Uncle's Confession: My Scandalous Relationship with My 23-Year-Old Middle School Beauty Homeroom Teacher (1-6)

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That November, I finished my work on the aid project in Morocco and returned home, heartbroken from parting with that young Arab woman.
(This is the third part of "Uncle's Confessions," a sequel to the first part, "Uncle's Confessions: My Story with a High School Girl," and the second part, "Uncle's Confessions: My Romance with a Beautiful Arab Woman." It is an original work, and all characters are pseudonyms.)

1.
Time flies. A year and five months have passed, and I am now forty-two years old.
During this year and five months, due to the excellent design work I completed on the Morocco aid project, coupled with my outstanding performance on other projects, I was promoted and given important responsibilities by the design institute, and was awarded the title of senior engineer.
With the restructuring, the institute divided all the designers into several business units, and I became the head of one of them.
Although I still miss and worry about Amy, time heals all wounds, preventing me from wallowing in sorrow.
Sometimes I wonder, she is now a mother of two, how is she? Does her husband still beat her? I hope that man will learn to cherish his wife, and I hope her life will get better!
One day in April of that year, Zhao Lin called me, asking me to attend my daughter's parent-teacher conference at school the next afternoon. Ni'er, then thirteen years old, was already in the second semester of junior high.
Zhao Lin said that Cui Taihao was away on a business trip again, and she had a court appearance the next afternoon, so I had to go in her place. I said, "What are you saying? What do you mean by 'going in her place'? Ni'er is also my daughter. You and your husband can focus on your work! Leave Ni'er's affairs to me."
To be honest, because we were both busy with work, Zhao Lin and I didn't pay much attention to Ni'er's studies and school life; her maternal grandfather was mainly responsible for that. Zhao Lin's father was a retired senior high school teacher, and we felt quite comfortable entrusting our child to him.
The next day, I arrived at the junior high school Ni'er attended, which was also Li Meishan's alma mater. Walking on the campus, memories flooded back, making me sigh.
Sitting in the classroom, I was surrounded by parents gossiping, saying that the previous homeroom teacher had taken a maternity leave and a younger teacher had taken over, and so on.
A little while later, the parent-teacher meeting began. As a tall, graceful figure walked to the podium, I was taken aback. A male parent in the back row whispered to another male parent sitting next to him, "Wow! This teacher is so young and beautiful..."
"Hello everyone, I am the new homeroom teacher for Class X of Grade 8. My name is Li Meishan..."
Li Meishan said confidently, turning to write three large, beautiful characters in chalk on the blackboard—Li Meishan.
She then turned back and smiled, "As some parents may already know, because our previous homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin, is on maternity leave, the school has decided that I will be our homeroom teacher until graduation. Let me briefly introduce myself. I graduated from Beijing Normal University with a degree in English Language and Literature and a degree in Education. I have been teaching at this school for seven months, serving as the English teacher for this class and several other classes..."
I didn't hear a word of what Li Meishan said after that; I sat in the crowd, staring blankly at her. I never imagined that my daughter's new homeroom teacher would be her! In my memory, she was still that seventeen-year-old high school girl, or at most, that female university student who went to study in England with her boyfriend. Unexpectedly, a few years have passed, and she has become a middle school teacher, and even my daughter's homeroom teacher.
This year, she was twenty-three years old, still incredibly beautiful, but she had long since shed her girlish naiveté and gained the charm of a mature woman.
Today, she wore a light blue fitted long-sleeved shirt (with a navy blue scarf tied under the collar like a man's tie), and a black pencil skirt that reached above the knee (the shirt was tucked into the skirt waistband), and mid-heeled leather shoes. Her figure was truly amazing, tall and graceful, and with her slightly wavy, flowing hair, she was a radiant white-collar woman—beautiful, dignified, and intellectual.
In that instant, my thoughts returned to the past, to the time I spent with Li Meishan, as if I could see that pure and beautiful girl calling me "Uncle."
“You stinky old man, we’re breaking up! I’ll never talk to you again, you jerk, you bad old man…”
“Uncle, will you ever abandon me?”
“Uncle’s back is so warm, it makes me feel so secure. I wish you would carry me forever, carry me wherever you want to go…”
“Uncle, I won’t bother you anymore. But could you come down for a moment? I have something to return to you…”
Memories flashed through my mind, those words still echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion.
“Now, I will call out the students’ names one by one in order of their student ID numbers. Parents of students whose names are called, please raise your hands. It’ll be a way for us to get to know each other. Thank you everyone…”
Li Meishan began calling out names from the roster in her hand, “Zhang Hanmo, okay, please put your hand down… Li Yuhao, okay, thank you… Chu Yiyi…”
As she called out names one by one, every parent whose child’s name was called raised their hand, and some parents even responded with “Here” or “Yes.”
Every time a parent raised their hand, Li Meishan would smile and say things like, "Please put your hand down," or "Thank you."
"...Chen Qianni...Chen Qianni..." she said, her eyes searching among the parents, "Is Chen Qianni's parent here?"
I snapped out of my daze and silently raised my right hand.
Li Meishan froze, staring at me blankly, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand unspoken words. Some parents looked at me.
"Okay, thank you, Chen Qianni's father, please put your hand down..."
She tried to regain her composure and continued calling roll, "Chao Ting, okay, thank you...Wang Yuhan, okay, please put your hand down..."
Although she feigned calmness, I knew her heart was pounding.
After the roll call, Li Meishan began her formal speech, first introducing the class's learning situation and publicly praising several outstanding students. Then she focused on the class's English learning.
Afterwards, several subject teachers also spoke with the parents.
At the end of the parent-teacher meeting, many parents surrounded Li Meishan, discussing their children's progress. Originally, as Zhao Lin had requested, I was also supposed to have a private talk with the homeroom teacher. But now, that homeroom teacher was Li Meishan, someone I simply couldn't face.
I even had a nagging worry that Li Meishan knew about Zhao Lin's ruthless methods of breaking me up with her back then. Would she take revenge on Ni'er out of resentment towards Zhao Lin?
