Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (49 to 55)

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49.
“Feifei…” I murmured, speechless with astonishment, “You… how are you here?”
Sophie didn’t answer me, tears streaming down her face. She stared at me, shaking her head repeatedly, “Why? Why is it you? Why is my mother’s lover you?”
I was speechless, even contemplating suicide. Her heartbroken questions continued to echo in my ears, “Why? Why did this happen? Tell me!”
“Feifei, I…” I hesitated, truly unsure how to tell her, what to say.
Sophie wiped away her tears, her tearful eyes fixed on me, “These past few days, I’ve felt something was off with Mom, even suspecting she was having an affair. Today, with such heavy rain, Grandma and I both advised her not to go out, but she insisted on seeing that so-called old classmate, making me even more suspicious. But, I never imagined…” She
sobbed as she finished speaking. My heart ached terribly. I moved closer to her, wanting to embrace her.
"Don't touch me!" she cried out, pushing me away and still glaring at me hatefully. "I never imagined that man would be you! Tonight, if I hadn't been worried about her because it was so late, and hadn't come here specifically to meet her, I wouldn't have witnessed you and her being so affectionate and inseparable..."
She started crying again, and after a while continued, "I also wouldn't have known that you were my mother's lover."
"I'm sorry, Feifei, I..." I was still speechless.
"Tell me, you rejected me before not because of your so-called ex-girlfriend, but because of my mother, right?" She stared at me through teary eyes.
Under her gaze, I felt like a pathetic clown. I hesitated for a moment and said, "Feifei, listen to me, this is complicated. But no matter what, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, don't blame your mother."
"Then tell me, what exactly happened?" she cried out to me.
I decided to tell her everything, even though it was difficult to say and would hurt her even more. "Do you remember the car accident I told you about? Do you remember how I became Xiaoqin's brother and her only family, relying on her and taking care of her for the rest of her life?"
I looked up at Sophie's tearful eyes. "It's all because of your father, Su Jueming. The car that killed Xiaoqin's brother was your father Su Jueming's car. He was in that car at the time, but he didn't even look at Zhengming's body..."
Sophie's tears streamed down her face, her expression one of disbelief. I seemed to see that tragic scene again. "Does the poor deserve to be killed and left lying on the cold ground, not even deserving a glance from the rich?"
I wiped away my tears. "So from that moment on, I decided to take revenge on your father, Su Jueming, to make him pay for his indifference, ruthlessness, and despicable actions back then. So I..."
"So you meticulously approached me..." Su Fei stared at me and said, "Approached my mother, made us both your lovers, to take revenge on my father, even to tear our family apart, to ruin my father's reputation, and thus achieve your goal of revenge, is that right?"
I nodded helplessly and powerlessly. She shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, and after a long while said, "Then do you love me? Did you love me during the process of carrying out your revenge plan?"
Yes! Did I love her? I couldn't help but ask myself. I knew very well how I felt about Su Wanling, but I was somewhat confused about Su Fei, though I was certain that she had always moved me.
I said, "I really didn't want to hurt you, so I decided to break up with you halfway through because I didn't want you to get too deeply involved and unable to extricate yourself..."
She interrupted me with a sob, "But I'm already deeply involved and can't extricate myself!"
I stared at her blankly, only to hear her continue, "Do you know how I've been these past few days? Not a single day has passed without me thinking about you, not a single moment has passed without your image on my mind. Do you know how much I love you?"
She paused, "Now I want you to tell me clearly, do you love me?"
I couldn't bear to look into her tearful eyes and lowered my head. She paused, wiped away her tears, and said, "Then do you love her? Do you love my mother?"
I looked at Sophie with tears in my eyes and nodded. She burst into tears, glanced away, wiped them away, and said coldly, "You're such a Casanova, and a complete bastard."
I nodded and said, "You're right, I am a bastard."
"But what am I supposed to do?" she cried, suddenly hitting and shouting at me, "I've fallen in love with you, hopelessly in love with you, I'll never love anyone else in this life, yet you treat me like this, what am I supposed to do?"
I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, letting her sob uncontrollably in my embrace. At that moment, I truly hated myself, wishing I could kill myself.
"What should I do? What am I supposed to do?" Sophie cried uncontrollably in my arms.
I couldn't say anything, I couldn't do anything, I could only hold her tightly, tears streaming down my face.
She suddenly pushed me away, coldly saying, "From now on, let's never see each other again."
My heart ached terribly. I reached out to grab her hand, but she shook it off. "I absolutely will not allow myself to be with a man who was with my mother."
I pulled her into a tight embrace, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She struggled and cried in my arms, then suddenly bit my shoulder. I hissed in pain, and suddenly saw a figure standing in the shadows. She was covering her mouth, looking at me and Sophie with utter astonishment. I was
stunned, muttering, "Wanling..."
Sophie also turned around. With nowhere to hide, Suo Wanling could only turn away, still covering her mouth, seemingly crying.
Sophie pushed me away forcefully and ran towards the gate of the family quarters. As she passed her mother, Suo Wanling grabbed her, "Feifei..."
But she didn't say a word, didn't even glance at her mother, and broke free from Suo Wanling's grasp, continuing to run inside.
“Feifei, Feifei…” Suo Wanling called out, watching her daughter’s figure disappear into the night.
I steeled myself and walked up to Suo Wanling. She turned and stared at me, coldly asking, “Is the man Feifei mentioned you?”
I was ashamed and nodded. She slapped me hard across the face and turned to leave. I grabbed her and said, “Sister, I’m sorry…”
She turned back and glared at me fiercely, her eyes filled with tears. “You should say that to Feifei.”
I said through tears, “Yes, I’m sorry to her, but I’m sorry to you too.”
Suo Wanling also shed tears. “But why did you do this?”
“I…I…” I was speechless again.
“Forget it, don’t say anything. I heard everything just now,” she said coldly.
Later I learned that after Suo Wanling returned home that night, her sister told her that Su Fei had gone to the gate of the residential area to meet her because she was worried about her. She went out to look for her daughter and witnessed what had just happened, and overheard many of my conversations with Su Fei.
She suddenly sneered, "Aren't you smug now? My daughter and I are completely infatuated with you, we're even jealous of each other..."
"I didn't!" I blurted out, looking at her. "Sister, I really didn't say that. On the contrary, I regret it now. If I could turn back time, I would truly wish none of this had happened."
"But it has already happened!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
Finally, she wiped away her tears. "Go! I won't see you again."
She turned and walked inside. I grabbed her. "Sister Ling..."
She stared at me with icy eyes. I said, "I...I love you!"
After a long while, she said coldly, "Let go of me."
I had no choice but to let go, watching her leave, unable to do anything until her figure was swallowed by the night.
Sitting in the car, I slapped myself twice, my mind in turmoil, for my previous absurdity and shamelessness, for the hurt those two women had suffered.
