[Wife's Poison] Chapter 4 - The Groans of the Wooden Bed

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IV. The Groaning of the Wooden Bed
Time is like a snail in the corner, always there at dawn, always there under the starry sky. But time

always passes, and I've endured two years here. These two years have been filled with longing.
I miss my elders at home, and I yearn for my beloved wife. Mengchan came to see me again during her second summer vacation.

It was then that "life" ended; we hadn't used protection in time, and she became pregnant—a daughter.
She only discovered she was pregnant after returning to China. Despite pressure from her parents, she insisted on taking a break from school to give birth. During this time,

we corresponded, and I constantly professed my love and promised to love and cherish her for life. When the child was born, I

, as her father, wasn't by her side, and I felt incredibly guilty. I swore that I would love her forever.
I had made the same vow to Su Xunmei, but neither of us kept it. But Mengchan is different;

we have a child together. I've been hurt by love before, and I'm somewhat cowardly when it comes to love, so sometimes I wonder

if Mengchan will end up like Su Xunmei. I told myself, why think about things that haven't happened? Even if Mengchan

did the same, I must forgive her. After all, we are a real couple, a couple who created a new life together.

If she cheated on me too, it means I wasn't good enough, that I didn't love her enough.
I shook my head, dismissing these absurd thoughts.
Mengchan wrote to ask me what to name our daughter, and I named her Ye Zhenzhen. "The peach tree is young and tender, its leaves are lush and green."

Su Xunmei's name was taken from the Book of Songs, and I subconsciously named my daughter after it, to commemorate this

lost love.
Sitting in economy class, the comfortable leather seat felt wonderful, like my wife's delicate body. I

caressed it lovingly, oblivious to the strange looks from the beautiful flight attendant.
I still remember the first time I touched her body; Mengchan blushed all over, her sensitive skin

breaking out in goosebumps as if chilled. That night was her first time, that night laid the foundation for our love, that night brought a new

life.
"Mengchan, your skin feels so good! As smooth as milk." Mengchan lay on my bed as I

massaged her, and as I massaged, I couldn't help but stroke her.
"When I'm at home, I often bathe with milk, hehe!" Mengchan said a little shyly.
"No wonder it's so smooth, so tender, even more comfortable than kneading dough." My hands kneaded and massaged down her

neck and back, making Mengchan moan softly.
Her upper body was already stripped down to a tube top, but her lower body was completely unharmed. I placed a pillow under her

abdomen and gently pushed her back towards her buttocks.

I learned this trick when Zheng Xianyu took me to a sauna; it's very relaxing.
Her little buttocks pressed against the pillow, making her already full buttocks appear even more voluptuous. I couldn't suppress my wicked

desire and gently slapped her buttocks.
"Ah..." As expected, Mengchan cried out in surprise.
"Daren-ge! You're always being naughty." Mengchan said shyly.
"Your butt's all sticky, I couldn't resist slapping it, haha!" I

slapped it the soft slapping sounds in the room actually aroused my desire.
Mengchan buried her face in the sheets; she was always very compliant, but this time she didn't object, and

even let out a moan at the end.
I turned her body back; her face was flushed, like the afterglow of an orgasm. I could vaguely see

a small wet patch on her lower body; her pants were the thin kind, white and slightly transparent,

the fabric clinging tightly to her vulva under the seeping fluid, revealing her beautiful genitals. My lower body instantly hardened,

and my heart pounded in my chest.
My hands trembled as I cupped her face and kissed her lips. This wasn't our first kiss; Mengchan had

slowly learned this French kiss.
I moved our noses apart and gently kissed her lips, very softly, very slowly. I parted our lips slightly, then

touched them again, gently blowing my breath into her mouth. Next, I lightly bit her soft lower lip,

then took it entirely into my mouth, sucking and nibbling. Romantic kissing has always been Mengchan's favorite. She

told me she finally experienced the kind of romantic kisses seen in movies.
Mengchan eagerly offered her tongue, and I sucked it in with all my might,

as if trying to pull it out, my saliva flowing down her slippery tongue and being drawn into my mouth. Mengchan gently resisted,

perhaps hurting her. But afterwards, she told me she loved it; although it hurt, the tingling sensation was also very comfortable.
Our two "little snakes" intertwined in our mouths, tenderly entwined, conveying our love with our tongues and

nourishing our affection with our saliva.
Everything was so natural; we didn't even use a condom. I ejaculated three times inside her,

releasing all the pent-up desire I had accumulated over time.
As specks of red petals dotted the pristine white sheets, tears of happiness streamed down my face. The girl beneath me was pure

