Red Crossing Chapter 2

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Chapter 1: The Mysterious Woman The Nan Mansion was much larger and more magnificent than Pang Xiaohu had initially imagined. However, he had no time to admire it; he was summoned to work as soon as he put down his bedding. A new house was being built for the Seventh Concubine, and Master Nan Dechang was urging them to hurry. More than fifty craftsmen and laborers were working day and night. Pang Xiaohu's job was to help in the kitchen, carrying water, chopping wood, washing pots and dishes, and serving meals and tea to the hired workers. For the first few days, Pang Xiaohu worked from dawn till dusk, feeling utterly exhausted. He only felt better after getting used to it. His sister's work was at the other end of the Nan Mansion, and his brother-in-law's accounting office wasn't nearby either, so the three of them rarely saw each other. Although working at the Nan Mansion was tiring, Pang Xiaohu was able to eat his fill every day, and it was always rice, which was better than the sweet potato shreds and brown rice he ate year-round in Pangjia Village. He got up before dawn and practiced boxing alone in the courtyard to improve his physical fitness. By the time the others woke up, he was usually already drenched in sweat from training. After two months, he found his body much stronger and he had grown taller. His father, Pang Dashan, knew a little martial arts, taught to him by an old man who used to live in Pangjia Village. The old man lived alone and often came to Pang Dashan's house to borrow firewood and food. Although Pang Dashan himself was poor, the old man had been kind to him, so he didn't have to return what he borrowed. The old man was over seventy years old when he passed away. Before he died, he gave Pang Dashan a secret manual, saying it was his family heirloom. The manual had many pictures and some words, but unfortunately, Pang Dashan couldn't recognize many characters, and with his limited intelligence, he couldn't understand the pictures; the more he looked, the more confused he became. So he locked the manual in an old wooden box at home, and more than ten years passed. If it weren't for respect for the deceased, Pang Dashan would have used it to start a fire or to go to the outhouse long ago. Later, Pang Xiaohu found the manual and took it to the open space behind the house to practice. In his later years, when he was a fitness instructor, he trained in Western boxing for a month with a professional boxer, giving him a solid foundation. He had never practiced traditional Chinese martial arts and was completely unfamiliar with them. Of course, like other young people, he had read many martial arts novels and watched many movies. However, he knew that what was in novels and movies was not to be taken seriously. He had once heard a friend who had been a coach for a provincial martial arts team say that those legendary, magical Chinese kung fu techniques were either just fancy moves or outright frauds; there was no such thing as internal energy cultivation methods or acupoint striking techniques. The manual he now possessed recorded only practical skills and experience, without any fancy tricks or mentions of magical internal energy cultivation, acupoint striking, or lightness techniques. Clearly, the author was a person who understood both martial arts and culture, as the explanations in the book were very detailed. This sparked Pang Xiaohu's great interest in the book; it was genuine Chinese folk martial arts! He began to study the boxing techniques described in the book with great enthusiasm, but unfortunately, simply reading the book was not enough to truly understand the mysteries of the boxing style. One day, Pang Dashan saw his son practicing martial arts with the book, gesturing wildly as if he were practicing. He assumed his son was just copying the pictures in the manual, but he hadn't expected him to recognize the words. So he began teaching his son the basic movements the old man had taught him. The old man hadn't married when he taught Pang Dashan martial arts, and he passed away shortly after. Later, due to financial constraints, he gave up his martial arts studies, so many in the village didn't know he had ever practiced. Although Pang Dashan wasn't particularly bright, he learned very quickly. He not only remembered the movements the old man had taught him, but also many of the old man's exact words. Through his father's instruction and by comparing them with the words in the manual, Pang Xiaohu quickly grasped the essence of the style. Pang Dashan discovered that his son had far surpassed him in less than two months, and his movements were becoming more and more like the old man's. Pang Dashan couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He lit a bundle of firewood as incense and had Xiao Hu kneel and kowtow several times before the manual, as if to acknowledge the old man who had died many years ago as his master. He himself had never formally taken a master when he learned martial arts, mainly because he thought he was too stupid and afraid of embarrassing his master. The old man had never offered to take him as a disciple. However, he was full of confidence in his son's abilities: now the old man who taught him kung fu finally had a successor, and he could rest in peace. The old man's background was a mystery. Pang Dashan had heard that he had participated in the war to suppress the remnants