[A Legend of Retirement] (May-June) Author: AKB4949

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(V)

A vast lawn spanning 30 acres, a 150-year-old Baroque cathedral, and 1000
white doves suddenly taking flight—Zhao Bin presented Yang Xuefei with the wedding of every girl's dream.

Wearing a strapless white wedding dress with a two-meter-long train,
Yang for the wedding, was a resolute "I do."

Some say this is the most beautiful day of a woman's life. After the vows, Yang Xuefei went to
the dressing room to change into her evening gown, followed by the toasting ceremony for the wedding guests.

Perhaps due to nervousness, slight sweat caused minor damage to her carefully applied makeup. Yang Xuefei
wasn't entirely satisfied with the makeup artist's touch-up, but too embarrassed to say so directly, she quietly went to a stall
in the women's restroom to touch up her makeup herself.

Soon, footsteps were heard in the restroom, followed by the conversation of two young women.

"You know what, the bride and groom are a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful."

"Pshaw, perfect match my foot! How could the groom have fallen for her?"

"What? Are you jealous?"

"I heard," the woman's voice suddenly lowered, "that the bride is a notorious 'public bus,' didn't you
know?"

"Public bus? What do

you mean?" "Don't pretend to be innocent, she's a slut anyone can sleep with."

"I really didn't know, I wouldn't have guessed if you hadn't told me."

"How could you not have guessed? Look at her face, that face is practically the epitome of a vixen!"

"But I think she hasn't had any plastic surgery, her face and figure don't look like she's had any work done." "

She hasn't had any surgery, that's why she's a natural vixen! The men who've slept with her could probably line up all the way to
the Huangpu River."

"You're exaggerating."

"That's hard to say."

"Alright, alright, are you done touching up your makeup? If you are, it's time to go. If you keep talking behind people's backs like this,
what will you do when the bride and groom come to toast later?"

"Let's just do what we have to do. Let's go."

Yang Xuefei sat on the toilet in the stall, her hands clenched into fists, but she didn't rush out.

To avoid ruining this most important day of her life, she'd let them talk; the past was about
to end anyway.

After touching up her makeup and composing herself, Yang Xuefei walked out of
the women's restroom .

Yang Xuefei appeared in a white cheongsam with black and gold trim and white floral patterns. The cheongsam was slit up to her thighs,
occasionally revealing glimpses of her straight, slender legs. The custom-made, fitted style accentuated her broad shoulders, slender waist,
and voluptuous figure. Her appearance immediately captured the attention of all the guests.

Tall and slender, she wore red patent leather pointed-toe stilettos. Standing next to the tall and imposing Zhao Bin
, though not petite, they looked like a perfect couple, radiant and charming.

The two began toasting the guests at each table, and soon Zhao Bin was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

"Come on, congratulations to our school beauty on her marriage!" said a chubby man
in his . This table was full of Yang Xuefei's classmates from junior high and vocational school.

"Yes, congratulations!" everyone echoed.

"Xuefei was a goddess in many people's eyes back then!" Another tall, thin boy downed his glass of
red wine in one gulp. "Back then, she wasn't called Xuefei, she was called Hu Li. Everyone joked that she was a fox
spirit who had come to seduce us!"

Amidst the cheers, Zhao Bin also downed his glass of wine in one go, while Yang Xuefei could only
smile awkwardly to the side.

"That's right, the groom is so lucky, no, so 'sexually lucky'! Hu Li is a true 'heartthrob'
!

" Another slightly attractive but plump girl added sarcastically,
her words a hidden meaning. Yang Xuefei was almost certain it was this girl who had made those outrageous remarks behind the women's restroom earlier.

Fortunately, Zhao Bin was preoccupied with the others' encouragement to drink and didn't notice the hidden meaning in her words. Yang Xuefei was
powerless to retaliate at this moment; Zhao Bin was already quite drunk, and there was only one table left. She and the best man and maid of honor had to quickly pull
Zhao Bin to attend to that table. "Guests, we'll be done soon."