I decided to leave first, but just as I reached the classroom door, Li Meishan called me back. "Chen Qianni's father, please stay a moment. I need to talk to you about Chen Qianni's situation."
I had no choice but to stay, my heart filled with unease. I thought back to that year when I impersonated Li Meishan's parent, who was then a senior in high school, to meet with her homeroom teacher. Now, she, as my daughter's homeroom teacher, wanted to meet with me, her parent, alone.
It all felt like a dream, a cruel twist of fate.
In the eighth-grade office, Li Meishan and I sat facing each other. She spoke to me calmly and naturally, as if we were meeting for the first time as a teacher and parent, and that nothing had ever happened between us.
Li Meishan said that Chen Qianni was very smart, but she didn't study hard, her grades weren't very good, and she paid attention to her clothes and appearance, sometimes dressing in a way that didn't look like a junior high school student.
"Excuse my bluntness, Qianni's father, perhaps you parents have created too good an environment for your child, and neglected to supervise and guide her, which is why she's like this?"
Li Meishan's words reminded me of the changes that had occurred in Ni'er over the years. Since entering adolescence, she has become quite rebellious, which I suspect is related to my divorce from Zhao Lin and Zhao Lin's remarriage and childbirth.
I told Li Meishan that I would pay attention to this issue and discuss it emphatically with the child's mother.
"Qianni's father, if I may be so bold as to ask..."
It was now class time, and all the other teachers had gone to class, leaving only the two of us in the office. Li Meishan asked, "Have you and your ex-wife, Qianni's mother, gotten back together?"
I said no, Qianni's mother had married another man.
"And you? Have you remarried too?" she asked again. That day that year, we unexpectedly met at Brussels Airport while transferring flights. She saw me and Aimeni together, and I lied to her, saying that Aimeni and I were planning to get married.
Then she added, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. You don't need to worry about it."
I reiterated that I hadn't remarried. A strange emotion flashed in her eyes, and she said calmly, "I've already said you don't need to answer."
Li Meishan continued, saying that divorced families like ours should pay more attention to the changes in the children's thoughts and emotions...
As I left the teaching building, Li Meishan's image lingered in my mind, and her words echoed in my ears.
I wondered to myself, is she still single? Is she still with that wealthy young man? Or does she have another boyfriend?
With her outstanding looks and figure, and being a top student from a prestigious university and a teacher at a key middle school, she must have countless suitors.

2.
After waiting for a while on a public bench on campus, I saw Li Meishan's graceful figure approaching, a stylish little bag slung over her shoulder.
I got up and went to greet her. She was a little surprised to see me and asked, "Chen Qianni's father, why are you still at school?"
I lied and said that I had been discussing things with other subject teachers and had been delayed, without admitting that I was waiting for her.
We walked side by side towards the school gate, chatting as we went, the topic still being Chen Qianni's studies. The faint scent of her perfume was pleasant. I noticed that she had matured a lot compared to those years ago, in terms of appearance, temperament, and figure. Her bust and hips were noticeably larger than when she was seventeen or eighteen.
This was understandable; back then she was still a girl, and now she was a young woman.
I had no interest in discussing children with her anymore and suddenly asked, "Meishan, these years... how have you been?"
By this time we had already left the school gate. Li Meishan paused for a moment, then smiled calmly and said, "Qianni's father, we are teacher and parent, it's best not to discuss personal matters."
I felt quite awkward and didn't know how to respond. Then I heard a voice call out, "Meishan..." I
looked up and saw a young man standing next to a Porsche convertible, smiling at Li Meishan.
She smiled slightly at me and said softly, "Sorry, my boyfriend is here to pick me up. Goodbye."
She walked to the car, and the young man opened the passenger door, letting Li Meishan get in. He then quickly walked to the front left door and got in as well.
As they fastened their seatbelts, I heard the young man ask Li Meishan, "Who's that?" Li Meishan replied, "A student's parent."
Watching the Porsche convertible speed away, I wondered to myself, "Isn't this the man I met at the Brussels airport that year? Does she have a new boyfriend? And driving such a nice car, he must be a rich second-generation." A mix of emotions welled up inside me.
Arriving at Zhao Lin's parents' house (the large apartment Zhao Lin used to live in), Zhao's father took my bag and hung it on a coat rack, saying, "Your mother is cooking; dinner will be ready soon."
I asked, "Where's Ni'er?" Zhao's father said she was in her room; he had just seen her doing her homework.
Because of the junior high school parent-teacher conference this afternoon, they had a half-day off. I had called Zhao's father earlier, saying I'd come over tonight to talk to Ni'er.
I went to Ni'er's room and knocked, but there was no response, so I said, "Ni'er, Daddy's coming in, okay?"
My daughter's grown up now, and it's not convenient for me, her father, to just casually enter her room.
I pushed the door open and saw Ni'er putting on makeup in front of the mirror, wearing a strapless mini-dress. At thirteen years and nine months old, she had grown into a graceful young lady, often making me sigh with pride at how beautiful she had become.
Ni'er turned to me and said, "Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?"
She was indeed pretty, completely inheriting Zhao Lin's beauty. Of course, I hadn't let her down in terms of looks either. It's just that, as a middle school student, her outfit was too eye-catching, making it difficult for me, her father, to look directly at her.
As Ni'er spoke, she twirled around, and her skirt billowed up, revealing her underwear. The slit in the skirt was also quite low, making her cleavage barely visible (because she hadn't developed much, her breasts were still relatively small).
I couldn't stand it anymore and angrily said, "What are you wearing? Are you planning to go out dressed like this?"
Ni'er scoffed dismissively and said nonchalantly, "Grandpa and Grandma are watching me like I'm a criminal, where can I go? I'm just dressing up at home."
Ni'er's attitude infuriated me. I asked her where she got the clothes. She said she bought them online.
I tried to be patient and said, "Ni'er, your teacher said that the second year of junior high is a turning point, and many students fall behind at this stage..."
