【Return】(13) 【Author: (sfl0) Dr. Buwen】

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********** 　　... A constant stream 　　of girls, some in flesh-colored stockings and high-heeled sandals, moved about, a sight that pleased onlookers. No wonder there are so many online reports 　　of principals groping students. 　　Suddenly, a beige figure appeared amidst the sea of light green uniforms—it was Xing Cui. Her chestnut-brown hair was 　　neatly combed and tied back. She wore a beige short dress, the neckline revealing only her collarbone, the hem extending past her knees, white high-heeled 　　sandals, and gold-rimmed glasses, giving her an elegant and dignified appearance. Where was there any trace of... Seductive. I waved slightly to her 　　, and she nodded gently in response. She looked beautiful and intelligent; if I hadn't already slept with her, I wouldn't have believed this 　　was that lewd aunt. 　　We passed through the school gate smoothly and walked along the tree-lined path. At first, there were many pedestrians around, and Xing Cui walked steadily 　　beside me, only slightly passing me, like a teacher with students. Gradually, the crowd 　　thinned, and she suddenly quickened her pace, walking ahead. Her posture became noticeably frivolous. Watching 　　her buttocks, covered in beige silk fabric, sway before my eyes, the skirt thin, I couldn't see the outline of her underwear—it must have been a thong. I felt a surge of 　　excitement. 　　We slowly walked to a small garden, and just as I was about to take advantage of the situation to touch her buttocks, two students, a boy and a girl, suddenly darted out from a corner, 　　looking flustered. Clearly, our two uninvited guests had startled a young couple. Xing Cui glanced 　　at the students who had run away, seemingly confirming they weren't her students, before continuing on her way with peace of mind. 　　"Won't middle school students be punished for dating?" I asked, somewhat curious. 　　"Dating is human nature, why punish them?" Xing Cui gave me a flirtatious glance, 　　and seeing my disbelief, continued, "Of course, we teachers can't encourage it either. If young people lose control and 　　make mistakes, it won't benefit anyone if things get out of hand. So we just scare them by saying they'll be punished, but actually, as long as 　　it's not excessive and doesn't affect their studies, we won't interfere..." 　　"Oh, Teacher Xing—" A shrill voice rang out, and a slightly plump middle-aged woman suddenly 　　appeared, speaking in a strange tone while looking me up and down. "And this handsome guy is?" 　　Xing Cui's past romantic escapades must have already become the subject of various anecdotes among the teachers. This teacher's expression clearly 　　indicated that she mistook me for another of her gigolos, but upon reflection, it seemed her assessment wasn't entirely wrong. 　　Xing Cui, however, remained quite calm. Besides her powerful family background, her teaching ability was indeed outstanding. According to 　　Yu Ting, she had been ranked first in the city and among the top five in the province for ten consecutive years. English was also one of the school's flagship subjects, so 　　her romantic affairs did not have a significant impact on her status. She didn't even look at this guy directly, just smiled and 　　nodded slightly, answering without replying. 　　The fat woman, however, did not intend to give up. She caught up in two steps, blocking our way like a wild boar, and exaggeratedly curled her lips, saying 　　, "Oh, Teacher Xing, tell me? Are you two good friends? Let me get to know you too." Only then 　　did I notice some stubble on her lip, obviously due to insufficient estrogen secretion. It seems the man at home is not up to par 　　! 　　The setting sun burned the western clouds into a fiery red. Such a beautiful scene should not be ruined by this "wild boar 　　." I immediately stepped forward, took Xing Cui's arm, and said loudly, "Hello, Teacher Xing is my aunt." 　　The "wild boar's" expression froze, and she began to scan our faces, as if making comparisons. Although Xing Cui and I 　　don't look alike, we are related by blood, and upon closer inspection, we can still see some similarities. After about 　　a minute, Wild Boar nodded, clearly believing him, and said with some disappointment, "Oh, you two, aunt and niece, really have a 　　good relationship, it looks like a sibling romance." He then snorted and turned to leave. 　　After walking a few more steps, I thought I should say a few words to comfort Xing Cui, so I quickly smiled and said, "Aunt, don't mind her 　　, that ugly woman is talking nonsense." 　　"Hehe!" Xing Cui chuckled lightly, "That old maid is just envious and jealous of me. It's been so many years, I'm 　　used to it, it doesn't matter anymore!" As she spoke, she rubbed her chest against my arm. Wow! She was wearing a half-cup bra, how 　　daring! 　　Behind the small garden appeared a three-story library, donated by some wealthy man from Hong Kong. 　　The name, a meter square, was written in regular script and inlaid in gold on the exterior wall. According to feng shui, this is called a "shrine for the living," 　　where the name plus the building's structure resembles an old-fashioned longevity tablet. It needs to be built near either the " 　　life gate" or the "death gate" of the eight astrological configurations: "life, rest, open, injury, block, view, death, and shock." Hospitals or schools are ideal choices, as this benefits society 　　and ensures the individual's long life. 　　Passing the library, there's a small hill, only about thirty meters high, covered in flowers, grass, and lush trees, with a 　　pavilion. I thought she was going to take me up the hill, and out of politeness, I reached out and put my hand on her slender waist. Xing Cui was 　　somewhat surprised, but quickly understood my intention, smiled gently at me, and said, "The multimedia classroom is 　　a bit further behind here. If we go up the hill, it'll be like before, scattering all the couples. I can't bear that!" 　　"I thought Auntie wanted to have some fun in the wild!" I said with a mischievous grin. 　　"Pah! You, a grown man, want to be my nephew that badly?" she said, secretly scratching my hand with her fingernail 　　. 　　"I love my aunt the most!" Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I gave her a quick slap on the buttocks, my fingertips intentionally or unintentionally 　　scraping her anus. 　　Xing Cui's body twitched, then she smiled seductively, "I almost forgot you like your aunt. You little pervert! 　　"

"You're more than just my aunt, you're also my mother, my wife, and, oh right, my mother-in-law!"
