Osmanthus honey

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Just past midnight, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor reached Lao Peng's ears. He knew
Wan'er was back, and his anxious heart finally calmed down. Since his son went abroad a month ago,
Lao Peng had been eagerly awaiting this rhythmic footstep. Only when Wan'er returned home could he
sleep peacefully.

Wan'er's name was Zuo Wan'er. She was a woman who needed ten hours of sleep a day; even an hour less would leave
her listless. Besides loving to sleep, Wan'er also loved to eat; her bedroom had three large drawers
filled with snacks. Logically, such a woman should be fat, lazy, and unpleasant. But strangely, Zuo
Wan'er wasn't fat at all. On the contrary, her waist was almost as slender as a willow branch, and Lao Peng didn't dislike Wan'er at all;
he cherished her like a precious jewel.

When his son first brought Wan'er to meet Lao Peng, Lao Peng suddenly felt twenty years younger. He patted
his son Peng Dongdong on the shoulder and said that if Wan'er became a member of the Peng family, he would give
him the lakeside villa as a wedding gift.

The lakeside villa was a special reward from the power company in recognition of Lao Peng's enormous contributions. Thanks to Lao Peng's
design, the power company's new substation transmission system saved the country 10% in power consumption. In addition to
the villa, the power company also awarded him a large sum of money. Wan'er also loved the lakeside villa built against the mountainside. Overjoyed, she developed
a great fondness for her generous and magnanimous father-in-law.

A month earlier, Peng Dongdong, a key technical member of the power company, went to Africa. On the day of their parting, the
newlyweds were heartbroken. Lao Peng vividly remembered Wan'er's poignant scene of "holding hands and gazing at each other with tearful eyes, speechless with emotion,"
and he liked his sentimental daughter-in-law even more.

To take care of Zuo Wan'er, Lao Peng resolutely submitted a report requesting early retirement. After review, the power company made an exception and
approved his request. Zuo Wan'er's parents were deeply moved upon learning this and urged her
to be filial to her good father-in-law. Zuo Wan'er promised her parents. For a month, Zuo Wan'er almost never left the house.
In her spare time, she planted flowers and plants around the villa. When the flowers bloomed and butterflies fluttered for nectar, Zuo Wan'er
's smile was more beautiful than the flowers she planted.

Actually, Zuo Wan'er didn't need to smile to make men swoon. She had an outstanding figure—the kind
of woman with a round, perky bottom and who always walked on tiptoe. Even the worldly-wise Lao Peng felt that Zuo Wan'er was different from others
. Being with Zuo Wan'er every day was like a holiday for Lao Peng. Every night before bed, every
smile, every frown, every angry gesture of Zuo Wan'er was a scene Lao Peng would reminisce about.

Old Peng knew that Zuo Wan'er had touched the deepest part of his heart, where his pent-up, unrestrained desires lay.
He felt a strange excitement mixed with fear, because Wan'er was his daughter-in-law, and no
matter how powerful his desires were, they had to be suppressed. He knew very well that if he wasn't careful, he would be ruined. So Old Peng tried his best to suppress his feelings for Wan'er. He served Zuo Wan'er

silently and devoutly like a loyal servant. For Old Peng, serving Zuo Wan'er also brought him spiritual satisfaction. However, emotions are like a ball; the more Old Peng suppressed them, the stronger the rebound. His heart was filled with unspeakable pain. 　　As for Zuo Wan'er, it only took her three days to go from being unaccustomed to being used to Old Peng's care. In the days that followed, Wan'er began to enjoy this care that was both fatherly and brotherly. From childhood, Wan'er had always been a princess—the princess of her family, the princess in the eyes of men. In her eyes, it was only natural for all men to fawn over her . However, Wan'er never expected Lao Peng to do the same. 　　After dinner, Wan'er told Lao Peng she was going to a friend's gathering, and Lao Peng readily agreed. Zuo Wan'er wasn't a little bird; she couldn't always be caged. She deserved a more fulfilling and colorful life. But seeing his charmingly dressed daughter-in-law about to leave, Lao Peng began to worry. He told Wan'er to come home early. 　　Wan'er, who hadn't left the house for a month, immediately grabbed Lao Peng's shoulder and said sweetly, "Dad, I promise I'll be back before midnight." 　　Wan'er kept her promise; she returned home just after midnight. Lao Peng smiled, a very satisfied smile. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　It was a sunny, breezy midday. Old Peng hummed a little tune from "Seven Captures of Meng Huo" as he went to the balcony. He carefully hung clothes on the clothes rack, and on the hanging clips, he carefully clipped a light blue bra and a pair of sheer panties of the same color. Having just washed the clothes, Old Peng was covered in water droplets. A ray of sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and shone on his face. He wiped the water droplets from his face with his strong, muscular arms, his bronze skin gleaming softly in the sunlight. Old Peng hummed more and more happily, his humming growing louder and louder. 　　"Dad, what are you humming? It's so noisy!" Unbeknownst to him, Wan'er had appeared behind Old Peng, rubbing her sleepy eyes. 　　"Ah, Wan'er's awake? Haha, Dad saw it's almost noon, you should get up, so I sang louder ." 　　Old Peng's face was full of kind smiles, but in the instant Wan'er rubbed her eyes, her cotton tank top didn't fully cover her firm breasts, and a small part of her round breasts accidentally peeked out. In that instant, Old Peng held his breath. 　　"Dad, I'm hungry." Wan'er yawned, seemingly still hungry, but the tempting aroma of food wafted into her nose. She couldn't help it; between two desires, she chose the lesser. Compared to being hungry, losing ten minutes of sleep was bearable. 　　"Dad's prepared the food, go wash your face and brush your teeth." Old Peng was a little embarrassed. He didn't know where to look. Wan'er had never paid attention to such details. Her exposed breasts weren't the only part of her body that was occasionally visible. When Wan'er was planting flowers, he could sometimes catch a glimpse of her rounded buttocks, especially when she wore hot pants. As for her shapely, pink, and flawless legs, he'd seen plenty of those. He just hadn't expected to see her breasts again. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, it was enough to make his heart flutter. 　　"Oh," Wan'er smiled, a sweet smile. She enjoyed this carefree life; she liked her new father. 　　Old Peng sighed. He noticed Wan'er wasn't even wearing slippers; she was barefoot on the smooth tiles.

Old Peng had told her many times that the balcony floor was slippery and she needed to wear shoes to go there, but Wan'er always forgot
. Old Peng could only sigh. Actually, he preferred to see Wan'er barefoot; he hoped to see her slip stockings into
her bound feet, but he had never had that opportunity, which was a great pity.

"Dad..." Suddenly, Wan'er, who had just left, ran back like a gust of wind.

"What's wrong, Wan'er?" Old Peng looked at the shy Wan'er, puzzled.

"Dad...you washed...washed my underwear again...I...I can wash it myself." Wan'er was
a little reproachful, looking at the underwear fluttering in the wind on the clothespins, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"Hehe, Dad just did it on the spur of the moment. If you don't want Dad to wash it, then Dad won't wash it next time." Old Peng
laughed heartily, a frank laugh that made Wan'er feel that Old Peng washing her underwear was just a normal thing.

"Dad said the same thing last time. I'm not blaming you, but other people's underwear needs to be washed very carefully; you can't use a washing machine
."

"Dad remembers. This time, Dad will hand-wash it..."

"Ah..." Wan'er's face flushed even more. She couldn't meet Lao Peng's burning gaze. No matter
how Lao Peng tried to hide it in his voice, he couldn't hide the strangeness in his eyes.
Wan'er wasn't stupid; even if she were, she could sense that Lao Peng's care for her had exceeded the responsibilities expected of a father. She
didn't know how to refuse.