"So?" Ni'er glanced at me sideways.
"So you should focus more on your studies, instead of standing here in front of the mirror putting on makeup and dressing like this. My daughter! You're only thirteen!"
"Study, study, study, all you know is studying? Can't I take a break? What's wrong with putting on makeup? What's wrong with dressing like this? I'm not going out to show off, I'm just entertaining myself at home, what's it to you? If you don't want to look, then don't look, I didn't ask you to, really..."
She rolled her eyes and looked away, snorting, "Is it any of your business?"
She not only inherited Zhao Lin's looks, but also her mother's sharp tongue, and even her expression just now was very similar to Zhao Lin's.
I tried my best to be patient. "That's not the point I wanted to make. What I wanted to say was that you need to focus on your studies. You know your mother has always had high expectations for you, and she's very strict with you. If she knew you were like this..."
Ni'er interrupted me, blurting out, "It's better if you don't mention that old woman. I
get angry as soon as you do..." I was immediately at a loss for words, saying, "Ni'er, do you know what you're saying? She's your mother. Besides, your mother is only thirty-eight years old. How has she become an old woman in your eyes?"
"Oh my! Thank goodness..." Ni'er looked disdainful. "Thirty-eight years old and not old? Please, have some self-awareness!"
I could only say, "Ni'er, don't talk about your mother like that. Everyone gets old someday, and you're no exception."
Ni'er immediately got angry, pointing at me and shouting, "Chen Zhongyan, what did you say? Dare to say it again?"
I was again at a loss for words, thinking to myself, "Even such a young child is so sensitive about this issue?"
Just then, Mr. Zhao pushed open the door and came in, saying, "What are you two arguing about? Zhongyan, talk to Ni'er properly, don't get angry."
I said, "Dad, it's not me who's angry, it's her who's getting more and more worked up."
Mr. Zhao saw Ni'er's clothes and said with surprise and heartache, "Ni'er! Why are you dressed like this? Aren't you ashamed?"
Ni'er ignored her grandfather, put her hands in her clothes, and looked away.
I said to Mr. Zhao, "Dad, you go out first, I'll talk to her."
Mr. Zhao left the room, and Ni'er said coldly, "You have no right to tell me what to do."
I asked in surprise, "What did you say?"
She stared at me coldly and said, "Isn't that right? After Mom divorced you, she married a rich man and gave birth to my younger brother. But did any of you ask me if I wanted this younger brother? On the day my brother was born in the hospital ward, everyone was surrounding Mom and my brother, overjoyed, but did any of you care about how I felt at that time?"
I didn't expect that Zhao Lin's second pregnancy had such a big impact on Ni'er's psychology. Not just me, maybe everyone has overlooked this point?
"Ni'er, your mother and your father, Taihao, married and had your brother because they loved each other. You can't question their right to that."
I paused, then said, "Has your father, Taihao, ever been bad to you? Don't you know how he treats you?"
Ni'er said, "He's good to me because he wants to please Mom. And Mom? Since my brother was born, she's focused all her attention on him. Has she ever cared about me?"
"I admit, your mother spends less time on you. But you have to understand her. She's very career-oriented, and now that your brother is so young and you're older, she might not be able to pay attention to you as much as before, but her love for you hasn't diminished at all!"
Ni'er snorted coldly, looking at me and saying, "Don't defend her. You're not much better yourself."
I said innocently, "What did I do wrong?"
"What's wrong with you? You brought a foreign woman home that year and slept with her. You and your mother are both selfish, only thinking of yourselves."
I didn't expect her to see these issues this way, and said, "Ni'er..."
She interrupted me, "Get out, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Before I could say anything, she shouted, "I'm changing my clothes, get out!"
Seeing that I didn't move, she simply started to take off her dress. I quickly stopped her, but the little girl was quick and took it off in a flash.
She was wearing an A-cup bra and a small triangle of panties underneath, her skin was as white as snow and as delicate as a touch. I was stunned.
Ni'er saw that I hadn't left yet, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. I quickly fled...

3.
On Friday evening, as soon as I walked into that restaurant, I saw a beautiful mature woman waving at me from her seat, with a young man sitting next to her.
She was Fei Yaling, Zhao Lin's best friend of many years, who appeared in the previous text. That year, when Zhao Lin gave birth to Cui Chenghao, she and I waited outside the delivery room together.
Fei Yaling is a year younger than me, forty-one years old this year. She's quite attractive, with a great figure—1.65 meters tall, neither too thin nor too plump, with a curvaceous figure. Coupled with her exquisite makeup and fashionable, high-end clothing, she exudes the captivating charm of a mature woman.
A few years ago, Fei Yaling divorced her ex-husband, a wealthy man who dumped her for having an affair. Zhao Lin served as Fei Yaling's lawyer in her divorce case, helping her secure the maximum amount of her rights. Because of this, Fei Yaling's ex-husband hates Zhao Lin.
Now, Fei Yaling is my girlfriend; we've been dating for over three months, brought together by Zhao Lin.
Fei Yaling and I have known each other for over ten years, knowing each other inside and out. Normally, as longtime acquaintances, it would be difficult to reach this point, but thanks to Zhao Lin's strong encouragement, we've developed a romantic relationship.
As a woman with assets exceeding ten million, Fei Yaling's looks and financial situation are excellent, making it easy for men to be attracted to her. She also thought I was quite handsome, well-educated (Fei Yaling's education level wasn't high, only a junior college diploma), had a good job, was a key employee, and was a reliable person, so we got together.
People at the design institute said I'd hooked up with a rich woman, but I didn't care. People can say whatever they want!
Although Fei Yaling was wealthy, I wasn't after her money. I wanted a woman who cared for me, someone to keep me company, and I thought Fei Yaling was a good person, so I decided to date her. If it worked out, great; if not, fine. Of course, it was a two-way street, and she felt the same way about me.
"You're here?" Fei Yaling smiled at me, gesturing for me to sit down, then said to the boy playing games on his phone, "Uncle Chen's here, stop playing."
