[Urban] Jade Unicorn Legend: Mother and Daughter Hunters (Complete) - 1-3

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Chapter 01

"Ling, you must be so lonely down there all alone?" I stared blankly at my wife's photo on the wall, silently asking myself. The autumn rain outside the window continued to drizzle, and my heart was raining too, because my wife Ling, with whom I had shared over ten years of life, had left me forever in a car accident last week. Although Ling's funeral was a week ago, I still couldn't accept the fact that she was gone. I couldn't believe that Ling would so heartlessly leave me and our thirteen-year-old daughter Yingying behind. I couldn't believe it!

My name is Liu Yulin, I'm thirty-six years old, and I'm a math teacher at a high school in QH City. Ling's full name was Xu Shuling. She was a teacher at the same high school as me, but she taught English. Sixteen years ago, fresh out of teachers' college, I was assigned to a high school in QH City. My parents had already passed away, and I had no relatives to rely on. I came to QH City alone with just a bag, starting my new life. A year later, Ling, also single, was assigned to QH City High School, and coincidentally, we were assigned to the same class. That's how our connection began.

It's no exaggeration to say that I was immediately captivated by Ling's beauty the moment I saw her. Her oval face, arched eyebrows, large, bright eyes, delicate nose, and rosy lips were practically a carbon copy of my dream girl. Ling also loved to laugh, and her smile revealed two adorable dimples that were utterly mesmerizing. If Ling's beauty attracted me, then her gentleness completely won over my innocent heart. I was utterly captivated by her and couldn't help but pursue her relentlessly.

Ling was the undisputed number one beauty at QH City High School; even ranked within QH City, she would probably be in the top twenty. Therefore, she had countless suitors at the time. To be honest, among Ling's suitors at the time, I was just an insignificant nobody, with virtually no competitive edge. There were plenty of people richer, more powerful, and more handsome than me.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but I, in my ignorance and arrogance, actually won Ling's favor, and a year later we got married. This was big news at the time, shocking many onlookers, who couldn't understand why it was this penniless and powerless young man who won the heart of the beauty.

Frankly, even now I don't understand why Ling chose me. Looking back from today's market economy perspective, Ling certainly had better options, but she chose me, this poor guy. I still clearly remember that our wedding was held in a rented bungalow of less than ten square meters. Because the space was so small, we only invited four colleagues to our wedding banquet. That shabby scene is still vivid in my mind.

Ling and I lived in that small bungalow for six years, and I always felt incredibly guilty about it. But Ling would always comfort me, saying, "We already have a warm home, what more could you want? Although the conditions are a little tough right now, everything will get better. Why make yourself worry?"

Whenever Ling comforted me like this, I would always ask her the same question: "Ling, how did you end up with a poor guy like me?"

And every time Ling heard this question, it was as if she'd heard something very funny, and she would giggle and answer, "Hehe...because you're such a silly boy...and so adorably silly...hehe..."

This same conversation continued for over a decade, and each time it would trigger a fierce "fight," invariably ending with Ling's sweet pleading and my triumphant smugness. But now all of that is gone. Ling left alone, never to return.

"Ling, how could you be so heartless? You promised to grow old with me, how could you break your promise?" I closed my eyes in anguish, silently crying out in my heart, letting the tears of sorrow stream down my face.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, only when deeply hurt. In front of my daughter and colleagues, I am a strong man and a strong father, but now, alone facing my wife's photo, all pretense has been stripped away, leaving only a fragile middle-aged man licking his wounds alone, savoring the loneliness of losing his beloved.

"Knock, knock, knock." The sudden knocking startled me awake. I wiped the tears from my face and got up to open the door. The door opened, and standing before me was a still-attractive middle-aged woman, it turned out to be Sister Li Yumei, who lived across the hall from me.

Sister Yumei was the school's dean of students. She and her husband, Teacher Zhu, were like older brothers and sisters to Ling and me. They took great care of us ever since we came to the school, and they were even our wedding officiants. Sadly, good people don't live long. Teacher Zhu passed away suddenly from a heart attack two years ago, leaving Sister Yumei and her nineteen-year-old daughter to depend on each other.

I composed myself and said, "It's you, Big Sister. What's up?"

"You're asking me what's up? Look at the time! You..."

Sister Yumei's tone was like an older sister scolding a disobedient younger brother, full of heartfelt care and warmth: "It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. You must not have started cooking yet. I made some porridge. Would you like some?"

I was about to say, "I'm not hungry yet."

Sister Yumei seemed to read my mind and stopped me with her hand, saying, "I know what you want to say, and I know how much this has affected you. But even if you're heartbroken, you can't ruin your health. I think if Ah Ling knew you weren't taking care of yourself, she would be unhappy. Come on, have some."

"Thank you, Big Sister." I followed Sister Yumei to her house and saw that two sets of bowls and chopsticks were already set on the table, so I sat down without any hesitation. This wasn't my first time visiting her home. After we became neighbors with her, she and her husband often invited Ling and me to their house for meals, and Ling and I would also occasionally invite them over.

Speaking of my current one-bedroom apartment, although it was mainly because Ling and I were both recognized as outstanding young teachers in the city, and the school allocated it to us out of consideration, it probably wouldn't have been so easy to get it without Sister Yumei's help. Therefore, Ling and I are always very grateful to Sister Yumei.

"Yulin, wait a minute..." Sister Yumei suddenly stopped me when she saw me pick up my chopsticks. I looked up at her in surprise. Sister

Yumei smiled sweetly at me and said, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still crying? Go wash your face first."

I couldn't help but blush, and somewhat embarrassedly got up to wash my face in the bathroom. Although Sister Yumei is almost like my own sister, being pointed out like that by her still made me feel a little embarrassed. Perhaps it's some kind of pointless male pride.

Emerging from the bathroom, my face was still flushed, and I hesitated to meet Sister Yumei's gaze. "Sister, I..."

"No need to say anything, sit down and eat," Sister Yumei said gently. Her tone and manner gave me the illusion that Ling had been reborn. My eyes stung, and I quickly lowered my head to pick up some food. A silence fell over the living room. I ate absentmindedly, my mind filled with Ling's image and smile. I stood there, chopsticks in hand, unaware for a long time, until Sister Yumei's long sigh jolted me awake.

"Yulin, I understand how you feel. Two years ago, when your brother Zhu passed away, I was heartbroken too..."

Sister Yumei's eyes were also moist. She wiped them away and continued, "But as someone who's been through it, I still want to advise you: the dead cannot be brought back to life, but life must go on..."

"Sister, how could I not know? It's just that I still can't accept that Ah Ling is gone..." As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes again. Perhaps it was because I had unconsciously come to regard Sister Yu Mei as family, but I didn't deliberately hide my feelings from her.

"Cry it out, crying will make you feel better..." Sister Yu Mei stood up with tears in her eyes, walked to my side, hugged my head, and said gently. At that moment, I felt as if I had returned to my childhood. When I was a child, I would cry to my mother when I was wronged, and she would hug me gently like this.

Without realizing it, I buried my head in Sister Yu Mei's chest and cried like a child, as if I wanted the tears to wash away all the sadness in my heart. My hands were unconsciously wrapped around Sister Yu Mei's slender waist.

"Cry... cry out all your sadness..." Sister Yu Mei gently patted my back, her tears also falling continuously.

Like a child who has finally found their mother's embrace after countless hardships, I let out my emotions. Time seemed to stretch on forever. My tears finally dried, and my reason and senses gradually returned. The soft touch and the sweet fragrance made me realize that I was in intimate contact with Sister Yumei. My head was buried between her high breasts, and my hands were on her waist!

A strange feeling had just begun to rise in my heart when it was immediately suppressed by reason. I broke free from Sister Yumei's embrace and said somewhat shamefully, "Big Sister... thank you..."

"Why are you being so polite with your big sister?"

Sister Yumei said as she walked towards the bathroom. When she came out again, the tear stains on her face were gone, and she had a wet towel in her hand. "Here, wipe your face."

I silently took the towel and wiped my face. Seeing that Sister Yumei's expression was normal, my unease disappeared.

"How are you feeling? Feeling better after crying?" Sister Yumei asked softly, looking at me. I nodded silently, a little embarrassed, and said, "Sister, you must find it ridiculous that a grown man like me would cry so bitterly?"

"A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken. How could I laugh at you?"

Sister Yumei said quietly. "Crying isn't a woman's prerogative. Who says men can't shed tears? I used to think that 'men's tears are more moving than women's tears,' but seeing you cry so bitterly today, I understand the true meaning of that saying. You should know, I haven't cried in a long time. I've probably cried more today than I have in the past year. I think if Ah Ling could know this in the afterlife, she would be moved by your sincerity."

I nodded silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Sister Yumei changed the subject: "Yulin, has the driver who caused the accident been found?"

I shook my head, inwardly cursing the traffic police department for their incompetence. Several days had passed, and the driver who hit Ling in the busy city center still hadn't been found. I asked them if there were surveillance cameras at the intersection, and they told me the cameras there had been broken for a long time. It sounded like a fantasy, but that's reality.

Ling was at an intersection in a busy city center when she was walking towards the crosswalk. Suddenly, she saw a car recklessly run a red light and hit a little girl on the crosswalk. In a split second, Ling rushed forward and pushed the little girl out of the way, but she herself was hit and thrown into the air. The car fled the scene. Although a kind middle-aged woman immediately took Ling to the hospital, she ultimately succumbed to her injuries and died. I didn't even get to see her one last time.

Afterwards, although I made inquiries from various sources, I was unable to find the little girl who was rescued or the kind person who took Ling to the hospital. The traffic police even claimed that they could not find any witnesses. Pshaw! Speaking of which, the kind person who took Ling to the hospital was quite rare. She even paid a deposit of 10,000 yuan for Ling.

"Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished,"

Sister Yumei comforted me. "Those who do evil will eventually face retribution."

"Retribution?"

I shook my head with a cold laugh. "Sister, it's the 21st century now. Do you still believe in karma? If it were really 'good deeds are rewarded, and evil deeds are punished,' then Brother Zhu and A-Ling wouldn't have left us. They should be living to a ripe old age." I paused slightly, then continued, "I won't let A-Ling leave like this without knowing why. I will definitely find the perpetrator and make him receive the retribution he deserves."

Sister Yumei was startled. "Yulin, don't do anything reckless. What will Yingying do if something happens to you?"

Seeing the worried look on Sister Yumei's face, my heart warmed. "Sister, you're overthinking it. Why would I do anything reckless?"

“You…” Sister Yumei sighed, “Don’t I know your temper? Once you’ve made up your mind, I doubt anyone can change it. I won’t stop you, I just hope you think things through before acting, and don’t do anything rash.”

I nodded silently. Seeing that I agreed, Sister Yumei’s expression relaxed considerably: “Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s eat. The porridge is getting cold, do you want me to heat it up?”

“No need, porridge tastes better when it’s cold.” I composed myself and focused on eating.

After Sister Yumei’s comforting words, I felt much better, and my thoughts became clearer. Thinking back, I don’t know how I got through the ten days or so after Ling’s accident. I was in a daze, like a walking corpse. It was probably the darkest period of my life, and Sister Yumei was like a beacon in the darkness, leading me out of it with her gentleness and love.

I don't know how to express my gratitude, but one thing is certain: in my heart, Sister Yumei has become my most important family member—besides my daughter Yingying.

"Pah, what the hell is this?" As I walked out of the traffic police station, I couldn't help but spit on the ground in anger.

This was the tenth time I'd walked through that door, but the investigation into the car accident was still stalled, and I still hadn't gotten the answers I wanted. The guy who received me was all talk and no action; whenever it came to specific questions, he'd use "we're still investigating" as an excuse. It was infuriating! I thought if I had an AK-47, I would have blown his pig's head off without hesitation.

These hypocritical bastards, all they can do is fool ordinary people like us. If it hadn't been Ling who died in the accident, but some leader's distant relative, these bastards would have been rushing off to arrest the driver, instead of sitting here leisurely spouting nonsense! Pah!

Walking dejectedly down the bustling street, watching people rushing home after work, a pang of sorrow gripped my heart. Just over ten days ago, I was like them, hurrying home every day after work to find a haven for my weary body and soul. But now everything had changed. The once incredibly warm word "home" now only evoked painful memories, offering no comfort whatsoever. Death had not only taken Ling but also the laughter and vitality of this family.

I wandered the streets like a zombie, unaware of when darkness fell, until a familiar feeling washed over me, and I suddenly realized I had unknowingly returned to the school gates.

I shook my head with a bitter smile, not entering the campus, but instead turning and heading towards a bar called "Drunken Dream" not far away. Although I'm not a heavy drinker, at that moment I needed alcohol to numb my senses, to forget all my troubles and pain in a drunken stupor.

"Welcome to 'Drunken Dream' Bar. Are you alone, sir, or...?" A pretty waitress led me to a window seat, asking with a professional smile.

"One, three draft beers," I replied impatiently, not even bothering to say another word.

"Please wait a moment." The waitress left with a professional smile, clearly not the first time she'd encountered a customer like me.

While she went to get my drinks, I glanced around the bar: a narrow aisle divided it into two sections, each with seven or eight long tables. Although the bar wasn't large, it didn't feel cramped.

It seemed this wasn't the bar's busiest time; besides me, there were only two other groups of five customers, and the waitress who had just served me was the only one there.

"Sir, thank you for your patience." The waitress quickly brought over the three mugs of draft beer I ordered. I waved her over, indicating she didn't need to worry about me. She gave me a deep look before attending to other customers. I picked up my mug, tilted my head back, and took a large gulp. A strong, sour taste, like pig trough water, assaulted my senses, and I almost vomited.

To be honest, I'm not a good drinker and rarely drink. If I do drink, it's only occasionally a little bit of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). I never drink beer because I can't stand its sour taste; it tastes like pig trough water.

Glass after glass of beer went down my throat, and my senses and thoughts gradually dulled. The surrounding noise faded away, and I felt as if I were sitting alone in a deserted wilderness, savoring the bitterness and loneliness. My eyes could see nothing but the beer glass in front of me. Gradually, my mind went blank. Like a puppet, I mechanically raised my glass, drank, put it down, raised it again, drank again, put it down again, in a never-ending cycle, my senses growing increasingly blurred… “Sir, wake up.” I don’t know how much time had passed, but I felt someone shaking me. I slowly opened my drowsy eyes, and the blurry figure in front of me gradually became clearer. Oh, I remembered, it was that pretty waitress: “Miss…wh…what…is…it…?” My tongue started to tie itself in knots, my mind still a blur, unable to recall what had just happened.

“Sir, it’s late now, we have to close.” The waitress’s words cleared my head slightly. I patted my face, trying to wake myself up.

After a while, I finally understood what had happened. It turned out I had fallen asleep on the table while drinking, and now I was the only customer left in the bar.

"They're all...gone...ah...uh...uh...uh..." I hiccuped three times in a row, my tongue still not quite obeying my commands: "Check...check...how...how...is...it...all...?"

"Draft beer is five yuan a glass, that's fifteen yuan in total." The waitress paused after announcing the price, then continued, "Sir, you seem a bit drunk. Why don't you tell me your home phone number, and I'll call your family to pick you up?"

