Married to the teacher

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There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart, and at this moment, my heart is truly dead. In less than two months, I have suffered two heartbreaks. If Aqi's departure was the price I paid for my first love, then my teacher's sudden departure was devastating. I don't know what I did wrong. Why can others simultaneously possess a wife, a lover, and a partner, while I can't even hold onto the happiness that's right beside me?

I returned to a chaotic life, living day and night in reverse, drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Tan Huo and the others just assumed I couldn't recover from the blow Aqi dealt me, marveling that I was the last heartbreaker in the world. Who could know the bitterness in my heart? The last thing a heartbroken man wants to do is confide in someone.

In fact, I haven't been able to forget the hurt she caused me for a single moment over the years. I really can't imagine what I would do if my teacher came back to me one day.

But tonight, my teacher is right in front of me. Watching her even breathing, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, everything is just as it was before. I can't help but marvel that the sculptor of time hasn't left any marks on her face.

My left hand was still very painful, but I couldn't move it further, so I had to call 120 for emergency help. After confirming that I could pay the 200 yuan emergency fee, they promised that the ambulance would arrive in fifteen minutes.

Why did my teacher faint in front of my house? I could only find out the answer when she woke up. Right on time, the ambulance arrived at the fifteen-minute mark. After a brief examination, the doctor told me that my left radius was broken. Damn! No way, I'm not made of tofu, it's not that easy to break a bone. Just as I was about to object, a sharp pain forced me to shut up.

At the hospital, the doctor immobilized my arm and admitted me to the hospital. As advised by the doctor, I would be happily receiving treatment there for a month. What a double whammy! After the treatment, I went to the doctor's office with my arm in a sling to inquire about my teacher's condition.

"This lady may have a serious brain disease. We can't say for sure right now. We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning for a CT scan to find out," the doctor explained.

"Brain disease? Can you tell me what it is? How serious is it?" Hearing that my teacher's condition might be serious, my heart jumped into my throat.

"Based on my experience, this lady may have had, or is currently having, some kind of malignant brain lesion. What's your relationship to her? You'd better be prepared; we'll discuss other things after the examination tomorrow."

I spent a restless and anxious night. At this point, I had no heart to dwell on why my teacher had left without saying goodbye all those years ago.

Before I knew it, dawn broke. Ignoring the doctor's advice, I insisted on accompanying my teacher to the CT scan. An hour later, the results came back, and I heard the doctor coldly utter two words: "Brain tumor!" My blood froze instantly. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. Why had the person I loved so deeply suffered such misfortune? I couldn't imagine how I would face my teacher when she awoke.

Looking at her lying quietly on the hospital bed, her breathing calm and steady, as if she were asleep. But who would have thought that this evil disease was devouring this young and beautiful life? In a daze, I went to the doctor's office, clinging to a sliver of hope that my ears were playing tricks on me.

"Young man, it's unfortunate, but we have to tell you that this lady has a late-stage brain tumor. There's currently no cure for this disease, especially for mid-to-late stage tumors."

"Is there any hope?" The doctor seemed unable to bear seeing the despair in my eyes. "The only treatment currently available is surgery, but Ms. Mei's tumor is large and in a bad location. Surgery only has less than a 5% chance of success, so our advice is conservative treatment..."

I couldn't hear what the doctor said after that; my soul seemed to be adrift, unable to find support. Only now did I realize that I still deeply loved my teacher, even though she had left me years ago. I believed she had her reasons.

In the ward, I sat by my teacher's bedside, my trembling hands constantly stroking her delicate face. Helplessness filled my entire being; I hated my own powerlessness, hated that I couldn't give my teacher a chance to live. "Maybe six months, maybe three months..." Thinking of what the doctor had just said, fear involuntarily gripped my mind and body.

My teacher's body trembled slightly; I knew she had woken up. The teacher didn't open her eyes, two streams of tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Teacher, are you awake? It's me, Chen Cuo. Please open your eyes and look at me, okay?" I said softly.

"Cuo, is that you?" The teacher gently opened her eyes. "It's me. You fainted in front of my house yesterday. We're in the hospital now. I broke my arm yesterday..." Seeing the teacher awake, I was so excited I was almost incoherent.

"Ah! Your arm is broken? How could you be so careless? Let me see, does it still hurt?" The teacher struggled to sit up, but her weak body wouldn't allow her to get up.

I gently pressed the teacher back onto the bed. "Don't move. The doctor just examined you. You're very weak right now, you can't move around..." I forced a smile, unwilling to tell her such a cruel reality.

The teacher slowly closed her eyes, tears flowing again. "You know about my condition, right?" the teacher asked me.

"..." I was speechless.

“Wrong, I had a check-up when I was in England, and I know what disease I have. The doctor said I don't have much time left, otherwise I wouldn't have rushed back to find you. Wrong, do you hate me?”

Looking at the teacher's calm expression, I didn't expect that she already knew she had a serious illness. “Why would I hate you? I only have love for you. No matter what you do, I won't blame you.” Facing the teacher at this moment, what else could I say? I couldn't feel any love for her, let alone in this situation.

“Wrong, I originally thought I would never come to see you again, but since I learned about my illness, my longing for you has become stronger and stronger. Finally, I couldn't bear the longing for you anymore, so I came back. Are you alright? My little husband.” Little husband was what the teacher called me. Hearing her call me that at this moment, the tears I had been holding back for so long kept falling from my eyes.

The whole morning was spent listening to the teacher's soft words, and I finally understood why the teacher had left me to marry and move to England. The story begins a month before our graduation. We won first place in the National Computer Technology Competition, and the head judge, Lei Ziming, was Professor Mei's prized student. Years ago in university, he had pursued Professor Mei, but she rejected him. Sometime after we won the award, and after Professor Mei and I became a couple, Professor Mei received a call from Lei Ziming. Lei Ziming said he was about to immigrate to England and wanted to invite Professor Mei to dinner before leaving. Lei Ziming's influence was crucial to our first-place win, so although Professor Mei was reluctant, she accepted his invitation. To her surprise, the dinner was at Lei Ziming's residence, and it was just the two of them. During the meal, Lei Ziming again professed his love for Professor Mei and repeatedly boasted about his achievements over the years. However, at that moment, Professor Mei only had eyes for me, and without any hesitation, she said no. Unexpectedly, Lei Ziming turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. When he was rejected by Professor Mei again, he became a beast and raped her.