The boy was Fei Yaling's son, seventeen years old, in high school. Zhao Lin and I had basically watched him grow up, but this was the first time we'd met since Fei Yaling and I started dating.
He seemed unwilling to acknowledge me, only glancing up once to call me "Uncle Chen" before continuing to play on his phone.
Fei Yaling was dressed rather revealingly today, showing off her cleavage; if she bent over, she'd be even more likely to expose herself. I thought to myself, "Wearing something like that, isn't she afraid her son will see?"
I took out the gift I'd given Fei Yaling's son—a pair of the latest Adidas sneakers. Fei Yaling politely declined a few times but accepted them on her son's behalf.
The young man still ignored me, so I tried to make conversation, asking him about his studies. He's a junior in high school and will be taking the college entrance exam next year.
Seeing her son's indifference and constant phone use, Fei Yaling became unhappy, complaining, "What's wrong with you, kid? Uncle Chen is talking to you! How can you be so rude?"
I quickly stopped her, "It's alright, it's alright, the child usually has a lot of academic pressure; this is the weekend, let him relax..."
I guessed it was because of my relationship with his mother that the boy had developed a dislike for me, an uncle he'd known for a long time.
This is understandable; he's going through a rebellious teenage phase, and it's understandable that he felt embarrassed and disgusted by his mother's romantic relationship with another man (especially since this man was the ex-husband of an aunt he'd known since childhood).
The rest of the conversation was mainly between Fei Yaling and me. She smiled charmingly from time to time, and as she leaned forward, her ample bosom, encased in her bra, caught my eye through the opening in her top. Despite her age, she was quite well-endowed; her breasts were large, white, and had a deep cleavage.
While Fei Yaling and I chatted and laughed, her son would occasionally look up from his phone at his mother, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
Fei Yaling works in finance at a large state-owned enterprise, earning a decent salary. In fact, with her assets and rental income, she could live better than most people even without working; for her, working was just keeping her busy.
The dinner for the three of us was lukewarm. The original plan was to take the child to his father's after dinner (he usually lives with his mother), and then Fei Yaling and I would go to my place to spend the night together.
I slept with Fei Yaling not long after we started dating. I remember it was probably the night of our third official date; we were singing in a karaoke room.
When I sang Song Dongye's "Lilian," Fei Yaling was sitting very close to me, and I casually put my arm around her as I sang. She didn't resist at all; instead, she snuggled closer to me.
She said it was the first time she'd heard the song, and it had a very beautiful and profound feel to it. I also sang it very well. After the song, we kissed. She was wearing something similar that day to today, and I easily slipped my hand inside her bra…
That night, after leaving the karaoke room, I took her to my place.
We're both experienced, and at our age, so there's nothing to be ashamed of in that area. We do it two or three times a week, and she's very satisfied with my performance.
Unfortunately, Fei Yaling's son said that his father and stepmother took his younger brother to Chongqing today, so he still has to stay at home.
Fei Yaling and I were inevitably disappointed. We couldn't just leave the child alone at home with me (he's old enough to guess what his mother was doing if she didn't come home at night), or I could go to Fei Yaling's house with the mother and son and sleep in the same room with Fei Yaling.
Although Fei Yaling and I have a legitimate romantic relationship, and the child can guess that we might have already been intimate, we can't let him feel uncomfortable, can we?
While my son was in the bathroom, Fei Yaling apologized to me, "I'm so sorry! Zhongyan, I didn't know it would turn out like this..."
I smiled slightly, "It's okay, we'll find another time later, the child is the priority."
Then I told her that it was Cui Taihao's birthday party in a few days and asked if she would attend with me. Fei Yaling readily agreed, saying that she and Zhao Lin were good friends, and of course she had to go to her husband's birthday party.
I told Fei Yaling not to give a separate gift, that we should each give one, and I'd handle it. Fei Yaling said not to, that she'd take care of the red envelope. I told her not to worry, I wouldn't make her lose face, and that I should leave it to her. She didn't insist anymore.
Although I wasn't nearly as wealthy as Fei Yaling, it wasn't that I was trying to impress her. At that time, as a key member of my unit and a department head, my income was much higher than before, and since Zhao Lin usually covered most of Ni'er's expenses, I was basically a one-person household, so this amount of money wasn't a problem for me.
After dinner, Fei Yaling drove her Porsche Cayenne to take me home first, and then the two of them went home.
When I said goodbye to Fei Yaling's son at the gate of my apartment complex, the boy was wearing headphones and looking out the window, ignoring me.
Fei Yaling was about to get angry when I quickly patted her arm and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm leaving now, drive carefully on your way home."
I'd only taken a few steps after getting off the bus when Fei Yaling called me back. She came over and apologized, "That brat was so rude. I'll give him a good talking to when we get home."
I quickly tried to stop her, "Please don't! Boys this age are all such rascals!"
Fei Yaling looked at me with a half-smile, "What do you mean?"
I laughed, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not calling your son a rascal. I mean, boys his age are all incredibly rebellious and hot-tempered. You can't confront him directly; you have to smooth things over first."
She laughed, "Zhongyan, do you know why I like you? You're more humorous than anyone else, and you always make sense, plus you know so much. By the way, you don't have a son, so how do you know all this?"
I smiled without saying a word. Actually, I only learned these things after talking to Li Meishan alone after the parent-teacher meeting that day, when she talked to me about the psychological characteristics of boys and girls during puberty.
Then Fei Yaling asked me to meet her on Sunday, saying her son had to go back to school that afternoon and attend evening self-study. I said, "That's unfortunate, I have to go to Ningbo on a business trip on Sunday.
" Fei Yaling sighed, "Then I'll just have to wait until May Day!"
Just then, Fei Yaling's son called out from the car, "Mom, are we leaving or not?"
Fei Yaling turned around and scolded her son, "What's the rush? Can't Mom talk for a bit?"
I smiled and said, "Then it'll be May Day, you go first? Don't keep the child waiting..."
"Then give me a kiss..." she said, looking at me with a charming smile.