of the Taiping Rebellion in his youth, and that his kung fu was called Red Fist, but nothing else was known. No one knew the old man's name, only that his surname was Wu, and the villagers called him Grandpa Wu. Pang Xiaohu, having understood the manual, knew that it wasn't "Red Fist" but "Hong Fist," a style of Southern Fist widely practiced in Jiangnan. That manual not only introduced the power generation techniques for various movements, but also recorded a lot of practical combat experience and the author's own insights from practicing boxing. It was a highly practical boxing manual. Xiao Hu quickly mastered this set of boxing techniques; all he lacked was practical combat experience. Because of his large family and business, Nan Dechang employed forty or fifty guards, armed with fifteen or sixteen long and short spears, while the rest used cold weapons. Pang Xiao Hu had watched the guards practice on his way to deliver meals to the craftsmen. He noticed that the leading boxer's style was similar to his own Hung Kuen, but not exactly the same. Perhaps they practiced another branch of Southern Fist. One night, Pang Xiao Hu couldn't sleep, so he got up to practice his boxing. While practicing, he suddenly noticed someone watching him nearby. "Who's there!" he shouted. A white shadow flashed in the nearby woods and disappeared into the distance. He took a breath and gave chase. The person ran ahead, and Xiao Hu chased after him. Soon, Xiao Hu was covered in sweat. Reaching an open space, the person stopped and stood there quietly. Xiao Hu also stopped, panting heavily. It was still dark, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He smelled a fragrance emanating from her; she must be a woman. She was tall and strong. Xiao Hu thought that this woman probably meant him no harm. Judging from her composed demeanor, even if they fought, he probably wouldn't be a match for her. Suddenly, the woman threw a punch at Xiao Hu's face. Xiao Hu hurriedly raised his hand to parry. With a "bang," Xiao Hu missed her punch, but inexplicably took a blow to the chest. He was jolted back five or six steps. Fortunately, he didn't feel any internal injuries. If it were really like in martial arts novels, he would probably have broken meridians and be coughing up blood by now. The woman attacked again, this time with a leg sweep. He clearly saw her leg sweep towards him and dodged to the side. But his ankle was still hit, and he lost his balance. With a thud, Xiao Hu fell to the ground. This time, unlike the last time, the fall hurt more, because his bottom landed squarely on a fist-sized pebble. As soon as Xiao Hu got up, the woman began her attack again. She pushed him with her palm, kicked him, even bumped him with her shoulder and knee, each time causing Xiao Hu, who had just stood up, to fall again. No matter how hard he tried or how he changed his moves, his fists could never hit her. Finally, he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. "Not bad, keep practicing!" The woman left only these words before drifting away. Xiao Hu, his body aching all over, could only shout at her retreating figure, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!" Chapter 2: First Encounter with Seventh Concubine Having worked in the Southern Mansion for several months, Xiao Hu and the eldest concubine had only met a few times, never even having a chance to exchange more than a few words. One day, a maid named Chunlan came to the kitchen and found Pang Xiao Hu, handing him a small paper package. It turned out that Pang Juhua had somehow obtained a piece of pastry, but she couldn't bear to eat it herself, so she entrusted Chunlan, a girl she knew, to give it to her younger brother. She was too busy with chores to take it herself. Chunlan was a maid in the inner courtyard, fourteen years old this year. She used to do rough work outside, but was recently assigned to serve the Seventh Concubine. Her treatment was much better and easier than Pang Xiaohu's and his sister's; she could wander around the mansion in her spare time. One of her cousins had married into Pang Family Village, and she had visited Pang Family Village with her cousin before. She had long heard the amazing stories about Pang Xiaohu, but had never met him before. Now that she had met Xiaohu, she felt particularly close to him and took the initiative to tell him a lot about the Nan family. She told Xiaohu that Master Nan had married eight women in total. This Seventh Concubine, because her family was poor and powerless, used to often suffer mistreatment from the other concubines. Recently, her brother had become a high-ranking officer in the National Revolutionary Army, stationed in the provincial capital, and he sent word that he would return home to visit his sister in a while. Now the benevolent Nan was in a hurry and immediately improved the Seventh Concubine's treatment in the mansion. He not only assigned her several more servants but also selected a good location within the mansion to build her a new house. However, because the project was so large, it was uncertain whether it could be completed before the Uncle's arrival. According to Chunlan, the Seventh Concubine's surname was Yuan, and her given name was Ruyu. She was extremely kind; if the maids and servants made mistakes, she would at most scold them a few times but never beat them. Therefore, everyone liked to work for her. After coming to the Nan mansion, she gave birth to a son and a daughter. Her