Ji, we’ve had such a pleasant chat; let me pay for you, and we can have tea together in the afternoon?”
“Ah? I thought you were just a service staff,” Ji Ma said. “No thanks, I’m about to have my second child. Goodbye.”
Ji Ma turned with her bags and walked away, while a thread of painful energy pursued her.
