Mature women who love shopping

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One day in April, Jingzhu and I went to "The Place" to buy children's products. Seeing the Saza packed with people, we realized that Saza in Spain is equivalent to "Giordano" in China—a mass-market brand, but the merchants and media have promoted it as an "international brand," attracting vain, cash-strapped white-collar workers. There are many similar examples. It's because some Chinese people like to show off. Beijing's performance market is booming, why? Again, it's because they love to show off. How many people truly understand musicals or classical music? How many Chinese people actually enjoy Western food or whiskey? It's all about showing off.
While I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard a childish voice calling, "Daddy, Daddy." I turned around and saw it was Xiao Zichun, my daughter with my ex-wife Sijin. "Daddy, why aren't you home? Who's this auntie? I've never seen her before." The people around us immediately understood what was going on and looked at us. Sijin rushed over, nagging, "Zichun, running around again, watch out for the big bad wolf." Seeing Jingzhu and me together, her face turned pale, and she tried to pull the child away. The child, oblivious to the adults' expressions, said, "This is Daddy, how come you don't recognize him?"
Jingzhu was also stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then strode away. I called out to her but couldn't stop her. Let her go; I can always comfort her when we get home.
I quickly went over and picked up the child, saying to Sijin, "Don't disturb the child, Sijin. We can talk about this later." I teased the child, "Little darling, I'm sorry, Daddy was busy with work and didn't have time to see you. I'll come today."
"Then I won't let you leave! My mom keeps saying you're dead, but you're not dead, are you? Mommy's lying!" The child spoke the truth. Looking at Sijin, whose expression remained unchanged, I thought, "That girl is really ruthless.
" I took them to "Hai Die Hong," called the nanny to pick up the child, and decided to have a serious talk with Sijin.
"Sijin, I don't blame you for saying that to me, but you shouldn't have told the child that." She turned her head to the side, trying to control the tears in her eyes.
"Do you still remember the promise you made to us? I feel like you've long forgotten it. When someone else pursued me, you made a scene, and now this guy won't even talk to me. Are you satisfied now? Yang Zidong, I hate you, I hate myself. How could I be so stupid? We just happened to run into each other today, so let's clear things up. If we remarry, I'll give you another year. If not, don't interfere in our affairs anymore. Let's put it in writing. How dare you go out with her? Aren't you ashamed? You're almost as bad as your mother. Do you know what people say about you two? It's so disgusting I can't even eat. I'm ashamed for you." As she spoke, she finally burst into tears.
“A year is really too short, two years, just two years. Sijin, I know it's not easy for you, and it's not easy for me either. You know, I can't sleep at night, thinking about you, thinking about the children, thinking about what you ate for dinner, whether the children are sick? Don't tease Jingzhu, she's had a hard time too, she hasn't enjoyed any happiness with me, she's a poor person, she's probably crying at home right now.” I pretended to be sad, trying to squeeze out a few tears, but failed. It seems my acting skills still need improvement.
“Sijin, I should go, maybe Jingzhu is trying to kill herself at home.” I stood up.
“Aren't you afraid I'll do the same to her, that heartless thing, just leaving like that, not caring about me anymore? I won't let you go, I don't believe she'll hang herself or take poison.” Sijin stepped forward and hugged me, pressing her face tightly against my back, refusing to let go no matter how I tried to persuade her.
“Sijin, I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately, I'm getting treatment, I'm not lying to you.”
“It's no use, nothing I say will work, I won't let you go.” I had no choice but to take her to the old base at Hengji.
I was so busy being anxious, but when I calmed down in the room, I realized Sijin looked quite beautiful. She was wearing the peach-pink Prada coat I bought her, and light brown leather boots. Her dancing legs were perfect for boots. The two sections of her full, white legs between her skirt and boots made my heart flutter. The lace of her lingerie was faintly visible on her ample chest, and my desire to explore was incredibly aroused. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her forehead was smooth, and her teeth were white and her lips were red. She was in the transitional stage from a young woman to a mature woman, like the short but beautiful autumn in Beijing.
"Sijin, it seems you can cure my illness. You look so beautiful today, really, much better than that old woman." As she spoke, she started to take off her clothes. Sijin had been undressed for too long, and she lay down on the bed without me lifting her. She rolled over and pinned me down, panting heavily. I was both amused and heartbroken. Life without a man is truly unbearable. We undressed as we exercised, taking off a piece of clothing after a while, and we didn't even finish undressing in the end. "...I haven't taken my boots off yet, ouch...stop...I'm suffocating." Si Jin mumbled, her mouth full of something.
