[Helping the stepmother through a difficult time]

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Dusk
.
The setting sun slanted across the still-new PVC window frames, and the afterglow shone through the bright glass, dyeing the
pink orchid-patterned curtains red. The shadows of the trees swayed and danced on the curtains, sometimes hazy, sometimes clear,
sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, like moving and changing patterns in a painting.
I knelt on the double bed, my shoulders supporting two snow-white thighs, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina,
while my hands kneaded her two large breasts, and I kept calling out, "Stepmother, my good stepmother.
Oh, oh, so comfortable."
Below me lay a flawless young woman, her two slender, delicate hands tightly gripping my shoulders, her buttocks
rising and falling in rhythm with my movements. Her two elegant, thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes veiled her half-closed eyes
. She moaned softly and rhythmically, "Junchen... oh... oh... didn't we agree... oh...
when we're doing this... oh... you're not allowed... to call me that... ouch..."
Every time I called her "Little Mom" during sex, she would correct me shyly. But she
was indeed my father's woman, and she had a daughter with him—Junxiu. Now, she was my woman,
but I couldn't break the habit of calling her "Little Mom" after more than a year, even during sex. Perhaps
it was a kind of stimulation, but I called her "Little Mom" with extra affection.
Twelve years ago, after years of hard work, my father finally joined the ranks of the city's richest people, possessing
assets of over a billion yuan. His office building was magnificent, becoming a beautiful sight in the city. The company had more than a thousand employees
, with an average income of around seven thousand yuan, making it the best company in the city and one of the most ideal companies for many college graduates
.
On Uncle Wang's recommendation, a beautiful girl walked into my father's office. Her name was Li Yan. She was just
eighteen years old that year. Due to poverty, she couldn't afford university and had to work as a cleaner to supplement the family income. I still clearly remember that
when she first arrived, she was wearing a high school uniform. Although it was baggy, it couldn't hide her well-developed figure
and pretty face. Later, for some reason, she became my father's personal driver.
My mother was a typical jealous woman; even an ugly woman by my father's side would arouse her jealousy
. When she learned that my father had a pretty girl with him, she immediately started making a scene. My father said, "What's all the fuss about
? I'm fifty, she's eighteen, about the same age as her grandfather." My mother was silent, but she didn't let her guard down at all.
Finally, two years later, she discovered their intimate moment. My mother was completely enraged, like a lioness.
If my father hadn't intervened that day, Li Yan would probably have been crippled, if not killed. Later, my father couldn't withstand the pressure from his family and
fired Li Yan, and the matter was considered closed. Years passed, and no one ever saw Li Yan again. My father never
mentioned her, and the matter was simply forgotten.
"Oh, Junchen, hurry up!" My stepmother, Li Yan, always called out this before each climax.
I increased the force of my thrusts, my hands tightly gripping her plump buttocks, my tongue swirling in her mouth. With
a cry from Li Yan, her brows furrowed, as if she were weeping; though her face was contorted, she was still so beautiful and
lovely. At the same time, my sperm could no longer resist the temptation and spurted into her narrow vagina. Immediately,
Li Yan stopped crying out, and my penis slowly softened and slipped out. Both of us were covered in sweat,
lying on the bed, panting heavily, embracing each other, enjoying the happiness that came after sex.
"Junchen, I'm still shaken, afraid your mother will find out about us," Li Yan
said softly, like a wounded little bird, nestled in my arms.
Yes, she was terrified; the beating my family gave her two years ago was still vivid in her memory.
My father passed away suddenly from a heart attack at the age of sixty. The funeral was held in the company auditorium, and the mourning activities
proceeded normally and orderly. No one expected that Li Yan, who had been missing for many years, would arrive. What was striking was the
presence of a four- or five-year-old girl beside her. This little girl resembled Li Yan, but also her father; it was clearly
her father and her child. Later, we learned that Li Yan, unable to resist the child's pleas, came to see her father one last time.
Their arrival shattered the tranquility of the funeral hall.
My mother, like an enraged lioness, grabbed Li Yan's hair and let out a chilling
roar. Immediately, my two younger brothers rushed forward, punching and kicking; my wife and two sisters-in-law rushed forward, scratching and
clawing; my son and two nephews rushed forward, leaping and kicking. In an instant, the funeral hall became a battlefield,
filled with the sounds of slaps, punches, kicks, Li Yan's wails, and the child's pleas.
Seeing that someone was about to die, the mourners quickly came to pull my family apart. Li Yan lay on the ground,
clutching her face, blood trickling from between her fingers. Someone helped her up; blood gushed from her nose and mouth, and
her younger brother's footprints were visible on her otherwise fair face. She didn't cry, stubbornly pulling her child to her father's portrait and forcing him
to kneel. The child was terrified and refused to kneel. She sternly shouted, "Kneel before your father!"
The mother and child, ignoring the shouts and curses from my family behind them, calmly saluted their father. Then, she took
the child's hand and left without looking back.
"Junchen, what are you thinking about?" Li Yan looked up, kissed me, and asked, her beautiful eyes meeting mine
.
I snapped out of my reverie, looking at this woman, who shared my traits but was twelve years younger than me, and felt
an overwhelming sense of shame. That time, my family had been so cruel, so heartless to her. I smiled, shook my head,
hugged her tightly, and gently stroked her smooth buttocks, soothing her wounded heart with my tenderness.
The shadows of the trees on the curtains faded, but the twilight deepened. Li Yan suddenly sat up, glancing at the quartz clock on the wall.
It was already past five o'clock; how could it be past five in such a flash?
"Junchen, get up quickly, Junxiu is about to get out of school." Li Yan quickly squatted on the bed, wiping her lower body with a pre-prepared
towel.
"Wow, time flies." I also quickly got up and dressed.
"Junchen, you sit in the living room, I'll go cook." Li Yan quickly put on her white pajamas with red flowers and
ran to the kitchen.
I sat on the sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette, and as the smoke curled upwards, I drifted back into memories.
After my father passed away, I, at just forty-two years old, rightfully became the chairman of the company. My two
younger brothers were quite disappointing, spending their days eating, drinking, and having fun, completely ignoring company affairs, yet still drawing a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.
My mother spent her days playing mahjong at home with several elderly women, my wife and two sister-in-law were keen on shopping, and my son and two
nephews were still in school. It seemed like the company was all mine; I was busy from morning till night every day. Fortunately,
I inherited my father's diligence, and with a bit of cleverness, I managed to handle the work fairly well.
