Black Widow

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Zhang Lijuan sat alone in the empty mourning hall, surrounded by elegiac couplets and wreaths from various organizations. Throughout the entire ceremony, Zhang Lijuan hadn't cried, not even a hint of grief. She had expected her to weep uncontrollably, but she hadn't. She simply knelt there, listening to the emcee's instructions and following them exactly, until the ceremony ended and everyone, whether she knew him or not, had left. She

stared blankly at the enlarged half-length photograph of Zhou Hang in his military uniform in the center of the hall. In the photo, Zhou Hang was so handsome, with a square face and large ears; many said he was good-looking, yet he still died in a flight accident. The accident ended with the plane's wreckage never being found, let alone Zhou Hang's body.

"Madam," Lijuan turned around and saw a tall figure—Yang Weiguo.

"Madam, it's time to go back," Yang Weiguo said.

She stood up and followed Yang Weiguo out of the mourning hall to the parking lot. They got into a jeep, and Yang Weiguo didn't say a word, simply driving slowly towards their home in the city.

Yang Weiguo was the first friend Zhou Hang made when he was a trainee pilot. At that time, Zhou Hang had just graduated from flight school and was still a lieutenant, while Yang Weiguo was a corporal and had also just graduated from the NCO school. Because they were both from the north, their straightforward personalities made them become good friends without realizing it, setting aside their ranks. According to Zhou Hang's introduction to Lijuan, Lijuan knew that Yang Weiguo was the same age as her. Because of his widowed mother and three younger siblings, he entered the NCO school right after graduating from junior high school to alleviate the family's financial burden.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, we're home." Lijuan came back to her senses, nodded, got out of the car, and turned around.

"I won't keep you here. Drive carefully," Lijuan instructed.

"Yes, sister-in-law, please accept my condolences!" Yang Weiguo said somberly, turned the car around, and went back to the barracks . He

entered the house and looked at the pilot's family quarters that he had applied for when he got married three years ago.

In fact, Lijuan spent most of her time alone in the house. Zhou Hang, due to his job, spent more than three days a week in the military. Fortunately, after graduating from teachers' college, Lijuan became a teacher at a nearby elementary school. Because she was with a group of children, her days were lively and bustling. When Zhou Hang wasn't home at night, Lijuan would take out the children's homework to correct. Their three years of marriage passed by in this uneventful way.

Lijuan recalled when she first met Zhou Hang. It was during a recruitment event organized by a military academy. Several military academy students toured various high schools to give recruitment presentations, and Zhou Hang was one of the students representing the aviation school. At that time, Zhou Hang seemed full of vigor, while Lijuan was a high school sophomore experiencing her first crush. The two began dating for five years after that recruitment presentation, and married after Lijuan graduated from university.

When they were dating, Lijuan was the envy of almost all her classmates. Not for any other reason than that Zhou Hang was a fighter pilot, which was enough to make the classmates exclaim in amazement, not to mention his handsome appearance and dashing demeanor.

Unfortunately, Zhou Hang wasn't like the boyfriends of other classmates who could be by his side all the time. In fact, most of the time, Lijuan would visit Zhou Hang at his training base when she didn't have classes or during holidays. It

was around that time that Lijuan met Yang Weiguo. Yang Weiguo was always a man of few words and seemed to be more than ten years older than his actual age. Even when everyone was having a good time, Yang Weiguo would just smile foolishly, but there was always a deep, faint melancholy in his deep eyes. Like Zhou Hang, Yang Weiguo also had an extremely tall and strong physique, even taller than Zhou Hang.

Lijuan's true curiosity about this burly northern man began in the second year of their marriage. That night, Yang Weiguo came to their house crying, telling them that his wife had run away. Yang Weiguo had married Lijuan and Zhou Hang at the same time. Lijuan remembered his wife as a burly, uneducated country woman, about 1.7 meters tall, roughly the same height as Lijuan. For the next three months, whenever Zhou Hang had free time, he would take Lijuan and Yang Weiguo to Axiang's house to persuade her to come home and live with Yang Weiguo. But no matter what they said, Axiang only wanted a divorce. In the end, Yang Weiguo reluctantly signed the divorce papers, ending the farce.

After that incident, Lijuan asked Zhou Hang what had happened, but he just shook his head and remained silent. It wasn't until later, at a flight crew officers' dance at the base, that she vaguely heard other soldiers mention that Yang Weiguo was an incomplete man. Only then did she understand who the "impotent sergeant" the soldiers talked about at every base dance was referring to.

In the soldiers' mouths, Yang Wei was a very capable squad leader. Even the foreign consultant from the aircraft factory admired this Davidyang very much. Lijuan had heard the name Yang Wei for a long time. Once, she unconsciously followed the soldiers and said "Squad Leader Yang Wei" once. Unexpectedly, it made Zhou Hang unhappy. That was the only time Zhou Hang lost his temper with her.

That night, Lijuan fell asleep unconsciously while thinking about Zhou Hang, Yang Weiguo and the little things they usually did together.

(2) The Great Change

In the three months that followed, Zhang Lijuan lived a plain life just like Zhou Hang stayed in the army. Until Lin Jie appeared.

Zhang Lijuan was a tall, plump and well-proportioned glamorous woman. She had a round chin, full and sexy lips, big and slender phoenix eyes, curved willow eyebrows and a straight nose.

"She is a natural beauty." Lin Jie thought as he looked at his classmate's widow.

"Lijuan, if you need anything, just let me know, and I'll definitely take care of it for you."

"Thank you, but I really don't need anything in particular right now."

Lijuan actually disliked Zhou Hang's classmate; Lin Jie's gaze always held a strange quality, as if hinting at something she didn't understand.

"Don't mention it. Zhou Hang and I are inseparable classmates. I'll definitely help you with anything."

Lin Jie was actually thinking about how to seduce Zhang Lijuan into bed.

"Okay, I'll call you if I need anything."

After that, Lin Jie always found excuses to visit Zhang Lijuan. From military events to banquets at officers' homes, Zhang Lijuan was always invited, and Lin Jie was always there to protect her. This drew criticism from the other pilots' wives in the village, who mostly said she wasn't content with her home. Lijuan wasn't unaware of this, but her thinking was completely different from theirs. She thought, what does it matter if she's content with her home or not? She was the one facing an empty house. Did she have to be buried with Zhou Hang if he died?

Thinking was one thing, but in reality, Lijuan began to restrain her behavior. At least, she could use this reason to refuse Lin Jie's inappropriate invitations and advances.

Yang Weiguo would visit Lijuan at least once a month. He always addressed her formally as "Madam" in public and "Sister-in-law" in private, despite being slightly older than her. Lijuan was always amused and exasperated by his awkwardness. She felt a strange sense of kinship with this impotent man, but the thought of his incompetence also made her sigh. How could such a burly man be impotent? What Lijuan found strange was that even when soldiers or colleagues called him impotent to his face, Yang Weiguo never got angry. He would discuss matters directly, or just chuckle foolishly. "

A typical kind and honest man," Lijuan thought to herself.

Christmas Day, the first Christmas after Zhou Hang left, and for the first time, Lijuan felt a deep sense of loneliness. In previous years, if Zhou Hang didn't have air patrol duties, he would always personally take Lijuan or ask Yang Weiguo to pick her up and take her to the base for the Christmas dance. Lijuan would always put on some light makeup and wear a dress beforehand, waiting at home for one of them to pick her up. She would always get into the car with great excitement. The Christmas dance was always held at the flight officers' club, so Lijuan had never seen Yang Weiguo at the dance. At the dance, Lijuan was always the brightest star, her tall figure and graceful dance moves often attracting unfamiliar pilots or guests who fluttered around her like bees around a flower garden.

However, Zhou Hang would sometimes take her to the ground crew parties on the flight route to see Yang Weiguo. The atmosphere there was rough and unrefined, not as glamorous as the flight officers' club, but they could eat, drink, and chat freely. Compared to the flight officers' club, Lijuan and Zhou Hang preferred this place.

But this year, as Lijuan unconsciously put on her makeup in front of the mirror, she wondered who would pick her up.

Lijuan suddenly wanted to burst into tears, but not a single tear came out. She finished her makeup and put on her dress, sitting quietly alone in the living room without turning on the lights.

She could hear the sound of jeeps coming and going; she knew it was the car coming to pick up her neighbor's wife. Lijuan sat in the dark living room for an unknown amount of time until there was no sound outside anymore. Even Yang Weiguo had probably slowly forgotten about his sister-in-law! Since September, Yang Weiguo had rarely visited her. Lijuan was suddenly surprised that she remembered him so clearly.

"Sister-in-law...Sister-in-law, are you home?" Yang Weiguo's knocking and his rough voice called from outside the door.

"Coming, wait a moment, I'll open the door." Lijuan didn't know why, but she felt a little excited.

Seeing Lijuan, dressed neatly, open the door, Yang Weiguo's face inexplicably flushed. Luckily, it was night and the lights were off—Yang Weiguo thought,

"Sister-in-law, there's a party at the team tonight. I wonder if you'd like to attend?" Yang Weiguo's tone was a little embarrassed.

"Is it convenient for me to go?"

"Of course, of course, everyone at the team is familiar with you."

"Alright then!"

Lijuan was actually happy; after all, she was only 25 and still a young woman.

She was happy at the party, but she couldn't let loose and have fun like before. After all, she was the widow of one of these brothers' former superiors. These brothers were adorable; they knew how to make Lijuan laugh heartily, but no one dared to mention Zhou Hang. Yang Weiguo carefully stayed by her side the whole time. Time flew by, and soon the party was over. Just as Yang Weiguo was driving his jeep to take Lijuan home, another jeep stopped in front of him. Under the headlights, Lin Jie got out of his car with an unfriendly expression and stood in front of Yang Weiguo's vehicle.

"Good morning, sir. I was just about to take Mrs. Zhou home."

"Yes, Mrs. Zhou, I'll take you. You can park your car and go home."

"It's enough that Squad Leader Yang is taking me," Lijuan didn't want Lin Jie to take her.

"Lijuan, Squad Leader Yang has something to do. Let me take you!"

"Really?" Lijuan asked Yang Weiguo.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry," Yang Weiguo muttered under his breath, his lips twitching.

"Hmph,"

Lijuan was furious at Yang Weiguo's cowardice. She had forgotten that Lin Jie was a major while Yang Weiguo was just a sergeant. She slammed the car door shut and got into Lin Jie's car angrily, not looking at Yang Weiguo again.

"Lijuan, you don't need to attend those low-class parties," Lin Jie said with a smile.

"Zhou Hang often brings me here; he's not low-class."

"I meant it was a sergeant's party. Let me know if you want to come, and I'll come pick you up."

Lijuan thought to herself, "I'm afraid you'll come pick me up," without uttering a word

. Lin Jie had been racking his brains trying to find something to talk about with Lijuan the whole way, but for some reason, she couldn't control her anger. She didn't even bother with basic politeness, responding coldly

to This was an insult to him, at least in his arrogant opinion. He believed that since he put on his flight suit, with his charm and his manhood, even if a woman was unwilling the first time, he had never touched a woman as difficult as Lijuan.

Lijuan herself couldn't understand why she was angry, and so angry that she couldn't control her emotions. Yang Weiguo's cowardly expression kept flashing through her mind, refusing to leave. Even the car Lin Jie was driving didn't seem to care. He didn't even notice that the car was heading home.

"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?" When Lijuan came to her senses, the car was already stopped in a cornfield. She asked in surprise,

"Lijuan, can't you see how I feel about you?" Lin Jie said with a lewd grin,

"So what? Bringing me here is how you show your affection?" Lijuan questioned, her heart starting to panic.

"Lijuan, I'm sincere about you. Please accept me." Lin Jie tried his best to steady Lijuan, but his hand was already slowly moving towards her.

Lijuan wasn't stupid. From the moment Lin Jie stopped the car, she had been looking for a way to escape. But it was almost 11 p.m. in the field, and it was pitch black all around, so she couldn't tell which way was which. Just as Lin Jie's hand was about to touch Lijuan, she opened the car door and ran for her life into the dark cornfield. Seeing this,

Lin Jie's scalp tingled, and he got out of the car and chased after her. Rushing, thinking that if he couldn't catch Lijuan and let her go back, his future would be ruined. After all, he was Zhou Hang's widow, and these officials, based on Zhou Hang's consistently excellent performance and his death in the line of duty, would naturally pay close attention to Lijuan.

Her high heels were already stuck in the half-dry, half-soft soil, and her evening dress was already torn and almost ripped by the corn leaves during her frantic run. Barefoot and ragged, Lijuan stumbled and fell on the edge of the field. Being a delicate woman, she could still run if she hadn't fallen, but after falling, she didn't even have the strength to get up.

Lin Jie followed Lijuan and, seeing an opportunity, pounced on her and tore open her tattered evening dress. Lin Jie thought that things had come to this point, and if he let Lijuan go back, his future would be 80% in jeopardy. He didn't have the guts to kill her. If he could rape Lijuan on the spot, things might actually turn around.

Lijuan's impressive breasts were quickly exposed to Lin Jie's eyes. Lijuan had no strength to struggle and could only let Lin Jie kiss and nibble at her aimlessly. Just as Lin Jie was about to go further and tear off the tattered cloth covering Lijuan's lower body, he suddenly felt a tightness in his collar and was being dragged off Lijuan. Lijuan felt a flash of light before her eyes, and then, without her noticing, Lin Jie was standing slumped to the side. She then saw a burly man punch Lin Jie and knock him to the ground. He wasn't unconscious, but his eyes were filled with helpless anger.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Yang Weiguo's voice reached her ears. Lijuan suddenly realized what was happening and clutched her breasts, a sudden surge of anger rising within her.

