A satisfied wife

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Xiaoling loves snow. She said it never snows where she's from, and only after coming to the North did she realize how wonderful it is to have snow.
Xiaoling cured my mother's depression. At the end of 2000, also on a snowy day, my father was in a car accident and passed away along with my stepmother. From then on, my mother suffered from depression, staring blankly out the window every day without any expression. When I brought Xiaoling home to meet my mother, I said, "Mom, this is Xiaoling. I want to marry her and have her as your daughter-in-law. Do you agree?" My mother turned to look at me for the first time, and when she saw Xiaoling, joy appeared in her eyes for the first time, accompanied by tears.
I don't know why my mother took a liking to Xiaoling at first sight, and why her illness healed so quickly. On the first day I brought Xiaoling home, my mother prepared a table full of food for her.
To be honest, even I didn't believe I could marry Xiaoling. Since my father passed away, my family had no source of income and could only live on our meager savings. I don't know Xiaoling's family background, but she has a Volkswagen Beetle, a beautiful red one. We've known each other for over a year, and I've only ever held her hand. She wouldn't even agree to kiss me, saying she wanted to save all her first times for her wedding night. If I loved her, I had to wait. In this day and age, if a woman says something like that, there are only two possibilities: first, she doesn't love you, and you should give up; second, she's pretending to be innocent. I firmly believed this.
Love is poison, an anesthetic. I loved Xiaoling so much that I lost myself. The emotions I'd cherished for 23 years surged forth, making me unable to control myself. Yes, Xiaoling was my first love. Don't be skeptical; I hadn't experienced love for years, even my teenage desires for women were vague, but I truly hadn't loved any other woman.
I listened to everything Xiaoling said. She said she'd give herself to me when we got married, so I waited. I didn't believe her insistence, yet I also believed her words. Contradictory, right? Yes, very contradictory. But I still feel happy and hopeful because I have a special nose; I believe in her scent, I believe in her purity.
On graduation day, during the farewell drinks, I met Xiaoling in the restroom. The whole class had booked a room; it was lively, some crying, some laughing. I didn't feel anything, I didn't feel sad. My relationship with my classmates wasn't particularly good, nor was it bad. Besides, my school wasn't far from home, only a two-hour train ride.
I can't drink; I'm a typical beer drinker. I only drank half a bottle; my head was a little heavy, but I was still quite sober. While everyone was having a good time, I went to the restroom. When I got to the door, I looked up to distinguish between men and women, but just as I looked, a woman came out of the women's restroom. When I saw her, I felt like the sky had fallen. I couldn't feel my own existence; the whole world was just her beautiful figure. Then I felt like dawn had broken, and all the flowers in the world were blooming towards me. Her eyes were as pure as a newborn's, so moist, so bright, so dark and clear. I was lost in her eyes, completely lost, losing myself.
Xiaoling saw me, frozen in place, smiled shyly, and turned to leave.
Ah! She smiled, she smiled! I felt so happy, yes, happiness is the only word to describe my feelings. Five thousand years of civilization and vocabulary cannot describe my happiness.
Look, look, her fair skin, her white teeth, and the allure of her turn—that slender waist, that swaying hip, and those long, shapely legs—I firmly believe this is the most beautiful sight in the world.
So, without thinking, I followed her, like a puppet. I followed her into their private room. I didn't see anyone else in the room; my eyes were only on Xiaoling. The five people in the room, including Xiaoling, also became puppets. It felt like an eternity.
Xiaoling's second brother (I later learned he was her second brother) stood up. I didn't see him; I only knew Xiaoling. I dared not blink, afraid that in the blink of an eye, Xiaoling would disappear like an elf into the flower bushes. Her second brother patted me, and I felt as if I had woken from a dream. Surprise and shame followed; my face flushed red, and I was completely flustered. Everyone in the room laughed.
Xiaoling's second brother gave me his business card, jokingly saying that if I wanted to pursue his sister, I should call him. Unable to bear the torment of unrequited love, I called. It was this one act of courage in my 23 years of life that gave me the opportunity to pursue Xiaoling. I was also grateful that Xiaoling's family didn't look down on me, a boy from a farming family.
