Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (103 to 107)

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103.
"How is he?" My mother asked, wiping away tears that welled up in her eyes.
Mei Bingjie gave a bitter smile, her beautiful face filled with sorrow. "The doctor said it might only take a day or two."
My mother's tears fell again. She wiped them away and went to the bedside. Mei Bingjie followed, leaning over to the old man on the bed and whispering, "Sister Meiyun has come to see you."
I felt quite strange. This beautiful young woman was probably younger than me. Why did she call my mother "sister" instead of "auntie" or something?
The old man held my mother's hand with difficulty and said very weakly, "Mei...Meiyun, I...I'm sorry..."
He said, tears streaming down his face. My mother gently patted the back of the hand that was holding hers and choked out, "Don't say these things..."
She sobbed for a moment and said to me, "Junhao, come here."
I went to the bedside, and my mother took my arm and said to the old man, "This is Junhao. He has come to see you too."
The old man immediately burst into tears, his trembling hand reaching out to me. I had no choice but to take his hand.
“Jun…Junhao…” He stared at me, as if he had a thousand words to say, but couldn’t utter them, only weeping.
“Oh right, this is Junhao’s son, Airei.” My mother carried Chen Airei to the bedside. “Leilei, call him Grandpa.”
“Grandpa…” Chen Airei called out.
“Good, good…” the old man murmured, tears streaming down his face, turning his head to the side.
After a while, he turned back to look at us, still murmuring, “Good…good…”
“Don’t talk anymore, rest for a while…” Mei Bingjie bent down to wipe the old man’s tears, and said softly, “Be good, close your eyes.”
The old man seemed to have used up all his strength, closed his eyes and fell into a coma.
We left the bedside, and my mother and Mei Bingjie chatted for a few more minutes, then she said, “Then we won’t disturb you any longer. Please let us know if anything happens. We will be staying in Qingdao for the next couple of days.”
“Okay, thank you,” Mei Bingjie said.
Leaving the ward, Mei Bingjie said to Qiangzi, "Qiangzi, go in and keep an eye on things. I'll see them off."
"Okay," Qiangzi replied humbly, then said goodbye to us, "Take care, both of you."
Reaching the elevator, my mother said to Mei Bingjie, "Go back and take care of him, okay? We're leaving now. Remember to call if anything happens."
Mei Bingjie said tearfully, "Sister, thank you for coming. I thank you on his behalf."
As she spoke, she bowed deeply. As she bent over, a glimpse of her cleavage was revealed at the opening of her collar, catching my eye.
My mother quickly comforted Mei Bingjie, patting her arm, "Take care of yourself too, and try to grieve."
"Yes, I know, sister..." Mei Bingjie choked out, wiping away her tears.
After saying goodbye to Mei Bingjie, we arrived at the inpatient building. I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, can you tell me who that person is?"
We sat down on a public bench, and my mother sighed, saying, "Son, have you already guessed?"
I nodded at her, and she sighed again, "He is indeed your father, your biological father."
Although I had guessed most of it before, I was still shocked when my mother said this. Ever since my mother told me the truth about my origins in Zibo that year, although I had always regarded my adoptive father as my only father, I still often couldn't help but wonder where my biological father was and what he looked like. I never expected that I would meet him now, at a time when his life was hanging by a thread.
Then, my mother told me everything. After my biological father abandoned my mother and went abroad, he learned by chance from someone that my mother had married and had a child. He calculated the time and believed that the child my mother gave birth to was very likely his. So, one time, taking advantage of a trip back to China, he found the kindergarten I attended, bribed an aunt to obtain my hair, and after testing, confirmed that I was his son.
However, because both he and my mother had remarried, he found it difficult to acknowledge me, and could only return to the United States with great reluctance.
Over the past thirty years, he started by opening a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, accumulating considerable wealth in the United States, and had two marriages. His first wife divorced him after living with him for several years without bearing him any children. Mei Bingjie, his second wife, is twenty-six years younger than him, only thirty-two this year. The little boy is their son, my half-brother, who is only six years old this year.
My biological father was diagnosed with early-stage cancer in the United States nine years ago. After completing his treatment, he sold most of his assets, returned to China, settled in Qingdao, opened a large, high-end restaurant, and acquired many other assets, a kind of homecoming.
He has a nephew, one of my cousins, who works as his personal assistant and driver. This cousin is the young man named Qiangzi we just met.
Mei Bingjie was originally a company clerk. Eight years ago, she became my biological father's secretary, married him soon after, and gave birth to a son, finally fulfilling the old man's long-cherished wish to have a son.
Hearing this, I sneered, "That Mei Bingjie, young and beautiful, married an old man old enough to be her father. She's probably after his money, waiting to inherit his estate, right?"
My mother said, "You might have misunderstood her. Back then, she didn't know your father was an early-stage cancer patient. He was only in his fifties then. How could she know he would die in a few years?" My mother went on to tell
me that my biological father had missed me very much for the past thirty years. Eight years ago, he returned to China to settle down and start a business, partly to return to his roots and partly to see me one day.
He always felt ashamed to contact my mother or see me, so he delayed until his final moments, driven by the thought that he couldn't die without seeing me, and finally arranged this trip to Qingdao for my mother and me.
"Honey, will you blame your mother for not telling you the truth beforehand and tricking you into coming?" my mother asked, wiping away tears.
