[The Moon Silently Admires the Weeping Willows] — My Mother Jiang Shuying (Chapter 32)

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Chen Yanting's Lewd and Malicious Intent at the First People's Hospital South Branch Medical Examination Center

At the same moment Lin Ronghao vividly recounted this story to me,
deep within a luxurious hotel in Huajiang City, Chen Yanting, dressed in a black low-cut dress, pushed open the
door crafted from a single piece of century-old rosewood.

The interior space was vast, decorated with extreme luxury. In the center of the room, three white
genuine leather , covered with the softest, snow-white fox fur.

On the main and guest sofas, sat two beautiful, mature
women, each with a voluptuous figure, graceful bearing, and elegant demeanor.

The woman in the main seat was in her thirties, not particularly beautiful, but she had been an award-winning
actress, and her ex-husband was a very outstanding athlete in the country.

"It seems like none of the people I, Niu Su, have ever refused to obey." The woman exhaled a smoke ring and looked at
the actress next to her, who had recently become famous for getting her hair done. She waved affectionately at the actress and said,
"Speaking of your little wolfhound, I'll get you a different one. That dog is really brainless. I heard he was quite tough at
first , but in the end, he knelt in front of your husband, calling him 'brother,' begging your husband to save his face? Sigh,
it's fate that Xu Qiang crippled him; otherwise, who knows, he might have spilled everything he knew one day. The more he knows, the more dangerous it is."

The actress nodded, slightly bowing and shifting her ample buttocks. She had been fucked so badly by Xu Qiang and his men that
her anus had cracked, and the eight stitches she received still hadn't healed.

"Chen Yanting, what's wrong with you? Can't you even handle such a small matter? I refuse to believe that Jiang Shuying
has no weaknesses at all. If it weren't for Councilor Tan introducing you to the association, I would never have let you
step into this house again." Niu Su turned his head with dissatisfaction and scolded Chen Yanting in a low voice.

"Several forces are currently making moves against Jiang Shuying. Shouldn't we sit back and watch the fight unfold?"
Chen Yanting stood respectfully with her hands at her sides and said softly.

"Sit down." Niu Su then beckoned to a young, naked man beside him and leaned back on the
soft sofa.

The man knelt down, placed the woman's plump thighs on his shoulders, and put his head
under . Under the cover of her long skirt, something moved rhythmically between the woman's legs.

"Women are good things, and men are good things too," Niu Su said, tilting her head back and opening her mouth.
A discreetly picked up a pickled plum and placed it in her mouth. She used
her hand, clad in a black lace armband, to lift the man's large penis and said smugly to her companion, "No matter how powerful
a man is , he can't resist the control of this little head. Jiang Shuying is the best tool I've ever seen for controlling this little head.
Even if I can wait, I can't keep trying in vain, can I?" She slightly pursed her lips, and the male servant knelt down,
respectfully tilting his head back and opening his mouth to catch the plum pit she spat out.

"Tao Zhengzhi, that man, has a way with women. If he makes Jiang Shuying fall for him first
, how can she be of any use to me? Besides, he's probably
only " Niu Su's face flushed even more as she spoke of Tao Zhengzhi. She tightened
her legs, pressing down on the head of the young man intently licking her genitals, and seemed
to sway .

"You two, lick Lulu's tender asshole. Xu Qiang, that guy, really has no sense of proportion." Niu Su
pointed to the actress who was occasionally leaning forward and shifting her large buttocks.

Two young, handsome waiters approached the actress. One waiter lifted her plump buttocks,
spun around 180 degrees, and the other turned the large, comfortable sofa around, guiding her to bend over and lie
face down on it. Then, kneeling on either side of her, they gently parted her snow-white, plump buttocks and began
earnestly licking her anus.

"Sister, these little wolves are so well-behaved. You've trained them so well," the actress said, biting her lower lip. Her already
round face was now flushed, and her jade-like arms gripped the sofa back tightly, as if
enduring immense pleasure or pain.

