【If Heaven Has Feelings】(45)

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Chapter 45
The warm, gentle morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the spacious bedroom.
The air conditioner on the corner wall continued its relentless warm airflow. The slightly dry air was thick with the scent of male and female saliva.
On the three-meter-long bed in the center of the bedroom, two bodies, a man and a woman, were intertwined. The man was tall and strong, his muscles sculpted
like those of an ancient Greek statue; the woman was slender and voluptuous, her body as white as mutton-fat jade. They were the very
ones responsible for this lewd atmosphere.
I slowly awoke from my sleep, feeling a slight itch on my nose. Opening my tired eyelids, I saw
a face that could be both charming and sorrowful. My mother lay facing me, nestled in her long, smooth, wine-red curls. Her
two bright, clear eyes gazed at me with love. Her slender, white fingers were playing with a strand of hair near my
nose. The culprit that had woken me from my dream was none other than those curls.
"You're awake, you lazybones." Seeing me open my eyes, Mom's beautiful face blossomed into a sweet
smile, her cherry-red lips parting to reveal her pearly white teeth.
"Hmm, Mom, why are you up so early?" I only realized how sore my left arm was when I woke up; it turned out Mom
had been sleeping with my arm under her head all night. But I felt only pleasure, not annoyance.
"It's not early at all, it's almost ten o'clock! It's all your fault, making us stay up so late yesterday..." As she said this,
two blushes rose on Mom's rosy cheeks, as if she were blushing with shyness.
Indeed, we stayed up very late last night, like a couple separated for a long time
, frantically seeking sexual pleasure from each other's bodies, using every imaginable position imaginable
, from the bed to the floor and back again. My mother's plump, smooth, snow-white body transformed into countless alluring postures under my control
, while my thick, long penis repeatedly pierced her flower core, repeatedly pouring
thick, white semen into her body.
"Hehe, you looked so tired yesterday, Mom, you kept saying you were going to die, you were going to die
, but I didn't expect you to be able to get up early." I teased, reaching down with one hand to grasp one of my mother's
snow-white, plump breasts, my fingers kneading the exceptionally white flesh.
"Mmm," Mom murmured softly. She playfully slapped me shyly, complaining,
"It's all your fault! Your naughty thing is so thick and long, and it always goes in so deep. How can Mom stand
your naughty thing?" "This morning too, that naughty thing was all puffed up early, and you woke Mom
up. You were still sleeping so soundly." Mom's coquettishness made me realize something. Looking
down at her undulating, snow-white body, I saw one long, white, lotus-root-like leg draped over my side as I lay on my buttocks, and my other long, white
leg sandwiched between her legs. Her honeyed vulva was filled with a thick, arm-like penis,
the entrance of her vulva squeezed open by the penis, revealing two bright red labia covered in white mucus and secretions.
It turned out that after my last ejaculation inside my mother yesterday, my large penis hadn't completely softened and
withdrawn from her vagina. We were both exhausted and fell asleep entwined. But after a night, my energy returned
, and I experienced morning erections. My penis, already inside her, became hard and thick, naturally waking her
.
"Hehe, sorry, he just wanted to say hello to you, little sister, and say good morning
. Thank you for your care yesterday, I'm very grateful," I teased my mother, moving my hips and pushing my penis deeper
.
"Ah!" My mother's extremely sensitive body responded with pleasure, the tender flesh inside her vagina
wrapping around her with renewed vitality. Last night's intense battle seemed to have left them unscathed.
"You're so rude, all you do is bully little sister," my mother said with
a laugh, her long white legs tightening slightly.
"Hmm, he really can't do anything, all he does is fuck you, Mom." Saying this, I thrust upwards a few more times, my huge penis
piercing through layers of resistance and touching her clitoris, causing my mother's delicate body to tremble wildly.
"Hmm... Ah, you naughty son, you only know how to bully your mother. I gave birth to you and raised you all these years, and this is how you repay your mother
?" My mother bit her lower lip as she spoke, a contradictory expression of wanting to moan with pleasure yet trying hard to hold back
.
"Mom, this naughty thing was also born of you. Since you've given so much for it, naturally it should
repay you properly." I teased, but my lower body continued thrusting without hesitation.
"That's utter nonsense! You were born from Mommy's sister, and now you're sticking this thing
into Mommy's sister again. What kind of nonsense is that? How dare you say that?" Mom raised her slender hand and lightly slapped me
, but her words were much bolder. After these two days of physical intimacy, she
had become more open in front of me, no longer holding onto the reserve of a mother. Her attitude towards me was somewhere
between mother and lover.
"Why should I be embarrassed? Love between men and women is a natural order. I'm using the brother you gave birth to to repay
your kindness in raising me. Isn't that destiny? I truly love Mommy." I continued to
say to her in this half-joking, half-serious tone.