Xing Cui's face changed when she mentioned her mother-in-law, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes. She said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense.
If you do anything to my daughter, you're dead!"
I pouted, rolled my eyes, and laughed, "Auntie, I only love you, I have no interest in my sister
. Hahaha!"
Xing Cui's expression relaxed, she spat out a "pervert," but affectionately put her arm around me and led me into a gray-white
building. It was a new building. She said the first four floors were for humanities, including audiovisual classrooms, art studios
, and music rooms. These classrooms were only used during daytime classes. The floors above the fifth were various science laboratories
. Because the upper floors were connected to the adjacent teaching building by a skybridge, students were too lazy to walk
up the stairs, so the lower floors were naturally empty.
Walking side-by-side in the slightly dimly lit corridor, I felt a little restless. I pulled Xing Cui close, intending to kiss
her forcefully. She struggled slightly, then smiled and said, "Don't rush, there are security cameras in the corridor." Startled, I quickly released her.
She smiled sweetly and took my arm as we continued walking. At the end of the corridor, around a corner, we found a classroom tucked away in a dead-end corner—
a truly bizarre design. What if there was a fire or other danger? How would we escape? Ten meters beyond the railing, we could
see many students chatting or reading in the adjacent building.
Xing Cui took out her key and opened the door. The space was large, somewhat like an IMAX theater. She told me it was called a
lecture hall, with seats like small cubicles. I found it very novel and went to a seat to fiddle with the various devices
. Since there was no electricity, it was purely for fun.
"This is the latest audiovisual classroom. We can have classes, show movies... Isn't that fun?" Xing Cui smiled and
introduced the various functions of the classroom to me one by one, her face beaming with pride. Unfortunately, I hadn't even finished high school, so I
had no concept of these things. I just found them novel and didn't really experience the "high-tech" Xing Cui was talking about. As Xing Cui introduced the
classroom, she turned on the control switch. I started fiddling with the touchscreen on the table, but unfortunately, it was all educational software,
far from what she described as "fun."
What made me most uncomfortable was that there were three cameras here. What could they be used for? Was this slut really just inviting me here for
idle chatter? Fuck your mother! Hmm, no, her mother is my grandmother. This isn't good. But thinking about it carefully
, I've already slept with my own mother and aunt. Anyway, my grandmother is gone, so going after my nominal grandmother isn't entirely
wrong... Fuck your mother!
Just as I was lost in thought, Xing Cui suddenly cried out in pain. Looking up, I saw her behind the lectern, seemingly having twisted
her ankle, clutching her back and groaning. Then she vanished completely behind the lectern. I quickly ran down and
found Xing Cui lurking in the space under the lectern, grinning mischievously at me. Before I
could react, she had already grabbed my penis through my pants. This was novel; I'd never tried this kind of thing under a camera
before. Thinking I should dress youthfully for the campus, I'd specifically worn capri sweatpants. Under Xing Cui
's caresses, a small tent quickly formed in my crotch.
There were three cameras in the entire lecture hall: one in each of the last two corners, and the last one
above our heads, making the area behind the lectern a "dark spot." Coordinating with her hand, I began to thrust rhythmically
, my yang energy radiating with the heat. Xing Cui's breathing became heavier, her cheeks slightly flushed. I subconsciously glanced at
the two cameras behind us, then felt a chill—Xing Cui had pulled my pants down. Through her underwear, my right hand stroked
the barrel of the gun, my left hand caressed the ammunition magazine, and then her wet lips kissed the head of my penis, sending a shiver down my spine
. I dared not show it on my face, only coughing a few times to hide my discomfort.
A few minutes later, my penis was inside her. A video was playing on the big screen; several
blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners were having a casual conversation, probably using teaching materials. Having gotten used to
the broken English of Southeast Asia, I was a little unaccustomed to hearing authentic English. Xing Cui lifted her skirt and lay down
under the table like a dog, her buttocks raised high. Her thighs were already wet with vaginal secretions. I sat on the bench
, thrusting my hips, calmly watching the students' seats, imagining myself as a teacher giving a lesson,
with upright students in front of me and a moaning auntie beneath me. Hahaha!
"I...I can't take it anymore, I can't lie down anymore, I need to sit down." After three rounds of intercourse, she finally
couldn't hold on any longer. But how am I supposed to penetrate her if she sits down? Upside down? It wouldn't be difficult for me, but
the camera behind me would likely see my calves and feet. If it's just two people fiddling with the equipment and
playing videos, that's absolutely impossible.