On a public bench in the family quarters, the mother and daughter sat together, but remained silent. After a long silence, Su Wanling looked at her daughter uneasily. "Feifei, Mom really didn't know before. This is how it happened."
Su Fei's gaze remained fixed elsewhere. She sneered, "Does that matter?"
She then fixed her gaze on her mother. "What matters is that you, as a married woman and a mother of two, slept with a man, and that man is the one your daughter loves..."
She burst into tears. "Mom, how could you do this? You're my most beloved mother, the person I've admired and been closest to since I was little. How can I face you now? How can I love you again?"
Su Wanling's head was bowed low as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry..."
She looked up at her daughter again. "Feifei, do you still love him? If you truly love him, please forget all of this, and I promise you, I will never see him again."
Su Fei gave a cold laugh. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her mother. "Mom, what are you saying? Do you know what you're saying?"
She paused, then continued, "He loves you, not me. And do you think I knew that man loved you, and that you slept with him, yet still wanted to be with him no matter what? You're shameless, but am I shameless too?"
Hearing her daughter's words, Su Wanling wept uncontrollably, her daughter's cold words still echoing in her ears, "When we get home, let's pretend nothing happened, don't let Grandma and Auntie find out anything. I won't sleep with you tonight, I'll sleep in the living room, and we'll still have Grandpa's seventh-day memorial service tomorrow. But after tomorrow..."
Su Fei's next words pierced Su Wanling's heart like a thousand arrows, "Aunt Su, we're no longer mother and daughter. Thank you for raising me and taking care of me for over twenty years."
Under her mother's tearful gaze, Su Fei stood up and left. Su Wanling grabbed her, pitifully saying, "Feifei, don't be like this..."
She struggled to break free from her mother's grasp and walked away without looking back, leaving Su Wanling behind her, calling out sadly to her retreating figure, "Feifei, Feifei..."

Fifty.
In the days that followed, I couldn't contact the mother and daughter anymore; they had both blocked me. Despite my deep worry and regret, there was nothing I could do.
I forced myself to go to the procuratorate to find Su Fei, but she refused to see me; I couldn't even get through the door.
I regretted it terribly, just like I told Su Wanling that night: if time could turn back, I would rather nothing had happened, or even that I had never met them.
After National Day, Wen Hong suddenly called me to her house one day. When I arrived, she was crying alone. I didn't know what had happened to her, so I asked her, and she showed me a piece of paper on the coffee table.
It was a hospital abortion bill. Only then did I realize that about two months earlier, Wen Xiaoting had secretly gone to the hospital for an abortion. Today, Wen Hong accidentally discovered this while tidying her daughter's room.
"This girl, I've never mistreated her since she was little, I've given her the best I could, but she..."
Wen Hong choked up, wiping away her tears, "She really has no self-respect, actually doing something like this, I...I..."
She couldn't continue, sobbing. I could only put my arm around her shoulder and comfort her gently, finally asking, "What do you plan to do about this?"
"I've already called her, she should be on her way back now..." Wen Hong choked up, "I don't know how to talk to her, this girl, she really breaks my heart. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions, so I called you here..."
She looked up at me, "Junhao, I'm sorry to have troubled you, getting you involved in this mess between my daughter and me."
I smiled and said, "Sister, it's okay, you and Tingting have troubled me a lot over the years, I'm used to it, what can I do, I'm your brother?"
She smiled gently at me, placed a hand on my thigh, wiped away her tears and sighed.
A short while later, Wen Xiaoting rushed home. Seeing her mother's unusual mood, and then seeing me, she was quite surprised and uneasy, timidly saying, "Mom..."
"Don't call me Mom." Wen Hong sat on the sofa, hands clasped in her arms, her face cold, not even glancing at her daughter.
Although I had just told her to be more polite, she was furious the moment she saw her daughter. Wen Xiaoting saw the surgery payment slip and understood everything.
"Mom, I..." She was overwhelmed with shame, hesitating to speak.
"Wen Xiaoting, what have I been saying to you all this time? Haven't I been good to you? Why did you do this? Why did you treat me like this?"
Wen Hong was filled with grief and indignation, clutching her clothes, tears streaming down her face as she spoke to her daughter. I could only put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
"Mom, I... I was wrong, I'm so sorry..." Wen Xiaoting also shed tears, her head bowed.
“Of course you’ve wronged me. I raised you with so much care, and you got pregnant out of wedlock. You…you…”
Wen Hong paused, then continued, “You’ve wronged yourself even more. You’re only twenty! How can you be so self-degrading?”
“Mom, I haven’t been self-degrading. I’m twenty years old, not a child anymore,” Wen Xiaoting cried.
Wen Hong immediately flew into a rage. “Isn’t this self-degrading? So young, and you just sleep with men like that, and you’re pregnant with someone else’s child. What’s not self-degrading?”
Wen Xiaoting looked away, muttering under her breath, “As if you’ve done something so good, so virtuous?”
I immediately stopped her, “Tingting!”
“What did you say? Say it again!” Wen Hong yelled, pointing at her daughter.
Wen Xiaoting fell silent. After a short while, Wen Hong asked, "Tell me, whose is it?"
Wen Xiaoting stammered, "That person, you've seen him..."
I understood; she was referring to Zhang Xiang, the handsome young man I'd met with Wen Hong and me that morning. I'd even driven him to his workplace.
Wen Hong asked, "I knew it was him. Where is he?" "At work, I guess
? Who knows?" Wen Xiaoting replied nonchalantly.
"I mean, what's his attitude towards this?" Wen Hong suddenly shouted, clearly furious, pointing at her daughter and panting, "You...you go and call him here."
"Mom, what are you going to do?" Wen Xiaoting stared at her mother with tears in her eyes, asking helplessly and confusedly.
"I...what am I going to do?" Wen Hong pointed at herself, "He got my daughter pregnant, can't I even demand an explanation from him?"
“There’s no need.”
“Why?”
“We’ve broken up…” Wen Xiaoting said, looking away, “Besides, he doesn’t even know about it.”
“What did you say? You…you…say it again.” Wen Hong was incredulous, her voice trembling with anger.
“I mean, we’re over, and he doesn’t know I’m pregnant and had an abortion.”
“You…you…” Wen Hong was so angry she couldn’t speak, and reached out to hit her daughter, but I stopped her.
While stopping Wen Hong, I asked, “Tingting, explain yourself, what exactly happened?”
Wen Xiaoting then told us that not long after her mother and I caught her and Zhang Xiang at home, she discovered that Zhang Xiang was cheating on her with one of her best friends and broke up with him.
A few days later, she found out she was pregnant, but didn’t tell Zhang Xiang, and secretly went to the hospital to have an abortion.