"Sister-in-law, that beast is on the side now and doesn't dare to move. Don't worry, I'll take you home."

"Who asked you to interfere? What are you doing here? I'm here for a secret rendezvous with Major Lin, what's it to you?"

Lijuan screamed. Her current state meant she was being seen by the person she least wanted to be seen. Lijuan, having lost her temper, hysterically yelled,

"Yang Weiguo, we're on a date, what are you doing here? You even dared to assault your superior!"

Lin Jie didn't understand Lijuan's sudden change, but knowing he couldn't miss the opportunity, he followed up on her outburst, saying,

"I..."

Lijuan looked at Yang Weiguo's eyes, filled with incomprehension, disappointment, and even defeat, without saying a word. She turned and staggered away.

How could this be? His beloved sister-in-law, his goddess, why had she become like this? She was even having an affair with that scoundrel in official robes! "What? It's not someone else?" Yang Weiguo was utterly bewildered.

Lijuan was equally confused as to why she had reacted this way. She had been happy when Yang Weiguo came to her rescue, but her subsequent reaction caused her to lose control. She didn't want Yang Weiguo to see her like this—so disheveled, so exposed, with her breasts barely visible. She hadn't even had a chance to cover herself; she was almost completely exposed to Yang Weiguo's eyes. Lijuan couldn't accept it. Moreover, if it weren't for Yang Weiguo's cowardice, she wouldn't be in this state. If he was cowardly, why did he pretend to be a hero and save her? Lijuan hated Yang Weiguo for making her look foolish in his eyes; she hated his cowardice; and she hated herself even more for being so vulnerable and embarrassing herself in front of Yang Weiguo.

The happiest person was Lin Jie. He didn't care what Li Juan was thinking. Having gotten rid of that impotent plague, it seemed Li Juan was willing. It just so happened that Li Juan liked role-playing, specifically the rape type, which was quite novel. Without another word, Lin Jie pounced on Li Juan, tearing off her lower garments.

Li Juan's figure was very voluptuous, not obese, but well-proportioned. Her breasts were the largest Lin Jie had ever seen in any woman, yet they showed no signs of sagging. Even lying limply, they remained firm and elastic. Her slender waist was strong and powerful, and her flat abdomen had no excess fat. Slightly thicker body hair flowed smoothly downwards. Lin Jie kissed Lijuan as if he wanted to kiss every part of her body. When he kissed her sensitive spots, Lijuan's body trembled. Lin Jie knew what this tremor meant; he decided to train Lijuan into a wanton woman. He stretched out his tongue and scraped back and forth between Lijuan's labia majora and minora. Since Zhou Hang left, Lijuan had been buried in the busyness of teaching students. Actually, what need did a primary school teacher have for this kind of busyness? Especially since Lijuan wasn't even a tutor. But keeping busy could make Lijuan forget the rare intimacy between her and Zhou Hang.

The stimulation from her lower body interrupted Lijuan's thoughts. This was a pleasure Lijuan had never experienced before. She never imagined that Lin Jie, whom she had always looked down upon, could bring her such unusual pleasure. Lijuan naturally opened her legs, hoping to enjoy more.

Lin Jie noticed Lijuan's open legs and felt very excited. He knew his technique was working on Lijuan. Lin Jie licked Lijuan's clitoris with his tongue. He found that Lijuan's clitoris was larger and more prominent than any woman he had ever been with before. What excited him even more was the sensitivity Lijuan displayed. Lin Jie raised his eyes to observe Lijuan. Because Lijuan's large breasts obscured her face, he couldn't see her face, but he could see her nipples. It was erect. Lin Jie reached out and touched Li Juan's nipple, finding it hard.

Li Juan's clitoris, stimulated, involuntarily arched her back to meet Lin Jie's thrusts. Her sexy lips parted slightly, emitting a soft moan. After all, her body had been deprived for a long time.

Hearing Li Juan's moan and noticing that her vulva was already soaking wet, Lin Jie, no longer caring about continuing to tease her, quickly pulled down his pants and straddled her. Just as he was about to enter her,

Li Juan said, "Wait!" blocking the entrance with her hand.

"We've come this far, what do you want from me?" Lin Jie anxiously replied,

"I don't want to follow you like this, without knowing why."

"Then what do you want?" Lin Jie asked urgently.

"A title?"

"You want to be with me..." Lin Jie stammered. He never dreamed he could get Lijuan completely, let alone that his dream goddess would propose marriage in this situation.

"Marry me, or you won't have me. Even if you do, I'll make you wish you were dead," Lijuan said resolutely.

"Marry...marry me? I've begged for it, let alone you're willing,"

Lin Jie agreed without thinking. He knew Lijuan had the ability, and with that brute as a witness, he would really be in deep trouble.

"And," Lijuan still blocked Lin Jie's advances,

"What else?" Lin Jie asked curiously.

"Three conditions."

"Go ahead, go ahead, don't just say three, ten will do."

"First, you're not allowed to touch Yang Weiguo, because he's Zhou Hang's brother."

"Okay, I won't touch him, I'll protect him as much as possible,"

Lin Jie agreed, thinking to himself, "But I have to be able to touch him first! Do you think that impotent guy is easy to touch?" His abilities are so great that even the headquarters commander would have to think twice before taking him down! Even though he's just a sergeant, he's more valuable than I am as a flight officer!

Thinking this to himself, he didn't dare utter a word.

"Second, you have to hand over your entire salary to me, including your flight allowance."

"Um..." Lin Jie hesitated.

"Fine, whatever."

"Fine, whatever. Your life is yours, let alone a mere salary." Lin Jie readily agreed, feeling a bit bitter inside

. "Third, you're not allowed to flirt again, otherwise I'll treat you the same way. For every woman you seduce, I'll have to go to the wall ten times. Anyway, you'll be the one who loses face."

"Of course, of course," Lin Jie felt like he was on a pirate ship, thinking no wonder Zhou Hang rarely came home.

"You idiot, it's all good, so hurry up and come in!" Li Juan said, letting go of his hand and grabbing Lin Jie's waist. She thrust her hips upwards, and

before Lin Jie could react, a warm, wet sensation enveloped his penis. He began to plow into this cornfield with a sense of exhilaration. Li Juan's vagina was tight, and the vaginal walls had rings of what looked like many labia majora and minora growing inside.

Lin Jie, an experienced lover, had never experienced anything like this before. He felt as if countless mouths were entering Li Juan's vagina, one after another, leaving him completely... To avoid Lijuan looking down on him on their first time, Lin Jie tried his best to adjust his state, thrusting gently against her.

Lijuan felt her long-dormant body quickly regain its balance. She no longer cared about Lin Jie's previous actions, only wanting satisfaction, and cooperated fully with him. Just as she was about to climax, she felt Lin Jie's heat enter her body.

Lin Jie lay on Lijuan's large breasts, enjoying the lingering pleasure of the contractions of the vaginal walls inside her. He didn't want to get up at all

. "You idiot, how long are you going to keep pressing me down? Hurry up and find me some clothes to put on and take me home!"

"Oh! Good."

Black Widow (2)

loathed

Lin Jie and Lijuan's wedding. It was lively, but Lijuan felt a chill amidst the festive atmosphere. Sitting at the head table, watching the clinking glasses, she felt like she was attending another funeral, and she was still the hostess.

Lin Jie was clearly very happy, flitting between tables like a butterfly, his face radiating smug satisfaction. Lijuan knew Lin Jie wasn't popular, and she knew this liveliness was something Lin Jie had painstakingly orchestrated.

Lijuan thought to herself that at least the fervor at her wedding to Zhou Hang was initiated by those around her. Almost all of Zhou Hang's classmates, regardless of the distance from their bases, were present, and those who couldn't attend sent their heartfelt blessings through those who were there. That night, she and Zhou Hang were invited to the table. Zhou Hang drank her "high-heeled shoe" wine and, in front of everyone, knelt beside her chair at the table, vowing his love for Lijuan. When the bride and groom toasted, Yang Wei... Guo put down his bride to help fend off the drinks. That night, both Zhou Hang and Yang Weiguo got drunk.

Lin Jie, his face flushed, returned to the main table, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit quiet.

"Madam... I'd like to toast you." A tall figure appeared beside her without her noticing.

Lijuan looked at Yang Weiguo and felt a surge of excitement, like seeing a relative. But then she remembered Yang Weiguo's timid expression that night.

"Hmm! Thank you." She picked up her glass

and watched Yang Weiguo, holding the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, down three glasses in a row.

"Sir..." " Wishing you both a long and happy marriage, and eternal bliss in the river of love! I'll drink to that first!"

Yang Weiguo downed three more cups. Lijuan saw tears welling up in his eyes, her own eyes red.

Yang Weiguo saluted, turned around, and suddenly raised his bottle and glass, shouting, "Wishing the commander and his wife a long and happy marriage, and eternal bliss in the river of love! Brothers, let's settle our scores and avenge our grudges!"

In an instant, the scene erupted in a frenzy at Yang Weiguo's shouts.

Yang Weiguo didn't see Lijuan; as he turned and shouted, tears finally streamed down his face.

The government didn't provide them with new dormitories; instead, they lived in the old family quarters that Zhou Hang and Li Juan had previously lived in. Li Juan had some idea of this situation before marrying Lin Jie, so she packed Zhou Hang's belongings into a box well in advance. After marriage,

Lin Jie was a good husband; at least compared to Zhou Hang, he tried his best to come home every day. During the day, Li Juan was at school reading and playing with the children, just like before. After work, she would go home, cook dinner, and wait for Lin Jie to return from the army

. Before, when Zhou Hang came home, Li Juan would nestle beside him like a little bird, chattering incessantly about everything that had happened at school in the past few days. Zhou Hang wasn't a talkative person, but he was always very patient. He held Lijuan in his arms, listening quietly to her story, occasionally throwing in a little joke to tease the students, which always made Lijuan laugh until she couldn't breathe.

Zhou Hang and Lijuan's affection was ordinary, but Lijuan knew in her heart that the sex or orgasm between her and Zhou Hang mainly came from the harmony of their souls. Because of this spiritual harmony with Zhou Hang, Lijuan naturally felt satisfied whenever she was with him. As for

Lin Jie, Lin Jie was outwardly enthusiastic, with a very Westernized style of kissing upon entering and leaving. At first, Lijuan quite appreciated this outward display of affection, but after living together for three months, Lijuan realized that this was just a way for Lin Jie to show off. For her, it was like a precious doll in her hands. It wasn't that Lin Jie didn't love her, but he valued the vanity Li Juan brought him more.

Li Juan already disliked Lin Jie, and had hoped that marriage would improve this feeling, whether it was herself or Lin Jie. Unfortunately, this expectation failed. Just like their sex life, Li Juan only wanted Lin Jie to use more traditional methods to let her experience physical pleasure from the heart. But Lin Jie wouldn't do that. He always used various tricks to tease Li Juan, often making her moan like a wanton woman. But when it came to actually doing it, he would always fizzle out, leaving Li Juan's hard-won desire unfulfilled. Hanging there, Lijuan gradually became dissatisfied with Lin Jie's performance in bed. At first, she endured it, but as time went on, her disgust for Lin Jie deepened.

Lin Jie himself was oblivious; he always thought that Lijuan had been trained into a slut who couldn't live without him. Lin Jie's idea was to use Lijuan as an assistant to his promotion and a stepping stone to his advancement.

Lin Jie also had to stay at the military base for a few days each month and couldn't go home. Whenever this happened, Lijuan would be especially happy. On the one hand, she wouldn't have to see his disgusting face for a short time, and on the other hand, she could be alone and quietly think about things.

What was she thinking about?

Actually, Lijuan wasn't thinking much. She was just reminiscing about the days when Zhou Hang was still around. But the thought of another person associated with Zhou Hang would always unconsciously appear in her memories. She originally thought that when she was in the cornfield, she hated Yang Weiguo because she saw her disheveled self, mistaking him for Zhou Hang's alter ego. It wasn't until the night of her wedding to Lin Jie that Lijuan realized she had always liked Yang Weiguo. She hadn't dared to think about it too much because Yang Weiguo adhered to proper etiquette, and also because he had lost his masculine instincts. Lijuan knew she hadn't been unfaithful to Zhou Hang, because these feelings only arose after he left. The feelings that had been slowly brewing since Lijuan's remarriage, when Yang Weiguo hadn't appeared at all, were only occasionally mentioned when Lin Jie brought Lijuan to the camp to show off. Lijuan knew Yang Weiguo was avoiding her. On her wedding night, when she saw the tears in Yang Weiguo's eyes before he turned away, she knew she might have missed the love of her life. Although that love wasn't complete,

Lin Jie's efforts with Lijuan weren't in vain; at least his guidance in matters of the heart was successful. Under Lin Jie's deliberate guidance, Lijuan had an excellent understanding of her own needs and those of men. Lin Jie was proud, but also disappointed, because Lijuan hadn't... To be able to submit to him as she expected, it was actually her own inadequacy

that made her feel powerless. Lijuan hated herself for being led to this point by Lin Jie. She hated her increasingly seductive appearance, she hated her increasingly lewd inner self, she hated the colleagues at school who intentionally or unintentionally seduced her with their words, and she hated most of all the big man who showed a cowardly expression at the crucial moment.

"Come on! Don't you want it?"

Lin Jie came home from work and saw Lijuan leaning against the bed, her almond-shaped eyes squinting, one hand teasing her nipple and the other hand sliding her fingers up and down her vaginal opening to masturbate. His heart couldn't help but flutter, and he hurriedly took off his clothes and pounced on

Lijuan's legs. Clinging to Lin Jie's waist, her hands kneading her breasts and nipples, head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning lewdly, Lin Jie leaned down and began biting and nibbling at Li Juan's neck. She tried desperately to suppress the pleasure surging from her lower body, but the lustful Li Juan wouldn't let Lin Jie's movements be slow and steady. She pressed her hands against Lin Jie's buttocks; whenever he paused to relax, Li Juan would immediately cooperate, forcefully lifting her hips and waist in rhythm. Just as Li Juan was reaching her climax, she suddenly felt a surge of heat inside her.