With a "pfft," Mom couldn't help but burst into laughter, her face blossoming like a lily in full bloom
, utterly captivating. She reached out her slender, white fingers and gently stroked my cheek, chuckling, "Oh dear, you
have such a sharp tongue! You dare say anything, even such absurd things. I bet
you can even turn white into black. Unlike your father, who's so quiet, never uttering a sound." "Hehe, that just means
I inherited more of your good genes. Half the credit goes to you, Mom," I chimed in
, adding a little flattery.
"Tch, I'm not as glib as you. Don't try to pin it on me," Mom said with a charming smile, clearly
amused.
"Mom, you're lying again. Your tongue is so smooth and tender, I can't get enough of it!" I
retorted, leaning down to capture my mother's cherry lips. The words she was about to utter were sealed by the tip of my tongue; she simply...
My mother opened her mouth to meet my tongue, our delicate tongues intertwining in a tender, sweet, wet kiss.
Meanwhile, my lower body didn't stop, remaining connected to my mother's long, white legs.
My large, fleshy penis thrust in and out of her. On this winter morning, we
lay comfortably on the bed, our limbs shamelessly entwined. My penis pumped in and out of my mother's honeyed depths, and she
nestled in my arms like a large white lamb, a slender, white finger gently circling my chest. After
a while of French kissing, I suddenly remembered something and pulled my tongue away, asking, "By the way, Mom, I
want to ask you a question." "What is it?" My mother looked up at me, her face flushed with desire, her eyes slightly glazed
.
"Well, between me and Dad, who do you find more satisfying?" I asked seriously, looking directly at her
.
"What?" My mother seemed confused, asking in bewilderment.
"I mean, between Daddy's thing and mine, which one do you like better?" Seeing that Mom hadn't
reacted yet, I simply asked bluntly.
"You brat, how can you ask your mother like that? Ugh, ugh!" My words made Mom both embarrassed and angry.
She clenched her small fist and gently punched my chest, her snow-white cheeks flushed with a delicate pink.
"Just say it, we're already like this, what's there to be embarrassed about?" I could tell that Mom wasn't
really angry, so I let her half-heartedly punch me, while my huge penis thrust deep inside her again.
"Mmm..." Mom let out a soft moan through her nose. She gently bit her bright red lower lip, her long-lashed
almond-shaped eyes blinking a few times, but she still spoke in a shy, soft voice, "Your father's—
um... that thing is about as thick as yours, but not as long, oh... ah." Hearing Mom say
the size of her father's penis and compare the two of their penises side by side, these extremely taboo words coming
from Mom's cherry-like mouth at this moment had a unique stimulation to my ears. My penis
immediately became much thicker and longer, becoming as hard and erect as steel.
My mother sensed my change immediately. Before she could finish speaking, I interrupted her with
a thrust that pierced her very core. She gasped for breath and chuckled, "You little pervert, why
do you get so excited when your father is mentioned? Ah..." "What about Lu Jiang and his son?" I continued thrusting my penis into her,
ravaging her. I didn't know why I brought up those two at this moment, but it just came out of my mouth
.
"That little brat Lu Tian hasn't even grown his hair yet, what's there to say?" My mother looked disdainful. This time, she
didn't hold back anymore; perhaps this series of questions had gradually made her used to my bluntness.
"Lu Jiang was alright when he was young, but now he's just so-so, and not very hard, after all, he's
an old man." Seeing my mother's cherry lips uttering her evaluation of her former lover, I felt a strange
mix of emotions, a mixture of disappointment and excitement, as if something that had been blurry was gradually becoming clearer
.
"So, Mom, didn't you ever experience the pleasure of orgasm when you were with him?" I continued to question
my mother, my thrusting inside her intensifying.
"He has quite a few tricks up his sleeve, but his stamina isn't very good. We mostly just chat."
My mother was clearly aroused; her vaginal canal began to contract and squeeze my penis, but she
still managed to avoid the main point in her answer.
"And Cheng Yang, does he satisfy you?" This person suddenly popped into my mind, perhaps because
it had been cooled in my memory for too long. As I spoke, I increased the frequency of my thrusting.
As soon as I mentioned Cheng Yang's name, my mother fell silent, as if the name could instantly
cool her emotions.
"Tell me," I urged, my huge penis beginning to thrust heavily into the depths of my mother's vaginal canal.
"It's alright, nothing special." Mom's answer was brief, her words a perfunctory response, but her lower body
betrayed her; the folds of flesh inside her vagina began to tightly grip and entwine my massive penis again.
"Nothing special? But I saw how you two were together." My tone turned cold
, and my penis began to roughly pound against Mom's clitoris.
"Ugh... can you please stop asking about this? Mom's feeling a little uncomfortable." Mom was
panting heavily from my thrusting, pleading as she dealt with my penis.
"Mom, didn't you promise me that you would be completely honest and open with me, without hiding anything?