My classmates said Xiaoling was pretty, but not to the point of driving the world crazy. But I was madly infatuated with her, wanting to hold her in my hands, to meld her into my very being, to be one with her blood.
I won Xiaoling over with my clumsiness, my shyness, and my simplicity; I think this was a blessing from heaven.
When Xiaoling agreed to marry me, I wondered if I was dreaming. Her family didn't object, and neither did anyone in my family; it was as smooth as a fairy tale. At that time, I felt like I was walking on clouds every day.
On Xiaoling's first day at my house, after dinner, my mom pulled out a savings book with 20 million yuan—yes, 20 million yuan—and gave it to Xiaoling. I had no idea my family had so much money. Xiaoling, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised at all, which made me feel like we were a match made in heaven, since my own expression wasn't particularly expressive either.
My family has been pursuing this so-called "heavenly way" for generations, so my family members always have special abilities, one of which is our sense of smell. I don't know what kind of scents dogs can smell, but I know I can smell extremely subtle odors. This is one of the reasons why I firmly believe Xiaoling wasn't lying to me.
Pursuing the heavenly way is a very ethereal thing, but my family is still trying to achieve it through various efforts.
I know my father is particularly good with numbers, but his business acumen was disproportionate to his wits about having sex with women. So until his death, my family was just a moderately well-off family in the countryside; he toiled half his life and was just a truck driver. My mother said this money was saved by my father from buying lottery tickets. He even prepared several houses for me. She said I'm hopeless at everything, lacking any talent for pursuing worldly success, so she wanted to save more money for me so I could marry several wives and carry on the Li family line. She said if I couldn't succeed, my son could take my place. I knew my father disliked my lack of ambition, but I never expected him to have made such preparations for me. The houses were bought in the suburbs of our city, at over 2000 yuan per square meter at the time. He had worked hauling cement for that construction site, so he bought four units. There were also four units in the staff housing built by our county's transportation bureau, at 800 yuan per square meter, which he bought through his classmate's connections.
I don't know if this is a joke, but my father, whom I always thought was domineering and barbaric, actually left me such a large fortune. To be honest, my father's image in my mind has become so blurred that only a shadow remains.
My mother said my father saved all the lottery money for me; he and my stepmother didn't have children, so he gave it all to me.
I was numb, truly. There was no joy of receiving a huge sum of money, only a bittersweet feeling—the profound depth of a father's love! And a touch of fear, really. I was afraid Xiaoling would misunderstand me; I genuinely didn't know there was this money in the family. Xiaoling's calmness offered me a small comfort. She didn't take the money, nor did she object to my mother's suggestion that I find several wives; instead, she gave me the money. She said to my mother, "I love Dongfeng, he's a good man, we can be happy even without this money."
Hearing this, I felt like the happiest person in the world, yes, the happiest.
To prove that I could make Xiaoling happy even without the money, I didn't spend it. Instead, I bought stocks. I remember clearly that I bought China Shipbuilding, a stock that changed its name several times before finally becoming a company with "China" in its name. I bought over 3 million shares at an average price of 5.8. When I was in university, I studied futures and stocks on my own—truly self-taught, because no one taught me. I knew one thing: in this era, the only way to get rich is through crooked means. As a farmer's son, making money, especially big money, was very difficult. So I studied this speculative market. I could draw the historical price charts for crude oil and copper futures myself. Yes, I used the most rudimentary method: looking at historical charts, one candlestick at a time. In my junior year, I invested my tuition and the money I earned from part-time jobs into the futures market. Perhaps it was skill, perhaps it was luck, but I didn't lose any money in my junior year. Of course, I didn't make much either, but it was a valuable year. In that year, I revised my trading system.