I was both amused and exasperated, glancing at the car, "Are you kidding me? Your son is still in the car!"
"Alright then!" Fei Yaling reached out and patted my arm, "Take care, see you on May Day."
"Okay, see you on May Day." I said, watching the mother and son drive away.

4.
May Day came that year. May 1st was Cui Taihao's 40th birthday. He booked a banquet at a high-end restaurant, and many guests came to celebrate. Zhao Lin's aunt and uncle also came from Mianyang.
Since Ni'er was unaware of my relationship with Fei Yaling, she perceived Aunt Fei as merely a close friend of her mother at the banquet. Fei Yaling and I were also careful not to let Ni'er suspect anything.
Even Fei Yaling's son, a high school student, found our relationship difficult to accept; it would likely be even harder for Ni'er, a middle school student. However, Fei Yaling and I weren't in a hurry; these things could only be done slowly.
Before the banquet began, Zhao Lin went on stage to speak. She wore a beautiful dress and exquisite makeup, truly radiant.
"First of all, thank you all for coming. Today is my husband Taihao's fortieth birthday. A man at forty is no longer confused..."
Zhao Lin spoke eloquently, congratulating her husband on entering a new phase of his life and thanking everyone for their continued love and support, etc.
After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply to the audience, covering her chest with her hand, partly to show sincerity and partly because the opening of her dress was low, to prevent any wardrobe malfunction.
At Zhao Lin's invitation, Cui Taihao also came to the stage. The couple sang and danced together, their love and sweetness evident. Coupled with their good looks, they were a truly enviable pair.
At the end, Cui Taihao said to Zhao Lin in Korean, "Wife, I love you!"
Zhao Lin smiled and replied in Korean, "Husband, I love you too!"
Then, Ni'er, holding her two-year-eight-month-old brother's hand, came up on stage and stood with her parents. This family of four was equally enviable.
Ni'er was dressed beautifully that day, a true beauty, and already over 1.6 meters tall, not much shorter than Zhao Lin. Seeing my daughter, not even fourteen years old yet, so outstanding, filled me with sweetness.
But I could still sense a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
That night, I didn't talk to her much. To avoid rushing things, I also didn't discuss this with Zhao Lin for the time being. She was busy with work and organizing Cui Taihao's birthday party, and I didn't want to distract her.
I only spoke with Zhao's father briefly, asking him to try talking to Ni'er first. However, although Zhao's father had been a middle school teacher, he was, after all, a retired man in his sixties, and he probably didn't have many ways to communicate with a girl in her adolescence.
As parents, Zhao Lin and I had to take this matter seriously.
Fei Yaling looked at Ni'er on the stage and whispered to me, "Your daughter is getting more and more beautiful. She'll definitely be a great beauty in the future. You, as her father, must be incredibly happy, right?" I smiled and remained noncommittal.
Cui Taihao said a few more words, and the family of four bowed to thank the guests below the stage.
Next came cutting the cake and singing birthday songs. After these procedures were completed, the birthday banquet officially began.
After lunch, the guests moved to the chess and card room and the relaxation area.
Zhao Lin's parents, along with their grandson, aunt, uncle, and some older relatives of the Zhao family, sat together chatting. Zhao Lin was playing mahjong with Fei Yaling and two women who looked like wealthy ladies, while Cui Taihao was drinking tea and chatting with some of his friends.
Fei Yaling loves playing cards, even more so than Zhao Lin. These two beautiful and wealthy mature women have always been card partners, and this time was no exception.
I didn't see Ni'er, so I went to ask Zhao's father. He said she went to karaoke with Zhao Lin's younger brother and his girlfriend.
I sat alone in a quiet spot, smoking and enjoying the peace and quiet. After a while, Zhao Lin came over, sat down next to me, and asked what I was doing there alone. I said I don't play cards, and I don't know most of the people here, so there's nothing to talk about.
I asked her why she wasn't playing cards. She said she was the hostess today, mainly socializing, and she was just filling in for someone who was one short.
I knew those wealthy ladies played for high stakes at the card table; ordinary people wouldn't dare play with them.
"By the way, how did the parent-teacher conference go the other day? I haven't heard you mention it..." Zhao Lin asked.
I stubbed out my cigarette and said, "Do you know who Ni'er's homeroom teacher is now?"
"I heard she got a new homeroom teacher. Who is it? Do you know her?"
"Not only do I know her, but you do too."
"Who is it?" Zhao Lin looked at me in surprise.
When I said "Li Meishan," Zhao Lin exclaimed, "My God! That girl is a teacher now?"
I laughed, "Look at you, it's been so many years. Doesn't she get older? She graduated from Beijing Normal University almost a year ago and has been teaching Ni'er and the others for seven or eight months."
"Then you two met, didn't you? Did you talk to each other privately?"
I nodded, "After the parent-teacher meeting that day, she called me to her office alone..."
"Honest advice..." Zhao Lin frowned slightly, somewhat worried, "Do you think that girl might deliberately make things difficult for Ni'er because of what happened back then?"
"Probably not. I know her. That girl has a good heart, a sunny disposition, and a very innocent personality..."
"Of course you know her!" Zhao Lin laughed sarcastically, "Is there anything about that girl that you don't know?"
I got a little angry and said, "Zhao Lin, it's not right for you to say that. It's been so many years..."
Zhao Lin laughed, "Just kidding! Look how anxious you are..."
"What are you two talking about here?" With that, Choi Tae-ho came over and sat down next to us.
Zhao Lin said to her husband, "We're talking about Ni'er's new homeroom teacher."
"Ni'er's new homeroom teacher? What about her?" Choi Tae-ho asked.
Zhao Lin told him. Choi Tae-ho knew about what happened between me and Li Meishan back then; he even went to the boxing gym to teach me a lesson because of it. Later, when Zhao Lin attempted suicide, he beat me up again.
"What? That girl is now Ni'er's homeroom teacher?" Choi Tae-ho was equally surprised.