Have you forgotten?" I pressed on, my penis, both in her mouth and on my lower body, attacking her most
vulnerable core.
"Ah...okay...okay, don't blame Mommy after I tell you." Mommy's slender, white hands gripped
my arm tightly, I felt her long nails almost digging into my flesh. She endured
the waves of pleasure emanating from her honey pot.
"Hmm, go ahead and tell me, I won't blame you." Seeing that Mommy's defenses had crumbled, I changed to a gentler
tone. The thrusting of my penis slowed, but each time it penetrated deeply into her flower core.
Mommy finally began to talk about her affair with Cheng Yang. According to her, Cheng Yang was tall and imposing
, and although he wasn't very old, he looked older than his age, giving people a reliable and dependable feeling. But in reality,
he was very eloquent, but this eloquence wasn't a compliment; rather, he was the type to say one thing to one person and another to another
. With his appearance and smooth talk, Cheng Yang won the favor of many people, but only a few
knew his true nature.
I don't know what his original intention was, but ever since he became my father's apprentice, he has been constantly running to our house, doing
everything he can to flatter and please my parents. Especially since my father is often away from home due to the nature of his work, he
often comes to help my mother with housework and run errands for her whenever he can. He also calls her "Master's Wife" very sweetly.
But in reality, he is not much younger than my mother. My mother originally just treated him like a younger brother and did not
have any intention of being wary of him.
Since my father's unexpected death, the family's burden has grown heavier day by day. Cheng Yang happened to appear in
my mother's life around this time. He had also secured a high-ranking position at his workplace and would occasionally use his position to help our family.
My mother's feelings for him grew stronger. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yang had always coveted my mother's beauty and
made inappropriate demands. This unreasonable behavior was naturally rejected by my mother. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yang, driven by lust,
forcibly took advantage of her.
At first, my mother felt her innocence had been violated and was devastated, even contemplating suicide. However, thinking of my
young age and the future of me, she feared that if she reported it to the police, I
would lose face among the neighbors and classmates. Therefore, she had no choice but to swallow her anger and acquiesce. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yang was shameless and resourceful. He
begged for forgiveness, even slapping himself in the face, relentlessly pursuing my mother, claiming that he had secretly loved her for a long time and
had acted impulsively, promising to make amends through his actions.
"Mom was too naive back then, and also too shy. She was easily swayed by his sweet talk. Plus,
he paid for your tuition and everything, so she thought he wasn't a bad person at heart. She let him go
without thinking. But he took advantage of her, using all sorts of tricks to harass her. In the end, Mom foolishly let him get away with it again."
From Mom's account, it seems she was in a period of loneliness after her husband's death, and Cheng Yang's sweet words
bewitched her. The two started an affair. Cheng Yang was young and strong,
and experienced in sex, giving Mom a unique experience in bed. Although Mom tried to hide it,
I could tell she was satisfied with Cheng Yang's performance.
"Shitou, you don't think Mom is promiscuous, do you?" Mom added worriedly, her
beautiful eyes looking at me with melancholy.
I gently shook my head, reached out and stroked her smooth, long, curly hair, and slowly said, "I'm not a
child anymore. Besides, I said I'd let the past be the past. The key is for you to open your heart to me and let
me judge everything. Only then can I give you a bright future." Although my mother tried her best to
describe the ins and outs of her relationship with Cheng Yang in a neutral manner, I knew in my heart that compared to Lu Jiang and his son, Cheng Yang could give her more in terms of sex
. This made me even more certain of my actions back then. Otherwise, Cheng Yang would have had the time to fully
develop my mother's understanding of sex. Given Cheng Yang's despicable nature, he might have used my mother's body as a tool, and
the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Although my mother confessed to betraying the family, I wasn't as angry as before. Having
tasted her stunning beauty, I could understand Professor Jiang Hua's assessment of her. My mother
possessed an innate, alluring beauty. No matter how virtuous and unadorned she was, her
unique femininity drew men to her. If her man didn't have
the ability to protect her, possessing her would only bring him harm.
This woman was innocent; possessing such beauty wasn't her fault, yet she had to
bear the burden of that mistake with her entire life's happiness. Men like Cheng Yang and Lü Jiang only coveted her beauty and gentleness,
while the man she loved lacked the ability to protect her. She didn't ask for much in terms of happiness, yet she struggled to
find someone she could rely on, leaving her at the mercy of fate. Only my appearance truly gave
her what she wanted. How could I betray her devotion?
I gently cradled my mother's head in my arms, leaned down, and kissed her cool forehead, saying, "You are my
woman. I want to give you happiness and let you experience the greatest joy." My mother rested her head on my arm again;
my body heat gave her a great sense of security. She saw something she had never seen before in my eyes—
a steadfast and composed masculinity mixed with genuine tenderness and love. A sweet and happy
smile began to appear on her face.
"Yes, I'm so happy to be by your side. You've made me feel joy like never before.