In this spacious villa, Wan'er needed companionship and care. Lao Peng was undoubtedly
the best substitute besides her husband. He was witty, gentlemanly, and diligent. Wan'er felt very comfortable around him. However,
Lao Peng's increasingly excessive behavior made Wan'er start to worry. What was she worried about? Wan'er dared not think further.

Lunch was plentiful, with purple ginger duck, squid stir-fried with oyster sauce and scallions, minced meat and pumpkin cubes, Mapo tofu, cucumber slices with minced garlic
, and a large glass of osmanthus honey. Wan'er was overjoyed. She loved a balanced diet of meat and vegetables, and Lao Peng easily figured out
her preferences. Although it was just home-style cooking, Lao Peng's skillful hands made the dishes taste exceptionally
good. Wan'er ate with gusto, her face beaming. At that moment, Wan'er forgot all her worries, and she even
generously praised Lao Peng's cooking skills.

Lao Peng was already tired of Wan'er's praise; he didn't need it. He just wanted Wan'er to be happy
. A month ago, Lao Peng started washing Wan'er's underwear. When Wan'er found out, she reacted strongly, even getting a little
angry. But a month later, Wan'er's reaction was completely different. She only gently complained, which made Lao Peng very happy
, much happier than when Wan'er praised his cooking.

"Dad, how about we open a Peng Family Restaurant? You can be the chef, and I'll be the cashier...hehe..." Wan'er
giggled, sucking her fingers.

"Hmm, that's a good suggestion, but Dad needs someone to wash the vegetables." Old Peng nodded in agreement.

"Dongdong, Dongdong is the best helper for you. This is called... this is called a father and son fighting side by side... tsk
tsk..." Wan'er simply didn't use chopsticks and picked up a piece of pumpkin cube with her hands.

In her old home, Wan'er's parents would have scolded her loudly, but Old Peng never complained. Wan'er
ate however she wanted.

The sweet pumpkin juice mixed with the minced meat flowed onto the back of Wan'er's index finger. She simply put her index finger, along with the pumpkin cube, into
her cherry-like mouth and sucked on it, making tsk tsk sounds.

"Dad still needs a taster, a dishwasher, a prep cook, a porter..."

"Then we'll go hire people."

"Hiring people won't make it Peng Family Restaurant. To be called Peng Family Restaurant, everyone inside and out must be from the Peng family."

"Huh?" Wan'er's eyes widened: "Does that mean we have to invite all my uncles and aunts?"

"Not necessarily, as long as Wan'er has a few more children... haha..."

"Dad..." Wan'er got angry, but her eyes were full of laughter: "I don't want to have children so soon
."

"Why?"

"I... I'm still young... I still need Dad to take care of me, how can I take care of children? And having a few more, hmm
, after having children, Wan'er will become a very ugly old woman."

"Dad isn't forcing you to have children. Women should enjoy married life more. When Wan'er wants children
and doesn't need Dad to take care of her anymore, Wan'er can decide, okay?"

"No, I like Dad to take care of me, Dad, you can't get old!" Wan'er said loudly and coquettishly.

"Haha... If Dad wants to take care of you, you'd better listen to Dad."

"I will, Wan'er is the best girl."

"Then promise Dad you won't come back too late from now on. It's not that Dad objects to you going out, it's just that you
come back too late, and Dad gets worried."

"Worried about what? Wan'er is your daughter-in-law now, how could she get kidnapped?"

"There are a lot of bad people these days, Dad has to worry. If you get kidnapped, Dad won't be able to explain to Dongdong
."

"Okay, okay, I promise Dad I'll be home before 11 pm tonight."

"Going out again tonight?"

"Yes, a classmate's birthday party tonight..."

"Sigh! Okay, Dad will eat alone." Old Peng said sadly.

"Hehe, Dad, don't be like this, okay? Wan'er has already promised someone, it's not good to break a promise. Tomorrow
, Wan'er will go fishing with Dad. I heard there are lots and lots of fish in the lake, tomorrow I'll go with Dad to catch ten or eight
, and then Dad will make braised fish, boiled fish, spicy and sour fish, vinegar fish, sweet and sour fish for Wan'er to eat...hehe
..."

"What nonsense?" What could Old Peng say? He could only smile bitterly.

*** *** *** ***

Wan'er left early, Old Peng was very disappointed. Thinking that Wan'er loved to drink osmanthus honey, and there wasn't
much osmanthus honey left at home, Old Peng decided to go to Old Zhu's place to ask for some more.

Old Zhu's name was Zhu Wei. He wasn't actually old, about the same age as Old Peng, but he was thin and had a
somewhat sleazy appearance. Years ago, he was fired from the power company for hooliganism and almost sent to the police station. Thanks to Lao Peng's
intercession, Old Zhu was spared imprisonment. He was extremely grateful to Lao Peng and would do his utmost to help him whenever needed.
Helping out, not long ago, Old Zhu even gave Old Peng some osmanthus honey, a specialty from his hometown. It's said that osmanthus honey not only nourishes the skin but also
clears heat, lowers blood pressure, and relieves phlegm and coughs, making it perfect for Old Peng to drink. However, Old Peng rarely eats the osmanthus honey himself, mostly giving
it to Wan'er.

Wan'er used to have acne, but after drinking osmanthus honey by chance, her acne miraculously disappeared completely
, even her pimples vanished, making her even more beautiful and charming. From then on, Wan'er drank osmanthus
honey like water, and Old Peng was happy to see Wan'er frequently asking him for favors.

"Old Zhu, what are you busy with?" Reaching the entrance to the villa area, Old Peng saw the thin Old Zhu fiddling
with a brand-new electric scooter. The villa area was vast, and the gatekeepers used these environmentally
friendly electric scooters for patrolling. At first, Old Zhu found it novel, but after a while, he became proficient at driving it himself.

"Ah, what a coincidence! I was just about to go to your house, and here you are! Looks like we're on the same wavelength
!" Seeing Lao Peng arrive, Old Zhu was quite excited. He quickly got off his electric scooter and ran towards Lao Peng.

"What's got you so excited? Did you find some money and want to treat me to a drink?" Lao Peng chuckled. Although Old Zhu had
a sleazy appearance and a bad reputation, he was quite to Lao Peng's liking. Seeing that Old Zhu was getting on in years and still
doing manual labor at the warehouse all day, Lao Peng felt sorry for him and asked someone to help him get this security guard job
. It was well-paid and the work wasn't hard.

"Do I need to find money to buy Old Peng a drink? You can drink whenever you want, the wages here
aren't bad. Look, we got a cooling allowance the day before yesterday! Sigh! I've lived this long, and this is the first time I've ever received a cooling
allowance. Sigh, I really need to be grateful to you in this life, and if I don't, I'll be grateful in the next
."

"Alright, alright... just do your job well, that's enough to thank me. By the way, do you have any osmanthus
honey?" Old Peng couldn't stand it anymore; helping Old Zhu find a job was just a small favor.

"Yes, I have as much as you need, old brother. If it's not enough, I'll call back to the countryside and have my family send another
hundred or two hundred catties."

"Hehe, I don't need that much, just two or three catties will do."

"Okay, I'll deliver it to your house later. But, hehe, old brother, don't rush for the osmanthus honey, I have something else
for you." Old Zhu suddenly became mysterious.

Old Peng was taken aback. From Old Zhu's lewd gaze, Old Peng seemed to understand something: "Good news? You mean
..."

Old Zhu nodded smugly: "Yes, I just got a call. Room 311 at the Guangning Hotel. I've met her.
She's hot, sexy, and clean. She's a cotton mill worker, just laid off. I've arranged everything. You can
go now, brother. Hehe, when you get back, you have to tell me what happened."

