【Midnight】(13-1)

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Chapter Thirteen
, Section 1:
Fragrant Hills, western suburbs, ablaze with red leaves.
Minister Zuo, contrary to usual practice, drove his SUV along the forest road strewn with fallen red and yellow leaves. Beijing's late
autumn is naturally most beautiful in Fragrant Hills.
"Dad…did you call Uncle Lu?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Zuo Shanshan looked out the window at the enchanting
scenery and unconsciously recited: "A winding stone path leads up the cold mountain, where houses stand amidst the white clouds." "Dad, the scenery of Fragrant Hills is indeed uniquely
charming."
Minister Zuo gripped the steering wheel, rounded a bend, and drove towards the villa halfway up the mountain.
"What? In a hurry to get married?" He knew that Lu Zirong had already made an agreement with his daughter; the two
were a perfect match, both divorced and single.
"What are you saying?" Zuo Shanshan blushed. "Zirong came to ask you to speak on his father's behalf, so you
should call him as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay." Minister Zuo said, taking out his phone and quickly dialing, "Dial Dad." He
had always been very indulgent towards this daughter.
"Hey, Lao Lu, it's Lao Zuo, old buddy. Judging from your tone, are you feeling unwell?" Hearing the other man's
low voice, unlike his usual cheerful self, he looked at the man's cheek, then put it to his ear.
"Is something wrong? Old buddy, money is a small matter, health is the most important. Okay, to put it simply, Zi
Rong came to see me a few days ago. I think his mind is getting sharper and sharper. Your Lu family is truly blessed to have produced
such a business genius. You have a worthy successor. Hehe." Zuo Shanshan listened with a smile, offering her father
hints on the path forward.
"Yes, yes, we need to build a large conglomerate and establish the Lu's brand. Yes. I'll definitely go and take a look when I have time. Uh,
and also," he turned to look at his daughter, who was listening intently.
"And another thing, I have good news for you. We're getting married! What? You want to come? No
need, I'll be there myself. That little devil of yours never misses an opportunity. He came once and completely stole my
daughter's heart." Zuo Shanshan was overjoyed. She wanted her father to call, mainly to ask
him to propose marriage to the Lu family. She never expected her father to so openly express his daughter's wish.
"You wicked father, how could you betray your daughter?" She turned and rained blows on Minister Zuo.
Minister Zuo dodged, the car swaying, but fortunately, there weren't many tourists in the scenic area.
"Instead of being grateful, you..."
"I'm ignoring you." Zuo Shanshan turned her head away, pouting.
Minister Zuo straightened the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on her. "What, are you really angry? Don't you want to get married?
If you don't want to, Dad will support you."
Zuo Shanshan chuckled. "That's more like it," she said, leaning against her father. "I want you to support me
for life."
"The truth?" Minister Zuo glanced at his daughter.
"What? Are you scared?" Zuo Shanshan's submissive demeanor stirred something in Minister Zuo's heart.
"Scared of what? It's not like Dad can't afford to support you. Look, the house is all prepared for you." He gestured forward, and
the small villa with its soaring eaves was now in sight.
"Hmph, that's for me? Don't be up to something, will you?" Zuo Shanshan knew her father had
other women outside, and that he owned more than one such villa. But in her mind,
it wasn't unreasonable for someone of her father's status to have several women; it was just that her mother didn't know the details.
"Dad wanted to give it to you, but daughters grow up and leave home." Minister Zuo seemed filled with regret.
Zuo Shanshan felt a pang of sadness. In her heart, her father had always been an object of her admiration. Her
marriage to Gao Yuanxin was somewhat reluctant; as a woman, she couldn't remain unmarried forever.
"Then Dad, please let me stay. I'll serve you for the rest of my life." Zuo Shanshan said this for some reason,
and it brought a bittersweet feeling to Minister Zuo's ears.
“I’m afraid he won’t think that way once he sees Zirong. Dad’s getting old, he can’t compare to young people,” he said with deep feeling.
Zuo Shanshan noticed that her father’s thick hair was streaked with silver, yet he still looked handsome and vigorous. “
No way, Dad, with your current conditions, many girls would be eager to offer themselves to you.” She finished speaking and covered
her mouth, giggling.