After this incident, the teacher never saw me again. She couldn't forgive herself for being unfaithful to her lover, even though it wasn't her intention. Meanwhile, Lei Ziming used various tricks to break through Teacher Mei's defenses. Ultimately, under pressure from her parents and in a state of self-destructive behavior, the teacher agreed to marry Lei Ziming and immigrated to England with him.

During his time in England, Lei Ziming tried everything to make amends to his teacher, but she never forgave him. In her own words, she wanted to spend her entire life tormenting the person who had ruined her happiness. This continued until recently, when she began fainting for no apparent reason, finally going to the hospital for a checkup.

"Wait, do you know? When I found out I had brain cancer, my greatest wish wasn't for a miracle, but to spend my last moments with you, to be your wife wholeheartedly, to make up for all the harm I'd caused you over the years. Now I'm finally back, and you're right here beside me. I'm so happy now; even if I die right now, I have no regrets."

"Teacher, I love you, I don't want you to die..." I cried out emotionally.

"Wait, please don't be like this. My man is always strong," the teacher comforted me.

I could imagine the pain of living with someone you hate for so many years. The teacher's brain disease might be caused by long-term resentment. Lei Ziming, you bastard, as long as I, Chen Cuo, have a breath left, I will never let you go.

For the next few days, I stayed by my teacher's side without leaving her side. During this time, Xiaoxin called me several times, but I didn't answer. I only called Teacher Mei and told her that I had gone to Huangshan with her. My teacher didn't want Teacher Mei to worry about her, so she didn't tell the truth.

My teacher's condition was temporarily under control, and the doctor allowed her to be discharged. Despite my teacher's objections, I also went through the discharge procedures and went back to my apartment with her.

On the first night back home, I cooked several dishes and had dinner with my teacher. We talked about how we had missed each other after being separated for so many years. At that moment, I felt that the passionate and outgoing teacher from back then had returned.

After dinner, I gently carried my teacher to bed and covered her with a blanket. After I said goodnight to my teacher, she bit her lower lip, blushed, and said to me, "Wait, don't you want me?"

"Your health isn't good, we shouldn't..." I was really worried about her health. I was content as long as my teacher was back by my side.

"My dear husband, I came back to be your wife. Please don't do this, okay? I'm fine. Trust your wife. If you don't want me today, I'll be very disappointed."

I had never doubted my teacher's love for me, but I never expected it to be so passionate and unconditional. Looking at my teacher, so shy and radiant on the bed, I could no longer suppress the passion in my heart. I would cherish every second I spent with her.

My teacher took off her clothes, and her familiar body was once again revealed before me. Love flowed gently in our hearts. Teacher, I'm here. At that moment, the world belonged only to the two of us. How would I face the days without my teacher...?

The morning light slanted in through the gap in the curtains, pouring onto the bed. My teacher slept gently beside me, her long, flowing hair cascading over my chest and onto the pillow. Thinking of her tenderness and devotion last night, my heart fluttered. I put on my pajamas and slowly got up. A pair of smooth, lotus-like arms reached out from behind me and hugged me tightly.

"Where are you going, my dear husband?" my teacher whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to make you breakfast,” I said, “but I’m going to eat you now…” With that, I turned and pounced on my naked teacher. Once this started, there was no stopping us. We kissed passionately like lovers, tirelessly exploring the mysteries of each other’s bodies…

Early spring in Shanghai was unusually cold, and I couldn’t help but envy the lives of northerners. Although the weather was cold there, they had central heating indoors, making it comfortable as long as they didn’t go outside. Shanghai was different; it was freezing, yet they didn’t have central heating, forcing people to come out and bask in the sun.

My teacher and I strolled on the green space in the neighborhood, the warm sunlight flowing silently between heaven and earth. Watching the children playing on the grass, they seemed so happy.

“Wrong, do you like children?” my teacher asked.

“Yes, seeing them makes me understand why writers like to compare children to flowers. Childhood truly is a season of flowers,” I replied.

“It’s a pity I don’t have enough time, otherwise… otherwise I would have wanted to have a child with you.” At this point, my teacher’s gaze lowered sadly.

A pang of sorrow gripped my heart. We'd been avoiding this topic for days, but we both knew that from the day we reunited, our separation was an unbreakable promise, a promise of life and death.

The teacher looked up, her eyes resolute. "Wait, promise me something, okay?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Promise me first, okay?" No one could bear to refuse such a request from a woman.

"Okay, I promise you." Although a vague unease lingered, I yielded.

"Give me a child, okay? Even if I can't give birth, I want to be a complete woman. Then, we can go to heaven together, blessing his father, and I won't feel lonely..."

At that moment, I felt the intensity of the teacher's love for me. "I promise you..." Before I could finish, the teacher threw herself into my arms, a passionate kiss spreading between us.

Nanjing Road, the place where the teacher and I had our first date. Amidst the bustling crowd, the teacher chirped happily around me like a little swallow. Perhaps influenced by her, the gloom that had been weighing on my heart for days gradually dissipated. We shopped from store to store, like two shopaholics. When we got tired, we'd stop at a roadside café for a coffee, rest for a moment, and then continue our shopping spree. Sometimes, seeing my teacher panting heavily from exhaustion, I'd ignore the curious stares of passersby and carry her on my back for a while. At dusk, my teacher, overworked, actually fell asleep on my back. Not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep, I didn't call a taxi and just carried her home.

Finally, we arrived home; I had walked over ten kilometers, carrying someone on my back. Just as we entered the house, the phone rang, waking my sleeping teacher.

"Ah!" My teacher rubbed her sleepy eyes, disoriented.

It was Huang Liwei calling. Only then did I realize that I had been here for five days, and during that time, I hadn't called the company. I raised my index finger, gesturing for my teacher to be quiet.

"Hello, is this Mr. Huang..." Before I could finish speaking, Huang Liwei's handsome, straightforward voice rang out from the other end, "What's going on with you? Are you playing hide-and-seek? Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I just got back and accidentally tripped and broke my left hand. I've been in the hospital, and my head is all foggy. I didn't think to call in sick." I made up an excuse, and seeing my teacher's amused expression, I made a fierce face. But there was nothing I could do; she wasn't afraid of me at all, and instead laughed even harder.

