Widow's Diary

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A Widow's Diary

I. Introduction

No one is perfect; everyone makes mistakes, especially ordinary people.

There is no one in the world who is flawless; everyone has strengths, weaknesses, and shortcomings. We should only judge a person by their strengths.

If we were to be so meticulous, there would be no perfect person in this society.

"Women" are God's masterpiece, and a topic of great interest and concern to men everywhere. Don't you see some young and beautiful women on the street

now wearing less and less clothing, eventually leading to

a path of overtly sexy "yellow" attire?

Even the toughest man will become weak-kneed; the strongest man will fall at her feet.

Then, he'll pull out his money to enjoy "skin-to-skin contact."

From a erotic perspective, men are more prone to falling into fantasies. For example, when a man sees

a woman wearing a thin, slightly see-through shirt, he immediately imagines her body, curves, breasts, thighs, and so on. After all,

men are highly sensitive visual creatures. Therefore, many women, recognizing this psychological weakness,

use all sorts of tricks and schemes to seduce

men and trick them into spending money, all to satisfy their visual desires.

Ultimately, it all boils down to "stomach to stomach" and "legs within legs."

In short: life is short, so don't wait until the flowers are gone to pluck the branches.

Friend! What are your thoughts?

"Madame Li" was a famous wealthy woman, a rare beauty in high society. She possessed youth, passion,

and intelligence, but she still couldn't escape the most insurmountable obstacle in life: "love and desire."

The following is her private diary, written in a gentle, detailed style, full of witty remarks and utterly candid—truly

a bold work.

II. Overflowing with Springtime Feelings

From this day forward, I am a widow.

Becoming a widow at twenty-four, the thought of the long, cold, and miserable years to come sends

chills down my spine .

Our society has a peculiar view of young widows, more demanding than of virgins,

more cruel than of elderly women. Especially peculiar is my possession of hundreds of millions in inheritance, a grand mansion, a

seaside villa, two luxury cars, some jewelry, and five or six servants and two purebred wolfhounds. This

naturally increases people's schadenfreude towards me; they coldly watch how I will spend my remaining years, and how long I can live a

carefree . Because my deadbeat husband clearly stated in his will that I could only access the annual interest of

1.5 million before I turned fifty, and if I remarried before that date, my heirship rights would automatically be forfeited. Only a drunkard like him would come up with such a despicable condition! Didn't he realize that I'd only been married to him for a few years, and we'd never truly had a joyful married life? He loved wine glasses and bottles more than my slender waist and beautiful face, and my alluring eyes, in his eyes, were less appealing than a bottle of brandy that made him dizzy! The past few years of living widowhood were enough; how could I endure the next twenty-six years of dead widowhood? In my hatred, I really wanted to throw away this huge inheritance and the terrible title of "Mrs. Li"! But, upon closer reflection, how could I bear to? "Money! Money! Money!" is the most important and necessary thing in this world! Without it, my youth, passion, and beauty would all become commodities to be sold. If I were more open-minded and clever, abandoning formalism and seeking practical benefits, wouldn't my wealth be able to buy just as many goods I need? Buying and selling, being proactive and being passive—the difference between the two is simply too vast. Why not choose the former ? Ah! I shouldn't have been so impatient! In any case, after all, we were husband and wife, and I still have to observe the three-year . No! Three years is too long! One year! One hundred days—at least the full "forty-nine" days should be enough. Sigh! I'll just have to grit my teeth and endure another forty-nine days! The plum rains continue incessantly, and dark, gloomy clouds appear in the sky—a truly standard atmosphere of death. Even so, I can't shed a single tear, nor can I cultivate genuine sorrow. So, I can only hide alone in my room, watching the drizzle fall. The entire house was utterly silent; the servants, and even the two wolfhounds, had probably gone with the dead man to the funeral home . The thought of being alone in such a large building filled me with a sense of unease. But then again, wouldn't this be an ideal environment if a close friend were to visit in the rain ? Here we go again! I hate myself for being so easily swayed. Even though it's just a thought, isn't a heated idea a bridge to action? For these forty-nine days, it's best not to even think about it; otherwise, I'll be even less able to control myself. The rain suddenly intensified; water was trickling down the floor near the long window, gradually soaking the carpet. I threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, ran to close the long window, and felt a chill on my bare feet and body. I casually pressed the call button to have them dry the floor. Looking out through the water-drenched window, I was surrounded by a hazy, misty atmosphere. The scene captivated me. I don't know how much time passed before I turned around. "Mrs. Li!" The driver, Ah Cai, stood awkwardly in the half-open doorway, his eyes drooping and blinking, his expression quite peculiar. "What are you doing here?" I was annoyed by his rudeness. "Mrs. Li... " "From now on, just call me Mrs. Li. No need for that fancy name!" "Yes." He gave me another harsh look. "Didn't you ring the bell, Madam? They've all gone to the funeral home, leaving me alone. I think Madam probably went to the funeral home to check on the mourning hall, so..." "I'm not going there... You wipe these water stains dry!" "Yes, Madam Li! " "Go get a dry cloth! Why are you looking at me like that?" "Yes..." He still didn't leave, his gaze fixed on me like a searchlight.

