Chaotic Fate and Passion - Incest Novels

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Bai Li Village, a place of chaotic fate and infatuation, was humble yet always peaceful and serene. This year, summer seemed to arrive a little early. The early summer afternoons were indescribably noisy. The sun shone into the valley at a forty-five-degree angle, the leaves curling up in the heat. A tired yellow dog lay in the shade, while the usually howling piglets huddled in their pens, unwilling to move an inch. To the north of the village lay a vast field of golden wheat. Most creatures had been driven away by the heat, except for a group of children around ten years old. While the adults stayed indoors, too lazy to venture out, the children's boisterous noise added to the oppressive heat. Oh well, if the adults couldn't see them, they wouldn't be bothered. "Erwazi, why don't you go for it!" "My mom said..." Erwazi was the youngest of the three boys, barely 1.4 meters tall, looking no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He was interrupted by another dark-skinned, thin boy beside him: "What are you chickening out for! Look at you, so spineless! How will you ever get a wife?" "That's right!" The third boy chimed in, "Ersha's right, we've both been there!" This boy looked slightly older, but no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. His name was Da Niu, and he was clearly the leader of the three. Erwazi stood there dumbfounded in the golden wheat field, his innocent eyes reflecting the naked body of a tall, adult woman bathed in sunlight, her white skin dazzlingly bright. "Erwazi, if you won't go, let Ersha go!" Da Niu, relying on his strength, shoved the younger Erwazi aside. Ersha chuckled foolishly, not moving. The naked woman knelt blankly in the wheat field, which was less than ten feet high. Beneath her messy, frizzy hair, her large, round eyes were lifeless. She stared blankly at the three rural children, barely ten years old, and just grinned foolishly. "Ersha!" Da Niu seemed angry. He wanted to assert his authority as the "big brother," so he took a step forward, loosened his belt, and revealed his newly developed penis. The naked woman remained motionless, still grinning foolishly. As the boys approached, she suddenly took Da Niu's penis into her mouth without a word. "Brother Da Niu! It's big! It's big!" Erwazi, who hadn't dared to move, suddenly shouted excitedly. Da Niu looked smug. "What are you staring at! Touch her breasts!" Da Niu gave Ersha a wink, then grabbed the naked woman's head and began thrusting violently. "Women's breasts are so soft!" Unexpectedly, the usually timid Erwa couldn't resist his curiosity and made the first move: "Brother Daniu, why are this woman's breasts whiter than the women in the village?" "My dad says it's because city people eat white steamed buns." "Ersha, stop talking nonsense, don't you want to fuck?" Daniu said, grabbing the woman's neck and pulling her down with all his might. The naked woman didn't resist and obediently fell forward, her long hands supporting her on the yellow earth, her mouth still savoring the fourteen-year-old boy's immature penis. The woman knelt on the ground, her long legs raised, her round buttocks high in the air—a scene that was fatally alluring to the developing boy. Ersha pulled down his pants, his young, immature penis already proudly erect. He held his penis and haphazardly pounded it against the woman's buttocks. "What are you doing, you idiot!" "Brother, why are there two holes? Which one should I fuck?" "You've already fucked it twice, how come you still can't remember!" Da Niu pulled back, yanking his saliva-covered young penis out of the woman's mouth. "Watch Da Niu teach you." Da Niu walked behind the woman kneeling on the ground. "Remember, the one down there is the pussy." He then inserted his erect penis into the naked woman's mature body. "Brother Da Niu, is fucking a pussy good?" Erwazi scratched his head and asked. "Of course it's good! When have I ever missed what my grandpa said!" "Brother Da Niu, the way you're doing it is just like my male dog fucking a female dog!" Erwazi laughed. Er Niu was focused on thrusting into the mature woman's ecstatic flower alley, completely ignoring Erwazi's not-so-malicious teasing. "Brother, what's that hole up there?" Ersha asked, staring blankly from the side. "That's a woman's asshole." "Can you fuck that asshole?" "Of course not, otherwise why would it be called 'fucking a cunt'!" The blazing sun relentlessly scorched every sensory cell on the human body. Da Niu was drenched in sweat, and the naked woman was also covered in fragrant perspiration. Under Da Niu's guidance, three rural children, their pubic hair barely grown, took turns, and the woman showed no resistance. Perhaps a little tired, Da Niu simply lay down on the ground, letting Erwazi and Ersha laboriously lift the woman onto him. Da Niu glanced at her; beneath the woman's