I never knew that things between men and women could reach this level." "Really?
What makes me different from other men?" I gently stroked her smooth, delicate chin.
"You are my own son, and the man I love. This feeling is strange yet exciting, and
..." My mother raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with sweetness and shyness.
"And what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And your little brother is so thick and long, every time it goes in so deep inside you, you
've put it in places that no one has ever been able to touch before." Mom looked down at me, a little embarrassed,
and said.
"Mom, where did I put it? I only know that there's a very tight little mouth inside you, and a little further in
there's a wet and slippery place." I described every detail of Mom's honey hole in a lighthearted way,
and Mom blushed at my direct and bold words.
"You brat, don't pretend, that's Mom's uterus." Mom punched my shoulder with her small fist and
scolded, "That's why Mom always tells you to clean your little brother properly. You always put it in so deep, if
you don't clean it properly, it will make Mom sick." "I know, but I feel like there's
something in Mom's uterus, something cold and cool blocking the entrance, what is that?" As I spoke, I drove my
huge penis through Mom's cervix and pressed it against a metallic-looking object.
"Hmm, you really don't understand. That thing is Mommy's IUD," Mommy said with a teacher
-like expression.
"IUD? What's it for? Why did you have that in your belly?" I asked, completely confused
.
"An IUD is for women to prevent pregnancy. After giving birth to you, Mommy was worried about getting pregnant again, so
your dad and I decided to get an IUD. It's been in Mommy's body for over ten years," Mommy
explained earnestly.
"Does having this prevent me from getting pregnant again?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, Mommy already had a hard time raising you, my little stone. How could I afford to raise other children back then?"
"So, that's why I've kept it like this until now." My mother's answer surprised me a little, but I was mostly
relieved. After all, my mother cherished her body and hadn't let
anyone else invade the place that nurtured me all these years.
"Hmm, I don't like this thing. I feel like my little brother can easily touch it." As I spoke, I
thrust my penis very seriously, each thrust sinking deep into my mother's moist and slippery uterus, each
thrust pressing against that cold IUD.
"Ah... that's because your naughty thing is too long. Only you can enter my uterus.
Others can't do it." My mother breathed softly, her tone becoming seductive.
"So, Mom, you're still a virgin here. You gave me your first time." I said excitedly.
"Hehe, you're right." As my movements intensified, my mother's snow-white body flushed pink,
and her words became increasingly bold.
"Mommy's first time outside was with your father, and her first time inside was with Stone.
The two men I've loved most in my life are you two, father and son. You must love Mommy well." Mommy's voice suddenly became
extremely smooth, full of infinite temptation.
"Hehe, then I'm going to start loving you well." I smiled mischievously, hugged Mommy's delicate body and rolled
forward, assuming the traditional missionary position. Mommy's two long, white legs were spread
wide apart, exposing her pure white, hairless vulva to me.
"Ah, no, you big pervert." Mommy said shyly and charmingly, but her slender ankles were already
in my hands. As my large penis was pulled outward, her two rosy labia were turned outward
, and the thick shaft was covered with white secretions. Streams of clear fluid
were secretly flowing from the mouth of her vulva.
"Don't what...do you mean don't want to be inside you, or don't want to stop?" I chuckled mischievously,
thrusting my hips forward simultaneously. My large, fleshy penis pierced her flower path at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, rotating and grinding slowly
until it reached the very tip, quickly reaching the very core of her flower. The whole process was both slow and powerful, the enormous
penis filling my mother's honey pot completely.
Her tender, elastic cavity scraped every inch of the penis, the folds of flesh inside her cavity writhing vigorously,
layer upon layer wrapping around the large penis. When it was pulled out, the slow speed allowed the folds to gently brush over every
point of the penis, like being brushed with a small brush, an unbearably itchy sensation. The extreme stimulation made me let out a wild
roar from my throat, while my mother trembled violently, softly moaning from her bright red lips.
"Mmm...no...no...stop." Each soft cry accompanied
the "squelch, squelch" sound of my large penis thrusting in and out of her honeyed depths. My strong gluteal muscles propelled my penis like a pile driver,
slamming it against her plump, white buttocks, creating waves of alluring flesh.
With her frantic twisting and thrusting of her hips, her slender waist seemed boneless
, twisting wildly in sync with the rhythm of my thrusts, each stroke a powerful, lingering thud,
as if wanting the python to penetrate even deeper and more forcefully. My mother's entire being was one with me, completely cooperating with
the large penis inside her honeyed depths and the man riding on her.
"Mom, isn't my little brother the best...? Do you like my little brother inside you?" Ignoring
the beautiful woman beneath me, who was on the verge of collapse from pleasure, I began to further destroy her
psyche with lewd words. I didn't give her any breathing room, but maintained the fierce and high-speed thrusts, continuing to penetrate her honey
hole again and again, plunging straight into her flower core.