"So, don't go out and have your fun anymore. Even if you do, finish what you've got. If you keep them around, I
'll have to kill them for you," Niu Su said softly, a warning lurking beneath the surface. "I understand, sister," the actress replied

hastily, flashing her signature sweet smile, trying to appease Niu Su's displeasure . 　　"Don't neglect Dr. Chen from the Ultrasound Department of the South Branch of the First People's Hospital." Niu Su, with her small, snow-white hand clad in a black lace armband, took the penis of a small wolfhound and expertly began to stroke it. In less than half a minute, the penis was hard as iron, the purplish-black glans standing erect, and clear fluid was flowing out. Niu Su took the large penis into her mouth for a while, seemingly very satisfied with its taste, before pointing to Chen Yanting sitting opposite her. 　　"Sister Yanting, you should try it too. As long as you obediently serve your sister, I won't treat you unfairly." Niu Su said lazily, half-closing her eyes and wholeheartedly enjoying the pleasure from her lower body. 　　In the woman's hand was a large pigeon egg, with three delicate —Shuya Hui. " 　　... 　　Later, I gradually learned that Dr. Chen was also a member of the Shuya Club. This organization is huge; I heard it's a place where wealthy wives, officials' wives, and actresses seek thrills, and they keep a group of young men in their teens and twenties specifically for these wives' enjoyment." 　　"Furthermore," Lin Ronghao whispered mysteriously in my ear again, "I heard that these mature women not only seek out younger men, but also use this opportunity to get to know high-ranking officials and celebrities, seeking advancement. Some men even send their wives to this club to curry favor with the upper class." 　　"Remember that crazy Tan Jing? Once, I overheard my dad on the phone, half-asleep, and it seemed like Tan Jing was one of the founders of the Shuya Club, and the largest shareholder of the Yunyao Club."

"This is the organization that Shuya controls. My godfather is just a minor shareholder."

I couldn't help but gasp. "This organization is so complicated? Even someone like your godfather
is just a minor shareholder?"

"Hehe, now you know how fun it is, right? I'll take you there next time. Let me tell you, there are many
more fun than just Yunyao Club."

"More than just that?" Lin Ronghao's curiosity was piqued, and my lower body unconsciously began to stir.
If there really was a place like Yunyao Club, filled with beautiful mature women, and they all had high
social status, they might be the high-ranking officials' wives or aloof mature actresses around me, and
in this club, I could manipulate these unattainable mature women at will. Wouldn't that be paradise on earth? What's more,
there are even more exciting places than this club.

Having grown up in a privileged family myself, I couldn't help but marvel at how far Lin Ronghao's world was from which I could not even
imagine.

Shuya Club, Shuya Club—this name, so alluring, swirled in my mind. Why did it sound so
familiar? Had I heard of it before? Where? Where?

Suddenly, I felt as if struck by lightning, and I couldn't help but tremble. Yes, just a month or two ago,
I had seen a business card for Shuya Club in my mother's handbag. That business card was so unique; it was
made of white jade inlaid with gold. I had paid special attention to it then. That's it!

"The name of that place..." My breathing became rapid. I was about to ask Lin Ronghao if
he knew what the club's business card looked like when I suddenly thought, if I asked, Lin Ronghao would definitely suspect that I had seen
the business card before. And if I had seen it, then naturally, the most likely source would be my parents.
Wouldn't that affect my mother's reputation?

"Why is the name of that place so suggestive? Shuya, Shuya, it sounds like a
place where a group of elegant mature women gather." I swallowed back the question I was about to ask.

"Shuya Club controls many businesses, Yunyao Club is just one of them, there are many other places I don't even know
what they do . This organization is very famous in official circles, business circles, and entertainment circles." Lin Ronghao suddenly
gave me a malicious look and said, "I originally said I would take you to see it. But then I suddenly thought,
hey, with your physique, Young Master Liu, you should be very popular if you apply for a job there."

I suddenly felt a strange excitement. If there was a place where I could play with those
unattainable high-society , it would truly be paradise for a teenager like me.

"Hey, it's a promise, you'll take me when I'm better." I was instantly aroused, but subconsciously
, a shadow lingered. I urgently needed to verify
whether . What kind of relationship did my mother have with the Shuya Club?

