[Double Hibiscus] Episode 2: An An's Crazy Plan

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Chapter Two: An'an's Crazy Plan

In the kitchen, Wan Qing and her daughter were busy chatting, completely unaware that another

ear was hiding outside the door. That ear, of course, was me. Stay put? I'm not that stupid.

"Sister..."

"Sister what? No respect for elders! Don't call me that anymore!"

"Why? Didn't we always call each other that?"

"The past is the past. Now you're married. You can't act so carefree and do whatever you want."

"I won't! I'll still call you that! Who told you to spoil me since I was little!"

"Oh, is this my fault? What about your husband? Does he have to call you that too

?"

"So what? You're not that much older than him. Shouldn't he call me 'sister'? No way! He has to call you

'Mom' and me 'Auntie,' haha!"

"You're getting more and more ridiculous! What kind of husband calls his wife 'Auntie'? This is going to be chaotic!"

"It's good that it's chaotic! From childhood to adulthood, I've always been the junior. Even that little brat Bian Qingqing had to be

called 'Auntie' by me. Humph, this time I'm going to be the elder and get all the credit!"

"What are you 'scoundrel' for? Even though she's young, she's my cousin by seniority. What else should you call her but 'Auntie'? If you want to be

an elder, wait until you have a baby."

"I don't care, I'll call her 'Sister, Sister, Sister…'"

"Crazy girl, why are you shouting so loudly? Are you deaf?! Are you always this bossy with your husband? No manners

, no wifely behavior at all, always acting crazy. I don't know what Jiaming likes about you!"

"Oh, right, he likes everything about me, especially my bossiness."

"I just can't do anything with you! How did I give birth to such a devil! You think he's afraid of you? I think Jiaming

is mature and steady, he just doesn't stoop to your level."

"Hehe, you know that? Looks like you have a pretty good impression of him! Hey, tell me, tell me." "

Tell me what? What's there to say? You're so silly."

"Silly? The one who calls him silly is the real silly one!"

"You brat, how dare you talk to your mother like that!"

"I mean, he seems simple-minded on the surface, but he's actually quite shrewd. Don't let him fool you."

"Fool me? We're not even related, why would I bother?"

"If you were to rate him, what score would you give him?"

"Hmm... 70 points. Whether he gets a higher score depends on his future performance." "

Then I'll have him take good care of you from now on."

"Why would he take care of me? I'm not without arms and legs, why should he take care of me?"

"He's your son-in-law, isn't he? It's only right for a son-in-law to take care of his mother-in-law."

"I'd be grateful if he took good care of you, and it would save me a lot of worry."

"How have I ever caused you any worry?"

"You don't make me worry? From childhood to adulthood, your studies, finding a job, getting married—everything has made me worry.

Even after we have children, I'll still have to worry. Hey, when are you planning to have children?"

"No plans yet. We've only been married a short time. I'm still young, I don't want children so early. I want to enjoy a few more

comfortable days!"

"You're young, but your husband is already in his thirties, and in a few years he'll be forty."

"He's far from forty, and he's in great shape! Hey, sis, let me tell you, he's amazing,

every time he..."

"Shut up! How can you talk about something like this? Aren't you ashamed? Is this something you can just say? I'm embarrassed for

you if you're not ashamed!"

"Hehe, aren't you my sister? It's not like I'm talking about it. You'd be happy for me if you heard it." "

Pah, what's there to be happy about? You're getting more and more ridiculous. Be careful, the walls have ears, and your husband might overhear."

"Let him hear it, I'm not afraid of him!"

I was listening intently from outside the door when suddenly a pair of feet appeared right in front of me. I looked up and saw

An'an's almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking like she wanted to eat me alive.

"Hehe, honey, I... came to see if there's anything I can help with..."

"Get lost!"

"I'm good at peeling garlic..."

"Get lost!"

"Hey! I'm leaving, don't see me out, don't see me out."

I sheepishly returned to the sofa and sat down, listlessly flipping through TV channels with the remote. After a few channels,

I couldn't help but sneak a peek back—oh my god, the tiger was still watching! I quickly turned back and obediently watched TV, never daring

to misbehave again.

Having chased away the eavesdropper, Wanqing and her mother continued their unfinished conversation.

"Jiaming is really... humorous!"

Remembering her son-in-law's expression earlier, Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's just how he is, a child who never grows up! Sister, why don't you ask your son-in-law what he thinks of you

? Don't you want to know?"

"What does it matter if I know or not? I'm still me."

"Oh, sister~ just ask, ask quickly!"

"Okay, okay, what does your husband, my son-in-law, think of his mother-in-law?" "

He praises you highly!"

"Oh, really? What did he praise me for?" Wanqing didn't expect her son-in-law to praise her, she wanted to hear it.