Hearing me say that, Lao Huang's tone softened noticeably. "Why are you always so careless? You got hurt without even saying a word. How are you? Which hospital are you in? I'll come see you."

I was taken aback. This Boss Huang was known for his decisiveness. "It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm almost fully recovered now. I'll be discharged tomorrow morning, and I'll report to the company as soon as I'm discharged."

Huang Liwei didn't insist anymore. "You haven't been to work for a week. People at the company are saying you resigned. Boss Wang called me in three times, asking what happened to my men. I've been keeping it from you, saying you were sick. Looks like I guessed right. If you hadn't completed this mission so perfectly, I wouldn't have been able to protect you. Bring your hospital certificate tomorrow to get a leave of absence."

I thanked Huang Liwei profusely, exchanged a few words, and hung up. The teacher on the other end couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

"I broke my hand, and my head is still spinning... It's hilarious! You're lying without even blushing, haha..." the teacher continued to mock me relentlessly.

"What lie? At least half of it is true. If it weren't for you, would I have broken my hand? And you still have the nerve to laugh?" I said, feigning anger as I hung up. "

Hmph! You're clumsy and won't admit it. Why didn't anyone else fall? You're blaming me now. I'm ignoring you." the teacher said, wrinkling her cute little nose.

After a while, the teacher didn't hear me and turned around, only to find I was gone.

"Chen Cuo, where are you? Chen Cuo..." the teacher's voice trembled with tears as she anxiously searched for me.

"Chen Cuo, waah!..." the teacher cried as she rushed into the kitchen, hugging me tightly. Her pitiful expression left me completely bewildered.

"My dear, what happened? Who bullied you?" I asked, my heart aching.

"It was you who bullied me, it was you..." the teacher persisted, "I thought you were angry and didn't want me anymore... who knew you'd come here, ouch!" I quickly closed the chili powder box in my hand.

I turned around and hugged the teacher, "Don't cry, sweetie, it's my fault, you'll look ugly if you cry." I tenderly wiped away the tears on the teacher's face.

"Ah!" the teacher screamed and jumped away, "Chen Cuo, you're so bad, what's that in your hand?"

Only then did I realize that my hand had just been holding chili powder. Sigh! Concern really makes one lose their composure.

"Bang!" The teacher ran into the bedroom and wouldn't open the door no matter how much I called.

"Teacher, good baby, open the door, I've made dinner, whatever your mood is, eat first, okay!" I called the teacher from outside the door to come out for dinner.

The door opened, and only then did I see that the teacher's eyes were red and swollen, like a cute white rabbit. Without leaving me, the teacher went straight to the dining table and started eating angrily.

During the meal, I kept apologizing to the teacher and telling her jokes, but the teacher ignored me. The latter half of dinner was spent in silence. Afterwards, the teacher quietly cleared the dishes. Feeling utterly bored, I went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. The teacher wasn't well, and I hadn't smoked for a week. Just then, a familiar figure pressed close behind me.

"Wrong, I'm so afraid. I'm afraid that one day you won't want me anymore, and you'll just walk away silently like you did just now..." the teacher said plaintively.

"How could that be? I said, no matter what you do to me, I will accept it..." I murmured in her ear, whispering the words she could never get enough of. The moonlight outside the window added a touch of holy radiance to the teacher's face.

Many myths and legends, both ancient and modern, begin with love, even the Bible is no exception. The man named Adam, in pursuit of the love he had longed for, was willing to sacrifice one of his ribs. Compared to many tragic love stories, Adam only sacrificed a rib, and his ultimate mistake was merely stealing an apple. But many more have paid a huge price, even their lives.

Like water dripping on stone, the flow of time leaves indelible marks on everyone's heart. Although only twenty-seven years have passed, life has given me so much. Looking at my sleeping beloved beside me, so close, yet knowing that in just a few months she will leave me forever, I no longer have the strength to cry. The heart-wrenching pain has numbed me.

I believe my love for my teacher is stronger than gold, but gold has an eternal life. Why can't we, even if it's just to leave this world together, so that one of us won't have to endure that indescribable pain?

"My little husband, I am yours, forever..." my teacher murmured in her sleep.

Regardless of tomorrow, my teacher is still mine now. I thank God for bringing her back to my side in these final days, allowing our love to have a less-than-perfect ending.

Lost in thought, dawn broke. Despite my objections, my teacher got up and made me my first breakfast since being discharged from the hospital. The teacher was in a good mood today, glancing at me every now and then with her still slightly reddened eyebrows, making my heart flutter.

"Go to work after you finish eating. I don't want to marry a stay-at-home dad," she teased playfully.

"What will you do if I go to work? Stay home as a housewife?" I retorted.

The teacher rolled her eyes at me, then said happily, "I need to go home to get some things and tell Mom and Dad I'm not living here anymore..." She looked troubled, "How should I tell them... Oh well, whatever, I'm going to be with you, and nobody can stop me." She said firmly.

"Should I tell Teacher Mei that I stole her sweet daughter's heart, and she's crying and begging to live with me?"

"Don't be so conceited. Go to work now. Don't go fooling around with other people tonight. Come home for dinner," she commanded.

My hand has mostly healed these past few days; except for not being able to use it much, it's pretty much the same as before. To prove the injury, I dug out the suspenders I used a few days ago and hung them around my neck.

As I strode into the company, grimacing exaggeratedly, a large group of people surrounded me, showering me with concern, which annoyed me quite a bit.

"Chen Cuo, come here for a second." Huang Liwei's stern face appeared behind me. I gave the crowd a helpless look and turned to walk towards Huang Liwei's office.

"Have a smoke." Huang Liwei took out a Zhonghua cigarette and offered it to me.

"Sorry, I quit." I had secretly resolved to quit smoking yesterday; I didn't want my teacher to live in the harmful effects of secondhand smoke.

"Oh?" Huang Liwei looked at me like I was a monster. After confirming I wasn't joking, he lit one for himself.

"How's your injury healing?" Huang Liwei asked.