"It's good that she's like you said. Don't be like the last one, one breast bigger than the other..." Seeing that no one was around
, Old Peng couldn't help but laugh and curse. In all his years as a widower, Old Peng hadn't lacked women. It was all
thanks to Old Zhu. He had secretly found many women for Old Peng, old and young, tall and short, but Old Peng
wasn't interested in any of them. At most, he would pay some money after having sex, which was not much different from prostitution.

"This time the woman is absolutely top-notch, I, Zhu Wei, guarantee it." Old Zhu patted his chest to guarantee.

Old Peng was skeptical, but seeing Old Zhu's confident demeanor, he was tempted. Since Wan'er
wasn't home today, he was happy to go out and have a taste of something better: "Well... then I'll go check first. Old Zhu, you can pack up
the osmanthus honey while you're at it, I'll take it with me when I come back... Oh, is it room 311 of the Guangning Hotel?"

"Yes, thinking about osmanthus honey at a time like this? Are you kidding me? Hehe, hurry up
, don't keep the beauty waiting. The price is up to you, hehe..." Old Zhu winked and grinned mischievously.

"Okay." Old Peng walked away with a smile. Judging from his gait, he didn't look like a man in his fifties at all
. But after a few steps, Old Peng turned back: "By the way, Old Zhu, if you see my wife come back,
be sure to call me, remember?" Old Peng was worried that if Wan'er came back early and no one was home, she would be very upset
; she hated being home alone.

Old Zhu wanted to laugh; this Old Peng actually had some concerns: "I just saw your wife go out, and a car
picked her up. She shouldn't be back so soon. Go and have some fun."

Old Peng was stunned: "What? A car picked up my wife?"

Old Zhu nodded: "Yes, it was a pretty high-end blue car. It was the same car that took your
wife home last night. What's wrong? Didn't you know?"

Old Peng's face twitched a few times: "Who was in the car?"

Old Zhu frowned, answering with some worry: "It was a very handsome young man. Oh dear, Brother
Peng, you have to be careful. Your son went to Africa, and your daughter-in-law must be lonely at home alone." " It'll be tough,
you'd better be careful... sigh... this... this, I thought your older brother knew about this."

Old Peng's face turned ashen, his sinister eyes almost murderous. He stared at Old Zhu and asked, "
How many times have you seen him?"

Old Zhu thought for a moment, "Last night and just now, only twice. I guess it's just the beginning. Last night
when he brought your wife back, this man and your wife were quite affectionate, and your wife kept smiling."

Old Peng's mood was at its worst. The thought of having a good time vanished without a trace. His hands
clenched into fists. Having lived for decades, Old Peng understood Wan'er's current situation and state of mind. Whether for his son
or for himself, he could not let Wan'er commit adultery. Once a woman's heart is wild, it's hard to take it back.
No matter the cost, he had to keep Wan'er firmly in the Peng family.

"A man can't live without a woman, and a woman can't live without a man either. It's really hard
on Wan'er, making her live like a widow for two years. Sigh!" Old Zhu sighed. Although he was old, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't have sex every day
.

Old Zhu, a crude countryman, liked to call masturbation "playing with fire."

"But you can't cheat on your husband and find other men, humph!" Old Peng roared.

Old Zhu was secretly surprised and puzzled. Having known Old Peng for decades, he had never seen Old Peng's...
"Maybe Wan'er is just going out for fun, no... she might not... cheat on me..."

Old Peng choked on his words, almost choking back a sob. "Fun? What's so fun about that between men and women? If this
keeps going, something bad will happen. No, starting tomorrow, I can't let Wan'er go out."

Old Zhu noticed something from Old Peng's unusual behavior. His eyes darted around, and he probed, "
Brother Peng, you'd better think this through. A beautiful woman like Wan'er, you can't keep your promise forever."

Old Peng asked loudly, "Then what can I do? Let her flirt with other men?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhu became even more certain of his suspicions. The father-in-law's tone was nothing like that of a father-in-law, but rather like that of a
jealous husband. He suddenly understood Old Peng's thoughts: "Heh heh, if I were the older brother, I'd let the good stuff
go to my own family..."

Old Peng was struck dumb, trembling all over: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Old Zhu chuckled twice: "Heh heh, Brother Peng, you understand what I mean..."

Old Peng, enraged and embarrassed, couldn't help but burst into curses: "You, you bastard..."

Old Zhu sighed calmly, saying seriously: "Curse, go ahead and curse, it's just
the two of us here. I, Zhu Weiming, won't beat around the bush. Don't you ever feel anything when you're with the beautiful Wan'er all day?"
"Hey, brother, don't be hypocritical. Think
want to hear what's on your mind. A woman like Wan'er would make any man's heart flutter. Unless a man
is a fool, he'd dream about her. Do you know what our security guards say?"

Old Peng's heart skipped a beat: "Hmph, what do they say?"

"They all say in private that your Wan'er is the most beautiful girl they've ever seen. Whenever Wan'er passes by,
all the men stop breathing to look at her. Sigh, they're even more obedient than when they see the property manager."

"A bunch...a bunch of bastards, they're making me so angry..."

"Brother, don't get angry. It's not worth ruining your health. But this also shows you have a treasure. If you
don't use it, it'll expire. Hehe, even though I, Zhu Wei, am a scoundrel, I can judge people well
. The way you look at Wan'er is always so suspicious."

"You're talking nonsense..." Old Peng was still fierce, but his tone had clearly softened. His mind was racing
; every word of Old Zhu's words struck him hard. That wicked desire was tempting
him, and he felt himself increasingly agreeing with Old Zhu's analysis.

Wasn't Old Zhu himself also consumed by desire? Wan'er had always been his dream goddess. If Lao Peng had raped Wan'er
, and Wan'er dared not speak out, then Old Zhu would have a chance. Thinking of this,
scenes that made his blood boil flashed before Old Zhu's eyes. He couldn't help but intensify his persuasion: "It doesn't matter if you think I'm talking nonsense, but if
you, brother, think I'm talking nonsense, I can't tell you a good plan. Just follow my arrangements, and I guarantee you
'll get the beauty very soon. Don't worry about ethics. In my hometown,
it's called 'marrying the family together' when the father-in-law and daughter-in-law are having an affair."

Lao Peng was sweating profusely, his heart pounding: "I don't want to listen anymore, you're talking nonsense!"

Old Zhu decided to deliver the final blow to Lao Peng: "Brother, don't regret it. If your wife runs away, your son..."
" You'll

Old Peng deflated like a punctured balloon: "Damn it, you really are a scoundrel... Humph, tell me, if you're
playing me, I'll immediately turn my back on you."

Old Zhu suppressed his inner elation: "Would I play a trick on an old man like you? Actually, the best plan is osmanthus
honey."

Old Peng looked puzzled: "Osmanthus honey?"

*** *** *** ***

Outside the villa, a gentle breeze blew. A rather high-end blue car stopped by the iron gate. The man inside was handsome with bright eyes
, dressed in a suit and leather shoes. The woman was gentle and graceful, charming and touching, but unfortunately, her face was gloomy. Seeing that the man didn't speak,
the woman said impatiently: "Xiao Hai, speak quickly if you have something to say. I need to go home. It
won't be good if my husband's father sees me."

"Wan'er, don't go, okay? I'll take you somewhere." The man called Xiao Hai kept pleading with Wan'er
.

"I'm sorry, I have a husband. I won't go to a strange place alone with a man other than my husband
."

Wan'er wasn't stupid; she knew where Xiao Hai was taking her. Wan'er had initially
been attracted to this handsome man. If he had put in more effort, shown more care, and been more patient, perhaps Wan'er would have given him a chance
. Unfortunately, Xiao Hai was too hasty. To get Wan'er, he had given her a lot of alcohol today. Wan'er hated
feeling nauseous; too much alcohol made her nauseous.