I looked down at myself, and to my surprise, what I saw made my face flush and my heart pound like

a deer . I always wore my nightgown in the bedroom without underwear, and the nightgown was made of

a light, lake-green silk, even more transparent than nylon.

Normally, apart from my two wolfhounds, no man was ever allowed into my bedroom, so there had never

been any awkward situations. Unexpectedly, on the third day after my husband's death, Ah Cai, by some strange coincidence, wandered in and

got a good look at me.

I felt angry, ashamed, and…pleasant. A man's gaze is truly peculiar; it

crawled , heating up wherever it went. When it stopped, that spot burned even hotter, as if it were about to

melt.

This strange feeling made me unable to move or make a sound, and Ah Cai felt the same way. What force

made him so bold, forgetting even his usual manners and etiquette?

Time flew by, I don't know if it was seconds, minutes, or moments. If this continued, the consequences

would be unimaginable. Because people's patience has its limits; once those limits are broken, it's

uncontrollable .

Just at the critical moment, a car horn sounded below the window, followed by

the screech of brakes on the concrete road in the garden. I glanced at Ah Cai; his face flushed, he hurriedly retreated through the door,

muttering , "It must be Miss Zhao coming to pick up Madam. I'll go see!

" Only after Ah Cai's figure disappeared around the corner did I feel relieved, but also wistful. Ah! People are always

so contradictory. I bit my lip and turned to look out the window. I saw that

it wasn't Zhao Xiaoman who stepped out of the new Cadillac, but her brother, Zhao Limin.

He also looked up at me, smiling and waving.

I quickly covered my chest with the window, though he might not be able to see me clearly, but I thought it was the right thing to do

.

He had already rushed up the stone steps in the rain and was out of sight, so I slowly lowered the window, quickly

grabbed and put it on, then glanced at myself in the mirror, feeling refreshed, and went downstairs satisfied.

Limin was standing in the living room. Seeing me, he came up and took my hands, whispering, "I'm

so sad

..." His voice was incredibly pleasant, low and soft, reaching deep into my heart.

He was wearing a brand-new gray "Aolong" suit, perfect for mourning. Combined with his jet-black hair and eyes,

his face, neck, and hands appeared even whiter than jade. My hands were nestled in his palms, a soft, smooth sensation

washing , making me reluctant to pull them away.

What's even more deadly is that he stared intently down at me, capturing my gaze, and also capturing my heart.

My heart, meanwhile, was adrift, without a place to settle. I wished he could forever kiss and

embrace me with that gaze. What an ideal state that would be, where all important matters could be cast aside, no consequences needed to be considered,

even death wouldn't matter.

The sage said, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!"

But I interpret it as: If I gain love during the day, dying at night would be worthwhile!

Limin, that rascal, is truly a master of romance; he suddenly released my hand, his eyes drooping. The worldly-wise man

said, "Sister-in-law, you should accept this loss and take care of yourself first, then handle the funeral arrangements properly... They

asked me to pick you up and take you to the funeral home, saying that you have to make all the decisions."

I suddenly felt a chill, and composed myself, saying, "Of course I'll go, but I don't know anything about those things

. Uncle and Aunt can handle it."

"They've taken care of everything, just waiting for you to review it, because you're in charge. Sister-in-law, let

's go !

" "Okay, I'll go change my clothes, sorry to trouble you."

"Please." He struck a pose like a celebrity, regaining his usual playful demeanor.