While I was thinking, Xing Cui had already pulled away from my penis, turned around, pecked my
glans with her mouth, winked at me mischievously, and then patted the sofa chair. I didn't understand her meaning, and wrinkled
my nose, asking, "Auntie, weren't you going to sit down?"
"Duh! Just lie flat on the bench, isn't that enough?" Xing Cui playfully flicked my penis: "You're really
driven by lust!"
Yes, I'd overcomplicated something so simple. The bench was big enough for three adults to sit side-by-side. I
lay flat on it, leaving only my head and thighs exposed, my penis fully erect. Xing Cui tidied her hair and skirt
, slowly stood up, one hand on my thigh, the other holding my penis as she slowly sat down. A gush of vaginal fluid suddenly poured
onto my glans, making my lower body shudder, and my penis thrust even deeper.
Perhaps from kneeling and curling up under the table, she had expended a lot of energy; after sitting on me, Xing Cui's
body was somewhat limp, only able to hold onto the table for balance, unable to move further. Of course, I had to perform well, so
like an electric drill, I thrust at full power. Soon, her vagina contracted in waves, and she orgasmed again. Unfortunately,
I couldn't see her expression, only hear muffled groans from her nose. Being able to give a woman
pleasure on or beneath you gives a man immense satisfaction. This psychological satisfaction
can sometimes even surpass the pleasure of defeating a mortal enemy of the same sex.
After resting for a while, Xing Cui turned her head slightly and said to me, "Xiao Fei, you're amazing! I love you to death
!" She tried to kiss me, but I noticed she stopped after I mentioned the camera.
Suddenly, an even more drastic idea struck me, and I immediately asked, "Auntie, want to try what it feels like to be on a cloud
?"
"Huh?" She clearly didn't understand what I meant.
I laughed and said, "Then hold onto the table and sit tight, the plane's about to take off!" Then, I used my waist and legs to lift her body
up, supporting her on the bench with my hands, forming an arch shape, and then I thrust wildly. After a scream, she
felt like she was floating on a cloud, and then only moans remained.
A few minutes later, not only was I covered in secretions, but the bench was also soaked, with water dripping
onto the wooden floor. She made a few more wanton cries and then fell silent, only heavy breathing, which
was fortunately completely masked by the video's volume.
Suddenly, my heart tightened—someone was coming. I landed steadily, ready to pull out my treasure. Xing Cui, however, was unaware
of all this, as if she had suddenly fallen from the clouds to earth, somewhat at a loss, losing her balance and almost falling
over, exclaiming in panic, "What are you doing?" Before she finished speaking, the door opened.
Two people slowly walked in, and a middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! It's Teacher Xing!? Some teachers said
it was really noisy downstairs, and we saw there were no classes scheduled for us, so we thought some students were sneaking in to play, and that's why we came up to
check."
Xing Cui calmly straightened her clothes, deliberately crossed her legs, cleared her throat, and said, "Master Lu
, Master Cao, I have a class tomorrow morning, so I came over tonight to test the equipment. This time the presentation slides are especially large." When
she said the word "large," I deliberately nudged her, and her crossed legs felt really comfortable.
She grunted, pinched my thigh hard, and said in a rigid voice, "Masters
, why don't you just check the security camera footage? Why bother coming all this way to arrest me like a thief?"
Another middle-aged female voice said, "Oh dear, Ms. Xing, you don't know, we don't turn on the security cameras when there are no classes ." 　　The male voice added, "We're afraid the students will cause trouble and break these high-tech devices. Ms. Xing, please don't be
angry. 　　Um, um, just turn the volume down a bit, and we'll close the door when we're done. We're leaving now, goodbye! 　　" Perhaps because Xing Cui looked unwell, the two school workers were frightened. 　　Hearing the school workers slowly walk away, I felt a surge of joy and decided to play a trick on her. I channeled my inner energy to make my penis even bigger 　　, and the glans reached into her cervix. The unexpected attack caused Xing Cui's vagina to tighten completely, and a stream of hot saliva 　　flowed from her uterus, spraying onto my glans, making my spine feel smooth and comfortable. I gratefully absorbed and refined it through my inner energy. From the inside out, 　　Xing Cui was thoroughly aroused, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ouch!" 　　Hearing footsteps, the man turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Ms. Xing?" 　　Xing Cui straightened up, unable to speak for half a minute. I understood she was enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm; her vagina was 　　twitching slightly, the vaginal muscles gently caressing my penis, and fluids were flowing continuously inside, as if she were having a spa treatment. Fortunately, 　　the media control panel was very spacious, and the two school workers didn't even know I was there, so they didn't suspect anything. Xing 　　Cui recovered and immediately said, "N-nothing, my body just got stiff from sitting, and I had a little cramp, but I'm fine now." 　　She had already turned down the video volume as she spoke. 　　The school workers exchanged a few more polite words and left. Hearing the door close, I immediately laughed and said, "Auntie, if we'd 　　known there were no security cameras, we wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!" 　　