Xiaoling majored in futures trading; it was the only university in the country with this major. Almost all of her classmates went abroad after graduation, or to Hong Kong. Xiaoling married me, and as we typed on the keyboard, we were also typing out our happiness. Watching Xiaoling place orders was a pleasure. I rarely traded myself because my trading system wasn't suited for short-term trading, so I kept our city apartment spotless every day. Then I'd make her a cup of tea, quietly watching her, never getting enough of looking at her.
In June 2004, we got married. Xiaoling's parents, brother, and sister-in-law all came; I only had my mother and grandfather. We got married in our new house in the suburbs. We renovated two of our four houses in the city and suburbs; my mother and I lived in one.
When I saw Xiaoling's mother, I understood where Xiaoling's traditional values came from. She was over 60, but you could immediately feel the strong Confucian aura about her; every move she made was so refined. She must be a woman deeply influenced by Confucianism, and she had in turn influenced her daughter's thinking.
We cooked at home, and it was quite lively. My 70-something-year-old grandfather, who has been obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine for over 60 years, specially came from the countryside to drink and chat with Xiaoling's father, discussing astronomy, geography, and historical anecdotes, making our wedding very festive. I was incredibly happy at the time, drank two bottles of beer, got drunk, completely drunk, and even peed next to the living room door. After peeing, I collapsed on the floor, and as I fell, I saw two pairs of soft, white feet. I shamelessly got an erection, as hard as iron. I heard her sister-in-law gasp, followed by the whole family bursting into laughter.
Speaking of which, I want to interject here. I mentioned that my ancestors were seekers of Taoism, and they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. I took Chinese medicine from a young age until I was 18. It seems to be something about transforming essence into qi, so to increase sperm count, they altered my physique from childhood. That's why my penis and testicles are particularly large, especially my testicles, which are about three times the size of an average person's, making it difficult for me to walk. When my father was alive, whenever I wasn't in school, I had to work as a truck driver with him. When it was hot, after work, we'd find a secluded spot and shower naked. I'd seen him do the same, so I never felt different from others. It wasn't until I went to university that I realized I was different. From then on, I never showered with another man.
The next day when I woke up, all the women in the family, except my mother, blushed when they saw me, even my mother-in-law. My mother looked proud.
I was furious that we'd wasted our wedding night; I'd waited almost two years for my wife, and I hadn't even touched her on our wedding night. The next afternoon, Xiaoling got her period. I felt like banging my head against the wall and killing myself.
Xiaoling's parents stayed at our new house for several days, but her two older brothers and their wives left the next morning. When Xiaoling's period ended, her parents were leaving too. Xiaoling's eyes were red; it was the first time I'd seen her cry in all the time we'd been dating. Xiaoling's father held my hand and said, "Dongfeng, Xiaoling is in your hands now, okay? Xiaoling has been spoiled since she was little. If she does anything wrong, please be understanding, mother-in-law and Dongfeng, okay?" My mother was overjoyed, "Xiaoling is my own daughter, what could possibly be wrong? Don't worry, Dongfeng wouldn't dare bully her." I just kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
The first time I made love with Xiaoling, I couldn't find any of her traditional femininity. She wasn't shy or coy at all. It could even be described as crazy, but I didn't feel any lewdness.
That night, I stripped Xiaoling down to her bare feet. I didn't expect Xiaoling's feet to be so delicate. I'm not a foot fetishist, but Xiaoling's beauty from head to toe still captivated me. Her body was flawless; I couldn't even find a mole. I kissed her nonstop, really, from her hair to her heels, even her anus and between her toes. Xiaoling trembled and moaned like an idiot. I placed my head between Xiaoling's legs, gazing at her pink labia and inhaling her rich virgin scent, trembling with excitement. I licked her vaginal fluids again and again with my tongue; the sparse, yellowish-brown pubic hair clung tightly to her vulva, but I could never lick the fluids clean. Finally, Xiaoling pinned me down. Yes, Xiaoling wasn't the shy and reserved type described in books; she pinned me down, kissing my lips and face wildly.
