living with his girlfriend's mother

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In the beautiful seaside park, on the pristine white sand nestled among the trees, in that cozy couple's tent, we had our first intimate encounter. That year, I was twenty-two, and she was nineteen. On the journey of love, we were still naive children.
Her fair, alluring body lay on the sand, simply covered with a towel, like Adam and Eve first eating the forbidden fruit. My heart was filled with curiosity and longing, excitement and nervousness. I hurriedly unbuttoned her swimsuit, and her full, youthful breasts stood firm before me. The sparse, slightly yellow hair on her pubic area resembled the tender buds of willows in spring, like the tender yellow grass on virgin land, waiting to be cultivated in the intoxicating spring breeze.
She lay on the sand, tightly embracing my arms, as if afraid I would run away. I had no time to appreciate this intoxicating beauty; I couldn't wait to enter her. Suddenly, she squeezed her legs together, bursting into tears, pounding my chest with her fists. "You're bad, get off me!" I hastily finished, but it was too late; her legs and stomach were covered in a sticky substance.
"You worst, worst scoundrel!" Wu Wenwen suddenly slapped me, then cried worriedly, "What if my mom finds out? What if I get pregnant?"
Looking at her pitiful state, I felt a mix of love and fear, like a child setting off firecrackers. I patted her shoulder, like comforting a child, and said, "Don't worry, it's not inside yet." Hearing this, she became even angrier, sobbing. "Don't you know it can move? You're so uneducated, and you're messing with college students?" "
Your mom's away on a business trip, she hasn't come back yet," I reminded her. Unexpectedly, when I mentioned her mother, her eyes suddenly became unfocused, filled with terror. "If my mom keeps pressuring me, I'll never go home, or I'll kill myself." I quickly covered her mouth.
This is my first time with Wu Wenwen -
Chapters 1-5, Part
1, Chapter 1: Our First Encounter.
My meeting with Wu Wenwen was by chance.
That disheartening evening, I drove my old Xiali car to a restaurant near the university town for drinks; it was my only possession. The wealth I had painstakingly accumulated over two years was swindled away overnight by my live-in girlfriend, leaving me only with dilapidated tables and chairs in a rented storefront, a broken computer monitor, and endless regret and distress. I sat blankly at the door, hoping for a miracle, hoping that she would, as always, in the quiet twilight, step lightly, tossing her beautiful hair, smiling as she got off the bus. Then, as if by magic, she would pull out my favorite sausages, fried fish, and a half-bottle of Erguotou liquor from her backpack. She would quickly pour the food into a plate and warm up the liquor for me. Those were my happiest and most joyful times. She would sit on the sofa knitting and watching TV, watching me take a sip of wine, then put down her knitting to pick up a piece of food for me. Sometimes I choked because I ate too fast, and she would gently pat my back, singing like a nursery rhyme, "No one's going to take it from you, eat slowly." At that moment, I would smile foolishly and pick up a piece of food for her as a way of repaying her. Then, I would turn off the TV, pick her up from the sofa, throw her onto the bed, pounce on her, and impatiently tear off her bra and panties, making love to her passionately. When I was exhausted and covered in sweat, she would pant and say, "You naughty boy, you hugged me so tightly I couldn't breathe, look, you've dirtied my panties."
These unforgettable, beautiful, and intoxicating times passed like flowing water. My live-in girlfriend left me when my career was booming and at its peak. It swept away all my emotions and over 200,000 yuan in cash, like a crane flying away never to return, bringing an end to my absurd yet sweet cohabitation.
I went alone to the "Eight Bowls" restaurant, sat down by the window, and made a few phone calls to friends. After a few clicks of the buttons, I started ordering. A table full of meat and vegetables arrived. I'm usually very busy, and thanks to my friends' help, my business is thriving. Although I'm currently impoverished, I can still afford to treat my friends to a meal. It was
after work, and the restaurants, nightclubs, and internet cafes around the university town were packed. People filed in, and the city's true nightlife began. Seeing that the food was getting cold, I made more phone calls. One said business was busy, another said they were in a meeting. I looked at the table full of food and drinks. Suddenly, a wave of annoyance washed over me. Damn it, nobody's being kind enough! When I'm down on my luck, even drinking water is a struggle. Sigh, there's only adding flowers to brocade, not charcoal in the snow. "When you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come calling from the deep mountains." I truly felt the coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of human nature. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I downed a bottle of "Yaowang Chun"
liquor, pushed the food and drinks aside, scattering plates all over the ground, and staggered out, drunk. My old Xiali car was parked by the roadside. I went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of mineral water. As I came out, I suddenly heard a "crash." A bicycle had crashed into my Xiali, shattering one of its lights and scattering glass everywhere. It felt like my eyeball had been hit; my eyes were bloodshot, my head was burning, my vision blurred, and my knuckles cracked in my clenched fists. I felt like a warrior, ready to pounce at any moment and fight him to the death.
"Hehe." A female student, wearing a beige trench coat, got up from the ground, smiling at me and brushing the dirt off her clothes.
When I saw it was a beautiful girl, my clenched fist slowly relaxed. A group of students had gathered around, probably just released from school, chattering amongst themselves. Just then, another girl pushed her bicycle aside. Seeing they were about to leave, I blocked her way.
"Ha, you hit my bike and didn't even apologize, and you think you can just walk away? No way!" I gripped the handlebars, glaring angrily.
"Who hit your crappy bike?" the girl in the trench coat said aggressively, hands on her hips. "What proof do you have? Why are you blocking me? I didn't want to hit your bike." I saw her vent her anger, then hide behind the students and secretly cover her mouth, laughing. More and more people gathered, the students forming a circle, all pointing fingers at me, as if it were all my fault. I felt like my Xiali bicycle was a wronged child, hiding there silently weeping. I saw a few male students making a move, and thinking to myself, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle," I angrily waved my hand, clasped my hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, please spare me! There are too many of you, you're all too noisy. I give up."
"Calling me 'lady' is fine, but 'grandmother' is out of the question," a girl said with a smile. The students cheered and whistled as they walked away.
Watching their figures gradually disappear into the distance, thinking about all the things that had happened to me these past few days, I felt incredibly angry and ashamed. I kicked the broken-down Xiali hard, as if all the disappointment and unhappiness of the past few days were its fault. I took out my keys and walked away dejectedly. The Xiali car, like a homeless vagrant, lay forlornly on the street. I felt incredibly relieved. Well, now I had nothing left, and I could start all over again. I took off my jacket, shook it in the air, and shouted something I didn't even know myself. I finally tasted the feeling of getting rid of someone, even though it was a broken-down car that nobody wanted.
Part One, Chapter Two: Meeting in the University Town.
Perhaps I really did become a vagrant. I wandered the streets, drinking recklessly and womanizing wildly whenever I had money. From Fuhai Road to the university town, wherever I could go, I left my footprints of struggle. I sang, "Perhaps I really have nothing, I really have no worries." I got drunk, sang my fill, and then lay naked on the benches along the tree-lined avenue to sleep. I lived a life of negativity and decadence, recklessly squandering my youth and wasting my time, gambling my youth on tomorrow.
Perhaps my actions have tarnished the city's beautiful image, becoming a spectacle around the university town. Some sympathize with me, some despise me, and others use me as a living example. One day, a woman walked by with a four- or five-year-old child, looking at me from afar and saying to the child, "See, if you don't study hard, this is all you'll end up like." I was furious, wanting to slap her filthy mouth a few times. She was judging me by a narrow eye. Even more infuriating was one night when a couple in their twenties were making love wildly on my bench, oblivious to my presence. I stood there dumbfounded, watching them finish and leave satisfied, completely ignoring my existence. This was intolerable! I also became addicted to computer games. When I had money, I'd play all night in internet cafes. I was a skilled player, and there I found understanding and respect.
On that quiet night, as the autumn wind mercilessly swept the fallen leaves, I met her again. The girl in the beige trench coat, the female student who hit my car and then lectured me. And I learned her name: Wu Wenwen.
That day, I had just come out of the internet cafe. I'd been having a run of bad luck these past few days, playing for a long time without any progress, and I was feeling a bit disheartened. Just as I stepped out of the internet cafe, I saw a girl squatting on the ground vomiting. She'd probably drunk a lot; a nauseating smell of alcohol wafted on the wind, and I instinctively moved away from her. Ever since my live-in girlfriend cheated me out of money and ran away, I had an instinctive aversion and contempt for women. Unexpectedly, as I cautiously walked past her, she grabbed me, murmuring, "Brother, please take me home."
The voice sounded familiar, and in the bright streetlights, I saw it was her? Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps I had other thoughts in my mind; anyway, I didn't think of anything at the time and helped her to her dormitory. She lived in a double dormitory room. The bed was neatly made, and large pictures of celebrities adorned the walls. Several potted flowers sat on the washbasin stand beside the bed, creating an elegant, warm, and harmonious atmosphere. Her clothes were covered in vomit. She collapsed onto the bed, repeatedly calling out, "Water, get me a glass of water." I picked up the thermos to check; it was empty. I hurriedly grabbed the electric kettle and went to the bathroom to fill it and boil some water.
I was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to sit or leave. I looked at her coat, stained with a foul stench. She lay on the bed, the coat held together by only one button. I gently unbuttoned it, and she rolled over, pulling it off until she was only wearing a pink wool sweater. Suddenly, she sat up and slapped me hard across the face. "What are you doing? Who let you in?" she yelled. Then, books and pillows flew at me, hitting my face and body.
I glared at her, wanting to slap her hard. I angrily threw down her dirty clothes. "You sent me here, fine, I'm leaving." She yelled, "Come back!" She was a little hysterical. It turns out women are more ferocious and terrifying when drunk than men.
I stood there, covering my face, feeling utterly wronged. I was like a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to explain myself no matter what. I wanted to yell at her, but I was in her dorm room. What if she accused me of having ulterior motives? Even a thousand mouths wouldn't be enough to clear my name. I wanted to leave, to get away from this place of trouble.
"Come back." She got off the bed, took a sip of water, and seemed to sober up a bit. Her tone softened, and she said softly, "Sit down. The water you boiled for me? Thank you."
"Why did you drink so much? It's bad for your health." I scolded her like an older brother. Actually, I hadn't drunk in a long time, and I was willing to drink myself into oblivion.
"Sigh, I've experienced too much pain and hardship. It's better to live for the moment." She covered her head and sighed, as if burdened with countless worries and troubles.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"My name is Wu Wenwen." Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared intently at me, as if trying to find something on my face. "And you, can you tell me?"
"My name is Li Qiang," I answered honestly.
"Can we be good friends?" She became very excited, then seemed to remember something, and pulled a key from under her pillow. "Here, it's your car key, the new lock."
I was stunned to see a gleaming car key.
Chapter 3 of Part 1: A Sleepless Night
I sat on the sofa, fiddling with the car key in my hand, completely bewildered, listening to her tell her story.
It turned out that after returning to her dormitory that night, she felt regretful and uneasy. Before evening self-study was over, she rushed over and saw that beat-up Xiali car still parked there. She thought about what she had done and felt very sorry for me, even though we were complete strangers. However, thinking about hitting my car without even saying a polite word, and being teased by her classmates, she felt extremely sad and uneasy. So she called a car repair shop to replace the headlights and found a safe place to park. But she couldn't contact me, which became a worry for her. Unexpectedly, fate intervened, and we met again.