"I...I...am not...drunk...I...am...very...sober..." I struggled to stand up, and groggily pulled what looked like a twenty-yuan note from my shirt pocket, handing it to the waitress, saying, "Fifteen...right...this is...twenty...keep the change...I'm...leaving..." I staggered towards the door, humming an off-key tune: "Drawing...a knife...to cut...water...the water...flows...more...I borrow...wine...to drown...sorrow...sorrow...more...sorrow...ah..."

"Sir..." The waitress stared blankly as I left the room, then suddenly chased after me. I managed to stop and turned around to ask, "Miss...uh...is there...anything...why...that...I...tip...too little?"

"No, I just think you're really quite drunk. I should let me call your family to come and take you home. It's really dangerous for you to be like this." The waitress meant well, but the word "family" was like rubbing salt in the wound. I felt a pang in my heart and said irritably, "I...don't need...your concern...I...already...told...you...I'm not drunk...why...are...you...still...so...annoying..." After saying that, I ignored the waitress and stumbled towards the school gate.

"Ouch...damn it...who...put...such a big...rock...in...the middle of the road..." I cursed as I got up from the ground. Although the bar was only 300 meters from the school gate, I felt like a toddler learning to walk, tripping and falling every few steps. My senses were completely dulled; I felt no pain at all.

"Yesterday...like...the flowing water...gone...far away from me...unable to...stay...today...disturbing my heart...so many worries..." I staggered along the school's large playground towards the teachers' dormitory, humming a song with self-satisfaction, as if I were a superstar. The bustling school during the day returned to tranquility at night, the entire school almost entirely shrouded in darkness, with only a few rooms in the teachers' dormitory still emitting faint lights.

"From the beginning...only...newcomers...laugh...who...hears...the old...cry..." I had hummed "New Butterfly Lovers' Dream" over and over again, and finally, I staggered to the teachers' dormitory. Although my mind wasn't entirely clear, I instinctively stopped 'singing' as I approached the dormitory building; otherwise, 'no one would sleep tonight.'

'Yu Lin, is that you?' Just as I was stumbling up the stairs, a familiar voice rang in my ears, and the lights in the hallway came on. The sudden brightness blinded me, and I felt someone reach out and support my arm, while the voice said, 'Yu Lin, have you been drinking?'

'Ah…yes…Big Sister…' My eyes finally adjusted to the light, and I recognized the person supporting me as Sister Yu Mei. At this point, my mind was incredibly sluggish. I didn't even think about why Sister Yumei was there. Instead, I stupidly asked, "Big sister...it's so...late...what are you...doing...here..."

"You know it's late? You went out drinking alone without a word, came back drunk, and you're asking me?" Sister Yumei's voice sounded angry. I was about to speak when I felt the alcohol rising in my head, and I involuntarily hiccuped. Then my mind went blank, and I slumped to the side. I vaguely heard Sister Yumei calling my name: "Yulin...Yulin..."

I don't remember what happened next, but I vaguely remember vomiting. Then I had a dream, a very beautiful dream. I dreamt that Ling came back! Although Ling had only been gone for a little over ten days, when I saw her again, I felt like I was in another world. Ling seemed to have changed, and was different from before. But one thing about Ling hadn't changed: she was still as gentle as ever.

I can't remember exactly what happened, only that Ling wanted to leave, and I cried as I held her, begging her not to go, pouring out my love to her. In the end, Ling stayed. What a beautiful dream! I really wished this dream could last forever, never to end…

But dreams must eventually end. When the harsh sunlight shone on my face, I finally woke up from my hangover. Although my head was a little throbbing, last night's dream was still vividly etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, savoring the beautiful dream, and unconsciously tightened my arms, as if trying to hold onto Ling tightly in the dream, not letting her leave.

It was just a subconscious hug, but I didn't expect that this hug would have such an effect. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, I sat up abruptly, throwing the blanket aside—there really was someone under the blanket, and it was a woman, but it wasn't Ling from the dream; it was Sister Yumei.

My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode. I looked down at myself and realized I was still wearing shorts. My heart, which had been pounding in my throat, eased slightly. Looking at Sister Yumei again, I saw that although she was wearing a white nightgown, the buttons were undone, revealing her two full, firm breasts almost completely exposed. The two purplish-red nipples looked incredibly tempting, making me want to pounce and take a bite.

I couldn't believe that Sister Yumei, at forty-one years old, still maintained such a good figure. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her curves were alluring. I felt a surge of heat rush down to my lower abdomen. I didn't even need to look to know that I was definitely aroused. Men naturally have morning erections, and with such intense sensory stimulation, it would be strange if I didn't get an erection, unless I was impotent.

Desire flashed through my mind, but reason immediately prevailed. I raised my right hand and slapped myself hard, then forced myself to look away from Sister Yumei. Although I can't remember exactly what happened last night, I can roughly imagine it: Sister Yumei must have helped me back drunk, and after settling me in, she was about to leave when I forcibly carried her to bed. It wasn't a dream after all; it was all real, only the protagonist had changed to Sister Yumei.

"Hmm…why is it so noisy…" Sister Yumei's voice sounded incredibly seductive, seemingly possessing endless allure in my ears, and my erection grew even stronger.

People are strange like that. Before, hearing Sister Yumei's voice never gave me any bad thoughts, but ever since I saw her body just now, everything felt different.

I know it's just my imagination, but the thought of sleeping with Sister Yumei all night makes it impossible for me to calm down. I know my relationship with Sister Yumei can never go back to the pure sibling relationship we once had.

"What happened?" I saw out of the corner of my eye that Sister Yumei rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up; it seemed she still thought she was in her own bed. I could easily guess Yu Mei's first reaction upon opening her eyes. I closed my eyes, simultaneously feeling an urge to cover my ears.

"Ah..." Just as I expected, Yu Mei let out a long scream, then clutched her chest tightly, covering her exposed skin.

I closed my eyes and leaned towards Yu Mei, saying with a touch of resigned bravado, "Big sister, slap me, it'll make me feel better."

"Hmm, I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me, you deserve it..." Yu Mei's voice was devoid of emotion. I suppressed the urge to open my eyes, held my breath, and quietly awaited the moment when Yu Mei's hand would make 'intimate contact' with my cheek.

Although I was drunk, that didn't excuse my rudeness towards Yu Mei. Although I doubted I had done anything irreversible, forcibly holding Yu Mei and sleeping with her for a night was already extremely inappropriate—something only couples do.

It felt like an eternity before Sister Yumei's hand finally touched my face. But instead of the expected sharp 'smack,' it merely brushed against my skin.

I opened my eyes in confusion, only to be met with Sister Yumei's tear-filled eyes. I was shocked and stammered, "Sister, don't cry! It's my fault! I was so confused I mistook Sister Yumei for Ah Ling and did such a despicable thing..." My words only made things worse; tears streamed down Sister Yumei's face. Now I panicked even more, not knowing what to do.

"Big sister, don't cry, it's all my fault..." I raised my left hand and slapped myself again. Just as I raised my right hand to slap myself again, Sister Yumei grabbed my arm. I looked at her in astonishment. Sister Yumei, with tears streaming down her face, said, "You big fool, you're going to drive me crazy! Who blamed you for this?" Huh? What? Sister Yumei didn't blame me for my rude behavior, so why was she angry?

Seeing my bewildered look, Sister Yumei released my arm, gave me a resentful look, and turned away to wipe her tears. My mind raced with thoughts, but last night's hangover had dulled my usually sharp thinking. I still couldn't figure out why Sister Yumei was angry.

Sister Yumei waited a while, and seeing that I still didn't understand, she said softly, "Last night you were just drunk and mistook me for Ah Ling and took me to bed. You didn't do anything out of line, so why are you angry about that? What angers me is that you're degrading yourself and not cherishing your body. You know, when I saw you come back drunk last night, I really wanted to slap you twice..."

I almost forgot about it until Sister Yumei mentioned it. Mentioning last night, I couldn't help but feel a jolt and asked, "Sister, were you waiting for me downstairs last night?"

"No, I was watching TV when I suddenly remembered that a friend gave me a packet of tea this afternoon. You know, your Brother Zhu isn't here, and I don't like tea, so I thought I'd give you the tea. But when I knocked on your door, you weren't home. I felt strange, and just then I heard some noise downstairs, so I went down to check, and there you were, completely drunk." Although Sister Yumei spoke without pause, I knew she was lying. What a coincidence—she just happened to run into me as she came back downstairs?

Although Sister Yumei had her back to me and couldn't see my expression, she seemed to sense something. She immediately continued, "Yulin, I'm going back to change my clothes. Even though nothing happened between us, people will gossip if they see us." After

saying that, Sister Yumei got out of bed and walked out. I opened my mouth to call out, but no sound came out. I watched helplessly as Sister Yumei's somewhat forlorn figure disappeared behind the door, then heard the sound of it opening and closing. I sighed deeply and slumped onto the bed.

"Sigh, I even bought you breakfast, why are you still curled up in bed?" After what seemed like an eternity, Sister Yumei's voice rang in my ears again. I snapped out of my daze, staring at the ceiling, and glanced at the wall clock, realizing that another half hour had unknowingly passed. I got out of bed listlessly, only to find my clothes missing. I called out, "Sister, where are my clothes?"

"They're in the washing machine. You threw up so much last night, your clothes are unwearable, and mine got ruined too," Sister Yumei's voice came from the living room. A surge of warmth welled up inside me, a mixture of gratitude and guilt.

Sister Yumei's words confirmed that I had indeed thrown up last night. Although I couldn't remember the details, it wasn't hard to imagine the disheveled state I had been in. I composed myself, found another set of clothes in the closet, and got dressed. When I finished washing up and came to the living room, Sister Yumei had already set the table, waiting for me to have breakfast.

I stole a glance at her and noticed that she was wearing a blue business suit today, looking quite capable; her natural beauty, without any makeup, was pure and refined, showing no signs of aging. Her expression was also very calm, no different from usual. I didn't dare to look at her for long and sat down opposite her with my head down.

"Big sister, thank you so much," I said, then picked up a fried dough stick and started eating. I was now almost afraid to look Sister Yumei in the eye. Even a blind person could see her feelings for me, but I could only pretend not to.

Because I didn't know how I would face her afterward if I confessed. In my heart, I had always regarded her as my own sister, and had never had any other thoughts. But now that I know about Sister Yumei's feelings for me, and considering what happened last night when she was drunk and acted inappropriately, I really don't know how to handle my relationship with her.

Realistically speaking, Sister Yumei and I are a widow and a widower, respectively, so it would be natural for us to get together. But unfortunately, my heart is already occupied by Ling, and there is no room for another woman.

"Why are you being so polite with me? By the way, you probably didn't even have dinner last night, so have a few more steamed buns." Sister Yumei put steamed buns in my bowl, her enthusiasm making me feel a little uncomfortable. Perhaps noticing my embarrassment, Sister Yumei smiled slightly and said, "What's wrong? Still embarrassed about what happened last night? I already said I don't blame you, but you're still holding a grudge? Hehe, your face is all red, I didn't expect you to be so shy." I smiled awkwardly, my feelings a bit complicated.

"Oh, by the way, Yulin, why did you suddenly decide to go drinking last night? Did something happen?" Sister Yumei suddenly changed the subject and asked about yesterday's events. I sighed and said, "I went to the traffic police station again yesterday afternoon. Those bastards are still the same old codgers, doing nothing but trying to fool us ordinary people. I even doubt if they've really sent anyone to investigate this case."

"So you went drinking because of that?" Sister Yumei pressed. I nodded sheepishly and said, "I was indeed a bit agitated yesterday, so I impulsively went drinking. I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"Trouble is a small matter; harming your health is the real issue," Sister Yumei said sternly. "Yulin, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol is the easiest way to damage your health. I won't say anything this time, but if you continue to be so willful, I won't care about you anymore." "Sister

, I know I was wrong, okay?" Sister Yumei's concern made me feel ashamed. I didn't want to dwell on this anymore, so I changed the subject, "By the way, sister, did you remember to check the pockets when you put my clothes in the washing machine last night?"

"Hey, isn't it all over there?" Sister Yumei pointed to the side of the TV. I got up and looked; my wallet, keys, chewing gum, lighter, and cigarettes were all there.

Seeing me sit back down, Sister Yumei asked, "You still have everything, right?" I nodded. Sister Yumei suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right, I almost forgot something. I forgot to search your shirt pocket. I only remembered after I threw your shirt in the washing machine, so the twenty yuan in your shirt pocket got wet. I remember hanging it on the washing machine lid. I'll go get it for you."

"Twenty yuan?" I didn't quite catch what Sister Yumei said after that. I clearly remembered that yesterday afternoon I went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes and chewing gum, which cost ten yuan in total. I gave her a fifty-yuan note, and the forty yuan change the store owner gave me, I didn't put back in my wallet, I just put it in my shirt pocket.

Later, when I took a taxi to the traffic police station, it cost fifteen yuan in fare, leaving me with a twenty-yuan note and a five-yuan note in my pocket. Later, I drank three draft beers at the bar. When I paid the bill, I gave the waitress a twenty-yuan note and didn't ask for change. I should have had five yuan left in my shirt pocket, so why was there twenty yuan?

"What's wrong? Did you lose your money?" Just as I was doing math, Sister Yumei had already brought me the twenty-yuan note that was hanging on the washing machine lid in the bathroom. Seeing my blank expression, Sister Yumei thought I had lost my money.

I shook my head and explained the arithmetic problem I had just mentally solved to her. After listening, Sister Yumei smiled sweetly, making me a little confused. "Big sister, what are you laughing at?"

Sister Yumei giggled and said, "Don't you understand? I'm laughing at how charming you are! You actually managed to bewitch that waitress at the bar, making her so dizzy that she couldn't even tell the difference between a five-yuan and a twenty-yuan note. Looks like I'll definitely drag you along next time I go shopping; maybe you'll even make the cashier forget to take the money." Of course, she was joking, but she pointed out a fact: I only paid five yuan when I settled the bill at the bar last night!

"Big sister, please don't tease me. I guess that girl was afraid I'd go crazy while drunk, so she didn't say anything even though she knew I gave her five yuan." I shook my head with a wry smile. I never expected to get a free drink on my first time at a bar. It seems that the waitress must have been frightened by my drunken state.

Sister Yumei glared at me and said, "You should have learned your lesson this time, right? Remember to return the money to them later."

Of course, I could only nod and agree. I never expected that getting drunk once would cause so much trouble. Although Sister Yumei kept saying she didn't blame me, I was still very uneasy about my indecent behavior last night. It seems I really can't drink so casually anymore.

"Dad, I'm home." My daughter Yingying, who lives at school, had just returned home. She put down her schoolbag and rushed to me, hugging my arm affectionately.

People often say that daughters are closer to their fathers and sons are closer to their mothers. This rule has been proven in our family. Yingying has been very close to me since she was old enough to understand, and Ling was even jealous of me for a time.

Looking at my daughter in a t-shirt and jeans, full of youthful energy, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Yingying, who has completely inherited her mother's beauty, always reminds me of Ling. Although Yingying is only thirteen years old now, I believe that in a few years, she will also grow into a beautiful young woman like her mother. I sighed softly and reached out to stroke my daughter's hair, gently asking, "Yingying, why are you back today?"

"Dad, are you confused? It's Friday!" Yingying pouted, her childlike innocence on full display. I fell silent. In my daze, I'd completely forgotten it was the weekend. It suddenly dawned on me that I only had two days left of my leave from school, and I'd be back on the podium next week. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm also a high school homeroom teacher. I took half a month off because of Ling's situation.