disheveled black hair were rather pretty features, and her unkempt skin couldn't hide its alluring glow. For the first time, he realized that this crazy woman was actually quite attractive, even more beautiful than all the other women in the village. "Brother, I want to fuck a cunt too!" Erwazi's shout broke Da Niu's interest in continuing to explore the naked woman's face. "What are you yelling for! Wait a minute!" Da Niu shouted impatiently. Looking up at the azure sky, though the sunlight was a bit dazzling, Da Niu suddenly shouted, "Got it!" "Got what?" "You fuck the hole above, and Erwazi fucks the mouth, isn't that complete!" Da Niu's excited voice sounded inexplicably hurried, "Ersha, looks like you're not stupid after all!" Golden sunlight shone on the wheat field, and three thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys were wantonly plowing a slender, obviously larger-sized young naked woman. One of the boys was half-squatting, hugging her mature body, while she knelt on top of another boy, letting his hands knead her breasts. Between her legs, two slender, beautiful legs were artificially spread apart, and two very young penises were inserted into her vagina and anus, separated only by a thin layer of female soft tissue. The boys could even feel each other's presence. The youngest boy held her head, and although his immature movements were somewhat comical, he was still trying his best to rock his hips back and forth, his lean belly and immature testicles hitting the woman's face beneath him, constantly making piston-like movements. Oh… when I stumbled in the golden wheat field, oh… where is home? Oh… when I can’t find you, oh… I’ve lost your purest smile. … Sun Zhenggang always took long strides, but this time was different. He was straightforward, and his anxiety was palpable. He occasionally glanced at Old Zhou beside him, his heart filled with suspicion. Seeing Old Zhou’s composure, he couldn’t suppress his curiosity. “Don’t ask anymore, we’re almost there.” “I’m not asking if we’re there or not, I want to ask… why? Or rather, why me?” “You’re the deputy director, I believe you can handle it.” Old Zhou paused. “I hope you can take her to the provincial capital, resolve her household registration issue, and treat her well.” “Just that simple?” “Just that simple, it shouldn’t be difficult for you.” “Indeed, it’s not difficult.” Sun Zhenggang hesitated for a long time, then said nothing more. Sun Zhenggang, heavily pregnant, had exhausted himself with a passionate encounter with his mistress Lu Yao before leaving home. His lack of exercise left him panting heavily. Old Zhou, on the other hand, strolled leisurely, completely at ease. After walking for a while, Old Zhou finally stopped in front of an old, dilapidated brick farmhouse. "Finally here!" Sun Zhenggang finally smiled. "No, no one's here." Old Zhou opened the old wooden door and glanced inside. The tall forests and low grasses on the mountainside rustled noisily, making the silence less daunting, until a sharp shout suddenly pierced the air. "You brat, I'll beat you to a pulp!" The voice came from afar, breaking the village's tranquility. "Come on, let's go take a look!" In a large wheat field behind the house, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was running through the swaying golden waves of wheat. A few meters behind him was a middle-aged rural woman, chasing after him and cursing, "You brat, stop!" If it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal. But upon closer inspection, not far away, a tall woman, though disheveled, had fair skin and was kneeling naked on the field. On her slender but not necessarily smooth back, a boy who looked to be just over ten years old was straddling her. The boy was pulling on the woman's hair and slapping her firm buttocks with his small, childish hands. The woman's long, black hair was disheveled and fell to the ground, obscuring her face. She resembled a tall, magnificent white horse, obediently following the lead of the little knight on her back, crawling slowly and steadily across the ground. A little boy beside her would occasionally reach out and fondle her full, drooping, cone-shaped breasts. Finally, the rural woman grabbed the fleeing boy and, without a word, delivered a resounding slap. Then, grabbing the boy's shoulder with one hand and swinging the other across his bottom, she yelled, "I told you not to disobey! I told you not to disobey!" "Mom! I was wrong!" The boy clutched his bottom and tried to run away, his face contorted with tears as he begged for mercy. "How many times do I have to tell you this slut is a jinx before you realize it! Have you forgotten how Gou Sheng's father died? Have you forgotten how your second uncle died?" "Mom, it's okay...""What do you mean it's nothing! All the women in the village who've slept with this city slut are either dead or injured! This slut is a jinx sent to wreak havoc on our village! The other day, the