【If Heaven Has Feelings】(69)

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Chapter Sixty-Nine:
Since that night, the distance between Mei Yu and me has returned to its initial state, and in some ways even more distant than before. Whether intentionally or not, Mei Yu tries to minimize opportunities to be alone with me. She even invites Aunt Wu to eat at the same table with her, a treatment that flatters Aunt Wu, but makes me feel even more awkward.
However, Yang Naijin's condition has finally improved. The little girl is gradually recovering her health, and her mood has brightened considerably; she can now leave her room and eat normally. What makes me feel even more relieved is that, logically, it's time for me to leave the Mei residence. But then, a sudden phone call forces me to stop.
The call is from Yang Tengyun, who lives in the north. My brother-in-law informs Mei Yu that Yang Xiaopeng's father—Mei Yu's father-in-law and Yang Naijin's grandfather—has received a critical condition notice and is expected to pass away soon. Because Yang Xiaopeng is currently imprisoned, Mei Yu and her daughter need to visit their elder as soon as possible.
Although this news is very heavy, Mei Yu still calmly bears it and begins to prepare for the trip. She persuaded her brother-in-law, who wanted to inform Yang Xiaopeng, not to tell him the cruel news for the time being, fearing that her husband would not be able to bear the continuous blows. At the same time, because Yang Naijin's emotions are unstable, she earnestly asked me to accompany my daughter on the trip.
How could I refuse Mei Yu's request? In any case, I always want to be closer to her. Even if we can't repeat what happened last time, it would be good to share some of her pressure and burden. Besides, I would be content just to see her beautiful face and slender figure.
Mei Yu has always been decisive, and soon we took a plane to Yanjing City, where Yang's father is.
Yang Tengyun came to pick us up at the airport in a black Volkswagen Tiguan. Even with the three of us and our luggage, there was still plenty of space inside.
The Yang family has two sons and one daughter. Apart from the eldest son, Yang Xiaopeng, whose career and family are based in Huaihai City, the other two work and live in the north.
Yang Tengyun was wearing an olive-green military officer's uniform, with two thin gold stripes and four stars on his shoulders. His military command is located near Yanjing (Beijing). After his father fell ill and was hospitalized, he took a long leave to care for him.
He was thirty-eight years old, and his height and appearance were remarkably similar to Yang Xiaopeng's. He had short, active-duty military hair, and his tanned skin made him appear even more robust and capable. He himself was as composed and serious as his appearance suggested, not saying much, but his words and actions showed great respect for Mei Yu.
The Tiguan cruised through this bustling metropolis. Yanjing, in terms of both politics and economy, was no less impressive than Huaihai, but it far surpassed it in terms of urban congestion. After two hours of driving on the crowded main roads, the car finally pulled into the parking garage of Xiehe Hospital.
Along the way, Yang Tengyun had already explained the old man's situation in detail. Mr. Yang was over seventy years old and in poor health. He had undergone heart bypass surgery two years ago, which had slightly improved his condition. However, upon hearing the news of his eldest son's accident, he was overcome with grief and agitation, and unfortunately fell at home, triggering a stroke and cerebral hemorrhage. He had been hospitalized ever since, only able to maintain his life with medication.
After the verdict was announced, his family, fearing to aggravate his condition, had carefully kept the truth from him. However, the social repercussions of the Yang case were too great, and the ward where the old man was staying was frequented by high-ranking officials, so he eventually learned the truth. The old man's emotional distress triggered his old ailment again. Although the hospital did its best to save him, he had been in a coma since the day before yesterday and was now in critical condition.
Led by Yang Xiaopeng, we arrived at the special care ward where Old Master Yang was staying. Many relatives and old friends of the Yang family were already standing at the door, their faces showing sorrow upon seeing us. Mei Yu, without bothering to exchange pleasantries with these acquaintances, simply gave a hurried greeting and led Yang Naijin into the ward.
Feeling it inappropriate to go in with the Yang family, I sat on a bench in the corridor and waited. A uniformed orderly brought me hot water. The people around me were all unfamiliar, but most spoke with northern accents and were dressed in upper-middle-class clothing.