"He praised you for being young, beautiful, and having a good figure, and he also said..."

"What else did he say?"

Wanqing's face flushed red, her heart as happy as a child who had found candy.

"He said there must be so many suitors for you that they could line up for blocks!"

"I think you're just making that up, haha. Jiaming is an honest man, unlike you, so gossipy."

"Oh? How do you know if he's honest or not?"

"A woman's intuition, you know? I think he's quite good—honest, patient, and good-tempered..."

They say women are strange creatures, and it's true. No matter how strong they seem on the surface, they immediately

lose their immunity to flattery. Wanqing was no exception. She had previously held prejudices against her son-in-law, but now, hearing good words,

she praised him instead.

"Hehehe!"

"What are you laughing at...you brat, trying to please your husband! You ungrateful little thing, you've only just married and you're already siding with someone

else . I raised you, and you never treat me like this?!"

"Eh~ Sister, you're blushing, haha...Ouch, ouch, ear, ear, be gentle, okay? I won't say anything, alright

? My goodness, you really have the nerve!"

"Who told you to babble and talk nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Sis, you're nothing like a great lawyer. What lawyer acts like this, resorting to

physical violence when you can't win an argument? Do you think you'll use such underhanded tactics in court?"

"How can I deal with you, you little devil, without using underhanded tactics? Let me tell you, I have many more tricks up my sleeve, so watch out!" "

No, I've already seen it! Let's get down to business. Sis, when are you going to find a partner? Look at

your daughter, she's all grown up and married. It's time to think about her own life. It's so hard being alone

all the time. Don't you find it tiring?"

"You know how hard Mom works, it's all for you!"

"Alright, alright, don't use me as a shield, I can't afford to offend you! Seriously, Sis, it hurts to see you working so

hard by yourself."

"Oh my, when did the sun rise in the west? You've never been so concerned about your mother before!"

"Mom~"

"Alright, alright, stop with the act. This isn't like you at all, it's weird. What? You're not calling me 'sister' anymore?!"

"Yes, you are Mom, and you are also my sister, hehe! How about this, we move back in with you,

to keep you company and take care of you, old lady."

"Move back? Is Jiaming willing? It seems like men generally don't want to live with their in-laws!"

"He can be ignored, the key is you, are you willing to let us move back?"

"I don't have any objections, but... have you discussed it with Jiaming? What did he say?" Wanqing certainly

hoped her daughter would come back to live with her, but this matter required her son-in-law's consent.

"Not yet. I think he'd love to!"

"Would love to? Why?"

"Nothing, his house is small, he's not comfortable living there."

"Girl, a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes. Even a small house is still a home. You can't complain about this or that, you hear me?

If you make him go back to his wife's parents' house, where will he put his face as a grown man?"

"I know! I will heed your teachings! How did we get off topic like this? Humph, sister, you're so cunning.

Why are you dragging us into your business? No, you have to tell me. Do you want to look for someone else? What kind of

person? I'll keep an eye out for you."

"What's there to look for? I'm not looking anymore. I'll just live like this, it's easy being alone, and I don't want anyone bothering me. Pass

me the plate, the one with the flower pattern."

Wanqing took the plate from her daughter, scooped up the cooked food from the pot, and started cooking another dish.

"Girl, is Jiaming really not a local?"

"Ah! What's wrong?"

"Nothing... just asking." Wanqing's eyes showed a slightly unnatural expression. She remained silent,

her thoughts drifting back to the distant, awkward era. This question had clearly touched a door that had been sealed in her heart for many years.

What lay behind that door, only she knew.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong?" An'an gently nudged her mother's arm, waking her from her reverie.

"Ah! Oh, nothing, nothing." Wanqing jolted back to reality from the depths of her memory, like someone emerging from

the seabed , taking a long, deep breath.

Seeing this, An'an guessed that her mother must have an unusual past, but she didn't press her. She

knew that asking about things her mother didn't want to talk about was pointless.

"Quickly get some water, the vegetables are burning, hurry!"

An'an hurriedly fetched half a bowl of water for her mother. Wanqing poured the water into the pot, and a cloud of smoke rose, mingling with the pungent smell of burning

as it was drawn into the exhaust duct by the range hood. Wan Qing breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if not only the foul air had been drawn away,

but also all the suffering and misfortune.

"Let's cook another pot! There's still some leftover ingredients, not much, but enough. I'll do it, sister!"

"It's alright, I'll do it. This is my specialty. I won't let my son-in-law suffer! Just chop

some ginger and garlic, and some scallions, and cut them into sections."

"Ugh!"

