【Return】(12)

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Chapter Twelve: Past Events 　　Cat
and mouse is, in essence, a game. 99% of mice, regardless of size—as long as
the cat is an adult—are simply toyed with. Cats are perhaps one of the few animals that truly manipulate their prey; mice
are usually either scared to death or exhausted to death. The mouse's lightning-fast movements are repeatedly met with a swift, powerful paw strike from the cat's large
paw, followed by a few slaps that leave the mouse frozen in terror. The cat might then feign looking elsewhere
, giving the mouse an opening to run, only to be slammed down again just as it's about to escape the cat's grasp. Next,
the mouse might play dead, prompting the cat to scratch and claw at it until it tries to flee again… It's said that
cats can smell whether a mouse is truly dead, so it's all just a game. Suddenly discovering that Xing Guoqiang had a
secret I didn't know sparked immense interest: like a dead mouse lying nearby suddenly coming back to life, I,
the cat, suddenly felt the urge to hunt again. And then there's his glamorous, busty wife.
Usually, for a father to infuriate his daughter, there are only three possibilities: first, he abandons his wife and daughter—Xing
Guoqiang clearly hasn't done that; second, he's committed a heinous crime—Xing Guoqiang doesn't seem to have done robbery, rape, murder, or other such things
, at most he'd sing a little opera about "The Robbery of the Birthday Gifts" to vent his frustration; and finally, he's cheated. Could it be that he's
having an affair behind his wife's back? Children usually harbor resentment towards the parent who has an extramarital affair. This possibility
is quite high; wealthy, bloated businessmen often hire a bunch of young models and actresses for sex. These kinds of salon gatherings are popular among the wealthy in South Korea.
The lawyer was completely at a disadvantage in his divorce because he participated in this kind of group sex and
his mother filmed him… This matter is worth investigating further.
Back at Zhu Yuting's house, it was already past 10 pm. My curiosity was piqued, and I suddenly felt a surge of desire to have sex with
Yuting. Unexpectedly, when I entered, I saw her pitifully curled up on the sofa, the TV on but not
being watched, just scrolling through her iPad. I tiptoed over, bent down and kissed her cheek, calling out
, "Yuting, my wife!" She pecked my lips and softly replied, "Husband!"
Her eyes were a little red; what was wrong? I looked at the iPad; she was looking at
the old photos I had scanned for her last time: all of them were of Xiaoyu. Tingting is gone; why is she thinking about Xiaoyu again? Sigh!
"Do you think Huang Tingting looks like Xiaoyu?" Yuting suddenly asked.
"Huh? They don't look alike!"
"I think they look alike. Look at their eyes, their noses, even their smiles are exactly the same." As she spoke, she
gently stroked Xiaoyu's face on the tablet. A moment later, she pulled out a recent photo of Xiaoyu and Huang Tingting,
carefully comparing them.
I couldn't see any resemblance between the two girls at all. Aren't all pretty girls big-
eyed and have sweet smiles? My words were completely unconvincing, so I could only obediently accompany her as she looked at the photos and listened to her reminisce about 　　Xiaoyu 　　.
And so, the two of us snuggled together on the sofa and actually fell asleep.
********** ... 　　I didn't look directly at her, just instinctively tried to kiss her lips, but she deftly dodged me. I heard her 　　scolding voice again: "You stink! You didn't brush your teeth or shower last night. Go wash up now." 　　"No way! I want my wife to help me wash." 　　"At your age, who needs help showering?" Yu Ting pinched my arm. 　　"Wash with me!" 　　"Okay!" 　　Such a blissful answer made me open my eyes abruptly. "Wow!" A green face startled me, and my 　　previously hard penis softened. It turned out Yu Ting was applying a face mask; no wonder I smelled herbs earlier 　　. 　　"Your face is covered in seaweed, how am I supposed to wash?" I complained. 　　"It's okay," Yu Ting glanced at the clock on the wall, "Ten minutes left. Go brush your teeth and wash up first 　　, then I'll come in and scrub your back." She then forcefully pulled me up and pushed me into the bathroom. 　　After washing up, I felt completely refreshed. The sound of water coming from the sink outside indicated that Yuting had come to wash off 　　her face mask. I quickly composed myself and focused my energy; within seconds, my penis proudly stood erect. 　　The door opened, and Yuting walked in barefoot. She had this strange habit of never wearing slippers in the bathroom 　　, preferring to go barefoot. So, during the renovation, the bathroom was covered with double layers of blue anti-slip netting— 　　a detail that even my research-oriented uncle probably hadn't noticed. 　　Turning around, I noticed she was wearing a set of rose-colored erotic lingerie—a sheer silk fabric with daffodil-patterned 　　lace, the transparent straps crossing at the nape of her neck. The sexy lingerie accentuated her fair skin, making 　　her appear even more alluring. She glanced down and saw my erection, which swayed slightly in greeting 　　. Perhaps because it had been a while since we'd seen each other, Yuting seemed a little unfamiliar with it; her pretty face flushed instantly, and she lightly 　　peeked at her pink lower lip with her white teeth. 　　Although her face was flushed with shyness, as soon as she reached me, she grasped my penis and skillfully began to stroke it 　　, as if comforting a long-lost friend. Our lips met automatically, a passionate kiss after a long separation, each 　　greedily demanding more from the other, leaving her almost breathless. 　　I grabbed a handful of her breasts; because of the heart-shaped design of her bra, her breasts appeared 　　very full, heavy, and elastic. Although not as large as Yuan Min's, they were slightly upturned from my recent caresses 　　, even the daffodils on her bra couldn't hide them, making them quite adorable. My thumb circled and caressed her nipples 　　, while my other four fingers pinched and rubbed them. 　　Bending over, I touched her crotch, where her nipples were even more delicate, already soaked before they even touched water. I patted 　　her bottom, making her hold onto the support and stand properly, teasingly saying, "You said you'd scrub my back but you're lazy, your husband always scrubs your 　　back." My strong hands supported her rounded thighs. 　　Because of the height difference, I could only bend down with my waist and legs, while Yuting stood on tiptoe. Seeing her resting her head on her arms 　　with a look of ecstasy on her face, I couldn't help but want to tease her. I lifted the edge of her lace panties, and with a burst of 　　strength, I thrust my lower body in, reaching right up to her cervix.