"Wan'er…" Xiao Hai cried out, trying to hug her.

"I'm sorry, goodbye." Wan'er was furious. She pushed open the car door, jumped out, and ran towards the iron gate. Standing
by the gate, Wan'er fumbled for her keys for a long time but couldn't find them. She was truly drunk; her figure was unsteady.
Seeing this, Xiao Hai also got out of the car and walked towards Wan'er. He thought this was just a woman's act; perhaps Wan'er didn't want to
go home at all.

Wan'er grew even more anxious. She was frightened; a man driven mad was more terrifying than a hungry wolf. In desperation, Wan'er
pounded on the iron gate, calling out loudly to Lao Peng, "Dad...Dad...open the door..."

Xiao Hai and his car had vanished without a trace.

"Come back! Oh dear, you've been drinking?" Lao Peng opened the iron gate, surprised to see Wan'er reeking of alcohol.

"A little...uh...thank you, Dad." Wan'er felt a little guilty. She turned to leave, but her unsteady steps
nearly caused her to fall. Luckily, Lao Peng was agile and reacted quickly, catching her around the waist. This was
the first time Lao Peng had ever held Wan'er; she was very light.

"Ouch...Dad, I twisted my ankle, it hurts so much...ouch..." Wan'er cried out in a soft, pitiful voice.

"Don't be afraid, come on, Dad will carry you." Old Peng was extremely distressed. He bent down, gesturing for Wan'er to climb onto his back
. Wan'er hesitated for a moment, tiptoeing on her left foot, but still felt excruciating pain. After thinking for a while, urged by Old Peng...
Embarrassed, Wan'er climbed onto Lao Peng's body, hooking her arms around his neck. She was incredibly shy; this was
the first time she had ever been so close to a man other than her husband.

"Dad, can you manage?" Wan'er asked, blushing.

Lao Peng laughed, "Hehe, someone your weight, I could carry three of you without a problem."

"I don't believe you," Wan'er giggled.

"Don't you believe me? Back in the day, when I was hauling voltage boxes up the mountain, each one weighed over a hundred pounds, and I carried them without
hesitation. During those years in the countryside, once..." Lao Peng recalled his glorious past. He deliberately walked slowly,
perhaps subconsciously hoping to carry Wan'er for longer. The two soft mounds pressing against his shoulder blades made his heart flutter
; he wished the stairs were longer.

"Dad, I want to drink osmanthus honey..." Wan'er didn't want to hear these boring and irrelevant old stories.
During Lao Peng's time in the countryside, Wan'er was probably still in her mother's womb.

It was late at night, but Wan'er's bedroom was still brightly lit. Having just finished a hot bath, Wan'er lay with
her eyes closed on the soft bed, a snow-white towel wrapped around her wet hair, a thin silk blanket covering her
curvaceous body. Her bare shoulders trembled incessantly, and she
made intermittent moaning sounds as Lao Peng's hands kneaded her.

"Mmm...oh...ouch...Dad, be gentle, it hurts so much!"

"If you know it hurts, drink less alcohol. Less alcohol means less chance of falling." Lao Peng's fingers
rubbed back and forth on Wan'er's left heel, the softest, whitest foot in the world, in his opinion.

"Dad...you're so nagging! I only drank a little today...ouch...ouch,ouch,ouch...ouch,
oh..." Wan'er kept crying out in pain, but after the pain came a strange comfort, so she hoped Lao Peng would knead her a little longer
.

Old Peng remained expressionless, but his heart pounded wildly. Wan'er's jade-like legs were right before him, her delicate pink feet in his
hands. How could he not be excited? Having touched her feet enough, Old Peng longed to touch more places: "Come on, lift your legs
a little higher, Dad will massage your calves. There are many nerves here, massaging them a few times will improve blood circulation."

Her calves were gently lifted, the silk blanket slowly slid open, revealing more and more parts of her body to Old Peng's view, even
the outline of her white underwear was becoming faintly visible. Wan'er realized the danger of being exposed: "Oh dear, Dad, do you even know anything about
this?"

Old Peng remained serious, his eyes fixed straight ahead, but his fingers extended past her knees: "Dad doesn't know anything? Back in the day, Dad inserted... "
"When the team

Wan'er's face paled. Old Peng had gone too far, but she couldn't scold him. It seemed that stopping the massage was
the only option: "Ah... Dad, why are you... massaging here? I, I don't want to massage anymore."

Old Peng calmed down. He regretted his rashness. He glanced at Wan'er's flushed face
and was reluctant to let go. However, he told himself to stay calm. There would be plenty of opportunities later: "If you don't want to massage
, then don't. Drink some osmanthus honey and get some rest."

"Okay, thank you, Dad. Good night."

"Good night." Old Peng gave a barely perceptible smile. When he left Wan'er's bedroom, he closed
the door for her. But he didn't go back to his own bedroom. He went to the bathroom.

There were three bathrooms in the villa. Old Peng naturally used one by himself. Another bathroom was downstairs, which
was usually used by the nanny or guests. The third bathroom was in the center of the second floor, right between Old Peng's bedroom
and Wan'er's bedroom. Every morning, Lao Peng would visit this bathroom because Wan'er's
underwear was always there.

Wan'er had a bad habit: she never washed her clothes after showering, including her underwear.
All the clothes that needed washing were left for the next day. Wan'er believed that after showering, her skin and hands
were in a resting state, and washing clothes at that time would only make her beautiful little hands rough and unsightly.

However, Wan'er's bad habit suited Lao Peng perfectly. Every day, Lao Peng would find something in the bathroom. Smelling
the fresh scent of shower gel, Lao Peng lifted the washing machine lid. Through the still-smoldering steam, Lao
Peng saw a set of purple underwear. Holding up two fingers, Lao Peng picked up a pair of transparent, damp panties.
These were silk panties, adorned with exquisite lace.

Old Peng was astonished that women's underwear could be so elaborate. He began to pull it open, searching for those
scents that drove men wild. In the middle of the panties, Old Peng found what he was looking for. This area not only had the strongest scent but also contained
something incredibly alluring. Today, Old Peng found three black curly hairs and an irregular watermark
. This was a fruitful find. The three hairs proved that Wan'er had been rubbing her legs particularly frequently today.
Why so frequently? Was Wan'er in heat? Old Peng pondered this question; he always enjoyed thinking.

Since he hadn't noticed any straps on Wan'er's shoulders, Old Peng also wondered if she was wearing a bra tonight.
However, Old Peng was too lazy to think about it now. After Wan'er drank the osmanthus honey laced with sleeping pills, she would fall into a deep sleep
. Although only twenty minutes had passed, Old Peng was already impatient.

But Lao Peng didn't dare to act rashly; in fact, he dared not. The woman before him was his daughter-in-law. He couldn't just casually
insert his penis into her vagina. So far, perhaps even the gods could forgive his actions. But if it were
truly incest, wouldn't he go to hell? Lao Peng's fear crept back into his heart. What was terrifying was that his desire
was also slowly increasing. His erect penis moved wildly up and down, like an untamed wolf howling incessantly. "

Sigh! Enough. Being able to touch Wan'er's body, to lick her vagina, is already enough. Don't go any further
." Lao Peng stubbornly fought against his greedy desires; it was truly agonizing torment.

"Mmm." A very soft, gentle murmur. Wan'er's murmur in his dream was like a summons, a tempting
summons. Lao Peng's defenses were crumbling. He hadn't even licked her pink nipples yet. Perhaps he should lick them before leaving? The tormented
Lao Peng set a line for himself.