She sat on the bed with a teacup in hand, steam rising from it, her legs swinging on the edge of the bed. We chatted amiably. Suddenly she said, "It's late, and it's raining. Why don't you just stay here for the night? There's a bed over there." I said, "How can I do that? What if your roommates come back?" She laughed and said she hadn't slept in the dorm for a long time; she had a place to sleep. I asked her where she slept, and she said, "Don't ask too many questions about girls' things." I thought of my live-in girlfriend; her sweet words had made me dizzy, and I had inadvertently fallen into her trap of gentleness, making me instinctively wary and hostile towards women, especially young and beautiful ones. But now I had nothing, and I was fearless; what was there to be afraid of in staying one night? I saw a fabric sofa behind the door, so I sat down and said, "I'll stay here. I'll leave when the rain stops."
She winked mysteriously, then pulled out an A4 sheet of paper and quickly wrote down three rules: 1. No peeking; 2. No crossing the line; 3. No snoring; 4. No going to the toilet whenever you want. I laughed when I saw it. "You can't tell me what to do when I go to the toilet?" "Of course I can. It'll disturb my sleep," she said. "
I'm going to take a shower." She put on her slippers, walked to the bathroom door, and turned back to say, "No peeking." I saw her alluring demeanor after drinking, her shy face, and felt a pang of pity. Outside, the rain poured down, and steam escaped from the bathroom door, carrying a faint scent of roses. The sound of the shower water mingled with the rain, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night.
“Are you out of your mind? Why aren’t you answering?” She poked her wet head out from under the door, steam rising from her hair. “Go to the balcony and get me a towel, quick.”
“I can’t go to the balcony,” I said. “I can’t cross the line you drew,”
she chuckled. “It doesn’t count yet, it only takes effect after we go to sleep.”
“Okay,” I got her the towel from the balcony, knocked on the door, and she said, “Stay away from the door.” Then, a mop came out from inside and she said, “Drape the towel over there, okay, thank you.”
She came out radiantly, her thin nightgown outlining her beautiful curves, her breasts prominent, nipples clearly visible, a hot towel wrapped around her head, wriggling as she mopped the floor. She exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance and charm. Since my live-in girlfriend left me, I hadn’t been in such a warm environment and been so close to a woman. My heart was pounding, and I felt a warm, uncomfortable heat all over my body. After I finished washing up, she was already in bed reading a book, still in her nightgown.
I casually flipped through an English version of *The Bridges of Madison County* on the bedside table. She asked in surprise, "You speak English?" "Ha, that's what I majored in at Yimeng University." "You graduated from university? Impressive, I didn't know." "Ha, look at your eyes." I laughed, easing the awkwardness between us.
"Don't you drink?" She took a bottle of wine from the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and poured half a glass. "Sorry, there's only one glass, just make do." She poured me some wine in a paper cup.
Seeing her rosy cheeks glowing with the aroma of wine, I really wanted to take a sip. I reminded her, "You can't drink anymore, it'll be bad." She smiled and said, "Just a little to sober up." Ha, what a ridiculous excuse!
She was probably drunk, or maybe tired, and fell asleep on the bed. In the dim light of the wall lamp, I saw a happy smile on her charming little mouth. She was probably having a sweet dream again. I hope her dream comes true and she's happy every day. When she turned over, the corner of the blanket fell to the floor, revealing her long, slender legs. She was probably quite drunk and didn't notice at all. The autumn wind blew in from the window, bringing a chill. I stood on the chalk line she had drawn for me on the floor, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked over and gently covered her with the blanket.
"What are you doing? Why did you cross the line?" She sat up abruptly, looking at me sleepily. I felt embarrassed. "You're not asleep? I was afraid you'd get cold." "
How could I sleep? Being with a stranger, you can only know their face, not their heart. I have to sleep with one eye open. I've been keeping an eye on you for a while." She laughed again. "Get me a glass of water. I can't sleep anyway. Let's chat for a while."
"I didn't expect you to be so clever for your age." I smiled and handed her a glass of water.
“Do you know why I let you stay?” She drank her water, her expression heavy. “Because you resemble someone so much. Living with him gives me a sense of security.”
“Oh, who is he?”
“My brother. Sadly, he’s dead.” She said, her eyes brimming with tears.
Part One, Chapter Four: The Mystery of My Own Background
I’ve never seen my father since I was little. I don’t know what he looks like. I was raised single-handedly by Grandma Zhu. When I was very young, I knew my mother was very busy. She worked in Shenzhen and sent money home every month, which was our only source of income. Besides that, we knew nothing about her—which company she worked for or what her profession was. Alas, my mother was an enigma to my brother and me. Sometimes she was gentle and kind enough to bring tears to your eyes, and other times she was very irritable, making us both hate and fear her.
Grandma Zhu was my mother’s distant aunt, practically like my adoptive mother. After her husband died, she lived with us, raising my brother and me. She was a great benefactor to our family. By seniority, I should call her maternal grandmother, but she and my mother made us call her paternal grandmother. Some people even thought she was our paternal grandmother. After my mother returned from Shenzhen to start her own business, she lived with us. My mother said she originally intended to take care of her in her old age and see her off in her final days, but after my brother's accident, she couldn't bear the shock and blow and hurriedly returned to her rural hometown.
My brother was a top student in university, handsome, strong, and an idol in the hearts of many girls, so he had many suitors. Alas, I never thought his life would be so bitter. He was ruined by a bad girl, and also by his cowardice and kindness, his infatuation and selfishness. Wu Wenwen's tone was heavy, her expression complex, and her words slow. Finally, she said that the two of them had committed suicide together. On a day when the waves roared, on a dark and cloudy evening, they jumped into the vast blue sea. When my mother and I arrived, there were many people gathered at the beach. They lay on the sand, letting the surging waves roar and rage around them. For love, they embarked on a path of no return. What they left behind for the world was their bodies tightly embraced, never to be separated, and the infinite grief and longing of their loved ones, as well as many doubts and questions for me. What baffles me even more is my mother's behavior. Her eyes flashed with pain and regret, resentment and helplessness. Could this be related to her?
Today is the anniversary of my brother's death. In my longing, pain, depression and troubles, I got drunk, letting alcohol numb my senses, letting me forget the joys and sorrows of the past, forget the lost loved ones, forget everything I should and shouldn't forget. My mind is blank. The continuous rain outside the window is my tears of longing. Who is my mother? She is just the one who gave birth to me. In my memory, besides Grandma Zhu, my brother is my only relative. Other children are surrounded by their parents during holidays, fully enjoying family happiness. We can't. During the New Year, my brother holds me in his arms in the lonely twilight, on the cold streets, perhaps in Grandma Zhu's arms, watching people come and go to visit relatives. I envy him so much. My hometown isn't here. I've never met my father, and I don't even know where my hometown is. My brother and I would stand by the window, gazing at the starry sky, waiting for a phone call from our mother, seemingly from a distant horizon. This brought us some comfort.
I remember once, I got into a fight with a boy in my class over an eraser. In the heat of the moment, I bit him hard. He flew into a rage, cursing not only my ancestors but also calling my mother a prostitute, a shameless whore, and that I was an unwanted bastard who would grow up to be a used woman, a whore. I burst into tears, almost fainting. When my brother found out, he wiped my tears, comforted me, his eyes bloodshot, filled with a vengeful rage. After school, on the boy's path, he kicked him, flipped him over, pinned him to the ground, and beat him mercilessly, stuffing his mouth full of dog feces. When my mom found out, she flew into a rage, beat my brother severely, and kicked him out of the house. "My brother is so pitiful," she said, "just like you now, homeless, wandering the streets, like a lost dog.
" "I'm not like your brother," I interrupted her, correcting her. "I'm not pitiful. My home is in the remote mountains. I'm a happy vagrant."
She took a sip of water and continued her rambling. After my brother died, my mom kept a very close eye on me, treating me like a precious gem. She was especially picky about my friends, using a combination of kindness and severity, afraid I'd be deceived or neglect my studies. She was particularly wary of me making friends with the opposite sex, as if installing a firewall around me, and strictly forbade dating during school, saying that early-blooming buds are easily killed by frost. Ha, she smiled slightly. If my mom knew I had a male friend in my dorm, my situation tomorrow would be similar to my brother's.
A sharp pain gripped my heart, a mixture of sympathy and pity for her, a sense of relief mixed with fear. She had a kind and lovable older brother, and a respectable yet terrifying mother. Would my meeting and acquaintance bring her trouble, even utter ruin? What kind of mother did she have? Why did she seem both kind and frightening, both gentle and mysterious? For Wu Wenwen's sake, and for my own, in the pitch-black night, I rushed into the icy rain, into the biting autumn wind. I wanted to clear my friend's name.
"Your car keys." Under the streetlights in the autumn rain, the car keys traced a bright arc as they fell from the building.
Part One, Chapter Five: A Beach Adventure
. A beautiful seaside park, the sky a clear blue, the sea like silk, colorful parasols dotting the golden sand like mushrooms after the rain. People enjoyed delicious food while admiring the magnificent autumn scenery of the sea.
At the Peach Blossom Island Hotel's outdoor dining area, a delicate self-service grill was set up. I ordered several kinds of seafood, placed them on the grill, sprinkled some seasoning on them, and a spicy seafood aroma wafted up. I then called Wu Wenwen.
"Beautiful lady, why aren't you here yet?" To thank her for fixing my car, I specially treated her to grilled seafood here.
"Oh, I'll come after class," her cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone, "You're rich now, why are you eating seafood there? It's very expensive." "
Haha, as long as you do me the honor, as long as I can win a smile from a beauty, it's worth spending a little money." I laughed it off, but my heart was bleeding. I knew this was my only chance, because after selling the car, I would truly have nothing. I was worrying about my future. It was very likely that I would leave this beautiful seaside city and go to another unfamiliar city to find a way out.
I placed the grilled seafood on a stainless steel plate, and it immediately emitted an enticing spicy aroma. When Wu Wenwen came later, I would add some sesame oil and we could enjoy a delicious all-you-can-eat grilled seafood.
The wind picked up, the sea breeze was humid and carried a faint salty taste, and I stood up and put on my trench coat. Suddenly, I felt a bump on my head and something wet on my neck. I turned around and saw that I had knocked over a lady's orange juice. She exclaimed "Wow!" and we looked at each other, exclaiming in unison, "It's you?" It was Yu Qian, my good friend from two years of college at Yimeng University, a young and beautiful campus belle. We gave each other a high five, the most intimate greeting between boys and girls in school. This high five shortened the distance between us, as if we had returned to our student days. Seeing me sitting there alone, she generously sat down, eating barbecue and chatting with interest. "I didn't expect to run into you here. How are things going?"
“Ha,” I gave a barely perceptible bitter smile, saying nothing. I simply placed the grilled seafood on the plate in front of her.
“Heh, it tastes really good.” She smiled sweetly, then suddenly put down the squid she had just put in her mouth, asking suspiciously, “Are you waiting for someone? Waiting for your girlfriend?”
“Well, a female student I just met. I might be leaving this city soon, so I had to say goodbye to her.” I fiddled with a cup in my hand, speaking absentmindedly.
“I heard from my classmates that you run a decoration and advertising company, and it’s doing very well. Why are you leaving?” Yu Qian asked with interest, her hands supporting her chin, looking innocent and adorable. I thought that if I weren’t so dejected, I would pursue her. Now I have nothing; what right do I have to pursue love and be loved? I have become an outcast of society, a failed entrepreneur in this city. Thinking about what I have done, I feel utterly ashamed.
“Oh, I want a change of scenery,” I stammered, trying my best to hide my dejected expression.
"Goodbye, my friend is waiting for me." She held a half-full glass of orange juice, smiled slightly, and handed me a gold-embossed business card: "This is my business card, I hope you'll keep in touch." I saw it read: Yu Qian, reporter for the *City Express*. Oh, no wonder she seemed so carefree; she seemed to be living a very comfortable life.