daughter was named Huizhu, and she was already fourteen years old this year. Her son was named Zhicheng, and he was only a few years old this year.Five years old, he was the master's third son. From that day on, Chunlan and he became friends. Pang Xiaohu was constantly under the care of the head chef, Old Zhang, and was always busy with endless tasks. He could only relax a little when Chunlan came to talk to him, because Old Zhang dared not offend Chunlan. Old Zhang was probably afraid that Pang Xiaohu would steal his cooking skills, so he never let him near the stove. In fact, Xiaohu didn't think much of Old Zhang's cooking at all; he felt that although the dishes weren't bad, they weren't anything special. Pang Xiaohu could tell that Chunlan had a crush on him; she often came to talk to him. If the other maids talked to Xiaohu too much, Chunlan would get jealous, afraid that he would be "snatched" away by someone else. Xiaohu never had any feelings for Chunlan; he was already thirty when he transmigrated and thought Chunlan was too young. He preferred more mature women like his elder sister and Pang Yuchun. That morning, Chunlan came again. She said that Seventh Concubine hadn't had a good appetite lately and didn't want to eat anything. She was already tired of the food made in the inner courtyard kitchen. Old Zhang wasn't in the kitchen at the moment, and Pang Xiaohu suddenly remembered the Western-style salad that his family often ate in his later years. An idea struck him. Perhaps a slightly sweet and sour salad could help Seventh Concubine's appetite? He quickly washed a tomato, a carrot, and a cucumber, then cut them into small strips and pieces. He chopped up two hard-boiled eggs and added them, along with some minced garlic, sesame oil, and salt. Finally, he mixed it with sugar and vinegar, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Chunlan. He said to her, "Quickly take this to Seventh Concubine; maybe she'll like it." Although it wasn't a proper Western salad, it was a passable imitation. Chunlan took the bowl with some skepticism. After a while, Old Zhang arrived. He noticed that two of the hard-boiled eggs from that morning were missing and asked Xiaohu what had happened. Xiao Hu said that Chunlan had taken it to Seventh Concubine's room. Old Zhang found it strange, thinking that Seventh Concubine wouldn't be interested in food from the main kitchen. Of course, he also knew that although Pang Xiaohu was young, he was always honest and wouldn't have eaten it secretly. Around noon, Chunlan ran back excitedly and told Pang Xiaohu, "Seventh Concubine ate all the 'snake soup' you made this morning, and she said she wants you to make it for her again tomorrow." She had wanted to tell Xiaohu for a while, but she was too busy and had kept putting it off until now. Because she had run so fast, Chunlan's face and head were covered in sweat. Through her clothes, Xiaohu could see her small breasts moving with her breathing, and he quickly looked away. Old Zhang then believed what Xiaohu had said earlier, and stared wide-eyed at the twelve-year-old boy, thinking to himself: "I didn't realize this kid had such skills!" Pang Xiaohu felt ashamed inwardly. He had been on tenterhooks since morning, afraid that the bowl of lettuce hadn't been washed properly and might have upset the Seventh Concubine's stomach—that would be a disaster. Before Chunlan had even left, Steward Zhang arrived. He said that starting tomorrow, Pang Xiaohu wouldn't have to work here anymore; he would go to the inner courtyard to make breakfast for the Seventh Concubine, and when he wasn't busy, he would be at her beck and call, running errands for her. Of course, his wages would be paid according to the inner courtyard's standards. He then hurriedly left. Now, his fellow kitchen workers all looked at Xiaohu with envy, chattering, "Xiaohu, you've struck it rich! You'll have to look after us from now on!" Even the head chef, Old Zhang, came to congratulate him earnestly, making Pang Xiaohu quite embarrassed. He suddenly became "the Seventh Concubine's favorite" in everyone's eyes. After working in the inner courtyard for a few days, Pang Xiaohu discovered that the Seventh Concubine was actually quite kind and not picky at all. At first, he only prepared "snake meat" for her in the mornings. This was how Chunlan addressed her, and he was too lazy to correct her. Later, he made her some other snacks. Seventh Concubine liked everything he made. He didn't have much to do usually, besides helping deliver messages and things, sweeping the floor, watering the plants, and so on. Occasionally, he was sent to town to buy things for women and children. However, this "favorite" only officially met Seventh Concubine Yuan Ruyu once on his first day in the inner courtyard. Although she was already a mother of two, she was still as beautiful as a fairy, and her jeweled attire made her even more radiant. Whether looking at her face or her figure, she was Xiaohu's type. When they met, Xiaohu blushed and lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Yuan Ruyu's bright eyes. The meals he prepared in the kitchen were always brought to Seventh Concubine's room by special servants. Usually, Chunlan or other maids and old women assigned him errands, so he didn't have many opportunities to speak with this unbelievably beautiful woman. Chapter 3: Widow Chen Ma Two months later, Xiao Hu gradually became familiar with the people who served the Seventh