“You silly girl, you’re so irresponsible. Dad’s probably willing but unable,” Minister Zuo sighed. “Shanshan
,” he turned to look at his daughter, “Zirong has your father’s spirit, he must be quite skilled.”
“He’s just a bull,” Zuo Shanshan said casually. She had always had
a good impression of this old classmate, and now hearing her father say this, she was naturally pleased. Lu Zirong was not only tall and strong, but also dashing and
charming, the object of many girls’ pursuit.
“A bull is good for plowing fields, Shanshan, I heard Zirong is quite the heartbreaker.” The car started to
bump along the gravel road. "I'm afraid my precious daughter won't be able to handle it then. Haha." He laughed heartily.
"Bad daddy," Zuo Shanshan blushed, "your daughter isn't made of mud." Her
voice trailed off.
The father and daughter fell silent after that.
Although they were deep in the maple forest, the view was surprisingly pleasant as they approached the villa. The gate, hidden among the wisteria and
ivy-covered walls, looked more like a unique landscape. The car climbed a hill and arrived.
The door was remote-controlled, installed on the side of the steering wheel. Minister Zuo pressed a button on the side, and the door opened.
"Get out, my princess." Minister Zuo jumped out of the car and opened the door for his daughter with a gentlemanly
gesture.
"It's beautiful!" Zuo Shanshan looked left and right, clicking her tongue in admiration. She really didn't know
her father owned a villa here.
"Do you like it?" Minister Zuo looked at his daughter, who stretched out her arms as if to embrace the beautiful scenery, and opened his arms to welcome her back.
Zuo Shanshan hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into his arms. "If you like it, I'll give it to you. At worst, Dad will support you.
"
"I like it, my bad daddy." She nestled against her father's broad chest. "This is from which stepmother of mine
?" She wasn't shy about it in front of her father.
Minister Zuo didn't hide anything either, "Silly girl, no one has ever been here before. Daddy just finished renovating it last year..."
"I wanted you to move in."
In this secluded place, Zuo Shanshan felt the safety and warmth of a man. She looked up at her father's handsome
features, her large, peach-like eyes blinking with infinite affection. "You want to raise your daughter too?" Minister
Zuo lowered his head, then turned away, unable to face his daughter's current state. "Dad wants to,
like a kitten, raise you, but my daughter is grown up, and her heart has flown away."
Zuo Shanshan seemed a little languid. "I'm tired, I just want to find a man to lean on, to comfort me when I'm weary
." She hugged her father's arms. "Dad, will you love me?"
Minister Zuo sighed deeply, his voice full of emotion. "Silly child, what father doesn't love his daughter?"
"I'm not just talking about that kind of love, I'm talking about a man's love for a woman. "
A tranquil stillness permeated the air, a stillness felt even on one's face. The gentle autumn sunlight streamed into
the courtyard, making one feel languid. Minister Zuo reached out and gently stroked his daughter's hair. "
Dad, how many women do you have outside?"
Minister Zuo pushed Shanshan away. "Why are you asking these questions?" He opened the door, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.
"Come in and take a look."
Zuo Shanshan stepped inside. The entrance hall featured an open-air glass ceiling, an artificial
rockery adorned with a small bridge and flowing water, and natural exotic flowers and plants emitting a delicate fragrance. Underfoot, crystal-clear
spring water swam with colorful fish. The walls were naturally decorated with red, yellow, and
rare green coral. Shanshan was dazzled by the sight.
"Dad, I really want to stay here and not leave." "Zuo Shanshan squinted her eyes, seemingly intoxicated.
Minister Zuo gently pulled her close, resting his head on her hair, rubbing it softly. "Do you know why there are so
many corals?"
"No?"
"Silly girl, corals are my favorite thing in my life." He murmured, "Although I can't have
her, I want to keep her hidden in this villa, so I can look at her when I'm tired, and admire her when I'm weary."
Zuo Shanshan knew what her father meant, and she said with infinite longing, "Which wife would I be?"
Minister Zuo seemed to be in a dream, muttering, "How about the second wife?"