He pointed at me and said, "Chen Zhongyan, Chen Zhongyan, look at the mess you made back then. Don't let the emotional debts you incurred fall on our daughter's head."
I thought to myself, this guy is always bringing up the most sensitive topics, and said irritably, "Can't you speak
properly? If you can't speak properly, then shut up." "Hey!" Zhao Lin complained, sitting between the two of us, "What are you two arguing about? Let's get down to business."
So I told the couple what Li Meishan had said that day, and what I had seen Ni'er wearing makeup and revealing clothes at Zhao Lin's parents' house. They realized that Ni'er's problem was serious.
The three of them sighed for a while. Cui Taihao said, "Well, I'll talk to Ni'er another day. Maybe as her stepfather, she won't feel comfortable confronting me like she does with you two."
Zhao Lin complained to her husband, "You too, you shouldn't have spoiled her so much, giving her so much money. Otherwise, where would she get the money to buy those outlandish clothes and cosmetics?"
Hearing Zhao Lin say this, I felt indignant on Cui Taihao's behalf, "Your husband has a lot of problems..."
Cui Taihao pointed at me and said disapprovingly, "How dare you talk like that?" "What?"
Zhao Lin chimed in, "Exactly! Who do you think you are to criticize my husband? Who do you think you are?
You have all sorts of bad habits of your own, what right do you have to criticize?" I laughed and said, "Let me finish. What I mean is, regarding Ni'er's situation, you've been a bit too demanding of Old Cui. As Ni'er's stepfather, he can't hit her, can't scold her, and can't give her less money, fearing she'll be treated badly. Over time, it's inevitable that she'll become a bit spoiled. But his intentions are good."
Cui Taihao gave me a thumbs up, "To be fair, Old Chen does have some skill..."
"Stop interrupting!" Zhao Lin nudged Cui Taihao and then asked me, "So what do you suggest we do now?"
I said, "We can't rush things. First, we need to figure out what this girl is thinking, what she likes, and what she really needs, then we can address the problem accordingly..."
The couple nodded repeatedly, and finally Zhao Lin said, "I feel like what you said is pointless."
I smiled and said, "That's a general approach! Let's start with that..."

5.
Just then, Fei Yaling walked over and smiled, "Lin, Zhongyan, the three of you are here! What are you talking about?"
Zhao Lin got up and let her sit next to me, while she sat down next to Cui Taihao. I said we weren't saying anything, just chatting casually.
Zhao Lin peeked over from her husband's side and asked Fei Yaling, "Yaling, why aren't you playing cards anymore?"
Fei Yaling said it was her turn to play, and she was taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom. The two women discussed the card game for a while, then Fei Yaling said she had to go back to continue playing.
As soon as she left, Zhao Lin's aunt came over. "Lin'er, your aunt and uncle are short one person for their mahjong game, they want you to join them."
Zhao Lin laughed, "You guys play! I'm not playing."
I knew what Zhao Lin was thinking; she thought these older folks were too lazy to play, played small games, played slowly, and sometimes couldn't even keep track of the scores (Chengdu mahjong has many variations, and keeping track of the scores after each round is a bit troublesome), so playing with them was no fun at all.
"Aren't we short one? Let's go!" Her aunt came over and pulled Zhao Lin, so Zhao Lin had no choice but to go with her.
I chatted with Cui Taihao for a few more minutes, and then Cui's mother came over with her grandson, saying, "Daddy's here, want to go to Daddy's?"
The little guy ran to Cui Taihao's side, and his father picked him up and kissed him twice, calling out "Son," "Son." Cui Taihao named his son Cui Chenghao, and his ethnicity was registered as Korean.
Mrs. Cui sat beside the father and son, smiling warmly. Although she was over sixty, she possessed an outstanding temperament and still retained a hint of her former beauty, clearly a great beauty in her youth.
Mrs. Cui's life had been full of hardship. In her youth, her parents suffered immense injustice during that particular era. She herself struggled, smuggling herself to South Korea to become a mistress to a wealthy man and giving birth to her son. Later, unable to endure the ostracism and humiliation from the wife, she returned to China with her son.
She single-handedly raised her son to be an outstanding man, but he remained unmarried for a long time, finally making her a grandmother. It was a bittersweet reward, a happy ending.
Cui Taihao played with little Chenghao for a while, then placed him on my lap, saying, "Let your loyal father hold you."
That year, after I returned to China, Cui Taihao had his son recognize me as his godfather and had the child call me "Loyal Father." I held the child on my lap; for this child, the first person to hold him in his life, I felt a deep affection for him.
That evening I went to Fei Yaling's house. Her son and her ex-husband's family were on a road trip.
Fei Yaling's house was a large, single-level apartment of over 200 square meters, luxuriously decorated with high-end furniture and appliances.
We hadn't been intimate for over a week. Fei Yaling was in her forties, and as soon as I took off her underwear, I noticed she was soaking wet down there.
Fei Yaling must have regular genital treatments; her pubic area was a lovely pinkish hue, and her pubic hair was beautifully trimmed, resembling a butterfly. In short, it didn't look like the vagina of a woman in her forties at all.
We made love once in bed, and then again in the bathtub filled with hot water. During her climax, Fei Yaling kept moaning; she especially loved it when I did it from behind.
Between acts, Fei Yaling asked me if it was more comfortable with Zhao Lin before, or with her now. She also said the relationship between the three of us (referring to me, Cui Taihao, and Zhao Lin) was quite interesting—how could someone be so close to their ex-wife and her husband?
I thought to myself, if she knew Cui Taihao had cheated on me, she would find it even more unbelievable.
But that's how relationships are; you can reciprocate kindness, and even former rivals can become friends. Cui Taihao is a good person, righteous, responsible, and kind to Zhao Lin and Ni'er. He deeply loves Zhao Lin, treats Ni'er like his own daughter, and cares about me. Why should I dwell on the past?
I feel that in middle age, being able to become close friends with my ex-wife and gain a friend like Cui Taihao is quite good.