; she had given me her virginity. In truth, the moment her blood fell, I made a silent vow to never betray her.
I cut off that spot, carefully hiding it away. It was a testament to our love, a

proof of her trust in me.
"Sir, would you like a drink?" The flight attendant's soft voice snapped me out of my reverie. My hand

was still stroking the leather seat beneath me. Although the flight attendant spoke gently, her eyes held a strange glint. Perhaps she was wondering

if I, her customer, had never flown before, or if I was some kind of pervert—who touches a seat so gently?
"Thank you!" I accepted the water she offered.
Last year, Zheng Xianyu and his girlfriend, Li Suyin, returned to China together. Li Suyin had completed her studies last year, while Zheng Xianyu

had actually earned his doctorate a year earlier; he was simply staying by Li Suyin's side. Zheng Xianyu seemed

a bit of a womanizer, but he truly loved his girlfriend. I wonder how those two are doing after returning home.
The plane landed, but my heart was still adrift. I felt a mix of trepidation and excitement about returning home. I wondered how my parents were doing; they only

knew I would be back soon. In the past two years, we'd only exchanged a few letters to keep in touch.

International , so I didn't use a cell phone; I relied on letters.
When I stepped onto my homeland, I felt a sense of homecoming. I retrieved my checked luggage

using the baggage tag and walked out of the terminal.
A fragrant breeze wafted from behind, and I was embraced from behind by a pair of jade-like arms. "Brother Daren, I missed you so much!"

Hearing Mengchan's sobs, I released my luggage, pulled her hands away, and hugged her delicate body back, burying my head in her

fragrant shoulder, closing my eyes, and deeply inhaling the long-unseen scent of her hair.
"Little girl, I missed you too!" I turned my head and gently kissed her hair, my affection unwavering.
When I looked up, I was suddenly stunned. Not far from us, a pretty girl stood,

her hands clasped together in front of her. I felt as if my wife was standing there, but the person in my arms was clearly Mengchan

!
The moment I looked up, I clearly saw the girl's face light up with surprise, then fear, and finally, deathly stillness. Tears

seemed to well up in her eyes, but ultimately did not fall.
I gently pushed my wife away from my arms, pointed at the girl, and softly asked, "Are you twins? How

come I've never heard you mention it before?" Mengchan had never talked about her family. I had asked her before, and she only

said she had a younger sister, never that they were twins.
"Juan'er, come here. This is my husband, Ye Daren!" Mengchan seemed to deliberately avoid my answer, instead

introducing me to her sister.
The girl came over, her expression having returned to normal. She glanced at me shyly, timidly calling me

"Brother Daren," then lowered her head again.
Even her voice was exactly the same. I was stunned for a moment, a strange feeling welling up inside me.
"Brother Daren, this is my sister, Mengjuan. We're twins. Come on, let's go home!" Mengchan handed a small

suitcase to her sister, and then we carried the box of books together.
The Lexus was black. I could see their unusual family background in it. Although I already knew Mengchan

's family background was good, seeing it with my own eyes still slightly shocked me. At this time, people with cars were still

a minority.
I wasn't envious, because I came back with a Master's degree in Architecture from a certain college.

Those didn't return to China are just "sea turtles" (a derogatory term for overseas returnees).
Mengjuan drove, and Mengchan and I sat in the back. Mengchan held my hand, resting her head happily in my

lap , telling me how adorable our precious daughter was.
With her sister there, I couldn't be too affectionate with her, only holding her hand tightly to express my

love.
I had a feeling that they were one, both my wives, only the one in the driver's seat

was my wife's alter ego. This strange feeling lessened my curiosity about my daughter whom I had never seen.
The car drove into a park-like residential area and stopped in front of a villa. The villa had three floors, with a steep,

triangular roof made of old-fashioned tiles, and several Western-style windows opening through the tiles.