Concubine, the most familiar of whom was Chen Ma, the Seventh Concubine's trusted confidante. Chen Ma was a widow nearing forty; her husband had died less than a year ago. She had two daughters, both grown up and married. She must have been quite beautiful in her youth; although her hair was now gray and her face had wrinkles, she was still quite "well-endowed." Pang Xiao Hu often overheard the craftsmen and servants talking about her behind her back, their words vulgar and obscene, discussing her large breasts or firm buttocks. Chen Ma enjoyed the Seventh Concubine's trust, and these people would only make snide remarks about her behind her back, not daring to flirt with her to her face. Chen Ma was a very kind person; seeing that Xiao Hu lived alone in the mansion, she offered to mend his torn clothes. One time, Chen Ma had a severe headache, and her face looked terrible. Xiao Hu helped her sit down in a chair and stood behind her, massaging her head and neck. At first, Chen Ma didn't pay much attention, but after a while, she was surprised to find that her headache had indeed been cured by Xiao Hu's massage. Chen Ma was very happy and said to Xiao Hu, "I wish you were my son." She took out a piece of cloth that the Seventh Concubine had given her and gave it to Xiao Hu, asking him to make her a new set of clothes. Xiao Hu couldn't bear to wear the new clothes, so he asked someone to take the cloth back to Pangjia Village. When Chen Ma found out, she touched his head and said, "What a filial and good child." She also found some old clothes for him to wear, which belonged to her deceased husband. Her husband wasn't very tall, and Xiao Hu could barely fit into his clothes. From then on, Xiao Hu often went to Chen Ma's house to massage her, sometimes because she had a headache or backache, and sometimes because she had accidentally sprained her ankle. These minor ailments were relieved after being massaged by Xiao Hu's skillful hands. Now, Xiao Hu's work during the day was easier, and since Chen Ma was a mature woman, massaging her sexy body didn't tire him out at all. At first, Chen Ma was a little shy, blushing whenever Xiao Hu's hands occasionally touched her sensitive areas. Later, she grew bolder, wearing less and less clothing during massages. Eventually, she dared to strip down to only a thin undergarment and floral shorts, lying on the bamboo bed with her eyes closed, enjoying Xiao Hu's service. Of course, all of this was done in secret from Seventh Concubine and the other servants. She had instructed Xiao Hu never to tell anyone about his massages. Xiao Hu especially loved massaging Chen Ma's feet, because she had a pair of small, exquisite, and flawless feet. In his later life, Xiao Hu had a slight foot fetish. In his eyes, Chen Ma's feet were more beautiful than many young girls'. Now, looking back, the most beautiful pair of feet he had ever seen belonged to his future mother-in-law. Whenever he saw his mother-in-law's jade-like feet, a strong desire would rise within him. However, he and his wife were very loving, and his "improper thoughts" about his mother-in-law could only remain buried deep in his heart. The current Chen Ma reminded him of his own mother-in-law. He noticed that Chen Ma also enjoyed his foot massages. Sometimes, as she massaged, her face and neck would turn red, and her chest would heave violently, as if she were very excited. Xiao Hu couldn't help but wonder: Could a foot massage really bring this woman to orgasm? In his later life, he had encountered such an extraordinary woman; her orgasms were incredibly loud, and he still vividly remembered her intoxicating moans. That evening, Chen Ma called Xiao Hu over again. As usual, Xiao Hu massaged her while chatting with her. Chen Ma asked many questions about his family and whether he was engaged. Afraid that Chen Ma would propose marriage for him and he would be embarrassed to refuse, Xiao Hu said that his family had already arranged a marriage for him, and the girl was two and a half years older than him. He was telling the truth, but he didn't tell the whole story. The family later changed their minds and returned the engagement gifts that Xiao Hu's family had sent. The girl's parents thought Pang Dashan's family was too poor and were afraid that their daughter would suffer if she married his son. Pang Dashan was furious for several days over this, even smashing an old teapot. Chen Ma seemed a little disappointed to hear that Xiao Hu was engaged; she had originally planned to marry one of her nieces to him. After a while, she whispered to Xiao Hu if he had ever touched a woman's breasts. Xiao Hu shook his head. Chen Ma then asked him if he wanted to touch them. Xiao Hu, as if possessed, answered, "Yes." His face immediately turned red. Strangely enough, Xiao Hu had had a lot of sexual experience in his previous life; he even remembered how he had made love with women. But after transmigrating, his psychology had changed drastically, making him more like a teenage boy. Chen Ma laughed. She sat up, took off her upper body, and grabbed...Guo Xiaohu placed his hand on his ample breasts and whispered to him, "If you ever want to touch a woman, come to Chen Ma's place. Chen Ma will let you touch as much as you want." Then he added, "You absolutely mustn't tell anyone else about this, or your Chen Ma will be too ashamed to face anyone." While caressing Chen Ma's white, plump breasts, Xiaohu didn't forget to massage them. Chen Ma lay