Even her already moist vagina couldn't withstand the giant monster's fierce invasion. Yu Ting cried out "Ouch!" and rolled
her eyes. She was about to curse me when I pulled my penis out most of the way, causing her to convulse and sigh
, followed by another muffled groan. I seized the opportunity and thrust it back in hard... leaving her completely speechless
, only able to moan "Mmm... Ah... Eek... Ugh... Ah..." Soon, her legs
trembled, and her buttocks shook wildly.
The familiar writhing sensation began again inside her honeypot. I began to thrust rhythmically, but not all the way in,
deliberately lifting it slightly each time I pulled out. Yu Ting looked at me with a mournful expression, like a starving
infant. I smiled at her, deliberately oblivious to her charms, and continued my slow, unhurried thrusting. She finally
couldn't hold back any longer and began to speak: "Waaah...waaah...uh...husband, hurry, hurry, I'm so itchy! Hurry up
, please!"
"Coming! Beat the drums, bang the gong, push the cart to deliver goods..." On a whim, I
couldn't help but sing "The New Peddler," a song my father often sang when I was a child. My lower body didn't hold back either, increasing
the speed of my thrusts, and I forcefully lifted her lower body up, her feet suddenly leaving the ground, making her "whoosh,"
and then only her panting could be heard, gradually fading into silence, only heavy breathing.
After four rounds, she finally lost her strength. I slowly helped her up, letting her sit on the edge of the bathtub to rest
. She curled up in my arms, a happy smile on her face, kissing my chest while breathing softly.
After recovering, she bit her lip and said, "Husband is the best!" Then her face turned completely red.
"Gurgle..." Our stomachs both growled at the same time, and we couldn't help but smile at each other. Zhu Yuting patted my stomach
and said softly, "My dear husband, I'll go make you some food, but you have to carry me to the bedroom to get dressed first. I'm
completely exhausted."
"What clothes? It's so hot in this weather, it's the same even if I don't wear anything!" I laughed and pinched her nipple
.
"How can that be?"
"It's just the two of us at home, it'll be fine."
"What if Tingting comes back?"
"It'll be perfect, so we won't have to sneak around anymore. My cousin and her brother are dating, so what?" I
blurted out in my excitement.
Zhu Yuting was about to protest when I picked her up from behind, her legs spread wide, and held her in my arms like
a child being held to pee. She tried to struggle a few times, but then gave up, half-covering her face as I carried her out of the bathroom. When we got
to the living room, I suddenly noticed that the fish in the aquarium were all pressed against the glass wall, blowing bubbles, as if they were watching our
strange posture.
Looking at the lively and adorable fish, and the shy and affectionate Yu Ting in my arms, I couldn't help but ramble, "Flounders 　　, what is death to them? They'd rather be mandarin ducks than immortals." I wondered if I should carry Yu Ting to the balcony like this. The sliding door to the balcony was halfway open, and just as I was 　　feeling
smug 　　, 　　the main door opened 　　, leaving us neither in nor out 　　. A second 　　later , Huang Tingting appeared before us 　　, her expression as if she had seen 　　two prehistoric monsters. ********** ... 　　"Tingting, it's not what you think, godmother..." Surprisingly, it was Zhu Yuting who spoke first. I 　　'd always thought she lacked assertiveness and wasn't good with words. "...Actually, Xiaofei and I have been childhood sweethearts. Although 　　there's an age gap, we've always been very close... My husband and I have a distant relationship. At the funeral, I suddenly met this 　　cousin, and we suddenly rediscovered that old feeling. 　　Before we knew it, we were together." Huang Tingting listened expressionlessly, without saying a word. I knew perfectly well that we were having an affair 　　, and to her, Zhu Yuting's words were basically just a fabricated romance novel. Zhu Yuting, completely unaware, continued 　　, "We didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that my husband has only been gone for a few months, and some things... well, people 　　can be quite gossipy..." 　　Watching more urban romance dramas, Korean dramas, and reading online romance novels is quite helpful; Zhu 　　Yuting actually talked on and on for an hour and a half, almost entirely to herself. I only occasionally responded with "uh- 　　huh," "ah," or "oh." Huang Tingting basically didn't respond, just staring straight ahead with an unhappy expression, 　　occasionally turning her head to glare at me fiercely. Finally, she seemed to have gotten tired of listening, suddenly straightening up and 　　slamming her hand on the coffee table. Zhu Yuting and I were startled, our hearts skipping a beat. We involuntarily exchanged a glance and quickly looked 　　away. 　　Huang Tingting yawned, stretched, and said with a half-smile, "Godmother, I want to eat wontons. 　　Can you make some for me?" 　　Zhu Yuting was startled at first, almost unable to believe what she heard, then smiled, stood up, and said, " 　　Sure, sure! I'll go out and buy the ingredients right away. We'll have wontons for lunch." She then went inside to change her clothes. 　　Alone with Tingting, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. Her gaze felt like a therapy lamp, burning my face 　　, but I dared not turn to look at her. She ignored me, stood up, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and stared seriously 　　at the large fish tank. Zhu Yuting came out after changing, greeted us, and left. 　　As soon as the door closed, Huang Tingting's expression changed; it was the look of someone facing an enemy. I dared not look up again. 　　She downed the rest of the water in her glass in one gulp, cleared her throat, and said, "Brother, what's all that? You—" 　　"Well, well, actually, what she said wasn't entirely a lie. I've liked her since I was little, and she 　　likes me too…" I stammered. 　　"That's incest, isn't it?" Tingting said, staring at me with wide eyes, as if expecting 　　a lightning bolt to appear above my head or a huge exclamation mark to pop into my head. Unfortunately, my expression remained unchanged, as if she had just 　　casually told me, "Don't eat too much in the morning, be more careful in the future." She moved excitedly to sit down next to me.

