The Story of the Old Prostitute and Her Son in My Post

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My grandfather was from Shanghai, but my father wasn't sure if he was; even my grandmother wasn't sure! However, my father said that a Mr. Du from Shanghai used to be
quite successful, but unfortunately, his name was unlucky—"Yue Sheng" (月笙), meaning "moonlight," and "Sheng" (笙) means "nighttime," which is why he couldn't be in the light of day and had to go into the underworld. He wanted me to
be like , wealthy and powerful, but he didn't want me to be involved in organized crime like him. So he changed my name to "Ri Sheng" (日笙), hoping I would become an official.
I've become a manager; I'm currently the purchasing manager of an international trading group.
She probably noticed my confusion and continued, "Boss, to be honest, I have a sixteen-year-old son with intellectual disabilities .
As the purchasing manager of a trading company, socializing is unavoidable. Besides, I don't consider myself a very upright person; on the contrary, my biggest flaw is being
a womanizer. Logically, I should be very interested in prostitutes.
But quite the opposite, I've never been interested in them!" Every time I go to nightclubs or similar high-end venues, I always come and go alone, never bringing
any hostesses, hence the nickname "Alone."
Until about six months ago, one day I was hosting a group of clients from Asia. During the day, I took them to visit several factories, and after dinner, as usual, I invited them to
a nightclub . I don't know if it was because I drank too much, or if the weather was just too hot that day, but after dropping them off at their hotel, I didn't want to go home immediately, so
I wandered aimlessly around the vicinity.
It was almost one o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the street was about the same as during the day, except that the white-collar ladies from the daytime had all transformed into sexy
prostitutes. As I walked, several women approached me and started talking to me. I was getting quite annoyed, so I turned into a quiet alley to avoid further
chatter.
But as soon as I entered the alley, a figure... A dark, gloomy figure suddenly appeared. I initially thought I'd encountered a robber, and my drunkenness quickly wore off, causing me
to instinctively take two steps back. However, I soon realized that the person wasn't a robber at all, but just another prostitute looking for a client.
As my initial shock subsided, I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when I heard her speak first: "Boss, do you... do you want a companion? The price is up to you
, and you can even stay overnight."
Judging from her voice, she seemed quite old, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, another prostitute, and an old one at that!" But out of curiosity,
wanting to see just how old she was, I took another step back, using the streetlight's glow to carefully examine her.
In the dim light... I saw a middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, with a slender figure. Her long hair was casually clipped back with a hair clip. She
was looking the ribbon of her outdated floral dress, and I could vaguely see her body trembling slightly!
I focused my attention on her chest and noticed that her breasts were quite large, completely disproportionate to her petite frame. On a whim,
I stepped forward
saying to me in an almost accusatory tone, "What do you think you're doing?" "
You have the right to check the merchandise first! How am I supposed to know if your breasts are real or fake if you don't let me touch them?" It seems you... "I don't want to do business."
Before you go, please keep an eye on your precious son! He just ran off and stole our snacks. How are you going to settle this score?"
Hearing this, she immediately took two steps forward and said to me with a tone both serious and helpless, "Boss, feel it, mine
... mine is definitely full of real ingredients." This further confirmed that she had little experience in serving customers.
At this moment, the distance between us decreased significantly, and I could finally see her face clearly. She had an oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a pointed nose, and
thin lips, looking to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Although not a stunning beauty, she had a refined appearance and a mournful look in her eyes, giving her a pitiful air.
A unique kind of beauty.
Seeing her growing increasingly sorrowful, I could only hug her tightly and comfort her, saying, "We are destined to meet today. As long as you take good care of me, I will definitely not mistreat you!" I
then carefully looked her up and down, and a sudden thought occurred to me: "This woman seems refined and pretty. Why not patronize her and see
how good she is in bed? If she's good, I can just take her as my own. Anyway, those girls in nightclubs are almost all pretty but not very attractive! I can't possibly finish every time I
go out with clients with some kind of chanting and vegetarianism."
Unfortunately, my father married too late, and I wasn't born in the Qing Dynasty era. Despite my best efforts and hard work, I could never find an official position.
So, I pulled out a stack of about ten hundred-dollar bills from my large pocket and handed them to her, saying, "You look like you're new here, so I won't take advantage of you. The room
is a thousand, but let's be clear, I have quite a few requests, so don't come back later saying this isn't possible or that isn't allowed! If there are no problems, I
can pay first, and if I do a good job, I'll give you a tip."
She stared at the stack of bills in my hand, but didn't reach for them for a long time. I thought she thought it was too little, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so I coldly
said to her, "Ma'am, many of the girls upstairs don't even cost eight hundred for a room! Okay, name your price?"
Seeing her panicked expression, I found it quite amusing and couldn't help but laugh. She came out and said, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you? Are you afraid I'll kick your son out?"
She seemed relieved, forgetting to ask me if she was going to shower, and quickly closed the bathroom door. Then, seemingly afraid I would change my mind, she hurriedly...
Hearing this, she immediately said to me, "No, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to discuss with you, boss, if you need to stay overnight, could you come to my house? I
... I really can't stay out all night."
I found it strange, wondering if she had other intentions, and was about to say, "How can that be?"
I didn't dare leave him alone in the hotel for too long. "If it's convenient, could you please come to my place? I promise you, I... I will definitely take good care of you."
Seeing her pitiful... She didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives, and given my habitually reckless lust, I readily agreed to go with her. However, just to be safe,
she waited until I finished my phone call before leading me through a narrow alley. After about ten minutes, we arrived at a rather dilapidated, third-rate inn.