I remembered Ah Cai's expression as he closed the car door for us, his dark face showing disappointment, loneliness, even jealousy.

I felt sorry for him.

Li Min drove around in circles, chatting with me casually. I was as nervous as a girl on her first date

, afraid to get close to him. But every pore and cell in my body seemed to open up to him, hoping he would be braver

and bring me unprecedented joy.

Unconsciously, the car entered a mountainous area flanked by cliffs. I recognized it; it didn't look like the city.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the road to Yangmingshan!"

"Yes! I just wanted to stroll around Yangmingshan in the rain. Cousin-in-law, don't you like it?"

"I like it too, but they're all waiting for us. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

He suddenly stopped the car, and my upper body lurched forward, feeling the glass window pressing against my face. In a flash

, a hand grabbed my right shoulder, slowing my forward lean and allowing me to lean back comfortably.

I regained my composure and realized the hand on my right shoulder was still there. The heat emanating from the palm burned my

skin, causing a slight tremor—neither pleasure nor pain. I involuntarily turned around following his

hand , and now we sat facing each other, our eyes barely a foot apart.

I couldn't avoid his gaze; a strange light flickered in his dark eyes, conveying a

silent message. The two combined to create a force that made me completely abandon my former solemnity.

"Yu Xuan!" he called my nickname for the first time.

My drooping eyelids quickly lifted, expecting him to continue, but he didn't speak, instead gently stroking my cheek with

his gaze .

"Yu Xuan…" Li Min's voice was filled with anguish.

I quickly grasped his hand, then realized I was being impulsive, but letting go would only make it more obvious,

so I just held it lightly. This gave him renewed courage; he reversed his grip and grasped mine, and then

I found myself in his arms.

His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand gently slid up my arm, across my shoulder and neck, then

back down to my cheek, lightly kneading and twisting. I had to close my eyes, too ashamed

to see him caress me so freely.

He touched this and flicked that as if he had just acquired an antique he had longed for for years, completely absorbed in it.

It drained my entire life force. I endured his teasing like a mouse trapped under a cat's paw, and

when he finally satisfied me, he would, as usual, open his mouth and bite. I was just waiting for that bite.

Of course, he remembered how his cousin-in-law had rejected him time and time again two years ago

... As I expected, the cat's touch reached out.

It was his rapid breathing, and then I felt a heat and wetness on my lips. My lips were like a collapsing

dam, powerless to resist the impact of the dripping flood, letting the fountain of love gush out at will.

A girl's palm is also a sensitive part. My palm touched his hot and firm thing,

and my whole body felt a burning heat. I was holding it very lightly at first, but

somehow, slowly, hazily, I gradually tightened my grip

… Or perhaps it was a woman's innate instinct, but my hand clenched into a fist, grasping that thing, and I began to move it up and down

.

He pulled me into his arms, suddenly lowering his head and nestling against my soft, fragrant breasts, like a little baby,

taking the tip of my breast into his mouth and sucking.

He gently and heavily sucked on my nipple, biting and chewing. I felt both itchy and sore, this tingling, bone-chilling itch

felt like a thousand ants crawling into my veins.

He had aroused me to the point of arousal, I couldn't help myself, I felt an extreme emptiness, and an

unscratching itch that seemed to travel to every cell in my body.

He kissed every part of my body, and finally, on my lower abdomen, he slowly lowered his head. As his

tongue moved closer to my "forbidden zone," invading further, I felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning, and my whole body

trembled again.

Limin lifted his head from between my legs, a conqueror's smile on his face: "Yuxuan, I

believe you won't be able to hold back."

I smiled sweetly at him and crossed my legs.

He began to possess me, and I feigned it, making sounds of "uh" and "ouch," as if I were overwhelmed

. Actually, I was in ecstasy, constantly moaning.

"Mmm...you're so good, you're making me feel so good, I'm so full, it's so tight inside, I haven't felt

this ."

The long period of abstinence was driving me crazy.

A moment later, I saw Limin's glans burning red and hot, growing larger and harder with each thrust. It pressed against my vulva, leaving no

gap. He thrust wildly, like a torrential downpour, opening my vagina wide, my heart bursting with joy, and my juices

flowing .

It felt like ages ago; my desire had been sublime, and within ten minutes I had climaxed twice.

For the past two or three years, that bastard hadn't given me this kind of pleasure.