“You…how could you be so stupid, so foolish? Such a big thing happened, and you didn’t even tell him, you’re carrying his child!” Wen Hong shouted in grief and indignation.
"So what?" Wen Xiaoting shouted at her mother, "Is it necessary? I've already broken up with him, why tell him? What's the point of doing this?"
Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, Wen Hong slapped her daughter. I quickly called out, "Sister!" Wen Xiaoting covered her face, staring blankly at her mother, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You...you...you're going to be the death of me!" Wen Hong was furious, frantically searching for something to grab. Unable to find anything, she grabbed a cushion and threw it at her daughter, then continued searching.
I quickly stopped her, "Sister, calm down, don't be impulsive."
"Brother Junhao, don't stop her, let her beat me to death!" Wen Xiaoting's tears streamed down her face as she glared hatefully at her mother.
"Fine, I'll grant your wish," Wen Hong yelled, lunging at Wen Xiaoting, but I caught her.
Unable to break free, she pointed at her daughter and cursed, "Wen Xiaoting, you shameless thing! I don't have a daughter like you!"
Wen Xiaoting retorted, "Wen Hong, I'm not a child anymore. If you keep hitting and cursing me like this, I won't be polite anymore."
"You... what are you going to do? You dare hit me?" Wen Hong trembled with anger, then said to me behind her, "Junhao, let go! I want to see if this brat dares to lay a hand on me!"
"You two, please shut up," I pleaded.
Wen Hong panted for a few moments, then said, "I've worked so hard to raise you, providing you with food, clothes, and education, and this is how you repay me?"
Wen Xiaoting remained silent, wiped away her tears, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.
"Stop! Where are you going?" Wen Hong called out.
Wen Xiaoting ignored her and went to the entrance to change her shoes. Wen Hong yelled again, "If you dare step out of this house today, don't ever come back!"
Wen Xiaoting sneered, "Don't worry, even if I die out there, I won't come back."
Wen Hong didn't expect her daughter to talk back like that, and in a fit of rage, she rushed over and slapped Wen Xiaoting. Wen Xiaoting instantly lost control, crying and lunging at her mother, and the two started fighting.
I quickly stepped in to break up the fight, accidentally getting punched several times and scratched a couple of times. I thought to myself, what the hell is going on?
After finally managing to calm the mother and daughter down, I hugged Wen Xiaoting and turned my back to Wen Hong, finally separating the two irrational women.
"My dear ladies, please, please stop fighting, okay?" I pleaded, finding the mother and daughter's antics both funny and exasperating.
Wen Xiaoting leaned against me and sobbed uncontrollably, while Wen Hong turned her back to me, covering her mouth and sobbing uncontrollably. After the mother and daughter had cried for a while, I said to Wen Hong, "How about this, sister? I'll take Tingting to my place, and you two can both calm down."
Wen Hong still had her back to me, only crying and not saying a word. I pushed Wen Xiaoting outside, "Let's go! Let's go!"

Fifty-one,
in the apartment I used as my studio, Wen Xiaoting was drinking and crying, recounting her past with her mother. Before coming here, she insisted on drinking, and I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I bought ten cans of beer from the convenience store downstairs and ordered some barbecue takeout.
The little girl was sobbing, saying that her mother never cared about her, and apart from satisfying her material needs, she had never entered her heart. Whenever she did something wrong, she would be scolded.
"I don't know if other people's mothers are like this? But I really don't want to have a mother like this..." Wen Xiaoting said, crying, drinking heavily.
I quickly took the can from her hand, and she threw herself into my arms, crying uncontrollably. I could only hug her and comfort her, telling her that her mother actually loved her very much, but hadn't adopted the right way to interact with her daughter—the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism, and so on.
"Brother..." the little girl lifted her tear-streaked face from my arms, sobbing, "I don't want a mother, I want a father... Brother, tell me, is my father still alive? Where is he?"
Looking at her pitiful appearance, I truly couldn't bear it. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I held back. Because I knew that, at least for now, I couldn't tell the little girl anything.
"Your father... he is indeed no longer alive..." I said, hardening my heart.
Wen Xiaoting cried even harder, and then, she fell asleep in my arms.
I hadn't expected her alcohol tolerance to be so low. Of course, it could also be because she was too heartbroken; drinking to drown her sorrows only made them worse, leading to her passing out.
I picked Wen Xiaoting up and carried her to the bedroom, my heart overflowing with love and tenderness for this girl I had always considered my sister.
I had just put Wen Xiaoting on the bed and covered her with a blanket when her phone rang, the screen flashing the name "Zhang Xiang." I thought to myself, "I was just about to settle scores with you, you bastard, and here you are, coming to my door.
" "Tingting, you finally answered my call?" Zhang Xiang said on the other end. I didn't say anything, wanting to hear what he had to say next.
"Tingting, you...you've been doing well lately? I miss you so much. What happened that day, I'm so sorry, but I really..."
"Where are you?" I suddenly asked coldly.
Zhang Xiang was startled. "You...who are you?"
I said in a deep voice, "I'm Tingting's brother. We met once before."
Zhang Xiang remembered and said, "Oh, big brother, it's you!"
"Where are you?" I asked again.
When I arrived at the Japanese restaurant, the streetlights were already on. From the outside, I saw Zhang Xiang busy behind the counter. I dialed his number and told him I had arrived. Zhang Xiang looked up, saw me, exchanged a few words with his colleague, and walked out of the restaurant.
“Brother…” Zhang Xiang lowered his head in shame when he saw me.
“Come with me,” I said, turning to leave.
He followed, saying as we walked, “Brother, why don’t you say what you have to say here? I’m busy right now, I can’t leave.”
I remained silent, my face cold, and continued walking until I led him to an empty stairwell.
As soon as we arrived, I turned and punched Zhang Xiang in the face. Caught off guard, he fell to the ground, staring blankly at me.
"Do you know why I punched you?" I shouted, pointing at Zhang Xiang on the ground.
He covered the side of his face I had hit and nodded. I punched him again and shouted, "Do you know why I punched you this time?"
Zhang Xiang shook his head. I took a deep breath and said coldly, "Stand up."
As he stood, I said fiercely, "The first punch I threw was at you, the scumbag who cheated on his girlfriend with her best friend. Do you accept that?"
Zhang Xiang, his face contorted with rage, said, "Brother, I accept it."
"As for the second punch..." I paused, looking at him, and said, "It was at you, the bastard who got a girl pregnant without even knowing it."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "B-Brother, what did you say? Tingting...she's pregnant?"
I glared at him and said, "Yes! Your child, but she's already had an abortion."
Zhang Xiang murmured, "Then why...why didn't she tell me?"
I sighed, "She thought that since she'd broken up with you, there was no need to tell you, so she secretly went to the hospital and had an abortion..."
At this point, I glared at him again, "You heartless bastard."