"I want more," Li Juan uttered the words Lin Jie dreaded most.

"Fine, you slut, figure out a way yourself."

"Mmm,"

Lijuan sat up and leaned between Lin Jie's legs, slowly sucking his penis into her mouth. Stimulated by Lijuan's tongue, lips, and even teeth, Lin Jie's penis slowly regained its vitality. Lijuan didn't say much, just pressed Lin Jie down, indicating that she wanted to take over. She straddled Lin Jie's lower abdomen, guiding his penis inside her, and then slowly moved up and down.

Lin Jie lay there, enjoying the comfort that the layers of flesh inside Lijuan's vagina brought to his penis. Watching Lijuan hungrily touching and grasping his large breasts, buttocks, and waist, her disheveled hair and wild, seductive eyes, although he had already ejaculated once, under Lijuan's initiative, Lin Jie wasn't much better than the first time. His second ejaculation only lasted slightly longer than the first time.

Lijuan noticed that he had gone limp and slipped out. The penis didn't say anything, just glanced at Lin Jie, then grabbed the limp penis again and put it in her mouth, while moving her lower body in front of Lin Jie's face. The two of them were sucking and teasing each other in a 69 position.

That night, Lin Jie ejaculated five times until Lijuan climaxed. When he went out to prepare for his dawn flight training at around 4 a.m., Lin Jie realized that his legs were weak.

This

time, Lijuan couldn't describe her feelings. Looking at Lin Jie's portrait in the funeral hall, she actually felt ridiculous and wanted to laugh.

After everyone had left, Lijuan walked briskly out of the funeral hall and hailed a taxi to go home. Just as the taxi was sliding onto the road, Lijuan saw a familiar and tall figure standing next to the empty funeral hall in the rearview mirror. She wanted to stop the car to see him. But she didn't do that, because she didn't know what to say to him.

Lin Jie crashed into the ground during a routine training dive for some reason instead of taking off. This was the second time Lijuan had applied for a death benefit, including Zhou Hang's. The military court and relevant technical units questioned Lijuan's claim, but the military couldn't find the cause and still ruled it a death in the line of duty, and still paid Lijuan the death benefit.

Lijuan continued to live her life peacefully in the village, but there were no longer any photos or items related to Zhou Hang or Lin Jie in her home. Zhou Hang was Lijuan's most cherished memory, and she didn't want anyone to touch it, so Lijuan chose to keep all items related to Zhou Hang untouched.

Lin Jie was utterly disregarded by Lijuan, who discarded all his worthless belongings. Despite this, Lijuan showed no lack of respect or care for Lin Jie's parents. Following the example of Zhou Hang's parents, Lijuan divided the pension into three parts

: two for Lin Jie's parents, one for herself, and the remaining money she had saved for Lin Jie over the past two years—one of the three conditions Lin Jie had agreed to before their marriage.

Lijuan didn't stay in the village long. She used the two pensions and her savings to buy an apartment on the 8th floor, about 130 square meters, not far from the school. On the day Lijuan moved out of the village, as she left the village gate, she heard…

"The Black Widow has moved away, we're safe now."

The voice was soft, but Lijuan heard it clearly. She turned around, wondering what to say, but she held back. She just wanted to escape this environment; let them say what they wanted.

Living alone was easy, but also lonely. Lijuan tried to keep busy as before, but while the days were manageable, the nights were difficult. Even helping other teachers grade their assignments was limited; after all, other teachers couldn't always rely on her.

The nights were unbearable when Lijuan had free time. In their less than two years of marriage, Lin Jie had thoroughly developed Lijuan's body, increasing her desire for intimacy.

Now that Lin Jie was gone, Lijuan's loneliness was inescapable. In this conservative and feudal world, Lijuan dared not and did not want to go out and flirt. She often had to rely on herself to endure the long nights in endless torment.

The problem was, if she had to satisfy her desires, she needed someone to fantasize about!

Lijuan went through all the objects of her sexual fantasies, but every time it came to the crucial moment, that impotent man would inexplicably replace her original fantasy. Each time, Lijuan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

Lijuan never knew that Yang Weiguo had left such an indelible impression on her. She always thought she should have forgotten Yang Weiguo long ago, but she just couldn't forget him.

As the saying goes, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast." Perhaps it was the phrase "Black Widow" that she was called when she moved out of the pilots' village that was overheard by some schoolchildren. Gradually, the students who were once close to her began to distance themselves. She would often unintentionally hear these children calling her "Black Widow" behind her back. Lijuan couldn't argue with the children about these things; she genuinely loved them. But the innocent children couldn't understand the torment Lijuan was going through.

Fortunately, at the school... Her colleagues sympathized with her and didn't ostracize her. Instead, they often stopped the naughty children from playing pranks.

As a result, Lijuan didn't give up her courage to live independently. Although desire was tormenting, it was ultimately a private matter behind closed doors. Lijuan lived a seemingly glamorous life alone

at school. When Lin Jie was still alive, the male teachers who had seduced Lijuan only dared to occasionally make verbal advances, not necessarily to actually do anything. However, after Lijuan's second pilot husband died in the line of duty and moved away from the military dependents' area, these teachers began to pursue Lijuan intensely without restraint. It was more of a pursuit than a genuine desire to spend the rest of their lives with her

. But Lijuan, a former pilot's wife, had no interest in these mediocre male colleagues. Although she was also a teacher, there was always an insurmountable barrier in Lijuan's heart.

Furthermore, Lijuan always vaguely saw Lin Jie's shadow in these male colleagues, and she didn't want to be used as a tool for showing off again

. To be fair, it wasn't that Lijuan truly disliked them all; at least one colleague was pleasing to her eye. That teacher's surname was Wang, his given name was Wang Xiang, and those who knew him better called him Old Wang. He taught physical education at the school, had dark skin, and was quite tall and robust, but he was also meticulous and didn't talk much. However, for some reason, he was nearly 50 and still unmarried. Normally, Lijuan didn't have many opportunities to interact with Old Wang, but in the past, Lijuan was playful and cheerful, and often accompanied him to physical education classes when she didn't have other classes. The children ran and jumped around together, and even so, they became somewhat acquainted with Old Wang, exchanging a few words

. What Old Wang was thinking... others might not know, but he knew very well what he was thinking. When he was young, he had opportunities to marry, but he always found fault with this woman's unfashionable appearance and that woman's lack of beauty. When he finally wanted to settle, the women would complain about his age and his lack of money. So, he dragged on, one after another, until he grew older, knowing there was little hope left, and he gave up on the idea.

When Lijuan first came to the school, Old Wang had also fantasized about her, but that was just a fantasy. In the real world, Lijuan was a pilot's wife—what a noble status that was! Besides, how could a young girl like her possibly be interested in an old man who was almost old enough to be her father?

After realizing this, Old Wang truly treated Lijuan as his own daughter, caring for her silently from afar. He didn't say it aloud, but over the years, seeing Lijuan widowed, remarry, and then widow again, he felt genuinely sorry for her. Seeing a young woman in the prime of her life become so worn out in just a few years, Old Wang secretly calculated that Lijuan was probably not even thirty yet!

Old Wang thought he had kept his feelings to himself and had never told anyone, but little did he know that there were observant bystanders who saw everything clearly.

One day, Principal Hu of the school summoned Old Wang to his office for a private talk. The elderly woman who spoke with him was Mr. Wu, a retired pilot who had served as the base commander for Zhou Hang and Lin Jie a few years ago, and had officially retired while in command. Therefore, she was quite concerned about Lijuan.

"Old Wang! You're not even 50 yet, are you?" Principal Hu asked slowly.

"I'll be 50 next year," Old Wang said with a sigh.

"Aren't you going to plan for your marriage?"

"I would like to! But someone has to be willing!" Old Wang said helplessly.

"Oh, I have someone in mind, I don't know if you've thought about it?"

"Principal...sigh! I know most of the people you know, I'm afraid the principal is trying to win my heart again?"

"Go away...who has time to mess with you? Just tell me if you still want to get married!" Principal Hu said with a slightly angry laugh.

"Yes...of course I do...but...I don't know which family's daughter it is...I..." Principal Hu interrupted Old Wang before he could finish,

"You still want a girl?! Are you good enough for her?"

"I know...that's not what I meant...I meant..." Old Wang stammered,

"Sigh...to say that a girl isn't suited to be with someone like you is a disservice to her."

"Then Principal, just tell me straight! Who is it? Do I know her?" Old Wang asked impatiently.

"Zhang Lijuan," Principal Hu said, no longer teasing Old Wang

. "Principal, if you have nothing else, I'll be going out." Old Wang was genuinely getting angry.

"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you? We were talking perfectly fine." Principal Hu was bewildered, not knowing why Old Wang had suddenly become so angry.

"You said you weren't teasing me, but she's a beautiful, delicate woman. A whole bunch of guys in the school want to date her, how could I possibly be one of them? Tell me, aren't you just teasing me?" Old Wang stood up, preparing to leave the principal's office.

"So you're saying you don't want to? Fine… never mind." Principal Hu opened the official documents on his desk, pretending to read them.

"I didn't say I didn't want to!" Old Wang turned around and said.

"Then you do want to?" Principal Hu looked up and asked.

"Even if I want to, she has to agree!"

"So you're just afraid of losing face, aren't you?"

"Sigh! No! But if I tell her and she doesn't agree, it'll be awkward when we meet again!"

"Oh, so you're still afraid of losing face? You're afraid of losing face, but I'm not afraid of losing face by telling people, even though I'm old and shameless?"

"Besides, if it doesn't work out, it's fine; if you don't say anything, it's not there at all. Have you considered what if it does work out?"

"I..." Old Wang hadn't dared to think about it for a long time, but Principal Hu's words rekindled his interest.

"Think it through. If you don't want it, just pretend I didn't say anything. If you do, I'll get it done for you."

"Yes!" Old Wang blurted out without thinking.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Yes," Old Wang nodded.

"Alright, then you can go out now! Wait for my message." Principal Hu didn't keep Old Wang for a chat. She felt that talking to this blockhead for even a little longer might drive her crazy, but then she thought that was also part of Old Wang's charm.

"

Lijuan

! Think it over. I believe you understand Old Wang." Principal Hu said slowly.

"I know you're a good girl. No one can be sure what will happen after this. If anyone has to blame, it's only because Zhou Hang and Lin Jie didn't have the good fortune." Principal Hu said with a sigh.

“Flying! That’s just risking your life to pull yourself into a metal coffin. My old man has retired now, but you have no idea how worried I was about him!”

“Since things have come to this, and I don’t think you’re a naive girl, life still goes on. Old Wang is getting old, but what’s left of youthful passion in the end? In old age, all you want is a close companion to talk to, even if it’s just worrying about him, it’s better than being alone!”

Lijuan thought, and she was right! The younger ones were all younger than her, and those around her age already had families. Although Old Wang was a bit older, she and Old Wang always got along well, and she admired his composure. As for sex? Apart from Zhou Hang, Lin Jie hadn’t satisfied her much. Every time, she had to force herself on him until he couldn’t breathe. So what difference did it make who she was with? Lijuan asked herself.

"Hey! I'll take your silence as a yes!" Principal Hu knew Lijuan's mind was starting to wander.

"Wait... Principal, have you spoken to Old Wang yet?" Lijuan asked worriedly.

"Hehe... You two are really something! He was even worried you wouldn't agree! I asked him before you, and he was so eager and worried you wouldn't agree, hehe... You didn't see it, hehehe..." Principal Hu laughed happily.

The wedding was simple. Although there were quite a few people at the banquet, it was much quieter than the previous two weddings. After all, the people in the army were enthusiastic and outgoing, and when they got into fun, they could make even those who didn't want to participate join in the fun.

Lijuan had hoped to contact Yang Weiguo, but the message she received was that he had already retired from the army. Thinking of this, tears welled up in Lijuan's eyes. She thought that it would be better to live with Yang Weiguo than with an elderly man like Lao Wang. However, she couldn't bring herself to contact him. Since Lijuan and Lin Jie's wedding, Yang Weiguo had stopped contacting her and even avoided her.

Perhaps she had hurt him too deeply, and Lijuan felt a pang of guilt.

Calming herself, Lijuan raised her head, preparing to toast the guests with Lao Wang. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past the hall entrance. Lijuan thought she was seeing things and suppressed the urge to go out and investigate. She followed Lao Wang, toasting the guests at each table.

Lijuan's heart couldn't calm down. She really hoped Yang Weiguo would rush in and tell her he was taking her away. Lijuan thought that if that were the case, she might really run away with Yang Weiguo without a second thought. But this was real life, not a fairy tale of princes and princesses, and she was no longer a pure and beautiful princess.

Sitting by the dressing table, looking at Old Wang lying unconscious on the bed, Lijuan thought, "This is probably how my life will be! Maybe this is the best ending for me. Although I'm unwilling, what can I do?"

Suddenly remembering something, Lijuan quietly rummaged through the things she had brought back from the hall. Squatting beside a pile of miscellaneous items, she pulled out a thick gift book from the bottom. This was a book used to record which guests gave what gifts at the wedding. It didn't have any special meaning, but she kept it so that it could be used as a reference for how to reciprocate when the other party had a wedding in the future.

Lijuan flipped through the pages, searching line by line. Suddenly, three bold characters appeared in her eyes: "

Ten Thousand Yuan, Yang Weiguo."