Zuo Shanshan reached out and wrapped her arms around her father's head, stroking his face. "If you weren't my father,
how wonderful would that be?"
Minister Zuo suddenly turned his daughter's head. "Then could you offer yourself to me?" Shanshan closed
her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. "Bad father, you said you were decorating for me? So, so you had ulterior
motives." She
gently pushed her father away, her eyes filled with endless longing as she left. Minister Zuo felt a pang of
pity; his daughter was a beauty beyond compare, and it was incredibly difficult for a man to remain unmoved,
especially since a divorced daughter possessed even more femininity and allure. He looked at his daughter with regret; just moments before, she had been
so reluctant to part with him, but now her expression had completely changed.
"Let's go upstairs and take a look," Zuo Shanshan said, seeing her father's dejected expression. She took the initiative to climb the spiral staircase,
which opened up into a large hall. A painting of a concubine emerging from her bath revealed the owner's taste.
"Hehe," Zuo Shanshan giggled, covering her mouth. "Dad, you really are something."
"What do you think?" Minister Zuo retorted.
"What Dad likes, how could it not be good?"
"Exactly, take another look." Minister Zuo looked up at the concubine's face.
"Oh dear..." Zuo Shanshan covered her mouth. "Why, why does she look a bit like me?" “
Originally, I wanted to sculpt a statue of you, but I was afraid of what people would say, so I made this
picture of a concubine.” He said embarrassedly, afraid his daughter would scold him.
“Do you think I’m that beautiful?” his daughter asked, feeling guilty.
“The most beautiful thing is still a woman’s body, Shanshan, go to the bedroom and take a look.” The former military officer, Minister Zuo, even knew
a few lines of poetry.
“Dad, that’s not what I meant by ‘daughter’ here.” Zuo Shanshan corrected him.
It was a Western nude painting, with a man and a woman lying down. The woman was plump and full, and the man was strong and powerful. Upon closer inspection,
both had Eastern faces, but the woman’s face was the same as the concubine in the hall. Next to it was a line of small characters: “Alone
I pity the wild grass growing by the stream, above which orioles dot the red. Spring tides bring rain and rush in the evening, the wild ferry is deserted and the oars lie across the river.
” “Dad, is this poem wrong?” Shanshan turned to look at her father and said teasingly.
“No, take a closer look.” Zuo
Shanshan blushed. Having been married before, she immediately understood the implication of her father's words
. A tuft of pubic hair stood out clearly between the woman's legs, and bright red nipples adorned her two snow-white breasts
; the man's penis lay askew after their passionate lovemaking.
"How vulgar!" she exclaimed, sticking out her tongue, yet also finding it strangely alluring.
"Did you notice anything?" Minister Zuo asked deliberately, his gaze lingering on the man and woman's faces.
"Isn't it just like me?" Shanshan's eyes held a hint of reproach.
"Anything else?" Zuo Shanshan followed her father's gaze. The man's sharply defined face was exaggeratedly sculpted with thick
eyebrows and a high nose. Upon closer inspection, she was startled and glanced sideways at her father. "Dad, how could it be you?"
"Is it not allowed?" "Take a look at this one," Minister Zuo retorted, turning away from his daughter's
gaze.
At the foot of the bed was a traditional Chinese painting, elegant and antique, depicting a lotus pond with long
gourds hanging from a wooden trellis. The style seemed somewhat incongruous with the one above the bed. Zuo Shanshan looked left and right, puzzled, and looked at
her father.
Minister Zuo put his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "This is a clever couplet by Su Shi and his sister Su Xiaomei. Legend has it that someone
gave Su Dongpo the first line of a couplet: 'The gourds on the trellis look just like penises.' Su Dongpo couldn't answer immediately, so he went home to ask his sister.
Su Xiaomei smiled, pointed to the lotus pond outside the window, and said: 'The lotus flowers in the pond are just like vaginas.'"
"Really…that person really is…" Zuo Shanshan gave her father a shy, flirtatious look.
"Isn't the couplet good?" "Minister Zuo held his daughter tightly in his arms and asked.