On the second-floor balcony railing were several stone flowerpots planted with unknown flowers. Roman columns on the ground floor railing

were arranged in an orderly fashion on the front and left, forming a long corridor, giving a solemn and dignified feeling. The walls were

made of traditional red bricks, with stones connecting the sections; I remember many houses in Shanghai were like this.
"Brother Daren, we're home." Mengchan left my embrace, opened the car door, and helped me unload my luggage.
Knocking on the door, a middle-aged man appeared before me, handsome and distinguished. He looked at me with

a scrutinizing gaze, but quickly smiled.
"Uncle, hello!" I greeted him politely. I hadn't expected my future father-in-law to be so

handsome ; no wonder his daughter was so beautiful.
"Dad, this is Daren, Ye Daren! Your future son-in-law!" Mengchan introduced me to her father, but

I noticed that my future father-in-law seemed to only now know my name.
"Oh my, I never thought I'd have such a learned son-in-law! Come in, come in!" Mr. Liu warmly

took the luggage from my hands, seemingly very pleased with me.
As soon as I entered, I smelled the aroma of food. The dining table in the living room was laden with various dishes; the hosts were going to give

their future son-in-law a grand welcome.
After changing into slippers in the entryway, Mengchan clung to my arm, seemingly unwilling to be separated from me for even a moment. This girl,

even back at home, is so clingy. I affectionately patted her head, gently pulling my hand away, indicating that

we shouldn't , considering the elders' feelings.
Just then, a beautiful woman came out of the kitchen with a plate of soup, urging me to sit down and eat. The woman

wore a plain-colored loungewear dress, the fabric swaying slightly, the hem moving gracefully, exuding an air of detached elegance.
Her features were exquisite, her figure full-figured, her skin like jade. The collarless dress revealed her snow-white neck

. A center parting followed the curve of her head, parting her hair, which was jet black and sleek

. The two halves, almost completely covering the tips of her ears, were coiled at the back into a large bun.

Her hair rippled like waves, hitting her forehead, with a few strands falling across her forehead like

willow branches .
I was momentarily stunned by her beauty, but quickly regained my composure and greeted her, "Hello, Auntie!" "You should call me Mom,

not Auntie! Look at you and A-Chan, how can you still call me Auntie?" The beautiful woman glared at me,

not intentionally, but naturally exuding a seductive charm.
I guarded my composure, avoiding her eyes, afraid of making a fool of myself. "Mom, I want to see Zhenzhen first."
The beautiful woman had Mengchan lead me to the second floor. The stairs spiraled upwards, the wooden handrails antique and elegant. Mengchan took

my hand and we climbed the stairs. Gently pushing open the door, I eagerly went to the crib. The baby was sleeping soundly,

her face mostly resembling Mengchan's, except her nose was more like mine, quite prominent.
I gently held her little hand, feeling the connection of blood, the continuation of life. I looked at Mengchan's face, her

still somewhat childlike face, yet radiating maternal love as she looked at our daughter.
With such a beautiful woman, what more could a husband ask for! A lovely wife and a beloved daughter—what happiness!
During the meal, my future in-laws asked me many questions: Where is my hometown? Are my parents still alive? How many brothers do I have?

Where will I work in the future?
I answered them all.
The food was delicious, and my future in-laws were very kind. I later learned that my future father-in-law's name was Liu Dongxian, and

this beautiful woman's name was Mingyue—Ming, a very uncommon surname. Only then did I understand why their

daughter was named Liu Mengchan and Liu Mengjuan. The first line of Su Shi's "Prelude to Water Melody" is "When will the bright moon appear?" and the last

line is "We share the same moon across a thousand miles." Even the great poet Liu, with his poetic names, chose such elegant names!
Mr. Liu owned a company, mainly a dyeing and weaving factory, and also several clothing stores.

However, their main business was textiles, and the clothing stores weren't doing well. Ms. Liu managed the finances for Mr. Liu, and the couple made the company

increasingly successful.
We discussed when to get married. I suggested waiting another year because I was currently penniless

and owed a lot of money back home. My future father-in-law waved his hand and said the money problem was easy to solve; he would help me. He urged me

to marry Mengchan as soon as possible so she wouldn't remain an unwed mother.
I didn't want to accept such a handout, but considering Mengchan and my daughter, I had no choice but to accept.
I said I needed to go home and discuss it with my parents first, to hear their opinions. Mr. and Mrs. Liu were very supportive and

asked to convey their greetings to my future in-laws.
Driving my Lexus, with Mengchan and my daughter in tow, we sped towards my hometown, H County. On the way,

when I told my wife about my plan to get married next year, she playfully scolded me, "Silly boy, we're family now.