Yang Xuefei turned around, only to see the person she least wanted to see. Li Haiming, this
man with dyed blond hair, somewhat handsome but utterly roguish, was the same man who had used sweet talk to steal Yang Xuefei's virginity during their student days,
and then tricked her into prostitution in Beijing. Yang Xuefei's hatred for him was self-evident.

Li Haiming revealed his familiar wicked smile: "Lily, congratulations on successfully whitewashing your image and marrying into a wealthy family."

Yang Xuefei glared at him fiercely, her meaning clear as day.

"Do you have an invitation?" Yang Xuefei replied coldly, cursing a thousand times in her mind.

"What, can't you just show up uninvited? I brought a big red envelope." Li Haiming held up a wine glass and leaned
close to Yang Xuefei, forcing her to take a step back.

"Xuefei, who is this?" Zhao Bin's slightly slurred voice, due to drunkenness, came from behind Yang Xuefei.

"Ah, this is my former classmate. There's no room at the table in front." Yang Xuefei could only force a smile and
quickly made up a lie to get by.

"Oh." Zhao Bin only responded absentmindedly, and then, as if by habit, he broke through
the obstruction of the best man and bridesmaids to pour wine.

Yang Xuefei quickly gave Li Haiming a look, meaning for him to get lost, but how could Li Haiming let it go? He was clearly there to cause
trouble .

Yang Xuefei had no choice but to go, and she couldn't force him to leave. But seeing Li Haiming take the initiative to toast Zhao Bin, the naive Yang
Xuefei thought he was just trying to get the groom drunk, but then she saw Li Haiming whisper a few words in Zhao Bin's ear, and then take out a CD with a case from
his shirt pocket and stuff it into Zhao Bin's hand.

The groom, Zhao Bin, looked ashen-faced, and looked like he was about to lash out.

This terrified Yang Xuefei. Li Haiming must have embellished her past scandals and
told Zhao Bin all that. As for the disc, could it be a sex tape he'd kept from before?

Yang Xuefei resolved not to let him continue like this. Just as she was about to call security, Li Haiming spoke again:
"The groom can take good care of the bride for us. The bride's slutty behavior and skills in bed, hehe, everyone..."
"Isn't that right?" Turning her head, she saw a table full of men of all shapes and sizes, mostly middle-aged.

"That's right!"

"Exactly!"

"Damn that little slut!"

A dozen or so people at the table echoed her sentiments. Li Haiming, even more audacious, tried to reach out and touch Yang Xuefei's ample
breasts, but she slapped him away.

Zhao Bin, enraged, glared at her fiercely before turning and leaving, the best man
and maid unable to stop him. Yang Xuefei felt a sharp pain in her chest, helplessly watching the groom smash his glass and leave
, while Li Haiming laughed coldly and brazenly, his laughter particularly grating. Upon closer inspection, she realized that this
table was filled with Yang Xuefei's former clients, lovers, and sugar daddies who had kept her.

Yang Xuefei's head throbbed with pain, her whole body drenched in cold sweat, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.

Struggling, she sat up abruptly in bed, opening her eyes to complete darkness and utter silence.

She gasped for breath, and when she came to her senses, she realized it was a dream—a
dream that, despite marrying into a wealthy family, sent chills down her spine.

Yang Xuefei sat stiffly on the large Simmons mattress, glancing at the Patek Philippe watch Zhao Bin had given her on the bedside table
. It was only five o'clock, but she dared not sleep any longer.

Accustomed to sleeping naked, Yang Xuefei stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water to
wake . Looking at her reflection, she saw a beautiful body that would make men swoon, and a naturally
perfect face that even women envied. But was this vain and arrogant person truly herself?

After washing up and quickly dressing, the early March sky was already welcoming the sunrise.

Yang Xuefei went out. Aside from Wednesdays, visiting the elderly was part of her daily housekeeping job. Although she
usually arrived at Old He's house at 8 am and left at 4 pm, it didn't bother her since the elderly got up early

. She ate breakfast on the street, watching the elderly and young people doing their morning exercises and jogging, and
the endless stream of people preparing for their commutes to work. She strolled along, enjoying the long-lost tranquility of the morning.