"Yingying, you're right, your father really has lost his mind." Sister Yumei, who had overheard the commotion from across the hall, picked up on my conversation with my daughter. "Yingying, you don't know, your father went to a bar alone last night and got completely drunk. I was terrified!"

"Ah—Dad, is that true?" Looking at my daughter's anxious eyes, I nodded with some shame. I'm already in my thirties, and I still have to make my young daughter worry about me. I really am not a good father. Seeing my nod in acknowledgment, Yingying pouted unhappily and said, "Dad, how could you do this? I know Mom's sudden departure was a huge blow to you, but you can't do this… I've already lost Mom… Do you want me to lose Dad too…?" As Yingying spoke, she suddenly threw herself into my arms and burst into tears.

I panicked for a moment, frantically patting Yingying's back and softly saying, "Baby...don't cry...don't cry...it's Daddy's fault...Daddy won't do it again..."

"You promise?" My daughter, her face streaked with tears, looked up at me, sobbing, and asked.

"I promise," I said seriously, "When has Daddy ever lied to you?"

"Pinky promise." Yingying held out her little finger to me. I couldn't help but chuckle, and I pinky-pinched my own little finger with her. After that, Yingying's expression immediately changed completely, revealing a sweet smile. Just like her mother, Yingying's smile also revealed two adorable dimples.

Seeing the tear stains still clinging to my daughter's smiling face, I couldn't help but chuckle and gently pinch her little nose, teasing her, "Crying and laughing at the same time, like a puppy peeing."

"Dad, you're so mean! I'm ignoring you!" Yingying blushed slightly, rubbing her red face against my shirt before giggling and running to Sister Yumei, who was watching us with a smile. She grabbed Sister Yumei's arm and shook it, asking, "Auntie Mei, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"That depends on what you, my little darling, want to eat. How about you come with me to buy groceries?" Sister Yumei lovingly patted Yingying's head and said with a smile. To be honest, ever since we moved to be neighbors with Yumei's family eight years ago, Sister Yumei has always been very kind to our Yingying, which even made her own daughter, Ruolan, a little jealous at one point. Like me, Sister Yumei also has only one daughter named Zhu Ruolan, who is six years older than our Yingying. She is currently studying at a university in another city and only comes back during winter and summer vacations.

"Okay, let's go now." Yingying seemed very happy, and without further ado, she pulled Sister Yumei out. This little girl is really a bit of a headache. It's strange, really. Yingying completely inherited Ling's beauty, but surprisingly, she didn't inherit Ling's gentle nature. She's practically a tomboy, doing things quickly and decisively. If it weren't for the fact that she often acts coquettishly in front of me and Ling and other relatives, I might doubt whether she's even a girl.

But then again, I bear some responsibility for Yingying becoming like this. If we go deeper, the responsibility should lie with my father. Why do I say that? Because my father is the coach of the martial arts team in our small city. He made me learn martial arts every day from the age of four. My childhood was quite miserable, but I am truly grateful to my father. If it weren't for his rigorous training from a young age, I would never have the strong physique I have now. Later, during my university years, I studied Qigong and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) under a renowned master, from which I benefited greatly.

My daughter, Yingying, although she didn't start learning martial arts like I did at four, only started two years later, at six. Because of her martial arts training, she's always been quick to stand up for what's right, which has gradually developed into a rather fiery personality.

Ling has complained about this, but since Yingying never initiates trouble, Ling and I can't do anything about it and have to let it be. However, I'm not worried about it. People say "a girl changes a lot as she grows up," so she'll naturally change in time. Why should I, as her father, worry unnecessarily?

"Ring ring...ring ring..." The phone suddenly rang. I picked up the receiver with some confusion: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Teacher Liu, do you remember me?" A young man's voice came from the other end. The voice sounded familiar, but before I could figure out who it was, the voice continued: "Teacher Liu, it's me, Xiang Wentian..."

"It's you, Master Xiang." A smile involuntarily appeared on my face. This Xiang Wentian was one of my former students. He was very smart, but a bit mischievous. His name happened to be the same as the name of an elder of the Demonic Cult in Jin Yong's novel "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer." He was also very loyal and respected among the male students, so everyone jokingly called him "Master Xiang."

"Hehe, Teacher Liu, you still remember my nickname?" Although I couldn't see his expression, I could imagine him scratching his head and smiling wryly. After a slight pause, Xiang Wentian's voice suddenly became low and somber: "Teacher Liu, I only learned about Teacher Xu's accident yesterday. I never imagined that such a good person as Teacher Xu would suffer such misfortune..."

"Wentian, thank you for calling." I didn't know what to say, so I could only stammer a thank you. Wentian was silent for a while before continuing, "Teacher Liu, I called today because I have something to tell you..." I didn't speak, quietly waiting for Wentian to continue.

After a long while, Wentian finally said, "Teacher Liu, you may not know, but my father works in the traffic police accident investigation department. It was from him that I learned about Teacher Xu's car accident, and he also told me that the case had been suppressed by higher-ups and was not allowed to be investigated anymore... My father didn't handle the case directly, but he secretly looked at the case file and found that it had been tampered with..."

"Thank you, Wentian, I understand." After hanging up the phone, my mind was still blank. I finally understood why so many days had passed and the driver who hit Ling still hadn't been found. It turned out that someone had taken care of it for him.

I remembered the "Three Represents" slogan hanging on the wall of the traffic police station's reception room, and a cold smile crept across my face. "Three Represents? What do they represent? The interests of the rich? The interests of the powerful? Or the interests of those with connections? You think you can make me give up so easily? No way. I will absolutely not let the murderer who took Ling's life get away with it so easily. No matter what powerful connections he has, I will find him. I swear."

A while later, Yingying and Sister Yumei returned from grocery shopping. Neither of them noticed anything amiss with me, and they went into the kitchen chatting and laughing. Sister Yumei was an excellent cook. When Ling met me, her cooking was terrible, but by the time we married, she was a master chef—all thanks to Sister Yumei, who taught Ling everything. History always repeats itself so strikingly. Now it was Yingying's turn to clamor to learn a few tricks from Sister Yumei. Hearing their conversation from the kitchen, I couldn't help but shake my head inwardly.

"Aunt Mei, is this right?... Should we add salt now?... Still not right?... How long do we have to wait?"

"You little rascal, how can you be in such a hurry to go into the kitchen? Whoever marries you will be in for a world of trouble..."

"Aunt Mei, you're so mean, teasing me again! I won't stand for it..."

"Okay, okay, okay, hehe, Aunt Mei won't tease you, but go ahead and flip it... The food's going to burn..."

"Oh dear... It's really burnt... Aunt Mei... What should we do?"

"What should we do? Of course, we'll just have to eat burnt food."

Sure enough, soon after, Yingying came out with a plate of braised eggplant that still smelled burnt, her face flushed. I chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, I said calmly, "Oh, it's braised eggplant. Let me try some."

I smiled and picked up a piece to put in my mouth, but secretly I was watching my daughter's expression. Seeing her nervous look, I was secretly laughing my head off.

"How is it, Dad?" My daughter asked anxiously, seeing that I hadn't given any opinion after tasting it.

"Hmm, not bad." I nodded seriously. My daughter exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

"Hmm~~ But the burnt taste is a bit too strong." I laughed and said, "This must be your masterpiece, haha..."

"Dad...you're so naughty..." Yingying realized she had been teased and immediately started hitting my back shyly, her lips almost pointing to the sky.

At this moment, Sister Yumei also came out with the dishes. Seeing the way my daughter and I were, she couldn't help but tease Yingying, "Yingying, you're really filial to your dad, you even know how to massage his back..."

"Aunt Mei—" Yingying's lips pouted even more, almost high enough to hang an oil bottle on.

Sister Yumei smiled slightly and said, "Alright, alright, Auntie won't tease you anymore. Come and eat."

I smiled and pulled her to sit down next to me, patting her and saying, "Alright, stop being stubborn. Dad was just teasing you. Actually, your 'braised eggplant' tastes really good."

"Yes, for your first time in the kitchen, this is already very good," Sister Yumei praised with a smile.

"You two..." Yingying turned and smiled, "You two ganged up on me. What can I say but surrender?" She didn't mean anything by it, but I looked up at Sister Yumei, and she happened to be looking at me too. In the instant our eyes met, I saw Sister Yumei tremble and then quickly lower her head. Her reaction was incredibly fast, but I still clearly saw the blush creeping up her cheek. Oh God, what should I do?

"Huh? Why aren't you saying anything?" Yingying noticed the strangeness between Sister Yumei and me, looking at me with some surprise, then at Sister Yumei.

"No talking while eating, no talking while sleeping. Just eat, why all the nonsense?" I asserted my fatherly authority, my face stern.

"Hmph," Yingying huffed, stubbornly shoveling rice into her mouth until it was stuffed full.

"Eat slowly, child, be careful not to choke," Sister Yumei said with a smile, looking at the sulking Yingying with affection. "You little rascal, you really have a temper. Your father only said something casually, why are you so angry?"

"Hmm, Aunt Mei is still the best to me. Dad is the worst; he's always scolding people with a stern face." A child's temper flares up and fades quickly. With Aunt Mei's comforting words, Yingying immediately regained her lively nature and made a face at me. This little girl really won't grow up.

But that's not entirely true, because she's been boarding at school since she was twelve, only coming home on weekends and holidays. In today's society where most children are only children, it's rare to see someone so young learning to live independently.

"Okay, okay, okay, Dad was wrong, alright? I'm afraid of you, you little princess." I shook my head with a wry smile, my helpless expression making Aunt Mei and Yingying giggle. As the saying goes, "Having a daughter makes everything worthwhile." Seeing my innocent and lively daughter and her pure smile, my mood improved considerably. I silently prayed, "Ling, please bless our daughter and let her be happy forever." The

sudden drop in temperature, brought by the autumn rain, was truly hard to adjust to. I wrapped myself in a blanket, leaning against the headboard, smoking, my mind preoccupied with what Xiang Wentian had told me on the phone.

I hadn't had much hope for those bastards at the traffic police, and now I was completely disillusioned. It seemed the only clues were finding the little girl Ling had rescued or the kind woman who took Ling to the hospital. But how could I find them?

I'd been to the hospital several times, but the doctors and nurses who treated Ling that day said they couldn't remember the woman's face. Finding the little girl was like searching for a needle in a haystack. What should I do?

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; my daughter, Yingying, was taking a bath. Honestly, Yingying looked just like her mother. Seeing Yingying reminded me of Ling. I wondered what would happen to me without Yingying. Perhaps I would have been devastated. But Yingying's existence made me realize that I am not only a husband, but also a father; perhaps it is because of this strong sense of paternal responsibility that I haven't become hopelessly consumed by the pain of losing my loved one. But this pain will never disappear; it will forever be buried deep within my heart. In the quiet of the night, I will silently savor this unforgettable pain until the end of my life.

"Dad, I want to sleep with you." The bedroom door opened, and my daughter Yingying stood in the doorway, clutching her blanket and pillow. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a white nightgown, her beautiful hair still wet and glistening with moisture. Whether it was my imagination or the effect of the bedroom light, my daughter's fair face seemed to have a rosy hue, making her look incredibly lovely.

“My silly daughter, you’re so big now, how can you still sleep with your dad?”

“We each sleep under our own blankets, what’s the problem? Besides, I don’t want to sleep on the folding bed anymore, and besides…” Hearing my daughter’s words, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Yingying has been sleeping separately from Ling and me since she was six years old. Because it’s only a one-bedroom apartment, the only room is Ling and my bedroom, while Yingying has been sleeping on the folding bed in the living room. She’s been sleeping on the folding bed for seven or eight years now.
October 27th,
Chapter 2:

"Besides, I'm a little scared sleeping alone in the living room, looking at Mom's picture on the wall..." Yingying said pitifully. My heart ached, and I forced a smile to keep from crying. "Alright then, come and sleep with Dad. You sleep on the inside, and Dad will sleep on the outside."

"Dad, you're so sweet! I knew you'd agree." Yingying giggled as she ran in, tossing the blanket and pillow she was carrying into the bed. Suddenly, she exclaimed "Eek!" and snatched the cigarette from my hand, stubbing it out in the ashtray. Then she said coquettishly, "Dad, Mom just left, and you're already smoking and drinking. If Mom finds out, she'll be very unhappy."

"I know, you little busybody, I'm scared of you." I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "My dear lady, hurry up and get into bed, or you'll catch a cold."

"Dad, you're so nagging," Yingying said, but she still obediently climbed into bed and hid under the covers. I lovingly reached out and stroked my daughter's little head that was sticking out of the covers, and said softly, "Yingying, go to sleep early."

As I spoke, I reached out and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. And because it was a rainy day, it was pitch black outside as well.

"Dad, can you turn around? I want to talk to you." Yingying's voice came softly from behind me. I turned around with a slight surprise and asked softly, "Yingying, what do you want to say to Dad?"

"Dad, I want to ask you something..." Yingying was silent for a moment before speaking softly. I couldn't see her face in the darkness, but I felt that her head was very close to mine, because I could feel her warm breath on my face, making me feel itchy. I couldn't fathom what could have made my usually outspoken daughter so hesitant. Curious, I asked, "What is it?"

"Dad, will you marry Aunt Mei?" My daughter's question nearly made me jump. I was so shocked I could barely speak. "Yingying... why would you think that?"

"Dad, don't lie to me. I'm not some naive little girl. I can tell there's something more between you and Aunt Mei, otherwise you wouldn't have been so sensitive to my words at the dinner table. Dad, tell me the truth, was it because you were drunk and... with Aunt Mei..."

Hearing my daughter's words, I inwardly exclaimed, "Good heavens!" Kids these days are so precocious! A thirteen-year-old girl already so shrewd; what will she be like when she grows up? Thankfully, it's dark now, or I'd have to dig a hole and crawl into it.

"Yingying, what nonsense are you talking about? My relationship with your Aunt Mei is completely innocent," I said seriously. "Besides, my heart only belongs to your mother; there's no room for any other woman."

"And what about me? Doesn't my daughter hold any place in my heart?" My daughter's question made my heart skip a beat, but I immediately laughed at myself for being paranoid and replied with a smile, "My dear daughter, what silly things are you saying? Of course you're the most important person in my heart. That's a completely different matter from what I just said."

Yingying didn't answer, and unfortunately, I couldn't see her expression, otherwise I might have been able to guess what she was thinking. Thinking of the messy situation between me and Sister Yumei, a thought struck me, and I said, "Yingying, since you just mentioned your Aunt Mei, let me ask you, what would you do if Aunt Mei really became your stepmother one day?"

Yingying was silent for a moment before softly saying, "Dad, I don't know." Although I couldn't see her expression, I could sense the confusion in Yingying's heart. What was she confused about? I asked, somewhat puzzled, "Huh? Don't you really like your Aunt Mei?"

"Yes, I really do like Aunt Mei, but giving Dad to her is a different matter. I'm really conflicted." Yingying's words startled me. A sense of unease welled up inside me. I tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "Silly daughter, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll always be your dad..."

"Dad, I'm tired. Can we talk about it later?" my daughter said abruptly, her reaction strange.

"Okay, goodnight," I said softly. My daughter's unusual behavior deepened my unease.

"Goodnight, Dad," my daughter whispered, turning her back to me.