Xing Cui pinched me hard again, raised her eyebrows, glared at me, and scolded in a low voice, "You little rascal, 　　didn't you know how dangerous that was!" As she spoke, she tried to get up, but because my penis was swollen and she couldn't pull it out, she 　　stumbled and sat back down. My penis was stuck at the cervix, and the pain made her shudder again. 　　I straightened up, held her waist, and said gently, "Auntie, what are you doing?" 　　"Locking the door!" She had been careless in her moment of passion. Actually, I heard the two of them had already 　　gone downstairs, so there was nothing wrong. I hugged her and said sweetly, "No, I'm almost there, I can't take it anymore! 　　" As I spoke, my penis trembled slightly inside her. Xing Cui was a little doubtful, but I didn't give her a chance to ask questions. I 　　stood up, lifted her onto the lectern, and began to thrust vigorously. After twenty or thirty thrusts, she had forgotten to 　　lock the door and was only focused on moaning. 　　After she came a second time, I lifted her up and placed her legs next to my ears, 　　the heels of her high-heeled sandals scraping against the back of my head. I bent down and kissed her, saying, "Dear aunt, I'm 　　coming soon, scream, I'll cum for you right away!" 　　Xing Cui was somewhat dazed, completely forgetting where she was, moaning, "... 　　Ah...ah...I, I'm coming again, my, my good...good nephew, hurry...hurry and cum for aunt! 　　" 　　I continued to whisper in her ear, "My dear aunt, give me a son!" As I spoke, I used my inner 　　strength to penetrate her entire brain, making her feel as if she had been brainwashed. I continued to thrust, our mons pubis colliding 　　with loud, wet sounds. 　　Xing Cui gazed at me with hazy eyes, moaning tenderly, "Good...good nephew, give...give it to your aunt 　　, aunt...aunt...aunt will give you a big...fat son!" 　　As she spoke, my glans broke through her cervix, and I ejaculated inside. Of course, what I released was real semen; 　　getting my aunt pregnant with my child was a remarkable achievement. 　　After the storm had passed, Xing Cui carefully cleaned up the stains left on the lectern, not letting me lift a finger 　　. Her former haughty, domineering princess demeanor was completely gone. While cleaning, she said 　　she'd take me to Binjiang Road for a late-night snack. Just as I was about to agree, my phone rang. It was Yu Ting calling. I quickly 　　answered and went to a corner. Xing Cui finished tidying up and stood quietly to the side, waiting for me to finish the phone call. She pouted and said, 　　"Sigh! The Empress is still the most important!" 　　"No way!" I wrapped my arm around her slender waist and smiled, "Auntie is the closest, cousin is second." 　　"Then why didn't you come with me to Binjiang Road for a late-night snack, and instead went wandering around Cotton Street with Yuting?" 　　I quickly apologized and comforted her, "Auntie, you're overthinking it. I haven't seen my cousin for a while, and besides, her 　　goddaughter is there. I could at least go pick them up; it would be too much to not do that. Besides, didn't you 　　say you wouldn't interfere?"

Xing Cui hugged me, stroking my chest, and said softly, "But now I'm a little reluctant to part with you."
"Didn't I save a bunch of my essence for you? You can savor it slowly, hehe!" I
laughed as I said this.
"You naughty boy!" Xing Cui whispered a kiss on my earlobe, then helped me straighten my clothes. "Go on
, go on, I still need to wash up. I really don't know what's the point of Cotton Street at this hour!" Suddenly she slapped my chest
and exclaimed, "Oh, I remember now, Third Brother used to live on Cotton Street. I guess he suddenly wants to go back and reminisce
about his old home! You'd better hurry over, lest my sister-in-law remembers how good Third Brother was and doesn't want you anymore!"
"Isn't that just what you want?" I pinched her butt.
"Fine! Then I want you to marry me!"
I wasn't about to take that bait; I didn't want to humiliate myself again. I immediately pouted and said, "Auntie's teasing me again!"
Just as I was about to turn and leave, she hugged me from behind and said softly, "Hey, I know I can't compare
to your cousin, but we're so close, maybe I can change her mind."
I didn't comment, just smiled. Seeing that I didn't believe her, Xing Cui turned to face me, puffed out her cheeks, and said, "Hmph
! There are some things you don't understand. Your cousin and I are much closer than you think. Hmm, you need to think about this carefully
..." She started talking to herself, and I didn't hear her clearly. Afraid that she would pester me further and I
wouldn't be able to get away, I quickly patted her bottom with a forced smile and hurried away from that classroom.
When I first heard Yu Ting ask me to pick her and Ting Ting up from Cotton Street, I completely forgot that it was
where my third uncle and his family used to live, and I hadn't been there for many years. When the phone rang, Yuting and her friend were taking a walk along the riverbank.
They suddenly remembered they wanted to go check on things, but the place was a bit far, and they couldn't find a ride home, so they called to ask me to come
and take them. Having just finished with my aunt, I didn't want to waste any more time and decided to take the opportunity to leave.
************
Cotton Street was still a narrow road; vehicles traveling in opposite directions had to carefully swerve to avoid each other. In many places
, there were motorcycles or tricycles, making my drive nerve-wracking. Most of the old buildings along the road were empty; I heard they were
about to be demolished, leaving only dilapidated restaurants and stubborn holdouts.