"Mostly fine, but I can't do heavy physical labor anymore," I replied.

"That's good. I'm not saying this to criticize you, but if you were injured, you should have called and told me. It's not like I wouldn't give you leave. You're putting me in a very passive position, you know?" A cloud of smoke spread between Huang Liwei and me.

I could imagine how much trouble Huang Liwei had been dealing with me these past few days, and a feeling of gratitude welled up inside me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, it won't happen again."

"Forget it, you'll be crippled next time," Huang Liwei joked, then changed the subject and asked me, "Chen Cuo, what do you think of my office?"

"It's great, so spacious, unlike us dozens of people crammed together, and your office is the most tastefully decorated in the whole company." Although I didn't quite grasp his true intention, I still flattered him at the opportune moment.

"Hehe, you're good at flattering me." Despite saying that, Huang Liwei still seemed very happy. "Interested in moving in?"

I was taken aback; this kind of joke wasn't something to be made lightly. "Mr. Huang, I know I was wrong this time, I was disorganized and undisciplined, I promise I'll change in the future, okay? Don't scare me."

"Look at you, so easily frightened, is it really necessary?" Huang Liwei was the company leader I respected most, and he was very caring towards me, but his criticisms of me were particularly harsh.

"President Gu is retiring next month, and the company's board of directors has decided that I will succeed him. As for my position, I recommended you to the company, and it should be finalized in the next few days," Huang Liwei said calmly. He was the kind of person who remained composed under pressure, so even such a major event sounded unrelated to him.

"Thank you so much, President Huang. You are truly like a second parent to me. From now on, please treat me like your own child. You can hit me or scold me as you please. No matter what, I will always be your person," I eagerly expressed my loyalty to him. However, I didn't just say those words casually. Sometimes, I really do respect such a venerable elder as if he were my parent.

“You don’t need to be too grateful to me. It’s mainly because you completed this mission so exceptionally well. The company in X province has recommended you for commendation three times in a row, the operators are very satisfied, and they’ve even established a long-term cooperative relationship with us. So this time, you’ve truly made a name for yourself. If Lao Gu hadn’t been retiring, I might have really been replaced by you,” Huang Liwei said with emotion. He glanced at me, who seemed at a loss, and continued, “Chen Cuo, to be honest, even if you replaced me, I would be very happy for you. Many times, I really treated you like my own child. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any children, or maybe it’s because we spend so much time together. Even a biological father and son wouldn’t feel this way.”

Hearing this, I was truly speechless with gratitude. I never expected that Huang Liwei and I would develop such a deep bond. Heaven has truly been kind to me. In just a few days, my teacher returned, and now I have such an elder who is both a father and a friend, caring for and nurturing me. But thinking of my teacher, whose life was as fragile as paper, I couldn’t help but burst into tears.

"Why are you crying, young man? You should seize any opportunity. I'll handle things with the higher-ups. Just focus on your work. I have a lot of faith in you, so don't let me down." As he said this, I saw tears of emotion welling up in Mr. Huang's eyes. I never imagined someone as strong as him could be so moved. At that moment, I felt his genuine affection.

"Mr. Huang, there's something I want to tell you..." I impulsively wanted to tell him about my teacher, but then I realized it was too presumptuous to bring it up now.

"What is it? Go ahead," Huang Liwei asked.

"I want to recognize you as my godfather..." I changed the subject.

"I'm only nineteen years older than you. You don't think I'm getting a good deal, do you?" Huang Liwei joked, but I saw expectation in his eyes.

"No, no, when I first came to the company alone, you always took care of me. I only have respect for you, nothing more..." I explained anxiously, afraid Huang Liwei would misunderstand and think I was deliberately trying to build a relationship with him.

“I know your character very well, so don’t overthink it. Once I, Huang Liwei, have made up my mind, no one can change it. I don’t care what others say. How about this, come to my house tomorrow night. Since we’ve become godfather and son, we should be more formal. I’ll have your godmother cook a few dishes, and we’ll have a few drinks.” Hearing him say this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was also happy that he agreed to recognize me as his godson.

“There’s something I need to remind you of. This appointment will definitely cause a huge uproar. You’ve never held any management position before, and this direct promotion to vice president is unprecedented in the entire company. There will definitely be people who are jealous and gossiping behind your back. Don’t pay too much attention to those people, but be careful with your behavior and don’t be as casual as before. Also, your old rival, Wang Yongming, is also being promoted to vice president of a department. This person is dishonest, so be careful. Sigh! It’s a mistake for the company to give such a position to someone like him.” I gratefully agreed and then took my leave.

My colleagues, seeing that I took so long to come out of Mr. Huang's office, all assumed I must have been severely criticized and came over to express their concern. It had been a long time since I'd seen so many dear comrades, and I missed them dearly. I had originally wanted to have a long chat, but remembering Mr. Huang's words when I left, I had to hold back.

Near the end of the afternoon, I received a call from my teacher, asking me to go to Teacher Mei's house after work. It seemed she had come clean about our relationship. I wondered if Teacher Mei would accept me. With a heavy heart, I took a ride to Teacher Mei's house.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang, and Teacher Mei's wife opened the door. Seeing me, she warmly invited me in.

Teacher Mei, sitting on the sofa, greeted me, "Little Cuo's here! Come and sit down."

For the first time, I felt incredibly awkward at Teacher Mei's house; I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet. Although I understood the principle of marriage, I still felt somewhat at a loss in front of my future father-in-law. I wondered where my teacher was; if she were there, perhaps I could relax a little.

"Professor Mei went out to buy groceries. She and your teacher's wife are going to cook a sumptuous dinner for us..." Professor Mei spoke as gently and elegantly as ever, with the air of a scholar.

"Sit down, Xiao Cuo. You really are something, not even letting Chen Cuo sit down after he came in," his teacher's wife chided.

I quickly took the opportunity to find a seat. Professor Mei's wife looked at me with delight, scrutinizing me from head to toe, as if I were a mother-in-law looking after her.

I understood Professor Mei's mother's feelings; her daughter was already in her thirties and divorced. Although she was a good person, finding a suitable husband was no longer easy. So, with a young, unmarried man like me offering himself up, she was naturally overjoyed.