She bit her lip and said, "Brother, I know you and Godmother aren't related by blood."
Hearing her tone soften considerably, I adjusted my posture and looked at her. She continued, "Brother, you know
I've always considered you my own brother!" I couldn't deny that; I considered her my own sister too, so I quickly
nodded.
She took my arm and said, "I've never had a mother since I was little, and Godmother and I clicked immediately. She treated me like
her own mother the moment we met, you know?"
"Yes, I can tell. She genuinely likes you." I finally found a chance to speak.
Could it be that she was going to let us go? That would be great.
"But, brother," she tightened her grip, pinching me, "if you saw your own brother and mother
naked, doing *that*, how would you feel? Have you considered my feelings? And, how can you do this to your third uncle? And what about your sister-in-law? She's been so good to you, how 　　could
you …" 　　Sister-in-law? My sister-in-law had hinted at this to me: "Once a woman gets sex and love, she'll give you everything 　　," but unfortunately—I couldn't say it out loud. As for my third uncle, I've overcome my inner demons and boldly said, "My 　　third uncle is a good man, that's true, but he's really not good to my aunt. First, he doesn't take care of the family at all, he's only home 　　for less than five days a month, and he doesn't care about your godmother at all. If giving money counts as taking care of the family, then 　　isn't your godmother just a housekeeper?" 　　Huang Tingting was somewhat surprised, her gaze no longer as righteous as before. She lowered her head and said softly, " 　　I've vaguely heard my godmother mention these things, my...her husband is indeed not very competent." 　　"That's right!" Taking advantage of her momentary loss of momentum, I quickly seized the opportunity: "And there are some things you're too 　　young to understand. Besides needing companionship daily, a woman also needs a man to 　　nourish her emotionally and physically. Only then will the flower of a woman bloom more and more brilliantly." 　　"You're talking nonsense!" Tingting shouted, her face flushed with laughter. 　　I knew she was embarrassed, but judging from her expression, she seemed to have accepted it, though some of her ideas were still hard to change 　　. But I wasn't in a hurry. My main focus now was Xing Cui; I could put Zhu Yuting on hold for now. It would also be a good opportunity for Huang 　　Tingting to brainwash Xiao Tingting. The "true love conquers all" trope is most effective on young girls. I immediately seized the opportunity, saying, "Tingting , 　　how about this? 　　You come back to live here, and I'll stay there. You can talk to your godmother more and see if what I'm doing is harming her." 　　Sure enough, her expression immediately relaxed. After Zhu Yuting returned, the two chatted and 　　laughed together again. After eating wontons, I said goodbye. Although Zhu Yuting was reluctant to leave, she had no choice. Before leaving, 　　while Huang Tingting was washing the dishes, I secretly told her to use this time to brainwash her goddaughter so we could be together 　　openly. She immediately went from 　　worried to happy. 　　********** ... Tingting's WeChat message 　　suddenly popped up. Apparently, her godfather had told her beforehand that Crazy Pig's real name might be Zhu Hao. She'd 　　forgotten about it in her anger; young girls are so easily swayed by emotions. Zhu Hao—the name sounded familiar, but 　　I couldn't quite place it. After saying that, Tingting ignored me. She still harbored resentment, 　　but I didn't have time to persuade her then; I'd just let things take their course. 　　The sun was exceptionally bright today; staying indoors all afternoon would be a waste of such a beautiful day. So, as soon as 　　I received Xing Yun's invitation, I went out. She said she wanted to apologize for her rudeness last night. I didn't care about 　　such a small matter and casually replied, "It's nothing." She immediately replied, "A new Cantonese restaurant opened in Jiuli Old Alley 　　, shall I treat you to dinner?!" 　　I felt a little embarrassed and quickly replied, "No need, it's nothing." " 　　So, brother, you won't accept my apology?!?!" Oh no, her ultimate move was at it again. 　　I really wanted to say "Please let me go," but I didn't dare. She might call me directly or even drive over 　　to confront me. This girl is quite stubborn. After thinking for a moment, I could only say that I was inviting her. 　　She immediately replied, "Okay, I'm shopping here right now. Come over and give me your opinion." 　　I fell for her trap again! 　　Of course, if I really didn't want to go, I could easily make up an excuse about working overtime. But Jiuli Old Alley is 　　the territory of a mad pig. As soon as I heard the name, I felt I could go and see what kind of trouble I could cause. 　　