This time, we were as unrestrained as possible. His thrusts reached deep into my heart, and I quickly arched my back

to match his movements. My heart pounded wildly, intoxicatingly so.

"Hmph..." I felt a sharp pain in my lower body: "I...I can't take it anymore...hurry...

thrust ...harder..." As soon as I finished speaking, a surge of heat gushed out

... The desire that had been building up in our hearts for half a year was finally satisfied.

At that moment, heaven and earth, the sun and moon, the wind and rain, the flowers and grass—all lost their meaning. The only things that existed

were him and me; even our bodies ceased to exist: only life cried out, souls embraced

… In a daze, I lost track of time.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder startled us awake. Then, purely out of fear, I threw myself into his

arms.

“Don’t be afraid! That’s just the rumbling thunder that often occurs during the rainy season,” he said softly, patting me tenderly.

I knew, but I was afraid because of the ancient legend of “thunderstrike.

” Her husband had only been dead for a few dozen hours, and now she had exposed her body before one man’s eyes,

receiving the caresses of another. If the gods knew, they would surely choose her as their target.

This was my reason for fear, the excuse I made when I hid in his arms.

The thunder had passed, but its rumbling echo still lingered in my ears.

I raised my head slightly, revealing half an eye, and whispered, "Are you alright?"

"What?

..." "The Thunder God didn't hit us?" "

How could he? You've turned into a child!"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, then traced my waist with his fingers: "Yu Xuan, I bet your

waist is only twenty-one inches

..." "Don't do that." I chuckled, twisting my waist: "You have a good eye, you must have studied tailoring!"

"I don't need a measuring tape, I just need to wrap my arm around it to know perfectly well."

"You're really experienced," I said reproachfully.

"Thank you!" he said flirtatiously, "Come on, Yu Xuan!"

Just as our lips were about to touch, I suddenly and forcefully broke free from his embrace.

"What's wrong? You...

" "Nothing.

" He pounced on me. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone with youthful passion.

I blushed too, my heart pounding.

At that moment, he seemed "not quite done," his forehead glowing. Naturally, his gaze shifted from my face downwards. Then, he lowered his head and greedily kissed

my cheeks, breasts, and legs with his burning lips . I let out a soft sigh, thinking, "It's come to this, I can't stop." Let him caress me, let him enjoy himself! A minute or two later, my whole body felt hot, my knees began to tremble, and I felt something new and exciting stirring within my soul. His lips moved downwards again, gently kissing my vulva. He bit my clitoris, gently chewing it. My vagina opened slightly. Seeing that the time was ripe, he held me tightly, his parched lips practically sparking . I tried to push him away, but I couldn't muster any strength and was completely defenseless. In the midst of the confusion, his blood-red, thick, hard penis finally rushed in wildly, and in the blink of an eye, we were one.

The second time was wilder and more vigorous than the first. My heart tingled, itched, and my whole body ached.

His big cock slowly moved in and out, gently rubbing the edges of my cracked peach, then thrusting in and

out hundreds of times. The lustful fluid in my vagina exploded like a series of rapid bursts, spraying everywhere. Limin's

entire lower body was soaking wet, and both of our lower bellies were covered in water, almost like a vast ocean.

"Ah...hot...burning..." I cried out incoherently, unable to catch my breath.

...

Under the lights of thousands of homes, we finally arrived at the funeral home.

III. The Trap of Lust

The slanting wind carried the fine rain, pounding against the glass window in waves, the splashing stick shaking faster, just like my heart,

oscillating between two extremes, unable to find its center.

Actually, I was being foolish. I knew perfectly well that Limin was a typical playboy, so why bother about his experience with women's

waistlines ? Whether he had one woman or a hundred, what difference did it make to me

? Thinking about this, I realized I had gone too far and couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

He immediately noticed, but continued driving nonchalantly, looking ahead, and said softly, "Yuxuan, I'll

come see ." He said it so confidently, as if I were his mistress.

I was a little angry and shook my head, saying, "I need to rest these few days. Besides, what we're doing will only give

others something to gossip about, and it's not worth it for anyone."

"We're cousins, shouldn't I come to comfort you, keep you company, and dispel your sorrow and loneliness?"

"But a man and a woman alone together," I said, "is seen as sinful in the eyes of the world."