What's mine is yours. You're like half a son to my parents, isn't it right for us to help you? Don't be so chauvinistic,

I just want to live a good life with you!" My wife's face was full of longing and happiness.
My hometown is a remote village in the countryside. The roads had been in disrepair for years, full of potholes, and in some

sections were just dirt roads. After a car passed by, the car body would be covered with a thin layer of yellow dust.
When I got home and saw my parents, they were overjoyed and wept. When they heard that the girl behind me was Mengchan, they both praised me

for being so lucky to have married such a beautiful girl. Mengchan sweetly greeted them, "Dad, Mom, hello!" and then handed

them the gifts.
The house was filled with joy. My parents were overjoyed to see their granddaughter. My mother started cooking to prepare a feast for her

future daughter-in-law, and Mengchan quickly went to help. My mother pretended to be angry and said, "How can I let you help? It's your first time here,

I have to treat you well." Mengchan said, "I'm your daughter-in-law, it's my duty to be filial to you. I'm not

very good at cooking, so I'll just help you out.
" I was very happy to see Mengchan treat my mother this way. I was worried that this daughter raised by a wealthy family wouldn't know how

to be filial , but now I'm much more at ease.
I talked a lot with my father, and we finally decided to hold the wedding at the end of this month. My mother had no objections. But there was one

condition: the wedding had to be held in our hometown. If the wedding was to be held at my parents' home, it would be best to postpone it for a few weeks. Mengchan and I

both agreed. What's the point of raising a son? Of course, it's to bring honor to the family and to support us in our old age! I understand my parents' hearts; I

already feel very guilty towards them. After
the wedding, I will definitely stay temporarily at my in-laws' house, because I will be developing my career there. X City is a relatively developed city,

known as an immigrant city.
My return, especially the arrival of that black car, attracted the attention of the neighbors and villagers. When they saw that I had such a

beautiful girlfriend, everyone was envious, but also a little jealous. Those who had lent us money saw

hope . I quickly promised them that I would pay them back after the wedding.
The houses in my hometown are mostly wooden. My family has two floors; my parents live on the first floor because of their age, and

I live on the second. The second-floor rooms weren't neglected because I was studying abroad; they were still spotless,

which warmed my heart and filled me with happiness.
It wasn't even 10 pm yet, and my parents had already washed up and gone to bed. Elderly people in the countryside go to bed early and get up early. Mengchan and I

went upstairs together. Mengchan held our daughter in her arms; our daughter was sleeping soundly. My wife had already showered at her house that day,

and she smelled wonderfully of milk and shower gel.
I gently placed the baby to one side, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I pressed my forehead against hers, gently

swaying it from side to side, looking at her with the tenderness of someone doting on a child.
"My dear, was childbirth painful? I wasn't by your side, and you suffered so much!" I kissed Mengchan's

lips, my nose lightly touching her delicate, warm nose.
"Husband, I'm so glad you're back. I... I've been thinking about you all the time!" Mengchan

was always . She choked back tears, her eyes instantly reddening like a rabbit's, making her look incredibly endearing.
She cupped my face in her hands, stroking my angular features, her fingers tracing my thick eyebrows, gently caressing

my rock-hard nose, brushing my full lips, and finally gazing deeply into my eyes.
I didn't disappoint her. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I pressed my burning lips against her bright eyelids

. These were eyes filled with deep affection, unfathomable, and I willingly let myself fall into them.
After kissing her eyes, I also moistened her crescent-shaped eyebrows. I extended my tongue, using my saliva to groom her already beautiful brows.

Her features were like a painting; I was merely mimicking her.
Mengchan closed her eyes, enjoying the dance of my tongue on her face. My tongue was like the most skilled

dancer. On her closed eyelids, I kissed with the gentlest touch, as if walking on thin ice. As I passed

her nose, I opened my mouth wide, trying my best to engulf her nose in my mouth, sucking hard to create

a vacuum, forcing her to breathe through her small mouth.
I also did something quite lewd: my tongue slipped into her nostril when Mengchan was completely unprepared.