"I...I..." Zhang Xiang was completely disoriented. He squatted down on the ground, covering his head with his hands. After a long while, he looked up at me again. "She...she, why did she do this?"
I said impatiently, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Maybe you broke her heart?"
He suddenly stood up and grabbed my hand, saying urgently, "Big brother, where is Tingting now? Take me to see her. She's been ignoring me and not answering my calls lately."
I said coldly, "Why would she care about you after you've done something so despicable?"
"I...I was wrong, but I really love her!" Zhang Xiang was almost crying.
I sneered, "You love her? You love her and yet you cheated on her with her best friend?"
Zhang Xiang said helplessly and anxiously, "I was drunk that day and thought that girl was Tingting, so I... Brother, I only did it once, really. I've been regretting it terribly these past few days, and I really miss Tingting. Brother, please help me!"
"Who knows if you're telling the truth?" I shook off his hand and said coldly, "Don't come near my sister again, or I'll beat you every time I see you, understand?" After
I finished speaking, I turned and left, hearing Zhang Xiang call out behind me, "Brother, brother..."
On the way back, I drove, my mind filled with thoughts, thinking of Su Wanling and her daughter Su Fei. I just cursed Zhang Xiang as worse than a pig or a dog, but what I did to that mother and daughter was no different, even more despicable than Zhang Xiang.
At this moment, I silently called out in my heart, Sister Ling, I miss you, I really miss you.
When I arrived at the building where I lived, I was stunned to see Su Fei walking out of the building. I didn't expect her to be here. She hadn't seen me or answered my calls these past few days, and I never expected her to come looking for me here.
Sophie saw me too, paused for a moment, lowered her head, and quickly walked away. I chased after her and grabbed her, saying, "Feifei..."
"Let go of me!" She stared at me coldly, and I had no choice but to release her. She
glanced away and sneered, "I still had a sliver of hope for you, but I never expected you..."
She trailed off. I asked, "I don't understand what you mean?"
She turned to look at me, "I came today because of my mother..."
I said, puzzled, "Your mother...?"
"You told me before that you loved my mother. These past few days I've thought a lot and recalled a lot. I can feel that she was very happy when she was with you. I've never seen her so happy in my life, although I didn't know why back then."
“So I’ve decided to advise you to treat my mother well, if you truly love her. Because I feel that my mother and father were never happy together, in fact, never were. My father doesn’t deserve her at all. But I never expected…”
Sophie wiped away her tears, “I never expected that there would be a girl in your house, barely clothed…”
I quickly said, “Feifei, listen to me…”
She interrupted me, “Chen Junhao, you’re really something. My mother and I have been heartbroken for you these past few days, and you’re having fun with a girl in your house…”
I shook my head with tears in my eyes, “Feifei, it’s not like that…”
Her tears streamed down her face, and she wiped them away, saying, “My mother and I were blind to have fallen for a bastard like you.”
I knew that saying anything now would be pointless, so I remained silent. Finally, Sophie sobbed and stared at me, saying, “Tell me, how did you meet my mother? And how did you get together?”
I decided to tell her everything and took her to a secluded place.
“Actually, besides being an interior designer, I have another job… I’m a gigolo who sleeps with women…”
She stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“
Because of what happened to you, your mother and father haven’t had sex for seven years, so she came to me…”
Listening to my story, Sophie was even more surprised, her face contorted with disgust.
“So, that’s what your relationship with Mom was like. How could she do this? She could have divorced Dad, found a man, and settled down. Why did she have to do this? She’s disgusting, she’s such a disappointment.”
She murmured, tears streaming down her face again. I said, "The reason your mother didn't divorce your father back then was partly for your sake; she didn't want you to be gossiped about. And partly for your brother's sake; she didn't want this to hurt him when he was young. So she chose to compromise."
Sophie wiped away her tears and said coldly, "I know all this; you don't need to tell me. But your brother is all grown up now. She doesn't need to stay with Dad, and she shouldn't do something so disgusting just to satisfy her own physical needs."
"Feifei, you shouldn't talk about your mother like that. You've misunderstood her. There has never been any transaction between your mother and me..."
I met her gaze and said, "She only had that thought; she didn't act on it. The first time I met her, she rejected me because she didn't want to be unfaithful to your father..."
"But you... why did you get together again later?" Sophie asked in surprise.
I sighed. “It’s all fate. I thought I’d never see her again, but by some twist of fate, I became the designer decorating her house. Soon after, I learned through other channels that she was the wife of the enemy who killed my brother and forced me into prostitution. And just like that, little by little, we ended up together.”
“Feifei, no matter what, it’s all my fault. Your mother did nothing wrong. She was kept in the dark the whole time. Besides, she loves you and your brother very much; she’s a great mother…”
Hearing this, Su Fei burst into tears, covering her face and sobbing. I tugged at her. “Feifei?”
“Don’t touch me…” She looked up, her tearful eyes fixed on me. “Chen Junhao, you’re disgusting. You’ve slept with countless women to make money, and then you slept with me and Mom. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach…”
"From now on, please stay away from my mother and me. Don't go looking for Mom again, and I will never see you again." She almost cried out these words before turning and running away.
Watching her retreating figure, my heart ached. I wanted to slap myself hard for what I had done.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Wen Xiaoting sitting on the sofa playing on her phone. She was wearing one of my shirts, only the middle button fastened, her breasts half-exposed, and her long, slender, snow-white legs bare, her underwear peeking out from under the shirt.
If I hadn't always treated her like a little sister, I would have been completely seduced by her sexy figure. And I immediately understood why Su Fei had said those things earlier. With this appearance, anyone would assume that I had an ambiguous relationship with her.
"Brother, you're back?" Wen Xiaoting looked up at me, then continued playing games on her phone.
Judging from her expression, it seemed that the conflict with her mother today had been completely forgotten. I was both angry and amused.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" I asked.
"Oh! Well?" She kept staring at her phone, not looking up, and said, "Not long after you left, I threw up, and it splashed on me, so I took a shower and found one of your clothes to change into..."
I glanced around and saw her clothes drying on the balcony.
"Don't you like me wearing your clothes?" Wen Xiaoting put down her phone and looked at me.
"No, you can wear whatever you want."
"Hehe..." Wen Xiaoting laughed, then suddenly stared at my face and said, "Brother, what happened to your face?"
I touched the scratches on my face from the two of them and said, "Well, I got scratched by those two shrewish women."
"Haha, right, one big shrew and one little shrew," Wen Xiaoting laughed.
I said irritably, "Wen Xiaoting, you really are heartless!"
She laughed for a while and said, "By the way, brother, a pretty lady came to see you earlier. That lady was really beautiful, and had such a good temperament. Is she your girlfriend?"
"No, if she were, you'd have ruined me. I'd never be able to clear my name."