there feeling extremely comfortable, almost letting out a cry. That night, Pang Xiaohu had many dreams. He dreamt of his mother and eldest sister, then of Pang Yuchun and Chen Ma, all of them completely naked and incredibly beautiful. When he woke up, he found his crotch wet; he had wet himself. He couldn't help but cheer inwardly, "I've finally grown into an adult!" A few days later, one evening, Xiaohu was tending to the flowers and plants in the yard when Seventh Concubine Yuan Ruyu sent a maid to summon him to her room. Seeing her serious expression, Xiaohu knew she must have something very important to tell him. Yuan Ruyu had heard from Chen Ma that the newcomer, Xiao Hu, could read, but Chen Ma herself wasn't sure how many characters he knew. She needed someone who could both read and keep secrets to help her, and after thinking it over, Xiao Hu seemed the most suitable. She took a letter from her cupboard and handed it to him, asking him to read it to her. Xiao Hu noticed that Yuan Ruyu had dismissed everyone around her, even Chen Ma. Seeing the nervousness on her face, he reassured her, "Seventh Madam, please rest assured. I'm bound by my duty. I will never reveal what's in this letter to anyone else." He then began to read the letter very carefully. It was from Seventh Madam's own brother, Yuan Zhenguo, and besides general greetings, it contained extremely private matters. Xiao Hu was astonished; he hadn't expected so many secrets to be hidden in the Nan family. No wonder Seventh Madam had kept it from even Chen Ma. The letter was written in classical Chinese, and there were a few parts that Seventh Concubine didn't quite understand. Xiao Hu explained them to her in plain language until she understood. After reading the letter, Pang Xiao Hu stood there motionless, waiting for Seventh Concubine's instructions. Seventh Concubine's expression was complicated. She stared at Xiao Hu for a long time before asking, "Pang Xiao Hu, since you're a poor boy from Pang Family Village, can you tell me where you learned all these skills? I've already inquired with worldly people about the snacks you made for me, and some of them are actually dishes from the West. Also, you read this letter very fluently. Although I don't know many characters myself, I can sense that you're more learned than the old tutor hired by the manor. How is this possible?" Pang Xiao Hu thought to himself: Seventh Concubine is indeed a clever woman; it won't be easy to fool her. Fortunately, he had anticipated this and had already prepared a plan when he read the letter to her. He bowed to Yuan Ruyu first, then said solemnly, "Seventh Concubine is right, my background is indeed not simple. I was born into a prestigious family, but when I was six, my family suffered a great calamity, and I ended up alone in Pangjia Village. Because it involves some secrets of my family, please forgive me for not being able to tell you the details. I swear to God that I, Pang Xiaohu, have no ill intentions towards Seventh Concubine. Seventh Concubine, you have taken me in, and I will definitely do my best to serve you in the future." Yuan Ruyu nodded after hearing this. Although she hadn't found out Xiaohu's background, she was clearly satisfied with his attitude. Xiaohu wasn't worried that she would reveal his secrets to others, because he now knew many of Seventh Concubine's secrets as well. Seventh Concubine took out a silver coin and a string of beads and handed them to Pang Xiaohu. Xiaohu recognized them; these were the beads that Seventh Concubine had worn around her neck when he first met her, and they still carried her unique fragrance. She said, "Take this silver coin first; I'll need it for something important later. I heard your eldest sister also works at the manor. This string of beads isn't worth much, so give it to her." She continued, "I'll give you two days off. You can rest or visit your eldest sister. Don't worry about things here." Pang Xiaohu didn't stand on ceremony. After accepting the silver coin and beads, he solemnly thanked the Seventh Concubine and then withdrew. It seemed this Seventh Concubine was quite adept at winning people over. He knew that from now on, he had truly become a confidant of the Seventh Concubine, Yuan Ruyu. Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for him was still unclear; he could only take it one step at a time. In any case, caution was always the best course of action. Chapter 4: The Eldest Sister's Confession, Xiaohu's Heartache That night, Pang Xiaohu left the Nan Mansion with the string of beads in his pocket, happily heading towards his eldest sister's house. The Seventh Concubine had said the string of beads wasn't worth much, but that was because she had high standards. Pang Xiaohu thought its craftsmanship was exquisite, worth at least ten silver dollars. His elder sister had never seen such exquisite jewelry before; she would surely love it. He couldn't wait to see the happy look on his sister's face as she wore the beads. It was already dark when he arrived at his sister's house. His sister was having dinner with her father-in-law. His brother-in-law, Dong Yifu, had gone out to collect debts for his employer and hadn't been home for several days. His sister was delighted to see Xiaohu and got up to serve him some food. Xiaohu quickly stopped her, saying he had already eaten at the South Mansion. Pang Juhua had long heard that Xiaohu had been promoted to a position in the inner courtyard for