"Tsk..." The sucking sound was so strange. There were clearly no babies here, yet the sounds of babies nursing
rose and fell. Old Peng was like a greedy baby, desperately sucking on Wan'er's nipple, but no milk flowed out.
But Lao Peng squeezed desperately, turning the full, beautiful breasts into ugly dough balls in his hands.

"Hmm..." This time, Wan'er's murmur was somewhat sudden, this unintentional murmur more like a woman's moan.
Lao Peng blushed, all his defenses collapsed at this moment, and Lao Peng let out the most primal growl. He
climbed down under Wan'er with his dark penis erect, pressing the glans against Wan'er's vulva. The large glans almost
occupied the entire labia. The dry, warm vulva could only indent inward when it encountered the pressure of the glans, but after that, it no longer gave
the glans any way to advance.

Old Peng's penis thrust left and right, but he still couldn't get the hang of it. The experienced Old Peng couldn't help but become anxious.
Coupled with an indescribable tension, Old Peng's mind became increasingly chaotic. Suddenly, a strong tingling sensation came over him. Old Peng was
shocked. It was too late to control himself. He let out a low roar, and hot semen shot out, spraying everywhere like a machine gun.
Thick white semen splattered everywhere, and Wan'er's body looked as if it had been graffitied.

"Sigh!" Old Peng sighed heavily, gazing at Wan'er's beautiful body. He didn't hide his extreme
disappointment, and his burgeoning desire gradually cooled. Frustrated, he got off Wan'er's bed, picked up
his shorts, and began wiping the semen off her body. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and Old Peng abandoned
any thought of trying again. There was plenty of time; there was no need to risk his life. Ah, he was getting old after all. If he were
ten years younger, Old Peng would never give up so easily; if he were twenty years younger…

"Sigh, there are no ifs." Old Peng walked dejectedly out of Wan'er's room. Before leaving, he helped Wan'er
dress and kissed her cherry lips.

*** *** *** ***

The chirping of birds woke Wan'er. She opened her eyes. If it weren't for her rumbling stomach
, she would have wanted to stay in bed. It was noon, and Wan'er needed to fill her stomach.

"Huh? Why is no one here? Where's Grandpa?" Wan'er walked out of the bedroom, and as usual, she
wandered around without even putting on her shoes. She passed through the dining room, went down the stairs to the living room, and looked left and right but couldn't see
Old Peng anywhere. Had he really gone fishing? Humph, even if he went fishing, he should at least cook something! Honestly, I
don't even know what to eat!

Wan'er glanced at the storage room, study, and gym with a disgruntled look. On the balcony, Wan'er smiled .
It turned out that Old Peng was using a net to dredge leaves and debris from the swimming pool. The housekeeper used to do this work, but
since Old Peng retired, he had dismissed her.

"Dad, what are we eating today?" Wan'er shrieked.

Old Peng had seen Wan'er long ago. Hearing her shouting, he wanted to laugh. He really didn't know why God would
create such a rascal. Recalling the sordid and despicable scene from last night, Old Peng felt filled with guilt. He
pointed with his net to a table by the swimming pool. Wan'er looked in the direction the net pointed and saw a rectangular
table filled with a dazzling array of things. Although Wan'er didn't know exactly what they were, she was sure they
were all food.

Wan'er laughed, her laughter more beautiful than a flower. She flew into the bathroom like a butterfly. After washing up, she wanted to have
a good meal. She never imagined her father-in-law was so romantic, eating by the swimming pool. Hmm, he's so cute
. She'll definitely introduce him to a girlfriend when she gets the chance. Oh no, if she introduces him to a girlfriend, won't she
have to call him "Mom"? No, no… Hehe, it's enough for my father-in-law to take care of me, Wan'er, for the rest of my life. While brushing her teeth, Wan'er's
mind wandered, sometimes laughing as she thought. If she hadn't been so eager to pee, she would have rushed to the poolside long ago. "

Okay, okay, don't rush, those things won't run away. Honestly, I have no ladylike manners at all, "
Wan'er scolded herself for being so unreserved as she sat on the toilet to pee.

"Hmm? What's this?" Suddenly, Wan'er noticed some soft, white patches on her lower abdomen.
Rubbing them with her fingers, she could scrape off a layer of skin.

"What is this?" Wan'er's eyes widened as she searched around, finding quite a few more of these soft patches, distributed
on her belly, navel, and lower abdomen. She suddenly felt a little scared.

"Is it a skin allergy?" Skin allergies are the biggest fear for women who care about their appearance. Wan'er got up from the toilet
and stood in front of the mirror to examine herself carefully. Finally, she noticed strange hard knots on her soft pubic hair.
Where did these knots come from? Could something have leaked out last night? But even if something leaked out, it couldn't
possibly have gotten onto her stomach. What could it be?

Wan'er's expression turned extremely serious. She vaguely guessed what it was. With a mix of confusion and unease
, Wan'er dipped her finger in water and gently applied it to her pubic hair. The hardened lumps softened upon contact with water, turning into a
slightly sticky liquid. Smelling it, Wan'er's sensitive olfactory nerves detected a faint scent of semen
.

Good heavens, how could this be? Like a bolt from the blue, Wan'er couldn't believe her eyes.
She smelled the liquid on her hand several more times, finally confirming that the sticky liquid was indeed what a man ejaculates during orgasm
. Women are extremely sensitive to the smell of semen; they can detect even a tiny amount. The reason Wan'er smelled it so many
times was because she didn't want to believe that a man's semen would be on her. If her husband were nearby, it would be understandable, but
Peng Dongdong was thousands of miles away. Where did the semen on her body come from? Could it be…

Wan'er immediately thought of Lao Peng. There was no other man in this villa besides Lao Peng. Could
someone have climbed into her bedroom and raped her? Thinking this, Wan'er shuddered. She quickly ran
back to her bedroom and carefully checked the tightly closed window several times, but there were no signs of someone climbing in or out
. The answer was clear: it was impossible for an outsider to enter.

“Even if someone really did climb in through the window and assault me, I would definitely know. But why
didn't I feel anything?” Wan'er asked herself. “Was I really drunk last night?” Wan'er tried hard to
understand what had happened last night: “Impossible. Although I drank quite a bit, I took a shower after I got back
, had my father-in-law massage my ankles, and drank osmanthus honey… I was perfectly sober the whole time.”

“Could it be osmanthus honey?” Wan'er became suspicious of the remaining osmanthus honey on the bedside table. If the osmanthus honey contained…
Something was off, and the only suspect was her father-in-law. Wan'er grew increasingly frightened and furious; she couldn't bear
to have her virginity ruined by Lao Peng.

"Wan'er, why aren't you downstairs to eat? Dad made lots of delicious food, hehe, Dad made cold
noodles, sweet and sour fish… and lots of other good things!" Seeing that Wan'er hadn't come downstairs for a long time, Lao Peng couldn't help but come upstairs to urge her
.

"Dad, I… my stomach hurts, I have to go to the hospital, so I won't eat now." Wan'er, in an extremely bad mood, had no
appetite.

"Stomach ache? Is it bad? Do you want Dad to go with you?" Lao Peng was shocked.

Not yet certain that Lao Peng was responsible, Wan'er could only make excuses: "No, it's just… just a woman's
ailment."

Lao Peng asked with concern, "Oh, then Dad will call a car for you."

"Okay, sure." Wan'er was going to the hospital anyway; she needed to find some friends to help her.

*** *** *** ***

Wan'er was named Wan'er because when Zuo Wan'er was born, her father happened to be on duty at the hospital
. Upon learning that mother and daughter were safe, he was so excited that he broke his noodle bowl. Everyone said that "broken"
meant "peace and safety," and indeed, Zuo Wan'er was healthy from birth until she was one year old. Therefore, her father
named her Wan'er Wan'er, thanking God for protecting her health and safety.