I held her hand and said, "Mom, how could I blame you? After all, he gave me life, and now that he's dying, seeing him won't hurt."
"That's good, that's good..." my mother smiled through her tears.
"Mom..." I thought for a moment and asked, "Do you... still hate him?"
My mother said softly, "Like you said, he's dying, why would I hate him? Why would I, Liu Meiyun, hate someone who's about to die, especially since he's the father of my child!"
Mother and son smiled at each other. I felt a mix of emotions, a touch of sorrow. Although I had no feelings for that man, he was still my biological father, and this was the first time I had ever met him. He was nearing the end of his life, which inevitably made me sad.
The thought that I, in my thirties, had such a young younger brother suddenly appear made me sigh at the cruel twist of fate.
That afternoon, not long after we checked into our hotel room, my mother received a call from Mei Bingjie. The old man had passed away, and Mei Bingjie told us to go directly to the funeral home.
When we arrived at the funeral home, the mourning hall was already set up, arranged by my cousin Qiangzi. He would handle all the arrangements from now on. During the years my father had been back in China, Qiangzi had been by my father's side, serving him tirelessly like a son.
My biological father's funeral was quite grand. He was a wealthy man with many connections, and relatives from our hometown who had previously benefited from his hospitality flocked to the funeral, making the hall quite lively.
My stepmother, Mei Bingjie, sat silently on the sofa, embracing her young son, lost in grief. Her beauty and sorrow were heartbreaking. She only looked up and said a few words when someone came to offer condolences or when Qiangzi asked her for something.
I couldn't bear it, so I sat down beside her, pulled my brother into my arms, and gently squeezed her forearm. She smiled slightly and nodded.
"Uncle..." the little guy murmured in my arms.
"Bao'er, call him brother," Mei Bingjie corrected.
The little guy did as his mother said. I hugged him even tighter. Although I had no feelings for my biological father, this child was, after all, my own brother. He had lost his father at such a young age; how could I not feel tenderness for him?
“He was such a good person, and he's gone just like that, not even sixty yet…” Mei Bingjie said, her voice choked with sobs.
I quietly looked at this woman, two years younger than me, who had become my stepmother. She wiped away her tears. “He was so good to me, and he loved his son so much. Just thinking about it makes me unable to bear it…”
Mei Bingjie cried as she spoke. I could only comfort her, “Don’t be like this. The dead can’t be brought back to life. You still have a child to take care of! I think he wouldn’t want to see you like this in heaven, would he?”
She cried for a while, then sobbed, “Do you know? Junhao, your father has never forgotten you. In the years I’ve lived with him, he’s called your name in his dreams many times… I’ve tried to persuade him to go find you, but he said he was too ashamed to face you and your mother, too afraid to confront you.”
She sighed and continued, “He often told me that in this life, some mistakes are unforgivable. Once you make them, you can’t undo them even if you spend your whole life trying to make amends, even if…” "Even if I spend my whole life making amends, I might not have the chance... Junhao, your father truly loves you! What father in the world doesn't love his child?"
Hearing Mei Bingjie's words, I couldn't help but shed tears, her voice continuing in my ears, "So, I'm especially grateful that you and Sister Meiyun were there for him before his death, to hear his confession. Otherwise, he would have died with regrets. I think if it weren't for waiting for you and your son, he might not have made it to this afternoon... Junhao, do you still hate him?"
Facing the beautiful young woman's tearful eyes, I gently shook my head, lost in thought.
I suddenly thought of Suo Wanling and her son, far away in Austria. Would my remaining life be like my biological father's, yearning for his child day and night, yet unable to see him, only able to see him until death? Or even worse, never seeing him again in my remaining years, thus dying with regrets?

104.
That night, when I went to the corridor to smoke, I heard several people talking in the stairwell. One person asked, "Who are that beautiful woman and that handsome man? And that child, it looks like a family of three. What's their relationship with Old Yang?"
"Don't you know?" another person said. "That woman is Old Yang's lover from over thirty years ago. He abandoned her to go abroad. That young man is Old Yang's son with that woman, and the child is his grandson."
"My God! My goodness..." the first person exclaimed, "That woman looks only in her forties, yet she has such a grown son? And a grandson?"
"Right? She looks young, but she's actually over fifty. Old Yang is really lucky. As soon as he passed away, both his wives brought their children to mourn him, and they're both so damn beautiful! He's a true winner in life, you can't argue with that!"
"Exactly, look at him, both wives are so damn hot. That's some luck... I wish I were Old Yang..."
"Be content! It seems the one lying in the coffin isn't you. Did you die in Old Yang's place?"
"That's true, that's true, haha... Being alive is better than anything else. Thinking about it that way, I feel better, hahaha..."
A burst of laughter followed. I quietly left, feeling nothing but indifference, except for silently cursing these people for being so boring. Anyway, I had no feelings for that person, and besides, envy and jealousy don't diminish the dignity of the dead.
The next day, many people came again. My cousin Qiangzi was still running around busily, receiving guests and handling related matters. Watching him so diligently working, I felt comforted for my biological father, thankful that he hadn't misjudged Qiangzi, and also thankful that my stepmother had such a warm-hearted and hardworking younger relative to take care of her, preventing her from being left alone and helpless.