The phone rang; it was Wu Wenwen. I answered, and her intoxicating voice said, "Li Qiang, I'm sorry, I have something to do and can't make it." "Oh, we already made plans. What's so important that you can't even have dinner?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, a boyfriend invited me to dinner," she said, giggling. I felt frustrated, like I'd been tricked. Just as I was about to get up and leave, Wu Wenwen was already sitting across from me, laughing heartily. "What, thinking of leaving? Tell me the truth, who is that lady to you? I've been watching you
two for ages." My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly handed her the freshly grilled spicy shrimp. She looked around and whispered, "Is she your girlfriend?"
I mimicked her gaze and said mysteriously, "More or less."
"Oh," her voice suddenly changed, becoming somewhat hoarse. She placed the spicy shrimp on her plate, looking somewhat distracted, staring blankly at me, when suddenly a chill ran down her spine. I asked, "Are you cold?" She said, "I'm not cold. The seawater is warm; I want to take a swim."
The autumn waves laden with white foam, and those who love the sea still cling to the last vestiges of summer, heading to the warm waters, to her vast and expansive embrace to enjoy the sea's cleansing, to experience the joy of battling the waves. In the embrace of the sea, one becomes broad-minded and carefree.
She rented a pink couple's cabin by herself, changed into a blue and white swimsuit, and rushed into the vast sea without looking back, swimming thirty or forty meters. The autumn sea was turbulent with undercurrents. I hurriedly called out to her to come back, but she seemed not to hear and kept swimming.
I quickly took off my outer clothes, jumped into the sea in my underwear. I swam to her side, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back. She cried, turned around, and hugged my neck tightly, kissing me passionately, her fingers trembling as she traced lines on my body. "You heartless bastard, you don't understand human feelings. Let go, let me die." I felt a burning pain all over my body, my arms covered in scratches from her cuts. Suddenly ,
I felt an inexplicable happiness and pleasure. I held her tightly, letting her sensual lips rain kisses on me. In the seawater
, my hands roamed freely over her body, and she squinted her eyes, completely entranced. "Yes, carry me to the shore. I want everyone to envy me. I love you." My hands trembled. This sudden confession, this unexpected happiness, made my heart flutter, my blood boil, and my vision blurred with tears. I wanted to hold her tightly and shout to everyone, "I love you!" Just as I carried her to the shallow end, I noticed my underwear was torn. Wu Wenwen blushed, bent over laughing, and pushed me into the deeper water. "Wait a minute," she said, rushing to the service area to buy me a pair of swimming trunks so I could change in the water. I jokingly complained, "Darling, your love is too intense." In the couple's hut on the beach, we kissed freely, chatted happily, feeling that life was so beautiful and sweet. Despite the throngs of tourists on the beach and the roaring waves of the sea, we loved each other dearly, making vows of eternal love. "Will you truly love me? Will you love me forever and never change your heart?" At that moment, the woman was sweetly silly. "I will, I will love you forever, in this life and the next." I unbuttoned her swimsuit, caressing her firm breasts. She closed her eyes in excitement, her whole body trembling. "Oh, is this your first time?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes half-closed. I released her, as if admiring a precious jade. I was infatuated, yet I couldn't bear to touch her. I couldn't allow even the slightest stain to be placed on her soul. She was too perfect, so perfect that I couldn't bear to touch her. "Don't you want to?" she asked gently, looking up, guiding my hand inside her clothes. I know I was being incredibly foolish then, a little overwhelmed. A surge of heat welled up inside me, as if I were about to explode. This happiness came too suddenly, too unexpectedly, too unprepared. "I love you. From today onward, everything I have is yours." Her love, her innocence, her passion moved me. My resolve strengthened. I couldn't betray her. I couldn't let this moment of passion leave regrets. She needed to calm down. I slowly withdrew my hand from her clothes; I needed to calm down too. She looked at me with wide, confused eyes. "Don't you love me? Say something." "I love you," I kissed her gently. "But I'm a penniless vagrant now. I don't deserve your love." "You're bad, you're a complete scoundrel." She cried, clinging to me. "Even if you go to the ends of the earth, I'll be with you." I was moved by her love. If I didn't accept it, it would hurt her even more, and I would regret it for the rest of my life. At dusk, colorful lights lit up the beach, which was still bustling with activity. Wu Wenwen and I walked out of our love cabin. We were now an inseparable couple. The power of love was so strong. She said, "For the first time, I realized that there are people in the world closer than my mother and brother. You are my closest family." As she spoke, tears of emotion welled up in her eyes. This was her first love. Besides the unforgettable love I felt for her, I also felt guilt and responsibility. We came to a reef, the other side of which bordered the sea. Waves crashed against the rocks, and from the highest point, we saw sheer cliffs and swirling, bottomless blue waters. On a relatively flat rock, Wu Wenwen pulled me to kneel and kowtow to the sea, then made me kneel and kowtow again. Seeing my confused look, she sobbed, "This is where my brother died for love." She kowtowed three times and said to me, "This is for my brother. Let's swear an oath to the Sea Goddess, that we will grow old together, and if either of us changes our hearts, may we fall off this precipice and die a horrible death." I quickly covered her mouth and we swore an oath together, never to be separated. I was deeply moved, embracing her tightly and kissing her passionately. "From now on, we're one person," I said emotionally. Her phone rang. She snapped out of her reverie, checked the number, and suddenly turned pale. She hurriedly answered, "Mom, it's me. Oh, I'm at school. What? You're waiting for me in the dorm?" Turning to me, she said, "My mom came to the school to find me. I have to go back. Goodbye, darling." She hugged and kissed me, muttering to herself, "At worst, I'll jump off a cliff. I'm not afraid." What kind of person was her mother? Why was she so fearful, so timid? Oh, everything was just beginning. We would enter each other's hearts, we would walk a long road together. I quickly hailed a taxi for her.

Chapter Seven of Part One: Good Things
Take Time. I tried calling Wu Wenwen, but her phone was always off. Worried, I went to the university town to find her. Just as I approached the university town, a black Audi pulled up. A middle-aged woman got out, wearing tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, with fair skin, appearing refined and elegant. She politely stopped me.
"Are you Mr. Li Qiang?" I was stunned. How did she know me? "I'm Wu Wenwen's mother. I have something I'd like to talk to you about."
Hearing that she was my future mother-in-law, I stood there respectfully, like a schoolboy listening to her lecture. She got straight to the point: "Wenwen is still young and immature, her actions are foolish and childish. Besides, she's still studying. I hope you won't go looking for her from now on, so as not to interfere with her studies." She looked serious.
"We truly love each other, really, Auntie!" I felt a little awkward in front of her.
"Outrageous! How could that be? Who are you? Besides, she's still so young. Shut up!" She was furious. I understood then; my six months of homelessness had left a deep impression on people. I finally understood why so many people knew me. "You'd better watch yourself. From today onwards, if I find you with her, don't blame me for being rude." With that, she slammed the car door shut and drove away.
Wu Wenwen had made great sacrifices for me. From her words and actions, I could tell why she loved me so madly, knowing I had nothing yet still so devoted. Was it simply because I resembled her brother? Alas, sometimes love is unpredictable. As the saying goes, "Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will not meet even face to face.
" The phone rang. It was Wenwen calling. My heart tightened instantly, but unexpectedly, a cheerful voice came from the other end: "Qiang, wait for me! Let's play together tonight."
"Oh." My heart finally relaxed.
"My mom came to see you?" she asked suddenly, her voice tinged with sadness. "She kept me under house arrest for two days over the weekend, but I've just been released."
"Oh, I've thought about it. You're still young; don't talk about relationships, it'll affect your studies." I didn't want to put her in a difficult position.
"You jerk, why are you saying that? Do you know how hard it is to love someone? You can't even handle a little setback? Are you even a man?" She sobbed. "I've missed you so much these past few days, and you still say that."
My blood boiled. What a wonderful girl, what a beautiful life, what a vibrant future. No matter what storms we weather, I will still love you.
I was in high spirits, walking aimlessly along the rain-soaked streets of Fuhai Road. Someone put their arm around my neck, and I smelled the scent of wild roses. In the wet shampoo shop, a girl with bright red lips was making strange gestures. "Hey buddy, wanna have some fun?" I saw her low-cut top revealing two round, white breasts, and suddenly I thought of Wu Wenwen—her cute little lips, her charming smile, her sexy little bottom. I gently pushed her hand away. "Hmph, stop pretending to be so virtuous, ptooey!" the young lady scoffed.
"Shall we go to the Deserted Island Amusement Park?" Wu Wenwen came to my side and hugged me, her face beaming with happiness.
The Deserted Island Amusement Park had song and dance performances every night; going there seemed like a good idea.
Walking along the road, inhaling the jasmine scent emanating from her, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, tonight I'll definitely win her over, making her a docile little kitten in my arms. Suddenly, a rush of heat coursed through my body.
The Deserted Island Amusement Park was located on a small island in the sea, very close to the shore. Every night, the music was deafening, and the neon lights reflected the seawater in vibrant colors, mysterious and alluring. Wenwen and I went to a private box, and the song and dance performance on stage began. After watching for a while, I gently caressed her breasts; she breathed softly, and as she groped my lower body, I felt a warm sensation. I felt the urge to urinate, so I left the box and went to the beach to pee.
Suddenly, two men emerged from the woods, shining flashlights at me and stammering, "Li—Li Qiang." I instinctively answered, then felt a heavy blow to the head, hot blood streaming down my face. Damn it, I'd been ambushed.
Wu Wenwen ran from the private room, hugged me tightly, pulled out tissues to wipe my face, and cried, "Let's take you to the hospital."
I wiped my face, pressed a tissue to my head, smeared some blood, and licked it. "This little injury doesn't need a hospital visit. Damn it, I don't understand why he hit me."
"What did they look like?"
"One of them was big, spoke with a damn Northeastern accent, and stuttered a bit," I said.
Wu Wenwen cried, hugging me tightly, "My mom sent them. He's been following me for days, trying to separate us."
Surprised, angry, and ashamed, I raised my hand and slapped her hard.
She burst into tears.
Chapter Eight of Part One:
Things in cohabitation often don't go according to plan, and sometimes they even backfire. In matters of marriage, excessive interference often acts like a catalyst, accelerating the process. My rapid cohabitation with Wu Wenwen was thanks to her mother's rude interference and unreasonable demands.
My advertising and decoration company reopened in a simple storefront near the university town. I deeply understood that one should never despair or become decadent; one must strive, rise up, and seize opportunities.
Wu Wenwen had been incredibly busy these past few days, coming to help after class. On the second floor of the storefront, she did some simple renovations, placing a makeshift bed and a bookcase—this became my bedroom. She hung a huge nude photograph of Tongali on the wall, showcasing her fair skin, beautiful lines, and alluring features. "Darling, take it down, it'll torture me to look at it," I joked.
Her face flushed slightly, she smiled shyly, and playfully slapped my crotch with the back of her hand, saying with a blissful expression, "Don't get any wild ideas, you wish."
We officially started living together. My twenty-two-year-old youth was thus made brilliant.
Every evening after class, she would design and plan advertising layouts with me. Yu Qian again placed my advertisement in a prominent position in the *City News*, and my advertising and decoration company flourished once more.
I couldn't forget the source of my success. I thought of Yu Qian again; without her help and selfless assistance, my second entrepreneurial venture wouldn't have been so successful. At the Yahe International Hotel, I hosted a banquet for her.
When classmates meet, I extend both hands to give her a high-five. If Wu Wenwen hadn't been there, I would have wanted to hug her tightly. Wu Wenwen laughed, "What kind of etiquette is this?"
