[Urban] Drunken Laughter in the Countryside (The Great Plan) (Complete) - 8

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In Chapter Forty-Six of the main text,

the mother-in-law was so startled by the sudden scene before her that her bright red lips opened and closed, unable to speak. Her mouth was dry, and her throat burned with discomfort. If only she could have a glass of chilled red bean soup right now, it would be incredibly pleasant. The mother-in-law's hands gripped the edge of the thin blanket tightly. Her desire had reached its peak at this moment. The large, thick object before her was exactly what she wanted, but traditional women always have countless insurmountable moral barriers in their hearts. Desire and tradition fought incessantly in her body and mind, and for a time, it was impossible to determine the winner.

The object grew larger and larger before the mother-in-law's eyes, with a thin mist rising from it. A pungent male odor entered her breath. This odor was neither strong nor weak, neither intense nor mild, but it was more potent than the aphrodisiac in Wei Xiaobao's snuff bottle, stimulating the mother-in-law to stick out her tender, sweet red tongue.

My mother-in-law's breathing was so rapid, her warm breath hitting the object, causing it to tremble violently, its head touching her pink nose.

This almost ruined everything.

A beautiful woman's face is radiant, with its symmetrical cheeks and delicate features, but the beauty of her nose plays a decisive role. Beautiful, captivating eyes are everywhere, but a beautiful nose is rare and precious. A beautiful nose, like jade carved from powder, perfectly shaped, is affectionately called "Qiong Yao" (a type of jeweled jade).

My mother-in-law's Qiong Yao-like nose suddenly ached from the touch, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. She couldn't help but groan, then, trembling with embarrassment, she quickly pulled the thin blanket over her face, her heart pounding. My mother-in-law was nearly fifty years old and hadn't smelled the alluring scent of a man for several years, let alone such a strong, youthful, and incredibly masculine charm. A burning desire made her whole body feel hot, as if something was missing inside her, needing something tangible to fill the void! Waves of surging lust washed over her, and suddenly she felt a cool sensation in her lower body, prompting her to reach down and touch it…

Urged on by Yu Mei, I had no choice but to move my plans forward. I stood proudly beside my mother-in-law's soft couch, my enormous member, the object of my pride and the object that made women tremble, intending to surprise her. But things didn't go as planned; a mishap occurred halfway through. My penis, out of control, unexpectedly became erect, hitting my mother-in-law's nose. This startled her from her dazed and confused state, causing her to cover herself tightly under the thin blanket. Apart from her beautiful curves, I couldn't see a single inch of her flesh, which was incredibly embarrassing for me. No woman had ever resisted my erection.

"Pfft!" Yu Mei actually laughed at me behind my back. This was simply unbearable. I walked towards the bedroom door, grabbed a loose-fitting nightgown from the hanger, and threw it on. It looked like something a pregnant woman would wear. I was angry and acted impulsively, not caring what others thought, especially since it was nighttime and I didn't need to worry about being seen.

"Glug, glug..." A bottle of beer went down my throat, mixing with stomach acid in a nauseating way. It was the first time I'd ever tasted beer so bad. I lay on the sofa bed in the study upstairs, my head against the cushions, gazing at the western sky through the bright glass. The bright, round moon was right there in my sight, as mysterious and alluring as my mother-in-law's plump, seductive buttocks, strongly tempting my vision.

In the bedroom, Yu Mei and my mother-in-law stared at each other, trying to suppress their laughter.

Finally, Yu Mei spoke first, teasingly asking, "Mom, why aren't you following them?"

Her mother-in-law, suppressing her embarrassment, scolded, "You shameless brat! You're utterly wicked, always thinking dirty thoughts and ruining people's reputations!" Her face was flushed, her anger tinged with allure, her lips sparkling with irresistible charm—truly captivating. Yu Mei felt an urge to kiss her.

Yu Mei feigned grievance, huffing, "If you don't want to, fine, but why are you accusing me? He's my man, handsome, dashing, and promising—the prince charming of countless girls' dreams and the idol of many young men. Honestly, who wants him to cheat on her? Who wouldn't want him by their side day and night, holding them close as they sleep? But what can I do? I'm not capable enough to satisfy him!"

Her mother-in-law was exasperated by Yu Mei's words, wanting to both laugh and cry. Honestly, it was indeed true. This is perhaps the most fundamental reason for the saying, "The red flag at home doesn't fall, while colorful flags flutter outside!" Even so, she couldn't bring herself to reveal her true feelings to her daughter. Therefore, she deliberately kept a straight face to conceal her inner turmoil and passion, tapping Yu Mei's forehead before finally managing to say, "You, you're just like Fourth Sister, acting crazy. Don't you know it's shameful to say such things?"