But while I was busy with work, my family secretly filed a lawsuit against
Li Yan, led by my mother. It turned out that ever since she beat Li Yan that day, my mother hadn't gotten over her anger and had
sent my two younger brothers to investigate Li Yan's residence. Unexpectedly, my usually idle brother turned out to be a detective expert,
finding out in just three days that my father had bought Li Yan an apartment and a BMW worth over 500,000 yuan before his death.
When my mother learned the news, she flew into a rage, berated my deceased father, and then led the family to
sue Li Yan. Her goal was clear: to reclaim the apartment and car. However, the apartment and car were registered
in Li Yan's name, making it seem like a hopeless case. But my younger brother had connections; he used
money to bribe officials, proving the saying, "Money makes the world go round." Gradually, the court began to favor my family.
Li Yan's lawyer argued that the child was the father's and had inheritance rights. However, my mother and her family refused to acknowledge this. Li
Yan's lawyer demanded a paternity test. But my father had already been buried, my two younger brothers refused to provide samples, and coupled with
the court's bias and refusal to support the paternity test, the matter was dropped. In the end, the apartment and car were awarded to
my family, and Li Yan left with nothing. The biggest winner in this case was my mother, and the biggest spender was Li Yan. However, it left us with
a laughingstock: the money my family used to bribe officials could have bought two apartments like that and two BMWs. But
her mother was happy because Li Yan was poor, and had nothing at all.
It's said that her mother led the whole family to the apartment that day to supervise Li Yan. Li Yan
didn't dare breathe, only taking a few changes of clothes. As she was leaving, her mother snatched
the necklace from her neck. Her little brother was very arrogant that day, pointing almost at Li Yan's nose, and shouted, "Fuck your mother
! Don't let me see you again. If I see you again, I'll beat you every time!" Li Yan didn't dare say a word, took
her child, and left, never to be heard from again.
Suddenly, the sound of a lock opening interrupted my reverie. Then, a girl's delicate, quiet
face appeared, her fair face framed by dark eyes—a spitting image of Li Yan. She saw me and
smiled with a surprised yet serene smile: "Oh, big brother's here. When did you come? You didn't even tell me beforehand."
She was Junxiu, the daughter of my father and Li Yan. I stood up, smiled, walked over, took her schoolbag,
hung it on the wall by the door, and then picked her up, saying, "School's out, Junxiu. Big brother just got
here less than ten minutes ago."
"You come back and immediately start clinging to big brother, aren't you ashamed?" Li Yan said, coming out of the kitchen, then glared at me fiercely
, accusing me of lying. She'd spent the whole afternoon there, done all sorts of good things, yet she insisted on deceiving the child. Then, her
fair face flushed, and she turned and went back to the kitchen.
"What gift did big brother bring me today?" Junxiu asked, hugging my neck.
I carried Junxiu around the room for a moment, then walked to the sofa and tossed her onto it. Junxiu immediately
saw the exquisite picture book, happily hugging it and laughing, "Big brother is so good to me."
"Junchen, dinner's ready!" Li Yan called from the dining room, calling my name, but also telling Junxiu
it was time to eat.
The night was quiet. I lay alone on the double bed, looking through the window at the starry sky.
This was the hardest time. Li Yan had to coax Junxiu to sleep before she could come and keep me company. In my mind, like a movie
, that scorching summer from last year played out.
"Junchen, you wanted to see me?" Uncle Wang asked as he entered the office. Uncle Wang was my father's longtime subordinate,
extremely capable and loyal. He had been retired for two years, but was still in good health, with a full head of white hair.
"Yes, Uncle Wang, I wanted to see you," I replied politely, then looked at the two
employees beside me and said, "You two can go out now."
"Junchen, is there something urgent?" Uncle Wang
asked softly, leaning on his desk after the two employees left.
"Uncle Wang." I picked up a cigarette and pushed it, lighter and all, in front of Uncle Wang. "
What do you think about Li Yan's situation?"
"Oh." Uncle Wang lit the cigarette and looked at me. "I don't know what you mean."
"I think this is a bit unfair to her." I glanced at Uncle Wang. "At least that child is
her father's daughter."
"Oh, you mean..." Uncle Wang was still probing my tone.
"I want to help her." I said decisively.
"Oh." Uncle Wang's eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly, then dimmed again. "Junchen, aren't you afraid
the old lady will find out?"
"I don't want my mother to know, and I don't want anyone to know. That's why I'm talking to you alone
." I looked at Uncle Wang and said.
"Really?" Uncle Wang still didn't quite trust me.
"Really." My attitude was very sincere.
"Yes, when you were little, Boss Lu wanted a daughter, but he wasn't lucky enough. Now
he finally has a daughter, sigh!" Uncle Wang sighed and didn't continue.
"I want to buy Li Yan an apartment so she can take better care of my sister. After all, she's Dad's own flesh and
blood; I should be able to help her." I didn't respond to Uncle Wang's words and said. "Sigh." Uncle Wang sighed again, "Back at the funeral hall, 　　they protected her
because she was Boss Lu's daughter ." 　　"I saw that, Uncle Wang, that's why I came to you." I revealed my intention. 　　"But..." Uncle Wang sighed again. 　　"But what?" I pressed. 　　"Jun Chen, I went there the day we moved out of the apartment, and I watched helplessly as Li Yan took the child away. I didn't dare ..."

I went up to her, afraid Mrs. Lu would scold me. Actually, I had 10,000 yuan in my pocket, intending to give it to her. Later, after Mrs. Lu
left, I chased after her, but couldn't catch her. I searched for several more days, but still couldn't find them. I also went to
Li Yan's mother's house, but her parents thought it was shameful for her to be a mistress and kicked her and her daughter out. Sigh, I really don't know
how they are now.”
“Oh, thank you, Uncle Wang.” My heart sank, but I had to thank Uncle Wang for what he had done, because
it was my family's business.
“No need to thank me, you know my relationship with Boss Lu, it's just what I should do. Junchen, it's rare
to see such filial piety from you, I should thank you on behalf of Boss Lu.” Uncle Wang said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Uncle Wang, are you still looking for Li Yan?"
"Yes." Uncle Wang nodded, "Unfortunately, I haven't found her yet."
"Okay, Uncle Wang, I'd like to ask you for a favor, please continue the search, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'll give you a car tomorrow, you can drive there, that will make things easier." After I finished speaking, I took out a stack of money
and pushed it in front of Uncle Wang, "This is 50,000 yuan, for the expenses of finding Li Yan."
"Junchen, we're family, no need for formalities, giving me a car is the biggest help you can give, take this money back."
Uncle Wang pushed the money back.
"Uncle Wang, take this money. After you find Li Yan, don't disturb her, come back and tell me."