"Ah... I like it... Mom likes it so much... I like Stone's big little brother." Mom gasped for breath
, still drifting in the waves of pleasure, when she was suddenly lifted into the air by such relentless and fierce thrusting
. Her originally dignified and elegant face now showed an extremely seductive look, as if her soul,
like her body, was being pushed further and further away by my big, thick penis being inserted so deeply each time. Her
blank mind was filled only with the lewdness of her sensual instincts.
"Stone's little brother is the longest... Mom likes to be penetrated by Stone..." Seeing that Mom under me had entered
a state of intoxication and frenzy, I didn't say anything more, nor did I try to control the urge to ejaculate. I tightly grabbed
her two long, sweaty legs, hoisted them high on my shoulders, and thrust my hips in with the fastest speed,
the deepest angle, and the greatest force, pounding into her honey hole. Each thrust penetrated deeply into that wet,
muddy flower garden, pushing that cold metal plate swaying from side to side.
"Ah... Mom can't take it anymore... It's coming again..." I roared at the same time, my
large glans, deeply inserted into her flower, visibly swelled even more, violently
ejaculating the thick, cloudy white semen that had accumulated overnight into my mother's warm, moist flower. The heat of my semen almost melted my mother instantly. All
the desire that had accumulated to the point of climax surged forth like a flood suddenly released. Finally, she couldn't withstand the
intense stimulation and fainted amidst screams of pleasure...
We slept for about four hours before being awakened by our empty stomachs. My mother and I
opened our eyes at the same time, finding it quite amusing. Having regained some energy, we felt embarrassed
to stay in bed any longer. After some discussion, we decided to go out and fill our stomachs first, and then plan other
activities.
Perhaps because we were genuinely hungry, no one lingered, and we quickly got ready and headed out.
This time, Mom didn't drive; I drove the Land Cruiser Prado SUV, with Mom in the passenger seat. Following Mom's instructions, I
drove to Henglong Plaza. We found a local restaurant to fill our stomachs. While waiting for the food, I received
a text message.
Yang Naijin: "Are you there? A lot of lawyers came to our house today. Mom is discussing the court hearing with them.
Do you want to come over?" Me: "I'm free. Does your mom know?" Yang Naijin: "Yes, she said she
wants to talk to you too." Me: "Okay, I'll be there in a bit." During the meal, I told Mom...
Although my mother was a little reluctant to let me go, she didn't show it. She just told me to come home early
and to say hello to Mei Yu.
After dinner, my mother said she would go to the supermarket first to buy some groceries and daily necessities, and that she would take a taxi
home herself. After a passionate kiss on the stairs, I drove off alone.
This time, I knew the way well and went straight to Mei's house. After many days, the scenery was still the same, except there were more fallen leaves on the mountain road
. The plum trees stood bare, swaying in the cold wind. Although the midday sun was still
in the sky, I didn't feel much warmth.
There were several cars parked in the open space outside Mei's house today, some with Jiangsu and Zhejiang license plates. I
parked my SUV next to an Audi A6 with a Jiangsu license plate, got out of the car, went to the door, and rang the doorbell. Soon after,
the door opened. Yang Naijin's slender figure didn't appear this time; Aunt Wu answered the door instead.
Aunt Wu led me into the quaint old house. Along the way, she told me with a worried expression that
two guests had come to the house today, and the mistress and young lady were discussing matters with them in the study. They hadn't rested after lunch and
had stayed there until now.
Aunt Wu led me up to the second floor. At the corner of the stairs, in front of a heavy, dark red solid wood door, Aunt Wu stopped
and said, "The young lady instructed that we shouldn't disturb the mistress's conversation unless it's something important. Only when you, sir, arrive can we bring you in."
Then Aunt Wu knocked on the door and left. Soon the door opened, and Yang Naijin's fresh and pretty
face appeared in the doorway. Seeing me, she gave me a sweet smile, her bright eyes seeming to
say, "You've finally arrived!" I smiled and nodded in response. She reached out and pulled me inside, then solemnly
closed the door again.
I found myself in an antique-style room. Two walls were lined with tall, brown rosewood bookshelves,
piled high with various hefty volumes. Against the window stood a carved screen, next to which was
a rectangular desk carved from mahogany. In front of the desk were three rosewood armchairs, each occupied by two people. One of
the empty chairs was presumably Yang Naijin's seat. Behind the desk was an old-fashioned daybed, where Mei Yu
sat alone, discussing something with the other two.
Upon seeing me enter, the three of them abruptly stopped their conversation. Mei Yu, with her dignified and elegant face
, revealed a gentle and pleasant smile as she gracefully stood up to greet me. Her short, jet-black hair, glossy and clear, was tucked behind her ear, revealing her
smooth forehead and slender white neck. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her straight, delicate nose. Her
small face, devoid of any makeup, exuded intellectual beauty, though her pale complexion carried a hint of fatigue, as if she hadn't had
a proper rest in recent days.