The next day, Fei Yaling and I flew to Sanya, something we had planned beforehand.
This woman was quite good in every way. Although I didn't love her, I couldn't stay single forever, and I wouldn't meet another woman like Li Meishan or Ai Mai Ni who loved me to death. So, I decided to stay with her. That would be a way to give my future and to those who cared about me.
Fei Yaling and I spent three days in Sanya and returned to Chengdu on May 5th.
After the May Day holiday, I decided to spend as much time as possible with Ni'er. I made an appointment with Zhao's father that, unless I had social engagements or urgent matters, I would go to his place for dinner every day, supervise Ni'er's homework, and take her for walks and chats.
On weekends, I also tried to spend time with Ni'er, either going out to play or playing games and badminton with her. Cui Taihao and Zhao Lin also often spent time with Ni'er whenever they had time, taking her to stay at their large villa or taking her and her younger brother out to play.
As time went by, Ni'er became increasingly affectionate towards me, and I gradually entered the inner world of this young girl.
Once, I asked Ni'er if she liked her homeroom teacher, Ms. Li Meishan.
Since that parent-teacher conference, I hadn't had a chance to see Ms. Li and knew nothing about her.
Ni'er said she really liked Ms. Li. She said Ms. Li was not only a good teacher but also very beautiful and fashionable. More importantly, she was unpretentious and never lectured like other teachers. She always treated students as equals, sometimes feeling like a kind older sister next door.
Not only did she like Ms. Li, but many classmates especially liked her; some boys even privately called her a goddess.
Hearing this, I laughed and said, "You bunch of little brats, how old are you? A goddess? What do you know?"
Ni'er retorted indignantly, "Chen Zhongyan, don't look down on people. You adults are always so self-righteous, thinking we don't know anything. Actually, we know much more than you do."
Sometimes, my little girl calls me by my first name in certain situations, like when she's being affectionate or when I annoy her. I think this is fine between father and daughter; there's no distance, and it's easier to get along like friends.
Her words made me think. Thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boys and girls, both physiologically and psychologically, are no longer the little brats we adults see them as. Especially girls, because they develop earlier, may have more pronounced issues in this area.
Just like Du Mu's poem describes—"Graceful and slender, thirteen or so, like a budding flower in early February." Thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girls have already grown up; we can no longer treat them like children, and we can no longer interact with them in the way we treat children.
My thoughts then shifted to Li Meishan. To receive such affection and praise from students, she truly deserves her high academic achievements, holding dual degrees in English and Education from Beijing Normal University.
In her student days, Li Meishan was pure, beautiful, and academically excellent—truly loved by everyone. Now, she's a beautiful and talented teacher, loved and respected by her students.
Thinking about all this, my feelings are inexplicably complicated…
As my conversations with Ni'er deepened, she opened up to me, and I gradually learned some of the reasons for her rebelliousness.
The little girl said that when her mother married Taihao's father and became pregnant with his child, and then I brought home a young foreign woman, she felt abandoned by her parents and like an unwanted child. That's why she competed with Aimani for my attention that Spring Festival, even rushing into the bathroom to urinate while Aimani was taking a shower, just to embarrass her. When
the little girl told me this that day, she started crying, crying very sadly. I hugged her and said, "Although your father and mother are divorced, and your mother has started her own family, and your father may also have his own family in the future, it doesn't mean that your father and mother don't love you anymore, or even abandon you.
No matter what, you are still your father and mother's child, and your father and mother still love you as much as before." You might even have two loving families, one your father's and one your mother's. The love and care you receive won't decrease; in fact, it might even double. Think about it, doesn't that make sense?
I added, "Think about it again. Is Taihao's father good to you? Does he treat you like his own daughter? Over the years, when he goes on trips and vacations with your mother and brother, has he ever left you out? If he didn't treat you like his own daughter, would he have done that?"
Ni'er nodded, sobbing in my arms. Finally, she asked me why I divorced my mother. To this day, the little girl still doesn't know that I divorced Zhao Lin once, partly because she was young then, and partly because even though Zhao Lin and I were divorced, we still often stayed together like a married couple.
The little girl then asked me if we divorced because my mother had Taihao's father and I had Aunt Xiao Ai. I told her it wasn't what she thought. Neither her mother nor I had done anything to betray our marriage before the divorce. Taihao's father and Aunt Xiao Ai had nothing to do with our divorce. As for the reasons for the divorce, you'll gradually understand them as you grow up.
"Daddy, did Mommy attempt suicide for you?" Ni'er suddenly asked.

6.
I was immediately shocked. We had been keeping this from our little girl to avoid causing her psychological trauma, but she still seemed to have some suspicions.
I asked her why she said that. Ni'er said that she overheard her grandmother and aunt talking, saying that you had found a much younger girl outside and didn't want your mother anymore, so your mother couldn't bear it and tried to commit suicide.
I secretly blamed Zhao Lin's mother for being so careless; how could she let her child hear such things?
"I was too young then and didn't fully understand what my grandmother meant. Later, as I grew older, I understood a little. Daddy, is that true?"
Ni'er looked at me with tears in her eyes. I could only say, "Baby, it's not what you think, it really isn't like that. During my marriage with your mother, I never made your mother so heartbroken as to attempt suicide because of me and another woman."
What I said wasn't untrue, because Zhao Lin and I were indeed divorced at that time. Under these circumstances, that was all I could say to my little girl.
"Daddy, if such a thing really happened, if such a woman really existed, I would hate you, and I would hate that woman to death,"
she said, her explanation somewhat ambiguous.
Later, one day, Li Meishan messaged me on WeChat, asking how things were going with my daughter. I replied that, following the methods and approaches she had taught me, we were getting along very well now, practically able to talk about anything like good friends.
Since my reunion with Li Meishan at the parent-teacher conference, she removed my WeChat account from her blacklist and resumed contact with me, but only to discuss Ni'er's affairs—meaning it remained strictly within the scope of teacher-parent communication. She also blocked me from seeing her WeChat Moments, preventing me from getting any glimpse into her life.