As soon as I entered, a guy—I couldn't tell if he was the owner or a clerk—greeted us rudely and loudly said, "It's good you're back. Next time you go out..."
She apologized ten times, saying she wouldn't do it again. But the guy wouldn't let it go; his foul mouth kept hurling insults,
and the language became increasingly vulgar! I saw her eyes redden from his scathing remarks; she was almost in tears.
I witnessed all of this, and suddenly realized that there was something indescribable about this middle-aged woman. I felt a strange mix of emotions—a desire to protect her,
yet also a yearning to toy with and torment her. In short, I felt a conflicting feeling, one that words could hardly describe.
And then there was that guy's dog-like face, his mouthful of yellowed, blackened teeth, and his vicious, spittle-flying manner. I couldn't help but get angry and decided to stand up for her.
So I deliberately took out a stack of bills worth about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, pulled out two 100-yuan bills in front of him, and threw the money in front of him, saying, "I only ate some snacks
. Now that I think about it, I feel useless and really ashamed of him, old man. The only thing that can comfort me is that although I can't become an official, I still..."
I've seen many guys like this, utterly contemptuous. Seeing how generous I was, he immediately changed his attitude, becoming all smiles and
saying thank you repeatedly. I was too lazy to deal with this kind of person and only wanted to get back to the room with the woman as soon as possible so I could see how well-endowed she was!
So without looking back, I put my arm around her ... She asked her to lead me to her room.
She seemed very grateful that I had saved her, and led me up to her room on the second floor, asking my surname along the way and saying I was a very good person. I told her my surname was
Du, but I wasn't a very good person; she didn't seem to believe me! She usually called me "boss," but after learning my surname was Du, she changed to calling me "Master Du." I laughed
and said, "I'm not that old, am I?"
So she quickly changed her address again, calling me "Young Master Du." I was about to ask her not to call me "Young Master," but in the end, I decided against it. I also asked her name, and
she said it was Feng Yulan. We chatted and strolled to the door, and she took out a key, bending slightly to open it. Standing behind her, I saw her
bottom slightly raised, and I couldn't help but... She reached out and touched it! She gasped softly, but quickly regained her composure, unlocking the door with her key. Then she
turned back smiled at me, saying, "Please come in. The place is simple, please don't mind."
The room was indeed quite simple, with only an old double bed and two dilapidated sofas (barely big enough to sit on). There wasn't even a TV
or a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room, so I didn't have to go outside to use the public bathroom.
I'm 20 years old, but when looking for a companion, of course I want someone understanding and to suit my taste! To be honest, I did too much when I was young, and now I'm a pure man-on-woman...
I walked into the bathroom and saw that Langling actually had a toilet and a white bathtub. But they are beautiful Dadaist artworks, I guess
I would enjoy them. However, nothing is absolute, and then such a person appeared in front of me!
I was both angry and amused, thinking: "So she's a newly minted old hen!" So, I pretended to be energetic and said to her: "Miss, you're out selling yourself, the customers are..."
I saw a very tall boy, wearing a faded tracksuit, lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely
unaffected by the old residue on the tub, even though he was sleeping with his mouth wide open!
I turned to look at Feng Yulan, pointed to the man in the bathtub, and asked her: "Your son? He's very tall!"
She nodded and replied: "He had a fever when he was little, and it made him..." "His mind is like that of a seven or eight-year-old child now." Then, in an almost pleading
tone, she said to me, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't wake up so quickly. It's too late, how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't
disturb us."
At first, I really didn't want him to stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear to refuse her. I could only make a nonchalant
gesture , indicating that I would do as she said.
I started to take off my clothes. "
So you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in sweat, even if you don't mind my manly smell, I can't stand it myself."
She then remembered that we hadn't showered yet, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and suddenly... Time looked completely bewildered. I thought to myself, if I'm
going to play the good guy, I should play it all the way. After all, I've already spent all my money, and I'm not sure what to do. So, I gently patted her shoulder and comforted her, saying
, "It's okay, just let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go and ask someone to book another room nearby, and we can go there to take a shower."
After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very emotional tone, "Young Master Du, you're so kind! I brought Erniu from the countryside to see the doctor,
and as for his mouth, we can just buy another one. Is that enough?" The doctor
hadn't cured him, and he'd spent all his money. He even owed his fellow villagers a large debt. Now, going back wasn't an option, and staying wasn't an option either. He was truly desperate, so he had to swallow his pride and
start selling himself. "Don't laugh at me, I've been standing on the street for almost twenty days, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous people treated me like a human being, only you
..."
I still made a call to my accomplice at the police station to let them know I was safe.
He was also someone who had left his hometown to earn money overseas. His wife wasn't around, and he'd long wanted someone to keep him company! Now it all depends on whether we get along."
I couldn't have made it clearer, but after hearing it, she seemed somewhat incredulous, muttering to herself, "I'm almost forty, not some
virgin . I have a mentally challenged son, and my mother and youngest daughter in the countryside. A family of four, how can we expect anyone to take us in! Just surviving is a miracle." "I'm content with what I have
."
I knew she was just venting her anger, so I spoke more bluntly to her: "Don't think I'm just bragging! Yes, in terms of age, you're about
the same , so you can't satisfy me. But with so many different things to do, even the younger girls ca
n't keep up, so I really want to find someone more experienced to keep me company, but unfortunately, I haven't found the right person yet."
Hearing me say this, she was probably filled with anticipation, so she impatiently urged me to find someone to book another room. Of course, I was also eager to experience
her skills in bed as soon as possible, so I rushed downstairs, found that repulsive guy from before, and asked him to book another room. Money makes things easier, and in
less a few minutes, I had her in my arms and led her into the next room.

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