Several men, who seemed to be Yang Naijin's uncles or cousins, were gathered together talking, their conversation revolving around Old Master Yang's illness and its cause, but primarily about Yang Xiaopeng's case. Judging from their tone, they were mostly sympathetic to the eldest son's plight and very dissatisfied with the powerful figure in Huaihai City. From them, I heard many rumors about this man's arrogant and domineering behavior.
About half an hour later, the door to the ward opened, and several descendants of the Yang family walked out with grief-stricken expressions. Although Mei Yu tried her best to remain calm, two tear tracks were clearly visible on her pale, translucent cheeks. She glanced around and said in a choked voice, "The old man... he's gone."
At this moment, the crowd sighed in shock. Even the outwardly stern Yang Tengyun couldn't help but shed tears, and Yang Naijin was even more pale and wept uncontrollably. Seeing that she was not in good condition, I quickly stepped forward and hugged her, and she threw herself into my arms and cried.
The scene was somewhat chaotic, but Mei Yu quickly recovered from her grief. She used her usual methods of managing the household and dealing with people to begin instructing on the arrangements for the old man's funeral, while repeatedly thanking her relatives and friends. After everyone had said their goodbyes, only the Yang family's inner circle and I, an outsider, remained. It was already late, so we found a hotel nearby, had a simple meal, and then Yang Tengyun drove us to rest.
Yang Tengyun drove us to a residential area near Jingshan Park. This was an officer's welfare housing complex in his military region. He had an old house there, the one he lived in when he first got married, which was now vacant and rarely used. Mei Yu originally wanted to find a hotel, but the Yang siblings insisted on staying there. They owned quite a few properties in Beijing and vied to invite us to stay at their home. In the end, Mei Yu had to comply with their wishes.
The house in Jingshan Park wasn't very large, but it was still a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. It retained the decor from the last century, and although somewhat outdated, it was quite clean. However, Yang Tengyun's house had several advantages. It was located on a busy street, with armed guards standing at the entrance, making daily life very quiet. Moreover, it was only two subway stops away from Baguoshan Park, making it convenient for handling Mr. Yang's funeral arrangements.
We were quite tired after the day's events, so we washed up and rested. The next day, Mei Yu was constantly busy. The Yang family children clearly respected her greatly and unanimously recommended her to take charge. She didn't hesitate to accept, methodically assigning tasks to everyone and then having them carry them out according to her instructions.
Two days later, the farewell ceremony for Old Master Yang was held at the Baguoshan Cemetery Funeral Home. I attended with the Yang family children. The entire main hall of the funeral home had been booked by the Yang family, but it was still packed with a constant stream of mourners. Relatives and friends of the Yang family had come from all over the country, along with many of Old Master Yang's former comrades and subordinates. Although they were dressed differently and travel-worn, the grief on their faces was the same.
The hall was filled with wreaths and flower baskets from various military regions and government agencies, including some sent personally by retired national leaders. Before a backdrop draped in black gauze lay the portrait of the elderly man. In the black-and-white photograph, Mr. Yang's face was gaunt and his expression serene; it was clear that his two sons inherited their features from him. A table in the center of the hall was covered with yellow and white chrysanthemums, and in the center lay the old man's body in a black nanmu coffin. Amidst the chrysanthemums, Mr. Yang's silver hair was like snow, and his face, though treated, still bore a trace of sadness, perhaps regret for not being able to see his eldest son one last time. He wore an old-style olive-green military uniform, his chest adorned with medals and service records, reflecting both his contributions to the Republic and his illustrious military career—all now gone with the wind.
Before his retirement, the old man had held a high-ranking position at the military region level. Therefore, the General Office of the Central Military Commission specially sent personnel to offer condolences and assist with the funeral arrangements. Director Lin, holding a microphone, began reading the emcee's address in a somber tone: "Distinguished leaders, honored guests, comrades, and friends: Today, with profound sorrow, we gather here to bid farewell to the remains of Comrade Yang Shanqing…
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He then announced a cannon salute, a moment of silence, and the playing of funeral music, followed by a collective three bows to the old man's remains.
After all this, a representative from the old man's former unit gave a speech, a man around fifty years old… A soldier carrying a star and a leaf on his shoulder walked onto the stage. Speaking in Mandarin with a Shanxi accent, he mourned the old man's life, praising his achievements and contributions, highly commending his character and conduct, and calling on relatives and colleagues to learn from his spirit and channel their grief into their work.