I parked the car in front of an abandoned factory and slowly followed my memory towards my third uncle's old house. It
had been years since I'd been there, and since it was night, my memory was a bit hazy. It took me a while to confirm which building it was. When I got downstairs
, I looked up and saw Tingting hugging Zhu Yuting and crying on the third-floor balcony, illuminated by the streetlights. What happened?
I hurried upstairs. The door had been removed, and I ran straight to the balcony.
Tingting, sobbing, pulled a handkerchief from her bag. It looked familiar; it seemed to be the handkerchief she always carried
—yellow with orange stripes and the character "Ting" on it. I wondered if her adoptive father had made it for her
. Tingting, completely oblivious to me, choked out, "Look at this handkerchief. Do you recognize it? My
dad found it with me when he picked me up."
Zhu Yuting took the handkerchief and examined it carefully under the streetlight. As she looked, her hands trembled. She looked up at
Tingting intently, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. What was going on? I quickly stepped forward and gently patted Zhu
Yuting's back, asking them what they were talking about.
The two women hugged each other and cried, remaining silent for a long time. I couldn't do anything but continue patting her back
. Looking at the yellow handkerchief in Zhu Yuting's hand, it seemed familiar. I vaguely remembered my adoptive father telling me why
he named her Tingting—it seemed to be because of this yellow handkerchief. One late night more than ten years ago, my adoptive father and Uncle
Er were unloading a shipment of contraband along the riverbank in a nearby city when they suddenly heard a child crying from the reeds. My adoptive father tentatively
shouted, and a dark figure took off running. The two went over and found a little girl sitting on the ground crying.
This girl is now Tingting. The little girl knew nothing about herself; she had forgotten her name, age
, and parents. The next day, they took her to the police station, lying that they had rescued a drowning child from the riverbank. Because they lived in another
city, and there was no internet at that time, the little girl became a non-existent person. My adoptive father decided to adopt her. Because
her yellow handkerchief had the character "Ting" on it, he named her Huang Tingting so that his family could find her. Damn
it, how is this related to Yuting?
Zhu Yuting sobbed and whispered, "This handkerchief was originally mine! This child just said she recognized
this street and this balcony, and even the streetlights were where she lived when she was little..."
What? My eyes widened, unable to believe what I was hearing. Could Huang Tingting be Xiaoyu? Is this a
Korean drama? How can anyone watch this melodramatic plot?! No, impossible! I have to stop the plot from going down this
cliché path. I immediately retorted, "Didn't you say you found Xiaoyu's body back then
? And they were even wearing the same clothes, what a coincidence! Right, the ages don't match either! Xiaoyu is
a few years younger than Tingting."
Zhu Yuting and Tingting both stopped crying, exchanged glances, and Zhu Yuting thought for a moment before continuing, "It
seems so, even their blood types are the same." She glanced at Tingting again; Yuting was always so indecisive
.
Tingting wiped away her tears and said, "How about we get a DNA test?"
She was surprisingly calm. According to the template of melodramatic TV dramas and novels, shouldn't someone with amnesia experience
a splitting headache before suddenly recalling something major, and then stubbornly refuse to say it? How could Tingting
just blurt it out like that? It's so illogical!
Because of business connections, Zhu Yuting quickly contacted the city's paternity testing center, which agreed to
have their samples collected that evening. I took them there. Still feeling uneasy, I decided
to go to my godfather's house. Before leaving, I sent him a long message, but he only replied when I was almost at his building,
with just two words: "Come on!
" My
godfather opened the door and nodded at me. I could see his brow was furrowed; it seemed Tingting's situation was causing him some
anxiety. We sat down on the sofa. Tea was already brewed. My godfather picked up the teacup and played with it in his palm. Although
there was air conditioning, the teacup was still quite hot to the touch—unlike him. Could there be
another secret about Tingting's parentage?
Just as I was about to ask, my godfather raised his hand: "Don't rush. Tingting's matter is easy to discuss, but there are more important things
. Let me sort out which one to talk about first."
I could only nod and wait quietly. My godfather put the teacup back on the coffee table, then quickly picked it up again, took
a small sip, shook his head, and finally spoke: "Let's talk about Tingting first. The other matter can't be rushed
."
I felt relieved and picked up the teacup to take a sip.
My godfather sighed and said, "Tingting's situation is truly a twist of fate, just as Master Ding said,
'Fate cannot be defied.' Saving her was purely accidental; I never expected her to be your cousin."
"Grandpa, how can you be sure Tingting is really my cousin?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.
My godfather downed his tea in one gulp before continuing, "Ah! Actually, I know that human trafficker. He
was originally traveling with me from Linjiang to Jinghan with a shipment of goods. I didn't know he was also doing this on the way. He brought
two young girls on board, saying they were his nieces. My friend and I disagreed, but he said having children on board would lessen
suspicion. I thought that made sense, and since he treated the two girls well, we agreed."
"Unexpectedly, that very night, we heard screams coming from his cabin. I rushed in and saw that bastard raping
one of the girls, while the other girl was tied to the bed and watching helplessly..."
"What?" I was furious and almost smashed my teacup on the floor.