"Junchen, don't worry, I'll take care of this." Uncle Wang knew my personality, put the money away
and left.
At this moment, I heard footsteps outside, I stopped recalling and listened carefully. I knew it was Li Yan's footsteps
. I loved this moment the most, just by the light footsteps, I could tell that Li Yan had come out. This was a
secret pleasure of mine; my sexual happiness was built upon the sound of these footsteps. Each step closer brought a hazy
, indistinct joy.
Li Yan gently pushed open the door, her movements soft and delicate. Then, a series of slow, light footsteps approached me
, followed by a beautiful female face appearing before me, her dark eyes looking at me with
a quiet, serene smile: "Junchen, still awake? What are you thinking about?"
"I missed you, stepmother." I hugged her tightly, my hand slipping directly into her pajama bottoms, touching her soft buttocks
. Li Yan had a very good figure, her buttocks neither too big nor too small, and she looked exceptionally alluring in jeans, which is why I
loved her buttocks so much; it was also my favorite place to touch.
"Junchen, don't call me stepmother right now, call me by my name." Li Yan followed my lead, pressing herself
against me, her fragrant lips kissing me.
"Is Junxiu asleep?" I returned her kiss, asking.
"Hmm." Li Yan's hand slipped inside my pants. "It's hard again, is it okay?" She meant, since we
did it this afternoon, could we do it again tonight?
"Of course, stepmother." I'd gotten used to calling her that, I really couldn't change.
"I'm angry, and you still call me that." Li Yan pouted, but her hand didn't stop, still stroking my penis.
I put Li Yan on the bed, pressed her down, kissing her as I took off her clothes. Then, I stripped
naked too, and we hugged each other again. We've been having sex for over a year now, and we don't speak during foreplay, it's all in tacit understanding
. Once her vagina is wet, Li Yan will spread her two snow-white legs, using her hands to support me, indicating that we can have
sex. Then, I kneel between them and slowly insert my penis. Although Li Yan has had children, her vagina is still
narrow, making it difficult to go all the way in; I have to push in little by little until my penis is fully inside.
"Be gentle, don't let the child hear." At this point, Li Yan always has to say this, afraid of waking
the child.
After a series of thrusts, Li Yan finally succumbed to my hardness and pounding, and she climaxed. Although she was afraid of waking the child,
she couldn't control her excitement at this moment, and her cries grew louder and louder. At this point, I had to
cover her mouth with mine to control the volume.
"You didn't ejaculate?" Li Yan asked after her climax.
"Mmm." I replied, "I want..."
"What do you want now? Do you want to do it from behind?" Li Yan knew that I wasn't satisfied with this kind of sex and wanted to try something different
. "Junchen, don't do it from behind, it hurt for days last time."
I looked at her handsome face, my fingers stroking her lips.
"You want to use your mouth again, Junchen, I feel disgusted." Li Yan pleaded.
"Stepmother, Stepmother." I pleaded.
"Calling me Stepmother again, I don't like it. I'll only do it if you call my name." Li Yan pouted.
"Oh, Li Yan, my good Yanzi." I complied with her.
"That's more like it." After Li Yan finished speaking, she pushed me down and laid me on my back on the bed. She took out a handkerchief, knelt
between my legs, and carefully wiped
my penis. Only when she deemed it clean did she open her mouth and take it in. After many oral sex encounters, Li Yan's technique was quite good; she could take it all the way in, then
move her head up and down.
At this moment, Li Yan was at her most beautiful. From the front, all you could see was her slightly upturned nose and two very long
rows of eyelashes. As my penis went in and out of her mouth, I felt a surge of excitement, a deep and intense love
gripping me. I finally began to feel the urge to ejaculate, holding her hair tightly and thrusting forward to meet her.
She stopped moving, letting me thrust in and out, ejaculating all my semen into her beautiful little mouth.
That night, I slept soundly, in the same position until dawn. One arm was around Li Yan, the other on her smooth
buttocks. Li Yan also slept soundly, one arm around my waist, the other squeezing my now limp
penis. I had a dream, a very real dream.
"Junchen, I found her." Uncle Wang walked into the office, looking very excited.
"Did you find Li Yan?" I asked impatiently.
"Yes."
"Where is she?"
"In a certain county."
"What is she doing?"
"Hmm." Uncle Wang's face darkened. "She's in a rather tragic situation."
"Tell me quickly, what is she doing? How is the child?" I hate it when people drag their feet.
"She's selling lamb skewers outside an elementary school. You know, people in that county are very poor, so few people buy them, and business
is tough. That child is sitting there obediently next to her, not moving at all."
"Stop talking, let's go see." I'm always impatient.
That county is an affiliated county of our city, only about sixty li away, a forty-minute drive. I finally
saw Li Yan. In front of her was a dark, rectangular stove filled with glowing charcoal, where she was
grilling lamb skewers for three children. She was still wearing the school uniform she wore when she first came to the company, only now it was stained so dark with grease
that the original color was unrecognizable. Her hair was also messy, and she was looking down. If it weren't for the child sitting next to her, I wouldn't have recognized
her at all.
I lit a cigarette, sat in the car, and kept my eyes fixed on Li Yan in the distance. Without turning my head
, I told Uncle Wang the plan I had just come up with. Uncle Wang's aged eyes lit up after hearing this, and he repeatedly said,
"Junchen, you're a good man. Boss Lu can rest in peace in the afterlife. Don't worry, I'll take care of this
." Uncle Wang and I exchanged a knowing smile and drove away.
Li Yan turned over, startling me awake. Seeing that I still had my eyes closed, she gently
removed my hand, tucked me in, and then got dressed. She gave me a light kiss on the cheek and
went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Li Yan's cooking was delicious; my father loved it back then, and I still do now.
I opened my eyes when I heard her light footsteps enter the kitchen. I looked at the quartz clock on the wall; it was only a little past five in the morning
. Still feeling sleepy, I went back to sleep, and the dream continued.
After returning to the company, I made a decision: to donate to a primary school in a certain county—the very school where Li Yan sold lamb skewers
. My thoughts were far ahead. My father's daughter was almost of school age, and she couldn't come to this city; she had to
attend school in a certain county. I didn't want to see my sister's school in such a dilapidated state.
The county's education commission leaders took this matter very seriously and specially invited me to a meal at the county's largest and best restaurant
. This restaurant was owned by a deputy county head, and all those of high rank ate there, always
hosting large gatherings. Unexpectedly, this meal led me to meet many of the county's high-ranking officials,
laying the foundation for my future endeavors.