This man was burly and rugged, but his words were deeply moving, his slightly choked voice amplifying their impact. Those present were deeply saddened, and many women wept silently.
After speaking, he turned his back, gave a standard military salute to the old man's portrait, and then stepped down.
According to custom, the Yang family's children and relatives were to thank the guests. The old lady had passed away years ago, and the eldest son was currently in prison. Mei Yu, as the eldest son's wife, naturally took the lead. So he first went to the right to shake hands with Mei Yu, offering a string of words of comfort and condolences. I heard him mention Yang Xiaopeng's name, and Mei Yu politely thanked him repeatedly, addressing him as Commander Liang.
Then, Commander Liang shook hands with the relatives and friends one by one. When he reached Yang Tengyun, Yang Tengyun stood with his legs together and gave Commander Liang a military salute. Commander Liang nodded kindly to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Please accept my condolences, young man. Take good care of the old man's affairs; there's no need to rush back from your leave."
Yang Tengyun nodded with emotion. Commander Liang then moved on to the next person, briefly shaking hands with a few familiar relatives and friends before hurriedly leaving the hall.
Meanwhile, the mourning in the hall had just begun. People who had arrived long ago started lining up to bow in farewell to the old man's body and then receive thanks from Yang's relatives. They inevitably offered a few words of condolence, and then the relatives respectfully thanked them for coming. Yang Naijin and I then offered cigarettes or tea as a token of our gratitude.
All of Yang's children were present. The second brother, Yang Tengyun, was dressed in a crisp military uniform; his upright and serious demeanor was very similar to that of his grandfather. He was the one who received many military relatives and friends who came to offer their condolences. His wife, Luo Xiaoyi, was petite and slender, and spoke with refined manners. However, like her husband, she was an active-duty soldier, albeit in a clerical position. Their only daughter was already sixteen years old.
The third sister, Yang Caiting, was dressed in a black suit, her hair styled in a high bun, exuding elegance and nobility. Clearly, she had always enjoyed a privileged lifestyle. Her skin was fair, smooth, and radiant, and the shallow dimples on her face made her look even younger, appearing to be only in her early thirties. Her husband, Cui Zhenxi, worked at CCTV and was said to be the director of a channel. He was a very talkative person with a wide circle of friends, always busy welcoming and seeing off guests from all walks of life. They have a fourteen-year-old son.
Yang Naijin wore a black cashmere batwing sweater, a gray knitted trousers with a skirt-like design, and matching Ugg snow boots. She wore a double-layered cotton hat with pom-poms, which made her long hair fall loosely across her face, making her already slender face appear even thinner. Although her mood had improved somewhat these past few days, a trace of sadness still lingered on her thin, fair face.
Today, including myself, all of Yang's children and relatives were dressed in black. Although my position only required a black armband, I still wore a black suit. She wore a black tie.
Mei Yu, on the other hand, wore a Givenchy round-neck single-breasted wool coat. The fine black fabric and well-fitting cut hugged her slender figure perfectly. The coat, reaching to her knees, revealed two sections of her beautiful, long legs, her delicate feet encased in nude stockings and wearing black patent leather RV low-heeled shoes with silver square buckles.
A plain white silk flower adorned the chest of her black wool coat. She wore a black, round, brimless wool cap, her silky black hair secured inside. A thin black mesh covered the front of the cap, through which her slender, unadorned face and a pair of... She maintained a perfectly poignant sadness in her phoenix eyes. Her attire was both elegant and appropriate for the solemn atmosphere of the ceremony. Although a black veil partially obscured her face, she could subtly shift her expressions with the movement of her thin lips, graciously receiving the mourners, listening to their condolences, and offering heartfelt thanks.
From beginning to end, her demeanor was consistently graceful and poised, showing no favoritism based on the status of the person she was dealing with. She was the perfect example of the eldest daughter-in-law of a prominent family, no wonder the Yang family respected and loved her so much, and those who came to pay their respects showered her with praise. Only I felt a pang of heartache for her. Because I knew her outward composure was merely a facade, and that her inner vulnerability had been revealed to me before, but I had missed that opportunity.
The funeral music played again and again, but the crowd queuing to mourn Old Master Yang showed no sign of thinning. Yang Naijin, having stood for a long time, was exhausted and returned to the rest room, and I took over her duties. Mei Yu, however, steadfastly remained standing, greeting and seeing off the guests, though her legs were beginning to give way, and she began to shift her stance every now and then, her posture still so elegant.