"Huh?" I woke up from my sleep, and just as I was about to stretch, I realized my arm seemed to be pinned down by something. I opened my sleepy eyes and was startled. The sleepiness vanished instantly, and I was fully awake. My daughter Yingying, who should have been sleeping in her own bed, had somehow ended up in my arms, completely pressing my right arm under her. No wonder I felt like something was pressing down on my arm!

I looked down at my sleeping daughter in my arms. Her beautiful face had a sweet smile on it, and her two round dimples looked adorable. Her rosy lips were slightly upturned with a graceful curve, making her look as serene and elegant as an angel.

I reached out my left hand and touched her soft, flowing hair. Yingying, still half-asleep, seemed startled, tightening her grip on my arms and murmuring, "Dad...don't leave me...I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad will never leave you," I whispered, my heart filled with tenderness, gazing at my daughter in my arms. She must have encountered something terrifying in her dream.

"Dad...Yingying...admires you so much...loves you so much...Yingying...doesn't want a stepmother...doesn't want...to give you...to another...woman..." Hearing my daughter's sleep-talking, I almost jumped up. I felt a jolt, and cold sweat broke out all over my body. It seemed my worries weren't unfounded.

"Hmm..." Yingying seemed to sense something in her dream, letting out a soft moan and shifting her body in my arms, as if trying to find a more comfortable position. I looked down into my bosom, and what I saw was astonishing. A strange sight unfolded before me, and my gaze froze, unable to look away.

It turned out that Yingying was wearing her mother's pajamas, which were naturally a bit too big. Her movement had caused the buttons on the chest to come undone, revealing her snow-white breasts: the body of a thirteen-year-old girl was just beginning to develop, and two small, round breasts protruded on her chest, looking incredibly cute; at the tips of her pale areolas were two small pink nipples, proudly standing upright in the air, trembling slightly with the girl's soft breathing, utterly alluring.

I suddenly felt my mouth go dry, and couldn't help but lick my lower lip. A surge of lust rose from my lower abdomen. I had never imagined that the body of a young, inexperienced girl could be so alluring to a man, in no way inferior to that of a mature woman. Moreover, Yingying is my own daughter, and having just heard her babbling in her sleep, the guilt welling up from the bottom of my heart felt even more intense. My face burned instantly, and my breathing became rapid.

"Bang...bang...bang..." The sudden knocking was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the fire in my heart and pulling my reason back from the brink of collapse. I shamefully looked away from my daughter's delicate body, silently cursing myself, and calmed myself down, asking in as steady a voice as possible, "Who is it?"

"It's me. You two really can sleep a lot." The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. Sister Yumei's casual remark made my heart tremble, and my face burned like fire. I didn't even need to look to know that my face must be as red as it could possibly be. I inwardly berated myself: "What's wrong with me? Yingying is my and Ling's daughter! How could I have such thoughts?"

"Ugh...who's making so much noise..." Just as I was blaming myself, Yingying in my arms was finally woken up. She sat up groggily, rubbing her sleepy eyes and asking,

"Little sleepyhead, it's your Aunt Mei! Get up!" I turned my gaze to the side, speaking in a teasing tone, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible.

"Dad, you're still nagging me! You're not..." Yingying retorted with a coquettish laugh, but suddenly stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yingying shyly cover her chest with her hands. It turned out she had realized her cleavage was exposed; no wonder she was embarrassed to continue.

I pretended not to know anything, dressed and got out of bed without turning around, saying, "It's a beautiful sunny day today, don't stay in bed any longer."

When I came out of the bathroom, Yingying had already changed her clothes. Seeing my gaze, the usually bold Yingying even showed a hint of shyness. Of course, I ignored it and told her to hurry up and wash up. Watching my daughter's petite figure disappear behind the door, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. My relationship with Sister Yumei was still unclear, and now even my own daughter had gotten involved. What was going on? No, I absolutely couldn't let this happen. I couldn't betray Ling. I made a decision in my heart.

"Dad, I'm leaving." Yingying greeted me with a smile and went out. She was going to a good friend's birthday party. Watching my daughter's figure disappear into the corridor, I couldn't help but sigh deeply, feeling extremely agitated. There's a saying, "A tangled mess is hard to untangle," which perfectly describes my current mood.

"What's wrong, Yulin? You seem troubled." Sister Yumei's voice startled me from my chaotic thoughts. I then noticed that Sister Yumei had sat down opposite me at some point, looking at me with concern. Sister Yumei was wearing a white wool sweater, and because she was leaning forward, the curves of her chest were even more pronounced. As I looked at her, the scene from that day involuntarily flashed through my mind.

"What's wrong, Yulin? What are you daydreaming about?" Sister Yumei's voice rang out again.

I shook my head to clear my mind of distractions, then, after organizing my thoughts, I lowered my head and whispered, "Sister Yumei, I'm so grateful for your care of our family over the years. I really don't know how to repay you..."

"Yulin, why are you suddenly speaking so formally?" Sister Yumei said, getting up and walking towards me. "What exactly do you want to say to your older sister?"

"Older sister, I..." I glanced up at Sister Yumei, who was now standing in front of me, then immediately lowered my head again, stammering, "Older sister, I...we...are...impossible..." I finished speaking anxiously, lowering my head and barely daring to breathe, because I didn't know how Sister Yumei would react to these words, but I thought she would definitely be heartbroken.

Silence, a suffocating silence, though only a few minutes had passed, felt like an eternity. As time went by, my unease grew stronger, and I couldn't help but raise my head, stealing a glance at Sister Yumei. Huh? Why was Sister Yumei's expression so calm and composed, still gazing at me with such tranquility? Seeing my uneasy expression, Sister Yumei smiled gently and said, "Is this the problem that has been troubling you?" I nodded blankly, my mind seemingly filled with mush, becoming sluggish.

While I was still in a daze, Sister Yumei smiled and sat down beside me, gently stroking my face. I felt a strange feeling spreading through me. After staring at me for a long while, Sister Yumei suddenly sighed softly, then said gently, "Yulin, your elder sister has never had any unrealistic fantasies. You don't need to be troubled by this at all." After

a slight pause, Sister Yumei continued, "That night you were drunk, hugging me and calling out A-Ling's name, crying and begging me not to leave. I knew then that no one could replace A-Ling's place in your heart. I don't deny it, I do like you, and I think you can feel it too..." Although I already knew this in my heart, hearing Sister Yumei say "I like you" still made me feel a little strange.

"Yu Lin, do you remember who picked you up at the train station when you first came to QH City sixteen years ago?" Sister Yu Mei turned her head to look out the window, her eyes seeming to well up with tears.

"Of course I remember, it was you, Sister Yu Mei," I answered without hesitation. There was no way I could forget something so important. Sister Yu Mei was the first person I met in this city, and later, after I came to school, she showed me meticulous care in many ways. For a young person arriving in a strange environment, this is a memory to be cherished for a lifetime; how could I easily forget it?

"You might not believe it, but the moment I first saw you, I fell deeply in love with you."

Sister Yumei shook her head self-deprecatingly, then said with a wry smile, "It sounds a bit ridiculous, doesn't it? A married woman with a happy marriage, a loving family, and a three-year-old daughter, actually becoming infatuated with a young man five years younger than herself. Even I can't believe it myself, but it's true. Of course, I know there's no possibility between us, so I tried to treat you like my own younger brother, and later you did indeed treat me like your own older sister, but that's not what I really wanted."

"Sister Yumei, you...you..." Even though I'm usually quite resilient, I was still speechless with shock upon hearing Sister Yumei's confession. Could it be that Sister Yumei has been taking such good care of me and my family for over ten years because of this? Indeed, sometimes I felt that Sister Yumei was too kind to us, but I never thought about it too deeply. If Sister Yumei hadn't said it herself today, I probably would never have known.

"I'm sure I startled you," Sister Yumei's voice was soft, but I could sense a hint of melancholy in her words.

"I thought I'd never have the chance to say these things, but it seems like fate was playing a cruel joke on me. After your brother Zhu suddenly passed away from a heart attack, I was indeed heartbroken for a long time. But as time went by, I found that your brother Zhu's image gradually faded in my heart, while another image hidden deep within became clearer and clearer. The feelings that I had forcibly suppressed more than ten years ago have sprouted again in my heart." "

Several times I wanted to tell you that I had always liked you, but seeing how loving you and A-Ling were, I could only keep my words to myself. More than ten days ago, when I heard the news of A-Ling's accident, while I was saddened for A-Ling, I also felt a sliver of joy. I know why. Yu-Lin, you know everything now. You must think your older sister is shameless, right?"

"No..." I almost shouted. At this moment, my heart was like a raging storm. I never imagined that besides Ling, there was another woman who was suffering unrequited love for me, and this woman was none other than my older sister Yu-Mei, whom I had always regarded as my own sister. This was something I couldn't accept all at once. My mind was a mess, and I stammered, "Sister Yumei... this... I really didn't expect you to... you know, Ling and I have always considered you our own sister..."

"I know, that's why I've kept those words to myself." Sister Yumei turned to look at me, her face calm. "Yulin, don't misunderstand. I'm telling you this so you understand that since we've been like siblings for over ten years, I have no intention of changing that relationship. So, I will always be your older sister..."

"Sister, I'm sorry..." I buried my face in my hands, my heart filled with conflict. Although Sister Yumei was trying her best to hide her disappointment and resentment, I could clearly feel it. Humans aren't plants or trees; how could they be without feelings? Sister Yu Mei's forgiveness deepened my guilt. I silently cried out in my heart, "Ling, tell me, what should I do?"

"Yu Lin, don't be like this." Sister Yu Mei pulled away my hands that were covering my head, looking at me gently and saying, "You haven't done anything wrong, why are you apologizing to me? The one who should be apologizing is me. It's this bad woman who shouldn't have had improper thoughts, shouldn't have shamelessly fallen for you..."

"Big sister, please stop..." I reached out and covered Sister Yu Mei's mouth, staring intently at her, saying, "Big sister, you are the gentlest and kindest woman I've ever met. If you're considered a bad woman, then there are no good women in the world. It's my bad luck, Liu Yu Lin, that I've failed to appreciate your deep affection..."

With a "pfft," Sister Yu Mei suddenly burst into laughter, leaving me stunned. Seeing my stunned expression, Sister Yumei smiled sweetly and gently tapped my forehead with her delicate finger, saying in a coquettish voice, "You have such a sweet tongue. If you used those words to fool a young girl, you'd definitely succeed every time. Unfortunately, I'm already an old woman, I can't handle that..."

"Sister, how can you be an old woman? I don't think you're any less attractive than those young wives." I couldn't help but blurt out. Sister Yumei was indeed very well-maintained; her skin was still as fair and delicate as it had been in her youth, and her figure hadn't changed at all. From what I had seen with my own eyes that day, her breasts showed no signs of sagging. She certainly didn't look like a mother of a nineteen-year-old daughter.

"You're so glib, where do you get the idea that I'm no less attractive than those young wives?" A blush rose on Sister Yumei's cheeks, her expression a mixture of shyness and joy, her voice soft and gentle, like a young girl experiencing her first love coaxing her lover. This was the first time I'd ever seen Sister Yumei with such a charming expression. I was completely mesmerized, and a ripple of emotion stirred within me.

"Look at you, you silly goose?" Sister Yumei noticed me staring at her blankly, her blush deepening. She gave me a charmingly coquettish glance, her face radiating a mixture of shyness and delight. I felt a deep chord within me being struck; Sister Yumei's allure captivated me completely.

I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and pulled Sister Yumei into a tight embrace. My sudden attack caused Sister Yumei to shudder, then she softly collapsed into my arms, her slightly panting lips close to my ear, her warm breath tickling it.

Oh, I felt like my body was about to explode; I involuntarily tightened my grip on her.

Although there were several layers of clothing between us, I could clearly feel Yu Mei's two jade-like breasts pressed tightly against my chest. Their size and firmness filled me with longing. Yu Mei's beautiful hair obscured my face, its delicate fragrance intoxicating. The temperature of her body in my arms was gradually rising, and her soft panting grew more rapid. My reason was slowly slipping away. Before I knew it, my hands had slid down the curves of Yu Mei's body, reaching her full buttocks, and I couldn't help but caress them.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Yu Mei's panting became even more rapid, and her hands tightly embraced my back, her body writhing in my arms. The image of Ling flashed through my mind, and I regained a sliver of reason. I suppressed my impulses and reached out to help Yu Mei up, turning her face towards mine. Yu Mei's face was flushed, and her large, watery eyes radiated boundless tenderness and affection, as if they could melt me.

"Big sister, I... um..." I was about to speak when Sister Yumei's rosy lips pressed against mine. The instant our lips touched, my mind went blank, and the last vestige of clarity was overwhelmed by boundless desire. It all seemed predestined; I was completely lost.

"Hey... whoosh..." Our breathing was rapid, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. We held each other tightly, as if trying to merge our bodies into one. I never imagined that the usually gentle and quiet Sister Yumei would suddenly become so wild, giving me a strange feeling. Her

smooth, soft tongue, like a nimble snake, slipped into my mouth, tempting my senses; I, not to be outdone, extended my own tongue, entwining it with hers, relentlessly.

I became rough, my right hand kneading Yu Mei's full buttocks vigorously, while my left hand slipped under her sweater, grabbing her right breast through her bra and squeezing it hard. Oh, the soft yet firm touch was simply wonderful, waves of pleasure rushing to my brain, and my erection had already hardened. I

impatiently pushed Yu Mei down onto the sofa, reaching out to take off her clothes, but Yu Mei suddenly struggled to sit up, giving me a shy look, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she whispered, "To the room... okay?" I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, lifting Yu Mei's soft, delicate body into my arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Yu Mei's hands were wrapped around my neck, her breath sweet and fragrant, her body hot and bothered.

Once in the bedroom, I tossed Yu Mei onto the bed, quickly drew the curtains, and pounced on her. Sister Yumei lay softly on the bed, her limbs outstretched, gazing at me with alluring eyes, letting me leave a trail of passionate kisses on her forehead, face, and neck. Unfortunately, her clothes prevented me from moving forward. Sister Yumei seemed to see through my thoughts, blushing as she gave me a shy smile, slightly raising her upper body and simultaneously raising her arms above her head.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I felt like I was back on my wedding night with Ling fourteen years ago, just as nervous. I held my breath and clumsily pulled the sweater off Yu Mei's head. A white shirt came into view, her two full breasts pushing it high. Clearly, Yu Mei wasn't wearing a bra; the shape of her nipples was clearly visible. My breathing quickened, my mouth went dry, and my gaze lingered on Yu Mei's chest.

Seeing my awkwardness, Yu Mei smiled sweetly and then reached out to unbutton all the buttons on her shirt. I knelt beside her, with an almost reverent feeling, and grabbed the shirt's collar, flipping it open sharply. Two white, firm breasts appeared before me in an instant.

Oh, they were so beautiful. Like two inverted jade bowls, Sister Yumei's breasts were perfectly shaped, full and firm, without a trace of sagging. At the peaks, two purplish-red areolas surrounded two bright red nipples, proudly standing erect as if defying me.

I was completely captivated, throwing myself against Sister Yumei's chest, taking her left breast into my mouth and licking and sucking; I didn't neglect her either, covering her right breast with my right hand and gently stroking and kneading it.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the alluring scent of her flesh, feeling as if I had returned to my childhood, to the warm embrace of my mother who had died young from illness. I tirelessly licked and sucked on Sister Yumei's breasts, occasionally taking the cherry-like nipples into my mouth and gently sucking, circling my tongue along the areolas. My movements were very gentle, for I was afraid of offending Sister Yumei. Under my gentle caresses, Yu Mei's two nipples became even firmer, and she let out soft moans of unbearable pleasure: "Mmm...hmm...mmm..."