She wore a white silk blouse with a distinctive stand-up collar, somewhat like a cheongsam
, adorned with blue embroidered stripes at the collar and cuffs. A small V-neck,
fastened by a single button, revealed a glimpse of her fair, teardrop-shaped chest. She wore simple
black linen trousers, the narrow legs clinging to her long, slender thighs, widening abruptly below the knees. Her
delicate, white feet were adorned with white shoes with blue floral embroidery.
Inside, besides Mei Yu's daybed, there were only three armchairs. Two were already occupied by the other two, and with
Yang Naijin's original seat, there were no other chairs available. Yang Naijin offered me her seat
, saying she would fetch another one from the living room, but I quickly declined, saying, "You sit here, I'll get it,"
and headed towards the door.
Mei Yu waved her hand to stop them, saying, "No need for that. Xiao Yan can sit next to me. Jin'er, you need to do your note
-taking." The daybed Mei Yu was sitting on was actually quite wide. She
moved her body and the materials in her hands to the side, and I sat down next to her. There was a brocade cushion on the rosewood bed.
Half of my buttocks was pressed on the cushion that Mei Yu had sat on, and I could still feel her warm body temperature on it. A
faint fragrance seemed to waft over from Mei Yu, making my heart flutter.
Mei Yu's melodious voice snapped me out of my reverie. She was introducing me to the other two people sitting in the room. One was
a thin, middle-aged man in a blue suit, with a receding hairline and glasses, named Zhu Luming. He was
a senior partner at Jinghuai Law Firm. He and Mei Yu graduated from the same law school, but he was a year younger than her, so he
addressed her as "senior sister." He was the lead defense attorney in Yang Xiaopeng's case.
The other was a woman in a black suit, with short, masculine hair and a serious demeanor, named Yan Xueqing. She
looked to be around 30 years old and was the director of Jinghuai Law Firm. She graduated from a prestigious political science and law
university in China and later earned her master's degree from Mei Yu's graduate school, so she always addressed Mei Yu as "professor." Both of them
were top-tier lawyers specializing in economic criminal cases in China and were key members of the legal team in Yang Xiaopeng's case
.
Mei Yu simply introduced myself, emphasizing that I was Yang Naijin's good friend. The two women smiled
, looking enlightened, which made Yang Naijin blush.
She didn't deny it, but glanced at me somewhat awkwardly, meeting my gaze. Her
eyes were as clear and bright as ever, but seemed to hold a hint of inexplicable tenderness.
After the introductions, Mei Yu and the others shifted their attention away from me and resumed their interrupted
conversation. They used very professional legal terminology, which I found difficult to follow while
flipping through the thick stack of materials Yang Naijin had given me. The black-covered materials were as heavy as books, and Mei
Yu and the others each had a copy, making notes and scribbling in their notebooks as they talked.
I flipped through the black notebook; it contained photocopies of the prosecutor's interrogation files, Yang Xiaopeng's confession
, and corroborating evidence from relevant personnel. Although it was the first time I'd seen such formal documents, I could
see from the materials that Yang's case had undergone a dramatic change, clearly evolving in a more serious direction
. Comparing this with Mei Yu's discussions and explanations with the two lawyers, I gradually understood the case's trajectory.
Originally, the prosecution's charges against Yang Xiaopeng only included setting up a slush fund and unclear accounts, but now the latest...