Fortunately, the queue had shrunk by half, when an uninvited guest arrived. I looked closely, This man was Chen Tielin, Yang Xiaopeng's former friend and colleague. He wore a gray suit, and although he feigned grief, it seemed somewhat insincere. He placed a basket of white chrysanthemums in the mourning hall, first bowing respectfully before Old Master Yang's body, then approaching Mei Yu and the others.
Since his arrival, Yang's children had all watched coldly, none willing to greet him. However, this man was indeed thick-skinned; he didn't seem offended, his face plastered with a false expression of sorrow, and he tried to shake hands with Mei Yu. Unexpectedly, when Mei Yu saw him approach, she subtly shifted her body to the side, causing Chen Tielin's hand to fall into empty air. His hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, a handshake gesture that left him utterly embarrassed.
However, he reacted quickly, withdrawing his hand from the air and patting his chest a few times. His face immediately contorted with grief as he said, "Sister-in-law, my uncle has passed away. Please accept my deepest condolences."
Mei Yu remained unaffected by his words. Her jade-like face behind the veil remained calm and composed. She coldly replied, "With my father-in-law gone, I am deeply grateful for the care and concern shown by our relatives and friends. I am truly unworthy of such kindness."
"However, everyone I've met today is a kind and virtuous person. Someone as treacherous as Mr. Chen is truly unworthy to be in the same room.
Please forgive me for not being able to entertain you further. Please leave." Mei Yu's voice was soft, and she didn't use harsh words, but her few words were enough to make Chen Tielin feel deeply ashamed.
He was speechless, could only awkwardly wipe his face, and slunk away. Yang Tengyun promptly picked up the flower basket he had brought and unceremoniously threw it out of the mourning hall, eliciting a burst of applause from the crowd. Seeing this man make a fool of himself, the Yang family members all smiled, praising Mei Yu. However, her beautiful face remained unchanged, and she continued to greet the guests with elegance and poise.
Not long after, Cui Zhenxi hurriedly led in a middle-aged man. This man was short and thin, wearing an ill-fitting suit, with a large bald patch on his forehead, and wearing thick glasses. His pointed mouth and monkey-like face made him look quite ordinary, like a mid-level cadre in a department or bureau. There were plenty of people like him in the capital, but Cui Zhenxi treated him with extreme respect.
Behind the middle-aged man were two young men carrying an exquisite flower basket. Cui Zhenxi directed them to place the basket slightly to the right of center. The inscription on the basket read, "Respectfully offered by my nephew, Lang Shi'an." I recognized this as the name of the current Secretary of the Yanjing Municipal Party Committee, and some murmurs arose from the crowd below.
After the basket was placed, the middle-aged man first bowed deeply before the body, then turned to Mei Yu. Cui Zhenxi quickly introduced, "This is Secretary-General You of the Yanjing Municipal Party Committee Office, and this is our sister-in-law, Mei Yu." "
Ms. Mei, I have come on behalf of Secretary Lang to bid farewell to Elder Yang. Secretary Lang was unable to return in time due to an inspection tour in Europe, and specifically instructed me to convey his condolences. Please accept our deepest condolences." Secretary-General You spoke to Mei Yu in a somber tone.
Mei Yu was clearly not familiar with Secretary-General You, but she still politely shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with him. Although Secretary-General You was not particularly handsome, he spoke with great care. After exchanging a few polite words with Mei Yu, he seemed to casually mention Yang Xiaopeng, saying, "Ms. Mei, your husband's plight is truly pitiful..."
I couldn't quite hear the rest, but judging from Mei Yu's expression, he seemed to mean well. Mei Yu was quite moved and thanked him again; it was the first time I'd seen her tense face relax for a moment.
Secretary-General You didn't talk much with the others. After a polite handshake, he left accompanied by Cui Zhenxi.
It was past noon, and the auditorium wasn't very crowded anymore. Just as we were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden commotion of footsteps sounded outside. Several burly men in black suits entered, parting the crowd to make way. I immediately recognized them as VIPs. I wondered, "Is another important figure arriving?" Yang Tengyun, Cui Zhenxi, and Director Lin excitedly rushed forward, escorting an elderly man inside.