That day, I was quite bold, even saying the following: "This year, I will rebuild this primary school. In a few
years, I will rebuild a middle school, and then a high school." Everyone thought I was just excited,
making these remarks while drunk. But who knew that all of this was preparation for my sister's future education? Wherever she went to
school, I would make sure that school was the best it could be. Unexpectedly, someone told the county head about this, and
we became good friends.
"Junchen, wake up," Li Yan called out, kissing me as she did so, interrupting my dream once again.
"Oh, what time is it?" My hand was still inside my pajama bottom, touching my butt.
"It's six o'clock, hurry up and eat. Don't you have to rush back to the company today?" Li Yan said gently.
I stretched and hugged Li Yan tightly: "Okay, stepmother, just a little longer."
"Stop it, Junchen, I'm going to wake Junxiu up." Li Yan kissed me hard, broke free, and
went out.
After breakfast, Junxiu and I went downstairs together. Although the school wasn't far, Junxiu still wanted to ride in my car; she felt
very happy that way. The first time I took Junxiu to school, people misunderstood; the teacher thought I was her father
. I couldn't blame them for that; I was practically a stereotypical father, and Junxiu also had a father's shadow, so it was hard not
to be misunderstood. When someone first asked, "Is that your father?" Junxiu didn't answer. The person continued
, "They really look alike." Junxiu still didn't answer; although she was young, she had experienced too much and was always burdened with worries
. She didn't want anyone to know I was her older brother, but implicitly accepted that I was her father.
Turning a corner outside the residential complex, we arrived at the school gate. Junxiu sweetly said from the car, "
Goodbye, big brother," then opened the car door, got out, and walked into the brand-new school gate. In this small county town, children usually
walk to school; being driven there was a sight to behold, attracting many onlookers, including some envious
glances from other elementary school students. Junxiu was used to such attention, walking with his head held high,
politely greeting classmates and teachers around him. No wonder Li Yan always spoke so enthusiastically about how the teacher portrayed
Junxiu after parent-teacher meetings; it wasn't entirely due to his excellent academic performance.
I watched Junxiu's retreating figure, looked at the brand-new school building, and then drove away. On the way home,
I fell into reminiscence again.
"Junchen." Uncle Wang walked into the office. He was now a special envoy; the secretary at the door didn't stop him at all, and
he could enter freely.
"Uncle Wang, how did that matter go?" I asked eagerly.
"Everything's done." Uncle Wang said with a happy expression. "Junchen, do you know? The things you asked me to do, the simple ones
were actually quite difficult, while the difficult ones were quite easy."
"What do you mean, Uncle Wang?" I really didn't understand his words.
"Buying a house, decorating, and buying furniture were all easy; as long as you have the money, that's not a problem. The most difficult thing was probably
registering the household. Li Yan and the child didn't have household registration, but with your connections with the county leaders,
it was all done effortlessly. It was really easy." After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he lit a cigarette and looked at me.
"Then what do you mean by 'the simple ones are difficult'?" I still didn't understand what Uncle Wang meant.
"Tell me, you asked me to secretly give the kids money to buy Li Yan's lamb skewers. It was really difficult. Those kids thought
I was crazy, and none of them wanted my money. Luckily, I'm quick-witted, so I called my wife over. She happens to have
a distant grandson, a relative we haven't seen in years. My wife is very supportive of you, and for your
plan, she started contacting this relative again. My wife and I stayed at their house, saving on gas money. Then,
my wife went to pick up the kids every day, bought lots of lamb skewers, and shared them with his classmates. Thankfully, Li Yan doesn't recognize
my wife and was even thanking her." Uncle Wang finished in one breath, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"And then there's Junchen. When it came to registering the household and getting the property certificate, I didn't know the child's name. How could I ask? Later,
it was all thanks to my wife that I found out the child's name, and that's how we got the household registration. My goodness, everyone says..."
"Getting a household registration here is difficult, but with money, that's easy. It's just figuring out the child's name that's driving me crazy."
"What's the child's name?" Actually, after all this time, I didn't know the child's name either, so I
asked urgently.
"Lu Junxiu," Uncle Wang said haltingly, then proudly puffed on his cigarette.
My name is Lu Junchen, her name is Lu Junxiu, we're from the same generation, she's my half-sister. I
couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, rubbing my hands together, pacing back and forth in the office, forgetting to praise Uncle Wang and his hardworking
wife.
"Here, Junchen. This is Li Yan and her child's household registration book, and the property certificate." Uncle Wang placed it on his desk.
"Junchen, go inspect the house." He looked out the window at the sky, "Go tomorrow, it's already late today."
"No, I'll go now," I said decisively.
It was already very dark that day, and Uncle Wang, being old and with failing eyesight, drove me personally to a certain county. I was quite satisfied with the apartment
. Actually, I had no doubt about Uncle Wang's abilities. This trip was just to familiarize myself with
the location. Then, following Uncle Wang's directions, we arrived at Li Yan's residence, a small, low-ceilinged house.
Uncle Wang told me that Li Yan rented it for seventy yuan a month. We didn't disturb Li Yan and drove back
to the city. That night, I treated Uncle Wang and his wife to a meal to express my heartfelt gratitude and
gave Uncle Wang a reward of 100,000 yuan.
I must stop reminiscing, because I had already arrived at the company gate. The driver, Xiao Zhang, saw me from afar and quickly
ran over to open the car door, saying, "Boss, your wife is in the office." Then he drove to
the garage. I didn't say anything, striding up the steps, my heart pounding: My wife never comes to the company,
what's she doing here today?
Opening the office door, my wife was indeed sitting at her desk, which showed signs of being disturbed. Of course, I wasn't
afraid; there was no evidence of me and Li Yan here. In this respect, I'm remarkably similar to my father.
We never leave any evidence in the office. It was only because Li Yan was with my father back then that my mother discovered
our affair. But now, Li Yan is in a certain county. How could she have found out about us?
It turns out that this past year, like my father, I rarely came home. My wife became suspicious and came specifically to
confront me. Of course, my lying skills are no less than my father's, and my wife is simple-minded and easily fooled. A few
words were enough to smooth things over. Just then, a phone call came in. It was Uncle Wang, but his first words
were, "Junchen, I'm the county magistrate of a certain county." I immediately understood that Uncle Wang was there to help me out, and I immediately
started chatting as if it were genuine. My wife believed me even more and stopped suspecting anything, telling me to come home for dinner that night.