"It's good," Zuo Shanshan thought carefully. This man is truly full of eccentric geniuses; such a couplet aptly
captures the clever metaphor of the time, both elegant and relevant. "It's just too vulgar. How could those siblings come up with such a response?"
"A couplet?"
"You're a college graduate, yet the ancients said: 'Food and sex are human nature.' Su Dongpo was a free spirit throughout his life,
naturally unconventional in his relationships with women. Besides, there's always been the saying 'literati and poets,' and many literati are poets and poets. Even the pen cap and
pen holder have clever couplets!"
"What clever couplets?" Zuo Shanshan answered casually as she listened to her father's distorted interpretation of classical Chinese. She no longer disliked
these things; in fact, she found them quite interesting.
"Pen cap: The sun goes in, the ink flows down; Pen holder: It sways, its legs pointing skyward."
"Dad, you're such a bad dad, a lecherous dad. I'm ignoring you." Zuo Shanshan swayed her shoulders, struggled
to her feet, and walked out of the bedroom. She hadn't expected her father to buy a villa here that displayed ancient erotic culture
, and moreover, it was connected to her? This was clearly fantasizing about his daughter. Did her father really have
feelings for her? Thinking of the painting on the bedside table, her heart pounded. The man's genitals were so large, the description of an oar was
perfect, and the marks after their lovemaking were clearly visible. However, "a deserted ferry crossing" wasn't quite right; it should be changed to "
after the ferry crossing, the oar lies across the water." After their lovemaking in the wild, both were tired and listless, naturally no longer craving each other's bodies. That
oar... And so no one paid any attention. But the thought of the man and woman's faces made her heart pound. The woman who resembled her
was gazing tenderly at the man's body, her eyes revealing a look of unfulfilled desire; the man who resembled her father
had a satisfied, contented expression. Could it be that her father had sent her here so that she could understand his
innermost feelings through this painting? "Spring tides bring rain, rushing in the evening"—was this a reflection of her father?
She leaned against the window, gazing into the distance. A maple leaf, fiery red, seemed to burn like a flame in the rustling autumn wind, while the
distant mountains loomed like a barrier, blocking out this secluded paradise from the world.
"Hello, what is it?" Her father, feeling ignored, was unsure how to explain to his daughter when his phone rang.
"Diaoyu Islands?" The other end was reporting urgently. Her father was a little impatient. "Damn those Japanese! What did the Central Military Commission
say? Wait and see? Wait and see again. They're such cowards." He slammed down the phone angrily and strode
out.
Zuo Shanshan felt her father standing behind her. She sighed softly, still gazing at the
flickering flames outside.
"Still angry?" Seeing his daughter remain still, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Zuo Shanshan didn't want to embarrass her father
too much; in fact, all of this was a secret she had wanted to know for years.
"Is something wrong?" The two stood one behind the other, Zuo Shanshan looking like a child.
"The Military Commission office called, saying that fishermen from the Fujian coast and Taiwan spontaneously formed a civilian movement to protect the Diaoyu Islands, but
were driven out by the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, and several people were even injured. The Central Committee hasn't given any instructions, and they've even been
telling us to wait and see—what a cowardly policy!" He vented his anger to his daughter.
"Are the injured all safely brought back?" "Zuo Shanshan is concerned about the personal safety of patriots. These patriots
are truly courageous. If China had more passionate men, why would it worry about being bullied?"
"That's not a problem, but Dad just can't swallow this insult
. Didn't Mao's era of millet and rifles still manage to defeat the American mechanics?" What her father said was indeed true, but in this peaceful era, the central government still considered the multifaceted
chain reactions and political impact. This is the difference between soldiers and politicians, Zuo Shanshan thought. Her father's military character
was formed during the war-torn years and was firmly established; he acted decisively and simply, never considering
the consequences.
"The central government has its own considerations," Zuo Shanshan blurted out.
"Heh, you're lecturing me now, little girl." A phone call instantly dissolved the barrier between father and daughter
.
Zuo Shanshan turned around, looking at her father's tall and handsome figure, stroking his broad chest, a
strange feeling welling up within her. "Dad, do you really think that way?" "
What do you think?" The straightforward soldier was still immersed in the Diaoyu Islands movement when his daughter asked him a question that caught him off guard.