However, penetration was excruciating for both of us. Mine was not only larger but also thicker, while Xiaoling's was tight; even a slight insertion hurt. I was sweating profusely with anxiety. Finally, Xiaoling hardened her heart and sat down. I never expected the gentle, intelligent, and always rational Xiaoling to be so wild. "Ah..." we both cried out in pain. Tears streamed down Xiaoling's face from the pain. "Why did you grow so big? Why did you grow so big?..." Xiaoling pounded my shoulder with her small fist.
I don't know how much time passed because I kept staring at Xiaoling's breasts. They weren't particularly large, but the skin was incredibly delicate, and the pink nipples stood stubbornly erect.
"Silly boy!" Xiaoling laughed, her laughter like a hundred flowers blooming, and she proudly puffed out her chest. "Ah..." As she puffed out her chest, I felt my glans pressing against a hard core. A groan escaped from deep within Xiaoling's throat.
When I ejaculated, I felt like I was flying. In less than five minutes, after nearly 25 years as a virgin, I experienced the pleasure of intercourse with a woman for the first time.
Xiaoling was even more exhausted than I was; five minutes of thrusting had left her body limp like noodles. Her fair skin had turned pink. Xiaoling murmured, "So comfortable, much more comfortable than in the movies," which made me break out in a cold sweat.
After calming down, Xiaoling grabbed my penis and asked, "Did you look at my sister-in-law yesterday?"
I was a little confused. "I drank too much yesterday, how could I have looked at her?"
"Then how come you were hard when you were drunk? Shame on you..." Xiaoling pinched my cheek and laughed at me. "I'm telling you, you're not allowed to look at my sister-in-law again."
I turned my head and gently sucked on Xiaoling's finger. "Which sister-in-law?"
"My eldest sister-in-law, that vixen, she's over thirty and still dresses up so well. My second sister-in-law isn't a good person either. When she saw this thing of yours, she didn't even close her eyes." Xiaoling squeezed my penis hard, and I shamelessly got hard again, which surprised Xiaoling. "You know what? When I saw this thing of yours yesterday, my first impression was that it looked like a big banana, the kind that's really big, and it's even curved, hehehe..."
Looking at Xiaoling's smiling mouth, I couldn't help but want to do it again, but in the end, I didn't. Xiaoling's penis was swollen and painfully swollen. ...
Until Xiaoling got pregnant, our relationship was, to put it mildly, crazy. Especially after my mom moved across the hall, we tried every position imaginable, at least twice a day, and Xiaoling would urinate every time.
What I didn't like was that Xiaoling's vagina was shallow, and I couldn't penetrate her completely. She could only last about 20 minutes before giving up, and many times I had to masturbate to her body, which was quite frustrating.
"Now I know why Dad had two wives," Xiaoling said, hugging my neck, after I washed the sheets that day.
"Why? Because you're a lecher!" I said, dissatisfied. My penis was still erect, and Xiaoling hadn't satisfied me again; instead, she'd wet the flyer again.
"No," Xiaoling looked mysteriously at the living room, "what woman could stand a man like you? Look at those women in the videos, they can last for tens of minutes. I'm a normal woman too. Look at all their tricks, none of them have as many orgasms as me. So it's not that I'm useless, it's just that yours is too big, always pressing against the very inside. How can I not orgasm? So, I guess even Mom can't take it, that's why I found you a stepmother. Hehehe..."
"Aren't you ashamed to say that?" I couldn't stand Xiaoling's gaze; she was as alluring as an elf.
"Or maybe I should find you a second wife too. Holding it in like this isn't good. I guess all your talent is in there." Xiaoling pressed my penis down, then suddenly released it, causing it to spring up and slap my own stomach.
"Go away, it's time to open the market, stop talking about these unnecessary things." I never thought about this. I felt that being with Xiaoling was my greatest happiness, and there was no room for anyone else in my heart. Although I didn't spend the 20 million, I withdrew the interest and used it as capital for Xiaoling and me. I insisted that Xiaoling not touch her own money, and I divided the hundreds of thousands of yuan in interest into two parts. We made money by trading futures. Xiaoling's earnings are far higher than mine. I was already quite satisfied with doubling mine, but in the past six months, Xiaoling has actually made several million (no exaggeration, I've personally seen someone turn 50,000 into over four million in a year, and I've heard there are even more impressive people).