My godfather was also furious: "I hate drug dealers more than anything in my life, and I despise human traffickers more than anything
. I never thought he was this kind of person. Me and Que Erduo killed him on the spot. I had just
loosened the ropes binding the little girl when she bit me. She rushed out like a madwoman and jumped directly into the river. The little
girl on the bed is now lifeless..."
My nose stung, and tears welled up in my eyes. I gritted my teeth and interrupted, "Tingting actually encountered
something like this?"
My godfather waved his hand: "It wasn't her. The one who jumped into the river was Tingting. Luckily, the boat had reached the shore, and I
went down to rescue her. " When we got up, she was already unconscious. We changed her into clean clothes and let her rest in a small cabin
. The other little girl was dead. That bastard deserves to die a hundred times over. To avoid trouble, we
gave Tingting's clothes to the little girl on the boat and then threw both bodies into the river. That night, Tingting
suddenly developed a fever. When she woke up the next day, she remembered nothing. We simply called the police and said we had found
a child who had fallen into the water and couldn't find her parents, so I adopted her. I naturally told her she was six
years old, but she was only three, though quite tall.”
“Since you changed her clothes, why didn't you throw the yellow handkerchief into the water too?”
“Sigh, she was clutching that handkerchief tightly, and I couldn't untie it no matter what I did, so I just let her be.
Sigh! It's truly karma, retribution is inevitable. I ruined Tingting's life for a little selfishness!” As he spoke, his adoptive father pressed
his forehead, and I could see that his eyes were a little wet.
"It's all the fault of human traffickers. Grandpa's actions were quite chivalrous. Who doesn't have selfish motives? If I didn't, I
wouldn't have come back to Linjiang. And you've taken such good care of Tingting all these years..."
Before I could finish speaking, my godfather waved his hand, stood up, and went straight into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out again
, his hair wet, clearly having washed his face. His expression had recovered, and he sat back down beside me,
speaking seriously: "Tell your aunt about this as I told you before. Don't let the child recall those painful
things again."
I nodded, poured my godfather some tea, and he took a sip before continuing: "Let me tell you
something else. After you finish, you can go back now. You'll definitely have a lot to talk about tonight. That Jin Changsong
is no simple man!"
"He's a high-ranking official?" I couldn't help but sit up straight.
"He's the deputy captain of the fire brigade, and that's only one aspect. His father is Jin Changshuo, who was
the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission of Linjiang before retirement and is now one of the major shareholders of Rongxing Group. This Deputy Captain Jin, who is very likely Mad Pig
, has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds—he's invincible!"
"No wonder Mad Pig rose to power so quickly, remaining unscathed in so many crackdowns on organized crime."
The godfather poured himself another cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, put the cup back on the coffee table, and said in a deep voice, "I just wanted you
to know how things are going. We'll figure out how to deal with it later. I'm not going to sit idly by. At
worst, we'll all go down together! The higher-ups are investigating so strictly now. Both father and son have political backgrounds; if they're found to
be involved in organized crime, they're doomed. Alright, you can go back now! I'm going to take a shower." With that, he got up and left the living room.
Back
at "Green Willow Villa," after parking the car and stepping into the elevator, I suddenly felt a bit hungry. I figured the two ladies
wouldn't be going to bed early tonight, so I decided to go out and buy some late-night snacks. Good food can heal wounds and soothe emotions; even if it doesn't, being full and
heartbroken is better than crying from hunger!
As I stepped outside, a large group of uncles and aunties, having just finished their square dancing, were standing in the middle of the road, happily discussing their
day's achievements. I quickly circled around to the small garden next to it. The sounds of cicadas and crickets echoed from the grass. After walking
a few steps, a security guard appeared at the end of the path.
It was pitch black, and this guy didn't even have a flashlight. If I didn't have excellent night vision,
I might have been startled. I thought maybe he was just there to relieve himself; after all, the security guard's restroom was near the guardhouse, and
it would be a hassle to go there after each patrol. I coughed twice to let him know someone was coming, but before I could even speak
, he stopped a distance away and saluted me. This guy has good eyesight!
We were walking towards each other, and when we were about two meters apart, I thought about greeting him with some
polite words like "Thank you for your hard work, sir," but he turned his head away, coughed twice, and we passed each other. In that instant, my heart
skipped a beat; it was such a strange feeling. Wait, his gait is so familiar; I must have been paying attention
.
"Hey, sir, can I ask you something?" I stopped and called out. I already remembered who he was.
The man coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, what is it?"
"Are the maintenance workers in our property management department still at work? My kitchen light is broken; could you take a look?"
I made up an excuse and turned to walk towards him.
He didn't even stop, continuing on his way, mumbling incoherently, "Well, I really don't
know. You'll have to ask the engineering department yourself!"
"Hey! What kind of attitude is that towards the client?" I deliberately questioned him rudely, pretending to be angry
as I walked towards him.
He suddenly bent over, groaning in pain, "Ouch, ouch, I'm sorry, sir, I suddenly have a stomachache.
Please ask the engineering department yourself. I'm so sorry!"
I couldn't really do anything to him with this tactic; I couldn't exactly kick him over, could I? If he wanted to keep pretending, there was nothing I could do
. I'd better go home first, so I could be prepared for whatever he might do. With that thought in mind, I continued
walking back with a clear conscience. After taking ten steps, out of curiosity, I looked back, and the path was completely empty. This guy
is amazing; he can disappear without a trace.