The TV programs were terrible, all those talent shows, blind dates, diving shows, all so loud and vulgar. I really

don't understand what's wrong with today's viewers. I should use this free time to visit my mother-in-law more often; maybe I can find

something good there.

I turned off the TV, looked around, hoping to find something interesting, and finally my gaze fell

on the oil painting that had embarrassed me. My wife says I'm pretending to know what I don't, but that's not true. I do know a little bit about things, like "

Along the ," "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains," "Mona Lisa

," and the works of Zhang Zeduan, Huang Gongwang, and Dafengqi—I know them all like the back of my hand. Looking at the painting, I thought I should try to make

something make my wife happy. So I went to the painting to appreciate it. It was a landscape painting, not very large,

about two feet square. It depicted a city street scene after the rain. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting faint patches of

light across the city. The city streets were crisscrossed, bustling with traffic—a scene of prosperity. Although it was an oil painting, it was

quite different from what we usually see. The style was incredibly detailed, so detailed that even the license plates of the cars parked on the side of the road were faintly discernible.

The figures , flowers, and even the cats and dogs were all vividly portrayed, each with its own unique expression—surprisingly, it employed the meticulous brushwork

techniques of traditional Chinese painting.

I looked at the painting from left to right, and it seemed unusual, with a slightly eerie quality. It was as if

the artist was intentionally trying to convey something to the world, but I couldn't quite place it.

The streets and roads in the painting seemed vaguely familiar, as if I'd seen them somewhere before. I mischievously changed my angle, looking at it sideways.

Wait a minute! The scene in the painting seemed to have transformed into another place, clearer and more familiar, just like

the city we live in. I couldn't help but admire the artist's genius, creating such a strange painting. Perhaps this

is what artists are like; their way of thinking is beyond our comprehension. Lost

in admiring the painting, I didn't notice how much time had passed. An'an poked her head out of the kitchen and called out, "Hey,

what are you doing? Come and get the food, dinner's ready!" I hurried over to help.

Soon, the dishes were laid out: boiled shrimp, stir-fried pork loin, sweet and sour pork, egg drop soup, stir-fried shredded vegetables,

and my favorite, bamboo shoots with oyster sauce. Each dish was served in small, delicate portions on porcelain plates, looking exceptionally exquisite, almost too beautiful to eat. My

appetite was whetted, and I looked on, practically drooling

. Seeing that my mother-in-law hadn't come out yet, I reached out to pick up a bamboo shoot, only to be stopped by a chopstick and given a disapproving look.

My mother-in-law washed her hands and came out of the kitchen. Seeing us all standing, she said, "What are you all standing there for? Sit down and eat!"

So, the three of us sat down around the dining table. My mother-in-law naturally took the head seat, with An'an and I on either side. My mother-in-law placed

a bamboo shoot in my bowl, smiling broadly, and said, "Try it, how's the bamboo shoot?" She was completely different from her earlier cunning and sly demeanor in

the living room . I was flattered and quickly put the bamboo shoot in my mouth, pretending to savor it. Then

I gave her a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Mmm, fragrant, crisp, refreshing, and smooth! Mom, your cooking is truly amazing! I think even international

chefs couldn't do better! Delicious, delicious!" My mother-in-law smiled without saying a word, but An'an scolded, "Idiot, I made

this! Can't you tell? I've been feeding you for nothing! I made the bamboo shoot, the rest is what Mom made. Try it!" I hadn't

expected to flatter the wrong person and end up blushing deeply. I quickly picked up another shrimp: "Mmm, this shrimp is good,

better than bamboo shoots!" An'an scolded again: "Have you even eaten it? You're already saying it's good."

I argued: "Hey, you don't know this, do you? You can tell the taste by looking at the color, and you can tell the flavor by smelling the aroma..."

An'an impatiently interrupted me: "Alright, enough with the long-winded explanation, can't a person eat?" I wanted to argue further,

but my mother-in-law advised: "Do you two always bicker like this? The food's getting cold, hurry up and eat!"

The dining room finally quieted down.

During the meal, I couldn't help but mention the painting: "Mom, what's the name of that painting?"

"It's called 'Double Hibiscus'," An'an blurted out while eating shrimp.

The painting is actually called "Double Hibiscus"? How strange! My curiosity was completely piqued, and I couldn't help but

put down my chopsticks and go to the painting to examine it carefully again, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find even a single hibiscus.

Seeing this, my mother-in-law said to her daughter, "Jiaming seems quite interested in paintings?!"

"What does he know? It's just curiosity. Why don't you tell him about the painting's history to

satisfy his curiosity? Hey, come here, let Mom tell you about this painting!"

Hearing this, I sat back down at the table to listen to my mother-in-law's story.