Yu Mei replied, "Mom, you've really wronged me this time. I'm not like Fourth Sister. Fourth Sister clings to him all day, talking nonsense, but that's because she loves him and wants his love, to gain her own happiness. I love him too, but love has many ways of expression; some are giving, some are taking. Fourth Sister chose to take, while I chose to give. I can't satisfy him myself, so I look for a few women who satisfy him and whom I also want." "Serve him."

The mother-in-law said angrily, "Nonsense, utter nonsense! Aren't you afraid of getting burned and losing his favor?"

Seeing her mother-in-law's nervous look, Yu Mei laughed and said, "Mom, do you know your daughter isn't a fool? Didn't you see what kind of people I've chosen for her? Fourth Sister and Sixth Sister are already hers, and Third Sister and Fifth Sister are just a matter of time, even..." Her clever eyes secretly glanced at her mother-in-law's underwear, and the meaning was self-evident. She gently patted the little baby who had woken up at some point and said sweetly, "Besides, we have our son to support his mother, right, my little darling?"

The mother-in-law's lower body had been dry for a long time, but now this long-dried-up well was gushing out sweet spring again. Did it mean that spring was coming soon? The love fluid soaked her underwear. At first, she didn't feel anything, but now, with Yu Mei's gentle gaze, she suddenly felt a chill, wet and sticky, which was very uncomfortable. My mother-in-law quickly squeezed her legs together, but the parched earth, soaked by sweat, desperately needed nourishment. Beneath her sexy, beautiful belly, that mysterious sacred place was even more aroused; the spring within flowed ceaselessly, forming a stream that slid down her flawless, porcelain-like legs—full, enviable, and alluring, inspiring longing and fantasies.

"Mom, here." Yu Mei's hands held a new set of lingerie, novel in style and uniquely designed, with lace embroidery.

My mother-in-law took it, examining it several times, her face flushed with shyness. "Why did you buy this kind of clothing? It's full of holes. I can't wear it. You should keep it for yourself." Though she said this, she kept stroking it, showing no intention of putting it down. Women's attention

to lingerie is no less than their attention to outer adornment; this is a common preference among all women. If there were other reasons, I would believe it, because I know that would definitely not be the case for a normal woman.

"Mom, you should wear it. I have several." Being a woman herself, Yu Mei understood her mother-in-law's feelings.

"How can I wear this? It's like a hole-in-the-wall trick, everything's showing. Please give me something else." Her mother-in-law still couldn't let go. "I

don't have anything else. All the ones he bought me are like this, some are even more outrageous. Try them on, maybe you'll really fall in love with them." Yu Mei persuaded.

Her mother-in-law nodded shyly, glancing towards the door. She was probably afraid I'd suddenly come back and see her round bottom!

Yu Mei, that clever little devil, said, "Mom, he's definitely gone to find Yu Zhen, he won't be back for a while. Change here."

"No, I'd rather change into something else."

"Then in the study. He definitely won't be there at this time." (

The last line is a poetic expression and doesn't directly relate to the preceding text.)

I gaze up at the vast, distant Guanghan Palace. Its gates are wide open, and Wu Gang is nowhere to be seen beneath the osmanthus tree. I wonder if Chang'e and Wu Gang are currently engaged in something that would incur the wrath of all gods and men. Wu Gang is embracing Chang'e, sleeping, making soft noises, diligently creating a little Wu Gang.

I've heard of "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," and have experienced different methods of this position many times. The exquisite sensations and postures are beyond description. But I wonder what "Chang'e sitting on a lotus" would be like? Would it be even more stimulating and interesting?

Wu Gang, whose name suggests he suffers from an ailment—certainly impotence and premature ejaculation. Otherwise, Chang'e wouldn't have regretted stealing the elixir from her original husband, Hou Yi, and flying to heaven alone. Hou Yi could shoot down the sun with a single arrow; his strength is unmatched, unlike the weakling Wu Gang who would take millions of years to chop down an osmanthus tree. Hou Yi, as the human king, had no chance to ascend to heaven. He could only gaze at the moon palace from afar, spending the rest of his life in melancholy. A woman worthy of Hou Yi must have possessed an extremely strong sex drive; otherwise, she would have been utterly unable to withstand the human king's might. In the Moon Palace, there was only Wu Gang, the only man. Who else could the thirsty Chang'e turn to but him? Even though he was impotent and suffered from premature ejaculation, he was still a man, and every man has his moments of erection…

"Click!" Just as I was pondering how Chang'e and Wu Gang made love, the study door was suddenly opened. Who would come here at this hour? Could it be Yu Mei, seeing I was angry, coming to find me? Heh, come on. Let me teach you a lesson, so you'll never dare laugh at your husband again.