After a few pleasantries, we all took our seats. I noticed that Yu Qian was quite different from the last time I met her. She was dressed in designer clothes, and I noticed that the car she was in had a license plate number ending in 00-00. I knew this was the official car of a member of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee; her connections were extraordinary, and her influence was not to be underestimated.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the conversation gradually became more lively. While I spoke, Wu Wenwen squinted at Yu Qian, as if she harbored some secret. On the way back, she said, "I know that classmate of yours. She's Vice Mayor Wu's mistress."
"Which one?" I was incredulous. Vice Mayor Wu had only been transferred from out of town less than six months ago, and he was already involved with her. Things are truly inexplicable these days. A man in his fifties and a young girl—perhaps even younger than his daughter—how could he do that? Yu Qian, why did you do this to yourself?
Back home, I carried her to the sofa, her bra just torn off, ready for a passionate, epic lovemaking session. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I was taking off her underwear and impatiently said, "What are you knocking for? Wrong number." The door was suddenly flung open, and her mother appeared in the doorway. I received a hard slap across the face, and it stung instantly.
"You little bastard, you little hooligan, what have you done? I'll beat you to death!" she roared angrily, followed by another slap.
“Go home,” his mother said, pulling her along. Then several burly men burst in and started punching and kicking me. I saw stars and fell to the ground.
Wu Wenwen frantically shielded me, screaming hysterically, "What are you doing? A bunch of wild beasts! Are you trying to kill me? I don't want to live anymore!" With that, she slammed her head against the wall, bleeding profusely, and fainted. Her mother
held her tightly, crying, "Child, don't do this! Oh God, what happened?" The outcome of things often takes unexpected turns. In the end, my mother let me stay at her house, with Wu Wenwen returning home once a week. To meet her request and for her studies, the mother made the biggest concession and sacrifice, hoping we would both behave ourselves. She had already lost a son; she didn't want her only daughter to suffer the same fate. A parent's heart is always full of love and worry. Wu Wenwen bit her lip, her heart filled with agitation and unease. She hugged her mother tightly and cried. I was utterly astonished and confused. I didn't know what she was up to. Was she trying to distance herself from us, or perhaps hire a free bodyguard? Looking at her still-attractive face, I thought, maybe—? Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to accept it. For love, for the future. To my surprise, her place was very ordinary, a small apartment of less than 80 square meters. There was a narrow corridor leading in; her mother's bedroom was in the front, her daughter's in the back, and at the end of the corridor was a small room of about five or six square meters. It used to hold several cardboard boxes, which Wu Wenwen cleaned for me after clearing them out. She then put a spare single bed in the storage room and added a simple bookcase—that became my bedroom. Wu Wenwen told me that her mother was a department store manager, surnamed Wang, and that she would call her Aunt Wang from now on. She was frugal, shrewd, and capable. Her family was poor when she was young, and it had been hard-won that she had reached her current position after more than twenty years of hard work. She sometimes had a bad temper, which was hard to accept, and she hoped I could be patient and careful in my dealings. She said that once I graduated, we would get married, and then we could live happily ever after in our own little world. I held her close, my hand slipping inside her bra, my fingertips gently caressing her nipples. She shyly squeezed my hand, guiding it into her panties, which were already wet. Her tongue swirled in my mouth as I pulled her onto the bed. "Where has everyone gone? A bunch of lazybones, not helping at all," Aunt Wang said, holding the computer tower. "I have an extra bookcase in my bedroom, and this thing is too big for me. I have to reluctantly part with it. Where do you think we should put it?" "We can put it in the living room!" Wenwen said casually, quickly pulling up her pants. "No, no, people are always coming and going." "Then put it in my bedroom. Anyone can come and use it." She tidied her messy hair and left my bedroom. "Okay, we'll put it in Wenwen's bedroom then," she said. I quickly zipped up my pants. I realized Aunt Wang's good intentions; making love with Wenwen in this environment was almost impossible—the distractions were too great. I quickly moved the computer tower to Wenwen's bedroom and set it up. Wenwen was going to live at school tonight, in an unfamiliar place, and I felt very awkward. After dinner, Wu Wenwen was going to school. I saw her off. She hugged me tightly, as if it were a farewell from life to death. My lower body ached from her grip, yet it felt so good. "My mother means well, I'll understand, right?" What could I say? I could only feel gratitude and try my best. In the shade of the trees on the street, in the cool autumn breeze, I kissed her goodbye. She was like a docile little lamb. In the days to come, I would live under the same roof as her mother, sharing a room. What kind of story would unfold? Oh, seeing her mother, so different before and after, people are truly unpredictable. Back in the bedroom, Aunt Wang was looking at some information on the computer. She called me over, saying she wasn't very familiar with computers and asked for my help. I quickly found the information and printed it out. She smiled and brought me a glass of honey water, which felt sweet and warm. She smiled at me gently and kindly. Although Aunt Wang was forty-six years old, her skin was well-maintained, her figure was perfect, and she dressed fashionably, looking less than forty. Truly, a woman past her prime, still charming. As I researched, she watched beside me, her thick, alluringly fragrant hair brushing against my face, making my heart flutter. She was my girlfriend's mother, my Aunt Wang. I tried my best to calm my turbulent emotions, silently repeating to myself. She was indeed very busy, handling client contracts, business information, and employee work status at night, remaining silent for quite some time. When she worked, she was very focused, her lips pursed, her long hair cascading like a waterfall onto the table, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes smiling sweetly and contentedly. Watching her work was truly a pleasure. "Hey, you should go to sleep early, you've had a hard day." The stern eyes behind her glasses were so gentle at that moment, like the soft light emanating from a wall lamp. Back in my dorm, there was an A4 sheet of paper on my desk, with three rules written on it. Ha. I read them carefully: 1. Maintain a regular schedule and be home by 9:30 pm sharp. 2. No bringing strangers home. 3. Pay attention to hygiene and maintain good neighborly relations. 4. Any unresolved matters will be discussed and resolved. Ha, I'm really tired. Wu Wenwen isn't around. I quickly took off my shoes and socks, pulled the covers up, picked up a book, and sat in bed reading. "Come out," a deep, but undeniably authoritative voice came from under the door, "Go take a shower. This child, so unhygienic." Chapter Ten of Part One: My Girlfriend's Mother. My girlfriend's mother lived with me. She was forty-six, yet looked so young. I was twenty-two, but appeared mature and composed. Sharing a room with her was somewhat awkward, yet also illogical. I racked my brains, asking myself honestly, swearing on my twenty-two years of youth, that there must be some unspeakable secret or untold hardship involved. It was just something I was trying to hide from my distraught self and my naive girlfriend. I came here for love, and was troubled by it. My girlfriend's mother was a lonely, mysterious person. Her forty-six-year-old face, like a rose, was so beautiful and captivating. Behind her thick glasses, one could see her complex inner world and rich emotions, but not her inner sorrow and troubles. She was a very calculating person, her inner world churning, yet outwardly she remained calm and composed. What was wrong with me? In a small bar, I got completely drunk. I regretted it; why did I agree to stay here? Who am I? What if something happened between us? How could I explain it to my girlfriend? I stumbled up to the fifth floor, fumbling for my keys for ages without finding them, and even when I did, I couldn't find the keyhole. So I pounded on the door, thinking Aunt Wang must have heard me. Okay, someone came to open the door wearing slippers; the sound of slippers hitting the floor was crisp in the quiet night. The door opened a crack, and I eagerly squeezed in. Suddenly, a mop landed on my head: "Whose night owl are you, meowing so loudly in the middle of the night?" "Go take a shower, why are you drinking so much cat pee?" Aunt Wang gently and affectionately scolded me, pouring me a cup of strong tea. "We live in Unit 4, what are you doing in Unit 3? You never remember anything." I hurriedly took off my clothes and went to the bathroom. The bathroom smelled of perfume. In this bathroom, devoid of masculine scent, a subtle change occurred in my mind and body, making my thoughts wander. The soap I was using might have just been used by my girlfriend's mother, still carrying a woman's scent. Thinking of kisses and hugs with my girlfriend, a certain part of my body became particularly excited and active. Whenever I thought of these things, I pinched my thigh hard, feeling so ugly, so despicable. So much so that after the shower, my thigh was covered in bruises. In a corner of the bathhouse, there was a basin containing Wu Wenwen and her mother's clean clothes. Usually, her mother would wash them for her. Now, she was probably too tired. I knew the shopping mall where she worked was undergoing restructuring, and her work was very demanding. I didn't learn much in my two years of university, but I'm absolutely amazing at doing laundry, because it's my secret weapon for winning over girls. I'm going to start there and make a good first impression on Aunt Wang.

Without further ado, I poured laundry detergent into the basin, and instantly, foam flew everywhere in the bathroom. In no time, the basin was full of clean clothes. My girlfriend's pink underwear, which I knew so well, was also washed and hung out to dry on the balcony. While hanging up a pair of pants, I found a crumpled piece of paper, and my heart skipped a beat. Was it a lottery ticket? Or someone's love letter? I quickly unfolded it and saw a line of fluent regular script: "You bastard, my daughter and I are doing just fine without you. Don't come to see me, or I'll never forgive you." The last few digits were 135—the number was illegible. I was puzzled. Who was this draft text message Aunt Wang was sending? Could it be Wu Wenwen's father? But she had said she had never met her father and didn't know who he was. It's tragic that someone lives in this world without even knowing who their own father is! Why didn't the mother tell her? Why didn't she let the father and daughter meet?
My girlfriend's mother lived a simple and easygoing life, unconcerned with details. She worked hard and studied diligently. "Xiao Li, please, make some porridge." She'd say in the morning. "Xiao Li, could you please wash my socks?" In the evening, she'd be as excited as a child.
She loved playing computer games, and when she encountered a fun game, she'd excitedly shout, "Xiao Li, look! I won another game!"
At that moment, I'd put down what I was doing and play computer games with her. Her skills weren't great; she'd only pass the fifth level of Monopoly before jumping around excitedly, saying, "Xiao Li, look how good I am!" I thought to myself, I could easily beat twenty levels in a row. But I'd still praise her repeatedly. She'd toss her slightly yellow hair, her eyes crinkling into slits with laughter.
Her most leisurely time was after a long day of work, when she'd go to the public bathhouse for a hot shower. She'd leave a small crack in the door, letting wisps of steam escape, carrying the scent of jasmine or roses, the sound of towels rubbing against her body, and the sound of her panting heavily from the heat. Afterwards, she put on her pajamas, her steaming hair loose, and sat on the sofa, eating sunflower seeds and watching TV. She didn't dare watch Korean dramas, afraid of getting addicted and neglecting her work.
At this time, I would watch TV with her or help her look up information online. She would also unceremoniously order me around, which I gladly accepted. Sometimes she would lie on the sofa, remote control in hand, and say, "Wenwen, get me a glass of water." I knew she considered me her girlfriend again, so I would pour her a glass of honey water.
Sometimes she was so tired that she would fall asleep on the sofa while watching TV. When I came over after finishing my research, I couldn't help but blush. Under her thin pajamas, she wasn't wearing underwear. It seems that habit has become second nature -
Chapters 11-15 ,
Part One, Chapter Eleven: The Troubles of Sleeping Naked.
What pains and bothers me most is that my habit of sleeping naked has never changed; it's a bad habit formed since childhood. Back then, my family was poor and couldn't afford underwear, so sleeping naked was perfectly normal. Now, I sometimes sleep in my underwear, and when I wake up, I find it's gone—sometimes under my pillow, sometimes under the bed. It's become my biggest annoyance.