That night, my wife turned off the lights, threw herself into my arms, and asked how long it had been since we'd made love. These past few days, I
'd been making love with Li Yan, and I'd honestly forgotten how long it had been. My wife didn't blame me. She knew I was very
busy with work. Finally, she smiled and said, "Honey, you haven't touched me for half a month, you know? I really wanted to today."
My wife is forty years old, two years younger than me. She's quite beautiful, but has fine crow's
feet. She has a round face, big eyes, delicate skin, a slightly plump body, somewhat thick legs, and a large
bottom—a mature woman's beauty. My wife's lovemaking is very different from Li Yan's. She's exceptionally wild, and her positions
are varied, creating a different kind of spectacle.
After a series of kisses and caresses as foreplay, my wife's lustful energy returned. She took my penis into her mouth, then
straddled me, placing her vaginal opening against my mouth—a typical 69 position. I didn't dare to be negligent, quickly sticking out
my tongue to lick it, my hands squeezing her large breasts. About ten minutes later, my wife got up, sat directly
on my penis, guided it into her vagina, and then touched her own breasts, moving them up and down, moaning and groaning
, completely absorbed in her own pleasure. Then she stuck out her big ass, wanting me to penetrate her from behind… She did this, changing
positions repeatedly, until she was about to climax, then she suddenly lay back on the bed, and the sex could proceed normally.
I was infected by my wife's lust, and I straddled her, thrusting hard. At this moment, my wife moaned, saying
things in her sleep: "Husband…fuck me…fuck me…ouch…my pussy…" I echoed back:
"Wife, wife, I'm fucking your pussy hard, I'm fucking your pussy hard, your pussy is so good." Several times I almost
blurted out "stepmother," but I managed to stop myself in time. Now, although I'm fucking
my wife, my mind is constantly on Li Yan, wondering if she's thinking of me tonight.
Today, I was truly exhausted. Two days' worth of work combined into one day, plus this continuous sex, I just couldn't take it anymore.
After ejaculating, I rolled over and fell asleep immediately. My wife looked at me, tenderly covered me with the blanket, and went to the living room to watch TV
. I don't even know when we went to bed. When I woke up, it was already six in the morning. We have
breakfast at seven o'clock sharp, prepared by two housekeepers in their fifties, so my family doesn't
get up before 6:50. In comparison, Li Yan has worked much harder.
I thought of Li Yan again, from how she looked when she first arrived at the company, to her bloodied face after causing a scene at the funeral,
to her dusty face selling lamb skewers in front of the school, to her joyful smile when she received the property certificate… Oh, a year ago,
I did something very cool:
early in the morning, I drove a brand-new BMW and parked it in front of Li Yan's dilapidated rented house, leaned against the car
door, smoked a cigarette, and stared intently at the broken wooden door.
With a "twist," the door opened. Li Yan was busy moving the stove to a small cart and didn't notice
me. Then, she led the child out and placed him in the cart. Just as she pushed the cart and looked up,
she saw me. She panicked, her eyes filled with unease, and instinctively took the child down and
hid him behind her back. At the same time, the child saw me, clinging tightly to his mother's leg, looking at me anxiously.
"Get in the car," I commanded sternly.
"No," Li Yan replied firmly, "Didn't we agree that you wouldn't
come looking for me after I left that city?"
"Get in the car," I commanded again sternly.
"No," I received the same firm reply from Li Yan.
"Get in the car, I have something to tell you," I softened my tone.
"Don't hurt my child." Seeing my softened tone, Li Yan began to speak in a more conciliatory manner.
"I won't hurt Junxiu." I deliberately mentioned the child's name.
Li Yan and Junxiu were visibly taken aback. How did I know the child's name? But just by calling out the child
's name, Li Yan's defenses completely crumbled. Since I knew the child's name, I probably knew many other
things as well. What I knew was unknown. Anyway, when I said "Junxiu,"
Li Yan led the child obediently into the car, but they sat in the back seat. I drove off. It was a BMW, and
the doors automatically locked as soon as the car started.
"Where are we going?" Li Yan asked anxiously.
"Where are we going?" Seeing that I didn't answer, Li Yan continued to ask. She asked many times, but I remained silent, my face
grim.
"Let us out, let us out..." Li Yan almost screamed, tearing at my shoulders, while
Junxiu also started crying.
"We're here." This was the first thing I said in the car, but I didn't unlock the doors.
Li Yan stopped screaming, and the child stopped crying. They looked out of the car and saw a new
residential building with seven entrances, the ground floor all garages. I picked up the remote and pressed a button; a roller shutter door slowly rose. I drove the car
into the garage, parked it, opened the door, and removed the key. Then, I took out a woman's handbag and said,
"Get out." Then I opened the car door. I only said two sentences in the car, just four words: "We're here,
" and "Get out." That was intimidation. Li Yan and her daughter got out of the car passively and walked out of
the garage with me. They didn't know what I was going to do; their eyes were still filled with panic.
I closed the garage door, opened the handbag, threw the remote and car keys into it, and
said, "Go upstairs." Li Yan understood that the handbag I was holding meant at least 10,000 yuan,
but she was puzzled. Why was a man in his forties carrying a woman's handbag, and not wearing it on his back, but
holding it in his hand? She didn't dare ask, watching as I pulled out a large bunch of keys, opened the security door of a building entrance, and
followed me upstairs, her expression blank, wondering what I was up to.
This apartment building was considered a luxury residence in the county, seven stories high, with only one apartment per floor, the door facing the stairs
. Reaching the third floor, I opened the door, turned around, and said, "Come in." From the moment I left the garage until I entered the apartment, I
used the same two sentences, four words: "Upstairs," and "Come in," my attitude extremely
domineering.
Li Yan entered the apartment, and a magnificent living room unfolded before her. She was somewhat dazzled; this living
room was much larger than the living room in her previous apartment. But she still didn't understand what I meant, and dared not look any further,
just staring at me, waiting for me to speak.
I closed the door, tossed the key into my backpack, and then handed the backpack to Li Yan, saying, "This is for
you."
"What do you mean?" Li Yan hesitated, looking at me uncertainly, not daring to take the bag.
"Okay, I'll tell you what I mean today." I bowed deeply to Li Yan. "Please allow
me to call you—Stepmother. Don't speak, just listen to me! This backpack contains
everything you own now. Take it, open it, and take things out one by one. I'll explain. Okay, don't speak,
just do as I say. Okay, this is the car keys and remote, the car and garage below, now this is yours.
Please continue taking things out, one by one. Okay, this is the property certificate, the property certificate for this house, please open it and
look. Yes, it's in your name. Don't speak, please continue taking things out. This is the car's paperwork, yes, it
's also in your name. Don't speak, keep taking things out. This is the household registration book, open it, it's your and Junxiu's household registration book."