The artist of this painting was Liu Quanhe, a painter, a loner with few friends and not very famous—

probably somewhere between first and second tier. He had an eccentric and unpredictable personality, often doing things that were hard to understand

, hence the nickname "Crazy Liu." Liu Quanhe didn't care that his friends called him crazy; on the contrary,

he liked it, often boasting that he was the Van Gogh of China and claiming that the world would never know Liu Quanhe again. But who would have thought that seven

years ago he would actually go insane and be sent to a mental hospital? This painting, "Double Hibiscus," was created during his time there

. While creating this painting, his condition worsened significantly, reaching its peak of madness. His emotions were extremely

unstable , fluctuating between joy, sorrow, and anger. When joyful, he would dance wildly; when sorrowful, he would weep uncontrollably;

and when angry, he would fly into a rage. He recognized no one except his brushes, canvas, and paints. He ignored visiting friends,

treating them like strangers, completely absorbed in the world of his paintings. Coupled with his advancing age and rapidly declining health,

some predicted his imminent death. Sure enough, two months after completing the painting, on a foggy

morning, he was found dead in the lotus pond near the hospital, at the age of 67. This painting became his last

work .

After Liu the Madman's death, most of his works were collected by friends, with a few auctioned. This painting, "Double Hibiscus," changed hands

several times finally ending up in the hands of Wang Baolin, the owner of Baofeng Law Firm. Two years ago, Wang Baolin gifted it to Wan Qing.

I'd heard a little about Liu the Madman. His life was entangled in countless mysteries, such as his origins.

Some said he was orphaned at a young age and raised by his uncle and aunt; others said he was an abandoned baby, found and raised by an elderly couple who scavenged for

scraps ; still others claimed he was the product of incest between a mother and son; and the most horrifying rumor

was that he grew up in a monkey's den. Then there's his wealth. Some said he was penniless and destitute;

others said he was a wealthy merchant with immense riches; still others claimed he possessed the third fragment of the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" scroll

… The various legends were numerous and fantastical, mostly used as casual conversation. The most ridiculous

of these was the rumor about the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" scroll—even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it.

Liu the Madman ignored all these rumors, continuing to do two things—painting and philanthropy. He

devoted his entire life's energy and savings to these two things. Because of this, he earned the understanding and respect of his friends.

After hearing the story, I felt the painting was increasingly eerie and sinister, as if it concealed a huge

secret , the contents of which perhaps only the deceased Liu the Madman knew.

"Mom, don't you think this painting is a bit... strange?" I asked.

"When I first got it, I also thought it was odd. There wasn't even a single lotus flower in the painting, yet it was

named 'Double Hibiscus,' which was completely irrelevant. But after a while, I stopped caring so much."

"Maybe someone else gave it the name later?"

"That's possible, but who would do that? My teacher already had that

name when he got it, and he didn't know much about what happened before."

The teacher Wanqing was referring to was Wang Baolin. Wang was a kind and honest elder. When Wanqing was

a lawyer at Baofeng Law Firm, he regarded her as the firm's top asset and pillar, giving her great trust and support. Wanqing

also respected him greatly, always addressing him as her teacher.

Five years ago, Wanqing made a "mistake" in a case, and Baofengxing wanted to "ask" her to leave. Wang

argued strongly , trying his best to retain Wanqing and protect her reputation, even at the cost of arguing with his partner, who

almost withdrew his investment. In the end, Wanqing resigned to save face for her teacher, and the matter was resolved.

After Wanqing left, as teacher and student and friends, they still kept in touch occasionally. "Double Hibiscus" was

a gift to Wanqing two years ago on her forty-second birthday. Wang knew that besides her daughter and work, Wanqing's favorite thing was

painting , and that she was quite accomplished in it. Although the painting wasn't expensive,

it was still a masterpiece, definitely first-rate among all of Liu Fengzi's works.

After hearing the story, the dinner party ended pleasantly before we knew it, and An'an and I helped clean up the kitchen.

"Jiaming, how's your furniture factory?" my mother-in-law asked about my business.

"It's alright, I get about 10 or 20 orders a month, and I can make some money over the year. On a good day, it's

400,000 to 500,000 , and on a bad day, I can still make around 100,000." I quickly reported to her.

"Oh, such a big difference?"

Before I could speak, An'an answered for me, "The furniture he makes is quite different from what's sold on the market. He goes

the custom route, winning customers through design and craftsmanship. His monthly output isn't high, but the added value is greater, so he earns..."

"The amount of money depends on the number of orders."