"Take them off? This is what makes it exciting." Holding Si Jin's straight, white, and tender legs clad in leather boots, the movements were exhilarating.
Si Jin's body, honed by dance training, was supple and resilient, her poses full of artistic appeal, captivating me, making me lose my senses, and before I knew it, I had given myself completely. I thought to myself: I have to go all out today, it's been so long since we've had some fun together. Just as I was thinking of some new ways to play, helping Si Jin into position, we were just starting to get started when suddenly there was a rapid knocking on the door, "Yang Zidong, open the door, I know you're in there, don't play dumb, your car is downstairs." Damn! It was Jing Zhu's voice, oh no, she knows my business process, I need to make her happy before going to bed.
"What should I do, Zidong? It's all your fault! Don't move, don't move!" Sijin was almost crying, clinging tightly to me, trembling all over. She was so inexperienced with having an affair.
"Don't make a sound, it's okay, I'm here. If any old woman dares to mess around, I'll divorce her today." I comforted Sijin, still reluctant to stop.
"If you don't come out, I'll call 110, I'll call your boss, let them see your ugly behavior." I knew she was bluffing, and I had pushed her to the limit. Sijin was too much of a threat to her; she had always pretended not to notice things like this before.
I was afraid Jingzhu would get really angry and make a move, so I quickly ended it, urging Sijin to get dressed. I said to Jingzhu outside the door, "Old Ruan, what are you yelling about? I'm resting by myself." I was afraid someone was deliberately saying this to her.
I told Sijin to get herself ready, opened the door, and pulled Jingzhu inside. Luckily, no one else was there.
"Sijin and I were discussing child support. You barged in without even asking, scaring us. Sijin, you should leave." Still being stubborn, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air and our disheveled appearance said it all. The ex-wife and the current wife were finally facing off. I even secretly anticipated this ultimate showdown, but the scene of the two women meeting was too dramatic to be expressed in words, nor could it be acted out by anyone.
"Teacher Wan, you want to leave after you've had your fun? Wash up before you go. Zidong is clean." Jingzhu stopped Sijin.
"Oh! Teacher Wan is getting prettier and prettier! Those breasts are huge, you must have rubbed them until they're swollen. Oops, you're even staggering now. Zi Dong didn't know his own strength. You're a dance teacher after all; those slender white legs look so good in leather boots. I always said Zi Dong never lets me wear leather boots, it's all because of you! Teacher Wan, you wouldn't be teaching these kinds of courses to your students at the Military Academy of Arts, would you?"
"But I really appreciate your comforting words to my Zi Dong. I'm getting old, there are some things I can't keep up with you young people. How was it, Zi Dong? He came a few times. Oh, I forgot you two are an old married couple, you must be very experienced in that area. You seemed quite into it just now? Your makeup was all ruined, and your moans were quite alluring. I was completely mesmerized listening from outside the door."
"Zi Dong, you don't need to sneak around anymore. I understand. Also, just give Teacher Wan the agreed amount. We're not short of money. I support you; Teacher Wan is a widow and orphan, it's not easy for her. By the way, Teacher Wan, Zi Dong hasn't paid you yet, right? Here, I'll give it to you. If you're willing, I'll have Zi Dong take care of you, once a week, monthly payment, or even once a week. It'd be best if you wore your military uniform, with a skirt; Zi Dong really likes that." Jing Zhu said with a forced smile. These words came so suddenly that I didn't know what to say.
Vicious, so incredibly vicious. I don't know where Jing Zhu learned this trick; I can't believe she could be so cunning.
"Wah!" Si Jin finally burst into tears and ran out the door. I tried to pull her back, but Jing Zhu held my arm tightly.
"Wah!" Just as Sijin stepped out, Jingzhu burst into tears, unable to keep up the act any longer.
"Jingzhu, stop crying! What are you doing? Those words you said were so vicious! What if Sijin does something rash?"
"Waaah...waaah, I knew you guys were messing around here! You're shameless! If she does something rash, aren't you afraid of making me die of anger?" Jingzhu cried and hit me hard.
"Stop howling! Don't die, I'll fucking die!" I shoved Jingzhu away and tried to leave the room.
Jingzhu was frightened and grabbed me. She stopped crying, but still sobbed, saying, "You still think you're right? You've already done it, and I can't even say a few words? You're being unreasonable."