But something happened that night that completely shocked me. Because we had been up all day and night, my mother and Chen Airei had gone to sleep in the rest room. A relative of my biological father gave me his car keys and invited me to rest in his car for a while. Unable to refuse his hospitality, and because I was indeed very tired, I didn't object. I
had just dozed off when I was awakened by voices coming from a nearby car. I heard a woman say, "What are you doing? Let me go..."
A man said, "What are you saying I'm doing? Let's take advantage of this time when no one's around, let's get intimate! Baby, don't pretend, I know you want to too, come on..."
The woman said sharply, "Don't talk nonsense... don't touch me..."
The man exclaimed, "Why are you hitting me?"
Then, I saw the car door open, and a young and beautiful woman got out of the back seat—it was my stepmother, Mei Bingjie. She looked pale, her brows furrowed, and she looked furious. I was shocked.
What stunned me even more was that Qiangzi then got out of the back seat and grabbed Mei Bingjie. "Bingjie, what's wrong with you?"
"Let go of me..." Mei Bingjie tried to break free from Qiangzi, and the two of them ended up in front of my car. I quickly took out my phone to film.
"Bingjie, don't do this," Qiangzi said.
Mei Bingjie forcefully broke free from her nephew's grasp, glaring at him angrily. "You bastard, your uncle's body is still warm, and you're already thinking about doing that kind of thing with me? Have you forgotten how he treated you when he was alive? He treated you like his own son!"
Qiangzi said nonchalantly, "So what? We've already done it. He didn't know when he was alive, and now that he's dead, it's none of his business. Besides, even the child is mine. The old man has always raised him as his own child, and he didn't even realize it, did he?"
"Shameless!" Mei Bingjie growled in a low voice, slapping Qiangzi across the face, then looking around.
"You fucking hit me again, try it!" Qiangzi shouted angrily.
Faced with Mei Bingjie's angry glare, he softened again, "Bingjie, don't be like this..."
"Who do you think you are to call me Bingjie?" Mei Bingjie interrupted him coldly, "Get out!"
Qiangzi, without hesitation, grabbed Mei Bingjie and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away forcefully, "If you don't get out, I'll call for help..."
"Then call, call away!" Qiangzi sneered, "If our dirty secrets are exposed, it won't do anyone any good. Do you want all our eight years of hard work to be wasted? We've kept it from the old man for eight years, and we were about to succeed. If you're not afraid of losing everything, then go ahead and call."
Mei Bingjie couldn't help but cover her face and weep. Qiangzi reached out to pull her, but she looked up and shouted, "Get out, I told you to get out!"
Qiangzi stared at her for a while, then said coldly, "Yes, my little aunt."
After he finished speaking, he left, and Mei Bingjie covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She cried for a while, then suddenly saw me in the car, and was shocked, staring blankly at me.
I got out of the car expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, and walked straight to the elevator in the garage.
"Junhao, I..." Mei Bingjie called out behind me, hesitating to finish her sentence. I walked away without turning back.
When I arrived at the funeral hall, my mother was dozing on the sofa, holding the sleeping Chen Airei in her arms. I went over and sat down next to her. She looked up and said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Never mind, I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep..." My mind was filled with the scene I had just witnessed, and I felt very sorry for my father.
His young wife had actually had an affair with his most trusted and valued nephew. I wondered if he knew about it when he was alive? I wondered what kind of grief his spirit would feel if he knew now?
"Get some sleep, okay? You've been up for a whole day and night. If you don't sleep, how can your body take it? We have to go to your father's funeral first thing tomorrow morning," my mother said with heartache.
I chuckled. "You weren't asleep either, were you?"
My mom said, "I'm old, I don't need much sleep. Besides, I just slept for a bit."
"Mom, you're not old at all!" I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "Some people here even think you and I are a couple!"
My mom laughed. "How come these people have such poor eyesight?"
Just then, Mei Bingjie came in. She glanced at me, her eyes full of unease and resentment. In the following days, she would look at me from time to time, looking pitiful. Several times, she wanted to come and talk to me, but she had to give up because there were too many people in the mourning hall.
My mom quietly asked me, "Have you noticed? Why does that Mei Bingjie keep secretly looking at you?"
I smiled and said, "Maybe she's looking at me... looking at her husband?"
To this day, I don't want to say the word "Dad," whether in my heart or out loud.
After a while, my mother said, "It's almost midnight. Go downstairs and burn some paper money for your father." In
our hometown, it's a custom to burn paper money for the deceased's spirit at midnight every day during the vigil. That's what was done when my adoptive father's father passed away, and I burned paper money last night as well.
I was burning paper money at the designated area in the funeral home downstairs when a woman tiptoed over and knelt beside me. Without looking, I knew it was Mei Bingjie.
She silently burned paper money with me, neither of us speaking. After a while, she finally spoke, "You look just like him. I've seen pictures of him when he was young; he was very handsome. You're just as handsome as him."
People used to say I was handsome because I took after my mother, since my adoptive father was quite ordinary-looking. Now I realize I not only inherited my mother's good looks but also my biological father's good looks, which is why I have this face that captivates countless women. How could the child of two such beautiful people not be beautiful?
But I never knew what my biological father looked like when he was young, I had never even seen him in a normal state. What I saw yesterday was just an old man on his deathbed.