Tears welled up uncontrollably, like a burst dam. "Yang Weiguo, how could you be so cowardly? You don't even have the courage to see me?" Lijuan collapsed to the ground, wailing silently, her fingers incessantly tracing the three characters, unable to vent her resentment.

A rough hand gently wiped away Lijuan's tears with a towel. Lijuan hurriedly looked up and saw Old Wang's pitying expression. She was at a loss, embarrassed and unsure what to do.

"Lijuan! It's okay, just let it all out. It's not good to keep things bottled up."

Seeing Old Wang's sincere face, Lijuan, though tears still streaming down her face, struggled to her feet.

"I'm sorry, I just tripped and fell. It really hurt, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's alright, I'm just feeling sleepy after drinking a little. I'll be fine after a nap."

"I'll wring out a damp towel for you to wipe your face."

"No need, this towel is wet enough," Old Wang said, waving the towel he had just used to wipe Lijuan's tears and pretending to wipe his face.

Lijuan burst into laughter at Old Wang's antics, and without realizing it, she glanced at him sideways, scolding him,

"You old rascal."

Old Wang stared at Lijuan, who he had never seen so alluring before, and was momentarily captivated.

"What's wrong?" Lijuan asked curiously.

"Oh...nothing...nothing, I'm going to take a shower," Old Wang replied blankly.

"Okay, I'll remove my makeup first!" Lijuan said, sitting back down at her dressing table and starting to remove her makeup with concentration.

Old Wang had been single for many years and always drank alone, taking care of himself when drunk. He had only felt thirsty and reached for a glass of water, not realizing it was his wedding night. When he woke up, he saw Lijuan sitting by a pile of junk, silently wailing.

Old Wang, still quite drunk after his shower, lay in bed, his mind wandering. He drowsily watched Lijuan emerge from the bathroom. Lijuan was wearing a short nightgown, and in the light, it was clear she was only wearing underwear underneath. Her bare arms, the thin straps of her bra, and her full, firm breasts stretched draped exaggeratedly over the fabric, the nipples swaying faintly against the fabric. Old Wang stared, speechless.

Lijuan hadn't expected the nightgown Lin Jie had bought for her to elicit such a reaction from Old Wang. Initially annoyed by his gaze, she quickly realized she was now his wife, and his behavior wasn't surprising. Resigned, she got into bed and lay down beside him.

"Lijuan...I...I can..."

Lijuan's heart fluttered. Could it be that Old Wang could still...?

"Old Wang, I'm your wife now. There's nothing to hide between husband and wife."

Old Wang was overjoyed. One hand trembled as he reached out to Lijuan. Seeing Old Wang like this, Lijuan smiled gently and took his hand to her full breasts.

Old Wang wasn't stupid. Encouraged like this, how could he not go straight for it? He immediately flipped open Lijuan's short nightgown and buried his head in Lijuan's breasts, touching and sucking on her nipples. Originally, Lijuan thought that being a sexless couple would be nice, having someone to chat with would be good. She never thought that Old Wang was still capable and had such needs. Lijuan's nipples were cold and she let Old Wang suck on them. She was so comfortable that she moaned involuntarily.

Although Old Wang had never been married, he was still a man, and he had frequented brothels when he needed it. He wasn't an ignorant fool; upon hearing Lijuan's moans, he triumphantly used every trick in the book, making the long-deprived Lijuan comfortably free her hand to find Old Wang's penis, while her other hand pressed down on Old Wang's head against her chest.

Old Wang moved upwards, kissing Lijuan's ear while allowing her to grasp his penis. Lijuan, touching Old Wang's penis, felt it was much thicker and longer than Zhou Hang's and Lin Jie's, and her secret pleasure intensified.

Helping Lijuan remove her panties and short nightgown, Lao Wang quickly stripped off his own clothes and thrust himself into her wet vulva. The thrust brought Lijuan immense pleasure; her long-dormant body and soul were instantly relieved, causing Lao Wang to tremble with desire.

Once inside Lijuan, Lao Wang realized her vulva was a treasure, its layers tightly encircling his penis, providing unparalleled comfort. Coupled with Lijuan's trembling body during his thrusts, he felt a surge of energy, eager to compete with the young man.

Lao Wang, a physical education teacher, exercised regularly, his stamina far exceeding that of the average young man. This rapid onslaught caused the long-deprived Lijuan to moan softly, her body trembling as she gripped the sheets tightly, her legs rubbing back and forth on the bed.

Seeing Lijuan like this, Old Wang was very pleased with himself. He thrust his hips forward and vigorously ravaged Lijuan, his mind filled with her seductive image. The effects of the alcohol, which he had suppressed after taking a shower, slowly resurfaced. As his pleasure intensified, Old Wang's consciousness gradually blurred. Finally, with a shudder, he collapsed onto Lijuan, motionless.

Lijuan felt she had never experienced such pleasure before. As Old Wang trembled and lay on top of her, she surrendered herself to him, feeling the waves of pleasure he poured into her. Lijuan also released her vaginal fluids in waves with him.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Lijuan realized that Old Wang was still lying stiffly on top of her.

"Old Wang... Old Wang... Get up!" Lijuan cooed, trying to rouse Old Wang

. Principal Hu, no longer as kind as before, treated Lijuan with the same gentleness. After Old Wang's funeral, Lijuan resigned from her teaching position. Principal Hu seemed eager for her to leave; the school had already informed her that afternoon that she could leave without any formalities.

The hospital said Old Wang had suffered a ruptured blood vessel in his brain due to alcohol-induced agitation. He could have been saved, but unfortunately, due to massive brain hemorrhage and the late arrival at the hospital, Lijuan was met with nothing but contemptuous stares.

While sorting through Old Wang's belongings, Lijuan discovered he was actually quite wealthy, with a considerable amount of cash in his bank account. His only family member was Lijuan, his wife of less than a day, so there was no need to worry about his affairs.

Lijuan truly cried at Old Wang's funeral, genuinely heartbroken for him. He was a gentle and kind man, and although they hadn't truly lived together, Lijuan knew it all too well.

On the other hand, there was the despair of knowing that everyone considered her guilty. Lijuan knew that in everyone's eyes, she was a master at murdering her husband and seizing the family fortune.

Lijuan transferred the real estate under Lao Wang's name to her own, sold all the movable property at extremely low prices, and then entrusted a real estate agency to rent out the house under her name. She moved back to her parents' old home. Her parents had passed away one after the other the year after Lijuan married Zhou Hang, so she was once again living a secluded life alone. Yang Weiguo, one

of the three siblings

, would never forget the scene of Lijuan with her clothes disheveled. He hated himself for being so cowardly back then. Even being charged with disobeying orders under military law in that situation would have been better than giving Lijuan to that bastard.

He knew that Lijuan liked him, but he didn't dare to pursue her simply because he was a monster.

Besides, what was he? Lijuan was the widow of his best friend. How could a college graduate like her be interested in a sergeant like him with only a high school diploma? Not to mention what others thought of Lijuan, Yang Weiguo couldn't even convince himself.

For this reason, and partly because he felt it was necessary, Yang Weiguo used his spare time to study on his own. Fortunately, his academic foundation wasn't bad, allowing him to enter CK University near the base to study architecture, despite being at the bottom of the exam list. That year, his brother Zhou's plane crashed.

Yang Weiguo didn't tell Lijuan about this; he was afraid she'd think he was showing off, and also afraid he wouldn't be able to finish his studies.

At Lijuan's remarriage banquet, Yang Weiguo almost couldn't hold back his tears, but he couldn't help wanting to look at Lijuan more closely. Seeing her cold eyes, he wondered if he really shouldn't have been in the cornfield. But why did he feel he saw Lijuan crying when he turned around? This puzzled him greatly.

He didn't care. The military duties during the day and the studies at night had already overwhelmed Yang Weiguo, but he just couldn't help it. Whenever he had the chance, he would secretly hide to the side and look at Lijuan, even if it was just for a glance.

Before his discharge from the army, Yang Weiguo had been working part-time at his teacher's architectural firm, designing houses. Unexpectedly, his designs became incredibly popular, leading his teacher to make an exception and promote him to chief designer—a first for someone like Yang Weiguo who had only been a part-time worker.

Yang Weiguo was excited to tell Lijuan, wanting her to share his joy, but each time he got there, his own thoughts stopped him.

After his discharge, his teacher kept urging him to stay and help, and Yang Weiguo agreed. Then, an old colleague from the army contacted him, telling him that Lijuan was getting married again.

The night of Lijuan's wedding was also the night Yang Weiguo left that captivating city. He stood at the entrance of the hall, watching Lijuan and her groom from afar. He couldn't see Lijuan's face clearly, just staring intently until the emcee called out, "The bride and groom toast!" Only then did he reluctantly turn away. That night, back in his home in another city, Yang Weiguo sat in his room, tears streaming down his face, until dawn.

Four years had passed. Yang Weiguo stared at the photo of himself, Zhou Hang, and Lijuan on his large desk.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I couldn't take care of Sister-in-law wholeheartedly, so she ended up..." Yang Weiguo stared blankly, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Then he worried about how Lijuan had been these past few years.

It was as if she had vanished. No matter how much Yang Weiguo inquired, he couldn't find Lijuan. The house near the school had been sold.

Yang Weiguo thought of himself. Since returning home, with the help of his younger siblings Weiyun and Weiting, he had started this development and construction company. He hadn't expected Weiyun, who studied accounting in college, and Weiting, who studied international trade, to be so capable. At such a young age, one focused on internal affairs and the other on external affairs, they had successfully transformed their independently run small architectural firm into a large construction and development company.

"It's probably because the market has been good these past few years that I and my two siblings seized the opportunity! The market can't be prosperous forever. It's time to be conservative in our operations," Yang Weiguo thought, his gaze returning to the couple in the photo.

"General Manager, did you need something?"

A stunningly beautiful, tall young woman stood at the door. Yang Weiguo glanced at her and said,

"Weiting, please have a seat. I need to talk to you both when Weiyun arrives."

"Brother, are you thinking about Sister Lijuan again?"

"Brother... you wanted to see me?"

A tall, handsome man, much thinner than Yang Weiguo, walked into Yang Weiguo's office and sat down next to Yang Weiting.

"Have you noticed the recent economic indicators?" Yang Weiguo sat down opposite the two men.

"Yes, all the indicators suggest that we can intensify our next market actions to expand the company's profit margin," Weiting said confidently.

"Yes, I think so too. Brother, are you considering expanding investment?" Weiyun asked cautiously.

“On the contrary, I want to recoup our current investment as soon as possible, so Weiting, your marketing efforts need to be significant.” He paused and continued,

“However, all projects that the company has not yet invested in need need to be re-evaluated. I don’t want to invest in them unless absolutely necessary.”

“But the economic indicators are incredibly good right now. If we don’t invest, we will suffer huge losses and our competitors could easily surpass us,” Wei Yun emphasized, while Weiting nodded in agreement.

"How long has it been since you had dinner with Mom?" Yang Weiguo asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Uh! It seems..." The two opened their mouths, unable to speak.

"Money can't be earned forever. There's no such thing as a perpetual boom in the market. It's hard to say when a recession might suddenly appear after several years of prosperity. Even if there's no recession, it won't matter if we earn a little less and let others earn more."

"Consider this: if we maintain our current level of investment, what will happen to our company if the market reverses?"

Yang Weiguo said casually.

"Oh..." Yang Weiyun, who studied finance, knew that the company was currently playing a standard financial leverage game.

"That should still be the best outcome!" Yang Weiguo emphasized.

"Hmm," Yang Weiyun confirmed, shivering.

"Also, have you observed the market in mainland China?"

"We don't understand it. Isn't that illegal?" the two replied.

"Hmm, we'll study it first. It will be legal sooner or later. We can also sneak away if necessary," Yang Weiguo said to his two younger siblings with a relaxed expression, gesturing with his eyebrows and clicking his tongue.

"Brother, are you really not going to consider my classmate?" Wei Ting asked Yang Weiguo casually.

"No," Yang Weiguo said dejectedly.

"Sigh! Where did Sister Lijuan go? Really!"

Wei Yun and Wei Ting both knew Lijuan. They had met when Yang Weiguo was on leave from the army during their middle school years, bringing Zhou Hang, who was then a probationary officer, and his girlfriend Lijuan home. Since Lijuan's parents lived not far from the Yang family, and Wei Yun and Wei Ting also liked to treat Lijuan like their older sister, they naturally became close. Yang Weiguo's mother, after seeing Lijuan, was extremely fond of her, and even after Zhou Hang and Lijuan got married, she kept saying she wanted Lijuan to be her daughter.

"Wei Ting, you should take better care of your family and not spend all your time at the company. Li Wen is a good husband, don't let him run away," Yang Weiguo muttered to his sister as he packed his briefcase to leave work.

"Wei Yun, you too, and come home for dinner on Sundays," Yang Weiguo said as he left the office.

The two siblings stared at each other, sticking out their tongues. To them, Yang Weiguo was the eldest brother, but more often he seemed like a stern father.

"Sigh! How many times have I told you? You're a grown man, stop sticking your tongue out like that!"

Yang Weiguo suddenly poked his head out of the office door and said with a smile. The three of them couldn't help but laugh.

Black Widow (The End)

Reunion

Lijuan felt as if fate wasn't satisfied with just torturing her. She had barely settled back into her parents' old home when she received official documents from the government ordering the demolition and reconstruction of her old residence.