The man appeared to be over ninety years old, his full head of silver hair neatly combed back. He wore large, rimless, brown-tinted sunglasses, and his tightly pursed, downturned lips conveyed a stern and unapproachable air. His square face was etched with the marks of time. He wore a black woolen Zhongshan suit and blue cloth trousers, with white-soled black cloth shoes. The old man was tall and robust, but walked extremely slowly. He used a golden nanmu cane for balance in one hand, while the other hand was supported by a tall, beautiful woman.
The woman wore a Burberry plaid trench coat, which accentuated her curvaceous figure, and her long legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were clad in silver pointed-toe flats. She stood beside the old man, only about half a head shorter, but her support was extremely careful. She leaned slightly to match his steps, her hands tightly gripping his arm to prevent him from slipping.
I immediately recognized the old man; the tall, beautiful woman supporting him was none other than Vera Su. The old man exuded an imposing presence; he must be her father. However, her attire today was vastly different from her usual self. Her beautiful blonde hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore only light makeup, appearing dignified and elegant, completely devoid of her usual wildness and allure.
I wasn't standing very close, but Vera Su could definitely see me. However, she seemed not to recognize me, her gaze sweeping over my face. I couldn't help but admire her acting skills; the slightly melancholic expression on her face, combined with her mixed-race features, truly outshone everyone else, almost comparable to Mei Yu.
Vera Su helped the old man slowly walk towards the coffin in the middle. At this moment, the old man seemed to make a gesture, and Vera Su let go of his arm and stood aside. The old man held the edge of the coffin and looked at Grandpa Yang's body for a while. Although I couldn't see his eyes through the brown sunglasses, a rare gentleness appeared on his originally stern face. I seemed to hear him sigh, but the sound was extremely soft.
Without turning his head, the old man stretched out his left hand behind him. Vera Su promptly handed him a red five-pointed star badge. The old man carefully fastened the badge to Grandpa Yang's clothes, then, resting his hand on the coffin, examined it for a while before saying with some emotion, "Old Yang, oh Old Yang, we risked our lives together back then, promising to go and learn from Marx. I never expected you to leave us first."
His tone was very low, as if containing immense regret and sorrow, and his eyes were faintly glistening with tears. Yang Tengyun, standing beside him, quickly handed him a handkerchief, saying, "Uncle Su, Father passed away peacefully. Before he died, he said that he had lived a life without shame before the Party and the people."
Old Su pushed away Yang Tengyun's handkerchief and pointed to the badge on Grandpa Yang's chest, saying, "Yang Erya, do you know the origin of this medal?"
Yang Tengyun shook his head, indicating that he did not know. Old Su frowned and asked again, "Where was the most brilliant battle that you and I won together?"
"The Battle of Shabaling," Yang Tengyun answered quickly this time.
"Hey, not bad." A slight smile finally appeared on Old Su's usually serious lips, and he nodded approvingly.
"Everyone thinks I won that battle, but they don't know that if it weren't for your timely flanking maneuver to outflank the Japanese, I might have been meeting Marx long ago." Old Su became enthusiastic when recounting old stories, ignoring everyone else and continuing on his own.
"But your old man didn't take any credit, giving all the honor to me. That's the kind of person he was—loyal, reliable, simple, and noble. He was the most exemplary Communist Party member." Old Su's large hand slammed heavily on the edge of the coffin, as if in regret, yet also in admiration.
"This medal was personally pinned on me by Marshal Ye after the victory. But it truly belongs to you, my old man. I am truly unworthy of it." Old Su shook his head heavily, the wrinkles on his forehead seeming to deepen even further.
"Old friend, I brought you the medal today. You always refused to give it to me before, but this time you'll have to do as I say." Old Su sighed softly, as if chatting with an old friend, talking to the body in the coffin.
"Uncle Su, my father's spirit in heaven will surely be very happy." Yang Tengyun's eyes were already filled with tears as he stepped forward, choking back sobs.
Old Su nodded noncommittally. He stepped down from the coffin and walked towards Yang's children. Yang Caiting excitedly rushed forward and hugged the old man, saying with a charmingly naive expression, "Uncle Su, our family has been bullied, and you don't even step in to do anything about it."