No, my sixth sense told me it wasn't Yu Mei who came in. Quietly, I didn't utter a sound, even holding my breath. Through the light streaming in through the transparent glass window, I slowly shifted my focus. I saw it, I saw a pair of large, snow-white breasts, like steamed buns, incredibly alluring. I've seen these before; they belong to my mother-in-law.

In Chapter Forty-Seven, "Flowers Bloom in Wealth and Prosperity

," my mother-in-law, her back to me, closed the door tightly. The pale moonlight weakly reflected on her fair, jade-like back, creating a harmonious scene, like clouds, like flowers, like a dream—a milky-white dream that made my heart tremble. I held my breath tightly, lying quietly on the sofa bed, without uttering

a sound. In her hand, my mother-in-law held a particularly novel style of lace lingerie. I recognized it as one of the sexy lingerie pieces I had bought for Yu Mei. I wondered what she was doing with this so late at night. Was it to please me? I let my mind wander.

My mother-in-law looked around the room. The study was large, and just as her peripheral vision was about to catch a glimpse of me, the room suddenly darkened. A cloud had drifted past the moon, completely obscuring its silvery light shining directly into the study. I was secretly delighted. The Moon Goddess Chang'e was truly giving me face, helping me out at the right time; my lustful desires for her hadn't been in vain.

My mother-in-law remained silent for a long time, not hearing a sound, not even my breathing. In the darkness, she walked towards me in her slippers. The sofa bed was large enough for two people to lie side by side comfortably. My mother-in-law groped her way to sit down at one end of the sofa bed, while I curled up at the other end. I was only a meter away from her, yet she didn't notice me.

There was a rustling sound; my mother-in-law was probably changing her underwear. In an instant, my manhood became burning hot and stood erect, my large pajamas billowing high like a tent. "Whoosh!" A gust of wind carrying a sweet, slightly fishy smell wafted over, and my mother-in-law's underwear fell from above, landing squarely on my face. It was wet and sticky, with a strong, rich smell, like a twenty-year-old vintage wine, exuding a mellow fragrance.

The smell was so tempting that my throat involuntarily made a "gurgling" sound, and I swallowed incessantly.

"Who's there?" My mother-in-law was startled by the sound I made and jumped up.

Just then, a wisp of cloud on the horizon crossed the moon, and the bright moonlight once again streamed through the large, transparent glass, filling the entire study.

My mother-in-law stood naked before me, her eyes wide with disbelief. "It's you?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Yes. It's me." I stared at her lustfully, bringing her panties to my nose and inhaling deeply. My mother-in-law's face instantly flushed crimson, burning hot. Her soft, white hands covered her upper body, but couldn't quite reach her lower body. Her large, white breasts, bright red nipples, areolas the size of coins, and her pubic hair were all in disarray, a vivid and incredibly alluring sight. My erection grew even harder, a painful throbbing within. My mother-in-law quickly squatted down, squeezing her legs together to tightly conceal her private parts. However, her breasts were indeed too large to be hidden with her hands alone. In her panic, she reached for her lace lingerie on the sofa bed and used it to cover herself.

But this only made things worse. The silvery moonlight shone on the lace, making it shimmer. Her alluring body, veiled in light, was alluring and mysterious, truly captivating.

Some say a fifty-year-old woman is like a peony, elegant and noble. A woman of national beauty and heavenly fragrance, rich and sweet, noble yet not arrogant, blooming proudly in the wind, imbued with the richest human experiences. I wonder if my mother-in-law, a woman as beautiful as a flower, truly possesses the rich and experienced life described?

To appreciate a woman is like appreciating flowers, fine wine, fragrant tea, or coffee; it's about savoring her inner qualities, her very essence. It requires careful, slow, meticulous appreciation, layer by layer, drop by drop, to truly appreciate her beauty.

I admire women like my mother-in-law. Older women are alluring to me. You might think I'm despicable, or that I have psychological issues, but I never hide myself. Missing out on certain things can be a lifelong regret, for others or for oneself. I don't want such regrets to appear too often in my life.

"Give it back," my mother-in-law said, her face flushed, avoiding my gaze.

"If you want it, come and get it yourself." I knew she wanted her underwear back, to escape my sight again. "What are you hiding? I've already seen everything."

"You bastard!" my mother-in-law thought angrily. She was already used to my reckless behavior, thinking to herself, "If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, and I'll never be able to escape his temptation again." I chuckled inwardly. Women, if you don't try to escape when you're almost completely naked, it means you're already in my bed, and all that's left is for me to play with.

Seeing that she didn't come to get her underwear, I casually tossed it aside. The underwear landed cleverly on the top of the tent, like a white hat on top. Following the fluttering of the underwear, my mother-in-law's gaze focused on the tent. Judging from the high, tight nightgown, the object supporting the tent was no ordinary thing. The huge mushroom head reappeared before her eyes, and a voice with boundless magic seemed to be calling from the depths of her soul, "Come, my darling, it belongs to you."