"Well, you can't blame me! Who knew she'd suddenly show up..."
Wen Xiaoting got up and took my arm, giggling, "Brother, should I explain to her so she doesn't misunderstand?"
I could clearly feel her full, soft breasts pressing against my arm. I said, "Explain what? What's it to you? Don't meddle."
"Then tell me, where were you just now? You're only coming back now." Wen Xiaoting took my arm and sat me down on the sofa.
I had no choice but to roughly tell her what had happened when I went to see Zhang Xiang. The little girl burst into tears. "Brother, you went to see him just now and even hit him, just to get revenge for me?"
I said, "That kind of scum deserves to be hit. I'll beat him every time I see him in the future."
"Brother, from childhood to adulthood, you're the only one who's ever been good to me." She cried, hugging my neck and burying her head on my shoulder.
I removed her arm, helped her sit up, and wiped away her tears. "Nonsense! The person who has been the best to you since you were little is your mother."
"No way!" Wen Xiaoting pouted. "Brother Junhao, why do you always take her side? Why do you always help our mother and me! What exactly is your relationship with Mom?"
I hugged her and laughed. "Didn't I tell you? Your mother and I are blood relatives. Her business is my business, her daughter is my daughter, or rather, my sister. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Dad!"
"What did you call me?"
"I called you Dad!" She smiled mischievously at me. "Don't you treat me like your daughter? Since I was little, you've been so protective and caring towards me. Besides being my brother, you've also given me the feeling of being your father. It's not too much for me to call you that, right, Dad?"
I gently stroked her nose and laughed. "Don't call me that. It makes me sound old."
Then I talked to Wen Xiaoting about Zhang Xiang. I felt that Zhang Xiang might really love her, and I asked her if she could give him another chance. Wen Xiaoting said firmly and disdainfully that no matter the reason, once it happened, it was absolutely unforgivable.
I thought this girl's personality was really strong; she'd rather have an abortion than forgive the child's father. She's quite like her mother; no wonder the two of them often quarrel—they're both so stubborn.
That night, I let Wen Xiaoting sleep in my apartment. When I was about to leave, the little girl was quite reluctant, saying, "Aren't you going to take care of your sister?"
I could only say, "Have you forgotten? I have a sister at home who needs my care."
She chuckled and said, "Okay, go back then. I'll come visit Xiaoqin at your house another day."
Over the years, she and He Xiaoqin had met frequently; she was practically He Xiaoqin's only friend of similar age, and they were like sisters.
During that time, I thought about Suo Wanling day and night, and finally went to her dance school.
I was received by An Huimin, who told me that although she didn't know what had happened between Suo Wanling and me, Suo Wanling would never see me again, and I should give up on that idea. As for the renovation project, she and I would handle it. By then, the renovation of the new teaching location at the dance school had been underway for some time.
I had no choice but to ask An Huimin to tell Suo Wanling that I would wait for her at my studio every afternoon. If she didn't come for a day, I would wait for her for a day; if she didn't come for a month, I would wait for her for a month; if she didn't come for a year, I would wait for her for a year, until I saw her again. Even if she never came in her lifetime, I would wait for her for a lifetime, because she was the only woman I had ever loved .
An Huimin said with tears in her eyes, "Why...why do this? Forget her. It would be better for both of you."
"I can't do it," I said, and left An Huimin's office.
As soon as I left, she went into the inner room and said to Suo Wanling, who was already in tears, "You heard it
, didn't you? He truly loves you." Suo Wanling just kept crying and didn't say a word. An Huimin sat down beside her, embracing her best friend, and said, "Although he had ulterior motives when he approached you, he truly loves you now, and loves you very much. Are you really planning to never see him again?" "
I love him too! But I can't help it. How can I be with the man my daughter loves?" Suo Wanling cried, burying her face in An Huimin's arms.
An Huimin held her, gently stroking her back, and sighed, "Why torture him and yourself like this?"
Suo Wanling looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow, and said, "Huimin, promise me you won't tell him where I'll go. Let me live my life with my love for him and the beautiful memories we shared, okay?"
An Huimin looked at her best friend, nodding with affection and helplessness.
That afternoon, I was painting in my studio, and before I knew it, I had finished the oil painting I had been unable to complete.
When I saw Suo Wanling on the canvas, tears streamed down my face. Only then did I realize how deeply I loved her; she was the perfect woman I had been searching for.
Love inspired me, allowing me to complete this painting to which I poured my heart and soul.
The doorbell rang; I wiped away my tears, went to open the door, and was suddenly surprised to find Suo Wanling standing before me.

Fifty-three.
"Sister Ling, you...you...you're here?" I was so excited I was almost incoherent, as if in a dream.
"Aren't you going to invite me in for a while?" Suo Wanling smiled at me.
I let her into the house. As soon as the door closed, I hugged her from behind, murmuring, "Sister, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"
She said calmly, "Junhao, I'm thirsty, can you get me a glass of water?"
I let go of her, poured her a glass of water, and turned around to see her looking at the painting I had just finished, tears streaming down her face.
"Junhao, you finally finished this painting?" Suo Wanling stared at the painting, murmuring.
I walked over and hugged her from behind again, lowering my head to press my face against hers. "Yes, it's done. The perfect goddess I've been searching for, the woman I love most, is you."
Tears streamed down her face again. I turned her around, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gazed at her tenderly. "Sister, I love you!"
She looked back at me, her eyes overflowing with tenderness and affection. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak. I leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Don't do this, Junhao, don't..." she murmured, wanting to refuse me, but involuntarily kissing me passionately.
I carried her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. She nestled in my arms, her arms around my neck, smiling at me, tears streaming down her face.
On the bed in the bedroom, Suo Wanling and I embraced naked, tenderly entwined. As I thrust into her, I whispered words of love, and she responded passionately.
"Sister, don't leave me, let's be together, okay?" I said, gazing at her.
"Mmm, okay..." She gently stroked my face, gazing at me with a slight smile.
At that moment, I truly felt like the happiest man in the world. My lower body moved even faster, until, amidst her loud moans, I ejaculated deep within her.
That afternoon, the late autumn sun slanted into the bedroom, illuminating my naked body and Suo Wanling's, embracing each other intimately.
We made love again and again. She was especially impulsive and excited; almost every time I ejaculated, she would suck me hard again, and we would continue for the next time, as if we wanted to finish all the love we shared in that one afternoon.
In each climax, she cried out my name, saying she loved me, loved me so much, and asked if I loved her too.
We talked and made love, and as night fell, I fell asleep, filled with the satisfaction and comfort of having my lover by my side. What I didn't know was that Suo Wanling sat by the bed, gazing at me in my sleep, tears streaming down her face.
She cried silently for a while, then got dressed and went to the living room. She stood before the painting again, tears streaming down her face, before finally leaving quietly.