"Okay, okay, stop it. It's my fault, but what you said was too vicious. What if Sijin… When did you learn this trick? Impressive. This isn't like you. To be honest, I'm a little scared of you. Let's go home."
"No, I'm not going home. I'll sleep here tonight and show you how you treated her." Women can do things that are truly astonishing in an abnormal state. I slowly looked at her. Was she still the Jingzhu I knew? Was she still the kind and gentle older sister who never raised her voice and was always polite to everyone? "What are you saying? I'm
not lying to you. We just took our clothes off and you came. Don't be stubborn. Let's go home and perform." It was only with great difficulty that I managed to calm her down. As soon as the door opened, a group of waiters scattered like birds. "What are you looking at? You have no manners. Haven't you ever seen a couple arguing?" I yelled.
I called Sijin's house on the way. The nanny said she had just returned, her eyes swollen like peaches. I breathed a sigh of relief. She'd scared us so much; I couldn't let Jingzhu get away with it.
"Oh no! Sijin took sleeping pills! She's in the hospital being treated! I have to get there right away!" I said, feigning concern. "Really?
Zidong, please don't scare me! What should I do?" Jingzhu wrung her hands nervously, her face ashen.
"Looks like you don't know how serious things are until I scare you. Let's see if you dare do it again!" I laughed.
"You damn thing, you tricked me again! I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you still dare to be so smug!" Jingzhu was both amused and exasperated, and cursed at me.

The next day, I called Sijin, but she didn't answer, so I went directly to her house. She wasn't too reserved when she saw me; at that moment, she needed comfort the most.
"Sijin, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. Well, it just strengthens our resolve to remarry. Don't cry, it breaks my heart. Your eyes are swollen, how are you going to class?" Sijin nestled in my arms like a wronged child, crying incessantly. I kept wiping away her tears. Jingzhu was too vicious; no one could stand her.
We had lunch at Sijin's house. I specially cooked a few of my signature dishes to ease my guilt. After lunch, I stayed with Sijin and the child for a while before reluctantly leaving.
That evening, I received a call from Xinyi: she would arrive in Beijing the next afternoon, and her mother would arrive on the same flight. To prevent me from being overwhelmed, Xinyi and I made a pact: I would say I was going abroad and would return two days before her mother went back to Taiwan, claiming I was returning early to see her mother.
It truly was a case of one lie covering another; how dangerous our love was.
I left the key at the apartment management office with Xinyi and began my busy yet sweet life. I booked a short-term private room at the Great Wall Hotel, which was close to the apartment, so it was convenient.
Finally, the moment Xinyi knocked on
the door arrived. When Xinyi stood before me, I didn't believe she was really back. "Xinyi, you're finally back! You have no idea how I've spent the last two months. I thought about it every day, hoped for it every day, counting down the days. Well, those days are over now, let's raise a glass to this day!" I hugged her and spun her around twice, excited like a child. Xinyi was still as calm as still water, a faint smile on her face.
"Look, our books, the Taiwan edition, and the CD of classic old Shanghai songs you've always wanted, a newly restored edition from Taiwan's EMI company, it has all the 'Five Heavenly Queens,' and even Ge Lan's."
The traditional Chinese version looked antique, and the printing was even better; I couldn't resist kissing the book twice. Xinyi and I both love old Shanghai songs, but their CDs aren't available in mainland China. Looking at the familiar names on the kraft paper-bound CD: "Golden Voice" Zhou Xuan, "Silver Voice" Yao Li, Zhang Lu, Bai Guang, Wu Yingyin, Li Xianglan, Chen Dieyi, Chen Gexin, Ye Yifang, and others, I was incredibly excited. I quickly turned on the CD player, and a stream of melodious notes flowed out: "I Have a Love Story," "Wandering Oriole," "Picking Betel Nuts," "Eternal Smile," "A Bright Future," "A Good Spring Night," "Suzhou River," "Shanghai Nights," "The Wandering Songstress"—each song a classic, each one moving. The original versions were still the most enjoyable to listen to, possessing a unique simplicity, fluency, and natural freshness compared to the covers by Zhang Limin, Teresa Teng, Tsai Chin, and Xu Xiaofeng.
"Thank you for the gift, it's so precious. Xinyi, are you leaving again this time?" I asked, hesitant to, yet also wanting to.
"No, I'll continue running my psychological clinic, and of course, our writing," Xinyi replied.
"Then can I continue being your patient? I'm afraid you'll never be able to cure me in this lifetime." I felt a surge of joy inside.