Jiuli Old Alley was originally the imperial residence of a high-ranking official during the Ming Dynasty, a large mansion with five courtyards. Later, when the Qing 　　army entered the pass, a military officer surnamed Zhu emerged in the area and declared himself emperor amidst the chaos. This 　　military officer, who left no trace in history books, did leave two things for the small riverside town: first, he built the prototype of the current Zheng Wharf, 　　and second, he expanded the five-courtyard mansion into a giant nine-courtyard residential complex. So this area was also called Jiuli 　　, because you had to walk nine stories inwards. Unfortunately, part of it was destroyed after the revolutionaries rose up, another 　　part was destroyed by the Japanese, and half was destroyed by the Red Guards, leaving basically nothing. In recent years, a decision was suddenly made to rebuild it. 　　Of course, a complete reconstruction was impossible, so a 　　commercial street with simulated ancient architecture was built based on the back alleys where merchants used to come and go. 　　It's quite a rare sight to see some second-tier international luxury brands being sold on antique shelves. 　　Xing Yun wasn't very interested in these; the luxury brands she wore were probably all bought directly from Europe. She mainly 　　looked at strange things, like little figures twisted from wire, buildings made from old cigarette boxes... 　　and then there was the eating, all sorts of snacks that had disappeared for many years. 　　The tallest building in Jiuli Old Alley was a three-story Buddhist pagoda, now restored from ruins. 　　Through the pagoda, you can see the Rongxing Building a few hundred meters away, a 49-story building. Floors 36 and above 　　house the Rongxing Group's offices, while the lower floors are rented high-end office space and upscale clubs. 　　"Come on, try their grilled tofu!" Seeing me a little distracted, Xing Yun handed me a small plate of grilled tofu 　　. The thick tofu, after being grilled on the iron rack, developed numerous air bubbles. The owner popped the bubbles, sprinkled it with salt, 　　and then rubbed it with chili powder. When the spiciness became somewhat pungent, the owner brushed on a layer of oil, added chili oil, and...

The seasonings included Sichuan peppercorn oil, scallions, and cilantro. It tasted really good!
Suddenly, Xing Yun exclaimed "Ah!" as if she had seen something strange, and a
piece of dried tofu fell to the ground. I turned around following her gaze and immediately saw a beautiful woman—to be precise, a beauty among beauties.
Her long, straight hair was dyed chestnut brown, and her face was heavily made up, but because of the exquisite makeup, she radiated a dazzling
aura. Every gesture she made exuded charm, making men want to jump into a trap even if they knew it was a trap. This was probably
the third time I had seen her in my life—her name was Zhou Xiaoli, my father's father Xing Li's current legal spouse.
I remember the first time she wore the most fashionable pink floral shirt, I thought she was my father's sister, so I called
her "Auntie," which unexpectedly caused the old man extreme displeasure; he didn't even acknowledge me when I called him "Grandpa
. " The second time was at a family dinner. She casually ate a few bites
, then stood up with an air of authority, saying, "Enjoy your meal," before gracefully leaving. Her rose-colored short skirt wafted a fragrant breeze, and her perfect ankles clad in white high
heels made her look like a Hong Kong movie star. Today was the third time. She wore a gold leopard-print sleeveless short dress
, the skirt divided into three sections: a black, vase-shaped section in the middle that extended past her knees, and two gold leopard-print sections on either side that ended
10cm above the knees. As she walked, her two long, snow-white legs peeked out from the sides of the black skirt, attracting
the attention of many passersby. Suddenly, I realized that the confidence and elegance on her face were somewhat similar to her mother's; truly befitting a powerful
female CEO. She was walking into a small coffee shop. After all, even the Forbidden City has a Starbucks, so people 　　are used to coffee shops
in ancient buildings .
Just as I was about to pretend to ask Xing Yun who this was, the coffee shop door opened again, and Zhou Xiaoli
walked out arm in arm with someone else. It turned out to be another beauty—a beauty in no way inferior to Zhou Xiaoli, with a figure
, looks, and temperament that were exceptional. But what was most striking was her strange white hair. Long and thick,
it definitely wasn't a wig, yet she looked about the same age as Zhou Xiaoli. Zhou Xiaoli was already forty-one,
but looked only around thirty, while this beauty appeared to be in her early thirties. Gradually, I noticed that their
eyebrows looked quite similar, like sisters.
Wait, I clearly remember Zhou Xiaoli is an only child; her father, Zhou Xiao, was the director of the Municipal People's Congress, but he passed away
more than ten years ago; her mother, Qin Ping, was a pharmacist at the Municipal Central Hospital. I hadn't heard of them having any other daughters! This must
be her cousin. It's a pity that because her father died early and her mother was just an ordinary doctor
, I haven't been able to investigate much. If I had known her family's beauty genes were so strong, I really should have investigated her other
family members more thoroughly. I wanted to continue admiring the Zhou family's beauties, but Xing Yun pulled me into a toy store nearby,
leaving me inwardly disappointed!