Since her father was a doctor, Wan'er knew many doctors—internal medicine, surgery, orthopedics,
and of course, the laboratory. After leaving the hospital laboratory, Wan'er was stunned by the test results in her hand. They
clearly stated that the osmanthus honey she had submitted for testing contained a high concentration of sleeping pills.

"That old scoundrel, I'll make you suffer a horrible death! I... what should I do?" Strangely, Wan'er
didn't shed a tear. She vowed to skin Lao Peng alive. She even wondered if the refrigerator at home would be big enough to hold Lao
Peng's remains. The weather was as gloomy as Wan'er's mood, with occasional gusts of wind. The weather was about to change,
and Wan'er hurriedly rushed home.

Lao Peng was like an ant on a hot pan. He regretted his recklessness last night. Was Wan'er's sudden stomachache due to taking
too many sleeping pills? Sigh, Lao Peng really wanted to find Old Zhu and give him a good beating. If it weren't for Old Zhu's instigation,
he wouldn't have drugged his daughter-in-law. Sigh, truly despicable and shameless!

"Dad, I'm back! I'm a little early, otherwise I would have gotten soaked in the rain, hehe..." Wan'er ran
into the villa with a grin. Outside, it was already raining heavily.

Seeing Wan'er return, Lao Peng was overjoyed. He asked with concern, "What did the doctor say?"

Wan'er smiled, "It's nothing, the doctor said it's because I was hungry." Although Lao Peng didn't quite believe Wan'er
's explanation, seeing her hungry expression, he didn't suspect anything and quickly rubbed his hands together, ready to
prepare a sumptuous dinner for her. Watching Lao Peng's retreating figure, Wan'er's smile instantly turned icy cold, her sharp eyes
transforming into thousands of boning knives. She wished she could chop Lao Peng into mincemeat.

"Hmph, you dared to drug and rape me, you old scoundrel, you wait, I will definitely kill you with my own hands, boohoo... Husband
, what should I do? Your father raped your wife, boohoo... Husband, please come back soon." Back in her
bedroom, Wan'er finally couldn't hold back her sobs and burst into tears. She buried her head in the pillow, trying to keep her cries from reaching
the door, but her sorrowful tears quickly soaked the pillowcase.

"I need evidence. With evidence, I can report this old bastard, this old beast." Lying on her back on the bed,
Wan'er cursed through gritted teeth.

"The osmanthus honey laced with sleeping pills won't be enough evidence. That old rogue will definitely try to deny it, saying
I put the sleeping pills in the honey myself, that I have insomnia. I'll be useless then. So... how
can I get evidence? That's it! That old rogue will definitely try again. I just need to
film him molesting me, and he'll be finished. Yes, yes, that's it. I
can get the digital camera ready right away."

Wan'er chuckled coldly. Confidently, she took the digital camera from the drawer. Looking around, Wan'er
found a good place to hide it. The camera was facing the bed, so whatever happened on the bed
would be captured on camera. Wan'er adjusted it a few times and finally left the room satisfied. Now, all she
had to do was wait for the old rogue to walk right into her trap. Thinking of this, Wan'er felt much better.

In a good mood, her appetite surged. The aroma of the food made Wan'er even more furious, cursing Lao Peng for being a good man on the surface
but a bad one underneath. She imagined him eating cornbread in jail, and it made her feel better. However,
she was really hungry now; she'd better fill her stomach first.

As soon as she entered the dining room, Wan'er was drawn to a table full of colorful, fragrant dishes. She swallowed
hard, trying her best to suppress her appetite. Wan'er muttered to herself: "Undeniably, that old rogue's cooking
skills are really good. Oh, what's that? Chicken feet? That must be sweet and sour chicken. What's that bowl? Shark fin?
No way? Did that old rogue have a change of heart and prepare a whole table of food to make amends? Heh heh, if
that's what he thinks, he's mistaken. I will never let him go, I will never forgive him. I'll send
him to jail to eat cornbread. Sigh, forget about that, I'm starving."

Wan'er really looked starving. If she could use her feet to pick up food, she probably would have used them too. Old Peng was surprised by Wan'er
's eating habits; it seemed that overnight, Wan'er had become somewhat rude. Old Peng had never seen anyone eat cold noodles with their hands
.

"Dad, what are you looking at? You eat too." Wan'er licked the oil off her lips, thinking to herself, "Old rogue,
eat as much as you can, you won't get to eat like this later.

" "Hehe, Dad isn't hungry. Dad just wants to see you eat. If you're happy eating, Dad is happy." Old Peng looked at Wan'er affectionately
. He let Wan'er have her way, even if she used her feet to pick up food, he wouldn't scold her. After
what happened last night, Old Peng loved Wan'er even more.

Wan'er was stunned. She had deliberately not used chopsticks to eat, hoping that Old Peng would scold her, and then she
would hate him even more. But Old Peng not only didn't scold Wan'er, but also said such tender words, which made Wan'er...
Wan'er was deeply embarrassed. She wasn't stupid; she sensed the subtle undertones in Lao Peng's words. These undertones
stirred ripples in Wan'er's heart. She didn't want to hear it, but it had already taken root in her mind and couldn't be erased.

"Hmph, that old rogue is trying to eat swan meat like a toad. How laughable! He should look at himself in the mirror."

Wan'er pretended not to hear, focusing only on her food, but she felt Lao Peng watching her. Women always
feel uncomfortable when looked at by men. After eating a couple of rounds, she couldn't help but glance at Lao Peng. Their eyes met, and Wan'er
's heart pounded. Lao Peng's intense gaze truly made Wan'er feel at a loss. Lao Peng, however, was almost
terrified by Wan'er's glance. That look, seemingly both angry and reproachful, deeply shocked him. He almost
lost his senses and rushed forward to embrace Wan'er. Fortunately, Wan'er finished eating and drinking, patted her bottom, and stood up, allowing Lao
Peng to suppress the surging lust within him.

"Dad, you eat, I'm full. The food today was delicious." Wan'er was satisfied. Seeing that Lao Peng
hadn't even touched his chopsticks, her heart softened, and she praised him as usual. Although it was
far from her usual effusive praise, it was still commendable that Wan'er could utter a compliment amidst her anger. She didn't look at Lao Peng but went to
take a shower, to wash away the disgusting filth on her body. The thought of her body being defiled by Lao Peng
reignited the anger that had just subsided.

Lao Peng was unaware that Wan'er had discovered his despicable act. The lust within him burned even brighter.
In Lao Peng's eyes, Wan'er's departing figure was a naked, jade-like body; her slender waist twisted
with seductive allure. Recalling Wan'er's tender little hole, Lao Peng's penis almost burst through his pants.
He took out ice and made himself a cup of osmanthus honey tea, and also made one for Wan'er.

The rain had stopped. The summer weather was unpredictable; the rain could start and stop in an instant. It was better when it stopped than when it became even more
humid. Wan'er turned the air conditioning up to the maximum and sat quietly on the sofa in front of the TV watching a soap opera. This was her
favorite soap opera, about a powerful bandit who kidnapped a beautiful woman and took her to the mountains to be his wife
. Although she resisted several times, the woman was eventually moved by the bandit and truly fell in love with him.

"That bandit deserves to die, that woman is an idiot... What a piece of shit screenwriter, utterly rotten." Curled up in the corner of the sofa
, Wan'er cursed the screenwriter in her mind. Even with the air conditioning on, it only cooled her body, but Wan'er's heart felt
more stifling and hotter than the weather outside. She needed to build up her emotions, to pretend she knew nothing in front of the old rogue,
to pretend nothing had happened. She needed to keep Lao Peng calm.