When I lived with my girlfriend, she would often put her legs on me. One night, she'd suddenly get up, turn on the light, see me sleeping naked, and punch my shoulder, saying, "You're so naughty! Why aren't you wearing underwear? It's so hairy and scary!" But I still couldn't break the habit. Later, my girlfriend started sleeping naked, and she said, "You're really naughty! Sleeping naked is so comfortable, why didn't you tell me sooner?" I said, "It's all my fault, please don't blame me."
When I first started sleeping at my girlfriend's house, I was afraid my bad habit would cause misunderstanding and dissatisfaction from her mother, so I slept in my underpants, tying them tightly around my waist, as if afraid of being humiliated. In the middle of the night, my lower body felt like it was covered in quills, so itchy that I couldn't sleep all night. So I closed the door, took off all my clothes, and slept soundly all night. Perhaps I slept too comfortably, or perhaps my longing for my girlfriend was too intense, for I dreamt of a dream world, a dream of a fantastical realm. I dreamt that my girlfriend and I were making love on a large Simmons bed, embracing, kissing, and caressing each other. When I woke up, I felt a chill between my legs; I wiped it and found a sticky pool of semen. Looking at the sheets and blankets, I saw maps drawn all over them, with many irregular little islands scattered about. I felt ashamed and uneasy.
That evening, in the woods by the sea, I held my girlfriend and poured out my longing. My hands roamed restlessly over her breasts. When I told her I had dreamt of a fantastical realm, and that she had become one of the Thirteen Beauties of Nanjing, and cautiously begged her to give me a chance, to wash the bedding for me over the weekend, she blushed and burst into laughter, one hand on a tree, the other clutching her stomach, laughing until it hurt. Suddenly she turned back and said, "I don't believe it. People say they dream about other women. Tell me, who did you dream about?"
I swore that it really was her in my dream, and that we made love, the sea and the heavens as witnesses.
"Tell me, what clothes did you dream about me wearing?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"You weren't wearing any clothes, you just took off your underwear and went straight in." I tried hard to recall the dream from that night, probably like Jia Baoyu's dream of visiting the "Land of Illusion." Except he dreamed of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, my luck with women wasn't as great as his, but the result was the same.
"Isn't there anything different?" She looked into my eyes, as if she could see through my heart, to see if I was lying.
"It's like she had permed hair, while you had it straight, that's the only difference." I regretted saying it; did she really have to question a dream?
She thought about it seriously, then suddenly pounded my chest, crying out, "You're bad, you're bad! I know who you dreamed about! You dreamed about being with her, so why are you coming to me?"
Isn't it absurd? Getting so angry over a dream. Curious and amused, I asked with a smile, "Tell me, who did I dream about?"
"Yu Qian, she had her hair permed! You must be together with her, boohoo. What are you doing here?" She shoved me aside and ran back to school along the path.
Watching my chance slip away, I stomped my feet in regret. Yu Qian, you sly fox, why did you get your hair permed?
I noticed Aunt Wang had been very friendly lately. In her gentle gaze, there was a hint of approval, a smile, gradually revealing the look of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, which made me feel warm and comforted. I worked even harder, filling gas cylinders, washing clothes, unclogging drains—I did it all tirelessly, getting more and more energetic with each task.
One evening, I was designing an advertisement, and she sat beside me, looking at me with approving eyes. After a long while, she said, "You're really talented." My heart was filled with sweetness. What praise could possibly excite me more than that of my future mother-in-law?
"You don't close the door at night and often kick off the covers; that's a bad habit. It's getting colder, be careful not to catch a cold," she said slowly and deliberately.

I believe my face was ashamed, as if I'd been stripped naked in public. If there were a crack in the floor, I would have crawled through it without hesitation. Although she didn't say it outright, I felt ashamed and regretful for my behavior, especially in this environment and atmosphere. I secretly vowed to myself that I would change my bad habits, even if it meant going through fire and water.
My girlfriend came back on the weekend. She came very early in the morning while I was still sleeping. She tiptoed in, playfully pulled back my covers, and suddenly exclaimed, "Wow! What's wrong with you? Why are you sleeping in your underwear?" Then, grinning, she said, "Do you think my perm looks good?"
Without saying a word, I grabbed her and threw her hard onto the bed.
My girlfriend’s mother called out from the bedroom: “What’s that sound? Did you kick off the blankets again?”
Part 1, Chapter 12: My Little Cousin in the Countryside (1)
Aunt Wang left in a hurry after breakfast. She was too busy with work. She was like a clock that was wound up and never stopped. “If I’m ever idle, it means that part of me is malfunctioning,” she said.
Wenwen was back in bed taking a nap, looking like an adorable little pig. She must have been too excited yesterday. She was supposed to be home that night, but her classmates had a party over the weekend, partying all night and keeping me waiting. I hadn't slept well at all. I yawned, rubbed my sleepy eyes, tied my tie, and got ready for work. Looking at her sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb her, so I gently kissed her rosy cheeks. She suddenly sat up and whispered, "My mom's gone?" I nodded.
She was as excited as a child, tearing off my suit jacket and hugging and kissing me. She lifted her thin nightgown. Oh, you little slut, you didn't wear underwear to bed again? I saw her like a ripe peach, radiating endless charm. I casually tore off her nightgown, letting her alluring body become a beautiful world in my eyes. A greedy flame of desire flickered in my eyes, and a certain part of my body was itching to act. She excitedly patted my lower body, "Oh, it's all bulging again, like a little rabbit eager to pounce." I suddenly remembered a proverb: "Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit," which seemed to describe this perfectly.
Her fairy-like body lay before me, the delicate pubic hair on her lower body painted a beautiful rose-red in the morning glow. I felt like a hungry wolf with bloodshot eyes in a deep forest, eyeing a luscious young goat, and pounced on her without hesitation. "Ah, ah, you rogue, slow down, slow down. Oh," she moaned softly, like a beautiful serenade. I completely conquered her, like Genghis Khan conquering a monster. I loved the way she writhed beneath me, and I loved her moans of extreme excitement mixed with pain. There was a sense of accomplishment, a sense of pride.
"Ah, ah, you rogue, you've made a complete mess of me." She was as excited as if she had won the Nobel Prize, lying on the bed with her eyes half-closed, enjoying herself to the fullest. I was like a diligent farmer, toiling and sowing.
She glanced at the wall clock and suddenly said, "Hurry up and finish, my little cousin is coming soon."
I was in the middle of a great job, working and panting, and said, "Great, she's here! Your cousins can all come together."
"Pah, you scoundrel, you'll work yourself to death!"
Her cousin, Bingbing, was her aunt's child. She lost her father at a young age and grew up in an environment lacking paternal love. Later, her mother remarried, finding her a stepfather. This stepfather was idle and spent his days gambling and drinking. When he lost money, he would come home and beat his children. The family was destitute, and her mother was constantly in tears. Although Aunt Wang often provided financial assistance, this hopeless scoundrel threw away her kindness and became hopelessly addicted to gambling and drinking. Bingbing started school late, graduating from junior high at eighteen, blossoming into a graceful and beautiful young woman—truly a phoenix emerging from the mountains. The first time I saw her, my eyes widened.
"Hey," my girlfriend waved her hand in front of my face, interrupting my gaze. What are you doing? Why are your eyes fixed on me? You're making my little cousin so embarrassed.
My little cousin smiled sweetly and shyly, asking her older cousin, "Who is this?" From her bright eyes, I could tell she liked me, or at least had a good first impression.
"Oh, I picked up a big hooligan on the street," she said, laughing again.
My little cousin is clever; she quickly understood our relationship and happily said, "Ah, it's my cousin's husband." My
little cousin, you're so smart and cute! My girlfriend added, "He's my future husband, haha." My little
cousin is very diligent; she picked up the mop and started cleaning as soon as she put down her luggage, while my girlfriend hurriedly cooked for her. Seeing that it was getting late, I sat down at the computer to design an advertising layout. She looked at this and that curiously, like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, completely lost. Looking at her, I thought to myself, "When my girlfriend isn't home, someone will do the laundry and cooking for me." Looking at her beautiful face, like a delicate chrysanthemum on a hillside, she possessed a simple, healthy beauty, like a mountain breeze, like flowing clouds and water. I felt very comfortable and happy.
I taught her how to use the automatic washing machine to wash her outer clothes, and demonstrated it to her. I also taught her how to cook with a rice cooker and a gas stove. I said, "When I have time, I'll teach you how to use a computer. You can read, draw, type, watch movies, chat, and make more friends." She looked at me mysteriously and with a puzzled expression, nodding as if she understood. After a while, she managed to say, "You rich people have it so good; you don't have to do anything yourself."
Oh, my dear little cousin, you are still young, and there is so much you need to learn. Your blossoming age is like a blank sheet of paper, ready to be filled with the most beautiful words and drawn with the most beautiful pictures.
"Cousin, can I stay here for a long time?" she asked, holding her bowl and gazing affectionately at Wu Wenwen during the meal.
“Okay, this will be your home from now on. You can stay as long as you want.” Seeing the childlike innocence that was out of place for her age, she couldn’t help but shed tears. Wenwen saw her messy hair and found a comb.
“Come on, cousin, let me comb your hair.”
“No need, cousin, my hair is very dirty, I can comb it myself.” The cousin laughed, “You two are too wasteful, I picked up a hair tie from under your bed in your room and tied it myself.” She took it out of her pocket. I almost burst out
laughing when I saw it. What did she take? It turned out to be the condom that the two of us had just used.
“Little cousin,” Wenwen cried and hugged her tightly.
Part 1, Chapter 13, Little Cousin in the Countryside (2)
Wenwen took off the hair tie from her little cousin’s head and combed her hair. Her hair was thick and shiny, exuding the breath of youth. “Quick, go take a shower and get your hair done.” Wenwen said commandingly.
The little cousin stood at the bathroom door, looked at me, and was a little embarrassed. Wenwen smiled at me, stuck out her tongue, and gestured for me to move aside. I sat in front of the computer, leisurely lit a cigarette, and looked at my little cousin's blushing face and graceful figure, feeling a deep sense of pity and regret.
Wenwen told me that Bingbing's father was a truck driver, and according to my mother, she wasn't Bingbing's biological father either; Bingbing's biological father lived far away. Because of this, they often fought, and Bingbing was like a doormat, unloved by both her father and mother. Later, her father died in a car accident, and her mother remarried this gambler, who spent his days drinking, eating meat, gambling, and doing nothing. She and her mother were constantly in tears. When she won money, she would eat and drink extravagantly; when she lost, she would curse and beat her mother with red eyes. She even stole her mother's jewelry to exchange for alcohol. Once, when Bingbing's mother asked for a divorce, he not only kicked her out of her womb but also chased after them with a kitchen knife. From then on, she resigned herself to her fate and willingly suffered with him.
"Didn't she think of coming to your mother, her own sister? I know you wouldn't just stand by and do nothing." I felt indignant and angry at this poor child.
Wenwen glanced towards the bathroom and lowered her voice to tell me, "My aunt and my mom have a conflict. I don't know why, but ever since I started thinking about this, my aunt hasn't come once. At that time, my mom was in Shenzhen. I know that once my mom sent her money from Shenzhen, but she returned it. Grandma Zhu told me that. Later, my mom worked in a department store and went back to see her a few times, but it always ended badly." She sighed deeply, "I really don't understand. When sisters meet, they act like enemies, completely incompatible, ignoring each other. It's so painful."
My aunt came the day my brother had the accident. She cried so sadly and heartbrokenly, and then left silently. It seems like there's some unspeakable secret between them.
Bingbing finished her shower, her thick, black hair flowing freely. She smiled sweetly, revealing her innocent, lively, beautiful, and kind personality. I saw Wenwen's eyes scanning her like radar. She was wearing her aunt's oversized bathrobe, avoiding her cousin's gaze. Wenwen hugged her and noticed bruises on her arm. Tears welled in her eyes as she asked, "What happened? Tell me."