making "snake-catching" for the seventh concubine, and she hadn't seen her brother for over a month. She remembered that when Xiaohu was home, he often brought back wild game to improve the family's diet; he knew many cooking methods, and his dishes were always delicious. However, she had never heard of "snake-catching." But she was already used to her brother. While eating, she asked her brother all sorts of questions, and occasionally served her father-in-law food and massaged his back. Dong Yifu's father chatted with Xiaohu for a few minutes, asking about his situation at the Nan family mansion. He instructed Xiaohu to be diligent in his work, loyal to his master, and not to steal anything, otherwise his brother-in-law would lose face if he were kicked out of the mansion, and so on. Xiaohu wasn't familiar with the old man and didn't like his always stern face. But he was his elder sister's father-in-law, so Xiaohu could only politely nod as he spoke. After the meal, Pang Juhua brewed tea for her father-in-law, lit his pipe, and then took Xiaohu to her own bed to rest. Because Xiaohu lived at the Nan family mansion, he usually slept on a simple makeshift bed on the floor in the main room when he came to his sister's house. Today, since her brother-in-law wasn't home, his sister had brought him to her bed. Xiaohu was just a child, and it wasn't unusual for him to sleep with his own sister. After watching Xiaohu fall asleep, she went back to wash the pots and pans, did some chores, and then boiled water to help her father-in-law wash his feet and rest. Lying in bed, Xiao Hu inhaled his sister's familiar scent on the blanket, feeling particularly at ease. He still held the string of beads in his hand, intending to give it to his sister when she came to sleep, to make her happy. He hadn't taken the beads out earlier because Dong Yifu's father was present. But after waiting a long time and seeing his sister still hadn't come, he couldn't stay awake any longer and unknowingly fell asleep snoring. Xiao Hu woke up in the middle of the night, reaching out to touch his sister, but didn't find her. Why hadn't she come to sleep yet? He felt uneasy, quietly dressed, and got up to check. His sister's house only had a few rooms; the main room where they usually ate was empty, the kitchen was dark, and the two rooms filled with miscellaneous items were also pitch black. That left only Dong Yifu's father's bedroom. Suddenly, Xiao Hu had a bad feeling; his mouth felt bitter and astringent, and his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. He walked towards the room against his will, praying that what he was thinking wasn't true. But his prayers were answered. As he approached the room, he clearly heard a woman's moans coming from inside. He knew that sound all too well; he had often fallen asleep to it when he was a child, sleeping with his parents. Now he knew—the sounds his older sister made during sex were exactly the same as his mother's! Xiao Hu went around to the window and quietly peeked inside. A small oil lamp was lit, casting a dim light. But he could still see a man and a woman locked in a passionate struggle on the bed. Dong Yifu's father was completely different from before; he didn't look like a skinny old man over sixty at all. He had his older sister's legs hoisted onto his shoulders, thrusting into her in a "cart-riding" position, making her scream with pleasure. Xiao Hu could see his sweat-drenched back and his constantly heaving buttocks. Beneath him lay his eldest sister's snow-white body; he could even see her vulva, glistening with lustful fluids. Pang Xiao Hu's heart bled. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and stood outside the window for a while, watching intently. Later, he slowly retreated to his eldest sister's room, collapsing onto the bed without even taking off his clothes. But he couldn't fall asleep. His mind kept replaying the image of the beautiful and gentle Pang Juhua being repeatedly raped by that old bastard, Dong Yifu's father. His eldest sister was committing adultery with her father-in-law. This was a fact Pang Xiao Hu refused to accept, yet couldn't deny. He felt so sorry for his eldest sister; he couldn't understand what was happening. Dong Yifu's father wasn't attractive to Pang Xiao Hu at all, let alone a young and beautiful newlywed like his eldest sister. But from his eldest sister's moans, it didn't sound like she was being forced. Besides, she was such a young woman; if she really resisted...The old man might not be a match for her. Pang Xiaohu felt sorry for his older sister, but also resented her. He tossed and turned in bed, finally realizing that since transmigrating to this time, he had fallen hopelessly in love with his own sister. After a while, soft footsteps sounded outside the door; his older sister had returned. Pang Xiaohu quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Pang Juhua walked to the bedside. "Xiaohu, Xiaohu," she called him twice. Pang Xiaohu resisted the urge to answer; in truth, he felt deeply wronged and wanted to throw himself into his older sister's arms and cry. Then he heard the rustling of clothes being taken off, and then his older sister quietly got into bed. She noticed Xiaohu was still dressed, so she helped him take them off and covered him with the blanket, just like when she used to put her younger brother to sleep when they were little. She didn't fall asleep immediately but sat on the bed, watching her