Lijuan had no choice but to reorganize her remaining funds and buy a detached bungalow with a yard in the suburbs. She bought a larger house because cleaning it would help her pass the time. Fortunately, Old Wang had left her two houses in his estate, and she lived comfortably on the rent. When she had nothing to do, she would sit alone in the small yard of the

newly widowed

Zhang Lijuan in the empty mourning hall. The hall was surrounded by elegiac couplets and wreaths from various organizations. Throughout the entire farewell ceremony, Zhang Lijuan did not cry, nor did she feel any grief. She thought she would cry uncontrollably, but she did not. She just knelt there, listening to what the master of ceremonies said, and she did as he said, until the entire ceremony ended and everyone, whether she knew him or not, had left. She

stared blankly at the enlarged half-length photograph of Zhou Hang in military uniform in the center of the mourning hall. Zhou Hang in the photo was so handsome, with a square face and large ears. Many people said he was good-looking, but he still died in a flight accident. The accident ended with the plane wreckage not being found, let alone Zhou Hang's body.

"Madam," Lijuan turned around and saw a tall figure—it was Yang Weiguo.

"Madam, it's time to go back," Yang Weiguo said.

She stood up and followed Yang Weiguo out of the mourning hall to the parking lot. They got into the jeep, and Yang Weiguo didn't say a word, simply driving slowly towards their home in the city.

Yang Weiguo was Zhou Hang's first friend when he was a trainee pilot. At that time, Zhou Hang had just graduated from flight school and was a lieutenant, while Yang Weiguo was a corporal and had also just graduated from the NCO school. Because they were both from the north, their straightforward personalities unconsciously made them become good friends, setting aside their ranks. According to Zhou Hang's introduction to Lijuan, Lijuan knew that Yang Weiguo was the same age as her. Because of his widowed mother and three younger siblings, he entered the NCO school immediately after graduating from junior high school to alleviate the family's financial burden.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, we're home," Lijuan nodded, getting out of the car and turning back.

"I won't keep you here. Drive carefully," Lijuan instructed.

"Yes, sister-in-law, please accept my condolences!" Yang Weiguo said somberly, turning the car back to the barracks. He entered

the house, looking at the pilot's family quarters he had applied for when he got married three years ago.

Actually, Lijuan spent most of her time alone in this house. Zhou Hang, due to the requirements of his job, spent more than three days a week at the military base. Fortunately, after graduating from teachers' college, Lijuan successfully became a teacher at a nearby elementary school. Because she was with a group of children, her days were quite lively. When Zhou Hang wasn't home at night, Lijuan would take out the children's homework to correct. These three years of married life had passed by in this lukewarm manner.

Lijuan recalled the time she first met Zhou Hang. It was during a recruitment event organized by a military academy. Several cadets were touring various high schools to give recruitment presentations, and Zhou Hang was one of the students representing the aviation school. At that time, Zhou Hang seemed full of youthful vigor, while Lijuan was a high school sophomore experiencing her first crush. The two began dating after that recruitment presentation, and they continued their relationship for five years until Lijuan graduated from university and they got married.

When they were dating, Lijuan was the envy of almost all her classmates. Not for any other reason than that Zhou Hang was a fighter pilot, which was enough to make the classmates exclaim in amazement, not to mention his handsome and dashing appearance.

It was just a pity that Zhou Hang was not like other classmates' boyfriends who could be by their side at all times. In fact, most of the time, Lijuan would visit Zhou Hang at his base when she didn't have classes or during holidays.

Lijuan met Yang Weiguo around that time. Yang Weiguo was a man of few words, and seemed more than ten years older than his actual age. Even when everyone was getting along well, Yang Weiguo would just smile foolishly, but there was always a deep, faint melancholy in his deep eyes. Like Zhou Hang, Yang Weiguo also had an extremely tall and muscular physique, even taller than Zhou Hang.

Lijuan's curiosity about this northern man truly began in the second year of their marriage. That night, Yang Weiguo came to her house crying, telling her that his wife had run away. Yang Weiguo had gotten married at the same time as Lijuan and Zhou Hang. In her memory, Yang Weiguo's wife was an uneducated, muscular country woman, about 1.7 meters tall, similar to Lijuan. For the next three months, whenever Zhou Hang had free time, he would take Lijuan and Yang Weiguo to A Xiang's house to persuade A Xiang to come home and live with Yang Weiguo. But no matter what they said, A Xiang only wanted a divorce. In the end, Yang Weiguo reluctantly signed the divorce papers, ending the farce.

After that incident, Lijuan asked Zhou Hang what had happened, but Zhou Hang just shook his head and didn't say anything. It wasn't until a time when the base held a dance for aircrew officers that she vaguely heard other soldiers mention that Yang Weiguo was an incomplete man. Only then did she understand who the "impotent sergeant" the soldiers talked about at every base dance was referring to.

In the soldiers' mouths, Yang Weiguo was an extremely capable sergeant; even the foreign consultant from the aircraft manufacturer admired him immensely. Lijuan, having heard the nickname "impotent sergeant" so often, unconsciously joined the soldiers in saying it once, which unexpectedly displeased Zhou Hang. That was the only time Zhou Hang ever lost his temper with her.

That night, Lijuan fell asleep unconsciously, thinking about Zhou Hang, Yang Weiguo, and the little things they did together.

(2)

In the three months following the upheaval, Zhang Lijuan lived a mundane life, just like Zhou Hang stayed behind in the army, until Lin Jie appeared.

Zhang Lijuan was a tall, voluptuous, and voluptuous woman with a round chin, full and sexy lips, large and slender phoenix eyes, curved willow eyebrows, and a straight nose.

"She is a natural beauty," Lin Jie thought, looking at his classmate's widow.

"Lijuan, if you need anything, just say so, and I will definitely help you."

"Thank you, but I don't really need anything at the moment."

Lijuan actually disliked Zhou Hang's classmate. Lin Jie's gaze was always strange, as if he was hinting at something she didn't understand.

"Don't be polite. Zhou Hang and I are inseparable classmates. I will definitely help you with anything."

Lin Jie was actually thinking about how to seduce Zhang Lijuan into bed.

"Okay, I'll call you if I need anything."

After that, Lin Jie always found excuses to visit Zhang Lijuan. From military events to banquets at officers' homes, Zhang Lijuan was always invited, and Lin Jie was always there to protect her. This drew criticism from the other pilots' wives in the village, who mostly said she wasn't content with her home. Lijuan wasn't unaware of this, but her thinking was completely different from theirs. She thought, what does it matter if she's content with her home or not? She was the one facing an empty house. Did she have to be buried with Zhou Hang if he died?

Thinking was one thing, but in reality, Lijuan began to restrain her behavior. At least, she could use this reason to refuse Lin Jie's inappropriate invitations and advances.

Yang Weiguo would visit Lijuan at least once a month. He always addressed her formally as "Madam" in public and "Sister-in-law" in private, despite being slightly older than her. Lijuan was always amused and exasperated by his awkwardness. She felt a strange sense of kinship with this impotent man, but the thought of his incompetence also made her sigh. How could such a burly man be impotent? What Lijuan found strange was that even when soldiers or colleagues called him impotent to his face, Yang Weiguo never got angry. He would discuss matters directly, or just chuckle foolishly. "

A typical kind and honest man," Lijuan thought to herself.

Christmas Day, the first Christmas since Zhou Hang left, and for the first time, Lijuan felt a deep sense of loneliness. In previous years, if Zhou Hang didn't have any air patrol duties, he would always personally take Lijuan or ask Yang Weiguo to pick her up and take her to the base for a Christmas dance. Lijuan would always put on some light makeup and wear a dress beforehand, waiting at home for one of them to pick her up. She would always get into the car excitedly. The Christmas dance was always held at the Flight Officers Club, so Lijuan had never seen Yang Weiguo at the dance. At the dance, Lijuan was always the brightest star, her tall figure and graceful dance moves often attracting unfamiliar pilots or guests who fluttered around her like bees around flowers.

However, Zhou Hang would sometimes take her to the ground crew's evening party on the flight line to find Yang Weiguo. The atmosphere there was rough and unrefined, not as glamorous as the Flight Officers Club, but at least she could eat, drink, and chat freely. Compared to the Flight Officers Club, Lijuan and Zhou Hang preferred this place.

But this year, Lijuan unconsciously put on makeup in front of the mirror, wondering who would pick her up this year.

Lijuan suddenly wanted to burst into tears, but not a single tear came out. She still finished her makeup and dressed in her gown, sitting quietly in the living room alone, without turning on the lights.

She could hear the sound of a jeep coming and going; she knew it was the car picking up her neighbor's wife. Lijuan sat in the dark living room for an unknown amount of time until there was no sound outside. Even Yang Weiguo had slowly forgotten about her, his sister-in-law! Since September, Yang Weiguo had rarely visited her. Lijuan was suddenly surprised that she remembered so clearly.

"Sister-in-law…Sister-in-law, are you home?" Yang Weiguo's knocking and his rough voice called from outside the door.

"Coming, wait a moment, I'll open the door." Lijuan didn't know why she felt a little excited.

Seeing the well-dressed Lijuan open the door, Yang Weiguo's face inexplicably flushed. Luckily, it was night and the lights were off—Yang Weiguo thought,

"Sister-in-law, there's a party at the team tonight. I wonder if you'd like to attend?" Yang Weiguo's tone was a little embarrassed .

"Is it convenient for me to go?"

"Of course, of course, everyone at the team is familiar with us."

"Alright then!"

Lijuan was actually happy; after all, she was only 25 and still a young woman.

She was happy at the party, but she couldn't let loose and have fun like before. After all, she was the widow of one of these brothers' former superiors. These brothers were adorable; they knew how to make Lijuan laugh heartily, but no one dared to mention Zhou Hang. Yang Weiguo carefully stayed by her side the whole time. Time flew by, and soon the party was over. Just as Yang Weiguo was driving his jeep to take Lijuan home, another jeep stopped in front of him. Under the headlights, Lin Jie got out of his car with an unfriendly expression and stood in front of Yang Weiguo's vehicle.

"Good morning, sir. I was just about to take Mrs. Zhou home."

"Yes, Mrs. Zhou, I'll take you. You can park your car and go home."

"It's enough that Squad Leader Yang is taking me," Lijuan didn't want Lin Jie to take her.

"Lijuan, Squad Leader Yang has something to do. Let me take you!"

"Really?" Lijuan asked Yang Weiguo.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry," Yang Weiguo muttered under his breath, his lips twitching.

"Hmph,"

Lijuan was furious at Yang Weiguo's cowardice. She had forgotten that Lin Jie was a major while Yang Weiguo was just a sergeant. She slammed the car door shut and got into Lin Jie's car angrily, not looking at Yang Weiguo again.

"Lijuan, you don't need to attend those low-class parties," Lin Jie said with a smile.

"Zhou Hang often brings me here; he's not low-class."

"I meant it was a sergeant's party. Let me know if you want to come, and I'll come pick you up."

Lijuan thought to herself, "I'm afraid you'll come pick me up," without uttering a word

. Lin Jie had been racking his brains trying to find something to talk about with Lijuan, but for some reason, she couldn't control her anger. She didn't even bother with basic politeness, responding coldly to Lin Jie

. This was an insult to him, at least in his arrogant opinion. He believed that since he put on his flight suit, with his charm and his manhood, even if a woman was unwilling the first time, after his baptism, Lin Jie had never touched a woman as difficult to handle as Lijuan.

Lijuan herself simply couldn't understand herself... Why was she angry, so angry that she couldn't control her emotions? Yang Weiguo's timid expression kept flashing through Lijuan's mind, refusing to leave. She didn't even notice that Lin Jie's car wasn't heading the way he was supposed to take her home.

"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?" When Lijuan came to her senses, the car had already stopped in a cornfield. She asked in surprise,

"Lijuan, can't you see how I feel about you?" Lin Jie said with a lewd grin,

"So what? Bringing me here is how you show your affection?" Lijuan questioned, her heart starting to panic.

"Lijuan, I'm sincere towards you. Please accept me." Lin Jie tried his best to steady Lijuan, but his hand was already slowly moving towards her.

Lijuan wasn't stupid. From the moment Lin Jie parked the car, she had been searching for an escape route. However, it was nearly 11 PM in the fields, and the surroundings were pitch black, making it impossible to distinguish directions. Just as Lin Jie's hand was about to touch Lijuan, she opened the car door and ran desperately into the dark cornfield.

Seeing this, Lin Jie's scalp tingled, and he got out of the car to chase after her. He thought that if he couldn't catch Lijuan and she went back and spread rumors, his future would be ruined. After all, he was Zhou Hang's widow. Based on Zhou Hang's consistently excellent performance and his death in the line of duty, the officer's concern for Lijuan was understandable.

Her high heels were long gone, sinking into the semi-dry soil. Her evening gown was torn and nearly ripped by the corn leaves as she ran. Barefoot and ragged, Lijuan stumbled along, finally tripping and falling on the ridge. Being a delicate woman, she could have continued running even without the fall, but this fall left her too weak to get up.

Lin Jie, following closely behind, seized the opportunity and pounced. Lin Jie tore open Lijuan's tattered evening dress. He reasoned that things had come to this point; letting Lijuan go would jeopardize his future. He didn't have the guts to kill her, but if he could rape her on the spot, things might turn around.

Lijuan's impressive breasts were quickly revealed to Lin Jie. Lijuan had no strength to struggle and could only let Lin Jie kiss and nibble at her aimlessly. Just as Lin Jie was about to go further and tear off the remaining fabric from Lijuan's lower body, he suddenly felt a tightness at the back of his collar—someone was... He abruptly pulled Lijuan off him. Lijuan's eyes lit up, and then, without her noticing, Lin Jie was already standing slumped to the side. She then saw a burly man punch Lin Jie, knocking him to the ground. He wasn't unconscious, but his eyes blazed with helpless anger.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Yang Weiguo's voice reached her ears. Lijuan suddenly realized something and clutched her breasts, a surge of inexplicable anger rising within her.

"Sister-in-law, that beast is on the sidelines, too scared to move. Don't worry, I'll take you home."