To prevent children and pets from trampling the flowerbeds, the path was flanked by fine bamboo fences
and waist-high shrubs. Even an expert like myself couldn't possibly slip past it
. Who on earth was this person? I immediately grabbed a handful of pebbles and leaped into the garden, but
there was no trace of him. I quickly climbed a large tree and continued searching. Damn it, the security guard's blue-gray uniform
was really hard to spot in the dark garden, and this guy was completely holding his breath. This was bad!
Oh well, accidental injury is fine. I channeled my inner strength and used a "flying petals" technique to scatter the pebbles.
A security guard's hat flew out, blocking several pebbles. Then a figure lunged at me with
tremendous force. I quickly leaned back and, circling the tree branch I had been perched on, kicked the person. The moment I kicked out, I
realized something was wrong. All that rushed at me was a security guard uniform. I flipped back onto the tree branch, plucked a twig, broke it into pieces, and
shot it towards the bush from which the uniform had come.
I couldn't give him time to react. I immediately swooped down like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. Damn it, nobody
was there! Was he even human? How could he be so fast that he could escape my sight and hearing? My heart suddenly tightened.
I rolled away like a lion to dodge a kick from behind. Just as I was about to get up, another whoosh of wind rose—a series of kicks! I
could only roll awkwardly on the ground, grabbing a stone and throwing it, before leaping behind a bush
.
A rustling sound rang out; he had hidden again. Ugh, he beat me up so badly and I didn't even see his shadow
. This is truly embarrassing. I had to fight back. Carefully observing the area ahead from within the bushes, I suddenly noticed
a different color peeking out from beneath a clump of evergreen plants on my left—it looked like the hem of a security guard's uniform. I
picked up two more pebbles from the ground. Wait, this might be another trap. I'll try a two-stone-one-bird strategy. I
launched two stones at the evergreen plant on the left and the low bush on the right.
Two soft thuds followed, clearly hitting something. It certainly wasn't stone or vegetation; with my finger strength,
being hit would likely result in a fracture, but he didn't utter a sound. What a tough guy! Was he hiding on the right or
the left? Should I take a gamble or wait patiently? Time ticked by. I'd been in a half-crouching
position for a long time; it was almost 11:30. If I didn't resolve this soon, Zhu Yuting would probably call, and that would be
a huge problem.
Looking around, I decided to take the initiative. I threw a larger stone at my shirt hanging from a branch.
With a soft thud, the shirt began to flutter and fall. I clutched a small handful of pebbles, dashed out of
the bushes where I was hiding, and lunged at the low bushes on the right, throwing pebbles at the evergreen bushes on the left—all within a
second. As my eyes moved past the bushes, I saw a dark figure crouching, arms retracting,
preparing to deliver a powerful punch.
He suddenly stood up, clad in a black bodysuit from head to toe, his face covered by a gray mask,
which startled me. My movements faltered; my right fist was a fraction too slow, and he dodged it with a twist. Before I even landed, I did a
side somersault, my right leg lashing out with a powerful back kick, striking his buttocks squarely. Wait, that buttocks were incredibly bouncy—it was a woman.
I steadied myself and examined him closely. Beneath the black bodysuit was a curvaceous, almost perfect
figure; this was definitely a woman, a woman among women. But the mask covering her face was truly unsettling.
It was a blank, dark gray face with only a row of small dots around the eyes,
unlike the masks seen in movies and TV shows that revealed the full outline of the eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul—yes, it's a cliché,
even elementary school students know it, but being able to observe an opponent's eyes in battle is crucial—she had become an unpredictable
adversary.
Just as I hesitated, she moved, suddenly turning her back to me. Was she going to run? I instinctively took a half-step forward with my left foot. Her
right leg swung back, causing my raised right foot to stop abruptly, and I nearly fell forward, losing my balance. Her upper
body leaned back, her head already hurtling towards me—so fast! I jerked my body to the left, dodging the attack, and
the instant my left hand touched the ground, I seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful kick to her waist. She deftly dodged it with a somersault.
I followed up with a flurry of punches… After dozens of rounds, the flowerbed was almost completely destroyed
, but the outcome remained uncertain. Several substantial exchanges confirmed that her internal strength was far inferior to mine, yet I struggled
to truly land a blow. She was like a snake, slippery and incredibly fast, often
unleashing unexpected attacks from unbelievable angles, forcing me to switch to defense and miss opportunities. Conversely, I was hit several times, but
thankfully, my thick skin prevented serious injury.
“You idiot, you dared to play that two of bamboo? Looking at Old Zhao's stance, he definitely wanted bamboo; all three other players
were holding back, only you had the guts.”
“I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to win too!”
The laughter of several security guards grew louder, likely from their night patrol.
I whispered to the woman in black, “There's no need to hurt innocents. Let's fight on the water tower; there's definitely
no one there.” The water tower was furthest from Building Seven, offering the highest safety. I gradually lost confidence in defeating her.
She didn't speak, only nodded. Hopefully, the sound she made earlier was a deliberate act; otherwise,
it would be quite a spoilsport.