"Bad daddy," she said shyly, "Aren't you afraid Mom will see those drawings?"
"Oh." Minister Zuo suddenly realized, "How would your mother know?" He implied that this secluded place
was a secret from everyone, unless he deliberately let her know, just as he had told his daughter.
"You, how many places like this do you have?" she asked, looking up at her father.
"Shanshan, don't ask. Daddy isn't a womanizer, not as bad as you think."
"Then, do you still love Mommy?" For some reason, Zuo Shanshan asked this question at this moment.
After a moment of silence, Minister Zuo said deeply, "Shanshan, whether people love each other or not doesn't affect marriage. Your mother
and I were married during the war, but Daddy spent his life in the military, wandering and drifting. In recent years, life has become stable,
but my feelings have become empty. Sometimes things inevitably happen, which is not unreasonable." " I just wanted to find a woman
to talk to, to confide in. But besides taking care of people, your mother... well, how should I put it? She's basically
just a maid."
"Then what about that woman who came in the summer?" In the first month after her divorce, Zuo Shanshan encountered someone
claiming kinship, which strained the family relationship, especially her mother, who seemed particularly depressed and uneasy.
"You mean that Xiao Mei? That might have been Dad's one-night stand during the war."
"Dad, you had one-night stands back then?" Zuo Shanshan teased.
"What one-night stand? Soldiers are always homeless and don't know what their fate will be, so most of them
only look at the present, the so-called 'seize the day.' They have plenty of masculinity but lack feminine sentiment
, so when they see a woman, they're like cats to fish. Coupled with a pessimistic mood, rape incidents often occur
. That Xiao Mei incident probably happened during the Huaihai Campaign, when Dad entered enemy-occupied territory and forced his way into a civilian's house."
"You..."
"It was probably a semi-rape." He was frank and wouldn't hide anything about his daughter. "
Dad," Zuo Shanshan hesitated, looking at her father's questioning gaze, before praising him softly, "You're
really amazing! You gave birth to a sister in just one try." She blushed deeply as she spoke.
"Silly girl," Minister Zuo pulled his daughter into his arms, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her fragrance...
She exuded that unique femininity. "If Dad could have had a baby every time, there would probably be a reinforced platoon by now."
"Dad, you have a lot of romantic history." Zuo Shanshan said with endless longing.
"Romantic history? That doesn't count. Unlike you guys dating now, all that romance and sweet nothings, back
then it was just a release of desire. During wartime, there was no room for sentimentality or morality. Even with strict military discipline,
it was out of necessity. Officers could only turn a blind eye. Women may have committed crimes, but compared to soldiers
risking their lives on the battlefield, it was nothing."
"That's too barbaric, Dad." She wrapped her arms around her father's neck, her eyes blinking. "Were you
like a bull back then?"
Minister Zuo had already placed his hand on his daughter's face, stroking her beautiful features. “Yes, oxen are good for
plowing fields. Back then, besides being a brave warrior in battle, Dad had so much energy he had nowhere to put it. He was like an ox all the time, even now
…”
“So you went around looking for women.”
“It was forced by the war. During the Long March, people were starving, skin and bones. Planes were bombing overhead, and pursuers
were chasing on the ground. The Red Army was climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, plus the harassment from those misunderstood ethnic minorities. We were at our
wits' end. In desperate situations, sometimes, to preserve our strength and prevent leaks, the Red Army would take special measures against a few villages that put up a last stand. That was to wipe them out with machine guns.”
“So cruel?” Zuo Shanshan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t the Red Army supposed to be the most disciplined?”
“War is cruel. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. These misled ethnic minorities were especially
mischievous, and there wasn’t time to do ideological work. As soon as you left, they would immediately inform the enemy, and we
would be surrounded on all sides. Once the news leaked, the whole army would be wiped out.”
“Oh, that makes sense.” Zuo Shanshan understood and nodded sympathetically.
“But this also happens,” Minister Zuo said mysteriously to his daughter. “Before some units start firing, they often
deliberately separate the men and women. The officers know what will happen, but in the harsh conditions,
they don’t know if they’ll survive tomorrow after a battle. They figure getting a woman won’t cause any major problems, so they often tacitly allow it.