"Professor Mei will be back in a little while. You two chat for a bit, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare," Professor Mei's wife said, turning and heading to the kitchen.

After a moment of silence, Teacher Mei said, "Teacher Mei has already told me about your situation. What are you going to do?"

I didn't dare answer. I didn't know what Mei Lin had told them. But the teacher had repeatedly told me not to tell his parents about her illness, so I didn't know how to explain this to Teacher Mei.

"It was my fault back then. I shouldn't have forced Teacher Mei to marry someone she didn't like. Teacher Mei told me that you two have been together these past few days and your relationship is developing very well. I shouldn't have interfered in this matter anymore, but you are my student, and I want to hear your opinion." Teacher Mei was known for his stubbornness at our school, and for him to say such a thing, it seemed that he truly felt guilty about his daughter's situation. "

Teacher, I've always liked Teacher Mei. Later, she went to England, and I was very sad. I didn't expect her to come back now, and my feelings for her have never changed. I don't want to lose this opportunity again," I said firmly.

"Then don't you care that she's been married before?" Despite being a highly educated person, Teacher Mei's thinking on marriage was clearly very old-fashioned.

"I don't care, I only know that we are truly in love now." I spoke sincerely, determined to get past Teacher Mei first. Fortunately, he liked me a lot, or at least wasn't opposed to me, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"Ah! If only you had known this earlier." Teacher Mei seemed very regretful. "Chen Cuo, I know you're a good child. To be honest, I was happy to hear about you and my son. After all, we're teacher and student, I know you well, and what's even more precious is that you don't care about my son's past. I believe you will be happy."

Hearing Teacher Mei say this, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. After all, the old lady only had one daughter, and who wouldn't want their children to live a happy and fulfilling life? With my burden lifted, I became bolder and started chatting with Teacher Mei. When I got back, Xiaoxin told me that Professor Mei hadn't been feeling well lately, so I blurted out, "Professor, I heard you haven't been feeling well lately. Is something bothering you?"

"People say I'm angry because I wasn't elected as an academician this time, but that's not true. I'm an old man, and I didn't earn much when I was young. Would I get so worked up about something like this now..." Professor Mei said casually, her thoughts clearly wandering elsewhere.

The door opened, and the teacher returned carrying a large basket, her face radiant with happiness, showing no trace of her illness. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, she frowned slightly and said, "What are you staring at? Come help me!"

I quickly went to the door, took the basket from her, and asked with concern, "Are you tired?"

"Of course I'm tired! I haven't bought groceries in years. The outside world has changed so much; I almost got lost!" the teacher said coquettishly.

"Dad, you watch TV first. Your favorite student and I will help Mom cook." With that, the teacher pulled me into the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back! We'll be your helpers today. Do you think we're up to the task?" the teacher pleaded, like a girl in love for the first time.

"Hehe, the kitchen is too small for three people to move around in. You two go play. I'll call you when dinner is ready," Mrs. Mei said, using a combination of gentle persuasion and firmness to push us out.

"Chen Cuo, I'll take you somewhere; you'll definitely like it," the teacher said mischievously.

"Ah!" I was deeply attracted by the familiar scene before me—pink curtains, pink window decorations, everything was pink. I couldn't help but think of my first time with my teacher, back in her apartment, everything exactly as it was now.

I excitedly turned to look at her, and she gazed at me tenderly. "Do you like it? Everything is just like before..."

"Teacher, I love you," I said, uttering the sweet words she could never get enough of.

"Today I told my parents about us, and they were very supportive. Maybe it's because I'm their only daughter; they care about me and hope I can find a good home. I spent the whole day decorating our room. How I wish everything could be just like before." Hearing the last sentence, my nose tingled with tears. Yes, how I wished I could go back to the past...

"No, let's not dwell on those unhappy things, okay? We should be happy to be together again, right?" My teacher noticed my sadness and gently comforted me. "

Teacher, you're right. I should cherish the beautiful time we have together..." My teacher kissed me passionately, and tender love filled the pink space.

After what seemed like an eternity, a knock on the door startled my teacher and me from our sweet reverie. "Teacher Mei, dinner's ready! Come and eat with Chen Cuo!" Mrs. Mei called us.

The aroma of the food filled the dining room. Teacher Mei was already seated at the table, smiling as she watched us sit down.

Dinner proceeded in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Throughout the meal, I frequently toasted my teacher and his wife. Towards the end of the meal, I began calling them "Mom and Dad," which pleased them greatly. After

dinner, my teacher and I took on the task of washing the dishes. "When are we going home?" I asked my teacher.

"I won't go tonight. I'll stay home."

"You..." Seeing my disappointed expression, my teacher giggled and said, "You're not allowed to go home either. I spent the whole day decorating this room. Doesn't Young Master Chen want to grace us with his presence?"

I was somewhat surprised that my teacher was asking me to stay at her house. "I don't mind, but Teacher Mei and the others won't allow it..."

"You were calling me 'Mom and Dad' so affectionately just now, and now you're saying no?" My teacher pouted.

"Hehe, what are you saying? How could I deny it? I'm just afraid that the old revolutionaries wouldn't approve of such blatant cohabitation."

"Oh, I never knew you were so polite. You used to... oh, never mind." Thinking of my eagerness, the teacher blushed.

"Since my wife isn't afraid, why should I be? Hehe, should I go and ask my parents for your hand in marriage?" I whispered shamelessly in the teacher's ear. "

Get lost, you big bad guy! I already told my parents." The teacher gently bumped my chest with her shoulder. Just

as I was about to continue my advance, the teacher's voice rang out behind us, "Chen Cuo, come here for a moment." The teacher and I were startled and immediately separated. I coughed and turned to leave.

On the balcony, Teacher Mei looked at me calmly and said, "You know about Teacher's illness?" I was secretly taken aback.

So Teacher Mei knew about Teacher's illness. I didn't know how to answer, so I could only remain silent.

“Huang Ziming called me and told me that Teacher Mei has a brain tumor. I know you've been keeping it from me and her mother,” Teacher Mei said.

“Dad, Teacher Mei doesn't want you two to worry about her anymore, so we haven't told you.”