Seeing that An'an's explanation wasn't very clear, I interjected, "Nowadays, most people pursue individuality. They like to customize

everything , from cars and airplanes to clothing and accessories, and furniture is no exception. I

design according to the customer's requirements, and sometimes the customer even designs it themselves. I only make some modifications, and then send the drawings and process

requirements to the factory for production. Every product is purely handmade and unique, and customers

generally appreciate it." Seeing that my mother-in-law still didn't quite understand, I introduced her to some aspects of this industry and

the entire process of custom furniture, explaining it in detail from design drawings to material selection and processing.

"Hmm, how long does it take to make a piece of furniture?"

"That depends on what you're making. Small items take a few days to a week, while large items can take a month or even longer. Slow and

steady wins the race. Customers aren't too concerned about time, but they are particular about quality. Sometimes, if a product

isn't satisfactory, it has to be reworked."

"My bed is over ten years old, it's worn out and old..."

Hearing this, I couldn't miss the opportunity to show off, so I quickly said, "Leave it to me, I'll definitely make sure you're

satisfied. I just finished a few designs a few days ago, you can come to my studio to take a look when you have time."

An'an was very happy. She knew that her mother's real intention in changing the bed was to show that she accepted her son-in-law. Entrusting you with

something was obviously a sign of valuing you, and she understood this perfectly. So she happily said,

"I think we shouldn't wait for another day, let's do it tomorrow. I'll go tomorrow too, and help Mom with her opinions!"

"I have to go to Chongqing tomorrow, how about next week, next Wednesday, I'll come to your place."

"What are you going to Chongqing for? Aren't you a legal consultant? You have to go on business trips too?"

"The company is going to handle a lawsuit in Chongqing, it's quite important, I'm a little worried, so I have to go and oversee it."

"Overseeing means leading and directing, isn't my mom amazing?" An'an boasted to me.

"Yes, yes, Mom, you're really amazing! No wonder everyone respects you as a top lawyer, haha!"

I couldn't miss the opportunity to flatter her.

"You little brat, you love to brag. Jiaming, don't be like her, always making a fuss and never doing anything proper." Hearing

her daughter and son-in-law flatter her, my mother-in-law felt a little embarrassed.

I pressed on and brought up another thing my mother-in-law was proud of: "Mom, I heard from An'an that you paint

very well ..."

"Of course, my mom's paintings are fantastic, come on, let me show you, Mom, you come too!" An'an excitedly

pulled me to admire her mother's works. My mother-in-law also put down what she was doing and followed me to her studio.

It was called an art studio, but it was really just a small room filled with nothing but painting tools and

completed paintings. Some hung on the walls, some were stacked on the floor, and one unfinished

painting leaned against an easel. The subjects were mostly portraits, still lifes, and landscapes, but the most numerous were portraits of An'an, depicting her at every

age from childhood to adulthood. The paintings were of various styles, including oil paintings, sketches, and gouache. I was dazzled and

overwhelmed , truly amazed. I hadn't expected my mother-in-law's painting skills to be so superb, completely at a professional level

. She hadn't received any formal training; she was entirely self-taught. I couldn't help but admire her

intelligence and perseverance.

I admired and praised her from time to time.

"How about that? I wasn't lying to you, was I?" An'an looked quite pleased with herself.

"Why do you have so many portraits?"

"This girl, she keeps pestering me to draw her portraits..."

"That's not it, Mom, you're accusing me first! I was clearly forced to be a model by you... Now

I'm free, you can force me to be a model now, hehe!" An'an pointed at me.

"A model? Me? This... isn't quite appropriate?" I said

, embarrassed and blushing. The mother and daughter looked at me with surprise. Suddenly they both understood. The mother

chuckled and covered her mouth, her face flushed, while the daughter blushed, both angry and embarrassed, and stomped hard on her husband's foot.

"Ouch! What did I say wrong again?"

An'an gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Pah, who told you to fill your head with all this nonsense? I asked you to be

a model what were you thinking..."

"I thought it was..." I suddenly understood too, cursing myself for being stupid, my face turning even redder to my ears.

"What did you think it was?"

My mother-in-law quickly gestured for her daughter not to press further, lest everyone feel awkward. Actually, awkwardness was already

building , but thankfully my mother-in-law changed the subject, easing the tension.

"Jiaming, An'an said you're a good photographer. Could you take some photos of these paintings sometime? I'm

thinking of publishing a picture book; it would make a great gift for friends, hehe!"

"Sure, no problem!" I never expected my hobby to come in handy, especially in

front of my mother-in-law, so I readily agreed.

"Also, many of these paintings don't have frames. You work with wood, so this is your job too,"

An'an added, giving an order. "You make frames?"

"I didn't before, but I do now." Even I felt my flattery was a little "

disgusting ." An'an secretly pinched my waist, but her face was all smiles.

My mother-in-law also smiled. After looking at the paintings, she took me to see the study and An'an's former bedroom. The visit

was harmonious and pleasant. The three of us chatted amiably, and I occasionally cracked jokes, making my mother-in-law blush and frequently

cover her mouth with a smile.