Although the nostril was small, the action still startled Mengchan, causing her to struggle to pull away.
"Honey, you're so perverted! This nose for snot is so dirty!" Mengchan protested, lightly punching

my chest with both hands, a mix of shyness and embarrassment.
"If you really had snot, I'd eat it too!" I teased her.
"Vulgar, perverted! Does higher education make you a pervert?" Mengchan lightly slapped my face with her delicate hand, or

rather, brushed it.
"Haven't you heard that a pervert isn't scary, but a pervert with culture is?" I deliberately stuck out my tongue and

wiped her pink cheek from bottom to top like a rag, the action resembling eating ice cream in summer—lewd

and wicked!
"I'm not coming anymore! You always embarrass me, you bad husband!" Mengchan blushed, burying her head in my

chest . Seeing her embarrassed and annoyed was one of my favorite things.
I kissed her hair and began to stroke her waist. My hand stealthily slipped under her clothes,

and before she could react, I grabbed her breasts—a successful "milking dragon claw" strike!
A liquid splashed onto my hand, warm, sticky, and slippery. I suddenly realized—it was my wife

's breast milk!
"Ugh..." Mengchan let out a half-scream, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, the sound abruptly stopping. I guessed

she was afraid the two elderly people downstairs would hear.
"No! Don't be so rough, you naughty husband!" Mengchan blushed shyly, her hair slightly sweaty, the milky scent

seeming even stronger due to her rising body temperature.
"Little girl, can I see your breasts?" I felt her breasts, which were different from before, and

became curious.
Mengchan hadn't let me touch them in a long time, and she became coy. She hesitantly took off her top, but then stopped.
I didn't take off her bra either, because there wasn't time to take it off, so I just pushed it up, and her two full

breasts instantly popped out. The nipples seemed to have grown a little larger, but they were still pink. Milk wet

the white flesh, making the already white breasts gleam with a lustful hue.
I took one breast into my mouth and started sucking, as if I were in my mother's arms when I was a child.
"Baby, be good, Mommy will feed you!" Mengchan stroked my hair and patted my

back like she was coaxing a child, as if I were her son.
I gently bit her nipple, punishing her a little.
"I won't, I won't. But honey, leave some for Zhenzhen, she'll wake up to nurse in the middle of the night!"

Mengchan begged me.
I was really reluctant to part with this delicious milk, but I couldn't very well take it from my daughter.
"Girl, your breasts seem to have gotten a little bigger! Keep trying, your husband likes

big breasts!" I cupped her breasts in my hands; they were heavy, but still not as big as I'd imagined, not as big as Su Xunmei's.
"I don't know why, my sister and I both have breasts that are neither big nor small, we never inherited

anything like my mother's." Mengchan complained a little. Women are very concerned about their breasts, and she clearly sensed my

desire, as if she was disappointed in herself.
"Your breasts aren't small either, I'll massage them for you more often." As I said this, I gently pinched her nipples, but

involuntarily, the image of my future mother-in-law Mingyue's ample breasts flashed through my mind. My heart skipped a beat, and my already erect penis grew even

larger, pressing uncomfortably against my crotch.
"Little girl, shouldn't we consummate our marriage? Hehe!" I slipped my hand inside her pants, probing into

her already overflowing valley.
"Oh..." Mengchan groaned softly, shyly saying, "Mmm." It was almost Chinese New Year,

and although the coldest part of winter, the winter solstice, had passed, the weather was still quite chilly. We both changed into pajamas and covered ourselves with blankets, carefully

avoiding our daughter on the other side.
I unhooked Mengchan's bra, had her put on a cotton nightgown, and pulled her pajama bottoms down to her thighs.

I gently pulled down her cute little panties, took out my long-awaited penis, aimed it at her opening, and inserted it.
Mengchan dared not groan, afraid of waking her sleeping daughter beside her, and also afraid of the sound carrying downstairs. She

covered her mouth, but couldn't suppress the painful yet pleasurable moans, the sounds escaping from her nostrils and between her fingers. At first, they were like

mosquitoes, but later, waves of pleasure washed over her, and she couldn't help but hum softly.
In the final sprint, my vigor caused the battered wooden bed to creak louder

and louder, even louder than Mengchan's moans.
"Husband, um, hmm... oh, husband, be gentle, there's something wrong with this bed!" Mengchan, lost in ecstasy, didn't forget

her surroundings, her words broken and tinged with pleasure.
I couldn't care less, my movements quickening, becoming more forceful, and at the final moment, the creaking of the wooden bed

pierced the quiet night.
The passion subsided, and I removed the condom from my penis and tossed it into the trash. I gently kissed Mengchan's flushed cheeks, caressing her long, slender legs

through her pajama bottoms. The afterglow of her climax hadn't faded, and Mengchan squinted, continuing to savor this

moment of tingling pleasure.
"I'm so embarrassed, your parents must have heard us, how am I supposed to face them now? Thank goodness I wasn't woken up."