“Teacher Mei has always been a very sensible child, never causing me any trouble. I know I was wrong back then; I shouldn't have let her marry someone she didn't love. Now Teacher Mei doesn't have much time left, and her mother and I are very grateful that you can give her happiness in the last moments of her life. Go back, and remember not to tell Teacher Mei's mother about this; she's not well and can't handle such a blow…” Tears welled in Teacher Mei's eyes.

I didn't tell him that Teacher Mei loved me all along, and that Huang Ziming used despicable means to get her. How could I bear to hurt such a respected elder? I silently walked back to Teacher Mei's room; only there could I find a sliver of solace. A

new day began, and I struggled to get up from Teacher Mei's clutches without waking her. Teacher Mei and his wife were already up, and had prepared a new towel and toothbrush for me. After washing up, his wife prepared breakfast for me; it felt so good to be at home.

When I arrived at the company, there was a bouquet of flowers on my desk with a note inside that read, "Wishing you a speedy recovery." I recognized Xiao Xin's handwriting; I hadn't contacted her for days, and frankly, I hadn't had the time.

"Handsome, the company's most beautiful woman just came by and brought you a bouquet of flowers! Any news to tell us?" Fatty leaned close to me, his words immediately causing a stir in the office.

I elbowed Fatty in the chest, silencing the fat pig. Just then, Mr. Huang's secretary, Su Rong, came to my desk, gave me a fawning look, and said with a smile, "Engineer Chen, Mr. Huang wants you to write a detailed report on your business trip itinerary and send it to his office." From her half-smiling expression, I guessed she already knew from Mr. Huang that I was about to be promoted. People these days are so pragmatic. Women like Su Rong, who are almost white-collar workers, never show any mercy to us old bachelors. However, I think she has a particular fondness for the company's senior management. Every time the big boss comes to inspect the work, she always rushes to the front and flaunts herself in front of the boss, as if she's afraid that others won't know she exists.

I frowned. "What kind of rules are these? I've been with the company for three years, and I've never heard of anyone having to write a log when they're on a business trip. Do we even have to specify what time we get up, brush our teeth, and wash our faces?"

Su Rong gave me a seductive glance that sent chills down my spine and made my skin crawl. "It's not like I made you write it. Do you know how amazing you are this time? Even the boss said you did a great job and wants to reward you!"

The fat man laboriously moved his bulky body closer. "Is there any inside story, Miss Su?"

Su Rong frowned, turned her face away, seemingly unwilling to see the fat man's clumsy appearance. "No inside story, but I heard that General Manager Huang is very disgusted by some colleagues chatting and gossiping during work hours." After saying that, she ignored the embarrassed fat man and turned away.

I patted the fat man on the shoulder sympathetically and went to write my performance review report. I think only the Chinese still enjoy this kind of formalism. Just

as I was finishing the report, the phone rang. It was my teacher calling, blaming me for not waking her up this morning. My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Teacher, there's an important family dinner tonight. Could you come with me?" Thinking about my date with General Manager Huang that evening, I wanted my teacher to go with me, partly to show off. Having such a talented and beautiful girlfriend, I certainly wouldn't hide it from my godfather.

"Where are you going? If it's inconvenient, I won't go. You can go home early," Lin said understandingly.

"No, no, no, you must come. I want to show off my beautiful bride to others."

"Who agreed to be your bride? Don't be so vain..." My teacher said relentlessly, but she still asked me about the time and place of the date. I

didn't go back to the office all day. I was in a meeting in the boss's office on the nineteenth floor. I tried to go and deliver the report several times, but I didn't run into him.

When I arrived at the county office that evening, Director Huang returned looking exhausted. I rushed over immediately and handed him the report.

"It's time to go home. Just leave the report here and look at it tomorrow. Be sure to come to my house tonight; I'll give you a good deal." Director Huang joked, but his face was serious. Since our conversation yesterday, our relationship had changed, and I wasn't afraid of him anymore.

"It would be great to taste my godmother's cooking."

"When did you learn to flatter so well? Come ride home with me later..." Director Huang said with a smile.

"You go back first; I have some things to take care of. I'll be at your house at 6:30 sharp." I wanted to surprise Director Huang, so I declined his offer, saying I had something to do.

"Okay, it's settled then. 6:30 sharp, no exceptions." Director Huang didn't think much of it.

At People's Square, I had arranged to meet my teacher at six o'clock, but it was already six o'clock and she hadn't shown up yet. I couldn't help but get anxious; if I was any later, I wouldn't be able to get to Mr. Huang's house by 6:30. It wouldn't be good to be late on my first dinner at my godfather's house.

I anxiously looked around, searching for my teacher. A familiar figure approached from afar, and I stared blankly as she drew closer.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me, you idiot!" My teacher, dressed in a fashionable outfit, appeared before me, and I was stunned again. She was truly stunning. Blue skinny jeans, with a long, floor-length green cashmere coat over them—her outfit made her look like a Parisian model, standing out from the crowd.

"You...you..." I stammered, unable to speak.

"It's your first time taking me to a friend's party, of course I had to dress up..." Although our relationship was different now, my teacher still maintained her characteristic shyness.

I glanced proudly at the envious looks around me, then, without a word, grabbed my teacher's hand and strode towards Mr. Huang's house.

"Wait, where are we going?" my teacher asked gently.

"Yesterday I recognized our department head as my godfather, and today he invited me to his house for dinner," I explained succinctly.

"Ah!" My teacher clearly hadn't expected me to take her to such an important gathering.

"Should we buy some small gifts? Isn't it a bit inappropriate to go empty-handed?" My teacher was so thoughtful; I almost overlooked something so important.

"Thank you for reminding me, my wife. I'm so foolish. What kind of gifts do you think we should buy?" I bowed deeply, making my teacher giggle.

"Since you're so obedient, I'll help you out," my teacher said smugly.

Because of the time crunch, we rushed into the mall. Choosing a gift was easy; everyone gives Brain Gold (a popular health supplement), so we bought two boxes. Then, my teacher reminded me that my godmother was there, so we bought two boxes of American ginseng before hurrying to Mr. Huang's house. We

arrived at exactly 6:29:60, and my godfather greeted us with a smile.

"You little rascal, you're really punctual," he joked.

When he saw my teacher behind me, he seemed surprised. "And this is...?"