When I woke up, I didn't see Suo Wanling beside me. I called out, "Sister," but there was no response. I called again, "Sister Ling..."
The room remained silent, and an ominous premonition washed over me. I got out of bed, calling her name and searching for her, but to no avail.
I picked up my phone and dialed her number, only to find that she had still blocked me. Then I saw a piece of paper on the table. I picked it up and read it carefully; it was a message Suo Wanling had written to me.
"Junhao, my dearest, I'm leaving. Don't worry about me, and don't try to find me. Even if you do, you won't find me..."
"I've divorced my husband and am going to a faraway place where no one knows me, carrying my love for you, the love you gave me, and the memories of these three wonderful months together, to live out the rest of my life..."
"But please rest assured, I will be fine, I will live well. It's just that you won't be by my side anymore, and your love won't accompany me for the rest of my life. But these three months with you were the most beautiful and happiest time of my life..."
"Thank you, Junhao, you gave me all of this. Baby, I love you. Perhaps you can't understand how much I love you. It's because I love you so deeply that I've decided to leave you. Sometimes, love brings lovers together for life, but sometimes it forces lovers to be separated. It's all fate's cruel joke..."
"Farewell, my love. I will always be silently loving you and thinking of you in some corner of this world. You can think of me, but please don't worry about me..."
"Junhao, this is my last word of love. Please take good care of yourself. As long as you're alright, I'll be alright no matter where I am in this world..."
"Your loving sister Ling, November 9th, 2017."
After reading these words, I clutched the paper tightly to my chest, tears streaming down my face. I thought I truly possessed her, that we would never be separated again, but it all seemed like a dream. When I woke up, she was gone forever.
"Sister, Ling..." I called out her name again and again in my heart, collapsing to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably...
After that, I went to see An Huimin, hoping to find out Suo Wanling's whereabouts, but I got nothing. An Huimin only told me that Suo Wanling had gone abroad, but she couldn't tell me which country.
Helpless, I could only cling to a sliver of hope, passively waiting for Suo Wanling to suddenly contact me, or even unexpectedly appear before me. But my waiting only brought endless disappointment.
Two months passed, and during that time, some things happened.
One night, the corrupt and lawless Dean Gao was abducted to the outskirts of town by a group of unidentified individuals, brutally beaten, stripped naked, and had his hands tightly bound. The group then wrote the words "Shameless Adulterer" and "Seducing Married Women" in red characters on the front and back of his clothes. The
incident wasn't discovered until the next morning by hikers, who took photos and posted them online. This caused a public outcry. Dean Gao was not only disgraced but also placed under investigation, and his past misdeeds surfaced.
This lecherous old man had a history of exploiting married women, having illicit relationships with multiple married women, including his subordinates' wives and married female subordinates. Due to his corrupt conduct, he was suspended from his duties pending further investigation.
Coincidentally, Judge Luo, who was in cahoots with Dean Gao, was also photographed frequently visiting brothels, suspected of engaging in sex work with prostitutes. The organization also launched an investigation into him, quickly obtaining evidence of his soliciting prostitutes and accepting bribes, and decided to suspend him from his duties and bring him to justice.
The reason these two incidents escalated so rapidly, besides the surge of public opinion, was largely due to the actions of his two political rivals who seized this rare opportunity to bring them down.
Thus, although Gao and Luo's final fate still awaits, their careers are completely over, with no hope of ever recovering.
Both of these incidents were orchestrated by me and entrusted to Wen Hong's friends in the underworld, with the aim of avenging Jiang Li, the female lawyer who had been wantonly humiliated by Gao and Luo.
My actions were not merely to stand up for Jiang Li, but more so because I could no longer tolerate such hypocrites acting with impunity, and the victims they arbitrarily bullied being powerless to do anything about it; thus, I acted on behalf of justice.
Later, Jiang Li asked me if I had orchestrated it. I didn't admit it, and she said it didn't matter if I didn't admit it, because she would treat me like a younger brother from now on.
Another incident involved me meeting someone in my senior colleague Mi Xuemei's office.
That day, I went to Michelle's place to discuss the renovation plan. She had just opened a KTV and had entrusted the renovation work to my company and my friend's company. Although I had been bothered by her attempts to poach me for a while, why would I turn down business offered to me?
When we were almost finished talking, a tall, imposing man walked in. I recognized him immediately as Ji Yalei's husband, the head of the city's Public Security Bureau's Public Security Division, because I had seen him with Ji Yalei at Starbucks. Of course, he didn't recognize me.
I was quite surprised. I wondered why Ji Yalei's husband was at Michelle's place, acting as if he owned the place, as if he were very familiar with her.
"Who is he?" Ji Yalei's husband asked coldly without even glancing at me, sounding extremely arrogant.
"Oh, he's my junior colleague, here to discuss the renovation," Michelle quickly replied with a forced smile, clearly afraid of offending this man.
"Are you finished?" Ji Yalei's husband asked coldly again.
"It's over, it's over..." Mi Xuemei smiled, then said to me, "Junhao, I'll see you out."
She walked me to the office door and said goodbye. As I rode the elevator, I secretly wondered if this captain of the city's public security branch was the behind-the-scenes protector who allowed Mi Xuemei to manipulate the city's nightclub scene.
There was another matter: thanks to the gallery owner, Mr. Wu, my paintings were selling well, and I was starting to gain some fame in the city's art world. Mr. Wu even told me that once I accumulated more fame, he would help me hold an exhibition, and then I could join the ranks of well-known painters.
I was very grateful to Mr. Wu, and sincerely considered him my benefactor. At the same time, I couldn't help but think of Suo Wanling. Wasn't she also a benefactor in my life? If it weren't for her, how could I have gotten in touch with Mr. Wu?
"Sister Ling, where are you?" I called out in my heart, missing that woman even more.
To my surprise, Sophie suddenly asked to meet me…

Fifty-four.
It was the day before Christmas, and even in this subtropical southern city, it was unusually cold.
As soon as I entered the teahouse, I saw Sophie sitting by the window. It had been over two months since I'd last seen her; she was still as beautiful and elegant as ever, but a subtle melancholy lingered in her eyes.
If it weren't for me, her life would have been devoid of sorrow. Thinking of this, my heart ached.
“You’re here!” She only noticed me as I approached, shifting her gaze from the window to me with a faint smile.
“Yes…” I nodded.
She smiled again, but in that smile, a hint of sadness lingered. “Sit down!”
I sat down, unsure what to say; the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
“Have some tea.” She smiled slightly and gently pushed the teacup towards me. “Tieguanyin, I remember you like this.”
I said “Thank you,” picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked at her, saying, “Are you… alright?”
“I’m fine!” Sophie smiled and spread her hands at me.
“And you?” she asked again.