Hearing Yu Mei's incredibly seductive moans, my desire burned even more intensely. I looked up at Yu Mei; her face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was rapid, and her hands were gripping the sheets beneath her. Seeing Yu Mei's alluring appearance, I could no longer restrain myself. My hands went straight for her waistband, and Yu Mei impatiently lifted her hips, allowing me to easily pull down her pants. Now, Yu Mei was only left with one last line of defense.

I looked down at Yu Mei's last stronghold; a white pair of panties tightly covered her genitals, the outline of a dark mass clearly visible, with a few traces of moisture in the center. I held my breath, reached down, grabbed the sides of the panties, and gently pulled them down.

Yu Mei cooperated by lifting her genitals, allowing me to easily pull her panties down to her thighs. I finally saw Yu Mei's incredibly alluring private parts: a tempting pink slit stretched out, thick pubic hair slightly messy from lack of trimming, some strands clinging to the sides of the slit due to the seeping fluid.

I hurriedly pulled the panties down Yu Mei's long, slender legs and tossed them aside. In a flustered manner, I disrobed, my penis emerging from the panties already erect and throbbing. As I undressed, I noticed Yu Mei's beautiful eyes peeking out from a small slit. When my thick penis was exposed to the air, I heard Yu Mei let out a very soft gasp; it seemed my size had startled her.

I gently lay down on top of Yu Mei. She opened her eyes, glanced at me shyly, and then immediately closed them again. Noticing that Sister Yumei's private parts were already sufficiently moist, I didn't hesitate any longer. I guided my rock-hard penis to her honeypot with my hand. The moment our lower bodies touched, I clearly felt Sister Yumei's body tremble.

I didn't act immediately, but lowered my head to find Sister Yumei's cherry lips. Sister Yumei's slightly panting cherry lips automatically met mine. At the same time, her jade legs wrapped around my waist, and her soft hands encircled my body and pulled me down forcefully. With a "plop," my penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluid, filled her honeypot in one go.

"Ah..." Sister Yumei and I both let out a soft cry. I felt my penis enter a warm place. Wow, it was so tight. I felt my penis being tightly wrapped by the surrounding secret flesh. A strong pleasure rushed to my brain, almost making me "die before I even got started." I didn't expect that even though Sister Yumei's daughter was already an adult, her honeypot was as tight and narrow as a virgin's. Noticing that Sister Yumei had slightly furrowed her brow, I softly asked, "Sister Yumei, are you alright?"

Hearing my concerned voice, Sister Yumei shyly opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at me, saying in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "It's been so long, I'm a little unaccustomed to it, and...and...your...is too big..." She then shyly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. I, who had been able to maintain my composure, was now aroused by Sister Yumei's alluring charm, and I could no longer restrain myself. I wrapped my arms around Sister Yumei's waist and began to thrust.

"Mmm...ah...ah..." Sister Yumei clenched her teeth, trying to suppress any moans that would make her blush. Little did she know that this only had the opposite effect, fueling my desire even more. The last shred of tenderness I had felt was burned away by the raging fire of lust. I was wildly excited, my hands gripping Sister Yumei's slender waist as I thrust wildly. The room was filled with the rapid sounds of impact, "slap," "slap," "slap," like the rapid beat of a drum, pounding against our hearts.

"Ah...Yulin...be gentle...ah..." Sister Yumei seemed unable to withstand the onslaught, her cherry-like mouth, which was biting a lock of hair, uttering a plea for mercy. But her body betrayed her heart; her hands pulled my body tightly towards her, her hips thrusting violently, meeting my thrusts again and again.

Rising and falling, retreating and withdrawing, our coordination was so perfect, we were completely adapted to each other's rhythm. Techniques like "nine shallow, one deep" or "three shallow, one deep" were completely superfluous. Each time, I would pull out completely and then plunge in deeply again. Sister Yumei's full buttocks seemed to have an electric motor, bouncing and swaying rapidly, perfectly matching each of my attacks.

"Ah...ah...this is so deep...ah...Yulin...ah..." The intense pleasure finally made Sister Yumei wild. She no longer tried to suppress her emotions and began to moan loudly. Looking at Sister Yumei beneath me, her eyes were languid, her face was flushed, her breath was slightly heavy, her hair was disheveled, her wantonness was fully revealed, and she was thrusting wildly. I became even more excited and began to thrust and pound fiercely.

"Ah...ah...Yulin...I...can't take it anymore...ah..." With a long scream from Sister Yumei, a cool liquid gushed from the depths of her honey hole. At the same time, I felt a pain in my shoulder and almost cried out. After leaving a mark on my shoulder with her teeth, Sister Yumei, having reached her climax, collapsed softly onto the bed, panting with her mouth open.

I quietly lay on top of her, gently licking her earlobe with my tongue, listening to her rapid breathing, my mind becoming clear. After some time, Sister Yumei gradually recovered from the afterglow of her climax, feeling my still-erect erection inside her, her breathing became rapid again. I chuckled inwardly, my hands working faster on her breasts, teasing her desire.

Her body, having just experienced an orgasm, was extremely sensitive. Soon, Sister Yumei's eyes were red, her gaze seductive, and she bit my ear, saying in a sweet, cloying voice, "Yulin, let me serve you this time?" With that, she pulled me over, turning us into a woman-on-top position.

"Oh…Yulin…you're so good…" Sister Yumei continued to move on top of me without stopping, letting me experience her wild side. You see, Ling is quite traditional and shy in bed, and I didn't want to force her, so we never really tried anything fancy. However, the feeling of our bodies and souls being one was something no physical pleasure could replace. Perhaps because she was facing me, Sister Yumei had a hint of shyness on her face, her hands supporting her chest as she vigorously moved up and down.

The sounds of "plop," "plop" coming from where our bodies were joined came from the constant thrusting. With Sister Yumei's up-and-down movements, her breasts swayed violently, creating an alluring wave of flesh in the air. Her long, flowing hair was also loose, flying in the air with her movements, adding to her wild and alluring charm.

I couldn't resist reaching out and grasping Yu Mei's bouncing breasts, simultaneously thrusting my hips upwards in rhythm with her lowering motion. Everything seemed so harmonious. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Big sister...you're so good...again..."

Yu Mei smiled shyly at me, leaned down and kissed me, her hips twisting even more rapidly. Suddenly, a series of "plop" sounds filled the air, and the Simmons mattress protested with a series of "thumps." Gradually, a fine layer of sweat appeared on Yu Mei's body, and with the movement of her head, drops of fragrant sweat splashed everywhere. I withdrew my hands from her chest and instead supported her slender waist, giving her a helping hand. "

Ah...um...Yu Lin...ah...why haven't you ejaculated yet...Big sister...I can't take it anymore..." Yu Mei, drenched in fragrant sweat, gasped for breath, her small mouth agape. This female knight position allows the woman to control the angle, force, and depth, resulting in more intense pleasure. However, it demands a high level of stamina, and Yu Mei was clearly showing signs of exhaustion, her pace slowing.

"Big sister... I'm almost there too..." A tingling sensation spread from my lower body; I knew I was nearing my climax. I supported Yu Mei's slender waist, vigorously shaking her body up and down. Hearing that I was close, Yu Mei, disregarding her own sweat, mustered her remaining strength and thrust faster, moaning, "Yu Lin... Big sister's almost there too... let's go together..."

"Okay... Big sister... hold on..." The tingling sensation grew stronger; I closed my eyes, thrusting instinctively. Ah, it's coming! I couldn't help but shout, "Big sister... I'm coming... ah..." My pent-up semen erupted violently inside Yu Mei's body.

Almost simultaneously, Sister Yumei also reached her second climax: "Ah...ah...I'm coming too...ah..." With Sister Yumei's long, soft moans, her body slumped softly against me, and we embraced tightly, quietly savoring the afterglow of our climax.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally slowly came to my senses. Looking at Sister Yumei in my arms, a sudden sense of guilt welled up inside me. As if she could read my mind, Sister Yumei gently kissed me and said softly, "Silly boy, don't overthink it. This is my own choice, you don't need to take any responsibility."

"No—" I hugged Sister Yumei tightly, and said firmly, "Sister, please give me some time, I will definitely give you an explanation."

"Why force yourself?" Sister Yumei's jade-like hand gently glided across my chest, her voice soft, "Ah Ling is the one you love most. I don't want any explanation, as long as you can spend time with me occasionally, I will be content."

"Sister—" I hugged Sister Yumei's body, my voice choked with emotion, and my eyes stung. Sister Yumei was right, Ling's place in my heart was indeed irreplaceable, not even by Sister Yumei. Sister Yumei didn't say anything, but simply held my head against her chest, her tenderness almost melting me.

"Does it hurt?" Sister Yumei's delicate hand touched the wound on the back of my shoulder, and she asked shyly in a low voice. The wound was caused by her biting my shoulder in the excitement of her orgasm.

Seeing Sister Yumei's shy expression like a little girl, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course it hurts. Looks like I'll have to wear armor next time."

"Pah, I'd love to bite you to death, you bad guy." Sister Yumei's face turned as red as a ripe shrimp, and she shyly gave my chest a light bite.

I smiled slightly and lowered my voice, "Big sister, to be honest, you were so wild just now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that the usually gentle and quiet Big sister could be so wild in bed."

"You rascal, you're getting the better of me and you're still acting innocent?" Sister Yu Mei pinched my thigh shyly, then blushed and whispered, "Yu Lin, you'll never understand the feeling of a widow sleeping alone."

"Big sister, I feel sorry for you." I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Sister Yu Mei hadn't enjoyed any intimacy for at least two years, no wonder she was so unrestrained in bed today. For some reason, my daughter Ying Ying suddenly came to mind. How would she view my relationship with Sister Yu Mei? And how should I deal with her unsettling tendencies?

"Yu Lin, what's wrong? Are you still troubled by what's going on between us?" Sister Yu Mei saw that I was frowning and misunderstood.

“No, sister, you misunderstand.” I shook my head and said, “I’m worried about Yingying.”

“You’re worried that Yingying won’t accept me?” Sister Yumei frowned slightly, pondering for a moment, “Yingying is a very lovable child, and I have no intention of being her stepmother, so I think she should be able to accept our relationship.”

“Sister, you don’t know, things aren’t that simple…” I told Sister Yumei my worries.

Sister Yumei frowned after hearing this as well: “If that’s the case, then it’s really a bit troublesome. I’d like to find an opportunity to talk to her later. I think it’s easier for us women to talk, and I don’t think she’ll hide anything from me.”

“That’s the only way. I’m really worried.” My mood couldn’t ease just thinking about Yingying.

“Don’t be so pessimistic. There’s always a solution to everything.” Sister Yumei comforted me softly. I nodded without saying anything. With a shy smile, Sister Yumei whispered to me, "You must be exhausted. Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"Yes, of course!" Since it had already happened, I no longer hesitated. I chuckled and said, "But before that, I want you to take a bath with me, sister."

"Fine, go ahead. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Although Sister Yumei's tone was tough, she revealed her true colors in the bathroom. Seeing her somewhat flustered in front of my naked body, I couldn't help but laugh. "Sister, it seems you rarely take baths with me."

"You know that's good." Sister Yumei gave me a shy glare, then sighed softly. I knew she must be thinking of her ex-husband. I shook my head inwardly and silently prayed, "Ling, I'm sorry." As if she could read my mind, Sister Yumei suddenly said to me, "Yulin, I'm the one who should apologize to A-Ling. I stole her husband."

"Big sister, how do you know what I'm thinking?" I was very surprised that Sister Yumei could see through my thoughts time and time again. Did she have some kind of special ability?

"I don't have any special abilities." Sister Yumei's words startled me again. Seeing me staring at her as if I'd seen a ghost, Sister Yumei couldn't help but say coquettishly, "What do you mean by looking at me like that? I'm not a man-eating monster!" She gave me a charming glare and glanced sideways at my silver spear, saying, "But you, you naughty fellow, almost ate it up just now."

I grinned and reached out to pull Sister Yumei's hand to hold my silver spear, asking with a playful smile, "Big sister, weren't you eating it with your mouth full of grease just now? Why are you calling it a naughty fellow now?"

"You little rascal, always being cheeky." Sister Yumei smiled shyly and flicked me with her finger, then blushed and said, "To be honest, you naughty fellow are really a bit much for big sister to handle. You're both lovable and afraid of me."

"So, big sister, do you love me more or are you afraid of me more?" I asked with a playful smile. No man wouldn't feel proud and satisfied to hear such words.

"You're just asking a question you already know the answer to," Sister Yumei said, giving me a disapproving look. "Alright, stop dawdling and stand up so I can help you dry off."

"Dad... Aunt Mei... you... you... how could you do this?" A soprano voice exceeding 100 decibels jolted Sister Yumei and me awake. We looked up and saw Yingying standing in the bedroom doorway, staring at us in shock, her hand trembling. My head suddenly felt heavy. Yingying should be at her classmate's house at this hour; why was she back so early?

"You...you guys...you've gone too far..." Yingying cried out, then turned and ran away.

"Yingying...Yingying..." Yu Mei and I were both startled, our hearts leaping into our throats.

But our worst fears didn't come true. We didn't hear the door open; instead, we heard suppressed sobs coming from the living room. Yu Mei and I exchanged a bitter smile and breathed a sigh of relief. If Yingying hadn't been able to handle the shock and had run out of the house, it would have caused a huge problem; if anything had happened to her, Yu Mei and I would have no face to face Ling in the afterlife.

"You stay in bed and don't get up. Let me handle this." Yu Mei stopped me from getting dressed and pushed me back into bed.

I nodded silently. Letting Yu Mei talk to Yingying herself was probably better than me getting involved. Watching Yu Mei get dressed and leave, I reached for the cigarettes on the bedside table, lit one, and started smoking. I could barely hear Yu Mei and Yingying talking in the living room. They seemed to be intentionally trying to hide their conversation from me. I shook my head with a bitter smile, inwardly blaming myself.

Just last night I had sworn to Yingying that there was absolutely no possibility between me and Yu Mei, and today I had slept with her, only to be caught red-handed. How utterly embarrassing! Yingying must be very disappointed in me, her father.

I was also disappointed in myself. Ling's body was barely cold, and I had already done something to betray her. Are we men really just animals who think with our lower bodies

, as women say? No, that's not it. There was indeed a foundation of affection between Yu Mei and me, I silently reassured myself, although that affection wasn't entirely the same as love. I finished one cigarette and lit another, my thoughts drifting away with the rising smoke. Although Sister Yumei's gentleness offered some comfort to my wounded heart, I couldn't forget that there was still something I hadn't done: find the murderer who took Ling's life. Who could this murderer be? I fell into deep thought. After

what seemed like an eternity, a sharp pain in my finger jolted me awake. I hurriedly threw the burnt-out cigarette into the ashtray and leaned against the headboard to continue my thoughts.

"Huh? What's that smell of smoke?" Sister Yumei pushed open the door, sniffed hard a few times, and frowned as she spoke.

I didn't answer her, but looked behind her. There, I saw Yingying, her head drooping like a child who had done something wrong.