Although she was thirty-five or thirty-six years old, her appearance and figure still resembled those of someone nearing thirty. Old Su treated her with the same affection he would show his own daughter, and a rare smile appeared on his usually serious face. He patted Yang Caiting's hair and said, "Little Tingzi, your Uncle Su is getting old."
"How could you be old? You're still as handsome as ever," Yang Caiting said, clinging to Old Su's arm, her voice sweet as honey. Her voice was as clear and melodious as a young girl's, no less so than Yang Naijin's.
Old Su didn't answer her directly, but simply smiled slightly as if he were talking to his children. After exchanging a few pleasantries with everyone, he ignored the enthusiastic gazes of the others and turned to walk towards Mei Yu, who had been quietly waiting by his side. Unlike the others who rushed to talk to Old Su, Mei Yu remained composed throughout, occasionally exchanging a few words with Vera Su.
When Old Su extended his hand first, Mei Yu gracefully extended hers. As their hands clasped, Old Su nodded solemnly to her, placing his other hand on hers. His voice was slow and deliberate: "Child, you've been wronged."
"Uncle Su, I've done everything I could, but…" A hint of sadness finally appeared on Mei Yu's face.
Old Su patted her hand reassuringly, a kind expression softening his usually stern face. "Don't say anything more," he said. "Don't worry, I'll give you justice sooner or later."
A hint of joy flashed in Mei Yu's eyes. She nodded vigorously, somewhat embarrassed, wiping away the tears that were about to fall. She said a few words of gratitude, and then, together with Vera Su and Yang Caiting, escorted Old Master Su out of the mourning hall.
Throughout the entire process, Vera Su didn't say a word to me, only glancing at me casually before leaving. Her eyes revealed a hint of mischievousness and liveliness, but she quickly returned to her serious demeanor.
Watching the VIPs part the crowd, supporting Old Master Su and Vera Su as they got into a Hongqi sedan and drove away, the Yang family members reluctantly turned back.
After Old Master Su left, the farewell ceremony was basically over. Watching Old Master Yang's body being taken into the crematorium and then turning into a wisp of smoke rising slowly, the Yang family members didn't know whether to feel relieved or sorrowful.
After cremation, the body was re-packed and taken to the cemetery on the mountain for burial. The Yang family had chosen a good location in the cemetery, nestled against the mountain and facing the water. The white marble tombstone was engraved with the old man's life achievements. After watching the ashes being placed in the tomb and sealed, the Yang family children mourned at the grave for a while before descending the mountain with heavy hearts. By then, it was completely dark.
As is customary, dinner was to be held that evening for relatives and friends who had traveled from afar. Cui Zhenxi had already booked more than a dozen tables at a five-star hotel. Mei Yu and her daughter were not in a good mood, so they ate a little and then said goodbye early, leaving Yang Caiting and her husband to entertain the guests.
On the way back to the Jingshan residence, we rode in Yang Tengyun's Tiguan again. Since a cousin of the Yang family was also going the same way, the five of us rode in one car. The cousin had to sit in the front passenger seat, while Mei Yu, her daughter, and I squeezed into the back seat of the Tiguan. After a long and tiring day, everyone, including myself, was exhausted. Only Yang Tengyun and my uncle chatted idly in the car. Yang Naijin, in the back seat, leaned her head against the sofa, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.
The rear space of the Tiguan wasn't as spacious as I'd imagined, especially since there was a long protrusion from the air conditioning vents in the armrest to the bottom of the seat. The person sitting in the middle couldn't stretch their legs out. For someone my height, it wasn't exactly comfortable, but as a man, I naturally gave the better seat to the lady.
However, there were pros and cons. Being sandwiched between two incredibly beautiful mother and daughter, their unique fragrances filling my nostrils, and my arms occasionally brushing against their slender bodies with the swaying of the vehicle, made the slight discomfort worthwhile.
Mei Yu sat to my left. Although the car wasn't spacious, she always kept a distance of about a finger's width from me, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Her slender, jade-like face was turned towards the window, where the bustling city lights and dazzling shadows cast varying degrees of light and shadow on her features. Her phoenix eyes were obscured by a black mesh veil, making it impossible to discern her current mood.
Mei Yu had been extremely tired both physically and mentally after a busy day, yet her posture remained elegant and dignified. The plain white silk flower on the chest of her black Chanel wool coat, the round brimless cap that held back her smooth, shoulder-length short hair, and the thin black mesh veil that half-concealed her serene and aloof face made her resemble a quietly upright plum blossom in the dark night.