"Were those two women your bosses this afternoon?" I asked, feigning curiosity, during dinner
.
Xing Yun, who was eating a rice noodle roll, seemed flustered by my question. Seeing that I didn't seem to have any other intentions, she
swallowed her food, took a sip of soup, and cautiously said, "She's a relative of mine."
I smiled casually and asked, "I'm also related to you in some way, how come I've never seen her before?"
"Oh dear!" Xing Yun bit her lip, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it on my plate. "Eat your food, stop
asking questions!"
"The less you tell me, the more curious I become!" I said with a smile, taking a bite of the shrimp dumpling.
After taking another bite of the crab roe bun, Xing Yun whispered, "I wonder if your third aunt has told you that my grandma
is gone."
"Yes, I know. I heard she married a woman younger than your aunt. Ah! Could it be that one from earlier—
" Seeing that she was hesitant to get to the point, I took the initiative and shifted the focus to the real subject, "The one with chestnut hair
or the white-haired beauty?"
She pouted and nodded before saying, "So you've got your eye on a beauty. No wonder you kept asking!
"
"I was just saying it casually. I can't exactly ask you, 'Which of those two ugly women is your grandma?'"
Xing Yun smiled, a hint of allure in her eyes. I was somewhat attracted and momentarily stunned
. She handed me a crab roe bun, and only after I took a bite did she smile and say, "Okay, okay! You're right!"
I ate my crab roe bun and winked at her, making a face as if to say, "You were overthinking it all along. " Seeing that I didn't ask any more questions,
Xing Yun took the initiative to speak: "I don't recognize the one with white hair, but the one with chestnut hair is my grandfather's wife
."
That title was somewhat interesting, but I didn't interrupt her. Seeing my somewhat bewildered expression, Xing Yun explained
, "I don't call her 'Grandma.'" She paused again before continuing, "At first, my grandfather wanted my dad and the others to call her 'Mom
,' but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. You know, if I were suddenly asked to call a girl as old as Yingying 'Mom,' I would
n't be able to say it either. My grandfather got upset. Once during a meal, he slammed his hand on the table and said, 'Anyone who
doesn't call me that won't get a single penny from me!'" She mimicked the old man's angry expression as she spoke
.
"Everyone succumbed to money?" I could almost picture the Xing family children's greedy faces.
"No, that woman said to just call her 'Xiaoli,' and at the company, 'Assistant Zhou
,' and in front of outsiders, 'Aunt Li.' It wasn't that she wanted to elevate herself, but rather a matter of
respect for her father." Xing Yun said, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
"You remember that clearly!"
"No way!" Xing Yun blushed. "I was just a baby back then, okay? My mom told me all this
. She and this... well, her full name is Zhou Xiaoli, and she was my mom's classmate. My mom, how should I put it?
She was a little envious and jealous of her, you know!"
I just smiled and nodded, after all, given my current position, it wasn't appropriate to comment further. Xing Yun continued
, "My mom said that this woman made everyone stop disliking her with just a few words; she's really a formidable character. As
we grew up, we often called her 'Aunt Li.' The whole family is a bit chaotic, just like how you're my third aunt's
cousin, but I can call you 'brother.'"
"A little chaos is good, a little chaos is good. Actually, modern people don't need so many taboos," I said with a smile.
Xing Yun laughed along, unaware that I was implying something else entirely. Seeing her relaxed expression, I tentatively
asked, "Do you still remember your biological grandmother?"
"How could I? My parents had only been married a short time when she passed away!" Xing Yun said, pursing her lips.
"Oh, I see! My cousin never met your grandmother either. I heard she passed away in her forties..."
Xing Yun glanced around cautiously, lowering her voice to interrupt me, "This topic is taboo in our family
!"
"Oh, I was just being nosy. I heard some rumors before, not from my cousin, of course, but out
of curiosity." I quickly explained.
Xing Yun hesitated for a moment, then scooped a spoonful of soup from the winter melon soup, slowly drank it, and looked around before speaking
, "Don't believe those rumors. Actually, it's just that Grandpa's factory had problems back then. My grandpa used to be the factory
manager of a state-owned enterprise. In the early 1980s, he went into business and started a clothing factory, which you probably know. At that time, the factory had some problems, and Grandpa
often lost his temper. Once, my grandma argued with him and went to the riverbank to cry at night. As a result, she accidentally fell
in, and then... that happened."
"Is it that simple? The version I heard could definitely be made into a TV series." I deliberately paused and
put another piece of pork rib in my mouth.
The little girl was indeed aroused by the novelty and immediately asked, "What did you hear say? Did you
say that my grandma was scolded by my grandpa and ran away in a huff, and then jumped into the river herself?"
"Something like that, but the beginning of the story is much more complicated."
"There's a beginning? Wasn't it that the factory was poorly managed?" Xing Yun's eyes widened.
"I don't know if this is true or not, I just heard it from others. It's from a classmate of mine from vocational school. His
dad used to work at Rongxing Garment Factory..."
"Then tell me quickly!" Xingyun's expression was like that of a gossipy young girl. It seemed she
didn't have a deep affection for her grandfather and her grandmother whom she had never met; this matter was just something
to talk about at the dinner table for her.
A fortress is always breached from within. I decided to plant a discordant cog in Xing Guoqiang's house
; she might just become a bombshell someday. I lowered my head and began to tell the story with feigned mystery: "
Your grandfather's factory was actually doing very well back then. A key factor was a partner with a powerful background.