My anxiety was so intense that I couldn't hear anything Lin Ronghao said afterward.
Visiting over, and Lin Ronghao, fearing his mother would discover his drinking, hurriedly left
the room, leaving me with a heavy shadow.

The person who pushed in the gurney to examine me was Sun Shu, a shapely woman in a tight-fitting nurse's uniform. As soon as she entered, she
asked, "Ziche, why did your mother look so strange after your examination? I hadn't even started the rest of the
examination before she rushed off."

"And," she deliberately showed me her deep cleavage, "
when , I smelled semen on your penis. Could it be... could it be that your mother gave you a thorough
sexual examination?"

"Hey, Sister Sun, please don't talk nonsense!" My face flushed red. "I thought... I
thought you were examining me, so I did act a little inappropriately." There was no need for me to be too coy with this woman whose three orifices I had
penetrated and with whom I had played mother and son.

"Hehehehe..." Sun Shu couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost
fell over. "I was still thinking about how to help you truly fulfill your dream of making love with your mother, but I never expected that you would have her give you such a
great time. My God, it was so exciting, just thinking about it makes me wet..."

"Sister Sun!" I blushed with shame and embarrassment, looking at the pair of trembling, snow-white breasts in front of me, an inexplicable lust rose in
my lower body My right hand swiftly slipped into her bra, while my left hand
skillfully slid down into her short nurse's skirt—sure enough, she wasn't wearing underwear again, and where I touched,
I only felt warmth and moisture.

"Stop it, stop it. It wouldn't be good if your mom saw us." Sun Shu gave
me a quick kiss on the cheek, saying no, but her right hand was rubbing my rock-hard penis through my hospital gown
. "Ziche, you've recovered so quickly. I didn't expect you to regain your virility so soon
." Sun Shu's smooth, delicate tongue began to slide between my lips and earlobe, her warm,
fragrant breath spraying onto my face, making me feel restless.

"But don't show it in front of your mom. You have to act very distressed and helpless,
so I'll have a chance to help you fulfill your dream." Sun Shu blushed, straddling my left hand, her lower body already
dripping with lustful fluid.

"I didn't say I wanted to be with my mom, with my mom..." Those taboo words
lingered , but I couldn't bring myself to say them. Like a child desperately trying to hide something, I
offered a wooden but powerless explanation.

"What about your mother? Having sex with your mother? Incest with your mother? Fuck your mother?" Sun Shu's words
were clearly provocative. The string of taboo words instantly brought my lust to its peak. I
desperately wanted to fuck this woman, calling her "Mom" as I fucked her, then ejaculate all my hot semen into her wet
vagina.

"Not yet!" Sun Shu gently pinched my glans and stroked it softly, comforting me, "Your
mother might come anytime, and besides, your body hasn't fully recovered. You just ejaculated; you can't
do it again."

Under her comforting words, I calmed down a little. Suddenly, I remembered something and asked, "
Where is my mother? Why didn't she come with you for my checkup?"

"She looked strange after her last checkup. Every time I mentioned I wanted to examine you, she made excuses. I guess she
was scared by your big cock. She seems to be having an internal struggle in the break room right now," Sun Shu
replied, stroking my penis.

"I want to go see her." I suddenly remembered the unique business card in my mother's bag, and that uneasy
feeling surged up again.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll stay outside and keep watch. You two can enjoy your
time alone." A mysterious smile flickered across Sun Shu's pretty face.

…

"Mom, Mom?" I gently knocked on the break room door, but there was no response. I lowered my head, entered
the password Sun Shu had given me, gently pushed open the door, and slipped inside.

The hospital has many rest rooms: temporary rooms converted from wards for patients' families, unisex night shift rooms,
and separate rest rooms for doctors to wash and rest. The one I entered was
a rest room , a little further from the ward area. It was divided into several small private rooms, where my mother had her own
wardrobe and bed.

The room was clearly empty. I quietly walked to the door of the room with my mother's name tag, gently pressed the doorknob
, and the slightly ajar door opened.