Perhaps it was because she had been standing for too long today, but Mei Yu's legs were unusually crossed, with her long, slender leg peeking out from under the parted hem of her black Chanel wool coat. Although she wore thin, nude stockings, they couldn't completely conceal her smooth, white skin.
I tried my best to control myself, but my eyes couldn't help but wander to her feet. Those delicate feet seemed to possess a magical allure, making me restless. Her slender, gracefully curved ankles swayed gently, like playful ants tickling my heart. Occasionally, when Mei Yu switched legs, glimpses of her snow-white, rounded thighs would spill out from under her coat, but that glimpse was fleeting, quickly concealed by the black wool coat.
Mei Yu's attire and appearance remained largely unchanged; she maintained her usual noble and aloof demeanor. But for some reason, she possessed an indescribable allure in my eyes. Just a glimpse of her snow-white calves was enough to mesmerize me. I couldn't help but wonder if her body, encased in her black wool coat, was as white and smooth as those calves.
I felt my lips were dry and couldn't help but lick them with my tongue, but the lubrication didn't last long; the restlessness intensified and spread throughout my body. Suddenly, the back seat felt even cramped, so cramped I could hardly breathe. I wanted to shift to give my legs more space, but somehow, I moved more to the left.
As if possessed, my left leg touched the hem of Mei Yu's wool coat. Even through my trousers and the fabric of her coat, I could clearly feel the curve of her long, shapely thigh. Mei Yu clearly noticed that I was standing closer to her, but she didn't seem to think I was doing it on purpose. She simply adjusted her crossed legs slightly, placing her left leg on top of her right, subtly avoiding my left leg pressing against hers.
However, this position completely exposed her left leg, which was only covered by nude stockings, to me, allowing me to feast my eyes even more. Although only the knee and calf were slightly exposed, her calf was slender, long, and gracefully curved, glowing faintly in the dim light of the carriage, like a section of snow-white jade lotus root, beautiful and captivating. Her slender, rounded feet were encased in black patent leather RV low-heeled shoes, and her white, slender, and smooth insteps, accentuated by the large silver buckle on the toe, resembled a shy and charming water lily blooming alone.
Watching the beautiful sight of those slender, snow-white legs trembling slightly, I felt a tightness in my throat, as if something was locking my breath. A stirring within me was the urge I felt not long ago, stemming from the incident in the study of the Mei residence. Although Mei Yu had firmly stopped me from violating her body, desire, like a venomous snake released from its lair, was ready to strike at any moment.
I glanced guiltily at Yang Naijin to my right. The young girl should already be asleep; two strands of hair beneath her woolen hat obscured half her face, and a hint of melancholy graced her delicate features, making her look incredibly charming. But at that moment, my heart was completely focused on the elegant woman beside me, utterly oblivious to her presence.
The car continued moving. The two people in front occasionally exchanged a few words, but most of the time it was Yang's uncle speaking in his Shaanxi accent. Yang Tengyun was focused on the steering wheel, and no one noticed the commotion in the back of the car. My left hand, however, had unknowingly reached out and touched Mei Yu's leg, which was sticking out towards me.
My palm rested on that jade-like leg that I had long coveted. Although I didn't fully touch Mei Yu's body, just by the feel of my fingers through the thin skin-colored stockings, I was sure that the smooth, silky skin below was no less beautiful than Bai Liyuan's. Caught off guard, Mei Yu's leg trembled slightly. She tried to break free from my grasp, but her left side was pressed against the car door, leaving her no room to move or dodge. She didn't dare to make a sound to stop me, so she could only kick forward a few times, but my large hand held her tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.
I could roughly see half of Mei Yu's face in the rearview mirror. I couldn't see what her phoenix eyes looked like, but judging from her tightly pursed thin lips, she was probably both ashamed and angry. I felt a pair of slender hands pinch my waist hard. Mei Yu was probably trying to protest in this way, but I didn't care about the pain in my waist at all. My eyes were fixed on her jade-like legs like a hungry wolf, and my hands were relentlessly stroking her jade-like calves from top to bottom.