Just as I was filled with doubt, Sister Yumei suddenly rushed over as if she had discovered a new continent, staring at me with wide eyes and saying, "You've been smoking?"

I nodded with a wry smile. Sister Yumei frowned slightly and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Why are you still acting like a child? Smoking is so bad for your health." As she spoke, she picked up the ashtray and walked outside, 'confiscating' my cigarettes and lighter at the same time.

I watched Sister Yumei's figure disappear behind the door with a wry smile, then turned my gaze to Yingying, who was standing by the door with her head down, and felt a pang of pain in my heart: "Yingying, what's wrong? Why are you standing by the door and not coming in?"

"Dad..." Yingying called out to me, looked up at me, and then slowly shuffled over. Looking at my daughter standing by the bed, who seemed so distant from me all of a sudden, I felt a mix of emotions, and I couldn't quite describe what I was feeling. I sighed, reached out and touched Yingying's little head, and said with a bitter tone, "Daddy must have disappointed you, right?"

"No..." Yingying still kept her head down, and said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "In my heart, Daddy will always be the best, no one can compare to him."

"Then why..." I looked at my daughter with a belly full of doubt, wondering what she and Sister Yumei had talked about.

"You, so clever all your life, but foolish for a moment." Sister Yumei, who had just returned after emptying her cigarette ash, suddenly interjected, "Of course it's because our little Yingying has fallen in love with you, the best dad in the world, and I suddenly came out of nowhere and scored first, so our little Yingying is having a hard time accepting it..."

"Ah?" I was stunned, my mouth agape as I looked at my daughter, whose face was flushed, so shocked I almost fainted.

"Aunt Mei, you're so mean! You promised you wouldn't tell, but you're going back on your word! I'm not talking to you anymore..." Yingying ran out of the bedroom, her face flushed. I turned around, stunned, to look at the smiling Yu Mei, my mind blank, unsure what to say. Seeing my dumbfounded expression, Yu Mei chuckled and smiled sweetly, like a peony in bloom, mesmerizing me.

"Look at you, silly!" Yu Mei sat down on the edge of the bed and gently tapped my forehead with her delicate finger.

This seemed to snap me out of my daze. I reached out and pulled her arm, saying, "Big sister, what did you and Yingying talk about? I'm so confused! What kind of play are you two playing?"

"Of course, it's 'The West Chamber,' and I'm the matchmaker in that play." Yu Mei's playful attitude annoyed me. What kind of time is this for her to be joking?

I couldn't help but wonder, was this still the same gentle and virtuous big sister I knew? I glared at her, annoyed, and turned my head away, ignoring her.

"Oh, you're really angry?" Sister Yumei turned my face back to her, then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Alright, don't act like a child, always getting angry. I was just about to talk to you about this." I snorted, my face still showing no kindness. Sister Yumei chuckled, "You two, father and daughter, are really cut from the same cloth, both so stubborn."

After being teased by Sister Yumei so many times, even a clay figure would get angry. I angrily reached out and pulled her down, pinning her beneath me. Sister Yumei first let out an exaggerated scream, then giggled incessantly. Wow, are women really like Confucius said, "Too close and they become subservient, too distant and they resentful"? A philosophical saying suddenly popped into my mind: "It's actually very easy to change a woman; just make her fall in love with a man."

"Don't be angry, come here, let me calm you down." Sister Yumei tilted her slightly flushed face up, her rosy lips pouting. I had no reason to refuse this unexpected treat, so I lowered my head and kissed those alluring cherry lips. Her breath was fragrant, her tongue succulent, making me linger. Like a greedy child, I teased Sister Yumei's tongue again and again, sucking on her sweet saliva, until… my tongue felt a little numb before I reluctantly stopped.

"You're just like a greedy child," Sister Yumei looked at me tenderly, her slender hand gently stroking my face, almost giving me the illusion that Ling had returned. Sister Yumei reached out and pulled me down to lie down, then nestled her delicate body into my arms. I didn't urge her, but simply held her gently. After a moment of silence, Sister Yumei said softly, "Yulin, I'm sorry, I couldn't persuade Yingying. I mean, I mean the fact that Yingying has fallen in love with you."

"How could this be?" Although I had already guessed the outcome, I was still somewhat confused. Judging from what had just happened, it seemed as if Sister Yumei had been persuaded by Yingying, which was the reason for my confusion.

"Kids these days, so precocious it's frightening. Unlike us back then..." Sister Yumei said with emotion, "Yingying said something to me: 'Loving someone doesn't need a reason, and no one can stop you.' That one sentence left me speechless, because it struck a chord with me. Falling in love with one's own father is certainly unacceptable according to ethics and morality, but more than ten years ago, me, a married woman, falling in love with you was also unacceptable to society. Putting myself in her shoes, I really had no reason to stop Yingying from loving you."

"So you mean you're just going to let her do whatever she wants?!" I couldn't help but feel anxious, and my voice unconsciously rose.

"Of course not," Sister Yumei explained softly. "Yingying promised me she wouldn't do anything out of line, so as long as you can control yourself, I don't think there will be any problems. After a few years, when Yingying grows up, she will meet someone she truly likes, and then everything will naturally be fine. However, Yingying also wants you to promise not to deliberately distance yourself from her. I'm promising on your behalf." "

What? How could you agree to such a condition? What if..." I was so shocked I almost jumped up. Having a daughter as delicate as a flower constantly by my side—it's no wonder something bad happens! If Sister Yumei hadn't woken me up this morning with her knocking, something might have already happened.

When Ling was alive, it was fine; I would never have had such thoughts. But now everything is different. Ling is gone, and I also know about my daughter's twisted love for me that goes beyond father-daughter affection. What if I act impulsively and lose control? How could I face Ling in the afterlife?

"If something really does happen... well, it's just fate, like how we ended up where we are today." Sister Yumei glanced at me, then said quietly, "Besides, I can't refuse Yingying. She told me that if you deliberately distance yourself from her, you might as well tell her to die. What will you do then if she goes around messing around outside?"

"Huh? This brat dares to threaten me?" I sat up abruptly from the covers. I know Yingying's temper; if I really push her too far, who knows what she might do? Sigh, I really wanted to give this little devil a good spanking, but then I thought better of it. It's not entirely her fault that things are like this today.

If we're going to investigate, it's all the fault of that driver who caused the accident. No matter what, I'll definitely find him.

"Yulin, things are already like this, don't be too upset. I believe you can handle it." Sister Yumei saw that I hadn't spoken for a while, so she sat up and looked at me with concern.

"Big sister, you don't know, I don't even believe myself anymore..." I smiled bitterly and told her everything that happened this morning. There was no need to hide anything anymore, and it was better for her to understand that things were much more serious than she imagined.

October 27th,

Chapter 3:

After listening, Sister Yu Mei frowned and pondered for a moment before asking, "Ying Ying doesn't know about this, does she?"

"Of course not, how could I tell her this?" I scratched my head with a bitter smile and said, "Ling's sudden departure was a huge blow to me. Having lost my last line of defense, I'm no longer the person I used to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have succumbed to temptation and done that kind of thing with you, Sister..."

"What's wrong? Do you regret it?"

Facing Sister Yu Mei's questioning, I shook my head and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "I never regret what I've done. I just hate myself a little..."

"Don't say anything more. I understand your pain." Sister Yu Mei gently cupped my cheeks and said softly, "Let nature take its course. If something really happened between you and Ying Ying, I can understand. But Ying Ying is still young. She absolutely cannot have a child, or she will be ruined."

"Sister, why..." I didn't expect Sister Yu Mei to say such encouraging words. This really surprised me.

Looking at me with a gentle smile, Sister Yumei said softly, "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Have you forgotten that I, like Ah Ling, teach foreign languages? During my university years, I read many original Western novels, including some that dealt with forbidden love within families. Unlike our view of it as a monstrous threat, they analyzed it more from the perspective of human nature and emotions, and were generally quite tolerant. In Greek mythology, there's the story of Oedipus killing his father and marrying his mother, do you know that?"

I nodded, then shook my head and said, "Oedipus committed his terrible mistake without knowing the truth, which is completely different from my and Yingying's situation. Besides, we live in China, a country with thousands of years of traditional culture..."

“You’re right, but our ancestors weren’t all saints.

Yang Guifei was the concubine of Emperor Xuanzong’s son, wasn’t she? And take ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ for example—weren’t there plenty of petty thefts in the Grand View Garden?” Sister Yumei patted my shoulder and said, “Yulin, I don’t mean to encourage you, I’m just advising you not to be so fixated on this. I don’t know if you’ve seen a TV series that aired on CCTV recently. The male protagonist in that series is in a similar situation to yours.”

Sister Yumei’s words struck me. I remembered that CCTV had indeed aired a TV series about ‘father complex’ not long ago. It was about a doctor who adopted a little girl with congenital heart disease and tried every possible way to cure her. When the little girl grew up, she wanted to marry the doctor who adopted her out of gratitude.

Although the father and daughter in the series weren’t biologically related, their situations were indeed similar to mine and Yingying’s. Seeing me deep in thought, Sister Yumei comforted me, "Don't overthink it. There's always a solution."

"I hope so," I shook my head with a wry smile, but I couldn't feel any relief.

I'm not a stubborn old-fashioned person; I'm willing to accept new ideas and things. I can even accept the phenomenon of 'older men marrying younger women' in today's society, but the idea of having a romantic relationship with my own daughter is something I simply cannot accept.

"Uh, Yingying, didn't you go to your classmate's birthday party? Why are you back this afternoon?" During dinner, I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"What's wrong? Are you still blaming me for waking you up from your romantic dream?" Yingying's mouth is really sharp; one sentence made both of them blush.

"You brat, this should shut you up now, right?" Sister Yumei blushed deeply and, embarrassed, quickly stuffed a chicken leg into Yingying's mouth. Yingying munched on a chicken leg with a grin, glancing at me and then at Sister Yumei, her face full of a mischievous grin. I really had no idea what was going on in her little head.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet." Afraid that Yingying would say something embarrassing, I reached out and tapped her on the head.

Yingying playfully stuck out her tongue at me, then pouted and said, "It's all because Xiaozhen's (Yingying's classmate Lin Wanzhen) sister said she was going shopping, and then she said she was going to sing karaoke tonight. I wasn't in the mood, so I had lunch at Xiaozhen's house and came back. Who would have thought that when I got back..."

"Uh, are you ever going to stop?" I saw that Sister Yumei's face was so red it was almost dripping with water, so I couldn't help but give Yingying a flick on the forehead.

"Dad, it hurts!" Yingying clutched the spot where she was tapped, making an exaggerated expression of pain, which made Sister Yumei and I burst out laughing.

Sister Yu Mei chuckled and scolded, "You little devil, you really know how to cause trouble. Come on, eat more, you'll have the energy to cause trouble when you're full, right?" Sister Yu Mei kept piling delicious food into Yingying's bowl. Perhaps in her heart, Yingying was no different from her own daughter.

"Dad, you should eat more too." Yingying also imitated Sister Yu Mei, piling food into my bowl. Looking at my daughter's precocious behavior, a bitter feeling welled up in my heart. If Ling were here, what a warm scene it would be for the three of us? Although the scene before me also gave me a warm feeling of 'home,' there was a strange feeling deep inside, an indescribable feeling.

"Oh, Yingying, you're really filial to your dad." Sister Yu Mei teased Yingying with a smile.

Yingying didn't seem to mind, giggling and saying, "Aunt Mei, are you jealous of this?"

"You little devil, don't talk nonsense." Sister Yu Mei blushed and glanced at me, scolding me with a shy expression. Yingying, like a victorious general, made a smug face at me before grinning and starting to eat. I shook my head with a wry smile, shrugged at Sister Yumei, and gave her a helpless look.

The meal went quite well, and after everything was cleaned up, Sister Yumei chatted with Yingying and me for a few minutes before leaving. I knew she was embarrassed to stay overnight, especially since Yingying had just caught them in their 'affair,' so I didn't ask her to stay.

Yingying, however, after seeing Sister Yumei off, came back and asked me, "Dad, Aunt Mei is shy and embarrassed to say it, why didn't you ask her to stay?" As she asked, she sat down next to me, put her arm around mine, and leaned her body against me.

"Yingying, Daddy wants to ask you..." I looked down at my daughter's innocent face as she leaned against me, and asked seriously, "Yingying, are you really not bothered at all by what's going on between me and your Aunt Mei?"

"Of course not..." Yingying shook her head slightly, closed her beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes, pressed her cheek against my arm, and murmured dreamily, "When Mom was still here, I was jealous that she took up most of your love. Now that Aunt Mei has suddenly come in, how could I not mind at all?" "

Yingying, we're father and daughter. There's no way you can have such a foolish thought." Hearing my daughter's almost naked words, I was at my wit's end, but I couldn't be harsh with her, so I could only patiently reason with her. Sigh, if an outsider were to walk in and see Yingying and me like this, they would definitely think that we, father and daughter, were having a heart-to-heart talk, little knowing that we were discussing an extremely taboo topic—father-daughter love.

"Dad, don't worry, I won't force you to accept it, but just like you couldn't stop Aunt Mei from having a crush on you for over ten years, you can't stop me..." Yingying's voice was very firm; it seemed she wouldn't give up until she hit a brick wall.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, looked up at me, and said, "Dad, Aunt Mei told me everything. She's a woman worthy of respect, so I hope you won't hurt her. I know you only have Mom in your heart, but I still hope you can spare a little heart to accept Aunt Mei and...me..."

A blush appeared on Yingying's face when she said the last "me," but she still boldly met my gaze. Oh my god, how could I have such a bold and unrestrained daughter?

"Silly girl, I don't even know how to tell you this. I'm glad you can accept your Aunt Mei, but I really can't... otherwise, how can I face your mother?" I smiled wryly and patted Yingying's head. I really couldn't do anything with this stubborn daughter. Perhaps a stern reprimand would be more effective, but what if she really went out and messed around? Wouldn't that be even worse?

"Loving someone isn't a sin. I think even if Mom knew, she wouldn't blame me," Yingying buried her head in my chest and said softly. "Dad, I'm not a naive child anymore. I know what I'm thinking and what I want to do, so I won't give up easily." I shook my head and smiled bitterly. What else could I do but smile bitterly?

"Dad, I want to move back home," Yingying suddenly said after a moment of silence.

"Huh? You're doing so well at boarding school, why do you suddenly want to move back?" To cultivate my daughter's independent living skills from a young age, and because my one-bedroom apartment couldn't provide her with a separate bedroom, Ling and I had her board at school since she was twelve and started middle school, even though the school wasn't too far from home.

My heart was pounding with anxiety at her sudden request to move back home. On the one hand, I had just had an intimate encounter with Sister Yumei. If Yingying moved back in, it would inevitably cause a lot of trouble for both of us. Like today, if Yingying hadn't been home, I think I would have likely let Sister Yumei stay overnight. On the other hand, I'm not confident in my self-control right now. If Yingying keeps asking to sleep with me, won't something bad happen sooner or later?

"Mommy's not here, I want to spend more time with you, Daddy," Yingying said in a coquettish tone. Seeing that I didn't react, Yingying shook my arm anxiously and said, "Dad, please say yes, okay?" As if afraid I wouldn't agree, she continued, "Dad, don't worry, I won't interfere with you and Aunt Mei's intimacy. At worst, when you sleep with Aunt Mei, I'll just sleep at Aunt Mei's house." Oh my God, is this something a thirteen-year-old girl would say?