"Who asked you to interfere? What are you doing here? I came here for a secret rendezvous with Major Lin, what's it to you?"

Lijuan screamed. Her current state meant she was being seen by the person she least wanted to be seen. Lijuan, having lost her temper, hysterically yelled,

"Yang Weiguo, we're on a date, what are you doing here? You even dared to assault

your superior!" Lin Jie didn't understand Lijuan's change of heart, but knowing he couldn't miss the opportunity, he followed up,

"I..."

Lijuan looked at Yang Weiguo's eyes, filled with confusion, disappointment, and even defeat, without saying a word. She turned and staggered away.

How could this be? His beloved sister-in-law, his goddess, why had she become like this? She was even involved with that scoundrel in official robes! Why not someone else? Yang Weiguo was completely baffled.

Lijuan also didn't understand her own reaction. She had been happy when Yang Weiguo came to her rescue, but her subsequent reaction caused her to lose control. She didn't want Yang Weiguo to see her like this. In such a disheveled state, with her breasts exposed, she had no chance to cover herself and was almost completely exposed to Yang Weiguo's eyes. Lijuan couldn't accept it at all. Moreover, if it weren't for Yang Weiguo's cowardice, she wouldn't be in this state. If she was cowardly, why did she pretend to be a hero and save the beauty? Lijuan hated Yang Weiguo for making her look bad in his eyes. She hated his cowardice, and she hated herself even more for being so vulnerable and embarrassing herself in front of Yang Weiguo.

The happiest person was Lin Jie. He didn't care what Lijuan was thinking. Getting rid of that impotent plague god seemed to be Lijuan's willingness. It just seemed that Lijuan liked to play role-playing, and even the kind of role-playing rape. It was quite novel. Without saying a word, Lin Jie pounced on Lijuan again and tore off her clothes.

Lijuan's figure was very full. She wasn't fat, but she was big in the right places and small in the right places. Her breasts were the largest Lin Jie had ever seen in all the women he had seen, but they didn't sag at all. Even when she was lying limply, they were still firm and elastic. Her waist was strong and powerful, her flat abdomen without an ounce of fat, and her slightly thicker body hair flowed smoothly downwards. Lin Jie kissed Lijuan as if he wanted to kiss every part of her body. When he kissed her sensitive spot, Lijuan's body trembled. Lin Jie knew what this tremor meant. He decided to train Lijuan into a promiscuous woman. He stuck out his tongue and scraped it back and forth between Lijuan's labia majora and minora. Since Zhou Hang left, Lijuan had been buried in the busy work of teaching students. Actually, what need did a primary school teacher have for this kind of busyness? Moreover, Lijuan was not even a tutor. But keeping busy could make Lijuan forget the rare intimacy between her and Zhou Hang.

The stimulation from her lower body interrupted Lijuan's thoughts. It was a pleasure that Lijuan had never experienced before. Lijuan had never thought that Lin Jie, whom she had always looked down on, could bring her this kind of strange pleasure. Lijuan naturally opened her legs, hoping to enjoy more pleasure.

Lin Jie noticed that Lijuan's legs were open and was very excited. He knew that he The technique worked on Lijuan. Lin Jie licked Lijuan's clitoris with his tongue, and he found that Lijuan's clitoris was larger and more prominent than any woman he had ever met before. What excited him even more was the sensitivity Lijuan displayed. Lin Jie raised his eyes to observe Lijuan. Because Lijuan's large breasts covered her face, he couldn't see her face, but he saw that Lijuan's nipples were erect. Lin Jie reached out and touched Lijuan's nipples, finding them hard.

Lijuan's clitoris was stimulated, and she couldn't help but arch her back to cooperate with Lin Jie. Her lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans, and

Lin Jie, whose body had been deprived for a long time, heard Lijuan's moans and noticed that her vulva was already soaking wet. He couldn't care less about continuing to tease her; in a flash, he pulled down his pants and straddled her. Just as he was about to enter her,

Lijuan said, "Wait!" blocking her entrance with her hand.

"We've come this far, what do you want from me?" Lin Jie anxiously replied,

"I don't want to follow you like this, without knowing why."

"Then what do you want?" Lin Jie asked urgently.

"A title?"

"You want to be with me..." Lin Jie stammered. He never dreamed he could get Lijuan completely, let alone that his dream goddess would propose marriage in this situation.

"Marry me, or you won't have me. Even if you do, I'll make you wish you were dead," Lijuan said resolutely.

"Marry...marry me? I've begged for it, let alone you're willing,"

Lin Jie agreed without thinking. He knew Lijuan had the ability, and with that brute as a witness, he would really be in deep trouble.

"And," Lijuan still blocked Lin Jie's advances,

"What else?" Lin Jie asked curiously.

"Three conditions."

"Go ahead, go ahead, don't just say three, ten will do."

"First, you're not allowed to touch Yang Weiguo, because he's Zhou Hang's brother."

"Okay, I won't touch him, I'll protect him as much as possible,"

Lin Jie agreed, thinking to himself, "But I have to be able to touch him first! Do you think that impotent guy is easy to touch?" His abilities are so great that even the headquarters commander would have to think twice before trying to take him down! Even though he's just a sergeant, he's more valuable than me, a flight officer!

Thinking this to himself, he didn't dare utter a word.

"Second, you have to hand over your entire salary to me, including your flight allowance."

"Um..." Lin Jie hesitated.

"No way."

"Fine, fine, whatever. Your life is yours, let alone a mere salary." Lin Jie readily agreed, feeling a bit bitter inside

. "Third, you're not allowed to flirt anymore, otherwise I'll treat you the same way. For every woman you seduce, I'll have to go to the wall ten times. Anyway, you'll be the one who loses face."

"Of course, of course." Lin Jie felt like he'd been tricked, thinking, no wonder Zhou Hang rarely came home.

"You dead man, if you're all set, then hurry up and come in!" Lijuan said, letting go of Lin Jie's hand and instead grabbing his waist. She thrust her hips upwards,

and before Lin Jie could react, a warm, wet sensation enveloped his penis. He began to plow into this cornfield with a sense of exhilaration. Lijuan's vagina was tight, and the vaginal walls had rings of what seemed like many labia majora and minora growing inside.

Lin Jie, a seasoned veteran of the flower garden, had never experienced anything like this before. He felt as if countless mouths were entering and exiting Lijuan, one after another, making it impossible for him to perform at his usual level. To prevent Lijuan from... She had looked down on him from the very first time. Lin Jie tried his best to adjust his state, thrusting against

Li Juan. She felt her long-dormant body quickly regain its balance. She didn't care about Lin Jie's previous behavior and only wanted to be satisfied, so she cooperated with Lin Jie wholeheartedly. At the moment when she was about to climax, she felt Lin Jie's heat enter her body.

Lin Jie lay on Li Juan's large breasts, enjoying the afterglow of pleasure brought by the contractions of the rings of flesh inside Li Juan's vagina. He didn't want to get up at all

. "You bastard, how long are you going to keep pressing me down? Hurry up and find me some clothes to put on and take me home."

"Oh! Good."

Black Widow (2)

loathed

Lin Jie and Lijuan's wedding. It was lively, but Lijuan felt a chill amidst the festive atmosphere. Sitting at the head table, watching the clinking glasses, she felt like she was attending another funeral, and she was still the hostess.

Lin Jie was clearly very happy, flitting between tables like a butterfly, his face radiating smug satisfaction. Lijuan knew Lin Jie wasn't popular, and she knew this liveliness was

only achieved through his own hard work. Lijuan compared it to Zhou Hang's wedding. The lively wedding celebration was initiated by those around them. Almost all of Zhou Hang's classmates, regardless of the distance from their bases, were present. Those who couldn't attend sent their heartfelt blessings through those who were there. That night, she and Zhou Hang were invited to the table. Zhou Hang drank her "high-heeled shoe" wine and, in front of everyone, knelt beside her chair to vow his love for Lijuan. When the bride and groom were toasting, Yang Weiguo put down his bride to help fend off drinks. That night, both Zhou Hang and Yang Weiguo got very drunk.

Lin Jie, his face flushed, returned to the main table, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat quiet. "Madam...I toast you!" A

tall figure appeared beside her seemingly out of nowhere.

Lijuan looked at Yang Weiguo, feeling a surge of emotion, like seeing a long-lost relative. But then she remembered Yang Weiguo's timid expression that night.

"Yes! Thank you," she said, picking up her glass.

Yang Weiguo, holding the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, downed three glasses in quick succession

. "Sir, Madam, I wish you both a long and happy marriage, and eternal love. I'll drink first!"

Yang Weiguo then downed three more glasses. Lijuan saw tears welling in his eyes, her own eyes reddening. Yang Weiguo saluted, turned around, and suddenly raised the bottle and glass, shouting,

"I wish the sir and madam a long and happy marriage!" "Love River forever! Brothers, settle your scores and avenge your grudges!"

In an instant, the scene erupted in a fervent uproar at Yang Weiguo's shouts.

Yang Weiguo didn't see Lijuan; as he turned to shout, tears finally streamed down his face.

The government didn't provide them with new dormitories, but instead made them live in the old family quarters that Zhou Hang and Lijuan had shared. Lijuan had roughly known this situation before marrying Lin Jie, so she had packed Zhou Hang's belongings into a box long ago. After marriage,

Lin Jie was a good husband; at least compared to Zhou Hang, he tried his best to come home every day. During the day, Lijuan was at school reading and playing with the children, just like always. After work, she would go home, cook dinner, and wait for Lin Jie to return from the army.

Before, when Zhou Hang came home, Lijuan would nestle against him like a little bird, chattering incessantly about everything that had happened at school in the past few days. Zhou Hang didn't say much, but he patiently held Lijuan in his arms and listened quietly, occasionally throwing in a little joke to tease the students, which always made Lijuan laugh until she couldn't breathe.

Zhou Hang and Lijuan's affection was ordinary, but in Lijuan's heart, she knew that the sexuality between her and Zhou Hang... or rather, the sexual climax... It must come from a spiritual connection. Because of her spiritual connection with Zhou Hang, Lijuan naturally felt satisfied whenever she was with him.

As for Lin Jie, on the surface, he was enthusiastic, with a very Westernized style of kissing upon entering and leaving. At first, Lijuan appreciated this outward display of affection. However, after living together for three months, Lijuan realized that this was just a way for Lin Jie to show off. To Lin Jie, she was like a precious doll in his hands. It wasn't that Lin Jie didn't love her, but he valued the vanity that Lijuan brought him more.

Lijuan already had feelings for Lin Jie... I was very disgusted. I had hoped that either I or Lin Jie would improve this feeling after marriage, but unfortunately, that expectation failed. Just like when Lin Jie and Lijuan made love, Lijuan only wanted Lin Jie to use a more traditional method so that she could experience physical pleasure from the heart, but Lin Jie wouldn't. He always used all sorts of tricks to tease Lijuan, often making her moan like a slut, but when it came to actually doing it, he would start strong but finish weak, leaving Lijuan's hard-won desire hanging in the air. Gradually, Lijuan also began to be dissatisfied with Lin Jie's performance in bed. At first, she endured it, but as they spent more time together, her disgust for Lin Jie deepened.

Lin Jie, however, was completely oblivious. He always thought that Li Juan had been trained by him into a slut who couldn't live without him. Lin Jie's intention was to use Li Juan as an assistant in his promotion and a stepping stone to climb the social ladder.

Lin Jie also had to stay at the military base for a few days each month and couldn't go home. Whenever this happened, Li Juan would be especially happy. On the one hand, she wouldn't have to see that disgusting face for a short period of time, and on the other hand, she could be alone and quietly think about things.

What was she thinking about?

Actually, Lijuan wasn't thinking much. She was just reminiscing about the days when Zhou Hang was still around. But the thought of another person associated with Zhou Hang would always unconsciously appear in her memories. She originally thought that when she was in the cornfield, she hated Yang Weiguo because she saw her disheveled self, seeing him as Zhou Hang's alter ego. It wasn't until the night of her wedding to Lin Jie that Lijuan realized she had always liked Yang Weiguo. It was just that Yang Weiguo's adherence to propriety prevented her from thinking about it too much. On the other hand, Yang Weiguo's loss of masculine instincts also prevented her from thinking about it. Lijuan knew she wasn't unfaithful to Zhou Hang because these feelings only slowly developed after he left. Since Lijuan's remarriage, Yang Weiguo had never appeared again. She would only occasionally hear about Yang Weiguo when Lin Jie took Lijuan to the camp to show off. Lijuan knew Yang Weiguo was avoiding her. She knew this when she saw the tears in Yang Weiguo's eyes before he turned away on the night of the wedding. He might have missed the love of his life. Although that love wasn't complete,

Lin Jie's efforts with Lijuan weren't in vain; at least his guidance on lust was successful. Under Lin Jie's deliberate guidance, Lijuan had an intimate understanding of her own needs and those of men. Lin Jie was proud, but also disappointed, because Lijuan hadn't submitted to him as he had expected. Instead, he was powerless to resist.

Lijuan hated herself for being led to this point by Lin Jie. She hated her increasingly seductive appearance, her increasingly wanton inner self, and the colleagues at school who had intentionally or unintentionally seduced her. What she hated most was that big man who showed cowardice at the crucial moment.

"Come on! Don't you want it?"

When Lin Jie came home from work and saw Lijuan leaning against the bed, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, one hand teasing her nipple and the other sliding her fingers up and down her vaginal opening, he felt a surge of excitement. He hurriedly took off his clothes and pounced on her.