The several-hour visit finally ended, and I secretly felt reluctant to leave, already looking forward to the next visit—

a completely different feeling compared to before.

After saying goodbye to my mother-in-law, my wife and I were filled with laughter and joy, the gloom that had accumulated over the past few months completely dissipating. I was grateful for

my mother-in-law's magnanimity in accepting me as her son-in-law, and I also appreciated my wife's efforts, even though her methods were a bit "extreme"

and even a bit "dangerous." But regardless, we had finally passed this hurdle, and from now on... hehehe!

Thinking of this, I felt a surge of joy, my smugness evident on my face.

Back in our "pigsty," after removing my gear, I immediately felt a hundred times lighter. Seeing that it was late, An'an didn't say anything more and went to

take a shower .

I leaned back on the sofa, savoring every moment of the past few hours. A smile returned to my face, as if my mother-in-law

's beautiful figure was appearing before my eyes again. Although I dared not look closely due to my wife's domineering presence, it was enough to make me yearn for her,

and my mouth was practically watering.

Just then, An'an called me from the bathroom, "Honey, come here, help me scrub my back." I went to the bathroom door,

about to go in, but then remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, I need to get something." I turned around and went back into the room to find the lubricant,

thinking, "My darling, I'm counting on you soon!" I quickly took off all my clothes and excitedly went into

the bathroom .

In the bathroom, An'an stood gracefully in the steam like a blooming lotus, her beautiful eyes sparkling. Seeing that I

had already taken off my clothes and was holding that thing in my hand, she couldn't help but say coquettishly, "I told you to scrub my back, why did you bring that!"

"Hehe, it's good to do things with this!"

An'an pouted, "What things? I don't need to scrub my back."

"Oh, I don't know who said it: 'Wife, how about we go pick chrysanthemums?'"

I mimicked her coquettish tone.

An'an raised her hand as if to hit me, spitting out, "Pah! Men are all filthy scoundrels, not a single one is good!"

Despite saying this, she instinctively turned and pressed herself against the wall, legs together, her young buttocks swaying gently towards me

, the dark glint in her buttocks appearing and disappearing like a small boat on a wave. An'an had a model's figure, a

slender back and waist , breasts that could be easily grasped, and a small buttock, though not large, quite fleshy, white, round, and perky, rippling

gently when patted.

I could no longer resist, parting her buttocks, revealing her playful and adorable anus. I plunged

into it , sucking and licking like I was eating ice cream, marveling at my wife's exquisite anus—soft, smooth, melting in my mouth, with

a faint fleshy fragrance. It seemed she had done her prep work, washing her anus thoroughly, leaving no

trace of odor. My wife is truly understanding; I thank God for this precious gift, and

I will .

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, saliva and vaginal fluid were already covering An'an's crotch. Her body temperature had risen,

sending a signal to her brain through my hand: it's time to penetrate. I stood up and said, "Wife, I'm going in

!"

An'an braced herself against the wall, "Mmm! Gently, don't tear it like last time." She then spread her legs,

lowered her hips, and adjusted her buttocks to the perfect height for penetration.

I squeezed out a little lubricant and applied it to her anus and my glans, pressing down on one side of her buttocks with one hand. With

the help of the lubricant, I easily inserted myself and began to slowly thrust in and out. Although we had been through several times before,

An'an's anus still gave me an unusually strong gripping sensation; her rectum wrapped around my penis,

tightening in waves with her swaying and moaning. With each thrust of my penis, a ring of light pink intestinal flesh

rolled in and out of her anus, playfully wanting to play hide-and-seek with me.

Actually, I don't have a particular fondness for anal sex; it's just something I do occasionally. I've always believed that

anal sex isn't a necessary form of sex, but it can be used to spice things up when sex gets boring. Of course,

anal sex isn't just a "seasoning"; it can be a main course too, but too much of it

can become tiresome. Anal sex isn't fair to women either, because the anus is inherently an excretory organ, and its original

value cannot be realized through sex. Normally, anal sex won't bring women any orgasmic experience

. Of course, there are exceptions, but those are due to distorted psychology triggered by stimulation,

not produced by the anus itself. Imagine a sexual organ inserted into an excretory organ—which one will

be satisfied? The answer is obvious. Moreover, the "excretory organ," as the name suggests, is a "one-way street."

Trying to go against the flow could easily lead to bloodshed or other mishaps.

As for the actresses in AV movies displaying intense arousal during anal sex, I believe it's more

for the purpose of providing strong sensory stimulation to the audience or increasing the film producers' profits; it shouldn't be

taken literally.