This woman might be the most formidable opponent I've ever faced. If it were Master Ding, in a fair fight, I
certainly wouldn't stand a chance, but I might have a chance to ambush him. This woman is different; she's like a cotton
ball, I can't exert any force on her at all. Defeating her or capturing her alive is practically impossible. What's most frustrating is her unpredictable
movements and strange moves that always seem to counter me. Tonight, one wrong move and she might kill me.
On the water tower, we stood facing each other, having already exchanged more than ten blows. Her bizarre joint movements always
caught me off guard, and I almost got hit in vital points several times. Her lightness skill was extraordinary, almost
terrifying. I felt that even Master Ding might not be as graceful and agile as her. I climbed the water tower in three steps
, each step taking more than ten feet, very fast, just to give her a shock. Unexpectedly, she only
used the support once, and her whole body seemed to fly up. It felt like watching a Hollywood superhero
movie or a Hong Kong martial arts film. Who exactly was she? Was she Mad Pig's henchman, or did she
happen to have other business to attend to in this neighborhood?
"Not fighting anymore?" Her voice was so pleasant, slightly deep yet magnetic, almost hypnotic
.
I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Come on!"
She twisted her body slightly, sliding over like a snake, her strange movements making it difficult for me to predict her attack target
. I could only remain calm and adaptable, circulating my inner energy to fill my entire body. As she closed in, she threw a punch at my waist
. I quickly focused my energy in my dantian, preparing to use her fist to absorb the force and then deliver a heavy blow to her head. Suddenly, I
noticed a flash of light at her fingertips. No, those were silver needles used to break through my qi gate. This woman was ruthless. I forcefully circulated my internal energy,
leaning back to narrowly dodge her punch using a backflip. Unexpectedly, she could change her attack mid-air, her fist suddenly
slamming down on my knee, silver needles piercing several vital points. I immediately collapsed to the ground. Damn it, I can't
just die like this! There are so many things waiting for me.
Seeing me staring intently at her, the woman came to my side, placing her hands in front of her chest, left hand on top, right hand on the bottom,
making a Tai Chi gesture, then nodded at me. What's going on? Confused, I made the same
gesture, but with my hands in the opposite position.
She nodded and said, "I always thought you only knew a few basic moves, but I didn't expect we were from the same school. Don't worry
, I won't kill you." As she spoke, she struck my other leg, rendering me immobile. "But your woman is definitely
doomed..."
"She's my family, you can't do this!"
"Family isn't the same as schoolmates!" Her voice was pleasant, but devoid of any emotion, like a machine
.
"What would you do if I killed your mother?" I said bitterly.
Her eyes flickered, and she said calmly, "You? You can't even beat me, and you want to kill my mother? Are you
dreaming?" There was no hint of a smile in her tone.
"Who is your master?" I asked, seizing the opportunity, my right hand reaching into my pocket.
"Guess!"
Guess what? I changed the subject: "Why would you do this?"
"Some things are better known than unknown, so you... Ah! You!" As I spoke to her, I
secretly channeled my energy into my right hand. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I suddenly shot my phone at her. The distance was too close; even someone as quick
as her couldn't dodge. The phone struck her acupoint, causing her to gasp and collapse to the ground.
I still couldn't stand up. I slowly propped myself up and said to her, "Fellow disciple, how about
we leave it at that for now and fight another day?" As I spoke, I pressed several of her vital points.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the strength to move. I picked up my phone, intending to make a call, but found it was broken.
I groaned in frustration.
The woman chuckled, "Now neither of us can get down." Then she fell silent. What a strange
person—ruthless, naive, agile… truly like a killing machine. Wait, her lower abdomen was trembling slightly
; she was secretly regulating her breathing, trying to recover her strength and open her acupoints.
After she sat down, she was out of my reach, and I couldn't use the phone to attack her again. That could
cause her fatal injury, which violated the sect rules. I began to concentrate my energy. The previous fight had
depleted my internal energy, and the battle with Xing Cui in the classroom that evening had also released my true yang energy, leaving me
feeling somewhat exhausted.
I wasn't confident I could open the blood and qi in my legs before her; I had to use another method. Looking around, I suddenly
saw an alarm on the outer wall of Building No. 1 next to the water tower, about twenty meters away. There was no
other way. Even if she chose to disguise herself and sneak in, she definitely didn't want to cause a big scene. Mad Pig probably didn't
want to escalate things either, so he came up with a way to create an accident. Of course, these were just my guesses; I had to take the gamble
. I used the last bit of my inner strength to throw the phone.
Time seemed to freeze. The phone flew towards the alarm, and the slight movement of it startled the woman in black
. A glint flashed in the eye area of her mask, and her gloved fingers seemed to twitch, but
she couldn't stop the phone's trajectory.
With a "bang," sirens blared, followed by the chattering of security guards. The woman stood up
; she was indeed faster than me. Ignoring me, she pulled a black object from her belt, fiddled with it a couple of times
, and a rope shot out, flying directly towards the outside of the community wall. She secured the black object to a handle on the water tower,
leaped, and disappeared from sight. The small black object then detached itself and quickly slid over the wall
. Although she didn't say a single unnecessary word, I knew she would definitely reappear, very soon...

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