The room was filled with my mother's familiar scent. The furnishings were very simple: a neatly folded
bed, a sliding louvered wardrobe, a small desk, and two bedside tables. On the
desk was a photo of the three of us from 10 years ago. In the photo, I was being held high in my mother's arms,
our faces close together, my face full of dependence and happiness.

I pulled on the desk drawer, but didn't open it. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small
touch-sensitive The keypad lit up when I pulled it – this was a desk controlled by a combination lock.
Perhaps Mom's bag or something she'd been carrying last time was inside – including that business card.

My heart pounded. Like a thief, I tiptoed to the door and listened for a while before
hopping back to the desk to try and figure out the password.

Mom's birthday? No.

Dad's birthday? No.

My birthday? Beep, the lock opened. Too easy. I knew Mom usually used
these three sets of birthdays or variations for common passwords.

I opened the drawer, and a delicate white double-C makeup bag appeared before me, still faintly
scented with cosmetics. I gently opened the bag; inside were neatly arranged makeup boxes: foundation, BB cream,
mascara, lipstick, blush – a dazzling array.

But apart from the bag, the drawer was empty. A pang of disappointment gripped me. Just as I was about to close
the drawer and search elsewhere, a glint of gold caught my eye.

I looked closely and, tucked away in the drawer's crevice, found a gold-inlaid jade business card. "Shuya Club"
—the three large, gilded characters peeking out from the upper left corner sent a jolt through me.

Shuya Club! The place Lin Ronghao described as a gathering place for wealthy women seeking pleasure! How could this be? My mother—
how could she be connected to such a place?

Suppressing my pounding heart, I carefully retrieved the business card from the crevice.
The card felt warm to the touch; the lettering was hand-carved and then infused with gold, exuding an indescribable
elegance.

Next to the three large characters of "Shuya Club" was a line of slightly smaller text: "Xizhi Xiangting," with
the address : No. 28 Yingbin Avenue, Zhuque District.

What kind of place is this? Should I go check it out? The tension in my heart
seemed to be tightening further.

As I was lost in thought, a creak came from outside the door, startling me. Oh no, it was
my mother's footsteps!

I hurriedly shoved the business card back in, locked the drawer, and got up to survey the sparsely furnished room where I
could hide.

Looking back on it later, I realized how panicked I'd been—because of the overwhelming
guilt. I'd already assumed I'd discovered a huge secret about my mother, so much so that I instinctively wanted to prevent
her from knowing I'd come across it.

I could have simply sat on her bed, or opened the door to her room and called out,
"Mom, you're back!"

But instead, filled with guilt, I frantically jumped into the louvered wardrobe.

The wardrobe was large and spacious, divided into two sections. I jumped into the right section, which contained
some rarely used long dresses and coats, enough to partially conceal me. The cabinet door's louvers were angled
downwards, with relatively
wide everything moving below and to the side of the cabinet.

I heard my mother talking on the phone outside, and then a pair of long, straight legs clad in black
stockings and silver rhinestone high heels appeared before me. Those were the long legs of my mother, whom I knew well
. At a height of 1.75 meters, her legs reached an astonishing 1.2 meters, even longer than Lin Chi-ling's—
a true legendary nine-headed beauty.

My mother loved wearing high heels, especially high-end custom-made ones with heels over 10 centimeters. This made
her already tall and slender figure even more dazzling, giving the men around her a powerful aura of dominance.
My mother had half-jokingly told Aunt Yanting that the way to shut up many boring men
was to be a head taller than them.

"Bye," my mother said, hanging up the phone. At that moment, those long,
beautiful legs were frozen less than 10 centimeters away from me, silent.

I could feel my heart pounding and the rush of blood to my head.
I held my breath, afraid to move an inch.

*Click* The closet door opened a crack, letting in bright light that shone on my
right . My body instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Oh no, oh no, Mom's going to find out. I thought anxiously.

Just then, the door slammed shut. I heard Mom mutter to herself, "Oh,"
"It should be over here." Immediately, there was the sound of a cabinet door opening and rustling as someone rummaged through things,
followed the sound of clothes being thrown onto the bed and the cabinet door closing.