The little cousin covered the bruises on her arm and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as she painfully recounted her sad past.
She dropped out of school before graduating from junior high and spent her days helping her mother gather pig feed and grow vegetables, thankfully managing to keep herself fed. But as she grew older, her gambling-obsessed stepfather set his sights on her, soon arranging a marriage for her with the mentally challenged son of a deputy township head. She refused, and her inhuman stepfather tied her to a doorframe and beat
her mercilessly. Her mother, with tears in her eyes, secretly released her when he was drunk. "Go find your aunt, ask her to help you find your biological father, she knows," my little cousin sobbed, looking at us with confusion and helplessness. "I'm eighteen years old and still don't know who my biological father is, how pitiful I am. I'm like Little Swallow from Princess Pearl, why is my background a mystery? I have two fathers, but neither of them is my biological father. Where is my biological father?" She was heartbroken, huddled there like a homeless dog.
Wenwen also cried sadly. She comforted Bingbing, "Don't cry, dear sister. You still have a father, even if he's not your biological father. But I don't even have a father like that. I'm really more pitiful than you." The two sisters hugged each other, probably sharing the same sorrow, and cried bitterly.
At lunchtime, Aunt Wang was in a very good mood. She ate a large bowl of rice and drank a bowl of mushroom soup. "Hmm, it tastes good. Who made the soup?"
"Bingbing," Wenwen said eagerly.
"Oh, it's delicious." She glanced at Bingbing and suddenly said, "Oh, why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?"
"No, Auntie," Bingbing forced a smile.
"Ah, that's good. Auntie has been so busy these past few days, like a rabbit, that I haven't had a proper chat with you yet." Aunt Wang put down her bowl, looked at Bingbing affectionately, and said with a smile. "Just like your mother when she was little, you cry easily."
Bingbing nestled into her aunt's arms like a little bird, excitedly wiping away her tears.
"Don't leave this time. Learn something good and find something to do." Aunt Wang said with tears in her eyes. "Is your mother alright?"
She was fine until she mentioned her mother, and Bingbing burst into tears again.
Chapter 14 of Part 1: My Little Cousin in the Countryside (3)
After lunch, Aunt Wang and Bingbing were talking in the bedroom. Wenwen told me that she had wanted to talk to her mother about her aunt several times, but she hesitated each time. She felt that her aunt had had a hard time. No matter what grudges the sisters had, they were still sisters. As the children grew up and the years passed, the painful past would eventually be washed away by the flow of time and disappear.
My little cousin seemed particularly excited and thrilled, curious and curious about everything. Hearing that Wenwen was going to take her to get her hair done, she was as happy as a little bird about to take flight. She carefully examined herself in the mirror, then looked at her cousin, and was very envious of the slightly yellow ends of Wenwen's newly permed hair.
"Can I get my hair permed like this too, cousin?" she asked, carefully stroking Wenwen's hair ends.
"Your hair is best straightened." Wenwen was very serious, carefully examining her hair in front of her. "Dye it blonde, haha, it'll look gorgeous."
"Hehe," she blushed, "I don't dye my hair, it's so embarrassing if people see."
"Oh, if you dye your hair, you'll go from Cinderella to Snow White," Wenwen joked with her. The
"Great Northern" hair salon was very busy, with four or five people waiting for their haircuts on the benches. Bingbing kept looking in the mirror and then at the people who had just finished their haircuts, watching the beautiful young women walk out of the salon, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Since it was the weekend, we had agreed to go to the beach together, and Wenwen and I were chatting with her. I noticed that she saw a girl who looked to be around twenty years old who had just had her hair straightened, and she looked very energetic and beautiful. So she started chatting with her.
"You look so beautiful! You're gorgeous!" Bingbing exclaimed sincerely. She shouldn't have said that. "Straightening your hair must be much cheaper than perming, right?"
The girl's face turned from red to purple. Realizing Bingbing wasn't someone important, she sneered, "Perming costs fifty, straightening costs one hundred and twenty. You can get five perms for only two hundred and fifty. Which do you think is cheaper?" With that,
she stormed off. Bingbing stood there, stunned, mouth agape, looking utterly shocked. She grabbed her cousin's hand and said, "Come on, come on, let's not get it straightened. Over a hundred yuan for straightening is too expensive."
Wenwen laughed so hard she almost fell over. "You don't need to pay," she said. "You can decide if it's worth it after you're done." Bingbing smiled sheepishly
, holding her cousin's hand and laughing, "Cousin, why didn't you say so sooner? You embarrassed me, hee hee."
The little cousin was unusually lively. She had just arrived in the city and was trying to adapt to her new life. Everything was new and exciting to her. This girl, who grew up in a mountain village, was like a camellia blooming on a cliff, unnoticed by anyone. Transplanted into a flowerpot in the city, she appeared so beautiful, simple, and innocently lovely.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her straightened hair cascaded over her shoulders, the slightly yellowed ends highlighting her rosy cheeks—a youthful, beautiful, and adorable girl. Wenwen, seeing her endlessly admiring herself in the mirror, so engrossed in her own reflection, gently patted her shoulder: "Come on, let's go see the sea."
There were many people watching the sailing competition on the beach; it was a national event, and the beach was packed with people, very lively. We finally found a seat at an open-air restaurant, ordered some dishes and a few bottles of beer. I picked up a bottle of beer, but couldn't find a bottle opener, so I used chopsticks to open the bottle. "Pfft," white beer foam sprayed all over my little cousin's face. She laughed, took a sip, and frowned, saying, "What kind of beer is this? It tastes like horse piss!" Wenwen gave her a disapproving look: "You talk too much. Be careful, or we'll sell you off as a mute."
She giggled, downed a glass of beer in one gulp, wiped the foam from her lips, and said repeatedly, "Delicious, delicious! Brother-in-law, pour me another one."
"Be careful not to get drunk and embarrass yourself," Wenwen whispered, "Women who drink can't find husbands."
She put down the glass she had picked up, looked at me very seriously and earnestly, and asked, "Is it true, brother-in-law?" Seeing her innocent and lively face, I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't want to lie, but I also didn't want to embarrass her, so I vaguely said, "Drink less, we'll watch the sailing race later."
She nodded happily, but then asked thoughtfully, "Cousin, why are city people so rich? Why are officials so rich? I wish I had an official as my father."
Wenwen pointed her nose with her chopsticks and said jokingly, "Open your eyes wide and find a rich husband, stop dreaming about getting rich all the time, okay?"
She chuckled and downed a glass of beer in one gulp.
"Beer smells bad, but it tastes good." She said thoughtfully.
Part 1, Chapter 15: My Little Cousin in the Countryside (4)
The sailing race hadn't even officially started yet, but my little cousin couldn't sit still. She went to look here and there, full of curiosity and novelty about everything. Most people these days are like this: after eating and drinking their fill, they have nothing to do, so they all gather together to amuse themselves. It ranges from a few people hiding indoors playing "Protect the Emperor" to hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands crowding together to watch a spectacle, like Chinese football. Even if you don't watch, you still think about it; if you do watch, it makes you furious. Sigh, it's all because of this amusement.
The current sailing championships attract thousands of spectators, but they're mostly out-of-town tour groups and students with nothing better to do. Some organizations, for advertising purposes, organize people to form squares on the beach and shout encouragement. My little cousin played on the beach for a while and then disappeared. Wenwen asked me, "Where did my little cousin go?"
"You didn't tell me to watch her, I know where she went," I said.
"Oh no, she might get lost!" Wenwen was very anxious, got up and pulled me away.
"Hey, she's eighteen or nineteen years old, how could she get lost?" I said nonchalantly, "There's a main road right under our noses, can't she ask for directions?"
Wenwen glanced at me. "If everyone were as smart as you, there wouldn't be any idiots in the world. Come on, let's go look."
I saw the beach was crowded with people; finding someone here would be difficult, and unfortunately, she wasn't there. Just as I was thinking this, Wenwen said, "Let's go look in the liveliest place."
The beach was bustling with activity. There were stalls selling seashell crafts, turning tiny seashells into all sorts of small animals, boats, and bonsai—a dazzling array of beautiful designs. Various stalls selling dried and fresh seafood were packed with tourists, creating a lively atmosphere. The sounds of bargaining rose and fell, like a bustling market, with everyone meticulously calculating every penny. Although they argued until their faces were red, they all wore happy expressions, and after making a purchase, they would warmly shake hands and become friends.
Ahead was the river estuary, known as Kuishan Mouth. During the dry season, the river was usually dry, but when the upstream reservoir released water, the river would flow into the sea with waves. At this time, many people would be catching fish in the river. Various freshwater fish that had swum downstream from the reservoir would swim back to the salty seawater. Because the reservoir releases water only at certain times, as the river flow gradually decreases, many large fish, their white bellies exposed, would leap in the water. At this point, someone could jump in and catch many fish, weighing about two to three pounds. The excitement of catching fish and the lively atmosphere on the shore, with cheers erupting whenever someone caught a large fish. It's said that the city's tourism bureau has reached an agreement with the reservoir to release water specifically for tourists to catch fish during the peak tourist season next year; it might become a very important tourist attraction then.
From afar, a girl in a pink dress was seen catching fish in the river with her trousers rolled up, her long hair standing out in the water. Wu Wenwen saw her and called out from a distance, "Bingbing, come back quickly!"
Her little cousin straightened up, tossed her long hair, smiled, and then focused on catching fish again. A moment later, she stood up, her hands groping along the riverbed, her face pressed against the water's surface. Holding a large fish in her hands, she gripped its gills tightly, its wide tail swaying back and forth. She tossed it onto the shore like it was a treasure, shouting, "Brother-in-law, catch it!" The big carp, weighing over two pounds, was jumping on the sand. Wenwen threw her shoes at her,
saying, "Don't make a fool of yourself. Get on the shore, or you'll get cold." Excited, she looked at her prize while putting on her shoes, panting, "I saw a blue spine in the water, grabbed it with both hands, and almost let it get away!" She kicked it again, "You damn thing, what are you so smug about?"
Wenwen and I burst out laughing. "You're really something, catching such a big fish with your bare hands."
She proudly raised her head, looking smug and self-satisfied, and said, "This is nothing. In my village reservoir, I can catch a carp weighing five pounds without even panting."
"Alright, alright. You've blown the world's tallest tree out of the sky." Wenwen went to a stall, bought a plastic bag, put the fish in, and dragged her little cousin away.
That evening, Aunt Wang was very happy. Her smiling face showed that the company's restructuring was going smoothly. She specially brought out a bottle of red wine and poured everyone a full glass. "Come on, to celebrate the successful company restructuring, and to welcome Bingbing home, let's all have a drink!"
The four glasses clinked together in the air, making a metallic sound.
"Oh, such a big carp! I haven't eaten one in years!" She excitedly picked up a piece of braised carp, savoring it carefully. "Mmm, not bad, big fish tastes so good." Ha, mainly because you're in a good mood, I think.
"Auntie, I caught this in the river. If you want to eat it, I can go catch more." The little cousin blurted out, blurting everything out like beans.
Aunt Wang's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and she asked suspiciously, "What did you say? You caught this fish in the river? In which river?"
"At the entrance of Kuishanzui." Seeing that her aunt's face was not very happy, the little cousin's voice gradually softened.
"Is what she said true?" Aunt Wang looked at Wenwen and me, and we both nodded in unison. Her face was ashen. She swept her chopsticks across the table, pushing a plate of braised carp under the table, slamming the chopsticks down with a dull thud
. The sound was like a rumble of thunder in the dark clouds before a storm, sending chills down our spines. "Get out of here, all of you! Stand to the side, and don't move!"