I put down the teacup, smiled, and said, “I’m fine…”
There was another silence. I said, “Feifei, I’m sorry.”
“I asked you to meet me today not to hear you say this…” she said, “Our matter is over. I’m fine now, I’ve moved on.”
I was speechless, wondering to myself, when she said she had moved on, did she really mean it, or was she just saying it for me to hear?
“Besides, I’m getting married, and I thought I’d see you one last time before the wedding. I won’t see you again after that.”
I was taken aback and looked up at her. “You… you’re getting married?”
“Yes! The wedding is next month.” She nodded and smiled.
“Then… congratulations…” I murmured, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
I didn't know whether to be happy for her, because she was getting married soon and about to start a new life, or to feel sorry for myself. Such a wonderful girl, who loved me wholeheartedly and was willing to spend her life caring for my paralyzed sister with me, was now going to marry someone else.
As the saying goes, what you can't have is the most precious. At that moment, I deeply understood the meaning of that saying, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss.
"Can I know who he is?" I asked, my heart filled with jealousy because of the man she was about to marry.
"You've met him, last time at the high-speed rail station."
Her words reminded me. That man was a prosecutor surnamed Cheng from her procuratorate, handsome, promising, and already a deputy director-level official in his thirties—a man with a bright future.
Prosecutor Cheng had been pursuing Su Fei. Last time at the high-speed rail station, Su Fei stood him up because of me, which made him quite embarrassed and disappointed.
This kind of man was the one Su Fei should entrust her life to, not a playboy like me with nothing but a paralyzed sister. I felt I should be happy for her finding such a good match, but I just couldn't feel happy.
I forced a smile, "Well...that's good, congratulations."
"Thank you!" Sophie kept staring at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I lowered my head. "For me, he's a very good marriage prospect, and probably many people would too."
"Do you love him?" I suddenly looked up at her. I knew I shouldn't ask such a question, but I couldn't help but ask it anyway.
She paused slightly, then gently shook her head. "No, I don't love him. You know who I love."
Under her gaze, I lowered my head again, her voice continuing in my ears, "In this life, if I can't marry the person I love, then marrying someone who loves me is fine too."
Sophie's words pierced my heart like needles. After a moment of silence, she asked, "How is Xiaoqin?" "
She...she's fine..." I said, head bowed.
"I miss her so much, I really want to see her."
"She misses you too," I couldn't help but say.
For the past two months, that girl hadn't seen her beloved sister, Su Fei, and missed her terribly. At first, she kept asking me why Su Fei hadn't come to visit her. I could only make excuses, saying her sister was too busy with work.
Later, I couldn't keep up the lie, so I had to tell her the truth: Su Fei and I had broken up. The girl burst into tears, and I could only comfort her, saying that Su Fei was like a fairy from heaven, someone we couldn't possibly be worthy of, and we shouldn't hold her back.
He Xiaoqin cried in my arms, "I know, brother, I've always thought the same thing, but I just can't bear to part with her..."
I gently stroked her hair and sighed, "Just think of it as a dream, a dream where a fairy sister came to your side. Now the dream is over, and everything is still the same. You haven't lost anything."
That day, the girl cried in my arms for a long time. As I recounted these events, Sophie's eyes welled with tears. She wiped them away and said, "I could have been Xiaoqin's closest sister, her best sister-in-law. I really love that girl so much. I've been dreaming about her so much these days..."
She suddenly stared at me, saying bitterly, "It's all your fault, you bastard! You ruined everything. You built a dream for us sisters, and then you shattered it with your own hands..."
She paused, then continued, "Chen Junhao, in my next life, I will definitely be Xiaoqin's older sister, taking care of her and protecting her, and I will never let her be your sister again."
I was speechless with shame, silently nodding and looking out the window. After a while, I asked, "Um, when you have your wedding, will your... mother come?"
Sophie sneered, "You came to see me today just to ask that, didn't you? The only thing you really want to know is the whereabouts of that woman, isn't it?"
Hearing her words, I felt a pang of bitterness. She actually called her once most beloved mother that woman; it showed how deep her resentment towards Suo Wanling was! And all of this was my doing. At that moment, I really wanted to kneel before them and apologize.
“She won’t come, because she’s not my mother anymore, and I don’t know where she is. She hasn’t contacted me or my brother in the past two months.”
Sophie’s words surprised me. I hadn’t expected that Su Wanling would cut off contact with her children to avoid seeing me again.
After a long silence, I said, “Anyway, you’re getting married, which is a good thing, and you’ve married such a wonderful man. I’m happy for you.”
She smiled coldly, “I already said, he’s just the person I should marry. I don’t love him…”
Her gaze became intense as she stared at me, “Actually, the most important reason I asked you to meet today is to hear your opinion on this matter.”
My heart pounded. “Me? Is my opinion important?”
Sophie nodded heavily and said, “Very important, important enough to change everything.”
Hearing her words, my heart beat even harder. I knew that with just one word, I could cancel her wedding with that prosecutor, get the woman so many men dreamed of, and bring back the fairy sister from Xiaoqin’s dreams to her side.
A flicker of hope seemed to ignite in Sophie's eyes as she continued, "Junhao, I still love you. Even if you've wronged me, I can't stop loving you. I've thought a lot these past few days. Although my mother slept with you, so what? She's her, and I'm me. Now she doesn't want you anymore, but I want you. Is that wrong?"
At that moment, my heart almost melted. But I told myself, no, I can't do this. She doesn't belong in your world; you absolutely can't hold her back.
"Feifei, there's something I forgot to tell you..."
"What?"
I almost couldn't look her in the eye. "Actually, I have a girlfriend now, and we'll be getting married soon."
I noticed that the flicker of hope in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by tears welling up.
"I don't believe you. You're lying," she said unwillingly.
“Everything I said is true.”
“Then tell me who she is?”
“She…she is…” I stammered, thinking for a moment, “That policewoman, she used to help me a lot, she really likes Xiaoqin, and she’s willing to take care of Xiaoqin with me for the rest of her life.”
“Doesn’t she have a husband?”
I took a sip of tea and said, looking down, “She recently got divorced because of me…”
Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes and streamed down her beautiful face. She covered her mouth and looked out the window, then looked back, wiped her tears, and said, “Congratulations.”
She grabbed her bag and got up to leave. I wanted to stop her, but I remained seated and didn’t say anything, just watching her walk out of the teahouse.

Fifty-five.
“Feifei…”
In the underground parking garage, when Sophie reached her car, I chased after her and called out.
She turned around abruptly, staring blankly at me as I walked towards her. I walked up to her, cupped her face in my hands, and gazed at her, “Feifei…”
What I wanted to say was, I love you! Yes, only today did I realize that I also love her. In other words, I've always loved this mother and daughter, but I've been so caught up in my feelings for the mother that I neglected my feelings for the daughter.