Through the louvered blinds, I could clearly see my mother's lower body. She was
bent over with her back to me, seemingly tidying her clothes on the bed. Her doctor's coat was off, and her
full, round buttocks, clad in a black suit skirt, were sticking up high with her back to me. The two plump buttocks trembled slightly with her
upper body movements, as if they were about to burst through the skirt.

My God, how could my mother's buttocks be so perfect? Even more amazing was that I was
peeking at those exquisitely beautiful buttocks from less than 10 centimeters away. The last time I saw my mother's beautiful buttocks so closely was
more than two years ago, and the thrill of seeing them again filled me with excitement.

"Where are my slippers? Oh dear, I forgot them in the office again." Mom looked around but couldn't find them
. "Never mind."

Just as I was wondering what "never mind" meant, I saw Mom raise her hands, as if untying something. Then,
her white shirt was tossed onto the bed, followed by a delicate black lace bra.

Wait, wait, what's going on? Is Mom changing clothes?

My blood rushed to my head—no, this time it was my brain. My breathing
became , and I felt my lower body uncontrollably erect, hard and throbbing.

Before I could decide which spying position to take, I heard a ripping sound, and Mom had unzipped her suit
skirt , then gently pulled it off with her foot.

Suddenly, two round, full, almost naked buttocks came into my view. The beautiful
flesh was tightly encased in sheer black stockings, exuding a captivating, alluring charm. Two thin black
lines intertwined in a T-shape at the base of my mother's waist; one encircled her snow-white waist, while the other clung to
her buttocks, digging deep into the peach-like flesh.

My mother's buttocks were full and perky, perfectly shaped—any more would be too plump, any less too thin—truly
flawless. Her two straight, slender legs
were taut and tightly pressed together by her high heels. The thin lines of her thong disappeared after disappearing into the high crevice of her buttocks. The sheer
black stockings subtly reflected the light, adding to the allure of her beautiful legs.

Immediately afterwards, Mom straightened her arms, slowly spread her legs, and gracefully lowered her waist, performing a breathtaking
90-degree backbend.

From inside the closet, I could only see Mom's two snow-white buttocks slowly blooming like sacred flowers. The mysterious mound of flesh,
previously tightly protected by her clenched legs and buttocks, was gradually exposed with her movement.
As she pressed down harder, the tight black thong could no longer fully conceal that beautiful
sacred place . First revealed was Mom's delicate pink anus beneath the thin black ribbon, followed
by her slightly parted, full labia. I only saw the thin line of the thong slowly
move with Mom's movements, finally digging deeply into her two full, pink labia.

After performing five or six backbends, Mom gently pressed her smooth waist
skin , then gently slid down, her hands slipping inside her tight black pantyhose. She didn't rush
to remove her stockings, but instead gently rubbed her buttocks with both hands, seemingly
extremely satisfied with the elasticity and feel of her fleshy cheeks. Then, she gently slid her hands between her legs,
forcefully spreading her rounded buttocks apart, letting out a low moan. After caressing herself
like this for a while, she slowly removed the entire stocking, leaving her only in a black thong and silver rhinestone
high heels .

At this moment, my mother's upper body should also be completely naked, right? Sitting in the closet, I inexplicably thought
of this. Due to the lattice screen, I couldn't see my mother's upper body for the time being. I wondered
if her round, full breasts drooped low with her half-bent waist, and if her two delicate
pink nipples stood erect in the cool air.

As I was lost in thought, with a slight adjustment of my mother's legs, her black thong slid down her long, slender,
snow- white legs and gently landed on the floor. Outside the grille, I saw my mother step out with her left leg,
while her right high heel playfully lifted the thin thong.