When she arrived at He Jian's house, Yang Xuefei took out her key and opened the door, only to find it empty.
The quartz clock pointed to 6:50. Where was He Jian at this time? Was he still exercising?

Yang Xuefei spotted He Jian in the community's newspaper stand window. He was
meticulously replacing the newspapers with the latest ones.

"Uncle He."

"Lily, why are you here so early today?" He Jian greeted Yang Xuefei with a genuine
smile.

"Oh, you're up early today. What are you doing?"

"Changing the newspapers. I'm putting up last night's evening paper—Liberation Daily, People's Daily, Xinmin Evening News…
This is one of my main daily tasks since I retired."

"Does anyone still read it?" Yang Xuefei asked, puzzled.

"Yes, of course. The old folks living nearby all read it. You young people can go online,
use your phones and iPads, but older people don't know how to use the internet. This newspaper stand is their window to
the news." He Jianguo closed and locked the aluminum alloy window of the newspaper stand, holding the
replaced old newspaper in his hand.

"Next, we need to take these expired newspapers to the neighborhood committee, and then sell them to the recycling station a month later."

"I have another question," Yang Xuefei said quietly, following behind He Jianguo. "Why did you return to Shanghai
to do such basic work? My impression of you is still that of the once-powerful criminal investigation team captain."

"Oh, that's all in the past. Whether I'm a criminal investigator solving major cases or a grassroots officer handling everyday
matters, as long as it's serving the people, there's no difference."

"Oh," Yang Xuefei pouted, thinking that after all these years, He Jianguo's sense of dedication and justice is still
so strong; in today's terms, his values are extremely upright.

The two of them, one after the other, delivered the old newspapers to the neighborhood committee. Old He
greeted , but everyone seemed quite interested in Yang Xuefei's identity.

"Old He, who's this girl? I've never heard of you having children."

"Oh, this is my niece, my brother's daughter from out of town. She's here to stay in Shanghai for a while."

"This little girl is really pretty!"

"Yes, yes, she looks like a foreigner!"

"Little girl, how old are you? Are you married? If not, Auntie will introduce you to someone..."

Yang Xuefei was surrounded by a group of middle-aged women praising her, and she felt quite happy.

Back at He Jian's house, Yang Xuefei started to get busy, buying and washing vegetables, doing laundry, and cooking lunch. She was now very familiar with
these daily tasks. Sometimes He Jian would come and

guide her in cooking. His careful instruction reminded her of her childhood. Before she was ten, because her parents were
busy with work, she often went to Uncle He's house next door for meals. Although He Jian was a bachelor, his cooking
skills were second to none.

At that time, He Jianguo was in his forties, in the prime of his life. As an outstanding criminal police officer, he was
resolute exceptionally courageous, an idol in the hearts of all the children in the neighborhood. Yang Xuefei, who lived upstairs from He Jianguo, was no exception.
Because she had more opportunities to interact with him than other children, she could taste Uncle He's cooking and hear about
his heroic deeds. In young Yang Xuefei's heart, He Jianguo was always a towering monument, even
more reassuring and approachable than her own father.

Nearly twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. She has grown into a beautiful young woman, in the prime of her life, while
Uncle He 's wrinkles and gray hair have taken hold, and illness has even begun to devour his life. How can one not feel
a pang of sorrow?

Doing housework is only part of Yang Xuefei's job; chatting with the elderly is the true meaning of her daily
care . Compared to the other elderly people she had cared for, Yang Xuefei clearly
gets along better with the relatively younger He Jianguo. They not only share common memories but also common ground. He Jianguo is knowledgeable and has
a remarkable memory and Yang Xuefei not only enjoys chatting with him but also relishes the process.

Lunch is simple yet delicious: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup. Yang Xuefei has
modified these dishes by combining techniques from both northern and southern Chinese cooking methods with the tastes and nutritional needs of the elderly. In fact, with He Jianguo's guidance, Yang Xuefei feels
her cooking skills have improved, and she puts more effort into preparing the dishes than before. After a hearty meal, they
relax for a while by watching TV, followed by an hour-long nap—a pleasant and fulfilling time.