neighbor's big black dog died mysteriously, he must have slept with this woman too! You little brat, how old are you? Your pubic hair's barely grown and you're already sleeping with this damn slut! You're asking for it!" "Erwa's mother, you don't understand..." Da Niu, riding on the back of the naked woman, spoke up, "This woman is good, which village girl or wife can compare?" "Da Niu, you brat! Get off me! You're the one who corrupted my Erwa!" The rural woman grabbed Erwa's ear and angrily charged towards Da Niu. Da Niu cleverly "flipped off his horse," and Ersha laughed, the two of them taking off like lightning. Unable to catch Da Niu and Er Wa, the rural woman vented her anger on the scantily clad woman. She kicked the naked woman crawling in the wheat field, cursing, "Crazy woman, slut! Bah! Shameless!" She then kicked her again, sending the naked woman crashing to the ground. "You vixen who's ruining people! Crazy woman! Slut!" Just then, Lao Zhou and Sun Zhenggang arrived. Having had her fill of verbal venting, the rural woman swaggered away, dragging her son along. Sun Zhenggang cursed at the departing woman a couple more times and then fell silent, while Lao Zhou remained surprisingly calm. This scene, a mixture of sensuality and absurdity, debauchery and sin, would have been utterly astonishing to any outsider. He crouched down, brushing aside the woman's sweat-dampened hair, finally revealing her originally alluring face. "Little Ding... I'm sorry to have troubled you... I'm late..." Chapter 20 of "The Unjust Destination": Winners and Losers. The verdict two years ago remains a lingering nightmare for everyone, especially for Lao Zhou and Jia Li. Ding Ting, however, is the only one who has forgotten. Because Ding Ting went mad. No one knows if Ding Ting has truly freed herself mentally after going mad. Perhaps the pain no longer torments her mind, but physically, she has indeed suffered inhuman torture and pain. Lao Zhou's fingertips traced the ends of Ding Ting's dry hair, evidence of it being brutally cut off with scissors. Her once bright and alluring eyes were now vacant. She sat blankly in the wheat field, smiling foolishly. Lao Zhou and Sun Zhenggang felt a pang of heartache watching her. Who could have imagined that just two years ago, she was such a charming and sexy urban woman? It was hard to comprehend the complex expression on Old Zhou's rough, wrinkled face. If one had to pinpoint the dominant emotion at that moment, it would undoubtedly be guilt. Yes, guilt. If Zhou Jianpeng hadn't died, Ding Ting would never be in this state. "Let's go... let's leave here..." Old Zhou choked up. Although Ding Ting was the third party who broke up his son and daughter-in-law's marriage, she was a good girl, yet she ended up like this. Indeed, Old Zhou was also partly responsible, and Zhou Jianpeng's death was directly related to Jia Li. After Zhou Jianpeng's sentence was reduced, Ding Ting frequently visited him in the detention center, while Jia Li gave birth to a son, named Si'en. Initially, Jia Li and Ding Ting kept to themselves, and things were peaceful until one day, when Jia Li and Old Zhou went to visit Ding Ting, they happened to encounter her again, and the two had another heated argument, ending in a bitter argument. Two months later, Zhou Jianpeng committed suicide in prison. The reason was that Jia Li, with their three-month-old son, visited him again and told him the truth about her incestuous relationship with her father-in-law, Old Zhou, resulting in a child. Shortly after, Ding Ting went insane. Zhou Jianpeng's death was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering Ding Ting's carefully constructed mental defenses, causing them to crumble completely. Ding Ting was also an orphan with no relatives in the city. After persuading Old Zhou, the judge's father, Old Zhang, insisted on taking the insane Ding Ting back to Baili Village. However, ten months ago, the old man suddenly died of an illness, and Ding Ting's madness worsened. No one dared to take her in. The men in the village, who had always coveted this insane city beauty, began taking turns sexually assaulting Ding Ting after Old Zhang's death. Thirty years after the reform and opening up, the simple and honest people of Baili Village were no longer what they used to be. Or perhaps it was fate, but the men who mainly bullied Ding Ting in the village all died mysteriously one after another. A few months ago, a family in the village finally dared to take her in, often keeping her chained up in their yard like a pet to prevent her from running away. Last month, rumors spread in the village that the crazy woman from the city had gotten together with the village's old bachelor, who also happened to be crazy, so no one dared to approach her anymore. What a pitiful woman. After a lot of coaxing and deception, Ding Ting's emotions stabilized a bit, and he finally managed to get her to put on the t-shirt and shorts he had brought. Sun Zhenggang felt very uncomfortable. He had always been a chivalrous man, and when Old Zhou told him that he would take care of a young woman, he was half-believing and half-accepting, so he didn't completely agree. Now, seeing Ding Ting's miserable state, he couldn't help but feel compassion. Looking up, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds covered the sun, and the west wind swept away the summer heat. He and Lao Zhou, one on each side, were about to help Ding Ting back to Village Chief Wang's house when they saw graceful figures in the distance. Two tall, beautiful women slowly approached, their slender waists swaying and their cat-like steps creating ripples of breasts and buttocks. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed true; these two alluring beauties from the countryside could only be Jia Li and Lu Yao. Seeing the completely insane and disheveled Ding Ting, Jia Li's expression was clearly not pleasant. After all, Ding Ting's current predicament was something she had never imagined. The complex emotions she thought she could forget surged back into her heart. A year and a half ago, she had become increasingly angry and only wanted to take revenge on Zhou Jianpeng. Unexpectedly, this tall and imposing man would vent his grief and anger in such an extreme way. Thus, Jia Li's illicit affair with her father-in-law, Lao Zhou, had to remain buried underground, and her son, Si En, was registered as Zhou Jianpeng's posthumous child. No one spoke along the way. The sky grew increasingly gloomy, yet not a single drop of rain fell; only the howling wind whistled through the air. They hurried on. By the time they returned to the village chief's house, it was already dusk. The group busied themselves for a long time before finally giving Ding Ting a quick wash and dressing. Ding Ting's emotions fluctuated between irritability and numbness, but only Old Zhou could keep her in check. The reason was simple: Old Zhou always said "Go home," and Ding Ting would always nod, seemingly understanding. The young woman before them was not yet thirty. Her once smooth, fair skin was gone, and her slender figure had become so thin that it had lost its beauty. Only after washing away the grime from her face and body could one vaguely discern her former beauty and charm. However, her lifeless eyes and dull expression reminded people of the fact that she had gone mad. As for that innate, foxy charm, it had long since vanished. In stark contrast to the somewhat lavish lunch, dinner was much simpler. Jia Li quickly ate a few bites and went upstairs. The fact that Ding Ting had been brought back that afternoon weighed heavily on everyone's minds, with some even harboring their own secrets. Among them, the most complicated was neither Old Zhou, nor Lu Yao, nor even Village Chief Wang, but Sun Zhenggang. He had just clearly seen Ding Ting's haggard face after washing it, and felt a sense of déjà vu. After thinking carefully, he finally remembered that more than two years ago, as a photography enthusiast, he had been invited to participate in an underground paid model shoot. Always a womanizer, he readily agreed. Unlike the usual private models he had encountered before, the two tall models with impressive figures were not only alluring and seductive, but also stunningly beautiful—broad shoulders, slender waists, large breasts, and long legs—truly national beauties. The entire day of shooting, with two stunning beauties, was enough to captivate anyone. As a "VIP," he even chose the taller model for a night of passion after the shoot. Now, thinking back, wasn't that other alluring model the woman named Ding Ting? Though time had passed and the world had changed, he had already experienced the coldness of human nature. Sun Zhenggang's mind raced. Ever since Old Zhou first told him the whole story at the villa a few days ago, his thoughts had been incredibly complex. In short, Old Zhou wanted to entrust Ding Ting to him. The reason was simple: Old Zhou felt guilty and remorseful towards Ding Ting, and felt obligated to help her escape her suffering. On the other hand, Old Zhou didn't want the mentally unstable Ding Ting to appear around Jia Li again, lest she become a psychological burden. Actually, as a seasoned womanizer, he had already seen through the relationship between this father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but due to his relationship with his former superior, Sun Zhenggang hadn't pointed it out. It seemed that this father-in-law and daughter-in-law truly had genuine feelings for each other. Arranging for Ding Ting was indeed not difficult for Sun Zhenggang, the deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau. A simple call could find a mental hospital in the provincial capital. The key was that he had always been the type to love beauty more than power, and it would be a real waste not to keep such a pitifully beautiful woman by his side. In