brother, lost in thought. Pang Xiaohu held his breath, turning his back to his sister and curling up beside her. Suddenly, the older sister leaned down and kissed his face. A single, cold tear rolled down her cheek and landed on his face. This tiny tear broke through Xiao Hu's emotional defenses, and he could no longer hold back. He turned and embraced his older sister, burying his face in her chest and sobbing violently. He smelled a strong odor of tobacco on her; it was undoubtedly from her father-in-law. He felt even more aggrieved. Pang Juhua was startled, thinking her brother had fallen seriously ill, and hurriedly asked him what was wrong. Later, she heard her brother sob, "Older sister, just now you and father-in-law... I saw it all." She cried out, "Oh God!" and then everything went black; she fainted. When the older sister awoke from her unconsciousness, she told her brother the whole truth: her affair with her father-in-law had been forced upon her by her husband, Dong Yifu. It turned out that Dong Yifu himself was infertile. He had tried for several years to get his first wife pregnant, but to no avail. The woman was a divorcee, having borne a son and a daughter with her ex-husband. Dong Yifu's father chose her as his daughter-in-law because of her large breasts, wide hips, and previous pregnancies. Several years into their marriage, she couldn't conceive, leading the old man to suspect a problem with his son's health. Desperate to continue the Dong family line, he couldn't wait any longer and took matters into his own hands, sleeping with his daughter-in-law. The woman was physically strong and had a high sex drive. She was never satisfied with sleeping with Dong Yifu. Though she didn't say anything, she harbored resentment. Therefore, when her father-in-law climbed into her bed in the middle of the night, she only struggled symbolically before letting him mount her, eventually even opening her legs to accommodate him. Not long after, she became pregnant. Dong Yifu and his father were overjoyed, burning incense and praying to Buddha, engaging in excessive sexual activity for several days. But then, tragedy struck again. A few days before her due date, her daughter-in-law tripped and fell at her own doorstep, causing a miscarriage, followed by severe bleeding. Both mother and child perished. Before marrying Pang Juhua, the father and son had agreed that if things didn't work out, the father would have to take over. For the first three or four months after Pang Juhua's marriage, Dong Yifu diligently tried to seduce her, but to no avail. That evening at dinner, Dong Yifu and his father forced Pang Juhua to drink. Pang Juhua wasn't a heavy drinker; she got drunk after just one glass. But she dared not resist and let the father and son get her drunk. While she was drunk, the father and son carried her to the bed, stripped her naked, and then the son held her arms while the old man, completely naked, climbed on top of his daughter-in-law. When Pang Juhua regained consciousness, she found herself naked beneath her father-in-law, who was thrusting his ugly penis between her legs. Just as she was about to struggle and scream, she saw her husband standing to the side, holding a large wooden stick. He said to her viciously that they were doing all this so that the Dong family could have an heir. If she didn't agree, he would use family discipline on her and then sell her to traffickers to become a prostitute. Although Pang Juhua grew up in a poor family, she had been diligent and sensible since childhood and had never been beaten by her parents, so she was terrified of the wooden stick her husband held. As for the threat of being sold to a brothel, she was, of course, also afraid. Although she had never seen what a brothel looked like, she had heard from the villagers that brothels were huge pits of fire, where women lived miserable lives year-round. And so, right under her husband's nose, she was brutally raped by her father-in-law. She didn't remember exactly how long it lasted the first time, but it was much longer than her husband's usual time. From then on, Dong Yifu was too lazy to touch Pang Juhua's body anymore; her father-in-law took over. Sometimes two or three times a day, sometimes once every two or three days; if she refused to sleep with her father-in-law, she would be scolded by her husband. Pang Juhua knew resistance was futile, so she could only endure the old man's torment. For the sake of her parents and siblings in Pangjia Village, she had to bear this humiliation. After marrying Dong Yifu, she often helped her parents financially, and Dong Yifu didn't object. The people of Pangjia Village envied her father, saying to everyone they met, "Look how lucky Pang Dashan is! He raised such a good daughter and found such a good son-in-law." Although her father-in-law looked like a thin old man, his sexual prowess surpassed that of most young men. Pang Juhua later heard from her husband that her father-in-law had been a martial arts instructor and had even been involved in the underworld for a time in his youth. Gradually, she became accustomed to her father-in-law's advances, and sometimes even derived considerable pleasure from it. Her father-in-law clearly derived great pleasure from her as well. Sometimes, while they were eating, the old man's penis would suddenly become erect. He would put down his chopsticks, close the door, and without even wiping his mouth, he would pull down his daughter-in-law's