Mengchan nuzzled against my chest before looking up at me shyly.
"It's okay, we're both adults now, Mom and Dad will understand, hehe!" I took a tissue, then cleaned her up

first , before wiping away the remaining fluid from my genitals.
Mengchan helped clean the sheets, covered me with the blanket, wrapped her arms around my waist, and we both fell asleep.
I was woken up several times during the night by my daughter's cries; she was either hungry or had diarrhea. Sigh! Being a parent is really not easy!

When she was little, we had to take care of her day and night; as she grew a little older, we had to worry about her studies; and after she grew up,

we still had to worry about her marriage. Mengchan and I had only just taken our first step on the path of raising our child.
Parents' hearts are always full of love and worry. Thinking of the wrinkles on my parents' faces, I secretly resolved to make something of myself and

repay them.
Both sets of parents were handling the wedding preparations. I used my newly bought phone to notify my professors

and , and even called Zheng Xianyu to invite him and his girlfriend to our wedding.
A familiar number flashed through my mind—she… I wondered how she was doing. Had she left her

boss ? Thinking of her, my heart aches.
I decided not to send her the invitation; why stir up more trouble after a broken heart? In the end, I didn't

press the final button. When love is a thing of the past, there's no need to dwell on it. Even if the memories can't be erased, and love and hate

still linger in my heart, if I want tomorrow to continue well, I need no news of her.
Mengchan and I went to try on wedding dresses with great excitement. A woman in a wedding dress is the most beautiful, and Mengchan exemplified this

principle perfectly.
Her hair was pulled back, resembling the hairstyle of an ancient woman, but not entirely; it had a very virtuous feel. The off-shoulder

wedding dress made her exposed skin appear even whiter, with a healthy pink hue.
Her pert breasts were completely covered by the dress, obscuring the cleavage I saw every night. This wedding dress was

a bit conservative, which was a bit of a disappointment. But my beloved wife loved it, so I had no choice but to grant her wish.
She wore silver high heels, the heels a good 10 centimeters high, her beautiful feet hidden beneath her flowing skirt

. A silver crown adorned her head, and a veil cascaded down her back, fluttering gently in the breeze, making her appear

like an empress.
Her waist was slender and graceful, her ears adorned with bright moon earrings. Lace gloves graced her hands, and her lips were like vermilion. Her delicate steps were exquisite,

unparalleled in the world.
"Girl, you're so beautiful!" I exclaimed, gazing at her with blissful happiness.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding a red rose symbolizing love, and we nestled together, allowing

the photographer to capture this blissful moment.
Behind the photographer stood my sister-in-law, Mengjuan, who possessed a face identical to my wife's, yet at this moment seemed rather forlorn.

Mo, her expression a little unnatural, seemed to have never offered any blessings to my husband and me since we first met.
The moment the camera pressed the shutter, I thought I saw a flash of hatred in her eyes,

a chilling sight. But it vanished in an instant. Had I imagined it? I
must have imagined it. The next second, I saw her smile sweetly at me, like a wife's smile, sunny and warm,

but with an added touch of shyness. She must have been jealous seeing how happy we were, haha, even her sister is

jealous , this child. I felt relieved.
"Brother Daren, let's go. Sister, can you carry this bag for me?" Mengchan had bought a lot of clothes, and

my hands were already full, while she was carrying the newly bought wedding dress and silver high heels. She let her sister carry the

rest .
"Brother Daren, you looked so handsome!" Mengjuan took the bag of clothes from Mengchan, took a deep breath, as if she needed

immense courage to say those words.
Mengchan suddenly stopped, as if thinking for a moment, then solemnly said to her younger sister, "Mengjuan,

don't call him Daren-ge anymore. He's going to marry me. Call him brother-in-law!" "Girl, what's wrong? Why

are you so serious? It doesn't matter what you call him, Juan'er, you can call him whatever you want!" I glared at Mengchan,