any case, he wouldn't mind having another mistress in his harem. But did he really need one more?The rain, though seemingly broken, eventually fell into the mortal world, and Jia Li, listening to the rain by the window, felt a pang in her heart. Although it had driven away the summer heat, the rain wasn't exactly a blessing for her. The rain would wash the earth, making the mountain roads even muddier, and she had to travel early the next morning. She longed to return home and missed her son; she wasn't comfortable leaving him with the nanny all this time. "You know what? I actually loved the rain when I was little." Closing the window, the pattering rain suddenly ceased its clamor, as if isolated from the world. Jia Li placed her hands on her chest, unintentionally lifting her full breasts. She gracefully swayed her slender waist, turned around, and her gaze fell on the large double bed in the room. Ding Ting's slightly withered body lay there quietly, her empty eyes seemingly unfocused, but certainly not meeting Jia Li's gaze. She quietly shook her head, a slight movement, a barely perceptible, blank smile on her face. She didn't respond, nor would she. "I like the feeling of rain. It's so quiet, the whole world is so quiet, and it feels like we're not so lonely anymore." Jia Li continued, seemingly to herself, "I remember when we were in the orphanage, you loved going out to play. So in sixth grade, the essay topic was 'Best Friends,' and I wrote that I hated rain because I wanted to go out and play with you." Jia Li paused for a moment. "Do you remember?" "It's okay, it's okay if you forget. I have a good memory. I remember when we got into trouble, you let me go first but got caught by the teacher. You never implicated me as the 'main culprit.'" A genuine smile appeared on Jia Li's face. "Oh, right, when we were older, one night we went out of school to buy something and were harassed by some thugs. Luckily, you were quick-witted enough to call for a passerby. Hehe, do you remember?" "I know you don't understand what I'm saying." Jia Li fell silent, and that silence lasted for a long time. "When I was little, because I didn't have parents, I always wished I could grow up quickly. Now I'm almost thirty, but I can never go back." A clear tear slid down Jia Li's beautiful face, and her chest began to rise and fall slightly. "We were so close back then, like sisters. Who would have thought it would turn out like this..." "I was so stupid, wasn't I? In the beginning, to get revenge on Jianpeng for his affair, I seduced my own father-in-law in a fit of pique while half-drunk; later, to get revenge on you, I took my father-in-law's son, Si'en, to prison to see Jianpeng." "Who won?" "I'm sorry to you, and you're sorry to me... I really don't want to grow up! I don't want to see you like this in this situation! Why! Why did things turn out like this!" Jia Li's emotions were out of control, and tears streamed down her face. Ding Ting was still smiling foolishly, still gently shaking her head. Old Zhou was outside, listening through the door. He leaned quietly against the wall, hesitating for a long time, but still didn't go inside. Let her cry, she'll be done crying. Jia Li's tears. The rain outside. A woman with a natural, serene demeanor, concealing all the good and evil of this world. ※※※ About an hour's drive west of the old city center lies the new western district, a key development area for the provincial government. Hundreds of commercial buildings and residential complexes are under construction, embodying the city government's high hopes and carrying the dreams of countless young people. This cemetery in the new district, however, stands in stark contrast to the overall atmosphere. There are no noisy construction sounds, no bustling crowds, only a tranquil and melancholic atmosphere embraced by greenery. 28-year-old Yang Mengjue, soon to be a mother, walks slowly, her large belly swaying, her handsome husband always by her side. She has come to pay respects to her ex-boyfriend, Fang Lei, who passed away two years ago. Six months ago, she finally moved on and married a young and promising architect. Now, the couple is loving and their family harmonious. Her husband knows about her past relationship with Fang Lei and fully understands and supports her coming to visit his grave. She loved Fang Lei and was willing to do anything for him, yet she always steadfastly refused to touch drugs. So Fang Lei rests in peace, while she ultimately found happiness. It was a weekday, and the cemetery was unusually quiet. As she left, she caught a glimpse of a tall, elegant, and beautiful young woman carrying a four- or five-year-old boy deeper into the cemetery. Her beautiful figure and striking presence were particularly eye-catching. "You are... Sister Li?" "Yang Mengjue?" Jia Li's brow relaxed. "What are you doing here?" These two were indeed old acquaintances. "Oh, I'm here to pay my respects to my father." Yang