My classmate didn't know exactly who he was, only that he might be the son of some high-ranking official in the city. But this official's son
suddenly died. Apparently, he got drunk one night and caused trouble, and was accidentally beaten to death by some sanitation workers. It could have
been a pure accident, but this official didn't seem to think so, because your grandfather and this partner
had apparently had a business dispute before."
Xing Yun was completely engrossed, forgetting to eat, listening intently to my story. I drank some soup
before continuing: "After that, the factory started to face constant harassment from the city, and business became difficult.
In the end, it seems—well, I just heard that, I hope you don't mind!"
Xing Yun didn't mind at all, her eyes full of anticipation as she urged, "Tell me, tell me—"
I tried to be as serious as possible: "That official offered a life for a life, and then your grandfather forced your grandmother to…
…"
"Impossible!" Xing Yun suddenly raised her voice, then, realizing she had attracted attention, quickly
raised her hand in apology, then lowered her head and whispered, "This is absolutely impossible. My grandfather is strict
, but he's not that heartless. And it makes no sense at all! My grandfather might use
some tricks in business, but I don't think it's possible for him to kill someone."
I shrugged, feigning helplessness, and continued, "After all, it's just a rumor. It's said
that one of the sanitation workers who beat that son of a high-ranking official to death was related to your grandmother, so that high-ranking
official... "The blame was pushed onto your grandfather, but your grandfather thinks your grandmother should bear the responsibility. So..."
Before I could finish, Xing Yun had already put her chopsticks and spoon back on the table, staring at me with some dissatisfaction, and said seriously
, "How could you impose some hearsay stories on my grandfather? My grandfather might be a control
freak, with a serious paternalistic style, but he's definitely not that kind of petty person! I'm full, I have some things to do, I'll
be going now, bye!" After saying that, she got up and walked out, but when she reached the restaurant door, she suddenly turned back and glanced at me. I quickly waved to
her and covered my mouth, indicating that I had misspoke. She seemed to sigh, grinned at me, tilted her head, and then
walked out of the store.
I drove back to my place feeling somewhat lost and helpless, my mind filled with thoughts of my grandmother. What I've said so far
is all from what my father told me. That second-generation official was named Zhai Dawei,
the only son of the then-vice mayor Zhai Jiangshan, the only son in three generations. The two were partners, splitting the profits 50/50, which was
why Rongxing Garment Factory was able to thrive so quickly from its inception. Unfortunately, people are often only good at sharing hardship, not prosperity. Gradually,
disagreements arose regarding the distribution of profits—in my father's words, "unequal distribution of spoils." Unfortunately, my father, who was obsessed with art at the time
, had no interest in business and therefore had no memory of the arguments.
The sanitation worker connected to Zhai Dawei's death was actually not related to my grandmother at all. He had simply
collapsed near the garment factory, and my grandmother, out of kindness, took him to the hospital, leading to the misconception that they were related. No
matter the era, spoiled brats can't shake their arrogance and hubris. I can't know the specifics, but
the sanitation workers were ultimately only convicted of manslaughter in the provincial high court. However, Zhai Jiangshan didn't see it that way
. Perhaps he'd watched too many detective stories, because he forcibly connected unrelated people and events,
blaming the Xing family.
That old bastard Xing Li then shifted all the blame onto his grandmother. It seemed his grandmother had personally come to apologize.
That night, after returning home, the couple had a huge fight. His father and third uncle heard Xing Li shout
things like, "You might as well just die!" more than once, along with the sound of things being smashed. Then his grandmother went out crying
. Her children wanted to chase after her, but Xing Li stopped them. The only one brave enough to go was Xing Cui, but unfortunately,
she couldn't find where their grandmother had gone. Several days later, they received a call from the police informing them that their grandmother's body had been found floating in the river
.
Whether it was the vengeful spirit of Grandma or not, less than a month later, Zhai Jiangshan died of a sudden heart attack.
The once united Xing family was thrown into chaos. The father began to regret his cowardice that night and started
a self-deceptive, dreamlike existence. The third uncle threw himself into scientific research, and Xing Guoqiang hadn't returned
home for many years. The only one who still came home regularly was Xing Cui, who had chased after him against her father's wishes that night.
The turmoil didn't end there. Six months later, Zhou Xiaoli married into the Xing family, and Zhou Xiao
went from being the head of the Organization Department to the director of the People's Congress. The Zhou family quickly became Rongxing's new patron in the city, and the Zhou family's influence in politics and the Xing family's
influence in business were unparalleled in Linjiang. What role did the Zhou family play in the struggle between the Xing and Zhai families? This was a source of
great curiosity. My mother had investigated the incident carefully, but unfortunately, Zhou Xiao had passed away in the late 1990s
, leaving only Xing Li and Zhou Xiaoli as the two main parties involved. Therefore, Zhou Xiaoli was my target to conquer. Well,
and her beautiful older sister too, you could consider her an extra, hehe!
Because of the sudden appearance of a "mom," Dad had a big fight with Grandpa and ran away from home. He
traveled southwest, arriving in Yunnan, where he was suddenly captivated by the local exoticism and decided to pick up his paintbrush again. So,
Xing Bin changed his name to Lu Wen, wandering as a wandering painter through the ethnic minority villages of Xishuangbanna.