I thought, "This is terrible !" This was supposed to be a happy weekend, but this meal turned into something terrifying and unpleasant. I sensed that my little cousin's actions had touched a nerve with Aunt Wang, making her angry, resentful, heartbroken, and uneasy. Her gloomy face seemed to hide deep secrets and many unfathomable questions. It was just that the time wasn't right, or perhaps it was difficult for others to notice. The more this was the case, the more I felt her mysterious and unpredictable nature, the more I sensed the vulnerability and sensitivity, the pitifulness and helplessness hidden beneath her tough exterior. I felt both reverence and fear towards her, both affection and pity. She took out a photo of her son wrapped in black gauze from the windowsill, and, with tears in her eyes, gently wiped it with the hem of her clothes. I understood then; her anger and outburst stemmed entirely from her concern for her family, her daughter. She couldn't allow any further harm to any of us; otherwise, it would be the greatest blow and hurt to her. She wiped away her tears, hugged her little cousin tightly, as if afraid she might suddenly lose her, and kissed her forehead. Wenwen, standing to the side, winked at me, meaning, "Look, it's like your little cousin is her own daughter." So affectionate, so caring, such heartwarming caresses and intimacy. The little cousin stared wide-eyed in bewilderment at her aunt, who had just been furious and was now so gentle, utterly confused. "What's the big deal about me catching a fish? A big fish can sell for over ten yuan! Why is my aunt so angry and furious? It's utterly unreasonable. If I caught such a big fish at home, my mom would be overjoyed." Why did you just throw that perfectly good fish under the table? What a happy weekend, what a sumptuous dinner, and it all ended so badly in such a tense atmosphere! What a pity! Aunt Wang looked at me with teary eyes, then wiped them away and forced a smile on her fair face. She said apologetically, "I was too emotional. I'm sorry for startling you. Tonight, it's my treat at the Yahe International Hotel." Wenwen, knowing her mother's temper, led the cheers, like a lively and adorable little swallow. Bingbing and I clapped our hands happily, and the atmosphere quickly became relaxed and harmonious. At the hotel, a sumptuous feast was laid out, including expensive braised abalone, steamed crab, and spicy lobster. My little cousin took a crab, broke off a few large crab claws, and ate them, exclaiming, "So fresh! This is my first time eating crab, it tastes so good!" "Even the food can't shut you up, stop arguing." Wenwen put a lobster on her plate, and after taking a bite, she stuck out her tongue from the spiciness. Wenwen giggled. Seeing my little cousin's innocence and naivety, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. They shared the same blue sky and air, nourished by the same sunshine and rain, but their families were different. Perhaps their personalities and life paths would diverge drastically? No one could say for sure. Her frankness and openness were like a breath of fresh air from the fields, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the bitter scent of grass, refreshing and unpretentious. Aunt Wang's face was like a rainbow after the rain, radiating a warm and kind smile. She ate very little, just peeled the crab shells and placed the crab meat on each of our plates. We drank red wine and ate seafood, feeling very happy and content. I felt boundless gratitude and heartfelt thanks. It was during my most difficult, helpless, disappointed, and easily defeated time that they accepted me and saved me. They made me feel the warmth of humanity and the joy of life, giving me the courage and confidence to live. This is something I will never forget, and it will always remain in my memory. Wenwen gave me pure love and selfless help. Her sincerity, her openness, and her unforgettable love are etched in my memory and deep in my heart. They are an unforgettable memory and a precious treasure for me.

Wenwen was going to school, and her mother had to go to the company, so we left the hotel together. Beside the hotel stairs, I saw a familiar figure, arm in arm with a balding man in his fifties, heading up to the third floor. That was where the karaoke rooms were. She glanced up at me, pretending not to recognize me, and hurried upstairs. Wenwen snorted dismissively, saying disdainfully, "Little bitch, little slut, what's with the attitude?"
"You know her? Who is she?" my little cousin asked curiously.
"Vice Mayor Wu and his mistress. Why are you asking this, kid?" Wenwen said irritably.
"Wow, you even know the vice mayor! Cousin, you're amazing!" my little cousin exclaimed sincerely.
I knew she was referring to Yu Qian. Women are most intolerant of this kind of thing, and women are the most easily condemned and hurt. In these ambiguous matters between men and women, women are always the victims. It's regrettable, it evokes sympathy. I just saw that Yu Qian seemed very unnatural. I regretted looking at her again. Maybe she didn't even care about me. Maybe she felt awkward and embarrassed. In short, I met her when I shouldn't have, and in a place where I shouldn't have met. If it weren't for this occasion, maybe we would have high-fived, chatted, and had a good time. Wenwen saw that I was in a daze and gently poked me. "What are you doing? Thinking about her again? She's already taken. Don't think about her."
I laughed and agreed. I noticed that Aunt Wang's face was ashen and she was sullen. She kept her head down and thought about her own things. She seemed to be comforting us and talking to herself. She said with emotion, "Women are the most vulnerable in the world. Why can't we give her tolerance and understanding and let her see the way back from the wrong path? Only when women grasp themselves can they truly have a world of their own. Oh."
Chapter 17 of Part 1 Yu Qian (1)
Wenwen went to school, and I felt empty inside. As we were leaving, we embraced and kissed under the plane trees. The happy weekend passed so quickly; time flies. She stroked me tenderly, and I held her tightly against the tree trunk, kissing her passionately. She said, ecstatically, "My darling, I love you." Women are most prone to saying silly things at times like this.
"I love you," I said, stroking her full breasts. "Let me see," I said. Under the bright streetlights, I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her white breasts. I greedily licked them, and she squinted her eyes in ecstasy, moaning softly, looking excited and satisfied. Suddenly, she pushed me away and said seriously, "Let me tell you, you have to be polite to my cousin. Don't bully her." "I swear to God, I didn't bully her," I said firmly.
"Hmph, I saw your lecherous eyes scanning her chest for a long time. Remember, don't look at her for more than five seconds at a time, or don't blame me for being impolite." She chuckled again, pinching my crotch. "Keep an eye on it, don't cause trouble."
My crotch was hard and throbbing from her pinch. I grabbed her and demanded pleasure. She giggled and ran away, her silvery laughter echoing on the quiet street. Watching her disappear into the campus, I felt a strange happiness and joy. In this lonely night, on this deserted street.
"Screech," a red Santana stopped beside me. The sound of brakes was jarring in the quiet night. I turned around with annoyance. Ha, Yu Qian was there, smiling and greeting me. She smelled strongly of perfume, probably an expensive French perfume. A strange feeling washed over me. Normally, before I met my girlfriend, on such a quiet night, on such a peaceful street, I would have rushed forward without hesitation, embraced her tightly, and kissed my former classmate. It would have become a popular topic of conversation among classmates, a source of amusement, and a source of laughter at the dinner table.
But now, although my lower body is aroused and standing erect by my girlfriend's teasing, when I see her, remembering the bald old man I was hugging and cuddling with in the hotel, remembering her indifferent gaze, my erection gradually subsides, and I lose all interest.
"Hi, hello?" she said warmly. To be honest, it's really heartwarming to see a classmate again in a foreign land. I shouldn't have said that so casually, for it now makes me regret it to the point of tears. "Hello, Mrs. Wu."
Hearing me call her that, her face turned from red to white, as if I had suddenly pulled down her pants in public. She held back for a moment, tears streaming down her face, sobbing, "How could you say that? You might as well slap me. Goodbye." She shifted gears, and the car sped away.
My mind went blank. I felt a warmth on my face; I touched it and found it was covered in tears. What was wrong with me? Why did I make such a joke? I know how difficult it is to establish oneself in this unfamiliar city. Wasn't I once a homeless person myself? If it weren't for Wenwen and her mother rescuing me like finding a needle in a haystack, would I be where I am today? Why did I treat my classmate like that? I should have done everything I could to help her, comfort her, and face difficulties together like sisters. I remembered her excited expression and kind demeanor when we bumped into each other, and I felt guilty and regretful. Maybe they really loved each other, maybe she had unspeakable sorrows.
I hurriedly called her, weeping bitterly, filled with regret and helplessness. My heart was bleeding, as if stabbed with a knife. But time didn't give me a chance. I pressed the buttons repeatedly, but her phone remained switched off, undoubtedly rubbing salt into my bleeding wound. No matter what, I had to find her tonight and express my repentance and apology.
I hailed a taxi and quickly found the editorial office of the *City Express*. The editorial office was brightly lit, and the editors were busy working overtime on manuscripts. I saw Yu Qian working at her desk from outside the window, her golden hair framing her beautiful face. I suddenly felt ashamed.
She probably saw me standing outside, stood up, and greeted me warmly, "Old classmate, come in and sit down." It was as if nothing had happened.
She wore a purple leather jacket and a white scarf around her neck. Perhaps it was too warm inside, because her face was rosy, and when she smiled, she revealed a set of pearly white teeth. "Shall we go for a walk?" she said,
putting on a trench coat, the ribbons fluttering in the autumn wind. We walked along a path in the woods by the sea, neither of us speaking, each lost in our own thoughts. A breeze picked up, and I felt a chill. Perhaps unintentionally, she put her arm around me, unbuttoned her trench coat, and shielded me from the sea breeze. My heart felt warm and comfortable, and I smelled the expensive French perfume emanating from her. My heart stirred, and I couldn't help but gently put my arm around her slender waist.
Thank goodness, she finally spoke: "Are you cold?"
I had just said I wasn't cold when I shivered. She laughed heartily, and that laugh shortened the distance between us, eliminating the awkwardness and dullness. We chatted happily, just like we did in school. She also told me the secret that was hidden in her heart.
Part 1, Chapter 18, Yu Qian (2)
After graduating from university, we went our separate ways like little birds, searching for our own place in the vast fields. Who knew that the road of life would be so bumpy and helpless? Those with connections and relatives or friends either went to big companies or government agencies. With no connections or resources, you might present yourself with a diploma, your application fee filling their pockets, only to be met with either cold, indifferent faces or lecherous glances. The job market is utterly chaotic; recruiters can ask any question they want, such as: Are you a virgin? How would you feel if your boss wanted to sleep with you? Your loyalty to your boss, your body measurements, whether your breasts are symmetrical, etc. They can ask anything. Even worse, some will make you strip down to your underwear and walk around in front of them like a fashion model, allowing them to examine every part of your body up close. You'll feel utterly helpless and disappointed, yet you still have to put on a smile and wait for the next job offer.
There's no way around it. In this materialistic, money-driven era, you have to face reality and forge ahead. I've been battered and bruised in job hunting, my skin has thickened, my heart hardened, my wallet is empty, and I've lost all sense of shame. I know that with my financial situation, I can only last two or three months at most. If I can't find a job again, I'll have no choice but to pack my bags and go back to my hometown, which is the last thing I want to see and the last thing I can accept.
I'm in pain and depressed. I cry out to the heavens and weep to the earth, but there's no answer. I've become obsessed with dancing. In the dance hall, I found happiness and a temporary refuge. That's when I met him.
Although I don't know his age, his profession, or his marital status, he can bring me material enjoyment and physical pleasure. Don't laugh, old classmate. Really, I've thought about it. Every woman has to go through this; it's just a matter of time. If I wait like an ascetic, it's better to actively enjoy it. Of course, that's just my opinion. People can scold me, point fingers at me, and look down on me; I don't care. Later, I learned he was a powerful figure in the city, and I felt fortunate and expectant. I could finally live a good life, work well, and fully enjoy life. After all, only a minority of people knew about our relationship; most envied and admired me. Even those who knew would keep quiet about it, and some even used our connection to do them many favors. Therefore, people at work and in society respected and flattered me.