My mother-in-law stared blankly at my tent, her mind in a split second.

My erection was throbbing painfully, and I couldn't wait any longer. With a sudden burst of strength, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the other end of the sofa bed. Perhaps she had been squatting for too long, her slender legs were slightly numb, and she collapsed onto me, her small mouth pressing against my erection.

In the chaos, my mother-in-law, both anxious and angry, broke free of my grasp and whispered, "Let go of me, what do you want to do?" Seeing that my mother-in-law was about to climb off me, her beautiful, large buttocks almost making me dizzy, I quickly sat up, slipped my hands under her armpits from behind, and wrapped them around her waist, my right hand coincidentally covering her private parts. Her sacred place was attacked, and my mother-in-law's body, which was about to struggle, instantly went limp in my arms, leaving her no choice but to do as I pleased.

I kissed her cheeks, eye sockets, neck, and earlobes passionately, my fiery hands roaming between her full breasts. I felt her breathing quicken, her whole body trembling slightly. As my member lingered and rubbed against her secret place, she began to moan, and her juices flowed. I knew I was about to achieve my goal. I quickly pulled off her nightgown, continuing to knead her breasts, warming them further. Suddenly, she leaned back abruptly, trying to push me away, but being an experienced woman, she didn't have much strength to push a man away at this moment. She struggled, saying, "Cai Tian, what are you doing? You can't do this! I'm your mother-in-law!"

"A mother-in-law loves her son-in-law. I know you're good to me, Mom, please grant my wish." I continued to attack her sensitivity and vulnerability.

"No, no, you're my son-in-law! This is incest!" My mother-in-law was still unwilling to give up, continuing her futile struggles.

"Stop spouting that hypocritical nonsense. Don't you want me to fuck you hard with my big thing?" I kept provoking her, trying to break down her conservative ways. Otherwise, even if I got my way this time, she would avoid me, and who knows when she'd get another chance. "Actually, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, really, since the first time I saw you."

My mother-in-law gasped, her struggles turning into weak, trembling trembling.

“Do you know? You have countless beautiful features.” I nibbled on her fragrant earlobe and said affectionately, “A beautiful woman is a poem, a painting, the condensation of the universe’s spiritual essence, and God’s masterpiece. All colors, curves, sounds, images, rhythms, and atmospheres—everything that can evoke a sense of beauty—are presented in the body and charm of a beautiful woman, making one’s heart flutter. It’s only natural for men to like women, to be infatuated with women, to write about women, to paint women, and even to treasure women. I want to be a hunter of beauty, would you be my prey? My beautiful mother-in-law!”

My mother-in-law’s face was like a peach blossom, delicate and beautiful, radiant and captivating, exuding a fragrant aura and a wonderful rhythm.

“Do you know? A woman can only be radiant and eternally youthful after receiving a man’s love.” Suddenly, I grabbed her soft waist with both hands, turned her around, and sat down facing me. "Ah—" My mother-in-law screamed. Her sacred place, which hadn't been filled in so long, was suddenly attacked by a huge object, and pain was inevitable. Fortunately, there had been enough preparation beforehand, and there was no bleeding.

"Mother-in-law, you are truly a rare beauty. I really didn't expect that even after having six children, your little sister is still so tight, it feels so good." My mother-in-law's place was truly a rare treasure. It was such an injustice of heaven that such a beauty was ruined by a man like my father-in-law. I just regretted not being born twenty or thirty years earlier, or that my mother-in-law was born twenty or thirty years later!

My mother-in-law leaned softly against my chest, her hands hanging limply around my neck. Her cherry-like, delicate, and bright red lips breathed sweetly as I filled them with my tongue. The protrusions on her chest pressed tightly against my chest, bobbing up and down with her breath, which was extremely stimulating.

After a moment of silence, my mother-in-law wrapped her legs around my waist, her buttocks spinning like a giant turntable. Her pearly teeth bit her red lips, so lovely and white, like a lamb just out of the bath, arranged in neat pairs. Combined with her bright red lips, she truly had "lips like cinnabar, teeth like pearls." This must be a woman's greatest pride!

"Mother-in-law, your buttocks are a spinning paradise, making me feel like I'm living in a fantasy, unable to extricate myself..."

"Ah..." My mother-in-law climaxed, limp and satisfied in my arms, letting my member continue to roam inside her. Her

juices gushed out, wetting my forest, wetting her fragrant

grass. The moon is bright, the mist is dim, tonight I'll go to my lover's side. I remove my socks and step onto the fragrant bed, holding my lover's pestle. Chang'e loves him, her beauty nestled in my arms.

It's hard for me to come out, let you cherish me as you please.