"My girlfriend, Teacher Mei. She just returned from England," I proudly introduced her to my godfather.

"Hello, godfather. I'm so sorry it took you so long to come see me," my teacher greeted him politely.

"Ahem..." For some reason, my godfather seemed a little flustered when he saw my teacher. "Please come in, please come in."

"Little Cuo's here! I knew this kid couldn't be late. And this is..." My godmother also seemed surprised to see my teacher.

I quickly introduced her again to my godmother, but for some reason, both my godfather and godmother had strange expressions.

"I didn't know what to bring for our first meeting, so this is just a small token of my appreciation," the teacher said, handing over the gift.

"Look, we're not strangers, why go to such lengths? Don't just stand at the door, come in," my godmother said, taking the gift and inviting us into the living room.

Once inside, I realized there were other guests at my godfather's house. When I walked over and saw the guest's face, my head spun. This guest was none other than Xiaoxin. This was the first time I'd seen her since the night I saw her off.

I stared blankly back at my godfather; a smile more painful than a grimace was plastered on his face. For a moment, the large living room fell silent; none of the four of us uttered a word.

The teacher broke the awkward silence first: "Little Xin, you're here too! Why haven't you come to my house these past few days?"

My godfather made a sudden realization: "Oh, you two already know each other? Then I don't need to introduce you. You two chat, Chen Cuo, come help me carry the table."

Arriving at the dining room, my godfather glared at me and demanded, "What's wrong with you? You brought your girlfriend without telling me! Your godmother and I talked about it all night, trying to play matchmaker for you, and look at the mess this has made!"

Only then did I understand the meaning behind his words. He said there was good news for me, and it seems I really have gotten a good deal this time.

"What are you going to do? I've invited her all here, you can't expect me to be left out, can you? If you dare embarrass me, I won't let you off the hook," my godfather threatened.

"Don't worry, I'll take it all on myself," I said angrily.

"Hey, you little rascal, you're really something! Where did you find such a beautiful girlfriend?" Damn! I almost fainted. Even at this point, he still had the mind to ask this.

The word "awkward" has probably been around for thousands of years, and today I finally understand its meaning. What could be more awkward than taking your girlfriend to meet someone else's girlfriend? But I still have to face this situation. I can't just leave with my teacher right now; that would make me look even more guilty. Should I stay? How am I supposed to handle this? Women's jealousy is strong enough to destroy everything. If I mishandle it, it'll be world war, and I'll be guaranteed to die a horrible death.

I glanced at my godfather; he was resting his chin on his hand, also racking his brains over this. Finally, my godfather waved his hand dramatically and said with great masculinity, "Come on, we'll deal with it. What's the big deal? Look at you, acting like a coward."

Oh no, looks like I'm going to be the center of attention tonight. Hopefully, I won't suffer too much. I steeled myself and headed to the living room, where two ticking time bombs were still glaring at me.

The atmosphere in the living room was strange. The teacher and Xiaoxin were chatting casually, and Xiaoxin was giving a perfunctory reply, clearly preoccupied. I coughed lightly to let them know I was there, but to my dismay, not only Xiaoxin, but even the teacher didn't turn around to look at me, making me lose face

. "Time for fruit!" My godfather came in from the kitchen carrying a basket. I quickly got up to help, and while setting out the fruit, I noticed that Xiaoxin seemed to harbor hostility towards the teacher. This wasn't a good sign, I thought

to myself. The teacher didn't seem to notice Xiaoxin's emotional fluctuations, which made me uneasy. I could feel Xiaoxin's impending outburst of anger; her breathing was already rapid.

"Teacher, I'm not feeling well. I want to go back and rest for a bit," Xiaoxin said, standing up abruptly.

"Then let Chen Cuo accompany you to the hospital for a check-up. Don't underestimate your health just because you're young," the teacher said softly, her mood suddenly sinking as she thought of her own illness.

"No need, I'll be fine after I go back and rest," Xiao Xin rejected the teacher's suggestion almost without hesitation, then turned and rushed out.

"What are you standing there for? Go see her off," the teacher said, head bowed.

Torn between two choices, I didn't know whether I should go see Xiao Xin or stay here with the teacher. My godfather's voice came from outside, "Xiao Xin, eat before you leave."

Xiao Xin didn't explain anything; in this situation, she wasn't allowed to say anything. I heard the sound of footsteps fading away, knowing that Xiao Xin had really left without saying goodbye.

I quietly apologized to the teacher; no one had expected things to turn out this way. No one should be held responsible for what happened tonight; after all, everyone meant well, but everyone's efforts had turned a good thing into a bad one.

Dinner proceeded in a somber atmosphere. The teacher remained silent, leaving me somewhat unsure of her intentions.

"It's all my fault for being so clever and making things turn out this way. Teacher Mei, please don't blame Xiao Cuo for your troubles; blame me instead." My godfather's greatest strength is his willingness to take responsibility. Working under him for so long, even though I've made many mistakes, no one else has ever criticized me except him. He's taken the blame for me in many situations.

"Don't say that, godfather. How could I blame you? I'm so envious of such a caring and loving godfather like you." Although the teacher was unhappy, she managed to control her emotions and didn't do anything outrageous.

"It's all your fault! Look how awkward you've made things between Teacher Mei and Xiao Cuo," my godmother scolded.

I had wanted to talk to my godfather about the teacher's situation so he could ask me to travel less and spend more time with her, but it seemed impossible today. After dinner, the teacher and I said goodbye and went home. My godfather didn't try to stop us, as the atmosphere hadn't been very pleasant.

On the way home, the teacher walked silently, without saying a word or looking at me. I didn't know how to handle the situation and could only follow behind her.

“Wrong, I was thinking about something.” The teacher finally spoke.

“I know tonight’s events made you very unhappy, but please believe me, I really didn’t know about it.” I explained.

“I don’t blame you. These past few days I’ve been thinking that God was able to give you back to me in my final days, and I’m really happy for that. How could I be angry with you?” The teacher’s words reassured me.

“Wrong, I was thinking that one day I still have to leave you…” Hearing Lin say this, I became a little emotional. “Teacher, don’t say that, no, I will always be with you…” “Silly child

, we all have to go to heaven, it’s just that I might go a little earlier. I will still set up our little home, just like now, and wait for you there.” After saying that, the teacher sighed softly, “But who will take care of you when I’m gone?”