Hearing her words, I felt both sympathy and admiration for her. I admired her courage and boldness; her outlook on life and philosophy were refreshing. Then I thought of myself. What am I? Haven't I already moved in with my girlfriend? Does living in their house make me a freeloader? What difference is there between me and her? Where have my courage, boldness, shame, and self-respect gone? Why did I mock her, ridicule her? Am I really so noble, so glorious and great? I felt a burning shame on my face.
At the beach, we sat side by side on the sand. I felt her deep breaths, her beautiful hair flowing across my face, caressed by the sea breeze like her gentle hands stroking me. The bright moonlight rose slowly from the sea, and the tide tirelessly pounded against the rocks. Her face was like a beautiful, bright moon, her eyes half-closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, making her look so lovely and charming. I couldn't help but gently kiss her.
"What are you doing?" she suddenly asked, her eyes widening as if snapping out of a dream. She smiled mischievously, reached out, and gently traced a hook on my nose with her index finger. "Don't think nonsense, you're a married man."
Back at my girlfriend's house, Aunt Wang was still awake, waiting for me. She was leaning back on the sofa watching TV. Seeing me without looking up, she said, "Wenwen has to go to evening self-study. Don't stay out too late."
I smiled and noticed her rubbing her neck, looking pained. I asked, "What's wrong?" She smiled and said she had a stiff neck. She rolled over and said, "Give me a massage. Bingbing massaged it so hard."
I gently massaged her neck. I'd read a few medical books and quickly found the acupoints. She sighed and smiled, "That feels so good, a tingling sensation." After a while, she slowly raised her head and shook it back and forth. "Okay, Xiao Li, could you please massage my legs too?" I said, "Aunt Wang, you're working too hard. You need to take care of yourself." She smiled and said, "I'm used to it. I can't sleep until I finish my work." Suddenly, she asked me, "Do you know that girl from the newspaper? What's her name?"
"Yu Qian, she's my college classmate." I patted her legs and then lifted them up to let her move them around. She seemed very comfortable and laughed, saying, "Ha, you're really something."
My heart swelled with joy, but I noticed an unfathomable glint in her deep, dark eyes. She said, "It's not easy to get anything done these days. Having more friends means more opportunities. How about this, when you have time, invite her to dinner and become friends. I think she's a very nice girl."
I felt happy to do something for her, so I said, "I'll give you a full-body massage; it'll be very comfortable." She smiled and lay back on the sofa. I gently massaged her from head to toe, and she hummed softly, seemingly half-drunk, before suddenly letting out a pleasurable moan.
That sound was so familiar! Oh, I remembered—that's the sound my girlfriend made when she orgasmed during sex. I quickly stopped the massage. I didn't want to hear that sound, and I certainly didn't want anyone else to hear it. She squinted and said, "Why did you stop? Keep massaging."
My little cousin came out of the bedroom and asked in a daze, "What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"
Chapter 19 of Part 1 Yu Qian (3)
I thought that if I were to presumptuously say that my girlfriend's mother invited Yu Qian to dinner, she would definitely feel embarrassed. She might think that I had said something about her behind her back and would resent me for being talkative and not following the rules. I wanted Yu Qian to help her, after all, she had a very deep background and support, and helping my girlfriend's mother would be indirectly helping me. I know that nowadays, joint-stock companies are like a piece of Tang Monk's flesh, and everyone wants to take a bite and grab a little bit during the reform. If you don't eat it, you're a fool. If you don't grab it, you're a fool. So, if you want to preserve the fruits of victory and ensure the preservation of assets and reduce losses during the reform process, it is difficult to implement without reliable rights as a guarantee.
The opportunity finally came. That day, I was busy planning the advertising layout for the brewery, working overtime to try to complete it during the Qingdao Beer Exhibition, so it was very hard. That evening, I went to a nearby restaurant to eat with some friends when my phone rang. I looked and saw it was Yu Qian calling. After answering, she cautiously asked, "Who are you with?" Haha, I joked, "With a girl I like." She said "Oh," and I sensed she was about to hang up, so I said seriously that I was alone here and to speak freely, not to be so hesitant like a woman. She laughed and said, "I am a woman, haha. Come to the hospital when you have time." I thought, "Oh no, she must be sick," and quickly hailed a taxi to the hospital.
At the hospital entrance, I saw her standing there from afar, looking very weak. She smiled slightly when she saw me and said, "Please take me back to my dorm." She handed me the car keys.
Seeing her standing alone at the hospital entrance, I felt a pang of sadness and unease. At a time when she needed care and warmth the most, she stood there all alone, waiting, hoping for even just a word of greeting, a concerned look.
I took her back to her dorm, where she lay weakly on the bed. Seeing her haggard appearance, I scolded her,
"Why were you in such a hurry to be discharged? Couldn't you have stayed a few days? Was it because your supervisor wouldn't grant you leave, or was there some other reason?" She smiled, her face flushed, and said, "Pour me a glass of water, I'll tell you." "I went there because of a miscarriage, how could I tell anyone?" she
said with a shy smile. "Oh, why did you tell me?" I asked casually, though I was surprised.
"You're my classmate, the person I trust most." She slowly took a sip of water.
"Oh, his?" She understood what I meant by "him." She nodded. "Sigh, these days men only care about themselves, there's no way to deal with them."
"How long can this last? Haven't you really considered that?" I asked with genuine concern.
She smiled awkwardly at me and shook her head. "We'll see how things develop. She's a weak woman; I really have no choice. And you, are you planning to marry her?"
I was quite surprised. I'm not a player in love; I can't toy with a woman's feelings. My love for Wenwen is sincere and selfless; I will never use it to gain anything beyond love. Playing with emotions is tantamount to playing with fire. I nodded sincerely.
"Treat her well," she said, a relieved smile appearing on her pale face.
Her phone rang. She answered with a slight smile, saying he was here. I knew who it was, so I tactfully said I had to go back. She shifted slightly, sincerely saying thank you, and apologized for not even offering you a drink of water.
A week passed. That day, she called and invited me to the Peach Blossom Island Hotel for dinner. I wondered if I'd be with "him." I hesitated for a moment, then chuckled to myself. Why would he go? Wouldn't it be beneath him? Yu Qian wouldn't let me meet him either. It seemed I was overthinking it.
She wore a beige wool coat, but finding the air conditioning too hot, she took it off, revealing a pink sweater. Her full breasts were prominent, quite sexy. After dinner, she suggested dancing. I shook my head, saying I couldn't. She laughed, saying, "You're such a country bumpkin! You can't even dance! Aren't you bored with your girlfriend because all you do is make love?" I laughed, feeling relaxed, and said, "Making love has many benefits; it's not only the glue that holds love together, but also a great sport." She gently pinched my cheek, laughing, "You're not only a love expert, but also a sex expert!" I said, "I wouldn't dare; there are some things I still need to humbly learn and patiently ask for advice on." She blushed and said, "You're so naughty."
Time passed pleasantly and easily. After dinner, I thanked her and invited her to join me, which she readily agreed to. I suggested that she meet someone, and she happily said that she really wanted to make more friends and thanked me.
"Why do you live with your girlfriend's mother?" she asked me, her eyes clearly showing a mischievous and puzzled look.
"I do," I said, "for love, for affection."
"For whose love, for whose affection? Why don't I live with my girlfriend?" she laughed and pinched my nose.
I laughed too, and I really didn't know how to answer. Was there something wrong with me? I also playfully pinched her nose, and she laughed and dodged. I accidentally tore open the button on her sweater, and her fair breasts were exposed under her red bra, her nipples red like a sweet date on a white steamed bun.
Part 1, Chapter 20, Yu Qian (4)
"You're so bad, a complete hooligan." She tugged at her clothes and buttoned them up. She laughed and said, "Ha, luckily I stood firm, otherwise I would have suffered a great loss."
I laughed too, saying, "Your breasts are so big and full, every man likes them." She blushed and said, "Even if I gave them to you, you wouldn't get them anyway. You should find a needle and thread first." I said, "What do you need a needle and thread for, to sew your mouth shut?" She laughed and said, "Look at your zipper, you need to find a needle and thread to sew it up." I quickly looked down and saw that my tent was bulging, almost bursting. "Ha," I said, "Let's hurry up and leave, staying any longer will cause big problems." She laughed and said, "What problems will cause problems? Have you ever been like this with your girlfriend's mother?" She was very young and beautiful. I said, "You little vixen, you're full of bad intentions, I'll definitely teach you a lesson sometime." She laughed and said, "Okay, I'll see what you're made of, let's put you to the test."
Perhaps it was the pressures of life, or perhaps it was simply a matter of habit, but being with Yu Qian felt both easy and enjoyable, yet also difficult to maintain a proper balance. I feared that my feelings might be unrequited, and that I might unwittingly ruin this beautiful friendship, turning it into a painful memory.
Lanshan Seafood City, located in a corner of the seaside park, is famous for its live seafood. The small room is surrounded by rows of aquariums filled with live fish, crabs, mantis shrimp, and other prized seafood. Customers can order and have their seafood cooked to order, enjoying the freshest and most vibrant live seafood.
Aunt Wang sat at the head of the table, warmly greeting us. She ordered steamed crabs and stewed yellow croaker, among other expensive seafood. I said, "How can I accept your offer? I'm the guest; you're keeping me company, and I'll pay." She smiled and said, "It's our first meeting; it's only natural for me to treat you. Don't argue." Yu Qian also smiled and said, "I'm so sorry to trouble you on our first meeting."
Aunt Wang, a true shrewd businesswoman, quickly bridged the gap between us with just a few words. It's been said that heroes emerge on the battlefield during wartime, and in peacetime, they appear in the marketplace; business battles are no less intense than war.
Aunt Wang placed the fattest, largest crab on Yu Qian's plate and poured her a glass of red wine. She seemed to be in high spirits today, talking incessantly.
"Eat it while it's hot," she said, chatting casually while urging her to eat and drink. She wore light makeup tonight, appearing both demure and beautiful.
Aunt Wang was very busy, answering several phone calls in a short time. "Your girlfriend's mother is very charming, looks very young. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to resist, hehe," Yu Qian joked softly while Aunt Wang was on the phone.
"You're such a rascal," I said, kicking her under the table. Seeing Aunt Wang rush in, I apologized, "Sorry, I have to go. Until we meet again." I shook hands with Yu Qian warmly, like old friends reluctantly parting.
"She's very important; she needs something from me," Yu Qian said.
"She doesn't need anything, really, just wants to be friends," I said honestly.
"Really? As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Haha, I was just overthinking it." She picked up her leather handbag, stood up, and was about to leave.
We walked side-by-side along the tree-lined path. She said, "Your girlfriend's mother is remarkable, a real person. Those captivating eyes seem to hold deep secrets." "Haha, you're a psychologist," I laughed. In a positive sense, she's very shrewd, intelligent, and secretive; in a negative sense—hehe. "Tell me," I nudged her with my finger. Okay, she said she's too calculating, and you should be wary of her underhanded tricks. "Haha, you can't say anything nice. I'm a grown man, what am I afraid of?
" "How old is she?" "How would I know? Probably in her forties." "Haha," "What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"She looks like she's only in her thirties, very young." Yu Qian seemed quite interested in this. Women often complicate simple things; they're so nosy.
"She probably takes good care of herself; you can't tell her actual age," I said, showing no interest in the question.
"Who is her husband? That is, who is Wu Wenwen's biological father? Do you know?" She looked at my bewildered expression and chuckled. "Maybe I know a little bit."
"Oh," I replied casually, sounding nonchalant. "You reporters are so well-informed; there's no gossip in this city that can escape your notice," I said sarcastically.

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