Li Meishan also told me that Ni'er is now working much harder in her studies, and she will continue to pay extra attention to her, hoping we parents will continue to cooperate.
"Thank you, Meishan," I typed, then changed "Meishan" to "Teacher Li" and sent it.
She replied quickly, "You're welcome, it's what I should do as a teacher."
Then she sent another message, "I will do this for any student who needs help, not to give Qianni special treatment, although I admit Qianni is very beautiful and smart, and I like her quite a bit. But that's all."
Li Meishan's meaning was clear: she was simply fulfilling her duty as a responsible teacher, not because Ni'er is my daughter. I understood; she was afraid I would misunderstand and wanted to distance herself from me.
The end of the semester arrived, and Ni'er did well on her exams, making great progress. She ranked in the top 30 of her grade at that prestigious high school, a remarkable achievement for her.
Zhao Lin decided to reward Ni'er handsomely for her fourteenth birthday, and I also decided to reward my little girl, though I wasn't as wealthy as her mother; I just took her out to eat and see a movie.
It was a weekend, and Ni'er's summer vacation had begun. I picked her up from Zhao Lin's parents' house. We went ice skating, then had a buffet, followed by a movie, and then I took her to my place. When
Ni'er got into my car, I noticed she was wearing a very fashionable outfit: a sleeveless, narrow-shouldered t-shirt (so tight it showed the outline of her bra), ripped jeans that revealed a bit of her waist, light makeup, and two braids in her long, flowing hair.
I noticed her small chest was quite full, probably from wearing a bra with thick padding.
I smiled and said, "My daughter looks so fashionable and beautiful today." She replied, "Of course!" Going on a date with her dad, who's a heartthrob, shouldn't she dress up a bit?
To be honest, this kind of attire is indeed inappropriate for a middle school student. But I remembered what Li Meishan told me. She said everyone has a love of beauty, and thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls are at the age where they care about their appearance. We shouldn't stifle their pursuit of beauty. As long as it's not excessive, and it's not at school and doesn't affect their studies, neither parents nor teachers need to object.
It's summer vacation now, so I think it's fine for Ni'er to dress like this today.
At the ice rink, I don't know how to skate, so I watched Ni'er skate from the sidelines. The rink was full of teenagers and some children.
Ni'er was having a great time. Watching her vibrant youth, I thought to myself, in the past, when we adults forbade her to do this or that, it actually backfired. Not only did it prevent her from becoming the person we wanted her to be, it also exacerbated her rebellious tendencies.
Now I've taken Li Meishan's advice. Ni'er is not only happy, but her grades have also improved. This shows that making children happy is the most important thing; it's the foundation of everything in their growth.
After finishing our buffet lunch, we arrived at the cinema. As soon as we entered the lobby, Ni'er called out, "Teacher Li..."
Looking in the direction of her voice, we saw Li Meishan with a young woman. She seemed quite surprised to see us.
I was surprised too, not expecting to run into her here.
"Qianni..." Li Meishan smiled at Ni'er.
Ni'er practically jumped in front of her, saying, "Teacher Li, are you here to watch a movie?"
It was clear the little girl really liked her English teacher and homeroom teacher.
Li Meishan smiled, "Yes! You're here to watch a movie too, right?"
She then smiled at me, "Hello, Qianni's dad!"
I smiled back, "Hello, Teacher Li."
Li Meishan introduced us to her companion as her student and parent. The young woman and I nodded to each other.
"Qianni's dad, Qianni did very well on her final exams this time, she's made great progress, congratulations!"
"It's all thanks to the teacher's excellent teaching, thank you, Teacher Li."
While I was exchanging pleasantries with Li Meishan, Ni'er kept looking at her, making no attempt to hide her affection and respect for her teacher.
Meanwhile, the young woman was also secretly observing me. I felt she looked familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before.
"No, I'm just doing my duty as a teacher. Qianni is very smart; as long as she studies hard, her grades will definitely improve..."
Li Meishan said, gently patting Qianni's cheek and smiling, "Qianni, don't get arrogant just because your teacher says that!"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Qianni nodded repeatedly with a smile, "I won't, Teacher Li, don't worry."
The young woman said she was going to get her tickets and told us to chat, walking to a ticket machine.
"Daddy, I'm going to get my tickets too," Qianni said, walking to another ticket machine.
Li Meishan looked at Ni'er, who was getting her tickets, and said to me, "Qianni is so stylish today..."
I could only say, "I didn't expect her to dress like this today..."
"It's okay..." Li Meishan smiled slightly, "I've said it before, as long as it's not too excessive, it's not at school, and it doesn't affect her studies, it's perfectly acceptable for girls to dress up nicely. She's very lively and beautiful today, I like it very much."
This reminded me of when she was in high school, she also liked to dress up nicely. That time I pretended to be her parent and talked to her homeroom teacher, and her teacher had brought up this issue.
Memories flooded back, and I murmured, "Meishan..."
She looked at me, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand words. We just looked at each other like that, and time seemed to flow backward in that instant.
"Shanshan..." The woman returned with her tickets. "It's almost time, shall we go in?"
Li Meishan quickly regained her composure and said to me, "Then let's go in."
Ni'er also returned with her tickets and asked, "Teacher Li, which hall are you in? My dad and I are in hall eight."
Li Meishan said they were in hall five, and then they parted ways. Watching Li Meishan and the woman's figures disappear around the corner of the corridor, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. Those unbearable memories brought tears to my eyes.
"Dad..." Ni'er's voice woke me up. She laughed, "They're all gone, what are you still looking at?"
I was incredibly embarrassed. Could there be anything more embarrassing than having my daughter see me staring at her homeroom teacher?
Nier laughed again, "It's okay, our Teacher Li is beautiful and has a great figure. Male teachers and boys at school always stare at her. It's not surprising you're a man."
I lightly patted the back of her head and laughed, "What are you saying, you brat?"
At that time, I didn't expect that not long after, Li Meishan and I would cross paths again.

(To be continued)

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