Lijuan's legs were wrapped around Lin Jie's waist, her hands constantly squeezing her breasts and nipples. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and she moaned lewdly. Lin Jie leaned down and began to nibble at Lijuan's neck and hips, trying desperately to suppress the pleasure surging from her lower body. But Lijuan, consumed by lust, wouldn't let Lin Jie's movements be slow and steady. She pressed her hands against Lin Jie's buttocks; whenever he paused to relax, Lijuan would immediately cooperate, forcefully lifting her hips and hips in rhythm. Just as Lijuan was reaching her climax, she felt a surge of heat shoot inside her.

"I want more!" Lijuan uttered the words Lin Jie dreaded most.

"Fine, you slut, figure out a way yourself."

"Mmm,"

Lijuan sat up and leaned between Lin Jie's legs, slowly sucking his penis into her mouth. Stimulated by Lijuan's tongue, lips, and even teeth, Lin Jie's penis slowly regained its vitality. Lijuan didn't say much, just pressed Lin Jie down, indicating that she wanted to take over. She straddled Lin Jie's lower abdomen, guiding his penis inside her, and then slowly moved up and down.

Lin Jie lay there, enjoying the comfort brought to his penis by the layers of flesh inside Lijuan's vagina. Watching Lijuan thirstily touching and grasping his large breasts, buttocks, and waist, her disheveled hair and wild, seductive eyes, although he had already ejaculated once, under Lijuan's initiative, Lin Jie wasn't much better than the first time. His second ejaculation only lasted slightly longer than the first.

Lijuan noticed his penis had gone limp and slipped out, but didn't say anything, just... Jie grabbed the limp penis again and put it in his mouth, while simultaneously moving his lower body in front of Lin Jie's face. The two engaged in a 69 position, fondling each other.

That night, Lin Jie ejaculated five times until Lijuan reached orgasm. It wasn't until 4 a.m., when he was leaving for his dawn flight training, that Lin Jie realized his legs were weak

. Caged by

lust, Lijuan couldn't describe her feelings this time. Looking at Lin Jie's portrait in the funeral hall, she actually felt a sense of absurdity and wanted to laugh.

After everyone had left, Lijuan walked briskly out of the funeral hall and hailed a taxi to go home. Just as the taxi was gliding towards the road, Lijuan saw a familiar and tall figure standing beside the empty funeral hall in her rearview mirror. She wanted to stop the car to see him, but she didn't, because she didn't know what to say to him.

Lin Jie had... For some reason, during the ground dive, the plane didn't take off and crashed directly into the ground. This was the second time Lijuan had applied for a death benefit, including Zhou Hang's. The military court and relevant technical units questioned Lijuan's claim, but the military couldn't find the cause and still ruled it a death in the line of duty, and still paid Lijuan the death benefit.

Lijuan continued to live peacefully in the village, but there were no longer any photos or belongings of Zhou Hang or Lin Jie in her home. Zhou Hang was Lijuan's most cherished memory, and she didn't want anyone to touch it. So, Lijuan chose to keep all items related to Zhou Hang intact in two large boxes.

As for Lin Jie, Lijuan didn't care about him at all; she chose to discard all the worthless items he had left behind.

Despite this, Lijuan showed no lack of respect or care for Lin Jie's parents. Following the example of Zhou Hang's parents, Lijuan divided the compensation money into three parts: two for Lin Jie's parents, one for herself, and the rest for herself. She kept the money she had saved for Lin Jie over the past two years, as it was one of the three conditions Lin Jie had agreed to before their marriage.

Lijuan didn't stay in the village for long. She used the two portions of the compensation money and her savings to buy an apartment on the 8th floor, about 130 square meters, not far from the school. On the day Lijuan moved out of the village, as she left the village gate, she heard,

"The Black Widow has moved away, we're safe."

The voice was soft, but Lijuan heard it clearly. She turned around, wanting to say something, but she held back. She wanted to escape this environment; let them say what they wanted!

Living alone is easy but also lonely. Lijuan tried to keep busy as before, but while the days were manageable, the nights were difficult. Even helping other teachers with their homework was limited, as they couldn't always rely on her.

The nights were particularly tough when Lijuan had free time. In their less than two years of marriage, Lin Jie had thoroughly exploited Lijuan's body, increasing her desire for intimacy.

Now that Lin Jie was gone, Lijuan's loneliness was inescapable. In this conservative and feudal society, Lijuan dared not and did not want to go out and flirt. She often had to rely on herself to endure the long nights in endless torment.

The problem was, if she had to satisfy her desires, she needed someone to fantasize about!

Lijuan went through all the objects of her sexual fantasies, but every time it came to the crucial moment, that impotent man would inexplicably replace her original fantasy. Each time, Lijuan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

Lijuan never knew that Yang Weiguo had left such an indelible impression on her. She always thought she should have forgotten Yang Weiguo long ago, but she just couldn't forget him.

As the saying goes, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast." Perhaps it was the phrase "Black Widow" that she was called when she moved out of the pilots' village that was overheard by some schoolchildren. Gradually, the students who were once close to her began to distance themselves. She would often unintentionally hear these children calling her "Black Widow" behind her back. Lijuan couldn't argue with the children about these things; she genuinely loved them. But the innocent children couldn't understand the torment Lijuan was going through.

Fortunately, at the school... Her colleagues sympathized with her and didn't ostracize her. Instead, they often stopped the naughty children from playing pranks.

As a result, Lijuan didn't give up her courage to live independently. Although desire was tormenting, it was ultimately a private matter behind closed doors. Lijuan lived a seemingly glamorous life alone

at school. When Lin Jie was still alive, the male teachers who had seduced Lijuan only dared to occasionally make verbal advances, not necessarily to actually do anything. However, after Lijuan's second pilot husband died in the line of duty and moved away from the military dependents' area, these teachers began to pursue Lijuan intensely without restraint. It was more of a pursuit than a genuine desire to spend the rest of their lives with her

. But Lijuan, a former pilot's wife, had no interest in these mediocre male colleagues. Although she was also a teacher, there was always an insurmountable barrier in Lijuan's heart.

Furthermore, Lijuan always vaguely saw Lin Jie's shadow in these male colleagues, and she didn't want to be used as a tool for showing off again

. To be fair, it wasn't that Lijuan truly disliked them all; at least one colleague was pleasing to her eye. That teacher's surname was Wang, his given name was Wang Xiang, and those who knew him better called him Old Wang. He taught physical education at the school, had dark skin, and was quite tall and robust, but he was also meticulous and didn't talk much. However, for some reason, he was nearly 50 and still unmarried. Normally, Lijuan didn't have many opportunities to interact with Old Wang, but in the past, Lijuan was playful and cheerful, and often accompanied him to physical education classes when she didn't have other classes. The children ran and jumped around together, and even so, they became somewhat acquainted with Old Wang, exchanging a few words

. What Old Wang was thinking... others might not know, but he knew very well what he was thinking. When he was young, he had opportunities to marry, but he always found fault with this woman's unfashionable appearance and that woman's lack of beauty. When he finally wanted to settle, the women would complain about his age and his lack of money. So, he dragged on, one after another, until he grew older, knowing there was little hope left, and he gave up on the idea.

When Lijuan first came to the school, Old Wang had also fantasized about her, but that was just a fantasy. In the real world, Lijuan was a pilot's wife—what a noble status that was! Besides, how could a young girl like her possibly be interested in an old man who was almost old enough to be her father?

After realizing this, Old Wang truly treated Lijuan as his own daughter, caring for her silently from afar. He didn't say it aloud, but over the years, seeing Lijuan widowed, remarry, and then widow again, he felt genuinely sorry for her. Seeing a young woman in the prime of her life become so worn out in just a few years, Old Wang secretly calculated that Lijuan was probably not even thirty yet!

Old Wang thought he had kept his feelings to himself and had never told anyone, but little did he know that there were observant bystanders who saw everything clearly.

One day, Principal Hu of the school summoned Old Wang to his office for a private talk. The elderly woman who spoke with him was Mr. Wu, a retired pilot who had served as the base commander for Zhou Hang and Lin Jie a few years ago, and had officially retired while in command. Therefore, she was quite concerned about Lijuan.

"Old Wang! You're not even 50 yet, are you?" Principal Hu asked slowly.

"I'll be 50 next year," Old Wang said with a sigh.

"Aren't you going to plan for your marriage?"

"I would like to! But someone has to be willing!" Old Wang said helplessly.

"Oh, I have someone in mind, I don't know if you've thought about it?"

"Principal...sigh! I know most of the people you know, I'm afraid the principal is trying to win my heart again?"

"Go away...who has time to mess with you? Just tell me if you still want to get married!" Principal Hu said with a slightly angry laugh.

"Yes...of course I do...but...I don't know which family's daughter it is...I..." Principal Hu interrupted Old Wang before he could finish,

"You still want a girl?! Are you good enough for her?"

"I know...that's not what I meant...I meant..." Old Wang stammered,

"Sigh...to say that a girl isn't suited to be with someone like you is a disservice to her."

"Then Principal, just tell me straight! Who is it? Do I know her?" Old Wang asked impatiently.

"Zhang Lijuan," Principal Hu said, no longer teasing Old Wang

. "Principal, if you have nothing else, I'll be going out." Old Wang was genuinely getting angry.

"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you? We were talking perfectly fine." Principal Hu was bewildered, not knowing why Old Wang had suddenly become so angry.

"You said you weren't teasing me, but she's a beautiful, delicate woman. A whole bunch of guys in the school want to date her, how could I possibly be one of them? Tell me, aren't you just teasing me?" Old Wang stood up, preparing to leave the principal's office.

"So you're saying you don't want to? Fine… never mind." Principal Hu opened the official documents on his desk, pretending to read them.

"I didn't say I didn't want to!" Old Wang turned around and said.

"Then you do want to?" Principal Hu looked up and asked.

"Even if I want to, she has to agree!"

"So you're just afraid of losing face, aren't you?"

"Sigh! No! But if I tell her and she doesn't agree, it'll be awkward when we meet again!"

"Oh, so you're still afraid of losing face? You're afraid of losing face, but I'm not afraid of losing face by telling people, even though I'm old and shameless?"

"Besides, if it doesn't work out, it's fine; if you don't say anything, it's not there at all. Have you considered what if it does work out?"

"I..." Old Wang hadn't dared to think about it for a long time, but Principal Hu's words rekindled his interest.

"Think it through. If you don't want it, just pretend I didn't say anything. If you do, I'll get it done for you."

"Yes," Old Wang blurted out without thinking.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Hmm," Old Wang nodded.

"Okay, then you can go out now! Wait for my message." Principal Hu didn't keep Old Wang for a chat. She felt that talking to this blockhead for even a little longer might drive her crazy, but then she thought that was also part of Old Wang's charm.

"

Lijuan

! Think it over. I believe you understand Old Wang." Principal Hu said slowly.

"I know you're a good girl. No one can be sure what will happen after this. If anyone has to blame, it's only because Zhou Hang and Lin Jie didn't have the good fortune." Principal Hu said with a sigh.

“Flying! That’s just risking your life to pull yourself into a metal coffin. My old man has retired now, but you have no idea how worried I was about him!”

“Since things have come to this, and I don’t think you’re a naive girl, life still goes on. Old Wang is getting old, but what’s left of youthful passion in the end? In old age, all you want is a close companion to talk to, even if it’s just worrying about him, it’s better than being alone!”

Lijuan thought, and she was right! The younger ones were all younger than her, and those around her age already had families. Although Old Wang was a bit older, she and Old Wang always got along well, and she admired his composure. As for sex? Apart from Zhou Hang, Lin Jie hadn’t satisfied her much. Every time, she had to force herself on him until he couldn’t breathe. So what difference did it make who she was with? Lijuan asked herself.

"Hey! I'll take your silence as a yes!" Principal Hu knew Lijuan's mind was starting to wander.

"Wait... Principal, have you spoken to Old Wang yet?" Lijuan asked worriedly.

"Hehe... You two are really something! He was even worried you wouldn't agree! I asked him before you, and he was so eager and worried you wouldn't agree, hehe... You didn't see it, hehehe..." Principal Hu laughed happily.

The wedding was simple. Although there were quite a few people at the banquet, it was much quieter than the previous two weddings. After all, the people in the army were enthusiastic and outgoing, and when they got into fun, they could make even those who didn't want to participate join in the fun.

Lijuan had hoped to contact Yang Weiguo, but the message she received was that he had already retired from the army. Thinking of this, tears welled up in Lijuan's eyes. She thought that it would be better to live with Yang Weiguo than with an elderly man like Lao Wang. However, she couldn't bring herself to contact him. Since Lijuan and Lin Jie's wedding, Yang Weiguo had stopped contacting her and even avoided her.

Perhaps she had hurt him too deeply, and Lijuan felt a pang of guilt.

Calming herself, Lijuan raised her head, preparing to toast the guests with Lao Wang. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past the hall entrance. Lijuan thought she was seeing things and suppressed the urge to go out and investigate. She followed Lao Wang, toasting the guests at each table.

Lijuan's heart couldn't calm down. She really hoped Yang Weiguo would rush in and tell her he was taking her away. Lijuan thought that if that were the case, she might really run away with Yang Weiguo without a second thought. But this was real life, not a fairy tale of a prince and princess, and she was no longer a pure and beautiful princess.

Sitting by the dressing table, looking at Old Wang lying unconscious on the bed, Lijuan thought, "This is probably how my life will be! Maybe this is the best ending for me. Although I'm unwilling, what can I do?"

Suddenly remembering something, Lijuan quietly rummaged through the things she had brought back from the hall. Squatting beside a pile of miscellaneous items, she pulled out a thick gift book from the bottom. This was a book used to record who gave what gift to the wedding guests. It didn't have any special meaning, but she kept it so that it could be used as a reference for how to reciprocate when the other party had a wedding in the future.