"I..." Li Yan tried to interrupt.
"Don't talk, keep taking it." I interrupted her loudly. "This is a bank card. The PIN is written on this paper
. There's a million in it. I'll deposit ten thousand every month for you and Junxiu's spending money.
Don't talk, just listen to me. This house is already renovated, and there are a few
clothes for you and Junxiu in the closet, but I don't know if they'll fit. You can buy them yourself. Also, if there's
anything else missing in this house, you can buy that yourself. I'm telling you all this to tell you that this house is yours now."
"Stepmother, because Junxiu is my sister, I have to call you that. I know you're still young, and you might
get married someday. I don't care about your affairs. But I only ask one thing of you: take good care of my sister. That's all I have to
say. Stepmother, say whatever you want." After I finished speaking, I stood at the door, looking at the still dirty
Li Yan, waiting for her to speak.
Just now, Li Yan kept trying to interrupt, but I forcibly interrupted her. Now that I really wanted her to speak, she just
stammered, unable to utter a single word. She held the documents and keys, trembling, two streams of tears
flowing down her cheeks, leaving clean streaks where they touched.
"Stepmother, if you have nothing to say, I'm leaving," I said, turning and opening the door. As I reached the landing
, I heard the door open, followed by a piercing scream: "Junchen!" Then she broke down in tears
, unable to utter a complete sentence, only sobbing. I only said, "Go
back, we'll talk tomorrow," and hurried downstairs. Downstairs, I heard Junxiu call out from the window
, "Big brother..." before being drowned out by sobs. I waved goodbye and strode away without
looking back. Later, I learned that the mother and son had embraced and cried for a whole day and night.
"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" two nannies called from the dining room, interrupting my reverie once more. My wife
opened her eyes. She looked tired, having been up and down for over an hour last night. Still sleepy, she complained that time
had flown by. I quickly suppressed my smug smile, muttered a few complaints myself, got dressed, and went to the dining room.
My mother was already waiting there, followed by my two sisters-in-law. My two brothers had been out
gallivanting again last night and hadn't come for breakfast this morning.
Every mealtime, my mother would always grumble, "Look at us, look at us! There's never a meal with
everyone in our family. There's always someone missing. These past few days, it's just the women of us eating together..."
Not a single man. Oh, look at my memory, Junchen ate dinner at home last night, haha. And look at Junhua
and Jungang, unlike Junchen who's too busy with company affairs, they're idle all day,
neglecting everything at the company, spending all their time with those good-for-nothing friends, they don't even eat at home anymore, sigh…” Everyone was used to
it, no one responded to what Mother said, so they just let her talk.
After breakfast, I returned to my office and continued working on business. For over a year since my father's death, the company
's business had been doing well, operating normally, requiring little attention from me, which gave me the opportunity to meet Li Yan. I
think it must be fate. Thinking back on the past year, how I'd become
a prominent figure in the city, called a great philanthropist, all to help Li Yan donate to that primary school, I couldn't help but feel smug. These fools, who could know my
true intentions in donating to that primary school? Probably not even Mother knew. The most ridiculous thing is that
Li Yan, the woman my mother went to great lengths to drive away my father, is now her son's woman. I thought of Li Yan again.
It was September last year, the primary school was enrolling students. I asked Uncle Wang to handle the registration, and Junxiu was able to start school smoothly.
At that time, I genuinely wanted to help my younger sister and had no interest in Li Yan at all, because she was, after all, my father
's woman, my stepmother. But my sister started school, and Li Yan cooked a meal at home, inviting me over to celebrate, which
I had to do. On that day, I don't know if Li Yan did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she dressed very attractively.
That day, she wore a tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirt showed off her small waist perfectly
, and the jeans made her legs look so long. The most attractive thing was her buttocks, not too big or too small, encased in
the jeans, giving a plump feeling without being too big or greasy. They were even more attractive when shown off by her small waist and slender legs.
And her breasts, encased in the t-shirt, were also just the right size. Coupled with her pretty face and snow-white neck,
she evoked a sense of longing. That night, I returned to the company and couldn't sleep at all; that little bottom kept flashing before my eyes.
In the days that followed, I went every Sunday, ostensibly to see my sister, but really to see Li Yan. Every
Sunday, Li Yan wore a t-shirt and jeans. Later, I learned that Li Yan wore that outfit purely out of
politeness towards me, with no other intention. But because of her tight-fitting attire, I couldn't eat or sleep, and my
mind was constantly wandering.
Those few days, business kept me incredibly busy, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. Only after everything was settled did I remember that I
hadn't visited Li Yan that week. The violence at the funeral shrine terrified Junxiu. Although she missed me terribly, she
didn't dare call me, fearing that this hard-won home would be lost again due to the lawsuit.
That day, I don't know what happened, but I misread the date; it was clearly Monday, but I thought it was Sunday
. On Sunday mornings, I always go to Li Yan's place because Junxiu finishes his homework early on Saturdays, and
I take the two of them out to play on Sundays. But it's already noon, and I still don't know how Junxiu is complaining about me.
I'd better hurry over; maybe I can at least see Li Yan's chubby little bottom, hehe.
When I arrived at Li Yan's house, I was surprised to find that Li Yan wasn't wearing the outfit I had imagined, but a
white nightgown with orchid patterns, and Junxiu wasn't home either. Because I miss Li Yan every day, seeing her in her nightgown
gave me an even fresher feeling. Although the nightgown was a bit baggy, I could still see her slender figure, and
most importantly, she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts swaying inside. Could it be that Li Yan
dressed like this on purpose today? Could it be that she's trying to seduce me? I started having all sorts of fantasies again.
"Oh, it's Junchen. Come in and sit down," Li Yan said, opening the door, also surprised.
"Hmm, Stepmother, where's Junxiu?" I walked in, sat on the sofa, and
absentmindedly asked, my eyes darting to her trembling breasts.
"He's at school." Li Yan was surprised; why would I ask that?
"What kind of school on Sunday?" I was a little confused, guessing maybe some kind of tutoring class.
"Today is Monday," Li Yan said.
"Huh? I felt like it was Sunday." I realized then that Li Yan had no idea
I was there. She always wore pajamas when she was home alone; it seemed I had been presumptuous.
"You must have been busy with business and forgot," Li Yan said understandingly.
"Didn't Junxiu complain about me yesterday, Stepmother?" I asked.
"Of course he did! He cried, wanted to find his older brother, and said you didn't keep your word. He wanted to call but
was too scared. Hehe." Li Yan laughed.