The prosecution added the charge of embezzlement and bribery to the indictment. It's unclear how the prosecution found a
real estate developer called "Century Huitong." According to Gu Yue, the company's legal representative, five years ago, Dongfang Construction
won the development rights to the Hanshan plot within the Bihai community through bidding. Subsequently, Century Huitong signed an agreement with Dongfang Construction,
subcontracting the development of the plot to Century Huitong. According to the contract, Century Huitong was responsible for the development, sales, and subsequent work, but had to pay Dongfang Construction 　　a 30% management fee based on
the original land price and future revenue . 　　 Mei Yu explained that such subcontracting is common among real estate developers. Dongfang Construction 　　's main business is mid-range and affordable housing, while the surrounding area of the Hanshan plot is positioned at a higher level. 　　Subcontracting the development rights to Century Huitong, which has more experience in luxury housing development, and allowing them to enjoy 30% 　　of the profits, was a reasonable decision from both an economic and land use efficiency perspective. Yang Xiaopeng 　　, as the company's head at the time, was legally without fault. 　　 After acquiring the land, Century Huitong immediately invited top international designers to design "Meiyuan," which was 　　successfully completed two years ago. Meiyuan, a high-end residential area, was a great success, selling out all units in the same year 　　and becoming a star real estate project in Huaihai City. Both Century Huitong and Oriental Construction received substantial returns, 　　and the owners who purchased Meiyuan also benefited from the appreciation of the property. The average price of the property in this area 　　increased by 20% in the year of purchase, and now a villa here is worth over 100 million yuan. 　　 However, according to Gu Yue's confession, the year after signing the contract with Dongfang Construction, he privately 　　offered Yang Xiaopeng a reward of 10 million yuan. Yang Xiaopeng denied accepting the money in his confession and 　　returned it to Gu Yue the next day. However, Gu Yue provided the prosecution with a contract as evidence. It was after 　　his first bribery attempt was rejected that Yang Xiaopeng signed a purchase contract with Century Huitong. In this contract, 　　Century Huitong sold Villa No. 28 to Yang Xiaopeng at a 30% discount. This Villa No. 28 is 　　the Mei Residence we are currently in. The copy of the purchase contract bears Yang Xiaopeng's signature in black and white. 　　 After the prosecution presented the contract, their interrogation focused specifically on this point, repeatedly 　　questioning Yang Xiaopeng about the details of the contract signing and 　　what kind of assistance Yang had provided to Century Huitong in previous transactions between the two parties. The prosecution's interrogation process was extremely insidious. As can be seen from the transcript, they used coercion 　　, inducement, false statements, deliberate misleading, and information blocking to intentionally guide the truth in the direction they wanted 　　, attempting to induce Yang Xiaopeng to voluntarily admit to accepting bribes and providing official convenience for Century Huitong's transactions 　　. 　　 According to Mei Yu, after signing a contract with Oriental Construction, Century Huitong found the renowned American- 　　Chinese designer, Ms. Vera Su, to design the project. Vera Su only 　　agreed to take on Century Huitong's project through Yang Xiaopeng's introduction and communication. Because Vera Su immediately participated in an international 　　NGO's charity event in Africa after completing the design and entrusted Yang Xiaopeng with handling all her financial affairs in China, Century 　　Huitong could only pay her the design fee through Yang Xiaopeng, who had a close relationship with Vera Su. However, given 　　Yang Xiaopeng's special status, they used a discount in the purchase contract; 　　the actual 20 million yuan difference was Vera Su's design fee, which Yang Xiaopeng then transferred 　　to Vera Su. In response to the prosecution's proposed direction of the interrogation, the Yang family's current defense strategy is to use Vera 　　Su's design fee as evidence, emphasizing that the purchase contract was a three-party business transaction, not involving any specific 　　transaction, and that there was no practice of providing official convenience to Century Huitong. This 　　would make it difficult for the prosecution's charges of embezzlement and bribery to stand. Furthermore, the prosecution has engaged in serious irregularities in handling this case 　　, using illegal means such as coercion, inducement, and soft violence against Yang Xiaopeng, and 　　forcing him to make a confession contrary to the facts through torture. This can be raised as evidence during the trial 　　. If the prosecution's torture is confirmed, the defendant's confession can be declared invalid, 　　and the entire foundation of the case will collapse. Mei Yu's appeal is for an immediate acquittal in court. 　　 During their discussion, Zhu Luming and Yan Xueqing raised many 　　points of doubt that the prosecution might bring up in court. Yan Xueqing even played the role of the prosecutor, conducting a mock court debate with Zhu Luming, who was the lead defense attorney. 　　Both of them are extremely skilled court debaters. Although I don't know much about law, their 　　verbal sparring was indeed very exciting. In the end, as Mei Yu had predicted, the defense held 　　a slight advantage. However, the core element of the debate was still the authenticity of the contract, with the question of 　　whether the design fee constituted a legitimate expense being of paramount importance. If it could be proven that this payment was indeed transferred to the designer as a design fee, 　　then the case would be essentially won. 　　 "Professor Mei, we are now basically ready for the court debate. The only thing we lack is Vera 　　Su's testimony. If this cannot be resolved, it is very likely that the prosecution will use it as a weakness to attack," 　　Yan Xueqing cleared her throat and said to Mei Yu with a serious expression. 　　 "Yes, I understand. I'll arrange for someone to contact her. You just need to focus on the court defense; Vera 　　Su's side isn't a problem." Mei Yu nodded approvingly to Yan Xueqing. 　　 "We trust your abilities, Senior Sister. I'll continue discussing the court defense with Xueqing. However, the prosecution 　　might start the trial earlier, so it's best to get Vera Su's testimony as soon as possible to avoid any complications." 　　 Zhu Luming, with his refined manner, seemed to have great respect for Mei Yu. After speaking, he added 　　, "Of course, it would be more convincing if she could testify in person." "I understand. 　　I'll inform you both as soon as I have any news. Thank you for your hard work." Mei Yu nodded knowingly. She 　　stood up gracefully, and the two of them also got up to say goodbye. Mei Yu shook hands with them warmly and 　　personally saw them to the door. 　　 After Mei Yu's figure disappeared outside the door, I stood up and stretched. They had been discussing for almost three hours...