"Why bother with them! Is there anyone truly innocent in this world? Especially in our wealthy family,

even our cats and dogs might not be clean. Let them gossip! We'll just focus on ourselves...

Yuxuan, do you know how short life is, and youth fades?"

On the surface, I remained cold and aloof, refusing to be swayed by his words, and unwilling to

surrender to his attack.

"We're here," he said. "Go in!

" The car was already parked at the funeral home entrance; I was completely unaware of when we arrived. I paused, then asked

, "Aren't you going in?"

"I'll come see you tomorrow!" he said very gently.

"No!" came the faintest protest.

"Don't say no! You need me. I know you really want to see me, so why make things difficult for yourself?

Yu Xuan, you and I are both born ladies' men, neither of us will lose out, we're a perfect match."

I immediately got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked in without looking back. Even then, I could still hear him

saying behind me, "See you tomorrow, Yu Xuan..."

I was softened again by that gentle voice. I stood still, listening to him leave, the wheels of his car seeming to crush me

, crushing me, but taking my whole heart with them. Looking up, the white banners and white flags reflected a somber grayness—it was terrifying! I wished I didn't have to go in; those rows and rows of

incense, candles, funerary objects, and corpses—how could I bear it?

What I couldn't bear was

the strange looks I received from my male and female relatives, but I had to go in. Otherwise, gossip would fly everywhere. They'd say I

was heartless, that I wouldn't even look at my husband's body one last time.

I mustered my courage and strode inside. If I could get through this, my chances of happiness for the rest of my life

would be seven-tenths secured, because this world is one that bullies the weak and fears the strong. I had to become strong, ignore what

others thought, and do what I loved. My husband was dead; no one could interfere with me anymore. I was now

a free woman.

On the day of Li Laosan's burial, a light drizzle fell, giving the cemetery a somewhat desolate atmosphere. Mounds of

yellow earth, newly polished white stone tombstones, the chilly wind, the gray clouds, and the drizzling plum rains all combined to create

a scene reminiscent of a funeral procession.

The person we are burying now is a useless man, living without glory and dying without sorrow. Today was his last chance in his

life to receive flattery; tomorrow, no one would remember him.

Some monks were chanting scriptures incessantly; I couldn't understand them, nor did I care. I just kept my head down, checking

if my newly tailored mourning clothes fit properly, watching the dewdrops on the grass at my feet, and the little yellow flowers swaying in the breeze.

Someone approached me from behind, a strange heat making me tremble. Without turning around, I knew it was the driver, Ah Cai;

he had been holding an umbrella for me, and now it was lowered over my head, and he was close to me.

If I told him to move away, he would immediately move several feet away! But I didn't. Why bother? I'd just pretend I

didn't notice.

A man's body temperature is truly wondrous! Like a half-cool, half-warm iron moving across thin silk, a smooth,

close-fitting comfort! I enjoyed it, secretly lifting my eyelids.

The umbrella's edge was just covering my eyebrows, a perfect cover so that careless relatives wouldn't notice I

was spying. But for the observant, seeing my face and eyes reflected in the blue silk, they would be utterly captivated.

Who was this observant person

? He stood not far away, head bowed, eyes slightly raised—it was none other than my nemesis from a past life, Zhao Limin. His gaze was

so greedy that I dared not meet his eyes too often.

Was he jealous of Ah Cai's rudeness? Or was he grieving for breaking our appointment that day?

In any case, his eyes burned with a fire, a flame composed of all emotions and desires, blazing straight into my heart.

The monk was reciting the last few lines of scripture, always saying how good the dead ghost was, summoned by the Jade Emperor to return home and

rest, to go to heaven, and so on.

I couldn't help but cry. If people like Li Laosan could ascend to heaven and become immortals, then

probably no one in the world would go to hell after death. I could do whatever I wanted without worrying about that

final judgment.

After the ceremony, everyone gathered around to comfort me, saying the usual things like "please accept your grief and take care of yourself." I pretended to be

dazed, nodding silently and motionless—that's what a truly grieving widow should do!

Finally, Zhao Limin came up. Even before he got close, he exuded an unusual aura. I

lowered my head, half-jokingly. He approached gently, carefully and tenderly taking my right hand, squeezing and patting it, without saying a word.

I involuntarily looked up, and this time, his gaze was fixed on me, impossible to escape.