"Oh, with the air conditioning on so high, be careful not to catch a cold. Here, cover yourself with this blanket." Lao Peng came downstairs
, holding a thin silk blanket. Wan'er, having just showered, looked radiant, her bare shoulders alluring
. Lao Peng really wanted to hold her in his arms.

"Thank you, Dad, but I'm hot." Wan'er's smile was a little dry as she placed the silk blanket Lao Peng offered aside.

"Hmm, Dad made you a cup of osmanthus honey. Drinking it will keep you cool." Old Peng smiled
and took the osmanthus honey from the refrigerator. This time, he added more sleeping pills than last night, knowing Wan'er
wouldn't finish the cup, so he had to add a larger dose. Old Peng was a cautious man;
he was always careful and wouldn't allow any mistakes.

Looking at the osmanthus honey Old Peng had placed on the coffee table, Wan'er was furious. She remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she
was roaring: "That old beast has really gotten a taste for it! Scissors! I need a big pair of scissors!"

"Drink it quickly. Osmanthus honey tastes best chilled. If it's left out too long, it won't be cold anymore, and the taste won't be as good." Old
Peng smiled like a cunning old fox.

"Hmm." Wan'er got up from the sofa, picked up the cup, but didn't drink it. She just brought the rim
to her lips. Wan'er wanted to make Lao Peng anxious. Although her eyes were on the TV, she kept observing
Lao Peng out of the corner of her eye. Seeing Lao Peng sitting on pins and needles, Wan'er became even more certain of her judgment: the old beast's restless appearance
, humph, he must have put sleeping pills in the osmanthus honey again. I think this old beast is simply too lecherous.

Wan'er stared intently at the TV, and the fact that she hadn't drunk the osmanthus honey was indeed making Lao Peng very uneasy
. He really didn't understand why women liked watching these cheesy soap operas. Just like Wan'er thought,
the screenwriter of this soap opera was definitely an idiot. Lao Peng wanted to turn off the TV, but he wouldn't do that. He
still looked very calm. Lao Peng's only worry was that Wan'er's posture while holding the cup was not good. What if she spilled it? What if
the cup fell?

"Wan'er, Dad even added two ice cubes to the osmanthus honey, hehe..." Old Peng hinted that Wan'er wanted to drink the osmanthus
honey, and the charming Wan'er had already made Old Peng impatient.

"Oh, really? That must taste delicious." Wan'er's reply was lukewarm, but inwardly she was sneering: He added
two extra doses of drugs, didn't he? You old bastard, go to hell.

Actually, Wan'er was just as anxious. She didn't want to break ties with Old Peng yet because she needed to collect
evidence of his defilement, but she also couldn't drink the osmanthus honey, although Wan'er wasn't 100% sure it contained sleeping pills.

"Dad, turn the air conditioning down a bit for me." Wan'er said coquettishly as usual.

"Okay, Dad's looking for the remote. Hmm, where's the remote?"

"Is it in Dad's study?"

While Lao Peng was searching for the remote, Wan'er took the opportunity to stand up, poured the osmanthus honey in her hand into
a flowerpot near the window, and lay back down on the sofa. Wan'er took out the remote she had secretly hidden on her body: "Dad, the remote
is here, don't look for it anymore."

When Lao Peng came out of the study, he saw the air conditioner remote and also saw that the osmanthus
honey Wan'er had put to her lips was almost completely empty. He smiled, a very happy smile. Now Lao Peng only needed to wait another thirty minutes, and he
could have Wan'er's alluring body again, and he could release his inner desires.

Only ten minutes later, Wan'er started to yawn. She looked a little sleepy: "Dad, I'm a little sleepy, I want to
go to sleep."

"Going to sleep so early?" Lao Peng looked surprised.

"Yeah." Wan'er cursed inwardly that it was a pity Lao Peng didn't go into acting.

Back in her room, Wan'er turned on the camera and quickly lay down on the large bed. The bed was soft and fragrant, but Wan'er
didn't feel comfortable at all. On the contrary, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Since marrying into the Peng family, she had always been happy.
Although her husband wasn't around to satisfy her physical needs, Wan'er still felt very happy. She loved the
villa and the carefree days, but all of that might never come back. Maybe she would move out of the villa soon
, maybe she would get a divorce…

Why was this happening? Why was her happiness so short-lived? It was all thanks to Lao Peng. She hated Lao Peng,
hated him for ruining everything. Sigh, this father-in-law is so old, why is he still so wicked? Wan'er couldn't understand it at
all. Her determination to punish Lao Peng remained unwavering. Perhaps it was because she was thinking too much, or perhaps because she had cried too much, Wan'er felt
waves of exhaustion. She closed her eyes.

"Bang, bang." Two very light knocks on the door jolted Wan'er awake from her daze. Her heart
clenched sharply.

"Wan'er...is Wan'er asleep?" Old Peng called softly, but there was no response from the room. Wan'er
took a deep breath. She both hoped and feared Old Peng would come in, but the anticipation overcame the fear
, because Wan'er needed evidence.

"Click." The bedroom door opened, and Old Peng tiptoed into Wan'er's bedroom. Compared to last night,
Old Peng seemed more relaxed this time; practice makes perfect. Wan'er, however, was different. She was so nervous that her whole body stiffened
, and she even thought of giving up. But Old Peng's words angered Wan'er.

"My darling Wan'er, your father has come to see you. You've made your father lose his appetite. Ah, your father just loves
touching your breasts. Don't worry, tonight your father will make you feel good." As soon as he turned on the light, Old Peng knelt
beside Wan'er, grabbed her soft little hand, and began to lick and caress it.

Wan'er was helpless. She could only curse inwardly: "You old bastard, you'll regret this! I'll send you to jail, I
'll make you die in jail, you old rogue… Ah, where is he touching? Stop it, you old rogue! How can you touch me like that
?

Oh, this old rogue has already touched my breasts, what should I do? Should I stand up and stop him? No, this
only proves he's being a pervert, not that he's defiling me. I… I have to endure it. Oh
my god, he really touched my breasts! Why is he rubbing my nipples like that? God, this is strange. Zuo
Wan'er, you mustn't overthink things, you must endure it. But… but the
way the old rogue touched me is different from Dongdong's… Hmm, it seems quite comfortable… Pah, how can you say it's comfortable? The old rogue is clearly insulting me, how
can I say it's comfortable?"

But...but I really can't stand that old pervert touching me like this! Oh my god, he's even licking me! Oh, don't suck, don't suck!
Is that how you suck nipples? Strange, it feels numb, so good. This must be the old pervert's way of seducing women
. Humph, I'll definitely put him in jail, otherwise many women will be violated by him. Oh, that old pervert is taking off my pants
! Help! He's really hopeless! Okay, I'm ready anyway. As soon as he takes off his pants
, I'll jump up immediately. Then I'll catch him red-handed, and he won't be able to deny it.

"Ah, what beautiful panties, Wan'er, do you know? Dad loves washing your underwear the most. This
is the first time Dad has seen these panties. What color are they?" Old Peng gently took off Wan'er's hot pants. This time he found
that Wan'er was wearing a very special pair of panties. They were neither transparent nor sexy, and they were a bit old, but Old Peng still
couldn't put them down.

Wan'er was both ashamed and angry: What nonsense are you talking about? What I wear is none of your business! You old pervert, you
had ulterior motives when you helped me wash my underwear! I really regret it, I shouldn't have let you touch my underwear, sob... that's coral
red! Ah, don't touch my private parts! Ah, what are you doing? What are you doing, you old pervert?