"You child, aren't you ashamed to say that?" To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed, but Yingying acted as if she were talking about something very normal, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said.

"What's there to be ashamed of? Two people in love will naturally do those things. I've seen you and Mom do it before, haven't I?"

Yingying's words almost made my jaw drop. Seeing my stunned expression, Yingying realized she had let something slip and blushed a little embarrassedly, saying, "You two didn't close the door properly, and you were making so much noise. I was just woken up and out of curiosity... I only peeked..."

Oh, I felt my face burning like it was on fire. I never imagined that Yingying would see my passionate moment with Ling. I felt utterly ashamed. I originally wanted to refuse my daughter's request to move back in, but considering her stubborn nature, I gave in.

I awkwardly helped my daughter up from my arms, gently scolding her, "You silly child, I'm embarrassed for you... Okay, if you want to move back, then move back, but you have to promise me one thing: your grades can't drop. If you keep daydreaming and it affects your studies, then you'll have to go back to boarding school, understand?"

"Okay, thank you, Dad, I promise I won't let you down." Yingying jumped up happily when she heard me agree, planted a hickey on my cheek with a 'tsk' sound, and then ran towards the bedroom door with a giggle, "Dad, I'm so happy, I'm going to make the bed now." She suddenly stopped at the bedroom door, turned back and smiled sweetly at me, "Dad, I want to share a bed with you tonight, you can't object, because we already slept together last night, right? Hehe..."

"Oh God, save me..." I prayed silently as I watched Yingying's petite figure disappear through the bedroom door. This little devil seems to have me wrapped around his little finger, yet I'm hesitant to be too harsh on her because of her 'blackmail' (referring to the threats she made to Sister Yumei). Looks like I won't be getting a good night's sleep tonight, I thought to myself.

"Achoo!" I sneezed, waking up with a start. Before me was my daughter Yingying's mischievous smiling face, and a strand of hair in her hand.

This little devil! Last night, I tried to reason with her, telling her that a girl her age shouldn't sleep with her father anymore, but it was all in vain. One glance from her teary eyes softened my heart, and I had no choice but to agree to her request to share a bed with me. This little devil wasn't shy at all; she clung to me like an octopus, and then quickly fell into a sweet sleep.

My daughter Yingying fell asleep quickly, but I barely slept a wink all night. Imagine, a young woman's body, exuding a delicate fragrance, nestled in your arms, her small, exquisite breasts pressing against your chest through her thin nightgown—how could you possibly sleep? Poor me, the father, didn't dare move an inch, practically keeping my eyes open until dawn before finally drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, I was woken up shortly after by this little devil's hair.

Naturally, I was very unhappy: "You little devil, why won't you let me sleep? I just closed my eyes for a bit, and you come and disturb me."

"Hehe, Dad, you're such a lazybones! It's already past eight o'clock, haven't you had enough sleep yet?" Yingying was completely oblivious to her behavior, instead putting on a pitiful face. I was truly exasperated with her.

It seemed there was no way I could continue sleeping, so I sat up grumbling, "Yingying, to let Dad get a good night's sleep, you'll have to sleep alone from now on."

"Hehe, Daddy, I'm so happy you said that." Yingying giggled, leaned over and kissed my cheek, then explained to my confused face with a sweet laugh, "Because it means I still have some attraction for Daddy, otherwise why would Daddy be so excited that he couldn't sleep? Daddy, don't you think so?"

"What?" Faced with my daughter's bold words, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. I could hardly believe that these words came from my thirteen-year-old daughter. Kids these days are so precocious, it's terrifying. I even felt a chill run down my spine.

"Dad, you look so silly right now." Yingying giggled, not blushing at all for her words. Then she said something even more unimaginable: "...But, silly is so cute...hehe..." Yingying clicked her tongue and planted another hickey on my cheek, then jumped off the bed with a string of silvery laughter, giggling as she "escaped" into the bathroom to wash up. I sat on the bed blankly for several minutes before finally getting dressed and getting out of bed with a wry smile.

A knocking sound came from the living room door. I knew it must be Sister Yumei. Sure enough, when I opened the door, I saw Sister Yumei standing there with a breakfast box. I quickly welcomed her in. After she placed the breakfast on the table, she looked at me and suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh as bright as a blooming peony, which startled me.

"Come on, look in the mirror," Sister Yumei said with a coquettish laugh, pulling me to the mirror on the living room wall. When I looked at myself, my face flushed red. There were two clearly visible lip prints on my cheeks. No wonder Sister Yumei had laughed at me. Seeing Sister Yumei's ambiguous expression, my face turned even redder. I frantically wiped my face, which made Sister Yumei laugh again. I didn't say anything. Any further explanation would only make things worse, so it was better to say nothing.

After washing up, the three of us sat down at the table for breakfast. Sister Yumei kept glancing at Yingying and me with suggestive eyes, making me feel incredibly embarrassed. Yingying, the "culprit," acted as if nothing was wrong, nonchalantly filling her stomach, occasionally giving me a sweet smile, which only made Sister Yumei chuckle even more.

I felt incredibly uncomfortable, hastily stuffing a few buns into my mouth, quickly drinking some soy milk, then stood up and said to the two women, "I'm going to investigate some clues related to the car accident today. I probably won't be back for lunch, so don't wait for me."

"Dad, I want to go with you!" Yingying cried out like a child, wanting to come with me.

"What are you going with me for? I don't want a little tagalong." I flatly refused Yingying's request. Seeing her pouting and sulking, I couldn't help but smile. "Look at you, you could hang an oil bottle on your lips! Didn't you say you were moving back? Well, today's the perfect opportunity to go to school and pack your things, right?"

"Okay then." Yingying nodded somewhat reluctantly, which made Sister Yumei laugh. "Yingying, you're already inseparable from your dad now, what will you be like later?"

"Aunt Mei, you're so mean, teasing me again..." Although she was very confident when we were alone, Yingying still lowered her head shyly in the face of Sister Yumei's teasing. Her little face was flushed, like a ripe red apple, making one want to pounce on it and take a bite. I shook my head vigorously, forcibly banishing the pointless thoughts from my mind. I sighed inwardly, the allure of a shy young girl was truly no less than the charm of a mature woman.

First, I placed a missing person ad in the newspaper, then I went to several taxi companies in the city to look for clues about the taxi driver who took Ling to the hospital that day. Although I didn't find anything, the managers of several taxi companies all said they were willing to help. After nearly a day of running around, I dragged my tired body back to school. Remembering that I still owed the "Drunken Dream" bar money, I turned and walked towards the bar.

"Welcome, oh?" I pushed open the door and walked in, meeting the bartender behind the counter. It seemed she recognized me. I looked around and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, there wasn't a single customer in the bar, which avoided the embarrassment of speaking in front of everyone.

"Um... Miss... do you remember me? I was drunk that day and underpaid, and then I forgot to come back." I took out a ten-yuan note a little embarrassedly and handed it to the bartender with a red face.

"It's you? How could I forget? You've said twenty yuan when it was five! This is the first time I've ever encountered a customer like you." The waitress smiled and came out from behind the bar, taking the money from my hand.

"I'm sorry, I really drank too much that day," I said somewhat embarrassedly. "I have something to do, I'll be going now." "

Ms. Liu, since you're here, why not have a drink before you leave?" the waitress said with a smile.

I was taken aback and looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know my surname is Liu?" I hadn't looked closely at the bar owner last time, but today, upon closer inspection, I realized she was quite pretty, probably around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, in the prime of a woman's life.

She didn't answer me, but went behind the bar, poured two glasses of draft beer, and brought them out, smiling at me. "Ms. Liu, please sit down and let's talk. It's on me today."

I sat down, full of suspicion, wondering what this girl was up to. She placed a glass of draft beer in front of me, then picked up another one for herself, took a sip, and looked at me before saying, "Actually, it's not surprising that I know your name. My bar is so close to the school that students often come here to drink secretly. I found out from them. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Yijing, and I'm the owner of this bar..." I said "Oh" and didn't say anything.

Zhang Yijing picked up her glass and took another sip, then said softly, "I've heard about your wife's situation. You must love her very much, right?"

I took a big gulp of my beer, nodded silently, and then asked in surprise, "Miss Zhang, it seems like you've done some research?"

Zhang Yijing shook her head and said, "No, not really. It's just that the other day I described you to a student who came to drink, and he told me a lot about you. That's how I learned that you came here to drown your sorrows because your wife passed away, and that's why I guessed you must have loved your wife very much."

I shook my head with a bitter smile, and said somewhat sadly, "But I still haven't found the culprit..."

Zhang Yijing asked in surprise, "Oh, what happened? Why haven't you caught the driver yet?" I shook my head and recounted my experience. I don't know why I told this to someone I had just met. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to find someone to confide in, or maybe Zhang Yijing's attitude made me feel at ease. Anyway, I couldn't explain it to myself.

“I see…” Zhang Yijing nodded in sudden understanding, pondered for a moment, and then smiled and said, “Don’t be discouraged, I believe you can definitely find the murderer.”

“I hope so.” I took a sip of my drink and then asked, “By the way, Miss Zhang, how did you come up with the idea of opening a bar?”

Hearing my question, Zhang Yijing’s face darkened and she said, “Actually, this bar is opened by my mother. Because I didn’t want to be too far away from my mother, I didn’t stay in the big city to find a job after graduating from university, but came back to help my mother manage this bar.”

“Oh, what does your father do?” I asked curiously. The beautiful woman in front of me seemed to have a lot on her mind.

“I don’t have a father.” Zhang Yijing’s words startled me. Seeing my puzzled look, she explained to me, “When I was very young, my father abandoned my mother and me. I was raised by my mother alone, so I don’t have the word ‘father’ in my memory. I can’t even remember what he looks like.” Oh, I see. No wonder she gave up the opportunity to work in the big city.

I fell silent upon hearing this. It seems everyone has their own painful stories. If she hadn't mentioned it, how would I have known that this girl, who always had a smile on her face, actually carried painful memories? After a moment of silence, I asked, "Are you used to working at this bar?"

"Of course not." Zhang Yijing lowered her head, took a sip of beer, and then said softly, "I studied computer science in university, but now I work as a bartender, greeting and seeing off customers with a fake smile every day. How could I be used to it? But to make my mother's life a little better, this sacrifice is worthwhile. Compared to the hardships my mother endured raising me, this is nothing. So I'm not dissatisfied with my current situation."

I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for this girl and sincerely said, "I didn't expect Miss Zhang to be such a filial daughter. That's truly rare."

“I think men like Teacher Liu, who are so loyal and righteous, are truly rare these days,” Zhang Yijing said with a bitter smile. “Most men these days are heartless and ungrateful, like my father, whose face I can barely remember. As long as he has a little money, he forgets who he is.” Hearing her “praise,” I couldn’t help but smile bitterly to myself. Ling had only been gone for a few days, and I was already involved with Sister Yumei. Could that be considered loyalty and righteousness?

“Miss Zhang, isn’t that a bit too extreme?” Sensing the girl’s somewhat cynical tone, I couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Excuse me for asking, but from your tone, it seems you’ve experienced some setbacks in your love life?” Her bitter smile stirred something within me, making me involuntarily ask this somewhat abrupt question.

Nodding slightly, Zhang Yijing said with a bitter smile, "I had a boyfriend in college. We were together for over two years, but during his summer internship the year before graduation, he got together with the daughter of a big company owner. He was assigned to that company after graduation, and I heard he's married to her now."

Although her tone was calm, I could still hear the bitterness in her voice. This wasn't the first time I'd heard of someone like her. In today's market economy, people are almost turning into profit-driven economic animals. Friendship, family, love, vows of eternal devotion—all seem so fragile in the face of naked greed.

Looking at the deep sorrow on the girl's face, I sighed inwardly and comforted her, "The world is making people increasingly selfish these days. Miss, try to be more understanding." While comforting her, I was thinking about a question: if Ling and I met in this kind of environment, would Ling still choose me?

“I’ve long since let it go.” Zhang Yijing took a big gulp of beer, then smiled and said, “By the way, I heard that Teacher Liu has a daughter. She must be very cute, right?”

“Cute?” I shook my head with a wry smile. “My daughter is very mischievous, always giving me, her father, a headache. Oh, right, she’s waiting for me at home for dinner. I should go.” I downed my drink, stood up, and said goodbye.

She followed me out of the bar, smiling as she said, “Teacher Liu, you’re welcome to come again sometime.”

“Okay, I’ll definitely come again,” I replied casually, and was about to turn and leave when I suddenly noticed that Zhang Yijing’s expression had become very strange. I followed her gaze and saw four or five young men walking towards us about twenty meters away. I frowned, because these men looked like idle, troublemaking thugs. Judging from Zhang Yijing's expression, it seemed she knew them. I asked in a low voice, "Miss Zhang, do you know them?"

Zhang Yijing shook her head slightly and said in a low voice, "I only recognize one of them. He caused trouble in my bar a couple of days ago and I kicked him out. He's probably here to cause trouble today." As she spoke, the group of thugs approached, and I could clearly see their faces. The one in the lead was a guy with a scar on his face who looked rather fierce.

"Teacher Liu, please stay here. I can handle this myself," Zhang Yijing whispered to me. Then she stepped forward and stood still, watching the five thugs approach without fear. She calmly said, "What do you want? If you want a drink, sorry, this bar doesn't welcome people like you."

"Oh, that's tough, brothers, don't you think?" the scarred leader said in a strange tone, then he and his four thugs laughed smugly, appearing extremely arrogant.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. How could a once-good society have become like this? Civic morality has collapsed, street thugs roam freely, the people are impoverished, and officials are bloated with greed. They've turned a good country into this mess, and the CCP still has the audacity to constantly use the term "representative of ××." I am utterly ashamed of their shamelessness, like a surging river, like the overflowing Yellow River, unstoppable.

"What exactly do you want?" Zhang Yijing coldly looked at the thugs in front of her, seemingly not taking them seriously. This piqued my curiosity, making me want to see how she would overcome this crisis.

"What do we want? Hahaha..." The thugs laughed wildly. Scarface looked at Zhang Yijing with a lewd grin and said in a vulgar way, "My brother came to your bar for drinks the other day, and you actually kicked him out without any courtesy. That's really disrespectful. If word gets out, how can I, as the boss, maintain my reputation in the underworld? I think this is how it works. I'm a man who knows how to treat women with respect. As long as you play with me, I won't pursue this matter anymore. What do you say, miss?" As he spoke, his hand moved in a rather lewd way towards Zhang Yijing's face.

"Why don't you go play with your mom?" Zhang Yijing's words were truly venomous, and her actions were equally swift. She dodged the scarred man's swagger with a slight sidestep, then swiftly turned and executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground. It was truly unexpected that this seemingly frail girl possessed such formidable skills.

"Ouch...you brat..."

"Big brother...are you alright..."

"Big brother...how are you..."

The four thugs hurriedly helped the grimacing scarred man up from the ground. The scarred man rubbed his wrist, cursing, and suddenly slapped one of the thugs: "Are you all dead? Go and teach that brat a lesson!"

"Bratty girl, you're asking for trouble! Brothers, get her!" One of the thugs called to the other three, and they all surrounded Zhang Yijing. Although I already knew from her skills that she had practiced karate, I wasn't sure how strong she really was. Besides, one man can't fight four men alone; she was a girl, and she could easily get hurt if she wasn't careful. I couldn't just stand by and watch.