After the men are shot, the soldiers start raping and gang-raping the women. Some of the more cunning soldiers pick out some pretty
ones and give them to the officers.”
“Dad, you were a battalion commander then, weren’t you?” Zuo Shanshan had heard many stories from her father.
“Yeah, so Dad was involved in embezzlement and bribery. Damn it, there are always people licking your boots.”
Minister Zuo laughed heartily at this point.
“You just enjoyed it without a care?”
“Why not? In those days, you couldn’t tell the difference between humans and ghosts. Besides,” he turned his daughter’s head to look into her
eyes, “Dad is reliable.”
“You bad boy.” She punched her father hard.
“Once, Dad got two, hehe.” He smiled wickedly.
"Two?"
"Yes, I was just holding her in my arms, about to kiss her, when someone knocked on the door again."
"You already..."
"Then you're still whole?"
"Dad, you...you're amazing." Zuo Shanshan covered her mouth and laughed.
"Dad's a bull, I can sleep with two women in one night." He couldn't help but boast to his daughter.
"You rascal." Zuo Shanshan laughed and scolded.
"Your virility hasn't diminished. Want to try?" He said lewdly, looking at his daughter challengingly.
"You're so bad, even having bad thoughts about your daughter." With her father's arm around her, Zuo Shanshan stepped on her father's
foot.
"Ouch," Minister Zuo cried out in pain, lifting his foot and rubbing it as he spoke, "Are you jealous?"
"No way, hmph!" Zuo Shanshan deliberately turned her face away from him. "Serves you right! Who told you to be so mean?"
Minister Zuo followed her, hugging his daughter tightly. "Little brat, what are you jealous about?
Where were you then? If it had been earlier, you might have been left on the grass by your father."
"You, you..." Zuo Shanshan rolled her eyes in anger. "Hmph!" "Don't be angry, my little darling," 　　Minister Zuo said
, wrapping his arms around his daughter's waist and lovingly inhaling her sweet fragrance, 　　a wave of tenderness washing over him. "Who wants to be angry with you? You're a complete scoundrel!" she cursed her father fiercely, 　　venting her frustration. Minister Zuo, feigning grievance at his daughter's spoiled behavior, said, "Shanshan, if you had been born twenty 　　years earlier, I would have been completely bewitched by you, saving those women from suffering." 　　"Pah, pah. It's a good thing I wasn't born earlier, otherwise you would have..." She paused, realizing 　　she hadn't been born earlier. It was all because of this scoundrel of a father. 　　Minister Zuo waited for his daughter's next words, and when she fell silent, he knew she had realized something. He grabbed her 　　hands and gently rubbed them, "Are you afraid I'll rape you? Do you know how women in the 60s and 70s were vying to 　　offer themselves to you?" 　　"I wouldn't offer myself to you," Zuo Shanshan said irritably. 　　"Then offer yourself to Zirong." 　　"Tch!" her daughter said disdainfully. "Zirong is better than you." 　　"Little girl, I know Zirong is a playboy, a master at picking up women, even better than your father. 　　Is it because my daughter is attracted to his womanizing skills?" He buried his face in his daughter's neck. " 　　I'm afraid my precious daughter can't withstand his ravaging. Don't come looking for your father then." He looked at his daughter without speaking. " 　　Your father is no less than him. Shanshan, tell me honestly, have you and Zirong ever been intimate?" 　　"Yes, I did. I gave myself to him when I was in school, so that no one else would covet it." 　　"Really?" Minister Zuo said sourly. "Heh, is it just wishful thinking?" 　　"Your daughter isn't that bad, is she?" Zuo Shanshan retorted. 　　“I know that the student will surpass the teacher, and my daughter won’t be far behind. Shanshan, your father is even more courageous. 　　My proudest achievements are twofold: one is to gallop across the battlefield with the courage of ten thousand men; the other 　　is to indulge in the company of women, having the feat of sleeping with five women in one night.” 　　“Or you could have three palaces and six courtyards, with palaces everywhere.” He said to his daughter with a bittersweet tone, his voice almost breaking with tears 　　.