"You, I won't find one for you, I don't think you can find one yourself." Xiaoling turned on her computer; she uses three computers. "They all say online that if you can't satisfy your husband, it's like forcing him to cheat. I'll find you someone, I think the three of us will be happier. Haven't you noticed how dark my labia are? What kind of woman can withstand you doing this so frequently?" Speaking of this, Xiaoling became a little unhappy. Xiaoling's skin was exceptionally good, which was her greatest pride. More than six months into her marriage, the color of her labia had darkened, no longer the alluring pink.
"That's it? You should have said so earlier. It's okay, I'll just get you some medicine. I've learned a fair bit of Grandpa's traditional Chinese medicine, so I can make this kind of ointment to remove melanin." I said nonchalantly. With a grandfather who's such a good doctor, even if I'm not a good student, I can still learn a little bit of traditional Chinese medicine, right?
"Really? Honey?" Xiaoling ran over excitedly. "Really? Besides massage, what else can you do? Tell me quickly."
I didn't expect Xiaoling to be so excited.
"How could I not know our family's ancestral skills? Let me tell you, I learned to speak using medical books. And Grandpa's pursuit of the Dao, those are things that every man in our family must memorize, and recite backwards. Our son will have to learn these things for his father in the future. Besides pulse diagnosis, I've even learned Grandpa's acupuncture. Grandpa even said I have a talent for medicine, but unfortunately, I don't like it. How about that, isn't I amazing? I also know Qigong." I've bragged about these skills to Xiaoling many times.
"Honey, you're amazing." Xiaoling kissed me on the cheek.
"That's because of our Li family's genes; we have a good sense of smell, which is an advantage when studying traditional Chinese medicine." I was a little proud.
"Honey, let's buy another car. I feel so awkward seeing you drive my Beetle." Xiaoling said, sitting in front of the computer fiddling with software. "It's so big, it doesn't look good inside. What kind of car do you like?"
"An Audi, something not too flashy." I don't have that kind of male chauvinism, saying I shouldn't spend a woman's money. I think in a marriage, the more capable one should do more.
"Okay, how about a 2.8 A6L? More horsepower, it'll be good for when you go fishing. I'll call my classmate, she works at an Audi dealership." Xiaoling said, picking up the phone and making the call.
I went out with the trash bag and knocked on my mother's door.
"Mom, what are you having for lunch? I'll go buy groceries." I asked as soon as I heard the door open.
"You, what are you cooking for, you big man? I'll go, give me the trash." She reached for the trash without further ado.
"Mom, Mom, Mom, I'll go with you!" Xiaoling ran out. "Mom, don't be angry. I was just thinking I'd do better than Dongfeng in sales, so I wanted to earn more money to make things easier for him." Xiaoling held a trash bag in one hand and linked arms with my mother's arm.
"You know, money can't be earned forever. You need to go out more, get some fresh air; it's good for your health. Besides, how can a grown man like him rely on his wife to support him? Here, Mom's got this. What do you want for lunch? Mom'll make it for you."
"Mom, why don't you move in with us? You've only just recovered, and we'd feel more at ease if you were in the same house."
"You know, Mom was just worried about bothering you. You two are so crazy..."
"Mom, you're making fun of me..."
Listening to their voices gradually disappear downstairs, I felt relieved. I knew my mother's depression was completely cured.
Xiaoling was pregnant. We'd been married for a little over a year when Xiaoling got pregnant, and it was twins. I was overjoyed, but my mother was ecstatic. She knelt down facing south, kowtowing repeatedly, muttering, "Thank you, Bodhisattva! Thank you, Guanyin Bodhisattva, for your great compassion... Old Li, our family has an heir! Our Li family has an heir!... Can you see? Can you see? Old Li..." Tears streamed down her face. "Dongfeng, quickly go call your grandfather to tell him the good news.
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