Thinking of this, tears silently streamed down my face, and Mei Bingjie's words continued to echo in my ears, "Junhao, just now..."
She seemed very uneasy and timid, "What you saw just now wasn't what you thought. I didn't do anything wrong to your father, at least, I'm not like that..."
I felt this woman was truly shameless; she saw and heard everything, yet she was still trying to deny it. Did I really have to catch her and that Qiangzi in bed together before she would admit it?
I stood up, dusted off the ashes from my hands, and said coldly, "Stepmother, you can't tell me this. Go tell my father in the afterlife. Also..."
I paused, looking at her panicked eyes, "The rest of the paper is yours."
After saying this, I turned and left. She called out "Junhao" behind me, watching me leave helplessly and desperately.
After my biological father's body was cremated, he was immediately buried; the grave had been purchased beforehand. As his ashes were being laid to rest, I stood in the crowd, silently saying in my heart, "Dad, may you rest in peace!"
This was the first time I had called him "Dad," even if only in my heart. Tears silently streamed down my face.
After my father's funeral, my mother and I, along with Chen Airei, sat in the villa where he had lived. Qiangzi, Mei Bingjie, and her son were also there, along with a lawyer.
"Junhao, this is your uncle's will for you and your aunt, and your will..."
Qiangzi said, handing me an envelope and a document. He continued, "I suppose your aunt has already told you that your uncle missed you terribly and always felt sorry for you and your aunt..."
I looked coldly at Mei Bingjie, who was holding her child, her head bowed in fear. I then fixed my gaze on Qiangzi, who was still rambling on.
He noticed and stopped, saying to me, "Junhao, what's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing."
Qiangzi glanced at Mei Bingjie and then said, "According to your uncle's will, he designated you to inherit a storefront in Qingdao. If you have no objections, we'll get the transfer done as soon as possible. When... are you free?"
"In a few days?" I said calmly. "My mom and I are going back to Zibo today. We'll do it when we get back."
Qiangzi glanced at Mei Bingjie again and said, "Okay..."

105. That day, my
mom and I took Chen Airei back to our hometown of Zibo. That evening, we went to my adoptive father's house for dinner. My stepmother and younger brother were there, and the three of them warmly welcomed us.
My dad really liked Chen Airei, treating him like his own grandson. After dinner, while the two women were washing dishes in the kitchen and my brother was playing games in his room, my dad and I sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.
My dad comforted me, telling me to take it easy. I smiled and said, "Dad, I just went with Mom to say goodbye to one of her old friends. My dad is still very healthy."
My dad adjusted his glasses and said, "Junhao, he is, after all, your biological father..."
I interrupted him, "Only biologically. He's at most the one who gave me life."
The father and son were silent for a while, then my dad said, "You know what, your biological father's genes are really good. You've completely inherited his good qualities."
"Have you met him?" I asked.
My dad chuckled, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. "More than just seen him, I knew him!"
He sighed. "Your father was incredibly handsome and dashing in his youth, a real talent for singing and dancing. He was the prince charming in the hearts of girls far and wide, and your mother was one of them. Of course, your mother was also the Snow White in the hearts of many young men. Every time I saw your mother and father walking together so affectionately, I couldn't help but think, 'If only I were that man!'"
At this point, my dad took off his glasses to wipe them, his eyes glistening with tears. "I never imagined my foolish dream would actually come true."
I held back my tears and asked, "Back then, did you never have any doubts?"
“I did have my doubts…” My dad put his glasses back on, “but I was willing to believe your mother. I never thought she would lie to me. I loved her so much back then…”
He paused, then continued, “Actually, I was too stubborn and narrow-minded back then. Now that I think about it, the child I raised for over ten years is my child. No matter who gave birth to him, I am his father, and that’s a fact that no one can change. Parents’ feelings for their children are more about raising them than about giving birth to them.”
Looking at my father, I quietly wiped away the tears welling up in my eyes.
My mother and I stayed in Zibo for two days. She took Chen Airei to see her old friends. I didn't go anywhere because I had something on my mind, and I hadn't contacted any of my former classmates or friends for over ten years since I left. I didn't want to see anyone.
On the day I returned to Qingdao, I saw my mother and Chen Airei off on their flight back to Guangzhou and notified Qin Hao to pick them up there. My mother was puzzled and asked what I was doing. I said I had some things to take care of.
My mother asked what it was. I could only say that I wanted to seek justice for the man she had deeply loved in the past and told her not to interfere.
My mother sighed and took an envelope out of her bag. "This is the suicide note your father left me. Take a look when you have time!"
After seeing my mother and Chen Airei off, I went to my biological father's villa and confronted Mei Bingjie and Qiangzi, showing them the video. Mei Bingjie was immediately overwhelmed with shame and couldn't say a word, only lowering her head and weeping.
"What do you want? Are you planning to seize the inheritance that belongs to my aunt and cousin?" The usually polite Qiangzi finally snapped.
I calmly pointed to Mei Bingjie standing beside me and said to Qiangzi, "Excuse me, but I feel it's necessary to correct you. You don't deserve to call this woman your aunt, and her son isn't your cousin at all."
Hearing my words, Mei Bingjie closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Qiangzi feigned composure and said viciously, "I advise you to mind your own business, take your share and leave, don't get yourself into trouble."