His face, once as white as jade, now appeared

a hauntingly pale white under the blue silk umbrella. The wicked smile that always graced his lips was temporarily gone, replaced by a painful self-mockery.

He hadn't opened the umbrella; the drizzle dampened his soft, curly hair, a tuft falling across his forehead, like the dejected

look of someone heartbroken. My heart softened, completely and unreservedly, letting "pity" be conveyed in my eyes.

After that, I couldn't remember how Ah Cai was sent away, how Li Min used his sister Wen Jing to invite me to their home,

or I felt like I was floating in a fog, dazed and

languid, letting others do as they pleased. It wasn't until I arrived at the Zhao family's house and found several guests already there that I regained

my senses.

Wenjing led me inside, whispering in my ear, "Look! Limin specially

invited these friends to keep you company so you wouldn't worry too much!"

Limin and his sister had a wide circle of friends; some of the six men and women were acquaintances, others complete strangers. Three men and three women,

including a writer, musician, movie star, producer, and factory owner.

Whether they knew each other or not, they were all habitual troublemakers, crowding around me shouting and yelling. Some said, "

Mrs. Li, don't cry, we'll keep you company, we can play until tomorrow!"

I gave a sad smile: "Thank you all."

"Mrs. Li, do you prefer dancing or playing cards? Whatever you say today, we'll do as you please."

"No!" I replied softly, "Thank you all for your hospitality, but I'm already happy just watching you play."

"How can you not say something? These friends are here to keep you entertained, how can you leave us out?"

I sat down with a wry smile.

Limin and Wenjing introduced me to the guests.

That one was Qin Dongfeng, the factory owner. That one was

Ruan Xiaozhen, the producer and star.

That one was Tang Tu, the musician.

That one was He Cheng, the novelist.

That one was Huang Yingying, the rising star. That one

was Chen Mali, the alluring actress.

Their relationships were complex and complicated, too numerous to describe in a few words. If one were to write their biographies, it could be a

million- word masterpiece. I had no interest in that; I only wondered why the Zhao siblings had invited these strange and unsavory characters to solve my problems.

But soon, I understood.

These men and women each had their own talents. And I, without realizing it, was gradually being assimilated by them.

At first, they danced in four pairs, and I just sat and watched. The passionate Latin music grew increasingly

frenzied, like it was tearing my guts apart, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. When they changed records, someone stood before me—

it was He Cheng.

Before I could refuse, he had already pulled me up and whispered, "Mrs. Li, don't neglect your

Mumba steps, let's dance this one.

" "I'm a loyal reader of He Cheng's novels, but I don't think he's a good dance partner, especially with newer styles like Mumba and Dickoco; they'd be

even more awkward to dance with."

But he had already wrapped his arm around my waist, and the music had started, so I had no choice but to follow his steps.

Even though he wasn't a good dancer, and he was still a man, and I'd heard many stories about his womanizing

, I began to flirt with him, unintentionally unleashing my feminine instincts.

"Any new works lately?" I asked, leaning close to his chest.

"Don't talk about those things. I have some news to tell you, it's about producer Ms. Ruan Xiaozhen

..." "I already know a lot about Ruan Xiaozhen."

"This is special news, it's about Qin Dongfeng."

My interest was piqued. Qin Dongfeng is from another province, a very successful industrialist, and

quite well-known in society. I don't think I've ever heard of any scandalous rumors about him. And this time, he couldn't escape Ruan Xiaozhen's charms! I wanted

to hear what happened. "Could it be that she's already hooked him?" I asked.

"Of course!"

"Ruan Xiaozhen is most effective with men over middle age. You know how

she used to drive Old Man Zheng and Wu Siyang crazy. This Qin Dongfeng, though less experienced, was won

over by He Bin after a few gestures from her, and he's now completely infatuated with her, a captive at her feet." "

I see you're quite interested in her too," I said, glancing at him with a smile. "Is it that you and Huang Yingying

are tired of each other?"

"I'm listening to other people's nonsense. There's nothing between Huang Yingying and me, and there's no need for us to be tired of each other. It's all just rumors.

Honestly, Mrs. Li, neither Ruan Xiaozhen, Huang Yingying, Chen Mali, nor even Zhao Wenjing can

compare to you. You have the natural beauty and temperament of a princess...