pants. Dong Yifu would usually hide silently in another room at this time. Each time, Pang Juhua felt extremely humiliated and pained, yet her body couldn't help but become aroused. This made her feel very lewd and despicable, and she spent most of her time in shame and pain. Pang Juhua hugged her younger brother, crying as she told him about these shameful things about her family. She also said, "It's all my fault, I'm a bad woman." Pang Xiaohu quickly covered her mouth with his hand, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Sister isn't a bad woman, sister is the best woman in the world." He swore to heaven that he would make sure his sister lived a dignified, peaceful, and happy life in the future. Pang Juhua, with tears in her eyes, said affectionately to her younger brother, "Xiaohu, you are the smartest child I've ever met. I believe in you!" "Having said that, she seemed to have made up her mind. She reached out and tore off the only thing she was wearing, her undergarment, and pressed her bare breasts against her younger brother's face. Pang Xiaohu was terrified by his older sister's actions. He stared wide-eyed at his beloved older sister, not knowing what to say. Pang Juhua hugged her brother and kissed his face, saying, "Xiaohu, I've known for a long time that you like me. When you grow up, I'll make you a real man, and I'll even have a child for you, and I'll name him Xiaohu too." Xiao Hu tightly embraced his eldest sister's naked body, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't tell her that he had grown up and that he had experienced his first wet dream a few days ago. The next morning, Pang Xiao Hu returned to the Nan Mansion ahead of schedule. If he stayed at his eldest sister's house, he feared he might lose control and kill that despicable old bastard with a knife. He knew that doing so wouldn't save his eldest sister but would also implicate her, plunging her into an abyss of despair. He had always been indifferent to fame and fortune, with little ambition. Last night's experience completely changed his mindset. His current life goal was clear: to quickly acquire enough money and power to rescue his eldest sister from her suffering and secure the happiness she deserved. [To be continued]The text is a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, seemingly from different sources and contexts. A coherent translation isn't possible without the full context and complete sentences. It appears to be a mix of news snippets, possibly from different sources, and lacks a clear narrative. A proper translation wouldn't be meaningful without the original source. Although her father-in-law looked like a thin old man, his sexual prowess surpassed that of most young men. Pang Juhua later learned from her husband that her father-in-law had been a martial arts instructor and had even been involved in the underworld for a time in his youth. Gradually, she became accustomed to her father-in-law's advances and sometimes even derived considerable pleasure from it. Her father-in-law clearly also derived great enjoyment from her. Sometimes, while they were eating, the old man's penis would suddenly become erect. He would put down his chopsticks, close the door, and without even wiping his mouth, he would come and pull down his daughter-in-law's pants. Dong Yifu would usually hide in another room without saying a word. Each time, Pang Juhua felt extremely humiliated and pained, yet her body couldn't help but become aroused. This made her feel very lewd and despicable, and she spent most of her time in shame and pain. Pang Juhua hugged her younger brother, crying as she told him about these shameful things about her family. She also said, "It's all my fault, I'm a bad woman." Pang Xiaohu quickly covered her mouth with his hand, tears streaming down his face, and said, "You're not a bad woman, you're the best woman in the world." He swore to God that he would make sure his sister lived a dignified, peaceful, and happy life. With tears in her eyes, Pang Juhua said affectionately to her younger brother, "Xiaohu, you are the smartest child I've ever met. I believe in you!" As if making a decision, she reached out and tore off her only garment, her undergarment, and pressed her bare breasts against her brother's face. Pang Xiaohu was terrified by his sister's actions. He stared wide-eyed at his beloved sister, speechless. Pang Juhua hugged her brother and kissed his face, saying, "Xiaohu, I've always known you love me. When you grow up, I'll make you a real man, and I'll give you a child, also named Xiaohu." Xiao Hu tightly embraced his eldest sister's naked body, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't tell her that he had grown up and that he had experienced his first wet dream a few days ago. The next morning, Pang Xiao Hu returned to the Nan Mansion ahead of schedule. If he stayed at his eldest sister's house, he feared he might lose control and kill that despicable old bastard with a knife. He knew that doing so wouldn't save his eldest sister but would also implicate her, plunging her into an abyss of despair. He had always been indifferent to fame and fortune, with little ambition. Last night's experience completely changed his mindset. His current life goal was clear: to quickly acquire enough money and power to rescue his eldest sister from her suffering and secure the happiness she deserved. [To be continued]

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