Wan'er really wanted to open her eyes because she felt something hot and soft wriggling inside her.
She was both angry and ashamed; this was a feeling she had never experienced before. If she wasn't mistaken, it was definitely a tongue.
Oh my god, this old pervert was actually licking her private parts! How could he do that? Isn't it dirty? Doesn't he feel disgusted? But
... oh, I can't take it anymore, it feels so... so good, so uncomfortable. No, no, I have to stop this old pervert
! If I don't stop him, I'll break down. But if I do, the evidence won't be enough. At most, the court
will convict him of attempted rape, and he can be released in three to five years. Then he can harm others again. No, at least
he should be convicted of rape and sentenced to twenty years. Let him die in prison.

Oh, he's licking there again. People don't even dare to touch that place normally, and he's using his tongue... Ah,
what's that? A finger? Oh my god, don't touch it, don't touch it inside! Oh, I'm doomed, it seems like a lot of stuff is coming out
. It's so embarrassing. I'm so shameless. How can I get excited? How can I be wet? My husband used
to tease me, and that's when I got wet. But this isn't my husband. Ah, he even put his tongue inside
! Stop, stop! Don't stir it, don't stir it!

"Hehe, so much water, even asleep you're so horny." Old Peng smugly pulled down his pants, his lust
boiling over.

But Wan'er didn't know Old Peng had taken off his pants; she could only be sure when his member touched her body
. So Wan'er waited, caught in a fierce internal struggle. She even hoped Old Peng would quickly possess her and stop teasing
her body. This was something Wan'er hadn't anticipated. She thought Old Peng would rape her from the start, and she
could immediately stand up and stop him. Unfortunately, Old Peng didn't like roughness; he preferred flirting, and what was terrifying
was his flirting methods.

Wan'er's rationality gradually disappeared. Her body twisted unconsciously, the intense stimulation of her sensitive areas making
her somewhat confused. She realized that her body was being devoured by desire, and when the whole body was occupied by desire
, rationality became insignificant.

"Mmm." Wan'er let out a barely audible moan. Sure enough, her reason was gradually blurring.
The image of her husband appeared before her eyes. She seemed to feel as if she was being caressed by her husband, and after the caresses came sex. Wan'er suddenly longed
for something to be inserted into her vagina. The tingling sensation extended from her labia to the depths of her vagina. She needed a man now, at least
her body needed him. Old Peng's skillful and experienced flirting techniques aroused Wan'er's desire. Ever since her husband went abroad...
Afterwards, Wan'er was in a vacuum of desire. Once the desire was aroused, it was so intense that by the time Wan'er realized
the danger, it was too late.

"Wan'er, Daddy's here to love you. Daddy will love you for the rest of my life. Oh, it's so tight. Oh, it's in, it's in
..." Old Peng's dark, large penis actually entered Wan'er's vagina. He was overjoyed. Last night he had failed
, but now he could enter. It was the satisfaction of victory after failure. Of course, possessing Wan'er was an even greater satisfaction
. Old Peng thrust in little by little, while also paying attention to Wan'er's expression. He was afraid that Wan'er would suddenly wake up
. In the intertwining of excitement and worry, Old Peng experienced indescribable pleasure.

Wan'er wanted to scream, to shout. Lost in a daze, she was stunned by Lao Peng's penis. She had never imagined it
could be so large. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Pleasure surged through her body like an electric current. Wan'er couldn't describe
this pleasure; it was a pleasure she had never experienced before. If she had any reason left, it was
banished by the relentlessly thrusting penis. Her entire vagina was filled with a suffocating fullness.

"Oh... Dad loves you so much, Wan'er. Dad loves you, Dad has loved you for more than just a day or two.
The first day I saw you, I fell in love with you. Every night, I dream about you almost every time. Even in my dreams, I want to kiss you,
but I can't. I'm not good enough for you. Only Dongdong is good enough for you. Oh, I was jealous of Dongdong, but I
won't be jealous anymore, because I've got you too. Ah... so tight, so comfortable, Wan'er, your hole feels so
good. I love making love with you. Ah... I'm all the way in, all the way in. Can you feel it?
My Wan'er, you must feel it. Your butt is moving. Can you even make love in your sleep?" Old Peng
looked at Wan'er's body wriggling with surprise. Although the movements were small, it seemed to be welcoming his thrusts.

Wan'er regained consciousness. She was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. Old Peng's penetration was slow, but Wan'er couldn't
stop him. Not only did she not stop him, she also welcomed his deeper penetration. How shameless, how lewd! Why was she like this? Wan'er
wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Old Peng's lewd words had touched her slightly; she hadn't expected his
feelings for her to be so deep. This at least proved that Old Peng wasn't just lusting after her body. However, even so,
it couldn't be a reason for him to defile her.

Wan'er began to gather her strength, preparing to push Old Peng away. The evidence was sufficient, but at that
moment, Old Peng moved. He thrust his large penis, inserted into Wan'er's vagina, in and out at a steady pace, faster and
faster. Wan'er almost couldn't breathe. The friction of such a large penis against her vagina was fatal. In that instant, Wan'er
was completely passive. Before her reason vanished, all the strength in her body disappeared into the air. She
wanted to scream again, so comfortable she wanted to scream.

Old Peng couldn't help but be surprised. His penis was being sucked; the walls of Wan'er's vagina gently sucked on his
glans, and more and more love juice flowed out. It was unbelievable. Old Peng gently parted the thick pubic
hair around her vulva, watching as Wan'er's vagina willingly swallowed his large penis. The tender flesh of her vagina, like a cut vegetable sprout,
lay softly on the dark shaft. But with each insertion and withdrawal, those sprouts stubbornly clung to his penis
, making Old Peng both feel pity and want to get rid of them.

So, Old Peng thrust fiercely, again and again...

*** *** *** ***

As soon as it was light, Old Peng woke up. He didn't need ten hours of sleep, but he hadn't even slept
enough for three hours. He was still immersed in happiness and fear. Although he had carefully cleaned Wan'er's body and the sheets afterward,
the traces of their encounter were still very obvious. It seemed difficult to make Wan'er completely unaware. What should he do?
What would Wan'er do if she found out ? Would she be angry? Would she be suicidal? Would she call the police? No matter what, Lao Peng couldn't forgive
himself. He knew he had made a grave mistake, and now he just wanted to figure out how to make amends.

As usual, Lao Peng started cleaning—sweeping, wiping tables and chairs, watering the potted plants… He hoped
to find a good solution while working. Suddenly, Lao Peng noticed something strange. He saw many
ants on the flowerpot near the window.

Ants were ordinary, nothing strange about them. What was strange was the sheer number of ants, and almost all of them were dead—a
large, dark mass, a little eerie.

How could there be so many dead ants? Lao Peng squatted down to examine them. He found many more ants continuing to move towards the flowerpot
. Ants like sweet things, so could there be sugar in the flowerpot? Lao Peng carefully looked at the edge of the flowerpot and found some faint
brown spots. He touched one with his finger, put it in his mouth, and licked it. He found it was actually sweet, with a
faint osmanthus flavor.

Strange, could it be osmanthus honey? Did Wan'er pour it out? Wait, the ants don't seem to be dead. Some of the dead ants
seem to have come back to life. What's going on? Old Peng was suddenly startled. Could it really be that Wan'er
poured out last night's osmanthus honey? Those ants weren't actually dead, but osmanthus honey contains sleeping pills, so the ants would appear dead after eating it
. Now, the ants are all awake. Ah, if that's the case, then that means Wan'er didn't drink the osmanthus honey at all.
If she didn't drink the osmanthus honey, then Wan'er didn't sleep last night. Since she didn't sleep, Wan'er must have been awake
. Ah… Old Peng exclaimed.

*** *** *** ***

Wan'er's sleepy eyes stung a little. She stared blankly at the swaying glass wind chimes by the window. The wind chimes
tinkled melodiously, clearly indicating that a breeze had blown in.

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