On a night of perfect harmony, we indulged in unrestrained passion. Like Guanyin sitting on a lotus, we poured out our hearts to each other. The intertwined roots of an old tree seemed to convey endless affection. Like an old man pushing a cart until dawn, like a lustful monkey hanging from a tree, it was I who finally carried her back to our bedroom. A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold; I don't know how many thousand taels I spent that night. This, however, made Yumei laugh and tease me, often asking how many times she and her mother-in-law had made love that night, and what tricks she had used. Ah, women, truly beautiful creatures whose curiosity can reach incomprehensible levels.

In the morning, after everyone in the family had gotten up, her mother-in-law finally emerged, her graceful steps exuding charm and beauty, truly elegant, noble, and serene; a thousand charms, her laughter fragrant.

It's good for a woman to be loved!

(Chapter 48: Emerging Lotus)

Lately, I've been too busy and my spirits are low; I always feel a lack of energy when doing things. Last night, I had a passionate night with Yu Zhen and the other two women. The battle was so intense that I almost collapsed on top of them, unable to get up. So, this morning, I got up early to climb Songshan Mountain near the mouth of Daxia Bay.

The mountain isn't high, less than 300 meters above sea level, covered in lush green pine trees. When the mountain wind blows, the pine needles whistle like a fine drizzle, making for a truly leisurely stroll.

I ran down to the foot of the mountain, where many early risers had already gathered. The oxygen content here is significantly higher than elsewhere, and everyone—old, young, and old alike—loves the refreshing air.

Although not high, the mountain possesses a certain artistic beauty, detailed yet miniature, like an exquisite funnel inverted on the riverbank.

At the foot of the mountain is a paradise for the elderly, the middle section is a playground for children, and the summit is the direction adults aim to climb.

The morning mountain breeze propelled me quickly towards the top. Before even reaching the halfway point, I was already panting heavily, my steps growing heavier and heavier, my legs feeling as if filled with molten lead, unwilling to take another step.

Leaning against a straight, upright pine tree, I breathed heavily, looking up at the summit. The handle of the pine tree resembled a sharp needle piercing the sky; for me now, the summit was my limit. A sense of melancholy washed over me. In my youth, I could run as

fast as lightning, climbing up and down the pine-covered mountain in the time it took to drink a cup of tea; now, I'd already spent half a cigarette before even reaching the halfway point. The view from the halfway point, though not as expansive as from the summit, had its own unique charm. From

the beautiful summit drifted a melodious song, carried on the cool morning breeze, magnetic and expressive, pleasant and intoxicating.

The song was simple yet poetic, clear and bright, full of imagery—a world apart from the constant groans, affected vocals, and affected mannerisms of today.

I gently closed my eyes, comfortably leaning against a pine tree, letting the beautiful singing drifting from the mountaintop gently flow through my senses like a gentle stream, cleansing and purifying me.

"Third Brother, why did you stop?" My fourth brother, Xiao Chao, had somehow climbed up to me, panting, interrupting my reverie.

"You're here too." I stretched my arms and kicked my slightly aching legs a couple of times.

"Cough, I can't stop exercising; my hands and feet are getting stiffer and less agile." Xiao Chao leaned against a pine tree, bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

"Yeah, the good physique I had in my youth is almost completely worn away." Shaking my slightly overweight body, I looked up at the mountaintop. The singing had stopped. "Do you know who was singing up there just now?"

"You don't know?" Xiao Chao looked at me with some surprise. "She came to your house yesterday."

"Went to my house yesterday?" I asked curiously. "I've never heard Yu Mei mention her."

Xiao Chao winked and grinned strangely, saying, "You've been staying at the resort a few days lately and haven't been home

, have you? You two are still having so much sweet talk, you wouldn't know anything else." This kid is a leopard can't change its spots; his weird habits haven't been corrected. Fourth sister-in-law really needs to work harder. "Alright, you know so much, tell me who it is!" I rolled my eyes at him, giving him a "mothball" to clear his strange head of odd thoughts.

Xiao Chao chuckled twice, then coughed dramatically to clear his throat, saying, "Third brother, do you remember Xiao Xiangyu who always followed us around when we were little?"

"You mean the little girl from Chunxiang's family?" Xiao Chao's reminder suddenly brought back some beautiful people and events from my carefree childhood.

"Yes."

"So it's this little girl. No wonder her singing is so beautiful."

"Yes, she sang beautifully when she was little. She's our 'Little Xiangyu.' But, Third Brother, you can't call her 'little girl' anymore."

"Why? Why can't I?"

"Well, just look and you'll see!" Xiao Chao pointed up the mountain.

"Ah!" Following his finger, I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

A beauty, like a fairy from the clouds, gracefully descended to earth, quietly emerging from the lush, verdant pine forest where needles swayed in the breeze.

What a beauty she was! Unlike Huang Rong's petite and exquisite figure, or Xiaolongnu's ethereal beauty; unlike Qingxia's elegant and refined demeanor, or Maggie Cheung's charming and graceful figure.