Xin Yi and I talked for a long time, and I never expected there was another important task to be done—intimacy. But I couldn't keep her mother waiting too long, so I reluctantly took her back to her apartment.
The next day, I arranged to have dinner with Xin Yi, and she said she would wait for me at the clinic. When I arrived at the clinic, Xin Yi was talking to a Taiwanese actress and singer. This actress debuted in Taiwan, but wasn't very famous there. In recent years, she had developed quite well in mainland China, with one movie and one TV series after another. Sometimes she would even hold a concert. I won't comment on her singing skills, but her simple and refreshing tone was quite listenable, similar to Sylvia Chang and Zhao Jie, with a focus on light and simple melodies. She was also clean-cut and refreshing-looking. She wasn't the type you'd want to sleep with at first glance, but she was still quite pleasing to the eye, approachable and natural, and had no scandals.
"This is Yang Zidong, my friend. You should know him," Xin Yi quickly introduced when she saw me come in. I hadn't met Xiao Liu many times, so we couldn't really call ourselves acquaintances.
When I came in, several assistants gave me strange looks, whispering among themselves while glancing at me and occasionally covering their mouths to chuckle. It seemed they knew a little about Xin Yi and me. Well, so be it; it was bound to happen sooner or later.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you working? Who are you gossiping about?" I joked with a few of the girls.
"Nothing. Mr. Yang is here." The girls dispersed. "Mr. Yang, you've struck gold! He's got both talent and beauty; we should call you boss from now on," a cute little girl whispered in my ear as she passed by, playfully sticking out her tongue.
Seeing me arrive, they quickly ended their conversation, and Xiao Liu said goodbye.
"Is there something wrong with Xiao Liu? She seems quite cheerful," I asked on the way.
"Oh, didn't she and her music producer have this ambiguous relationship? She wants to break it off but can't bear to, she wants to continue but doesn't know if it can last. One is brave enough to give, the other cowardly enough to refuse, it's driving her to the brink of a mental breakdown. I advised her to forget it completely, a short pain is better than a long one." It seems every family has its own troubles. What is love in this world? What a bastard! The man's cowardly nature is on full display here. That avant-garde producer is also a talented man, with a very postmodern look. He could clearly write very popular songs but he doesn't. Amazing. It's a pity that such a good flower as Xiao Liu is wasted; she's almost dried up.
We can't forget the important thing today. Xin Yi has never been proactive or opposed to such intimate things. Her style is like a glass of plain water, comfortable and thirst-quenching, not tiring, not addictive, just like Xiao Liu's singing voice. She never shouts or yells, at most she hums softly. Even the most avant-garde poses seem like performance art. And she always showers right afterward, even if it means showering three times a night without getting tired of it. At her most fashionable, she'll only say one thing: "Zi Dong, hold me tight." Elegance to the core, gentleness to the very bone.
After finally getting her mother back to Taiwan, the old lady repeatedly told me to take good care of Xinyi. Remembering that Jingzhu's mother had said similar things, I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of sorrow and joy. To both of you, I'm sorry, I can only do my best. Watching the plane disappear into the distance, Xinyi lingered, tears welling in her eyes, a sight that broke my heart.
"Let's go, Xinyi, I'll remember what your mother said." We left the airport hand in hand, not letting go in the car, the car filled with tenderness, silent the whole way.
When we arrived at the apartment, Xinyi still held my hand, resting her head on my chest. I knew she hadn't yet recovered from the grief of her mother's passing, her sorrowful heart yearning for a warm harbor. We sat there silently, just like that.
“Xinyi, you should be happy for your mother. No matter what, she saw us together, and I think she went home satisfied.”
“Thank you, Zidong. You’ve done so much for me, making me feel that the world is still full of sunshine and warmth. I won’t shut myself away in my cold, lonely world anymore. Those fine raindrops and frost have all left me; my heart is now dry and clear, like March in Hualien. All of this is thanks to you; your passion and persistence have touched me. No matter what, I will never abandon you, and I’m willing to do anything for you. Even if you grow tired of me and leave me, I will still thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” Xinyi seemed to be talking to herself, yet also expressing her heartfelt feelings to me, her words filled with sincerity and tenderness.
At this moment, I didn’t want to say anything, and what could I say? Anything I said would be inappropriate, so pale. Those worldly thoughts vanished, leaving only a secluded realm of falling petals and flowing water, a tranquil and serene place. This world seemed so far away from us, those familiar people so strange; I felt nothing but our presence.

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