"I'm ashamed for you guys. Several men bullying a girl, it's a disgrace to us men." I stepped out from the corner. The thugs had been focused on Zhang Yijing, and only now did they notice me.

Scarface sized me up and down, then said disdainfully, "Oh, who do you think you are? You think you can play the hero and save the day? Uncle, I advise you to save your breath. What if you twist your back? I can't take responsibility for that, haha."

"Sigh, young people these days really don't know how to respect their elders..." I shook my head and sighed, "Fine, since your parents didn't teach you how to be a decent person, I'll teach you today—" Before I could finish the word "you," I lunged at Scarface. Although I hadn't fought in a long time, I hadn't stopped practicing all these years, and dealing with this half-baked boss was more than enough. Almost at the same time I made my move, Zhang Yijing also yelled and started fighting with several thugs.

"Ouch—" With a scream, Scarface was kicked in the face by me and fell to the ground.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Two thugs ran over when they heard the noise and helped the disheveled Scarface up.

With a "pfft," Scarface spat out two bloody teeth, shoved away the two thugs supporting him, and cursed in a slurred voice, "Are you all dead?! Beat them up..."

"Yes, brother, don't be angry, we'll avenge you." The two thugs surrounded me.

I beckoned to them, "Good boys, come on."

"Fuck your mother, you dare hit my brother? You're tired of living." The two thugs viciously pulled out gleaming daggers from their pockets and pounced on me.

I dodged one of their attacks, then fearlessly faced another dagger thrust at me. Using my "disarming" skills, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it sharply. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "Ouch..." and the dagger clattered to the ground. I yelled, "Go on..." and kicked him aside. Almost simultaneously, the two thugs who were dealing with Zhang Yijing were also thrown to the ground, covered in dust and dirt.

"Come on, why aren't you coming anymore?" I said with a smile to the thug who was still standing. "You have a knife, don't you? Come and stab me."

"You...you...don't come any closer..." The thug's legs trembled with fear, much to my disappointment.

I ignored him and instead glared at the scarred man, saying menacingly, "Get out of my sight now, get lost!"

"We admit defeat, we're leaving..." The scarred man gave Zhang Yijing and me a vicious look, then slunk away with his four thugs, eliciting a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

I shook my head inwardly. There were probably nearly twenty people watching, yet not a single one dared to speak up. People these days are all about "minding their own business," extremely selfish, cowardly, and afraid of trouble. I simply couldn't understand how a bandit could make a busload of passengers hand over their valuables with just a dagger. Every time I saw such reports in the newspapers or on television, I felt sorrow for my nation.

If dozens of people are so weak in the face of a bandit wielding a dagger, how can you expect China to rise up in resistance if it ever faces foreign invasion? I can even predict that if China continues to "develop" as it does now, the Nanjing Massacre will be repeated in China decades from now, and this is not an exaggeration. A weak nation that only knows how to tolerate and retreat will sooner or later become the target of foreign oppression.

Ironically, shortly after Scarface and his gang left, several police officers from the local police station "timely" arrived at the scene, trying to intimidate us and take us back to the station for questioning. Fortunately, many onlookers stood up for us, and the police officers reluctantly gave up, warning us before leaving, "Don't cause trouble, or you'll be in trouble!"

"Dad, you seem unhappy?" When I got home, Sister Yumei and Yingying had already prepared dinner and were waiting for me. Seeing my unpleasant expression, Yingying asked with concern.

I said irritably, "I got into a fight, do you think I'm happy about that?"

"Huh? What happened?" Yingying and Sister Yumei both came closer to me, looking at me with concern. I felt a warmth in my heart, and reached out to embrace my two most important family members, one big and one small, gently saying, "It's nothing, I just taught a few hooligans a lesson."

I recounted what had happened, and after listening, Yingying tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Wow, this lady surnamed Zhang is so skilled! I definitely need to find a chance to spar with her."

"Nonsense, do you think your skills are a match for hers?" I tapped my daughter on the forehead, both amused and exasperated, and scolded her with a laugh, "You little rascal, I'm starting to regret teaching you martial arts."

"What's wrong with martial arts? At least I won't be bullied," Yingying pouted.

Hearing this, I fell silent, thinking to myself, "Yes, if that Miss Zhang hadn't learned karate, she'd probably be bullied a lot if she opened this bar." But then I thought, "When the Chinese were called 'Sick Man of East Asia,' the people were poor and starving. Now, although people's lives have improved and they've shaken off the 'sick man' label, they haven't shaken off their inherent tendency to worship foreign things and be weak and incompetent. Even if everyone practiced martial arts, it wouldn't matter. If a foreign invasion happened, many would probably still become traitors..."

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" My daughter's voice startled me from my reverie.

I shook my head and said, "Nothing. Oh, right, I'm a little hungry. Let's eat." My daughter gave a soft snort, clearly dissatisfied with my perfunctory answer. The understanding Sister Yumei gave me a deep look and pulled my somewhat unhappy daughter to the kitchen to get the dishes. Watching my daughter's petite figure recede into the distance, I thought to myself, "My dear daughter, you can't possibly understand how I feel right now. When you enter society one day, you'll know there's so much darkness in this world."

"Dad, is that Sister Zhang pretty?" The little girl's mood changed so quickly. Yingying was pouting and unhappy just a moment ago, but now she seemed perfectly fine, smiling as she asked me about Zhang Yijing.

"You silly child, why do you always ask such strange questions?" Sister Yumei interjected, somewhat surprised.

Yingying giggled and said, "How is this a strange question? This is a very, very important question."

Huh? Sister Yumei and I exchanged a glance, looking at our mischievous daughter with suspicion, wondering what she was up to. Seeing our puzzled looks, Yingying giggled, "If that Sister Zhang is very pretty, then wouldn't Daddy's act of bravery be considered 'hero saving a damsel in distress'? Who knows, Sister Zhang might even offer herself to me, then I'd have a stepmother! Of course, if Sister Zhang isn't pretty, then my worries are unnecessary." "

You little rascal, what 'hero saving a damsel in distress' and 'offering herself to me'? I think you've been reading too many romance novels," I said, finally losing my temper and giving my daughter a hard tap on the forehead.

The little imp feigned a wronged expression, clutching her throbbing forehead and pitifully pleading for help from Sister Yu Mei: "Aunt Mei, look at my dad! He didn't say anything wrong, why did he hit him?"

"Yu Lin, that's not right of you. Hitting children all the time isn't a good habit, and I think Yingying's words aren't without merit."

Wow, when did these two form an alliance? I looked at my daughter, who was making faces at me triumphantly, and said with a bitter face, "Big sister, why are you joining in with the little girl's teasing? I'm scared of you two."

Sister Yu Mei chuckled and said, "You haven't answered Yingying's question yet. What does that Miss Zhang look like?"

Sigh, women, they're really strange. They even care about the appearance of unrelated people. I really don't know what's going on in their heads. I gave them a disapproving look and deliberately said, "This Miss Zhang is very beautiful, almost as beautiful as Ah Ling when she was young."

"Oh, really? My mother was a famous beauty when she was young." Yingying tilted her head and thought for a moment, looking at me with some disbelief.

Sister Yumei smiled at me meaningfully, then said to Yingying, "That's easy, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"Yes, Aunt Mei is right, I'm going to go and have a match with this Sister Zhang." Yingying seemed to have made up her mind, and I shook my head helplessly. This little girl, let her go and experience it for herself, let her know what it means to be "there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding." I was sure she was no match for Zhang Yijing, but I still gave her a heads-up: "I don't care, just don't cry when you lose."

"Aunt Mei, look at my dad, he's already starting to side with outsiders. If that Sister Zhang really becomes my stepmother, will I even have a say in anything?" Yingying, that little devil, really knows how to cause trouble, winking and making faces at Sister Yu Mei, making Sister Yu Mei giggle.

"Uh, are you done yet? Why do you keep making such inappropriate jokes about unrelated people?" I was a little annoyed, glaring at Yingying. It seems I've really spoiled this little girl too much. When Ling was still alive, she definitely wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, because Ling was always very strict with her in every way, so she was very afraid of Ling.

"Dad, don't be angry, I was just joking." Yingying grabbed my arm and shook it, acting coquettishly. I couldn't keep a straight face any longer and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "I really shot myself in the foot! It's all my fault for spoiling you so much before. Now you're getting more and more unruly and disrespectful."

"Dad, don't say that! I won't do it anymore, okay?" Seeing my daughter's pouting and coquettish manner, I completely gave in, shaking my head with a wry smile.

Sister Yumei, who had been smiling silently, suddenly sighed. Seeing Yingying and me looking at her with confusion, Sister Yumei explained somewhat embarrassedly, "I suddenly thought of our Ruolan. She's too strong-willed and has a heavy heart. She likes to keep everything to herself, which always makes me a little uneasy."

"Sister, I think you're worrying too much. Ruolan is already an adult. I believe she can handle all kinds of problems on her own," I comforted her.

Sister Yumei nodded and said, "I know that children have to go their own way when they grow up, but as parents, we always hope that our children can have a smooth journey. It seems that I am no exception."

"Aunt Mei, how can you say that's vulgar? This should be called 'concern leads to confusion'!" Yingying, who was precocious, suddenly interjected.

Sister Yu Mei was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "You little rascal, you know quite a bit. It seems I was indeed overthinking things. Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's change the subject."

"A lighthearted topic?" Yingying tilted her head and thought for a moment, then looked at Sister Yu Mei with a mischievous expression and asked, "Aunt Mei, you must not have slept well last night, right?"

"Huh?" Sister Yu Mei was taken aback and didn't react for a moment. It wasn't until she saw Yingying's mischievous smile that she realized what she meant. Her jade-like face flushed red as she glared at Yingying and said with a laugh, "You little rascal, you're actually joking with your Aunt Mei."

"Hehe, Aunt Mei, how could I dare to joke with you?" Yingying looked at me with a playful smile, then smiled at Sister Yu Mei and said, "Aunt Mei, let me tell you, my dad didn't sleep well last night either." I couldn't help but glare at Yingying when I heard this, but she seemed not to notice and continued to say to Sister Yu Mei, whose pretty face was flushed, "Aunt Mei, can I sleep at your place tonight?"

“If you want to sleep with Aunt Mei, then come on over. Aunt Mei was just looking for someone to talk to.” Sister Yu Mei misunderstood, thinking Yingying wanted to sleep with her.

Yingying looked at me, pursed her lips, and smiled, “Aunt Mei, you’ve got it wrong. I meant for you to stay with my dad tonight, and I’ll sleep at your place.”

Sister Yu Mei blushed deeply upon hearing this. Her already slightly flushed face turned bright red, almost dripping with moisture. She stammered, “You child, how… how…” Sister Yu Mei lowered her head shyly, and from my angle, I could see that the roots of her ears were completely red. In comparison, although my face was also a little hot, my skin was much thicker, so I didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

"Hehe, Aunt Mei, you and Dad have already done that, are you still shy?" Yingying, this little girl, really knows how to be mischievous. Knowing that Sister Yumei is shy, she still persisted, "Hehe, Aunt Mei, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes, okay?"

"You child... really..." Sister Yumei's expression was a mixture of shyness and joy, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Hmm, I'm full." Yingying put down her chopsticks, stood up, and winked at me. "Dad, the ink at home is almost gone. I'm going downstairs to buy a new bottle."

Of course, I knew what she meant. I nodded to her, smiled, and watched her leave before turning my gaze to Sister Yumei, who was still shyly bowing her head. "Sister, say something!"

Sister Yumei raised her flushed face and glanced at me, saying shyly, "What do you want me to say? Don't you know how I feel? It's just that Yingying's antics are a little embarrassing."

"This child, I've spoiled her." I reached out and took Sister Yumei's hand, looking at her softly. "Sister, after a while, shall we register our marriage?" After all, Ling had only been gone for a short time, and it wasn't the right time, both emotionally and in terms of etiquette, to formally establish our relationship. But out of a man's sense of responsibility, I had to give Sister Yumei a definite promise.

Sister Yumei reached out and covered my mouth, shaking her head slightly. "Yulin, didn't I tell you before? This kind of consensual relationship doesn't require you to take any responsibility. Besides, that kind of formality is meaningless for us now that our children are grown. I know you're worried about gossip, but to be honest, I don't care what others say. Our being together isn't illegal; it's none of their business." After

a slight pause, Sister Yumei added, "Besides, I don't know what Ruolan will think when she finds out. Maybe she doesn't want to suddenly have a stepfather." Hearing this, I fell silent. Ruolan's attitude certainly showed consideration.

"Alright, stop worrying about this. Aren't we doing well now?" Sister Yumei suddenly looked shy and said to me with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Yingying was right. I really didn't sleep well last night. It's all your fault, you naughty guy, always floating around in front of me..."

"Big sister..." Hearing Sister Yumei's love words that could drive anyone crazy, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, as if my blood was about to boil. I gazed at Sister Yumei with deep affection and love, as if I wanted to forever engrave the image of this second woman in my life deep in my heart.

As if unable to bear my gaze, Sister Yumei blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "Why are you staring at me like that, as if you don't know me?"

I didn't speak, but reached out to put my arm around Sister Yumei's waist. However, to my surprise, she stood up and dodged away, which surprised and a little made me feel wronged. "Big sister, you..."

"Yingying will be back soon. It wouldn't be good if she saw us." Sister Yumei said earnestly, "Although Yingying has accepted me, we still need to be careful in front of her to avoid upsetting her." I nodded somewhat ashamed; her concerns were indeed reasonable. Seeing my embarrassed and silly scratching of my head, Sister Yumei burst into laughter, a laugh as beautiful as a blooming flower, captivating all who saw it.

In the stillness of the night, I sat wrapped in the blanket against the headboard, gazing down at Sister Yumei nestled against my chest, my heart overflowing with tenderness. Involuntarily, I called out, "Big Sister..."

Sister Yumei tilted her slightly flushed face up, her gaze, filled with deep affection, fixed on my face. Her small, red lips parted slightly, uttering melodious words: "You've been calling me Big Sister for over ten years, haven't you had enough?"

I lowered my head and pecked her alluring lips, asking with a soft laugh, "Then may I call you Sister Mei?" As I said this, I knew Sister Yumei had successfully secured a place in my heart. It seemed I wasn't a good man after all; Ling had only been gone a short time, and already a second woman had appeared in my heart.

"Call me whatever you want, I'll love it." Sister Yumei wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her face up slightly, offering her small, red lips to me. A warm breath sprayed from her small mouth onto my face. My heart surged with excitement, and I lowered my head to seal her small mouth with mine, while my tongue also invaded her unguarded little mouth.

Sister Yumei responded passionately, her smooth tongue slipping into my mouth and entwining with mine. Her arms around my neck tightened, her full body pressed tightly against my chest through her thin nightgown, her two high, firm breasts like sparks igniting a fire within me.

After a passionate kiss, I impatiently rolled over and pinned Sister Yumei beneath me, reaching to undo her nightgown. Sister Yumei lay quietly on the bed, letting me frantically remove her coverings. Her beautiful eyes, radiating desire, gazed at my face, her hands gently stroking my hair as she chuckled, "Look at you, why are you in such a hurry? I'm not going to run away."

Her tone was like a loving mother scolding an impatient child, instantly calming my eagerness. My hands moved even more swiftly, and soon her nightgown was gone, leaving only a black lace thong protecting her secret palace.

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