Usually, when Li Yan and I talked, Junxiu was always around, so we had a lot to talk about. But today, by some twist of fate
, we were alone together, and the conversation just stalled. I couldn't think of anything to talk about, and neither could she
. We sat on the same sofa. Sometimes our eyes met, then we quickly looked away. I felt like I
had a lump of shit in my brain, making me anxious. I, who am usually so talkative, couldn't find a topic to talk about today. I really regretted
coming in and sitting down. Now I didn't know whether to sit or leave.
"Junchen," Li Yan seemed to have finally found a topic.
"Hmm." I looked up, boldly gazing at her beautiful face and her lovely eyes.
"Junchen, I know it's my fault, I've let your family down. But I really didn't expect you to be so generous,
repaying kindness with ingratitude, giving my daughter and me a place to stand. I really don't know what to say, I can only say thank you." As Li
Yan said this, tears streamed down her face.
"It's nothing, stepmother. Junxiu is my father's daughter after all." I finally found a topic to talk about.
"You don't know, do you? When I was little, my father wanted a daughter, but my mother gave birth to three brothers like us.
Fortunately, you fulfilled my father's wish while he was still alive. As his only daughter,
it's only right that I do this." After saying these words, I realized they were all nonsense and did nothing to stop Li Yan's crying.
On the contrary, she cried even harder and started sobbing. I regretted mentioning my father; she must have been thinking
about that moment in the funeral hall again. But I had no other topics to talk about.
"Junchen, I really don't know how to thank you for what we have today. Waaah..." After Li Yan finished speaking,
she covered her mouth with her delicate little hand, trying to keep her voice down.
I was moved by her sorrow: "Stepmother, stepmother, don't cry." I moved closer to her and gently
patted her shoulder a few times.
"Waaah..." Li Yan could no longer hold back her immense grief. She threw herself into my arms, her face pressed tightly against my
chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She began to sob as she recounted her story, "Junchen, I...I...I know
I'm sorry to your family. They've caused such a commotion because of me..." Li Yan started pouring out her heart. She had
been so depressed this past year; no one had talked to her. She needed to get all the grievances in her heart out. I
held her shoulders tightly, trembling with sobs, and listened attentively, letting her pour out her heart. Actually, I was in
the same boat. After my father passed away, the entire large company fell on my shoulders, and I had no one
to confide in. So I understood her. I let her talk; it would make her feel better if she could. After
about half an hour, Li Yan suddenly realized she had lost control. She stopped crying and loosened her grip. "I'm sorry, Junchen,
I lost control."
"No stepmother. Just tell me everything, or you'll feel terrible holding it in." I hugged her even tighter, showing no
intention of letting go.
Li Yan hugged my waist again, looking up
at me with a pitiful expression, her eyes still wet with tears.
I slowly lowered my head, saying, "Stepmother, I won't blame you." My lips slowly touched hers.
Li Yan quickly closed her eyes, her small, red lips moving slightly open. Our lips met,
our tongues swirling together, making soft, smacking sounds. My hand slowly rose, slipping under her armpits to encircle her
slender waist. She pulled her hand away from my waist and wrapped it around my neck, and we hugged even tighter.
My hand first caressed her back, then slowly touched her breasts, and then her buttocks, which I had longed for. Oh, her
skin was so smooth, her buttocks so soft.
"Junchen, don't do this." She didn't say anything when I touched her buttocks through her pajamas, but when I slipped
my hand inside her pajama bottoms and touched her buttocks directly, Li Yan finally voiced a small protest. But this was just verbal
protest; her body didn't move, only her arms tightened around me, as if afraid I'd run away. After saying that, her lips met mine again
. We kissed and caressed each other like that.
"Junchen, no!" When my hand slipped inside her pajama bottoms and touched her pubic hair, she protested again,
clamping her legs tightly together, preventing my hand from getting in. But she held me even tighter, and the kisses became more intense.
"Junchen, I'm a little dizzy, I want to go to bed and rest for a while." She finally submitted to my caresses, her face
showing an expression that seemed both painful and pleasurable, and she started moaning softly. I gently picked her up and
carried her to the bedroom. Then, I placed her on the bed and lay down on top of her. The kissing continued, the embracing continued
, the caressing continued. The only progress was that I pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, then kicked them off,
revealing her pale thighs.
"No...no...Junchen...no..."
She protested verbally as I pressed my hard penis against her vaginal opening, but her hands clung to it tightly, her little buttocks thrusting forward, welcoming this foreign
object. Finally, my penis began to enter. "Oh...Junchen...it hurts..." she seemed to be pleading. My penis
was halfway in. "Ouch...slower, Junchen..." she was still shouting. My penis was fully in. "Oh
...ouch...ouch...please...faster...move..." she was still shouting, but this time it was a heartfelt
response. To my surprise, I only thrust a few times before I reached orgasm. It seemed that after more than a year without sex
, she had finally gotten her wish, and I had finally possessed her.
After I ejaculated, my penis softened and slowly slid out of her vagina. Li Yan's fair face turned a bright
red like a peach blossom. She dared not look me in the eye, her eyes tightly closed, but her hands clung to me tightly. I felt
an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, gently kissing her from her forehead to her eyes, from her nose to her mouth, from her face to her ears.
Neither of us spoke; our hearts were filled with complex emotions, and neither of us knew what to say. It wasn't until I became erect again and
thrust inside her that Li Yan opened her eyes and looked at me, asking, "Wanting it again?" I nodded. She
hummed in agreement, her buttocks arching upwards to meet my penetration.
That night, I didn't leave; it was the first time I'd spent the night at Li Yan's house…
Suddenly, the phone rang abruptly, interrupting my reverie. It was Li Yan calling. It must be something urgent;
otherwise, she never called. I quickly picked up the phone and held it to my ear.
"Junchen." It was Li Yan. But her voice didn't sound anxious, and my heart calmed down slightly.
"Hmm." In the office, I try to speak concisely; it's my habit.
"Can you come over today? I have something to tell you."
"What is it? Can you tell me now?"
"No, I have to tell you in person."
"Okay, I'll come this afternoon."
Around 2 PM, I drove to Li Yan's house. This was the best time; Junxiu was at school,
so it was just the two of us. As soon as we entered, I hugged Li Yan, kissing and stroking her bottom. Li Yan was happy to see me too, tightly
hugging my neck and pressing her soft body against my chest. This was our happiest
moment.
"Junchen, I have good news for you." Li Yan was no longer the shy and reserved woman she was a year ago;
she spoke cheerfully and playfully.
"Oh, tell me quickly, stepmother." I loved her like this.