not wanting her to talk to her sister like that, as if she were jealous.
"Brother-in-law," Mengjuan seemed to give in, calling out softly.
Mengchan's face paled, she responded to me, and then walked to the Lexus by herself.
Afterwards, Mengchan explained to me that she usually called me "Daren-ge," and if her sister called her that too, and since she looked

so much like her, she was afraid I would mistake her sister for her.
I laughed out loud, saying she was too concerned, and I didn't care at all. Mengchan was

a little unhappy that I was being so perfunctory, so I quickly coaxed her, saying that from now on, you are you, and she is she, and we definitely won't get them mixed up!
My wedding with Mengchan in our hometown took place as scheduled. Mengchan's whole family came, so we left our daughter

with our neighbor's elderly relative for care. A line of luxurious cars stretched out, the wedding car a powerful Mercedes S600, its elegant

leather seats and wooden trim easing my nervousness.
This time, I made my family proud; a procession of about ten cars formed the wedding convoy, the sound of firecrackers echoing for miles

all the way back to our hometown. The length of the procession and the scale of the event were unprecedented in the village's history.
Actually, I still had a nagging feeling. After all, this was my wife's family bringing honor to our family. If I hadn't married

such a wealthy wife, we wouldn't have this kind of prestige. I don't deny I'm a bit of a chauvinist, but

my wife has already given birth to a daughter, so this marriage was inevitable.
I paid back all the money my parents had borrowed, money I'd even borrowed from my in-laws—sigh, it's a bit upsetting. But

I'll stop thinking about it and just have a happy wedding.
We got our marriage certificate last week; the red booklet has our names engraved on it. I swear I'll never

do again. Because I discovered that the green divorce certificate was also issued here—two offices, separated by a

wall . One was a promise of a long and happy marriage, the other a promise of an amicable separation.
At the wedding in my hometown, Mengchan wore a bright red wedding dress with a red veil over her head. Holding

Mengchan's arm, we passed through a series of festive arches and were led to her parents.
Most of the villagers had never seen Mengchan's face before, but they had heard that Mengchan and Mengjuan were twins,

so many people stared at Mengjuan beside her. Mengjuan was shy, but bravely stood tall, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
After bowing to heaven and earth, serving tea, receiving red envelopes from both sets of parents, and calling out "Dad" and "Mom,"

the wedding was considered complete.
Next came the banquet, and I was almost exhausted from the numerous rituals. But then came

the toasting, thankfully a young man from the village stood beside me, helping me drink and deflecting drinks.
The banquet lasted until one or two in the morning, and most of those still drinking were the village's elderly men. My parents

-in-law and Mengjuan had all gone home first, as the journey was quite long and there weren't many spare rooms.
Friends and relatives dispersed, and my parents and some aunts helped with the leftovers. I

urged them to rest early, then went upstairs to our new room.
My beautiful wife, her head covered by a red veil, sat properly on the wooden bed, her hands folded. On her wrist was

a jade bracelet my mother had given her; it wasn't very valuable, but it was a token of her love. A sliver of her fair forearm was visible,

as white as snow, making the jade bracelet appear even more lustrous and green.
"Lift your veil, let me see your eyebrows, your eyebrows are thin and long, like the crescent

moon on the treetop," I sang this classic song as I lifted her red veil.
A delicate face, fair with a rosy glow, and eyebrows just like the crescent moon on the treetop, as described in the lyrics. This

was my wife, my beloved.
"Ugh, this red veil is so annoying! If Mom hadn't said I couldn't take it off myself, I would have ripped it off already

," Mengchan complained, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You naughty girl!" I flicked her forehead and gave her a loving kiss.
Only then did I notice that her cheongsam had a high slit, and her flesh-colored sheer stockings were faintly visible through

the slit .
"Girl, you must be cold dressed like this!" My hand slid inside her slit,

her delicate thighs encased in high-quality stockings. I gently caressed her inner thighs, the nylon stockings

clinging to her skin, my palm gently feeling the smooth, delicate flesh beneath.
Mengchan quickly grabbed my mischievous hand. "You're asking if I'm cold, you bad boy! You're already like this,

and you're still going to... oh dear, I can't say it, it's embarrassing!" Hehe, she

was going to say that, but I didn't dare say it aloud.
"How does it feel?" I moved her hand away and continued to gently stroke her. I felt very comfortable, but I wondered

how felt.
"It tickles! It feels like a little kitten is gently scratching my heart. Ugh, I feel like I need to pee down there, it's so uncomfortable."