Yang Xuefei also leaned back on the sofa for a short nap. This time, she didn't have a nightmare and rested particularly soundly.

(VI)

In the afternoon, when the sunlight could shine most abundantly into the courtyard on the first floor, the warm sunlight not only
brought the breath of spring but also gradually warmed the room.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll help you take a bath," Yang Xuefei said softly, as if she were a shy young girl.

"I'd better wash myself. After all, you're a girl, it's not very convenient."

"It's not inconvenient at all. It's part of our job. Besides, I've helped others take baths before
, and I wasn't embarrassed. What are you afraid of?" Yang Xuefei
said casually as she took out a change of clothes from the drawer.

"But I'm not old enough to need someone else to bathe me." He Jianguo still felt a little awkward. After all, there's a difference between men and women
. Yang Xuefei was a young girl he had watched grow up. He just
couldn't .

"Don't worry, I won't look." Yang Xuefei made a face. "Besides, you're an old man, what's there to see
?"

He Jianguo was both amused and annoyed, and could only take the change of clothes from Yang Xuefei's hands and go into the bathroom.

He Jianguo wasn't old enough to not be able to bathe himself, but the tumor in his brain had begun to compress
some nerves, and his overall coordination and balance were much worse than before.
He would probably need help bathing in a few months to avoid potential falls and injuries.

The bathroom wasn't big, and it was decorated in an old style from more than ten years ago. He Jianguo found a small stool and sat in the old
bathtub . Actually, he had felt a little strained when he stepped into the bathtub. He had just finished washing his hair and was showering
when the bathroom door banged open.

"Want me to scrub your back?" Yang Xuefei smiled and leaned her slender body against the door frame, her arms crossed in front of
her chest , as if she was intentionally supporting her full breasts.

"No need!" He Jianguo was genuinely angry this time. "Why didn't you knock?"

"Fine, I won't." Yang Xuefei pouted. "Don't worry, I won't look." She then pretended
to cover her eyes with her hands.

He Jianguo could only smile wryly; he didn't know what was so interesting about him being naked.

"Lily, stop messing around. Let Uncle He take a proper shower."

"If you want a proper shower, you should let me help you. Don't you trust me?"

"Okay, okay, next time, okay?"

"Okay, next time." Seeing that He Jianguo couldn't argue with her, Yang Xuefei turned around and closed
the bathroom door, satisfied.

After slowly drying himself off, He Jianguo prepared to get dressed, but couldn't find any clean underwear he should have changed into
.

"Lily."

"What is it?"

"Where are my underwear? Don't come in yet!"

"Sigh!" He Jianguo sighed, clearly too late. Yang Xuefei casually opened the bathroom
door, exposing the completely naked He Jianguo to her bright eyes.

"Here, I brought it for you. I forgot." Yang Xuefei's slender right index finger slipped through
the side of the old-fashioned men's underwear, then she waved it triumphantly in front of He Jianguo.

It was almost certain that Yang Xuefei was doing it on purpose, but why was she doing it? Was she being mischievous?

He Jianguo grabbed the underwear and quickly put it on, his face as red
as .

Yang Xuefei chuckled and continued teasingly, "I think your underwear is too small. I
'll buy ."

He Jianguo could only shake his head, not daring to look Yang Xuefei in the eye, as if he were the one who had done something wrong,
and hurriedly put on all his clothes.

As a keen-eyed former criminal police officer, He Jianguo obviously missed the chance to catch Yang Xuefei's fleeting glance
.

That night, under the bright moonlight, Yang Xuefei leaned against the large bed and indulged in a long-lost
act of masturbation. She was not lacking in men in her life, but this time she did not choose to go to Zhao Zhongkang's house, nor did she meet up with
her old flame or ex-boyfriend, nor did she offer herself to Zhao Bin, with whom she had made considerable progress.

Although the strong muscles of his prime had mostly atrophied, wrinkles had appeared on his weathered face, and his gray
hair no longer gave him a vigorous look, he was still him, He Jianguo, the hero who had been a role model for her in her childhood

, and even in his old age, he still possessed his unique charm.