Lijuan flipped through the pages one by one, searching line by line. Suddenly, three bold characters were imprinted in Lijuan's eyes:

10,000 yuan, Yang Weiguo.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like a burst dam. "Yang Weiguo, how could you be so cowardly? You don't even have the courage to see me?" Lijuan collapsed to the ground, wailing silently, her fingers constantly tracing those three words, the bitterness in her heart impossible to express.

A rough hand gently wiped away Lijuan's tears with a towel. Lijuan hurriedly looked up and saw Old Wang's pitying expression. She was at a loss, embarrassed and unsure what to do.

"Lijuan! It's okay, just let it all out. It's not good to keep things bottled up."

Seeing Old Wang's sincerity, Lijuan, though tears still streaming down her face, struggled to her feet.

"I'm sorry, I just tripped and fell. It really hurt. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, I'm just sleepy after drinking a little. I'll be fine after a nap."

"I'll wring out a damp towel for you to wipe your face."

"No need, this towel is wet enough," Old Wang said, waving the towel he had just used to wipe Lijuan's tears and pretending to wipe his face.

Lijuan burst into laughter at Old Wang's antics, and without realizing it, she glanced at him sideways, scolding him,

"You old rascal."

Old Wang stared at Lijuan, who he had never seen so alluring before, and was momentarily captivated.

"What's wrong?" Lijuan asked curiously.

"Oh...nothing...nothing, I'm going to take a shower," Old Wang replied blankly.

"Okay, I'll remove my makeup first!" Lijuan said, sitting back down at her dressing table and starting to remove her makeup with concentration.

Old Wang had been single for many years and always drank alone, taking care of himself when drunk. He had only felt thirsty and reached for a glass of water, not realizing it was his wedding night. When he woke up, he saw Lijuan sitting by a pile of junk, silently wailing.

Old Wang, still quite drunk after his shower, lay in bed, his mind wandering. He drowsily watched Lijuan emerge from the bathroom. Lijuan was wearing a short nightgown, and in the light, it was clear she was only wearing underwear underneath. Her bare arms, the thin straps of her bra, and her full, firm breasts stretched draped exaggeratedly over the fabric, the nipples swaying faintly against the fabric. Old Wang stared, speechless.

Lijuan hadn't expected the nightgown Lin Jie had bought for her to elicit such a reaction from Old Wang. Initially annoyed by his gaze, she quickly realized she was now his wife, and his behavior wasn't surprising. Resigned, she got into bed and lay down beside him.

"Lijuan...I...I can..."

Lijuan's heart fluttered. Could it be that Old Wang could still...?

"Old Wang, I'm your wife now. There's nothing to hide between husband and wife."

Old Wang was overjoyed. One hand trembled as he reached out to Lijuan. Seeing Old Wang like this, Lijuan smiled gently and took his hand to her full breasts.

Old Wang wasn't stupid. Encouraged like this, how could he not go straight for it? He immediately flipped open Lijuan's short nightgown and buried his head in Lijuan's breasts, touching and sucking on her nipples. Originally, Lijuan thought that being a sexless couple would be nice, having someone to chat with would be good. She never thought that Old Wang was still capable and had such needs. Lijuan's nipples were cold and she let Old Wang suck on them. She was so comfortable that she moaned involuntarily.

Although Old Wang had never been married, he was still a man, and he had frequented brothels when he needed it. He wasn't an ignorant fool; upon hearing Lijuan's moans, he triumphantly used every trick in the book he knew. He comfortably freed Lijuan's hand to find his penis, while her other hand pressed down on his head against her chest.

Old Wang moved upwards, kissing Lijuan's ear while allowing her to grasp his penis. Lijuan, touching Old Wang's penis, felt it was much thicker and longer than Zhou Hang's and Lin Jie's, and her lust intensified.

Helping Lijuan remove her panties and short nightgown, Old Wang quickly stripped off his own clothes and thrust into Lijuan's wet vulva. This thrust brought Lijuan immense pleasure; her long-parched body and mind were instantly relieved, and Old Wang trembled with desire.

As soon as Old Wang entered Lijuan's body, he realized that her vagina was a treasure. The layers of flesh tightly encircled his penis, providing unparalleled pleasure. Coupled with Lijuan's trembling body as he thrust in and out, he felt a surge of desire to compete with the young man.

Old Wang, a physical education teacher, exercised regularly and was physically stronger than most young men. This rapid onslaught brought Lijuan, who had been deprived of sex for a long time, to moan softly, her body trembling as she gripped the sheets and rubbed her legs back and forth on the bed.

Seeing Lijuan like this, Old Wang felt a surge of satisfaction. He thrust harder and harder, his mind filled with Lijuan's wanton image. The effects of the alcohol, which he had suppressed after a shower, slowly resurfaced. As his pleasure intensified, his consciousness gradually blurred. Finally, with a shudder, Old Wang collapsed onto Lijuan's body, motionless.

Lijuan felt she had never experienced such pleasure before. As Old Wang trembled and lay on top of her, she surrendered herself to him, feeling the waves of pleasure he poured into her. Lijuan also released her own fluids in waves.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Lijuan realized Old Wang was still lying stiffly on top of her.

"Old Wang... Old Wang... Get up," Lijuan said coquettishly, trying to get him to get up.

Principal Hu no longer treated Lijuan with the kindness he once had. After Old Wang's funeral, Lijuan resigned from her teaching position at the school. Principal Hu seemed eager for Lijuan to leave; the school had already notified her that afternoon that she could leave without even needing to complete any formalities.

The hospital said Old Wang had suffered a ruptured blood vessel in his brain due to alcohol-induced shock. He could have been saved, but unfortunately, due to massive brain hemorrhage and the late arrival at the hospital, Lijuan was met with nothing but contemptuous stares when she left the hospital.

While sorting through Lao Wang's belongings, Lijuan discovered that he was actually quite wealthy, with a considerable amount of cash in his bank accounts. Lijuan was Lao Wang's only family member, his wife of less than a day, so there was no need to worry about the aftermath.

Lijuan truly cried at Lao Wang's funeral, genuinely heartbroken for him. He was a gentle and kind man, and although they hadn't truly lived together, Lijuan knew it all too well.

On the other hand, she felt the despair of knowing that everyone considered her guilty. Lijuan knew that in everyone's eyes, she was a master at murdering her husband and seizing his inheritance.

Lijuan transferred all of Lao Wang's real estate to her own name, sold all her movable property at extremely low prices, rented out her house through a real estate agency, and moved back to her parents' old home. Her parents had passed away the year after Lijuan married Zhou Hang, so she once again lived a secluded life alone. Yang Weiguo, one

of the three siblings

, would never forget the scene of Lijuan's disheveled clothes. He hated himself for being so cowardly back then. Even being charged with disobeying orders under military law would have been better than handing Lijuan over to that bastard.

He knew Lijuan liked him, but he didn't dare pursue her because he felt like a monster.

Besides, what was he? Lijuan was the widow of his best friend. How could a college graduate like her be interested in a sergeant with only a high school diploma like him? Not to mention what others thought of Lijuan, Yang Weiguo couldn't even convince himself.

For this reason, and partly because he felt it was necessary, Yang Weiguo used his spare time to study on his own. Fortunately, Yang Weiguo's academic foundation wasn't bad, allowing him to get into CK University near the base to study architecture, albeit at the bottom of the list. That year, his older brother Zhou's plane crashed.

Yang Weiguo didn't let Lijuan know about this. He was afraid she would think he was showing off, and he was also afraid he wouldn't be able to finish his studies.

At Lijuan's remarriage banquet, Yang Weiguo almost couldn't hold back his tears, but he couldn't help wanting to look at Lijuan more closely. Seeing Lijuan's indifferent eyes, he wondered if he really shouldn't have been in the cornfield. But why did he feel like he saw Lijuan crying when he turned around? This puzzled him greatly.

He didn't care. The military duties during the day and the schoolwork at night had already overwhelmed Yang Weiguo, but he just couldn't help it. Whenever he had the chance, he would secretly hide to watch Lijuan, even if it was just for a glance.

Before being discharged from the army, Yang Weiguo had been working part-time at his teacher's architectural firm, designing houses. Unexpectedly, after several designs, his house designs became very popular. His teacher, in an exceptional case, promoted Yang Weiguo to chief designer, something unprecedented for someone who was just working part-time.

Yang Weiguo excitedly wanted to tell Lijuan and let her share his joy, but each time he got halfway there, his own thoughts stopped him.

After being discharged from the army, Yang Weiguo's teacher kept urging him to stay and help out, and he agreed. Then, an old colleague from the army contacted him, telling him that Lijuan was getting married again.

The night of Lijuan's wedding was also the night Yang Weiguo left that captivating city. He stood at the entrance of the hall, watching Lijuan and her groom from afar. He couldn't see Lijuan's face clearly, just staring intently until the emcee called out, "The bride and groom toast!" Only then did he reluctantly turn away. That night, back in his home in another city, Yang Weiguo sat in his room, tears streaming down his face, until dawn.

Four years had passed. Yang Weiguo stared at the photo of himself, Zhou Hang, and Lijuan on his large desk.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I couldn't take care of sister-in-law wholeheartedly, so later, sister-in-law..." Yang Weiguo stared blankly, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He then worried about how Lijuan had been these past few years.

It was as if she had vanished. No matter how much Yang Weiguo inquired, he couldn't find Lijuan. The house near the school had even been sold.

Yang Weiguo thought back to himself. Since returning home, with the help of his younger siblings Wei Yun and Wei Ting, he had started this development and construction company. He hadn't expected Wei Yun, who majored in accounting in college, and Wei Ting, who majored in international trade, to be so capable. At such a young age, one focused on internal affairs and the other on external affairs, they had successfully transformed their independently run small architectural firm into a large construction and development company.

"It's probably because the economy has been good these past few years that I and my two siblings seized the opportunity! The market can't be prosperous forever; it's time to be conservative in our operations," Yang Weiguo thought, his gaze returning to the beautiful woman in the photograph.

"General Manager, did you want to see me?"

A tall, stunningly beautiful young woman stood at the door. Yang Weiguo looked at her and said,

"Wei Ting, please sit down. I have something to discuss with you both when Wei Yun arrives."

"Brother, are you thinking about Sister Lijuan again?"

"Brother... you wanted to see me?"

A tall, handsome man, much thinner than Yang Weiguo, walked into Yang Weiguo's office and sat down next to Yang Weiting.

"Have you noticed the recent economic indicators?" Yang Weiguo walked over and sat down opposite the two of them.

“Listen up, all the indicators suggest we can intensify our next market moves to expand the company’s profit margin,” Wei Ting said confidently.

“Yeah, I think so too, brother. Are you thinking of expanding investment?” Wei Yun asked cautiously.

“On the contrary, I want to recoup our current investment as soon as possible, so Wei Ting, your marketing efforts need to be big,” he paused, then continued,

“but all projects that the company hasn’t actually invested in yet need to be re-evaluated. I don’t want to invest heavily unless absolutely necessary.”

“But the economic indicators are incredibly good right now. If we don’t invest, we’ll suffer huge losses, and our competitors could easily surpass us,” Wei Yun emphasized, with Wei Ting nodding in agreement.

“How long has it been since you two had dinner with Mom?” Yang Weiguo asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

“Uh! It seems like…” The two opened their mouths, unable to speak.

"Money can never be earned forever. There's no such thing as a perpetual boom in the market. It's hard to say when a recession might suddenly appear after several years of prosperity. Even if there's no recession, it won't matter if we earn a little less and let others earn more ." Yang Weiguo said calmly,

"Consider this: if we maintain our current investment level, what will happen to our company if the market turns against us?" "Oh..." Yang Weiyun, who studied finance, knew that the company was currently playing a standard financial leverage game. "That should still be the best outcome!" Yang Weiguo emphasized. "Hmm," Yang Weiyun confirmed, shivering slightly. "Also, have you observed the market in mainland China?" "I don't understand it. Isn't that illegal?" the two replied. "Hmm, we'll study it first. It will become legal sooner or later. We can also sneak away if necessary." Yang Weiguo smiled easily at his two younger siblings, gesturing with his eyebrows and clicking his tongue. "Brother, are you really not going to consider my classmate?" Wei Ting asked Yang Weiguo casually. "No," Yang Weiguo said dejectedly. "Oh! Where did Sister Lijuan go?!" Wei Yun and Wei Ting both knew Lijuan. They remembered her from when Yang Weiguo was on leave from the army, bringing Zhou Hang (then a probationary officer) and his girlfriend Lijuan home. Since Lijuan's parents lived not far from the Yang family, and Wei Yun and Wei Ting treated her like an older sister, they naturally became close. Yang Weiguo's mother, upon seeing Lijuan, adored her, and even after Zhou Hang and Lijuan got married, she insisted that Lijuan be her daughter. "Wei Ting, take better care of your family. Don't spend all your time at the company. Li Wen is a good husband; don't let him run away," Yang Weiguo muttered to his sister as he packed his briefcase to leave work. " Wei Yun, you too. Come home for dinner on Sundays," Yang Weiguo added as he walked out of the office. The two siblings stared at each other, tongues lolling out. To them, Yang Weiguo was the eldest brother, but more often he was like a stern father. "Sigh! How many times have I told you? You're a grown man, stop sticking your tongue out like that!" Yang Weiguo suddenly poked his head out of the office door and said with a smile. The three of them couldn't help but laugh. Black Widow (The End) Reunion Lijuan felt as if fate wasn't satisfied with just torturing her. She had only settled in her parents' old home for a short time when she received a government document announcing the demolition and reconstruction of public housing. Lijuan had no choice but to reorganize her usable possessions and buy a detached bungalow with a yard in the suburbs. She bought a larger house because cleaning it would help her pass the time. Fortunately, Old Wang's inheritance included two houses, and she lived comfortably on the rent. In her spare time, she would use the small yard outside...

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