Mengchan whispered shyly in my ear.
I saw that her face was flushed, as if she had drunk some wine, and she looked incredibly cute.
I gently removed her red wedding shoes. Her stockings were soaked with sweat from her feet. The stockings, which were already quite transparent,

now seemed to blend seamlessly with her delicate feet, and I could even see the purplish-blue veins on her feet.
Exquisite and petite, they could be held in one hand. Her small feet were delicate, with beautiful arches, like the graceful curves of a fish.
I couldn't resist tickling the sole of her foot. Her five toes curled up like mimosa flowers at the

slightest touch, resembling five neatly arranged silkworms.
I couldn't resist pressing her little feet, which had been walking all day, against my face and inhaling deeply. The smell was strong! Shoe smell,

sweat smell , the scent of the nylon stockings themselves, and a woman's natural fragrance. At that moment, those little feet seemed to transform into a woman's

genitals, and I was strangely captivated by them.
"Hehehe... Honey, you're such a pervert! I've been wearing socks all day, aren't you afraid of getting them dirty?" Mengchan

blushed at my fondling of her feet.
"Little girl, you try it too!" I kissed her foot, then prepared to tease her a bit. How dare you embarrass your

husband , hehe, let you taste your own flavor. I brought her foot to her lips. Her body was always

flexible, and her foot could easily withstand the pressure at this angle.
"No, I'm not a pervert, and they're definitely dirty now. Besides, these are my feet,

it's so embarrassing for me to kiss them!" Mengchan was reluctant and embarrassed.
But my lust had been ignited, and I wouldn't give up until I got what I wanted.
I looked at her luscious lips, and a plan formed in my mind. Ignoring her for now, I buried my mouth, tongue, and nose in her feet,

her silk-stockinged feet completely soaked with my saliva. I secretly held the saliva mixed with the scent of her feet in my mouth, then gestured for

Mengchan to
open her mouth. Mengchan, unaware of my "scheme," opened her mouth, thinking I was asking for a kiss. A

wicked smile of triumph played on my lips as I forcefully transferred the liquid in my mouth into hers.
Mengchan, oblivious, took a big gulp. "It tastes! It's weird! Uh, you kissed my feet and then

kissed me, you big bad guy!" Mengchan finally understood.
"Hehe, tastes pretty good, right! When I kissed your toes earlier, I kept all the scent in

my mouth , and you tasted it too. Aren't you going to kiss your feet now?" I chuckled wickedly.
Seeing how persistently I was enticing her, Mengchan couldn't bear to refuse. She cupped her own

delicate feet in her hands, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked them.
Ah! So lewd! Mengchan licked them, then gave me a seductive glance, a look that stole my soul

.
I moved closer to her, and we French kissed those beautiful feet together. I sucked on her toes, while she pressed her

tongue against the soles of her feet. Sometimes our lips touched, exchanging saliva.
The fragrance and odor mingled, creating a unique flavor compared to our genitals.
My desire burned fiercely; the thing under my pants was even more eager than I was. In a hurry, I put on a condom, then pulled down

her panties, gathered up the hem of her cheongsam, found the entrance, and thrust in.
Mengchan's crotch was already overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking the stockings at the base of her thighs. Her legs draped around my

waist, swaying with my movements, sometimes drooping limply, which I held in place.
I unbuttoned the fabric buttons of her cheongsam, revealing a pink strapless bra underneath. The bra was very narrow, her breasts

spilling out from both sides; perhaps because it was so tight, her cleavage was even deeper than usual.
I knelt down to kiss her, pressing Mengchan's beautiful legs into an M shape. I deliberately licked her cleavage

lightly with my tongue, not lifting the bra, only licking and kissing the exposed parts.
Mengchan held my head with both hands, pressing it forcefully against her breasts. She moaned repeatedly,

having long forgotten whether the sounds would carry downstairs.
She seemed to cooperate with the wooden bed; with every movement of the bed, she cried out. A movement and a cry, a harmonious interplay.
A volcano, reaching its peak, erupts. A flood, reaching its limit, bursts its valve. In the intertwining of

spirit and flesh , the volcano erupts, the dam releases its floodwaters. Mengchan and I, in perfect sync, reached the pinnacle of pleasure together,

while the poor wooden bed, in its final moments, was on its last legs. Old man, it'll have to be replaced next time.
(To be continued)

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