In short, she was captivating, pure without being seductive, delicate yet generous, enchanting, holy yet lively, and endearing.

Her long, ink-black hair, like flowing water, fluttered in the mountain breeze. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed, her long, slightly curved eyelashes stood out neatly, her nose was small and delicate, her lips were full and rosy, and her slender, porcelain-white neck was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand. The morning light shone on the girl's perfect face, peaceful and harmonious, making it hard to believe she was from the mortal world. It was truly a beautiful ink wash painting, a scene that could only exist in heaven, rarely seen on earth!

"Little brother." Xiangyu swept into my arms like a fragrant breeze. The girl's intoxicating fragrance made my face turn red. Her slender waist was so delicate that one could encircle it with one hand, and her devilishly slim figure exuded a mature woman's charm, making it impossible not to have a nosebleed.

"Little girl, when did you come back? Didn't you say you were studying in Shanghai?" I suppressed my boiling nosebleed and pushed Xiangyu away imperceptibly. The girl's fiery figure was something I dared not provoke.

"Little brother, you're so naughty! You didn't even know when I got back. I've been thinking about you

so much!" The little girl pouted, pretending to be angry, her charming expression as alluring and irresistible as a ripe Fuji apple. Just like when she was little, this little girl was always ready to pull out her secret weapon. While other girls' weapons were the common tricks of crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide, this little girl had a unique skill—effortless cuteness.

If an already incredibly cute girl starts acting cute, who could resist? When this little girl put on a cute act,

it was truly unstoppable. Even the Taiwanese pop star known as the "Queen of Cuteness," the mischievous Groundhog, was utterly astonished. It's true what they say: you don't know the height of a mountain until you see Mount Tai, you don't know the beauty of a mountain until you see Mount Emei. There are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people!

I winked at Xiao Chao, who was watching the commotion, signaling him to help out. This girl was really something else when she got going.

To my surprise, Xiao Chao, disregarding brotherly affection, stopped panting and ran towards the mountaintop like a mad lynx after being glared at by the beautiful girl. "You

ungrateful bastard!" I thought, glaring at his retreating figure, wanting to kick him in the butt to vent my anger.

The little girl chuckled mischievously, stealing a few glances at me. She was a troublesome little girl, no less so than that little vixen Yu Xiang.

"Alright, little girl, haven't you bullied your brother enough?" I pleaded with a forced smile, truly at a loss with her.

"Hehe, big brother is still the best to me." The little girl from my childhood had grown into a graceful young woman, yet she still clung to me like a child, her soft body clinging to my arms, almost making me lose control on the spot. Sigh, this little girl really doesn't know how to avoid suspicion at all.

"You're over twenty years old, why do you still act like you've never grown up?" To be honest, being held and hugged by such a beautiful and mature girl is quite enjoyable from the bottom of my heart, but thinking about it more deeply makes me blush, and then I feel it's inappropriate and my face burns. Besides, gossip is a fearsome thing; idle gossips always like to spread rumors, and the saying "three men make a tiger" is truly detestable.

The little girl seems to be deliberately making trouble for me. Her cute little nose wrinkles slightly, and she says in a coquettish voice, "Where am I not big?" As she speaks, she doesn't forget to defiantly puff out her high, firm chest.

"Little girl, you can't bully your brother like that." The little girl's temptation is too great. Although I'm already an experienced woman, it still makes my blood boil. I really have no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Hmph, who told you to keep calling me 'little girl'? Where am I small!"

Oh, goodness, so this little girl is angry that I still call her 'little girl' like when I was a child. Sigh, she really is a child who hasn't grown up. Is it really necessary?

"You're just a little girl, what else should I call you but 'little girl,' Xiangyu?" This little girl truly has an exceptional artistic talent; before I even finished my sentence, she had already changed her expression multiple times.

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers sharply, laughing, "bingo, you are right!"

Yes, she's grown up. A girl changes eighteen times as she grows up, becoming more and more beautiful. The little girl with two pigtails ten years ago is now as graceful as a lotus emerging from water. How can I still call her "little girl"?

"I really can't do anything with you. Okay, I won't call you 'little girl' anymore, alright?" She's persistent, so I had to give in!

"No!" Beautiful women are fickle; surprises always happen unexpectedly.

"Why?" I was puzzled. She'd been trying to fool me all this time just to stop people from calling her "little girl," so why the change of heart? I really don't understand this strange little girl.

"Because you're a big fool!" The little girl suddenly stuck out her tongue, made a face, shook off my arm, and ran ahead. Her beautiful hair brushed against my face, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Gazing at the cascading, dark waterfall ahead, I couldn't help but be lost in thought for a moment, then shook my head helplessly and followed with a wry smile.