I sneered, "Cousin, are you really that shameless? You and your aunt committed incest, not only had a child, but you also kept my father in the dark, making him love and cherish your child as his own son. And now you want to seize the inheritance he worked so hard for his whole life after his death? Is there anyone more shameless than you two?"
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of my own father, who had done the same thing back then. He got my mother pregnant with me, and then my mother married my adoptive father and gave birth to me. This also subjected my adoptive father to the humiliation of raising someone else's son without his knowledge.
This is truly retribution! What goes around comes around; the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—it really is that true.
Mei Bingjie couldn't help but cover her face and weep aloud. Qiangzi, still shameless, said, "This is slander and defamation. What makes you think you're my son?"
I stared coldly at him, pointed to Mei Bingjie's son who was staring blankly at us, and sneered, "Do you dare to do a paternity test with him? I'm asking you, do you dare?"
Qiangzi's arrogance immediately deflated. He slumped into his chair, glaring at me fiercely, attempting a final stand. "Even so, Bingjie is your father's legally wedded wife, and she should inherit all the property. As for you, who knows if you're my uncle's son? He's dead, ashes. How can we do a test?"
I said coldly, "My father clearly stated in his will, in black and white, that I am his biological son. And these wills have been notarized by a lawyer to confirm his wishes before his death. They are legally binding. You say I'm not, and that's it?"
Qiangzi couldn't help but hang his head in dejection. I continued, “As for Mei Bingjie, she had an affair while married to my father, constantly deceiving him and committing a grave mistake. This marriage was even a conspiracy, a deception orchestrated by her and her lover. As my father’s only son, I have the right to disinherit her estate, understand?”
“I advise you to leave some room for maneuver, so you can face me again someday,” Qiangzi said through gritted teeth, staring at me.
“When you two did those despicable things to my father, why didn’t you think of leaving any room for maneuver? You’ve completely destroyed his life’s work and reputation!”
“Then I’ll fucking kill you…” Qiangzi suddenly roared, lunging at me.
I had anticipated his desperate act, ducking to avoid his punch and landing a blow to his stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Then I quickly twisted his wrist and gripped the back of his neck, pinning him firmly to the table.
Even with all this commotion, I noticed Mei Bingjie’s son still standing there, staring blankly at us like a simpleton, which struck me strangely.
"Please..." Mei Bingjie suddenly cried out, kneeling before me, head bowed, sobbing, "Please, please let us go, please..."
At that moment, her pitiful state made me feel a pang of pity, but it couldn't extinguish my anger. I gritted my teeth and said to her, "My father told me in his will that you were exceptionally good to him, took excellent care of him, and kept him company. He said the years he spent with you were the happiest time of his life, and he told me to treat you well..."
I held back my tears and roared, "Is this how you repay him? My dear stepmother!"
Mei Bingjie immediately broke down in tears.
"You shameless couple, wait to go to court and face moral condemnation!" I said, releasing Qiangzi and slamming the door as I left.
That night, I thought a lot. Did I really have to make all of this public? If so, my father's reputation would be severely damaged, becoming the subject of ridicule for idle people.
As for Mei Bingjie, although she deceived my father, the happiness she brought him in the last few years of his life was real and immense—perhaps more than all the years he had lived before.
But her deception of my father was also real, and it brought him shame. If I didn't expose these things, no one else would know. She was so pitiful; any man would feel pity for her.
But I already knew that she and Qiangzi had conspired to deceive my father and would seize his life's work. How could I sit idly by and not seek justice for my father? I
absolutely couldn't be soft-hearted. I told myself, absolutely not!
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, I took out the will my father had written to my mother from the envelope and unfolded it under the lamplight…
The next day, Mei Bingjie asked to meet me, to talk alone, and I agreed. She asked me to wait for her in the hotel room, and I agreed again. Discussing such shameful matters in a private space was always better than in public.
I hadn't expected Mei Bingjie to bring her dull, lifeless son along. She was still dressed in black, so tragically beautiful and captivating, reminding me of the saying—"To be beautiful, wear mourning clothes." No wonder the old man, shrewd his whole life, was so infatuated with this woman, completely at her mercy.
I warned myself again that no matter what this woman said or did, I absolutely couldn't be soft-hearted. She was the kind of Black Widow from Western movies and novels who specialized in deceiving men, even to the point of death.
"What do you want to talk about? Speak frankly," I said coldly.
"Junhao, could you… not expose us?" Mei Bingjie pleaded tearfully.
"Impossible!" I coldly uttered those three words, staring at her. "Unless…"
a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes, "Unless what? Tell me, and I'll agree to any conditions."
"Unless…" I kept looking at her, inwardly marveling at her beauty!

106.
"Unless you and your illegitimate son voluntarily relinquish your inheritance of the entire estate, there's nothing to discuss," I said coldly.
The flicker of hope in Mei Bingjie's eyes vanished instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes again. After a while, she said, "Junhao, I know I have no right or the right to inherit your father's estate. How about this? Most of it goes to you, and I only want a small portion."
I didn't speak, my cold gaze fixed on her. She quickly said, "If it really doesn't work, any amount will do."
"Heh, heh heh..." I sneered repeatedly, "Are you trying to make a deal with me? Do you think I'm as shameless as you, so shameless as to use my father's hard work and reputation to make a deal with you?"