Sure enough, after only a hundred or so thrusts, An'an asked to change "lanes," as anal sex couldn't

satisfy . A wife must be considerate, so I immediately pulled my penis out of her anus and inserted it

into her "crying" vagina, which was now "crying" from lack of pleasure. An'an got excited; without me moving, she instinctively moved her hips back and forth,

stroking my penis. A little while later, I put my hands under her armpits, one hand cupping her breasts, the other holding her lower abdomen, and pulled her

off the wall. We stood there, glued together, one in front of the other. I thrust my hips forward

with , my cock pounding and pounding into her cunt, sending her juices flying everywhere. The sounds of

my hips slamming against her buttocks, the sizzling of my cock rubbing against her cunt and splashing her juices, the heavy breathing, and the nauseating moans all blended

together to form a symphony. In an instant, the sounds of lust filled the entire bathroom, never ceasing.

"Oh...so good...mmm...husband, you're so strong...my ass is going to be flipped over...mmm

...husband, is it good...?"

"Yes, your big cock is good!"

"Is it better to fuck my ass...or...fuck my pussy?"

"Both are good, fuck..."

"Mmm...husband...call me auntie...call me quickly..."

I was stunned for a moment, then I understood, "Auntie, Auntie An'an, wow! Fuck your mother, it's so fucking exciting!

Fuck your mother , I'll fuck your mother..."

"Fuck my mother?! You bad guy...my mother won't let you fuck her...oh oh..."

"Won't let me fuck her, won't let me fuck her, I'll fuck her, fuck your mother, will you let me fuck her or not?!" I suddenly stepped on the gas,

full speed ahead , fucking my pussy until juices flowed all over the place.

"Let me fuck you... Oh oh... Want to fuck my mom... I need to put in more effort..."

"Put in more effort! Fuck, fuck, is it enough, huh? Is it enough! Heh heh!"

"Enough, enough... Yes, just like that... Ouch... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"Mother-in-law, Mom, is it good for your son-in-law to serve you? Is your cock big? Is your pussy swollen? Hmm..."

"You big bad guy... Big cock... Son-in-law... Mom's pussy is so swollen

... Hmm... Next time, my asshole needs to... ...have some fun too... Ah ah...

My pussy is going to burn... Ah! Ah! It's coming, it's coming... You... Ah!"

The climax came so quickly that An'an trembled all over, her limbs twitched, and she collapsed in my arms like a deflated balloon

. I held her and sat on the ground against the wall. We were both breathing heavily, exhausted,

and soaked in sweat.

After a long time, An'an raised her face and looked at me tenderly: "Husband, what's wrong with you today? You're so vigorous. You've never been like this

before ."

"Isn't being raw and vigorous a good thing?"

"Of course it's good, but... is it because of my mom, hmm?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"What does our sex have to do with your mom? Don't talk nonsense!"

"See, you're two-faced! If it has nothing to do with her, why is your heart beating so fast? You're clearly hiding something!"

"Innocent! Sex is physically demanding, how can your heart not beat fast?" "

Come on, with your little tricks, don't think you can fool me!

I've always had the wrong eye when I looked at my mom's photos, humph!"

"Your mom's photos are so pretty, every man looks like that, do you expect me to look like I'm seeing a pig

?"

"Your mom's the pig! Don't try to deny it, I saw her in person tonight, why

are ? Especially her ass!

And you're being so sneaky, thinking I didn't see it, do you think I'm stupid!"

"You're completely innocent, I didn't even get a good look at your mom's ass!"

"Pah, go to hell! If I let you see clearly, what will become of you? Let me tell you, Lou Jiaming, she's my

mother, your mother-in-law. Don't even think about getting anything funny, or I... I'll never forgive you!" An'an threatened,

but such a threat was hardly fierce and probably wouldn't have much effect.

"Look at what you're saying, how could I dare? You know how I treat you."

"Of course I know how you treat me, but I don't know how you treat others."

"Among my customers, there are plenty of young and old beauties, have you ever seen me lose my principles?"

"You only maintain your principles because you're arrogant. Now that my mother is here, who knows if you still

want to maintain your principles!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" "

I want you to promise not to do anything to my mother!"

"Okay, I promise!" "

Empty promises are meaningless. What if you

go back on your word?" "Then... let's write it down?" "

No need for that, just make a vow." "

Okay, I swear, if I do anything to your mother, then... my hands will rot, my feet will rot, my penis will rot, my asshole will rot, not a single part of my body

will be intact!"

"Pah, pah, pah, let's start over!"

An'an clearly thought this vow was too vicious, and if it came true, she wouldn't get any benefit from it.

"How about this, if I do something inappropriate, I'll let you fuck my ass once to fulfill your wish, okay?"