"I'm pregnant." She said this shyly, burying her face in my chest. "I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday."
"Ah!" This was like a bolt from the blue for me.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" Li Yan tilted her head and looked at me, looking incredibly cute.
Afterwards, we started discussing it. My suggestion was to abort the child. My reasoning was that if the child were born
, what would Junxiu call her? Sister? Or Aunt? But Li Yan insisted on giving birth. Her
reason was simple: she liked me and that's why she wanted to have the child for me. As for what the child would call Junxiu, Li Yan's solution
was simple: the child would take the mother's name and call Junxiu "sister." But the crucial problem was that one child
called me "big brother," and the other called me "dad." What to do? Li Yan's solution was even simpler:
"I don't care, I'm going to have this child." That day, we parted on bad terms.
"Uncle Wang." Now, whenever Li Yan and I can't resolve something, we always rely on Uncle Wang.
"Junchen, what's wrong? You look so worried." Uncle Wang noticed I had something on my mind, lit a cigarette, and asked.
"It's about Li Yan," I said.
"Tell me what happened." Uncle Wang was very confident now, having done so much for Li Yan
. He said with certainty,
"Li Yan is pregnant."
"Cough...cough...cough..." Uncle Wang had just taken a puff of his cigarette, but before he could even enjoy it, he coughed it all up
, looking quite choked. It took him a long time to ask, "Cough...with whom? Cough..."
"Uncle Wang, don't worry."
"Cough...I'm asking you, whose child is it?" Uncle Wang finally recovered and asked.
"Mine," I hesitated for a long time before whispering a single word.
"Cough...cough..." Uncle Wang choked again, pointing at me with his hand, unable to speak, seemingly
very angry.
The next day, I went to Uncle Wang's house; he had asked me to come. As soon as I entered, I saw Uncle Wang smoking
, and he seemed less angry. Aunt Wang was very hospitable, offering me a seat and pouring tea, keeping herself very busy.
"Junchen," Uncle Wang said with a dark face, "Yesterday, I was very angry and told your aunt about it
. Unexpectedly, your aunt was very understanding and spent the whole night trying to persuade me. I've come to my senses, and now I want to ask you what you
mean?"
Since Aunt Wang already knew about this, I didn't hide anything: "I wanted to abort the child, but Li Yan
insisted on giving birth."
"What nonsense! That's a life too. Why abort it? Do you think it's so easy for a woman to get pregnant?"
Aunt Wang said.
"But…" Uncle Wang and I said almost simultaneously.
"But what? A man should take responsibility for his actions." Aunt Wang said firmly. "Junchen,
I was worried back then too. Boss Lu is gone, and if Li Yan gets married, will she still care for Boss Lu's daughter
? When I heard you gave money to Li Yan, I was relieved. I told my husband, 'Just you wait and see,
Junchen and Li Yan…' My husband didn't believe me and even scolded me. And what happened? But Junchen, I understand
you and support you. If you hadn't done this, and Li Yan got married, your Lu family's assets would have flowed into someone else's
hands. Whether you'd treat Junxiu well then is another matter."
"But Aunt, Junxiu is my sister. What should this child call her?" I still had some doubts.
"Just call her 'sister,' what else can you call her? We're born of the same mother. She can just call you 'dad' later, that's fine."
"But Junxiu's name has the character 'Jun' in the middle, just like mine."
"Didn't you see the North Korean leader? His father is Kim Jong-il, and his son is Kim Jong-un. They both have the same
character in the middle, don't they?" Surprisingly, Aunt Wang's
reasoning was quite sound. "Oh, just say your opinion, stop rambling!" Uncle Wang was getting impatient.
"Fine, I'll say it. My idea is for Li Yan to give birth. I'll take
care of her during her postpartum period. Don't worry, Junchen, no one will know," Aunt Wang said firmly.
After ten months of pregnancy, Li Yan finally gave birth. Perhaps, because she was beautiful, she was destined to give birth to girls. She gave birth to
another daughter, this is my daughter with her. I went to the
delivery room on the day of the birth. I stood outside waiting the whole time. When I saw Li Yan being wheeled out, I rushed over, gently kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, stepmother
." Li Yan cried, tears of joy. She reached out and touched my face, nodding.
Aunt Wang, true to her word, also came. She smiled when she saw the baby in her swaddling clothes, a smile so tender and loving.
Then, she busied herself caring for Li Yan and her baby. Three days later, Li Yan was discharged from the hospital, and I drove her
home. Junxiu was also very happy to see the baby, frequently playing with her. The family was filled with joy.
"I'm telling you, Junchen, if you betray Li Yan, you'll be struck by lightning," Aunt Wang said, unlike
Uncle Wang who was careful with his words, speaking her mind directly and bluntly. While bathing my daughter, she said, "Li Yan
is absolutely a great contributor to the Lu family. Back then, Mr. Lu wanted a daughter, but Mrs. Lu gave birth to you three brothers.
When those three sons grew up and got married, Mr. Lu wanted a granddaughter, but none of your wives were worthy; they all
gave birth to three more sons. But Li Yan, without even a proper marriage, first gave Mr. Lu a daughter, and
now she's given him a granddaughter. Can you believe how great her contribution is? Junchen, go to the kitchen and turn off the stove."
Aunt Wang just loved to grumble. "Such a great contributor, and instead of being grateful, Old Mrs. Lu
beat him up, sued him, seized his house, and kicked him out, forcing the
Lu family's great contributor to sell lamb skewers for a living. Ugh, I was so angry when I heard that, I wanted to argue with her
. Luckily, Mr. Lu had good karma in his past life and has a good son like Junchen who took care of Li Yan, otherwise Li Yan and her mother would
have suffered terribly..."
Li Yan and I listened to Aunt Wang's grumbling in the bedroom and laughed happily. Li Yan gently rested her head
on my shoulder, her expression happy and content.
"Junchen, don't call me 'stepmother' anymore, okay?"
"Call me what?"
"Call me 'wife'."
"I'll call you stepmother wife," I joked.
"You're so naughty," Li Yan lightly hit me, "If you call me that, I'll call you son husband."
We both laughed and hugged each other tightly.
Hearing our laughter, Aunt Wang began another round of grumbling: "Look at them, they're a
match made in heaven! You can tell how happy they are just by their laughter. As the saying goes, good people are rewarded. Look at this child
, she's got the best in both parents, she'll grow up to be a little beauty. And look at Junxiu, he's got the best in both parents too…
Hey, Junchen, Liyan, hurry up and name this child! Your generation name should have the character
'Yu' in the middle, right? You must give the child a good name…
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