The blazing sun, with its fiery pace, slowly rose, mercilessly scattering the summer's heat upon the world, driving away the coolness of the night.

"Why are you back now? Isn't it still before the holiday?" On the shady mountain path, Xiangyu and I walked side by side among the trees. Occasionally, a few rays of fiery sunlight pierced through the layers of trees, mingling with the cool morning breeze, creating a warm and comfortable feeling.

"What's wrong? Aren't you welcome?" She really couldn't stop being so shrewish.

"What are you talking about? This is your home, there's no need for any welcome."

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know better!" The little girl triumphantly tossed her long hair, which cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and smiled sweetly, saying, "Big brother's resort has officially opened, and although I can't be of much help, I should at least come back for a visit."

"Is it allowed at school?"

"Silly girl, with a little trickery, this little thing is a piece of cake, hehe."

"Exams are coming up soon, can you keep up?"

"Seriously? Dude, you're acting like you've never been to college! Exams in college are nothing special, just cram at the last minute!"

That's true. Back in our school days, we were running around everywhere, doing all sorts of things. We didn't learn much of our major, but we mastered a lot of random, unrelated stuff. Then, right before the exams, we'd be cramming textbooks and photocopied notes, burning the midnight oil, trying to cram in all the key points, difficult points, and confusing questions. And then, after the exams, some were happy, some were sad—a lot of people failed.

Thinking back to those carefree, blossoming days in college, there are so many unforgettable and longed-for memories.

I chuckled, then changed the subject, saying, "Little girl, your brother's almost thirty, and I even have a child. You can't call me 'little brother' anymore, or people will laugh at us."

"You're my little brother, and that will never change." As I spoke, the little girl hooked her arm around mine again. "Hmph, who cares what I do? As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Before doing anything, you must never wrong yourself'?" "

Oh, little girl, you've got a whole set of theories. I really don't understand what's going on in your head. So many unconventional ideas!" It

's truly incomprehensible. Are all young girls these days like this? They always have so many strange and unconventional thoughts. My little devil at home is definitely a prime example of this.

Unconventional? That's serious!

Now the little girl wasn't having it. A barrage of Stephen Chow-style cutesy punches rained down on me.

"Hmph, aren't you the same?"

"Me? What about me?"

"You have two wives too!"

The girl's tone sounded strange. I didn't know if I was overthinking it, but I felt a strong sour smell emanating from the air.

"You're different from me. I'm a man."

Like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, I was ready to go all out. I'm a man, who am I afraid of?

"Feudal. Male chauvinism. Where is there such a thing as 'only the magistrate is allowed to set fires while the common people are forbidden to light lamps'?"

In modern society, men and women are equal, and women hold up half the sky.

"Haha." I laughed awkwardly. "Little girl, all you do is argue with your brother. How come you haven't changed at all since you were little?"

A girl changes a lot as she grows up, becoming as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, like a fairy stepping out of a painting, yet she's still the little sister I grew up with, at least her personality hasn't changed at all.

The little girl pouted her bright red lips, threw two mothballs at me, and said angrily, "But big brother has become bad."

The girl's angry look was extremely cute, infinitely alluring, and irresistible.

"What's wrong with me now?"

"You didn't keep your promise to me."

"What promise?" Strange, "I don't remember."

"You promised to marry me!"

Chapter 49

Fifteen years ago, on the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, my uncle got married. The family was busy preparing for my uncle's wedding, and the adults were too busy to take care of us kids.

Sister-in-law Chunxiang was a close relative of ours, so she naturally helped with things like cutting meat, washing vegetables, and washing dishes. She entrusted little Xiangyu to me, asking me to take care of her and play with her.

I heard from the adults that I had drunk Sister-in-law Chunxiang's milk when I was little. Whenever this was brought up, I would always be laughed at by my friends. So when Sister-in-law Chunxiang asked me to play with little Xiangyu, I always did my best, because Sister-in-law Chunxiang had threatened that if I didn't play with Xiangyu, she would expose more of my shameful deeds and make my friends laugh at me.

For the sake of the reputation and prestige I had worked so hard to build among my friends, I had no choice but to give in.

Alas, my poor childhood!

Xiangyu, that little girl, was born with a beautiful voice, and she learned any song incredibly quickly—folk songs, popular tunes, bel canto—she could pick them up instantly, and she seemed to sing them even better than the originals. Coupled with her naturally beautiful appearance, Xiangyu was very popular among her friends and deeply loved by them, and naturally, I was no exception.

After a day of joyful commotion, we finally welcomed Aunt Hua into our family.

Late at night, the adults, busy all day, only paid attention to us after everything was tidied up.

When they saw Xiangyu and me sleeping soundly on my little bed, each at one end, my mother and Sister-in-law Chunxiang exchanged a knowing smile.