I teased.

Before, when An'an licked my ass, she always wanted to stick her fingers in and play with it, saying she wanted me to experience being fucked

in the ass I said that. But this really didn't sound like a vow; it sounded more like negotiating and signing an agreement.

An'an frowned: "Pah, I don't have such a perverted wish as you, I don't want to, disgusting!" But then she

thought, besides this, her husband didn't seem to have anything else he could use as collateral, so she nodded and said:

"Okay then, let's pinky swear."

I was both amused and exasperated, helplessly making a "contract" with her.

"What if your mother...does something inappropriate to me?"

"Get lost! Who do you think you are?"

An'an couldn't miss her husband's feelings for her mother. However, she wasn't worried. In her

mind, a plan had already been brewing—a crazy plan she herself couldn't believe. That's why she

often showed her husband her mother's photos, "forcing" him to look at them. Her husband, as expected, fell for it. She and her husband

made this bizarre agreement simply so he wouldn't win too easily. She wanted him to understand that to

gain something, he had to pay the price. It was like the Buddha ordering Xuanzang to travel west to obtain scriptures, to help him become a Buddha, while

simultaneously setting up numerous obstacles for him to endure hardship.

Now, with the plan already underway and showing initial signs of success, she felt a pang of regret and jealousy.

While she still held the initiative, perhaps it wasn't too late to stop the plan.

This plan was fraught with contradictions and dilemmas. As a daughter who deeply loved her mother and was willing to give everything for her,

she wanted to share joy with her. Yet, as an ordinary woman, she found it difficult to tolerate others sharing her

private possessions. No wonder people often lament the unpredictability of human nature; selfishness and selflessness are like twin sisters,

their relationship so complex that no one could truly understand its intricacies.

However, she didn't intend to abandon the plan. She never went back on her word; giving up halfway was not her style.

But An'an seemed to have overlooked two crucial issues: her mother's thoughts and the purpose of the plan. Although they were mother and daughter,

she couldn't guarantee she could fully understand her mother's mind. Her mother was a wise woman; compared to her, she

was far too naive. To expect her mother to willingly accept such an arrangement was simply a pipe dream. Implementing this plan on

her mother was like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth; it could easily backfire, leading to her utter ruin. This plan was like

Pandora's box—what temptations lay within that made it worth the risk and the sin of disrespect

? Perhaps she had considered these two questions, but simply hadn't found the answers, or perhaps she hadn't even

considered looking for them.

After a long silence, An'an said, "Honey, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?"

"I... I want to move in with Mom."

"What? Move in with her?" I thought I misheard and looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, Mom's lonely all by herself. It'll be easier for us to take care of her if we move there. Besides, this place

is too small and uncomfortable. Mom's house is big and comfortable, and she can help take care of the kids when we have them."

"But... what about here?"

"Sell it! Haven't you been thinking about getting a better car? We'll have money if we sell the house."

This house was something I'd worked hard to save up for years, and selling it like this was really hard to bear. But the thought of living under the same roof with my

beautiful mother-in-law made all my reluctance vanish. Of course, the most important

thing was that I couldn't bear to go against my wife's wishes. This house was really too small. Not to mention my wife, even I had

been living here for a long time and was unhappy. My eyes darted around, thinking that if I agreed too quickly, my wife might have some complaints.

"This isn't a good idea. If my brothers found out, they'd despise me to death!"

I said with a sanctimonious face, which made An'an want to vomit. "You're so shameless! If you don't want to, don't come begging me

later ! You don't know what's good for you. I even begged her to let us move in."

"What? You told your mom? What did she say? Did she agree?" I was a little flustered.

An'an glared at me, deliberately shut her mouth and gritted her teeth, whispering in a very unclear voice, "#

￥*..."

"Really? She really agreed!"

"Damn! You had to hear that?!"

Actually, I was already a hundred times over. My mother-in-law had agreed, what else could I say? But I was afraid

that agreeing too quickly would be embarrassing, so I still had to pretend.

"But...you need to give me some time to think it over. After all, moving is no small matter, and I need to think things through."

"What's there to think about? If you're willing, just say so. Stop being so wishy-washy and pretentious, it's disgusting!"

"See, I misunderstood again. Thinking things through before acting is the mark of a mature and steady man."

"So vulgar! Take your time to think it over. If you've made up your mind, just let me know. I don't have time to deal with you. I'm going to wash up

and go to bed. It's getting late, and I have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Sigh! Time to sleep, time to get a good night's rest!"

In the night, I couldn't help but have a confused and filthy dream. In the dream, everything was chaotic and messy.

I couldn't recognize anyone, and I couldn't make sense of the beginning or the end. In the end, I didn't even know what I had done.

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