2. My Life with My Retired Aunt (Reprinted)

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The next afternoon, I called Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, we're going out for Western food later. I'll pick you up in an hour."

"Really? Okay, okay."

I could hear the undisguised surprise in her voice. I chuckled and added, "Make sure you dress up nicely."

"Okay—!"

Her voice was as sweet and gentle as a young girl's.

When I arrived at the building entrance, I called Aunt Zhang to come down. When she appeared in my sight, my eyes lit up. Wow, what a noble and elegant old lady! She was wearing a summer beige suit dress. A white embroidered bra was faintly visible under the blazer, and the slightly fitted top accentuated her curves. The vibrant floral pattern on her breasts drew even more attention.

The black stockings on her legs, set against the beige skirt, were so alluring. As she got into the car, I sincerely praised her, "So beautiful, so elegant, so graceful."

She smiled and said, "Am I worthy of you?"

I chuckled and said, "I'm not worthy of you."

She said cryptically, "You are." After parking the car in the restaurant parking lot, I walked over to Aunt Zhang, put my right arm around her, and pulled her right hand to my left, holding it tightly. She shyly leaned closer to me, reaching out her left hand to hold mine.

At that moment, I wasn't worried about the consequences of our intimate actions, because to outsiders, we were a loving mother and son. And at that moment, I thought she must feel the same sweetness of lovers as I did.

Yes, we were lovers, we were sweethearts, because just yesterday, we had done what only the most intimate men and women do. Doing or saying it confirmed that we were lovers, we were sweethearts.

Although we hadn't exchanged feelings beforehand, the joy, comfort, and happiness we felt during sex was the best form of emotional exchange. Besides, we could… well, we could “get married first, then fall in love.” Haha, what a wonderful “get married first, then fall in love” idea! Yesterday we “got married,” and today we started dating.

Yes, tonight's Western dinner was my invitation to Aunt Zhang to have some dating, to exchange feelings. And tonight I'm going to make love with her, even share a bed until dawn. Of course, she doesn't know about my plan, or rather, my scheme.

We started enjoying the Western dinner. “Come on, darling! Cheers, wishing you happiness every day!”

I said playfully, teasingly. “Cheers, baby, with you, I'm sure I'll be happy every day!” Aunt Zhang said cheerfully, her tone content. “Then you should also wish your baby well.”

I stared intently at her. “Wishing my baby a blissful and enjoyable life.”

She emphasized the word “blessing” to show that she meant it. As she spoke, a blush rose to her cheeks. I understood that she meant the character "福" (fu, meaning good fortune), so I raised my glass again. "Come on, darling, let's toast to our '福' (fu, meaning good fortune)!"

I emphasized the character "福". She chuckled as she clinked glasses, "You have to keep your word!"

I chuckled and replied, "Yes, yes, a real man always keeps his word."

"Honey, don't just talk, eat and talk at the same time," Aunt Zhang said, using her cutlery. I said, "You use your cutlery so elegantly."

She shook her knife and said, "You should say, darling, you use your cutlery so elegantly."

"Yes, yes, darling!"

I smiled. “Honey, you use your cutlery so elegantly.”

“My foreign classmates taught me in college. How did you learn that, darling?”

“My husband taught me.”

I sat up straight and asked her seriously, “Oh, Auntie, we’ve known each other for almost two years, and I still don’t know your family situation. Can you tell me?”

She put down her cutlery and said slowly, word by word,

“My husband was the chief engineer of a construction company, a professor-level engineer. He died in an accident more than eight years ago.

I have a daughter. My husband and I both work for an import-export company, stationed in the Singapore-Malaysia-Thailand region, and come back to rest for a few days every quarter. My grandson is seven years old and attends a full-time international boarding school. His grandfather picks him up on weekends, and I often go to visit him.” She suddenly raised her voice and said, “Report complete, honey.” “Not finished. What did you do before you retired?” I asked, still looking serious. "She's the deputy manager of the food company, a section chief." She looked directly at me, smiling, and said, "Is this how you always dated before?"

I laughed loudly, waving my cutlery, "No, no."

She said coquettishly, "How many times have you dated, how many women have you been with, ask me." At this moment, my interest was piqued, and I put on a mischievous and cunning look: "Tell me first how many times you've dated, how many men you've had."

Aunt Zhang pondered for a moment, looked up at me, and said softly, "You are my fourth man, and I've had two relationships." Hearing her say that I was her man, I couldn't help but feel my face burning. My face must have been bright red. I stammered slightly, "And...who are the other two?"

She lowered her head and said softly, "My husband is the second, and the third was my college sweetheart, more than ten years ago. He came to Shanghai on a business trip, found out about me, and we did it twice."

"And the first one?"

I pressed on. She sighed and didn't speak. I noticed that her eyes were red and moist. I thought, she must have some unspeakable pain. I quickly changed the subject, saying casually, "It's time for me to tell you about my love life."

I held Aunt Zhang's hand tightly as she wiped her eyes, and with the other hand, I used a fork to feed her a cherry. "Darling, you're my second love. I've only had one relationship, and I'm currently in my second one."

She forced a smile, slowly chewing the cherry, and said, "I don't believe it. You're so charming, and you've only had one relationship? I don't believe it, you're lying to me."

I put down the fork and held her hand as well, saying, "I'm not lying to you, darling, listen to me carefully.