Minister Zuo realized he had let slip his secret, inciting his daughter's boundless jealousy. Just as he was regretting it, he saw
a ripple appear in the fiery red outside, followed by a rustling sound of wind coming through the window. The wind had picked up.
Father and daughter shifted slightly, and Minister Zuo seized the opportunity to ingratiate himself with his daughter, "Dad was just indulging in a moment of pleasure
, that was during the war years. Since we got this house, Dad has lost that kind of interest." This was clearly telling his daughter
that he had put all his heart into her.
"When did you start thinking about this?" His daughter didn't dwell on her father's past licentious behavior; she
cared more about his present.
"From the day you got divorced," he said, his voice filled with deep affection. "Shanshan, Dad knew you would come back.
Dad thought that as long as you didn't remarry, Dad would support you."
Zuo Shanshan said emotionally, "Dad, why didn't you tell your daughter sooner?" She began to stroke her father's
face.
“You’re my daughter, how could I dare? Shanshan, if you truly love Zirong, Dad won’t stop you.” Minister Zuo’s
head slid down under his daughter’s caresses, his face brushing against hers. “Dad wouldn’t dare waste your youth.”
Zuo Shanshan felt her father’s loving gaze on her face. She whispered in his ear, “
Dad, let me tell you, I never had any contact with Zirong when I was in school.”
“Really?”
“Silly girl, I want to live in this palace.” His daughter said firmly.
“You won’t regret it? Dad’s getting old.”
“Didn’t you sleep with five women a night? I only have one body.” Zuo Shanshan said coquettishly.
“But Zirong is still young, I’m afraid I can’t compete with him. Besides…” Minister Zuo stopped there.
“Tell me.” Zuo Shanshan said sweetly.
“The day Zirong came, when he was using the restroom, Dad saw that his thing was bigger than Dad’s.” He said, looking at his daughter
’s face.
"Are you choosing a husband for your daughter? The older one might not be suitable. Dad, you're old but still vigorous, your body may be
old but your spear isn't."
"My daughter understands me best. I am a spear, whether on horseback or on foot, I can take down Mu Guiying; I am strong and courageous,
charging back and forth, my vigor still intact. Daughter, your spear is still strong, do you like your father's spear?"
"Yes, Dad." The two stood by the window, looking like a loving couple.
Minister Zuo let out a long sigh. Their eyes met, their affections intertwined. Minister Zuo lowered his head and kissed his daughter's cherry
lips. They stood there kissing for a long time. After shifting their position, Zuo Shanshan let out a soft moan. She didn't know
when, but the front of her dress had been undone. She instinctively tried to cover herself, accidentally knocking over
a pair of pen holders on the windowsill. Suddenly, her face flushed red. Minister Zuo stared blankly as a blush spread across his daughter's cheeks.
“Bad Daddy, why are you putting this kind of thing here?”
Minister Zuo suddenly understood. “What, is it wet too?” He understood why his daughter was blushing.
“You’re bad!” his daughter said coquettishly. “Really.”
“Haha, sure enough, the ink is flowing. Dad hasn’t…”
“No, no…” his daughter tried to run away shyly, but Minister Zuo grabbed her. “Get wild, legs
in the air.” He passionately pressed his hands on his daughter’s chest. “It really is flowing?” “Dad, wash up,
let your daughter serve you this once.” Zuo Shanshan squeezed her legs together; she knew that her father’s teasing had really made her like a pen cap.
“No, you haven’t agreed to me yet.” Minister Zuo put her on the spot.
“Can we talk about that kind of thing later?” His daughter was gentle as water, exactly what the general wanted. "Daughter is just
worried it might affect your reputation and prestige."
"Reputation and prestige? Those are just empty things. Shanshan, do you want to test Daddy's precious weapon first?"
"You're so naughty."
"Then Daddy will shower with you."
"No." Zuo Shanshan, all sweet and coquettish, was picked up by the general and carried into the bathroom with a fierce, tiger-like air. The wind picked up, and
a sandstorm swept in from Beijing, instantly darkening the sky.

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