" "You're writing a novel again, Mr. He Cheng," I said in a low voice. "Be careful Miss Huang Yingying doesn't hear us.

Let's not talk about these things. I'm just wondering about you men, like Tang Tu. Does he really know nothing?

Or does he know but choose not to? Surely he can't replace his lover with a piano, can he?"

"Tang Tu has his own methods. He knows he can't beat Ruan Xiaozhen, so he simply ignores everything and maintains a facade of harmony.

He's also seeking other opportunities. You can tell by the way he dances with Chen Mali."

I glanced into the room and shook my head. "You artists' lives are truly... truly incredibly glamorous.

I think Hollywood's relationships are no better than this! If you could make a movie about it, it would be good enough to compare with them,

but you're wasting your time on these frivolous affairs!" "

I don't belong in the film industry! Mrs. Li, don't drag me into this!"

Before I could answer, the music stopped. As we parted, I squeezed He Cheng's hand. I figured

this pinch might just bring me ten or eight love letters from him, wouldn't that be hilarious

? The second song started, and Limin jumped in to dance with me. His usually nonchalant expression suddenly seemed a little

melancholy. His dance steps weren't as light as usual, and he was silent.

I said, "What's wrong, Limin?"

"Nothing."

"But I smell a sense of injustice on you." I laughed, pressing myself even closer to him.

"Woman!" he said, his voice softening.

"Women, what's wrong?" I said. "Only if you provoke them will they not dare to offend you."

"Not offend," he said.

"They're fickle, treating love like a game. For example, our six distinguished guests here—the men

are either wealthy or talented, and the women are all more beautiful and charming than flowers and jade. But if you examine

their relationships, they're not much different from those of primitive humans!

" "Oh dear!" I laughed. "Limin, since when have you suddenly become such a gentleman?"

"Towards the woman I truly love, I've always been a gentleman. I'm devoted to her, and I hope she

is too."

"Who is the woman you truly love? Ruan Xiaozhen, Huang Yingying, or that alluring, singing

Chen Mali?"

Limin's dancing suddenly stopped; he was angry. To be honest, I knew his words were directed at me;

he must have already seen He Cheng flirting with me.

I nestled my cheek against his chest and whispered, "Why aren't you answering me?"

"Yu Xuan…" His right hand pressed down hard on my waist, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.

That call had a captivating quality, and it truly came from the depths of his heart.

"Don't do that!" I gently pushed him away. "People are watching!"

"Are you afraid He Cheng will be unhappy?

" IV. Dreamlike Ecstasy

"Don't think nonsense! Limin, you have to put yourself in my shoes. My husband was just buried today, and we're already

so close!"

"Seriously, Yuxuan!" he whispered in my ear, "I just want to be close to you, the

closer the better..."

His voice and tone were as seductive as ever, making my heart itch and tingle. I was intoxicated. Intoxicated people

don't always talk like that. I said, "Limin, I have no sense of humor today, so it's not appropriate for you to tell jokes. But you

tell them very well! Your voice is full of emotion, much better than those aspiring stars or self-proclaimed stars. When did you switch careers to become an actor

?"

"It seems that today is the day your sense of humor reaches its peak, and you're using that to resist

my infatuation!

" He's right, I was deliberately making fun of him. But it was out of necessity, otherwise it would be too unbecoming of me

. Actually, deep down, I longed to be "clingy" to him!

"When they leave, don't go!" he said again. "I still have so much to tell you. I've been

keeping it inside for too long, and if I don't say it soon, I'll suffocate!"

"I don't want to hear it! All that love and clinginess! It's so cheesy! Ruan Xiaozhen likes to hear

this, why don't you go tell her? Besides, I heard she can make men swoon!"

"For you, I'm already swoon-worthy. If you don't pity me, then I'm doomed..."

"Are you crazy? Or are you trying to commit suicide?" I asked with a grin.

"You..." His voice trembled, and he couldn't continue.

The music had just stopped when I gently pushed him away and said, "Limin, feelings need time to develop." I

then away.

He stood there, lost in thought, like a sleepwalker, oblivious to everything around him.

This made me anxious. What would people think? Would they say I'd seduced him into this state?

While that might be true, I didn't want to bear that accusation first.

In my haste, a brilliant idea struck me. I slumped onto a sofa and said, "Limin, could you please get me a bottle

of Tiger Balm ?"

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