Mengjue lied; Fang Lei and Jia Li had a past, and this was for her own good. Her husband immediately understood. "This is my husband, and I'm pregnant." "Congratulations." "This is your son, isn't he? He's so big already." Seeing that Jia Li didn't mention Fang Lei, Yang Mengjue quickly changed the subject. "Si'en, say hello to Auntie." Perhaps a little shy, four-year-old Si'en turned towards his mother, clinging tightly to her neck with his little hands. "I'm sorry, he's shy." "It's alright." Yang Mengjue was a little embarrassed. "You're here because..." "Oh, I came to see my husband. He's been gone for several years." "I see." Yang Mengjue didn't say anything more and made an excuse to leave with her husband. A clear bird song swept across the azure sky, a ripple of youthful exuberance. Jia Li's graceful figure hadn't diminished over the years. With an elegant turn, she led her son Si'en to a tombstone. "Dad, Si'en and I have come to see you. How are you?" [The End]She came here to pay respects to her ex-boyfriend, Fang Lei, who had passed away two years prior. Six months ago, she finally moved on and married a promising young architect. Now, the couple is loving and their family harmonious. Her husband, aware of her past relationship with Fang Lei, is very understanding and supportive of her coming to visit his grave. She loved Fang Lei and was willing to do anything for him, but she always steadfastly refused to use drugs. Thus, Fang Lei rests in peace, while she ultimately found happiness. It was a weekday, and the cemetery was unusually quiet. As she left, she caught a glimpse of a tall, elegant, and beautiful young woman carrying a four- or five-year-old boy deeper into the cemetery. Her beautiful figure and striking presence made her stand out. "Are you… Sister Li?" "Yang Mengjue?" Jia Li's brow relaxed. "What are you doing here?" These two people she bumped into were indeed old acquaintances. "Oh, I'm here to pay respects to my father." Yang Mengjue lied. Fang Lei and Jia Li had a past, and this was for her own good. Her husband immediately understood. "This is my husband, and I'm pregnant too." "Congratulations!" "This must be your son, he's so big already." Seeing that Jia Li didn't mention Fang Lei, Yang Mengjue quickly changed the subject. "Si'en, say hello to Auntie." Perhaps a little shy, four-year-old Si'en turned towards his mother, clinging tightly to her neck. "I'm sorry, he's shy." "It's alright." Yang Mengjue was a little embarrassed. "You're here because..." "Oh, I'm here to see my husband. He's been gone for several years." "I see." Yang Mengjue didn't say anything more and made an excuse to leave with her husband. A clear bird song swept across the azure sky, a ripple of youthful exuberance. Jia Li's graceful figure hadn't diminished at all over the years. With an elegant turn, she led her son, Si En, to a tombstone. "Dad, Si En and I have come to see you. How are you?" [The End]She came here to pay respects to her ex-boyfriend, Fang Lei, who had passed away two years prior. Six months ago, she finally moved on and married a promising young architect. Now, the couple is loving and their family harmonious. Her husband, aware of her past relationship with Fang Lei, is very understanding and supportive of her coming to visit his grave. She loved Fang Lei and was willing to do anything for him, but she always steadfastly refused to use drugs. Thus, Fang Lei rests in peace, while she ultimately found happiness. It was a weekday, and the cemetery was unusually quiet. As she left, she caught a glimpse of a tall, elegant, and beautiful young woman carrying a four- or five-year-old boy deeper into the cemetery. Her beautiful figure and striking presence made her stand out. "Are you… Sister Li?" "Yang Mengjue?" Jia Li's brow relaxed. "What are you doing here?" These two people she bumped into were indeed old acquaintances. "Oh, I'm here to pay respects to my father." Yang Mengjue lied. Fang Lei and Jia Li had a past, and this was for her own good. Her husband immediately understood. "This is my husband, and I'm pregnant too." "Congratulations!" "This must be your son, he's so big already." Seeing that Jia Li didn't mention Fang Lei, Yang Mengjue quickly changed the subject. "Si'en, say hello to Auntie." Perhaps a little shy, four-year-old Si'en turned towards his mother, clinging tightly to her neck. "I'm sorry, he's shy." "It's alright." Yang Mengjue was a little embarrassed. "You're here because..." "Oh, I'm here to see my husband. He's been gone for several years." "I see." Yang Mengjue didn't say anything more and made an excuse to leave with her husband. A clear bird song swept across the azure sky, a ripple of youthful exuberance. Jia Li's graceful figure hadn't diminished at all over the years. With an elegant turn, she led her son, Si En, to a tombstone. "Dad, Si En and I have come to see you. How are you?" [The End]

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