Mei Bingjie's tears fell instantly. She glanced at her bewildered son beside her, "Junhao, I can't live without money, I really can't live without money!"
Faced with her shamelessness, I really wanted to slap her twice. Pointing at the air, I angrily shouted, "You're going to deceive my father just to have money, and treat someone else's son as his own, letting him love and raise him? Do you think that's fair to him? His dignity and feelings deserve to be trampled on by you and your lover?"
She knelt down abruptly, tears streaming down her face, "I was wrong, I was really wrong. But now, it's too late to say anything..."
She sobbed, and after crying for a while, she said again, "Junhao, please let me go, let my son and me go, okay?"
"Don't give me that..." I said coldly. "Get up and tell me everything."
Mei Bingjie got up and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly beginning her story.
"Qiangzi is my ex-boyfriend. We dated for two years before I broke up with him. Eight years ago, he found me and said his uncle had returned to China and was very rich. He also said his uncle had cancer and wouldn't live for many more years. He wanted me to approach him, gain his trust and affection, and then marry him." "
Qiangzi's plan was that his uncle would pass away in three to five years, or at most ten years. He had no children, and all his inheritance would go to me. That was a huge fortune that we could never obtain even if we worked hard our whole lives."
"Once his uncle died, whether we married or not, we would split all the inheritance equally. By then, we would both be financially independent, but it would cost me several years of my youth."
“Although I really needed money at the time, I didn’t want to lie with him, and I certainly didn’t want to sacrifice my body for money. But Qiangzi said, ‘If you don’t do it, what about your dad and your brother?’ At that time, my dad had lost money in the stock market and owed hundreds of thousands of yuan. He was being pressured by his creditors and was desperate. My brother was about to go to university and needed money. I gritted my teeth and agreed to Qiangzi’s plan. He paid off my dad’s gambling debts and said that when we split our money, it would be deducted from that.”
“That’s how I became your father’s private secretary. I was inseparable from him and soon he couldn’t live without me…”
“In less than a year, I married your father and became his second wife. He treated me very well, you could say he cherished me. I never thought that one day…”
Mei Bingjie suddenly burst into tears. After crying for a while, she sobbed, “One day, when your dad wasn’t home, Qiangzi… he raped me. In his words, he had paid off my dad’s gambling debts before, and he hadn’t received a single penny back yet. Consider it as me paying back the interest.”
"Not long after, I became pregnant, but I wasn't sure who the father was. Judging from the timeline, it should be Qiangzi's, but it could also be your father's. However, I think it's much more likely to be Qiangzi's."
"I felt sorry for your father. I wanted to go to the hospital alone for an abortion, but when Qiangzi found out, he said it was God helping us. He thought I would get pregnant with your father's child soon, but nothing happened. Unexpectedly, God made him overstep his bounds and get me pregnant for your father. If I give birth to this child, inheriting your father's estate will be even more natural and a matter of course."
"But how could I want to lie to your father like this? I already felt uneasy pretending to marry him, and now I have to pretend that someone else's child is his child, which makes me feel even more sorry for him."
"When Qiangzi saw I was unwilling, he threatened and bribed me, saying that if I didn't agree, I would immediately repay the debt he had paid for my father, and he had the IOU I wrote."
Mei Bingjie sobbed uncontrollably, then stopped crying and continued, "I had no choice but to give in to him and tell your father I was pregnant with his child. Your father was overjoyed. He said he originally had a son, but since he was someone else's son, he couldn't see him, so it was as if he had no son at all. He thought he would never have a child in his life, but unexpectedly, he became pregnant after turning fifty. It was truly God's pity and blessing upon him..."
"After I became pregnant, your father was immersed in happiness every day, often holding me or lying on my belly and laughing like an idiot. Seeing him like this, I felt so heartbroken..."
Listening to Mei Bingjie's words, I felt as if my heart was being torn apart. Just thinking about that fifty-something-year-old man being completely manipulated by these two scoundrels filled me with grief and indignation. I really wanted to chop up this woman in front of me and then chop up my cousin too.
"Several times, I really wanted to tell your father the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I even thought about running away so that your father and Qiangzi would never find me. Even if it meant your father was worried sick about me and the baby in my belly, it would be better than him being deceived so badly by us." "
So, under Qiangzi's encouragement and coercion, and amidst anxiety and inner turmoil, I gave birth to this child. Your father was even happier, and he treated me even better, twice as good. He often said that Junbao and I were the most precious gifts God had given him."
"To atone for my sins, I had no choice but to treat him even better. During this time, Qiangzi would come and bother me from time to time, but I firmly refused him and didn't give him another chance to take advantage of me."
"As time went by, I really developed feelings for your father, and I really regarded him as my husband and the biological father of my child. I even began to feel grateful that God had let me meet such a good person and pushed me into his life. I prayed to God that my husband would live as long as possible, and I would rather be his wife for the rest of my life, taking care of him and serving him for the rest of my life."
"But fate didn't grant my wish. Your father still left the two people he loved most, Junbao and me..."
Mei Bingjie finished speaking and burst into tears. I watched coldly, wondering how much of what she said was true and how much was false? Or was it all a lie, a tragic play staged by her and my cousin in front of me?
But looking at her sincere expression, it didn't seem fake. I've seen countless people, especially women; I understand them too well. Even the best actress can't hide her flaws.