Today, her pitiful state, her sorrow and desolation, finally awakened me. But I couldn't be so selfish as to sway her hard-won path back onto the right track.
"No matter what, you have to be well from now on. As long as you're well, I'm fine," I said through tears.
Sophie also burst into tears, nodding choked with sobs, "Mmm, mmm..."
I kissed her lips, and she kissed me passionately. In our passionate kiss, our tears flowed into each other's mouths...
Finally, I pulled her to the passenger side, opened the door, and helped her in. I got into the driver's seat, started the car, and sped away from the parking space, heading towards the garage exit.
Throughout the entire process, we didn't say a word. Sophie silently watched me, her eyes filled with love and sorrow.
As soon as we entered my apartment, the moment the door closed beside us, Sophie and I eagerly embraced and kissed. We kissed and breathed heavily, quickly undressing ourselves and each other as we moved toward the bedroom.
Once on the bed, I eagerly thrust into Sophie, and with a long moan, I saw tears slide down her cheeks…
That afternoon, Sophie and I made love passionately, just like I had made love with her mother here more than two months earlier.
Once, beneath me, she moaned and cried, saying, "Chen Junhao, whether you marry that policewoman or another woman, please treat Xiaoqin well, and please let your wife treat Xiaoqin well too, otherwise I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."
Another time, she straddled me, her arms wrapped around my neck, moving up and down rapidly, kissing me while saying in a daze, "Brother Junhao, do you love me? Have you ever loved me?"
Seeing that I didn't speak, she burst into tears, "Say it! Say you love me!"
I still didn't say a word, so she started slapping my face with both hands, crying as she did so, "You bastard, can't you even tell me a lie?"
She sobbed and reached another climax in her weeping...
As evening approached, Sophie quietly got up from beside me as I slept, picked up her bra and panties from the floor, put them on, and sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching me, tears streaming down her face, just like her mother had that day.
She cried for a while, then tiptoed to the bedroom door, picked up the clothes I had taken off and put them back on one by one. Finally, she picked up her bag and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped, her gaze drawn to the painting.
This oil painting, which I had named "Goddess," was already known to Sophie; I hadn't yet finished it. Now, looking at her mother Suo Wanling's smiling face on the canvas, tears streamed down her face again.
She wiped away her tears, glanced at the bedroom door again, and resolutely walked towards it. Just then, her phone rang in her bag. She answered it as she opened the door.
"Hello! Honey… Oh, I just met up with an old classmate I haven't seen in a long time… Hmm, I'll be back soon… Is it snowing? I didn't know! It's okay, I'll drive slowly… Hmm, I understand…"
As the voices faded behind the closed door, two tears streamed down my face through my closed eyes. Actually, I hadn't been asleep; I was just pretending, because I didn't want to be entangled in pain and reluctance with her. Wasn't this silent ending the best ending for both of us?
But my heart still ached uncontrollably. I quickly got out of bed and went to the window to look down.
In this subtropical southern city, snowflakes were falling gently on Christmas Eve. I saw Sophie get into her car parked on the street below, and soon she drove out of her parking space and disappeared from my sight.
I looked away, tears streaming down my face…
The new year had just begun, and Ji Yalei had divorced her husband. Their years-long sexless marriage had finally ended, undoubtedly a relief for both of them.
Some people divorce, some people marry; the world always cycles on like this, timeless and unchanging.
One weekend noon in January, I pushed He Xiaoqin, in her wheelchair, out of the elevator to the second floor of a restaurant, heading towards the private room Huang Mao had booked.
It was Huang Mao's birthday, and I, along with Hei Pi, A Jun, Lao Xie, Yanzi, and a few other male escorts, were celebrating with him. Wen Hong couldn't attend because she had been summoned by her protector.
Although I had left the industry, I still maintained close ties with my former brothers and sisters.
As we passed a large hall, we suddenly saw a sign that read—"Wedding Ceremony of Groom Cheng Yuanpeng and Bride Su Fei," with a background picture of a loving and happy couple—a handsome couple indeed.
He Xiaoqin and I were immediately drawn to them, and almost unconsciously, I pushed He Xiaoqin into the wedding hall.
To the strains of the wedding march, Su Fei, arm in arm with Su Jueming, slowly walked along the flower-lined aisle towards the main altar.
At the end of the aisle, prosecutor Cheng Yuanpeng, dressed in a formal suit, stood there, his face beaming with happiness as he awaited his bride. Sophie wore a pure white wedding dress today, her bridal updo draped in a white veil. Her breasts were prominent, revealing a deep cleavage; she was truly stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.
Su Jueming placed his adopted daughter's hand in the groom's, seemingly offering a few words of advice, but Sophie didn't embrace him. Instead, she took her new husband's arm and walked towards the main wedding stage.
I wondered what Su Jueming's feelings were at this moment, facing his adopted daughter, whom he had once defiled, and her husband.
On both sides of the flower-lined aisle, several young men and women continuously threw flower petals at the newlyweds. I recognized one of the older boys as Sophie's younger brother; I had seen his photo when I commissioned Ji Yalei to investigate Suo Wanling.
At this moment, a smile appeared on Sophie's face. Among those present, besides me, who knew how much melancholy and sorrow was hidden beneath that seemingly happy smile?
My heart also felt melancholy, accompanied by waves of pain.
"Brother..." He Xiaoqin's soft voice called in my ear.
I leaned close to He Xiaoqin's head, and heard her whisper, "Sister looks so beautiful today!"
"Yes! Really beautiful!" I remained leaning forward, looking at Su Fei on the wedding stage.
Then I noticed He Xiaoqin was crying, so I wiped her tears and said softly, "Today is Sister's big day, we should be happy for her!"
"Mmm..." He Xiaoqin nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly, Su Fei on the stage looked in our direction, a sorrow in her eyes that only I could perceive. I quickly straightened up, turned He Xiaoqin around, and walked out. All the way, I could feel Su Fei's sorrowful gaze following us siblings.
Just as we stepped out of the hall, a figure flashed past in my sight, disappearing into the stairwell, and my heart pounded. Although I couldn't see clearly, I was certain it was Suo Wanling.
"Xiaoqin, stay here and don't move..."
I hurried towards the stairwell while dialing Huang Mao's number. Behind me, He Xiaoqin called out, "Brother, where are you?" "
Huang Mao, come out and push my sister, she's outside the wedding hall." I told Huang Mao, and quickly went downstairs.
Reaching the open space outside the restaurant, I anxiously looked around, silently calling out, "Sister Ling, is that you? Sister Ling, don't go..."
But as far as I could see, there was no sign of Suo Wanling. I almost shouted, "Sister Ling, where are you?"
What I didn't know was that Suo Wanling was hiding somewhere I couldn't see, staring at me, tears streaming down her face...

(To be continued)

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