"Mmm..." With a soft, comfortable moan, she leaned forward, comfortably sprawling on the bed, her right leg still raised high, the black thong hanging
lightly above her ankle, a striking contrast to her snow-white skin. 　　Outside the grille, all was quiet. For a long time, my mother remained motionless. Through the grille, I could only see her long, black cascading down her smooth, white back, rising and falling evenly with her breathing. 　　My mother was asleep. Beside her lay a few changes of clothes and a bath towel. 　　A wave of sadness and heartache welled up inside me. She had been caring for me day and night , without a proper rest in a long time. And I was so useless, shamelessly stealing glances at her, unable to share even the slightest bit of her burden. 　　My hands trembled slightly, and tears streamed down my face. At that moment, the woman lying naked before me was so pure; her snow-white skin, like the holy light of an angel, completely cleansed any filthy, profane thoughts from my heart. 　　I hesitated, wondering if I should quietly go out and cover my mother with something. But what ? 　　Just as I hesitated, my mother's phone rang. She answered groggily, pressed the speakerphone button, and asked softly while tidying her clothes, "Yanting?" 　　"Shuying, I heard Ziche is alright now. Why don't you go to the Xizhi Xiangting Club to relax tonight?" 　　"But," my mother hesitated. 　　"Sis, stop with the 'buts'! I've already asked Nurse Sun, Ziche needs nebulizer treatments tonight, it'll be six or seven hours ." 　　"Not just Ziche, but also..." 　　"Alright, alright, I know you care about Ziche and Dean Tao, but you haven't left the hospital in a long time."

" Okay, if this keeps up, I suspect you're going to become depressed. One of them is lively and energetic, while the other is stuck in a sterile
ward, unable to help. Alright, I'll come pick you up in a bit. Get ready."

The phone was already busy.

"This girl, never mind, I was just planning to take a shower anyway, I can take a shower there." Mom muttered to herself
as she hurriedly put on her clothes and dialed Sun Shu's number.

"Nurse Sun, where are you? What's the schedule for Ziche's check-up tonight?" The sound of high heels
clicking on the floor indicated that Mom had already left the room.

Click, after confirming that Mom was far away, I gently pushed open the closet door, slipped out of the closet, and headed towards
the nurses' duty room.

"Che'er, where have you been? Why aren't you staying in the ward?" Seeing me pretending to pass by the duty room,
Mom anxiously pulled my hand and gently scolded me.

"Mom, I'm recovering quite well. I wanted to see you when I woke up, so I went to your rest room to look for you. I got lost, and I
was just about to go back to my room when I ran into you."

"Does it still hurt here?" Mom gently pressed my abdomen.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm fine," I said, feeling a warmth in my heart as I looked at my mother's concerned expression.

"Oh, everyone's here." It was
Chen Yanting , my Aunt Yanting, who walked in gracefully. "Ziche, are you feeling better? Auntie bought you some fruit and a model."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Aunt Yanting said to me, "Ziche, I'm asking for a day off for your mother tonight. Auntie
is going to take her out to buy some things. Your mother hasn't been out for half a month, and I'm really worried she'll get bored."

"Yanting..." Mom gently interrupted Aunt Yanting, seemingly a little displeased.

"Mom... you should go out for a walk..." I said softly, "I'm fine, I'm doing well, and
Nurse Sun is taking care of me." I nodded to my mother. Regardless, Shuya will always be a
shrouded bomb. If I miss this opportunity, it will be even harder for me to find out the truth later.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the women and confirming that I was alright, my mother entrusted me to Sun Shu
and went out with Aunt Yanting.

Back in the ward, I quickly dialed Lin Ronghao's number. "Dude, don't say anything else, come pick me up and take
me somewhere."

"Do you have to be so reckless, buddy? You just had your bladder ruptured less than two weeks ago. Even though
medical technology is advanced now, something like this could be fatal." Lin Ronghao's
nonchalant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Stop talking nonsense, come quick." I hung up the phone and pressed the call button.

Tonight's operation required Sun Shu's support, otherwise, I would be exposed. "

...

Chen Yanting invited Shuying to Xizhi Xiangting tonight? Interesting. How
deep is this woman's connection with Shuya? I thought she was working for Tao Zhengzhi.
What ?"

Looking at the information her subordinate reported, the voluptuous and tall female agent lit a cigarette. The tight black
leather jumpsuit glowed slightly red in the light of the cigarette butt, like a venomous spider lurking in the shadows.

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