She stopped speaking, looking at me with teary eyes. After a long pause, I finally spoke, "Get out, take your child, and get out now."
Mei Bingjie stared at me blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring, "Junhao, you..."
I waved my hand to interrupt her, "Don't say anything more. I won't believe a single word you say. So, it's still the same: either give up your inheritance rights, or see you in court."
"Junhao..." Her tearful eyes stared at me pitifully, "I promise, after I get the property, I'll give you the vast majority. You can give us a small share, however much or how little, as long as it's enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, okay? Please."
I said coldly, "I've said it before, I will never trade my father's blood, sweat, and reputation with you. You and my cousin treated my father like a fool, deceiving and manipulating him, making him love you and speak well of you until his death. I won't leave you a single penny."
I stood up, my back to Mei Bingjie, and raised my left hand, saying, "Get out!"
To my surprise, there was no sound behind me for a long time. When I turned around, I was utterly shocked.
Mei Bingjie stood before me, completely naked, her clothes, including her underwear, piled at her feet. She had a stunning figure—tall and slender, without an ounce of excess fat. Her breasts were perfectly round and firm, neither too big nor too small, and her lower abdomen was covered in soft pubic hair. Her legs were long and straight. Her body was like a masterpiece of art.
"You, you... what are you doing?" In a panic, I turned around, stammering with my back to her.
I admit her naked body was very alluring; probably no man in the world could resist such temptation. But she was once my father's wife, and after all, my stepmother. How could I possibly be attracted to her?
Mei Bingjie came in front of me, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Junhao, as long as you promise me, I'll do anything for you."
I roared, "How could you do this? Your child is watching you!"
"He's only six years old, and he's mentally challenged; he doesn't understand anything..." she cried, suddenly hugging and kissing me.
I pushed her away, slapped her across the face, and said fiercely, "You're shameless! Even if he doesn't understand, can you undress and be naked in front of a man, even do that kind of thing? You don't deserve to be a mother."
She covered the side of her face where she had been slapped, staring at me with tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, she squatted down, hugged her knees, buried her face in them, and sobbed uncontrollably.
I turned my back to her again and said coldly, "Put on your clothes and get out."
After a while, I turned around and saw that Mei Bingjie was dressed and leading her son towards the door. The little guy still had a blank look in his eyes, completely unaware of what had just happened.
I couldn't bear it for a moment and said, "Wait..." Mei Bingjie

,
with her back to me, said, "I brought this humiliation upon myself today. I just put all my dignity as a woman under your feet and let you trample on it. What more do you want?"
"You just said that your son is an idiot. I want to know, what's his condition?"
She turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her son and looking at a certain spot in the room. She said calmly, "He has autism, a moderate case..."
I was shocked and slowly walked towards the mother and son. She continued, “It was diagnosed when he was three. Your father told me that even if he went bankrupt, he would cure the child’s illness. Even if he were gone, I would continue to treat him…”
Mei Bingjie wiped away her tears and sobbed, “So all I wanted just now was enough money for treatment, or even just enough for him to live on for the rest of his life if he couldn’t be cured.”
I was deeply moved and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, quietly watching this beautiful but sorrowful woman. At that moment, the little boy mumbled, “Mommy, I want some water.” Mei
Bingjie looked around, went over, picked up a bottle of complimentary mineral water from the hotel, sat back down on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her son.
“If you don’t believe me, I can show you the doctor’s diagnosis report…” she said as she watched her son drink the water. Finally, she took a piece of paper from her bag and handed it to me without looking up.
I took it and saw many words written on it, including “Yang Junbao,” “three years old,” “autism,” and “moderate.”
I held out my hand to Yang Junbao. Mei Bingjie glanced at me and said to her son, "Bao'er, come here."
Yang Junbao walked over to me, and I held him between my legs, gently stroking his little face. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, and the words my father had written to my mother in his last letter echoed in my mind.
"Meiyun, this child may not be mine, and I haven't asked Bingjie because it's pointless. I raised him for six years, and he is my son. Besides, no matter what Bingjie did behind my back, her heart for me is genuine. So I hope that even if Junhao finds out something, he won't make things difficult for them."
As soon as my father finished speaking, my adoptive father's words echoed in my mind, "Now that I think about it, the child I raised for over ten years is my child. No matter who gave birth to him, I am his father, and that's a fact that no one can change..."
I held back my tears and thought to myself, since my father treated this child as his own until his death, then let him be my younger brother!
"Let's do as you just said," I suddenly said.
Mei Bingjie paused, looking at me in surprise. "Junhao..."
I smiled calmly. "My ex-wife once said that for a lonely person, the most important thing is companionship... In the last few years of my father's life, it was you and your child who accompanied him, allowing him to spend the happiest time of his life. For that reason alone, I choose to believe in you and grant your wish."
Tears streamed down her face again as she murmured, "You... your ex-wife?"
I smiled bitterly. "To be precise, she was my deceased wife; she is no longer alive."
"Then... how did she die?"
"I don't want to talk about that..." I said, taking out the will my father had given to my mother and handing it to Mei Bingjie. "This is what the old man wrote for my mother; take a look for yourself."