One sunny afternoon, Lu Wen, who was creating a leaf illustration, suddenly felt someone behind him
. Turning around, he saw a pair of beautiful, large eyes looking at him through the window. In that instant, Dad felt all the regret,
resentment, depression… and other gloom of the past years dissipate from those sunny eyes. Not only that, he described to me
that he felt his heart flutter for the first time towards a woman… He was about to invite her in when she ran away
, disappearing into a lush banana grove.
A few days later, those eyes reappeared by the window. Lu Wen invited her in, gave her cookies, and watched him sketch
landscapes. The girl remained silent, blinking her large eyes as she ate cookies and watched him paint. He didn't think much of it
, explaining his drawings to her as he painted. Occasionally, the girl would let out a bird-like laugh, like
a happy little bird. Each laugh made his heart pound.
After a while, the girl brought him some fresh fruits and vegetables, seemingly as a reward for the cookies. Actually, the
cookies weren't very tasty; Lu Wen himself ate half and threw the other half away, but the girl picked them up and ate them non-stop, like
a cute little squirrel. Between paintings, Lu Wen would occasionally tell the girl stories, discovering that she loved listening to them
. He would often tease her, piquing her curiosity, and then use the opportunity to ask her name. But whenever he asked
this question, the girl would laugh, shake her head, and run away.
Lu Wen tried to inquire about the girl, but unfortunately, no one in his village knew her background
, and almost no one had even seen her. Stories from *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* flashed through Lu Wen's mind—could those
tales of ghosts, foxes, and immortals be true? Upon reflection, the girl's beauty and demeanor were indeed otherworldly. Could it
be some kind of magical beast attracted by his paintings? He suddenly felt invigorated, shouldered his scroll, and took
a train to Kunming. Unfortunately, a month passed, and his paintings remained unsold; even giving them away for free was unsuccessful. When
he was penniless, he began to miss the capitalist family he had so vehemently denounced as "a capitalist family whose every pore exuded bloodlust."
Desperate, he had no choice but to ask his younger brother, Xing Guoyong, for help.
Although somewhat disappointed, he still longed to see the girl again. He thought of cookies—
he bought the most expensive kinds from the best department store in Kunming and brought them back to the village,
placing some on the table, windowsill, and even under the eaves. But the girl never appeared. Lu Wen began to suspect that the girl was just a hallucination he had while painting,
but the feeling was so real that he decided to preserve this "hallucination" or "memory" with his paintbrush. Gradually
, the room was filled with portraits of the girl.
One full moon night, silvery moonlight shone into the room through the window, and the girl reappeared. Actually, my father
never told me whether it was a full moon that night, or what color the moonlight was; I saw it in a painting
. In the painting, a half-naked girl leaned against a bamboo bed, her lower body wrapped in a colorful silk cloth, which was
spread out beside the bed, making her look like the peacock fairy from folk tales.
That night, my father had already fallen asleep, but suddenly woke up. By the moonlight, he saw the girl he had been dreaming of
, naked, embracing him. The two did not speak, driven entirely by instinct. My father was still a virgin, and everything seemed like a dream
. After it was over, the girl quickly left. My father drew the scene from memory,
hastily sketched with a pencil because of the time constraints, and then colored it with watercolors the next day. My father always said he wanted to paint it as an oil
painting, but unfortunately, he never did.
After that night of passion, the girl disappeared again, and my father, experiencing the first
stirrings of love, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. With his handsome looks and wealth, he began to indulge in sensual pleasures. As he slept with more women, he gradually remembered that
the girl from that night was a virgin. He felt he had to take responsibility for his actions, so he tried again to find the
mysterious girl. Several months later, he heard about the girl in a small village, but
was warned by a man of unknown ethnicity to stop causing trouble. My father, of course, wasn't so easily swayed.
He had barely uttered a few words when the man struck him, instantly paralyzing him and causing a splitting headache.
It was half a month later when he recovered and tried to search again, only to find that all the previous clues had vanished; the girl seemed to
have evaporated into thin air.
A year later, my father and I met for the first time. A middle-aged woman brought me there. My father said that
the moment he saw my face, he knew I was his son and accepted me without hesitation. Dad wanted to inquire about Mom
, but unfortunately, the woman couldn't speak Mandarin at all. He babbled on and on, completely wasting his breath
. From then on, my father and I lived together, and he "endured hardship" raising me, letting me grow up "happily
."
Mom was completely unaware of the painting's existence until she saw it in an inconspicuous art museum in Dehong
. After I told her it was Dad's painting, she started to drift off. Then I took her back to
the little house where we first lived. Every five minutes, she said she felt dizzy and wanted to go back to the hotel. Once in the room, she went...
She went to the bathroom, and almost two hours passed before I knocked on the door. She finally came out, saying she was a little sleepy and had fallen asleep. We went out to
a Dai restaurant, ate a simple meal, and when I returned, I was about to continue telling her stories from my childhood—something
she used to love to hear—but that evening she seemed uninterested. I thought she was tired, but as soon as we lay down, she started stroking
my genitals, and then it was ten rounds of passion…
Three days later, I learned the truth of what had happened. Looking back on my father's infatuation, or rather, his delusions, over twenty years, it
was truly both laughable and heartbreaking. My mother's family was originally a noble family among the Bai people of southern Yunnan, and the Dao family was mostly descended from Buddhist monks
. According to ancient tradition, girls in the clan could marry after turning sixteen, but before marriage, they needed to
be "blessed" by a Buddhist monk—that is, their virginity was broken, making them women. In modern civilized society, this might be seen as the monk
deceiving women or as the believers being ignorant, but in that isolated little village, it was a perfectly normal custom. But when
my mother was almost sixteen, this became a problem. Because her own father couldn't deflower her, she had to
find a man outside the clan to have sex with, but she couldn't reveal her identity. Afterwards, she could marry him, but she couldn't have any further
contact with the man who had deflowered her. So, although my father had the right to his first night, it was only once, and even then, just once. Afterwards
, he was always respectful to other women, daring not to overstep any boundaries. By chance, my father's virginity
worked its magic, and my mother got pregnant on the first try. She had no choice but to give birth to me, and after I was full-term, I was returned to the man.