She fantasized about his withered, dying body ravaging her young, fair skin, a fantasy
intertwined with her twisted feelings for Lao He, akin to an Oedipus complex. Her previously insensitive body reached
a climax of desire.

*************************************************************

After that day, the temperature in Shanghai suddenly rose, as if spring was about to dispel the winter's chill.

Yang Xuefei drove her Mini Cooper across the city. This was
a high-end villa area in a prime location, quite close to Tong Na's house, but with stricter security and
a higher standard of living. The residents here were all wealthy and powerful. Yang Xuefei was there today at the invitation of Han Sijie, who had married into a wealthy family
.

Han Sijie and Yang Xuefei were truly close sisters who had shared both joy and sorrow. Han Sijie was from the South.
After entering the sex industry at the age of 20, her first colleague was Yang Xuefei. Although Yang Xuefei was aloof and unsociable, the older
Yang Xuefei took good care of Han Sijie. The two had fought together with other hostesses in Beijing nightclubs
and even served the same client together in Shanghai clubs. Their relationship was far from ordinary. Moreover,
both were tall, beautiful, and mature women with striking features; to outsiders, they truly looked like sisters
. However, after Han Sijie married into a wealthy family last year, their relationship began to drift apart.
Yang Xuefei's feelings for Han Sijie were now tinged with envy and jealousy.

"Sister Xuefei! This is my home!" Han Sijie's excitement was palpable. It wasn't that she intended to
show off to Yang Xuefei, but for
women like Yang Xuefei and Han Sijie, weary of the sex industry, a spacious and affluent home was the best refuge.

Yang Xuefei didn't have time to observe Han Sijie's arrogant expression; Han Sijie's luxurious and spacious villa simply made her...
Stunned, the high-ceilinged living room provided excellent natural light throughout the first floor. The spacious and bright space was
divided into several functional areas. The 60-inch Panasonic plasma TV in the living room looked rather small in the large
hall The kitchen was as luxurious and brightly lit as the living and dining rooms. Following
Han Sijie upstairs, there were three large south-facing bedrooms and a living room. The third floor contained Han Sijie and her husband's bedrooms
, guest rooms, and other functional rooms, plus a spacious terrace and a garden on the first floor. This
villa, located in an affluent area, was over 300 square meters and worth at least 20 million yuan.

Yang Xuefei wasn't unfamiliar with luxury homes, but seeing all this in her best friend's home still made her
feel somewhat overwhelmed. In comparison, her rented 60-square-meter studio apartment seemed so
cramped.

「你好，是杨小姐吧？经常听我们家思婕说起你。」说话的是一个矮瘦的老
头，笑眯眯的，打扮的很整洁，瘦长的脸庞上留了一撮花白的八字胡，稀疏的头
发却打理的十分整齐，虽然精瘦，但看上去却显得相当有身份。

「这是我爸，我公公，你可以叫他田总。」韩思婕在一旁补充到。

「不用叫我田总，叫我老田就可以了，都是在家里，别田总来田总去的。」

田军大手一挥，作为田氏集团的一把手，事必躬亲的他的确想在家里享受一
段没有工作的时间。

"I'll still call you Uncle Tian, otherwise it's too impolite," Yang Xuefei said with a smile.
She had heard of Tian Jun before; he was one of the very few self-made businessmen who had succeeded. In recent years, his Tian
Group had gradually stagnated, and he had begun to consider stepping down. It seemed that it was only a matter of time before his eldest son, Tian Kai, took over. As for his
younger son, Tian Hao, who was Han Sijie's husband, although he might not become a great figure,
it wouldn't be a problem for him to hold some shares in the group or take a middle-level position.

"My wife is feeling a little unwell today and is resting in the bedroom upstairs.
You should have seen it when you were touring earlier; that's the closed door. We can't receive guests, so please don't mind."

"No, no," Yang Xuefei quickly shook her head. "I hope Auntie gets better soon."

"Ah, my husband will be back in half an hour. You've met him before," Han Sijie said to Yang Xuefei.