Mei Bingjie took it and read it carefully, tears streaming down her face. Eventually, she clutched the will to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
I stared at her and said coldly, "But I need you to promise me you won't let that bastard Qiangzi get a single penny. Can you do that?"
She shook her head and cried, "No, I have no right to inherit a single penny of your father's estate..."
She sobbed uncontrollably. I said, "None of us have the right, but this is the old man's last wish. We should let his spirit rest in peace."
After Mei Bingjie's crying subsided, I said again, "Can you keep what I just said?"
"Yes..." She choked back a sob and wiped away her tears, saying, "That's no problem. I am your father's legal wife, and the initiative is in my hands."
"Okay, you finish the inheritance procedures first. As for the division between us, we'll talk about that later. You need to move to a different place, even a different city, so that Qiangzi doesn't find you and your son. I'm worried he might harm you. Do you understand?"
Mei Bingjie nodded tearfully, "Yes, I understand."
“If I find out you and Qiangzi staged this whole thing for me, or violated any of our agreements…”
I said, walking to the side and taking out my phone, which I had hidden in the shadows. “Everything you said and did just now, including your naked body, was recorded. I will sue you in court, confiscate all your property, and ruin your reputation.”
She wiped away her tears and looked at me firmly, saying, “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say. Also, I will never do anything bad with Qiangzi again, and I will never have any contact with him again. Now all I want is to take good care of Bao’er and make sure he will always be your father’s child. Please believe me.”
I nodded. “You can go now, and do as I say immediately. Don’t let my cousin see through your act; he’s not someone to be trifled with.”
As Mei Bingjie led Yang Junbao to the door, she turned to me, tears streaming down her face, and said, “Thank you, Junhao. I will never forget your great kindness.”
She bowed deeply to me. I said, "I did this not for you, but for my father."
She straightened up, wiping away her tears, and said, "No matter who you did it for, you and your father are the best people I've ever met in my life." After
she finished speaking, she took the still dazed Yang Junbao's hand, turned around, opened the door, and left.
I stood blankly in the middle of the room, silently praying, "Dad, was what I did right? If you know from heaven, would you really want to see me do this?"
My gaze fell on the bottle of mineral water that Yang Junbao had just drunk from.
That very day, I took the bottle of mineral water to the medical testing center and had Yang Junbao's DNA compared with mine. A few days later, the results came back, confirming some of my suspicions while also surprising me. Yang Junbao and I were indeed brothers; he was my father's biological son.
Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at the report, silently repeating in my heart, "Dad, can you see this? Junbao is your own flesh and blood; he's my own brother!"
I took a picture of the report and sent it to Mei Bingjie. She cried again on the phone, finally managing to choke out, "Thank God, and thank you, Junhao, thank you..."
I asked her if she hadn't considered secretly doing a paternity test after six years. She said she had thought about it, but felt the chances were too slim, so she preferred to keep that sliver of hope in her heart, allowing herself to always consider Bao'er as my father's flesh and blood.
"Take good care of my father's son and raise him," I said coldly, hanging up the phone.
On the day I returned to Suizhou, while waiting at the airport, a sudden phone call stirred up a huge wave of turmoil in my already calmed emotions.
This was an international call. The caller immediately said, "Junhao, this is Jessica. Do you remember me?"
I quickly recalled her name and remembered her. She was Suo Wanling's goddaughter from Austria, and she had accompanied Suo Wanling back a few months ago. We had met once at Suo Wanling's place.
"Jessica, hello, hello..." My heart was pounding because I felt that contacting her was the same as contacting Suo Wanling. "How is Sister Ling? Are she and her son doing well?"
Jessica smiled and said, "Junhao, don't worry, godmother and Mo Hui are both fine. I called you today because I wanted to tell you something."
"What is it? Tell me," I said eagerly.
"Do you know what Mo Hui's last name is?" she asked.
I was completely baffled. "I don't know, I only know his name is Mo Hui."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then she said, "Mo Hui's surname is Chen, his full name is Chen Mo Hui."
My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Is Sister Ling's husband also surnamed Chen?"
"No, Godmother doesn't have a husband at all. She's been taking care of your child all by herself."
Jessica's words shocked me. "How...how could that be? Didn't she get married in Austria? That man is of Chinese descent and is willing to be Mo Hui's father. How could this be?"
Jessica sighed, "She lied to you. She was afraid you'd feel guilty and keep bothering them. She didn't want to affect your family, especially since your wife is her daughter."
At that moment, my heart ached. I had thought there was a reliable man over there to take care of them, but little did I know that from beginning to end, it was all her alone—one woman carrying the child, one woman giving birth, one woman raising the child—while I hadn't done anything for them.
Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face. Jessica's voice continued to echo in my ears, "My godmother has always told me not to tell any of you about this, not even you or Sister Feifei. But it's so hard for her to raise the child alone, so incredibly hard. Even though I, her goddaughter, help her, how can I take her husband's place? My godmother is having such a difficult time..."
Jessica broke down in tears. I said, "Jessica, don't cry, please continue telling me."
Jessica stopped crying, sobbed, and said, "Although my godmother repeatedly told me not to tell any of you this secret, I really can't bear to see her like this..."
She cried again, and after a while, sobbed, "You know what? Brother Junhao..."
Then, Jessica told me something that broke my heart. It was this incident that made me make a crucial decision without hesitation.

(To be continued)

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