When I asked my mother why she chose this Han Chinese painter—was it because he was handsome?—her answer left
me speechless, both amused and exasperated. According to custom, she had to travel north for three days before choosing a man. On the third day, she arrived
at the village where my father lived. Feeling quite hungry, she suddenly smelled a sweet aroma and followed it
, intending to ask for some biscuits. Just then, she was seen by someone painting inside the house…
This coincidence, however, was considered by my father to be one of the most wonderful and romantic experiences of his life, forever etched in
his heart. He even sometimes fantasized about being Dong Yong or the Cowherd, favored by a fairy, dreaming of one day
being taken to a secluded paradise… and so it went until his death.
Back at my lodgings, looking at the empty house, I recalled the joy I had shared with Xing Cui a few days ago, and
the lingering dream I had with Yu Ting that morning. Suddenly, I felt a pang of loneliness and longed for some sound. I turned on the television. The news was
reporting on a fire in a residential area, and a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, was being interviewed.
A thought suddenly struck me. I lowered the volume, pondered for a while,
and slowly connected the dots between Zhu Hao—the firefighter—Zhu Yuting's mistaken identity—Bayonet. Although there was no direct evidence, my intuition told
me something was amiss. I quickly sent a long WeChat message to my godfather. An hour later,
my godfather replied with a few words, "Feiming Fire Chief Investigator," and I understood that he wanted me to go to the city fire
department the next day as Yu Fei to investigate. I had been somewhat distracted because of many past events, but now I felt at ease
, sat cross-legged, and fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, I got up early and went to the city fire department, using my identity as the security training director of Huayou Hotel
. Anyway, I had business cards with both Xing Kun and Yu Fei identities. I told the guard that I hoped to organize a
short-term joint training activity with the fire department to improve the fire safety awareness of the hotel's service, security, and logistics personnel.
After the guard reported, a few minutes later, I was told to go to the third floor of the office building after entering the compound and find Section Chief Zhang in the publicity department
.
There was a bulletin board in front of the office building displaying a list of honors for various titles. I took the opportunity to look at it. There
were about thirty photos, some with overlapping content. Plus, photos can differ from real people, so it was quite a hassle
. Luckily, the courtyard was mostly deserted. After much effort and repeated comparisons, I finally found
the middle-aged man I'd seen that night. He had a decent appearance, with a certain air of heroism between his brows, unlike someone from the underworld. The person listed on the list should
also be an official, named Jin Changsong. I secretly took a picture of him with my phone and sent it to my godfather.
Going up to the second floor, I found the propaganda department. I discovered that Section Chief Zhang was just a deputy section chief. He had a broad nose and a large mouth, but unfortunately, his eyes
were small, and he had a large mole near his mouth—clearly a glutton. I tried to fabricate some nonsensical plans with him
, but he only offered polite platitudes. Since I wasn't genuinely interested in any joint training, I just went along with his
half-hearted, evasive answers. Deputy Section Chief Zhang kept trying to trick me into revealing his personal interests.
Normally, this kind of training could be done for 50,000 to 80,000 yuan, but this lowly section chief, still a deputy,
was demanding 500,000 yuan, even stating that 200,000 yuan of it was his, and he'd also give me 30,000 to 50,000 yuan for cigarettes and alcohol. Seeing he
wasn't hiding anything anymore, I could only lie and say the company's budget was only 30,000 yuan. His face changed, and he immediately opened
his office door, saying casually, "The fire brigade has a heavy training schedule lately, we really can't make arrangements," and then started to shoo
me away.
My task was complete, and I didn't bother arguing with him any further, so I just left. It was almost noon, so I found
a small restaurant and ate. I wanted to ask my godfather, but I'd just sent him a message, and asking immediately felt too nosy. Because
my godfather and I had agreed that unless it was something particularly important, he would contact me first. My godfather is very
cautious, and he changes his secret phone number frequently, so for many years, "Ghost Three" has
been like a ghost in Linjiang.
I pulled out my phone and started scrolling aimlessly, unsure what to do
. I watched a few office workers next to me playing some mobile game after dinner, and couldn't help but
feel a little envious. I'm really bad at games; I can't even keep up with those elementary school games like "Honor of Kings." A WeChat message popped up—"Little brother, are you free tonight?"
It's a Monday, a workday. Xing Cui wouldn't be free. I was bold enough to test the waters. She said tonight's evening self-study session
had been moved to the weekend, and she could show me around the school. There was a newly opened multimedia classroom that was particularly beautiful, and since I didn't have class tonight, we could go in and chat for a while. Interesting. I'll go back to my place and rest first, so I can 　　have a lively "chat"
with my aunt tonight.

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