From then on, I had another "shameful secret" I was afraid others would find out.

Ah, what you fear most is what you get most often. It seems like fate always loves to play jokes on people.

My mother and Chunxiang always joked about Xiangyu and me, saying we were a match made in heaven, and that they'd arranged a marriage for us from childhood.

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. Within a few days, the news had spread among my friends. These mischievous kids who always had to pee in their holes were now in for a good time, calling Xiangyu and me "little wife" and "little husband" all the time. For a while, all this bothered me so much that I wanted to stay home for days on end, but Xiangyu would come to see me every day. And when others called her "little wife," she wasn't shy at all; she seemed quite pleased and joined in the fun. What a silly, immature girl!

Honestly, being followed around like a little tail by a girl more beautiful than a flower, constantly calling me "little brother" sweetly, was actually an honor. I imagine those friends who laughed at Xiangyu and me outwardly mocked us, but inwardly they were filled with envy. The more enthusiastically they called us, the deeper their jealousy must have been!

Xiangyu and I attended the same schools except for university, but we never actually went to school together. I'm five years older than Xiangyu. When she was in elementary school, I was already in junior high. And when she was in junior high, I was almost graduating from high school.

As we grew older, because of school, we spent less and less time together. And as girls get older, they become more reserved; her face always turned red in front of me, and she was incredibly shy.

After the college entrance exam, I went home from the county town. The atmosphere at home was noticeably different. Usually, my mother was overjoyed when I came home, but this time, her eyes were filled with tears.

After some questioning, I learned that Chunxiang's husband, Uncle Erdan, had died in a work accident at a large coal mine in another city. Although they received tens of thousands of yuan in compensation, it couldn't bring back a life. Chunxiang's younger brother, Xiangyu's maternal uncle, runs a clothing store in the provincial capital. Business is booming. Fearing that Chunxiang and her mother might be mistreated at home, they took them to the provincial capital.

Because it happened so suddenly, and to avoid disrupting my studies, my family didn't inform me.

My mother told me that Xiangyu left me a letter, hidden in my pillow by my bedside. When Xiangyu left, my mother saw her off, and she repeatedly told my mother to make sure I saw it.

I rushed over, opened the pillow, and carefully pulled out the neatly arranged pink envelope.

The envelope was homemade. There was no signature, no address, no stamp, no postal code; only a large red heart and Cupid's arrow piercing it.

Slowly peeling back the wax seal, I pulled out a thin piece of paper.

It was a scented letter with only a few lines of poetry on it:

Little brother,

My forever little brother,

you must always think of me,

think of me,

think of our promise!

Little brother,

my forever little brother,

you must wait for me,

wait for me,

wait for me to be your bride!

Little brother,

my forever little brother,

you must protect me,

protect me,

protect me for all eternity!

The poem is simple and pure, yet it is filled with deep affection and longing between the lines.

A teenage girl is like a beautiful flower bud, standing alone on the branch like a bud about to bloom, struggling, growing strong, naive, innocent, delicate, and romantic. Bees

and butterflies only seek out fragrance, and when flowers are in full bloom, they always stand watching you, the flower bud filled with longing.

I was deeply moved by the little girl's affection for me and once decided to marry her.

But fate always loves to play tricks. In college, I met Yuzhen again. Because we were from the same hometown and were classmates, we took care of each other and had frequent contact. Moreover, it was during those passionate years, and eventually time brought us together.

Xiangyu never returned home after that, and I never saw her again. I thought that Xiangyu, now grown up, must have found her own happiness and was no longer the little girl who clung to me. The promise we made as children was just a manifestation of budding romance.

Besides, I was four or five years older than her; the age gap created distance. So, after meeting Yuzhen, I buried my feelings for Xiangyu deep within.

But now, seeing her again after nine years, that long-dormant emotion, buried deep in my heart, is like a seed buried under a boulder, full of boundless vitality, relentlessly yearning for the outside world.

They say women are made of water, and it's truly true.

The clouds are green, as if about to rain; the water is calm, as if shrouded in mist.

A woman's tears are her most powerful weapon to conquer a man. Xiangyu didn't even blink. Her eyes, capable of captivating countless men, overflowed with a gentle, misty light, like clouds carrying rain, vast as the sea, deep as a pool, as if a thousand grievances were hidden within, a melancholy that evoked pity. Like

a pear blossom in spring rain.

Facing her, I was speechless.

Her lips trembled slightly, her slender shoulders quivered lightly, and glistening tears streamed from her watery eyes, sliding down her cheeks. No matter how heroic or valiant you are, you can only lament your lack of opportunity!

Truly, the hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman!

I reached out and wiped away her tears.

Perhaps at this moment, only silent contemplation was the most beautiful language in the world.

Silence, utter silence, only the sound of the wind rustling through the pines remained.

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