"Hmm, is he busy with company matters this weekend?"

"Yes, Dad also intends to train him."

Yang Xuefei turned to Tian Jun, who could only echo, "Although Tian Hao isn't as successful as his brother, he's
still my son. He definitely has a talent for business. The sooner the two brothers take over, the sooner I
can retire and enjoy my retirement."

"Dad, you and Xuefei chat first. I need to hurry up and cook. When Hao Hao comes back, we can eat together."

"Okay." Yang Xuefei responded and sat down on the large, comfortable, soft leather sofa.

"Let me make you a cup of tea. Longjing or Tieguanyin, or do you young people prefer coffee?" Tian Jun
asked politely.

"You're too kind. Coffee it is."

"Sijie is busy preparing lunch. I'll make you some coffee. It might take about ten minutes."

"You're too kind. I'll just have
water It was the first time she, coming from a humble background, had experienced such family hospitality.

「没关系的，正好你也品尝下我的手艺，我对咖啡可是很有研究的。」

「那好吧，真是麻烦您了。」

「不会不会。」田军又挥挥手，这倒是让韩雪霏对田军这么没架子颇有好感，
也为对韩思婕有这么个好公公感到高兴，自己如果嫁给了赵斌，自己的公公婆婆
又会是怎样的人呢？

心中夸赞着田家别墅的富丽堂皇和气势恢宏，行赏着客厅与走廊上挂着的尊
贵名画，心中对韩思婕能嫁入豪门还真是有些嫉妒。

韩思婕心中也有自己的忧虑，那就是毕竟出身不是那么干净，即使经过严密
和精心的包装后，也要提心吊胆露出马脚，不过幸亏据韩思婕自己

说丈夫对自己相当肯定，两人感情也比较稳定，韩思婕能够安心的当自己的
富太太。

Tian Jun had already placed the freshly ground and brewed coffee in front of Yang Xuefei. She took a small sip, and
the rich aroma of caramel and fruit juice immediately filled her mouth and reached her brain.

"This unadulterated, pure coffee flavor must be from the San Ines plantation in Brazil," she said. "

Oh, it seems Miss Yang is quite knowledgeable about coffee," Tian Jun said with approval.

"Not at all, I just happened to have some," Yang Xuefei said somewhat embarrassedly. Tian Jun was
the type who commanded respect without being angry, but today, as Han Sijie's father-in-law, he was very amiable, displaying the hospitality of a true host.

The two chatted for a while, and although Tian Jun came from a humble background,
the authority and charisma he exuded as the head of an entire company, along with the refined air of a successful businessman, made Yang Xuefei even more fascinated by Han Sijie's
life .

Han Sijie had already served the six dishes and soup she had prepared on the table.

"Dad, I cooked some porridge. I'll take it upstairs to Mom."

"I'll go instead. You can avoid her getting angry with you again."

"Okay," Han Sijie reluctantly agreed.

While Tian Jun was upstairs, Yang Xuefei quietly asked Han Sijie if her relationship with her mother-in-law was difficult.
Han Sijie didn't deny it, but her mother-in-law, Jiang Fangfei, wasn't very satisfied with her eldest daughter-in-law either. A little
contact in daily life didn't seem to bother her much.

"I'm back. Where's Dad?" Tian Hao opened the door, casually taking off his coat and tossing it to
Han Sijie who came to greet him.

"Dad went upstairs to bring Mom some porridge."

"Why is Mom sick again?"

"It's nothing, just a little cold."

"Miss Yang, hello there. I want to thank you for being my bridesmaid at Sijie and my wedding."

"Oh, it's my pleasure."

Just then, Tian Jun came downstairs with the food, and the four of them began to eat. Although Han Sijie's cooking was simple,
it tasted quite good, a testament to her past practice.

The four of them started chatting and drinking, one sentence after another. Although there were some minor problems in the family,
this feeling of the whole family gathering together for a meal was the scene that Yang Xuefei longed for the most. Compared to that,
perhaps those designer shoes and bags, those luxury goods, seemed less important.

【to be continued】

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