For a long time, Yang Naijin sat quietly to the side, taking notes. Even after the conversation ended, she was still
writing furiously, not even noticing me walking up behind her.
Today, she was wearing a pink pullover hoodie, her long, black hair loosely draped inside the hoodie's hood.
The hoodie loosely covered her slender figure, and the ribbed hem that reached her hips revealed
her long legs clad in black silk stockings. Her two long, straight, thin legs were casually placed under the table, her feet in cute pink
loafers, which playfully tapped on the floor in rhythm with her writing.
I stood quietly behind Yang Naijin, a particularly fresh, youthful fragrance wafting to my nose. I watched her slender, white
hands holding a pen, writing something in her notebook. She stopped writing after finishing the last word, one of her fair wrists supporting her chin
as she seemed lost in thought. Her small, pretty face was hidden beneath her loose, long hair, her pink lips slightly
pouting, her expression a mixture of joy and sorrow, as if she were entranced.
However, this brief peace was quickly broken. I nimbly snatched the black notebook from her hand. Yang Naijin,
caught off guard, let out a shriek and immediately jumped up from her chair like a kitten. When she saw that it was me,
her face flushed with embarrassment and anxiety. She scolded, "What are you doing? Why did you take my things?
Give them back to me!" But I was tall and had long arms, and no matter how much Yang Naijin jumped and leaped, she couldn't get the notebook
back from me. I dealt with her scratches with one hand, and with the other hand, I brought the black notebook to my eyes. One page
was filled with the content of our discussion in delicate and beautiful handwriting. The other page was only half-written, with a
blank space left, but a man's portrait was drawn in pen.
The notebook contained a drawing of a young man with defined features, a high nose, thin lips, and deep-set eyes. Although only
a few strokes were used, the expression and demeanor were perfectly captured. The man's profile and age were very similar
to mine, especially his eyes, which were eight or nine parts like mine. Was this man me? Why did Yang Naijin
draw me in the notebook?
Realizing she couldn't take the notebook back from me, Yang Naijin sullenly sat back down in her chair,
huffing, "Look if you want, but I've seen through you. You're a big jerk." "I've
never denied being a jerk, I'm just curious why you drew a big jerk in the notebook?" I teased her
, sitting down next to her as she became a little angry, and handed the notebook back to her.
Yang Naijin snatched the notebook back from my hand, her face flushing even more. She retorted irritably,
"Who drew you? You're just being vain." Her slightly annoyed, girlish look was incredibly alluring.
For some reason, I wanted to keep teasing her. I brought my lips close to her round, white ear and said, "Tell the truth,
do you like me?" "Who likes you? Don't be so arrogant." My
voice trailed off in her ear, and she pushed my head away, a little ticklish.
"Look, everyone says we're a couple, so just admit it." I continued to tease her shamelessly.
"Gao Yan, you're so annoying! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Yang Naijin was helpless against my rudeness.
Her face flushed red with frustration, she stomped her foot, picked up her notebook, and headed for the door.
She had just reached the study door when Mei Yu opened it and walked in. Mei Yu asked curiously, "Hey, what's wrong with you two?
Jin'er, why is your face so red?" Seeing her mother right there, Yang Naijin finally found someone to lean on. Her little
mouth pouted, her eyes welling up with tears, as if she was about to burst into tears. She hugged her mother's slender waist and said, "Mom,
Gao Yan is bullying me." I was immediately embarrassed. I stood up, about to say something, when Mei Yu smiled and gave me
a look. She gently stroked her daughter's smooth, shiny hair and softly comforted her, "Don't get agitated.
Talk about it calmly. Your brother Gao is a reasonable person. If he's wrong, I'll make him apologize to you, okay?"
"Waaah, Mom's the best! What a stinky brother! I don't want to call him brother!" Yang Naijin whined
, peeking at me from her mother's chest. Seeing me standing
there helplessly, her tearful face brightened instantly. She even pouted and made
a face at me before continuing to cling to her mother.
I was both amused and exasperated, unsure how to explain. Thankfully, Mei Yu gently shook
her head, as if to say, "It's alright, just leave her to me."
Mei Yu seemed to know her daughter's tricks inside and out. After a few gentle words of comfort, she reached out and
wiped away the few tears on Yang Naijin's face, saying, "Jin'er, be good. You won't be pretty if you keep crying. Look at your face, it's all stained like a little kitten
. Go wash it off." This had a huge effect. Yang Naijin immediately stopped whimpering,
lifted her face from her mother's chest, and walked to the door, opening it to leave.
"Mommy has something to talk to Brother Gaoyan about. You play by yourself for a while," Mei Yu added.
"Also, ask Aunt Wu to prepare dinner. Your Brother Gaoyan can stay too." "Okay, I know,"
Yang Naijin replied obediently, making a "you'll see" gesture with her little fist before leaving.

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