I couldn’t speak, my eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head vigorously. I couldn’t bear the fact that the teacher would eventually leave me.

"Don't cry, okay? My man is always strong." The teacher gently wiped away my tears. "Wait, I can tell Xiaoxin really likes you. Your godfather called her here today because he wants to see you two together. Xiaoxin is a good girl, you know? She liked you a lot when you were still in school, but you've always treated her like a little sister, which has bothered her. She once told me that her biggest wish is for you to treat her like a woman, a woman you cherish."

"I don't want anyone but you. I only love you. If you ever leave, I'll go with you. I can't bear the pain of living without you anymore!" I cried out passionately.

"Don't say such silly things, okay? You need to live well even more after I'm gone. You don't want me to worry about you in heaven, do you? I was just thinking that Xiaoxin would take good care of you after I'm gone. We all know her; she's a good girl. Wrong. Promise me you'll accept her, okay? She hasn't even had a boyfriend all these years. She's been waiting for you. It's your blessing to have such a devoted woman waiting for you. I regret coming back to find you this time. Was I too selfish, only thinking of myself and not considering other people's feelings..."

I had sensed some signs before. Ever since Xiaoxin started working at our company, she'd been particularly clingy to me. Apart from me, she'd hardly had any private contact with other male colleagues. There were always rumors in the company that she was my secret girlfriend, but I just laughed it off and didn't care. But hearing these words from my teacher today, I couldn't help but believe it. A woman's intuition in this regard is very accurate.

"Teacher, please don't say that anymore. I love you. No one can replace you in my heart. You also said we should cherish the days we spend together. I promise that something like today will never happen again. Just focus on being my bride, okay?" As she said this, Yu Jia's resentful eyes reappeared before my eyes. I wondered how she was doing now, whether she was still doing that kind of job that caused immense mental and physical pain.

The teacher smiled and buried her head in my chest, closing her eyes in happiness, her delicate face gently rubbing against my chest. The teacher

and I strolled along the Bund, where the neon lights were just beginning to illuminate the night. This place was once known as the "Ten-Mile Foreign Concession" in old China. I thoroughly enjoyed the urban atmosphere, but I felt that tonight's night was the most beautiful because the teacher was beside me. Since breaking up with the teacher, I never imagined I could be so devoted to a woman. I still couldn't let go of the teacher, so even though I knew our happiness wouldn't last, I still resolutely began a poignant and beautiful romance with her.

Most shopping malls in Shanghai stay open very late. During the day, people are busy making a living, and only at night do they have the time and inclination to spend money, so businesses naturally won't miss any opportunity to make money. I suddenly realized that I hadn't taken my teacher shopping since she came back, so I took her small hand and led her to the nearest mall without further ado.

Before entering, I had already thought about the gift for her: a ring as a proposal present. I led her straight to the Chow Tai Fook counter and began to carefully select one. My teacher seemed to know my intention and watched me with a smile. I asked the salesperson to bring out a plum blossom-shaped diamond ring, then turned to look at her with a questioning gaze. At that moment, she lowered her head like a shy little girl, and her charming expression made my heart flutter. I quickly gave the teacher a light kiss on her red, cherry-like lips. The teacher persisted, raising her little fist. With lightning speed, I grabbed the teacher's hand and gently placed the ring on her slender finger.

"Darling, do you like it?" I was very confident; my taste was impeccable, and my teacher would definitely love the ring.

"If you say so, that's all that matters. Anyway, no other man would even look at me except you," my teacher said playfully.

"Hehe, you're so modest. You have no idea how captivating you are; I almost want to devour you..." I pretended to lecherously look at her.

"Sir, look how well this ring suits your girlfriend! It's the most fashionable style these days..." the saleswoman coaxed us.

"She's my wife, and today is our third wedding anniversary," I said to the saleswoman, putting my arm around my teacher's shoulder.

Only then did I remember that it was around this time three years ago that my teacher and I fell in love. If everything had gone smoothly, perhaps this really would be our wedding anniversary. I glanced at my teacher; I seemed to see a hint of wistfulness in her eyes as well.

I cursed myself for being so talkative and told the sales clerk, "Could you please wrap this up for me? We'll take this one."

On the way home, my teacher nestled gently against me, chirping happily like a little bird. Passing a flower shop, I asked the driver to stop and bought ninety-nine red roses. I decided to propose to her that very night.

Back at my apartment, I gently closed the door and turned to my teacher. "Teacher, will you marry me? I will love you forever!" I said, then knelt on one knee and presented the flowers.

Her beautiful eyes filled with love, and she shyly offered me her right hand. I gently touched her fingertip, took out a ring, and slipped it onto her finger. We gazed at each other for a long time; our years of arduous love had finally blossomed into a sweet fruit.

"Teacher, let's get married. I want to register tomorrow; I can't wait a moment longer," I broke the silence.

"No, I'm content as long as we're happy together. Registering is just a formality," my teacher said gently.

Hearing my teacher say this, I couldn't help but feel anxious: "Why do you say that? Don't you want to marry me?"

"No, no, don't misunderstand. How could I not want to marry you? I'm afraid that if I leave, my past marriage will affect you..." my teacher explained anxiously.

I then understood that my teacher loved me so deeply, and she was afraid that her past marriage would affect me, which was why she didn't want to register our marriage. I secretly resolved to give my teacher a proper status no matter what.

"I don't care, you can't say that again! I must have you!" I gripped my teacher's hands tightly and said excitedly.

"No, I love you. I'm already very grateful that you can forgive my past. I don't want to be a burden to you..."

I interrupted my teacher: "Teacher, don't say that anymore. If you don't agree to register our marriage, that will really hurt me."

My teacher didn't insist anymore, and was moved to tears. I gently kissed my teacher's face and said softly, "My sweetheart, don't cry. Don't you want me to give you a child? Then why don't we try now?"

My teacher took the initiative to kiss me, her kiss passionate and sweet, almost suffocating me. I gently undressed my teacher, and in the midst of caresses, we both reached the climax of our passion. At that moment, my teacher was the most beautiful woman in the world; her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and I could feel the depth of her love and obsession with me…

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