Before I even started high school, I made up my mind to at least get a master's degree before settling down and starting a family. I don't know why I'm so popular. When I graduated from junior high, a classmate who didn't get into high school and went to a vocational school showed interest in me. I told her about my goals and determination, and she still liked me, saying she was willing to wait for me if I agreed to be with her. I had to ask my cousin to persuade her. My cousin is only twelve days younger than me, and she teased me..." " Tell me, who cares if you're cute? Even if we weren't related by blood, I'd fall in love with you. This was my first experience with love, but it doesn't really count as dating, does it?"

She nodded. "No."

I continued, "I went to a top-tier high school where everyone focused on their studies, and I never heard of anyone dating. But as soon as I entered university, I was like dog poop attracting flies; girls I didn't even know would hit on me..."

She laughed heartily, coquettishly saying, "No, not dog poop, but a flower attracting bees and butterflies."

I chuckled and continued, "Those who texted me to ask me out, offered movie tickets or party tickets, waited for me in the dorm or classroom—I completely ignored them. But with classmates and department members, I had to consider their feelings, so I politely stated my already made-up decision. But even in graduate school, girls still got close to me, and I couldn't do anything about it. Every time one came, I'd reiterate my decision."

She laughed heartily, taking my other hand in hers. "So you spent all your time studying?"

"I also participate in sports activities. Look at my strong physique; it's all thanks to my love of sports. I love all kinds of sports."

She shook my hands with both of hers, laughing, and said, "Yes, yes, you love sports, and you love exercising too, and you're very strong and powerful."

There was a hint of something more to her cheerful tone.

Aunt Zhang stopped laughing and said, "Go on."

I ate my food, silently watching her. "Tell me about your love life, your romantic history,"

she urged. I told her that the first time I went to my wife's workplace, she felt an instant spark with me; she thought I was her Prince Charming.

She scoffed dismissively, "You're just bragging."

I said earnestly, "It's true. My wife said it when she confessed to me. The second time I went to her workplace, she asked for my phone number. That night, she called me and said she liked me and wanted to meet me at the square the next night. After we met, she had to go to her night shift. To this day, I still can't understand why I, who had never accepted a date before, went to meet her. Maybe we were truly destined for each other.

After we met, she said confidently, 'Xiao Du, I like you. The first time I saw you, my heart skipped a beat. You are the prince charming I've been waiting for.' Those are her exact words; I didn't make anything up. Darling!

" I kissed her hand and looked at her honestly. She nodded. "You continue," I said. "I told her that I was moved by my wife's frank confession. I honestly told her that I was willing to date her, and if we are truly destined for each other, let's grow old together." My wife jumped up excitedly, took my hands in hers, and said tenderly, "Xiao Du, I'm pure. You've found a pure girl, I promise you." I was moved again by her sincerity, and I said emotionally, "I will definitely love you well! I will cherish your love for me!" This was the first time I had ever felt such affection for a girl. As I spoke, recalling the scene, my eyes welled with tears.

Seeing how emotional I was, Aunt Zhang handed me a tissue. "Look at you, so emotional. You're acting like a delicate girl, not a grown man."

I smiled. She asked again, "Does she know you're not married and haven't been in a relationship?"

I replied,

"Later, I asked her. I'm 28 or 29 years old. You know I'm not married and don't have a girlfriend. She said she checked my information on the government website for civil servants. I'm unmarried, and she recited all my information. She said if I already had a girlfriend, she would compete for her unless I didn't accept her love and didn't love her." Aunt Zhang asked again, "Have you two asked each other if you've ever been in a relationship?"

I said, "She didn't ask. She told me herself that she had two short so-called relationships. Once, a secretary in the factory office approached her, and the other time, her mother's colleague introduced her to someone. They dated two or three times, and she said she had absolutely no feelings for them." One day, I was telling her about my university days and the story of "declaring my determination" to a girl. When she heard that I had never been in a relationship and learned that she was my first love, she couldn't contain her happiness and hugged me tightly, crying. Between sobs, she kept saying, "Xiao Du, I love you, I'll love you forever!"

That day, at her house, my mother-in-law, returning from a walk, noticed her daughter's swollen eyes and quickly pulled her into the bedroom. A moment later, my wife's sobs came from the bedroom. My father-in-law stared at me in astonishment. Then my mother-in-law opened the door, beaming, and said, "Xiao Du, from now on, when you come home, don't rush back to your apartment. Stay here; there's a bedroom that's always been empty. Honey, go get the mattress and blankets." My wife wiped her eyes, smiled, and came to my side, kissing me, saying, "Come on, let's make the bed." This was the first time we'd been so affectionate in front of others, especially her parents; her happiness was truly overflowing.

My father-in-law looked at her mother, then at our intimate moment, utterly bewildered. The next day, as my wife drove me to work, she told me that her mother thought her precious daughter had been bullied by me. She had told her mother, "Mom, I'm Xiao Du's first love. I've found a good partner, I've found a good son-in-law for you. Mom, I'm so happy, so happy!" She then couldn't help but nestle in her mother's arms and sob.

I waited for Aunt Zhang's question, but seeing her silent, I chuckled and said, "I passed your test, didn't I, darling?"

She replied irrelevantly, "I've finished eating. What about you? Let's go."

I sensed she was preoccupied.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Aunt Zhang linked her arms with mine, resting her head slightly on my shoulder, and the two of us walked affectionately towards the parking lot.

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