My large hands tried to move up her knees, but encountered unprecedented resistance. Mei Yu's tightly closed thighs made it impossible for me to find a place to start. I had no choice but to give up this effort and instead slid down to her fair and rounded ankles. I gently lifted her black patent leather RV low-heeled shoes and took them off. Her slender and beautiful jade feet were now in my palms.
Although separated by a thin layer of skin-colored stockings, the dim light inside the car allowed me to fully admire Mei Yu's jade-like feet. Her feet were clean and slender, like white lotuses in water. Ten long, delicate white toes were neatly supported by the stockings, and her carefully trimmed toenails, though unpainted, were translucent and glistening like water lily petals. Her feet were noticeably smaller than Bai Liyuan's, forming a perfectly proportioned crescent moon shape. Her small, rounded ankles, like white jade, stirred my imagination.
I paid no heed to her pinching and squeezing my waist, carefully playing with the beauty's slender feet in my hands. However, my hands held no lewd or erotic intent; I simply used one hand to support her crescent-shaped arch, while the other gently massaged her toes. Although my fingers were large and thick, my movements were gentle, like a craftsman sculpting a doll.
Mei Yu had been standing in her shoes for quite a while today, but her jade-like feet didn't smell at all. Only her ten toes, wrapped in stockings for so long, seemed a little hot and restless, fidgeting. With the gentle caress of my fingers, her previously tense tendons finally relaxed, and I could feel the jade lotus in my hand gradually unfurling.
Mei Yu had been pinching me with her fingers; I could even feel her sharp nails almost digging into my flesh. But as I moved my hands, her movements gradually softened, from pinching and squeezing to occasionally scratching, and then she stopped scratching altogether. Because she wanted to maintain her dignified posture, she pressed her slender hands tightly against her knees, her fingers gripping the hem of her wool coat tightly, as if trying to calm her turbulent heart, or perhaps as if guarding against my wicked hand reaching upwards.
However, Mei Yu was overthinking it. At that moment, I was completely captivated by the beauty of her delicate feet in my hands. In the rearview mirror, I could see that Mei Yu had bitten her lower lip tightly, her thin lips so red they looked like they were about to bleed. A rosy blush had spread across her pale face, making her look like a quietly blooming flower in the night. A faint fragrance wafted in the air, and we seemed to share a tacit understanding, a silent yet unspoken connection, a certain energy flowing between my hands and her feet.
If anyone had noticed the back of the car, they might have noticed the unusual situation between the three of us, but Yang Tengyun was busy dealing with the steering wheel and his uncle's nagging, and had no time to look in the rearview mirror. Even if he had looked, he would only have seen my body leaning forward. Everyone would have assumed that I was making more space for the two women, and would never have guessed that my hands were busy at Mei Yu's feet. Moreover, Mei Yu had placed her black Kelly bag on the armrest, conveniently blocking any possible view from the front. No one knew that Mei Yu's delicate feet were in my hands, receiving my loving caresses and kneading.
The Tiguan weaved quickly through the traffic on the street. Although the streets were bustling with Beijing residents enjoying their nightlife, the car's speed didn't slow down much. However, I secretly wished the car would slow down further, allowing Mei Yu's feet to linger in my hands a little longer. But Yang Tengyun's driving skills were clearly not as good as I wished. After dropping off Uncle Yang, the Tiguan quickly brought us to Jingshan Residential Area.
Although I was extremely reluctant to part, Mei Yu poked my waist hard with a slender finger. In the rearview mirror, her phoenix eyes, visible through the mesh, looked at me with extreme seriousness. I had no choice but to release the jade-like foot that had captivated me, pick up the black patent leather RV low-heeled shoes from the floor, and carefully help her put them back on. The car had already stopped at the door, and Yang Naijin woke up, rubbing
her sleepy eyes. Mei Yu gave me a meaningful look, opened the car door, and got out. Everything that happened in the car tonight became a private little secret between Mei Yu and me. I don't know if Mei Yu accepted this fait accompli, or if my caresses had greatly relaxed her body and mind, but at least outwardly she didn't show any aversion to my actions. Although it was just a small physical contact, I felt that something had changed in Mei Yu, something that secretly pleased me.
This wonderful and fulfilling day ended just like that. We each returned to our own rooms, and physical exhaustion quickly lulled me into a deep sleep. That night, I slept much more comfortably and pleasantly than ever before.
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