[Urban] Campus Maple Leaves Red (Complete) - 20

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[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 8: The Water's Muddy, It's Okay Not to Touch It (6)

"Sister Xiaozhu, do you think they might be hiding in the rockery?"

The voices of two girls came from just a few steps away. The sister-in-law, who had crawled into the rockery cave with her brother-in-law, never expected this! Especially considering the embarrassing situation if someone saw them, even with her current fiery personality, she absolutely didn't want to be discovered like this. But now she was trapped, with nowhere to run, but could she even get out?

In this dilemma, the sister-in-law blamed everything on her brother-in-law who had led her there. So, her hands, which were originally holding her brother-in-law's arm, found a soft spot and started fuming.

"They can't find this place."

The sister-in-law's resentment stemmed from her fear of being seen. Her brother-in-law could only endure her revenge on the soft spot on his arm while trying to reassure her.

This little haven within the artificial hill was a place Old Li often came to when Xiao Zhu was little, to find her while playing hide-and-seek with other children. Now that Xiao Zhu and Xiao Ru had come here together, Old Li wanted to reassure his sister-in-law. He reasoned that even if his daughter Xiao Zhu wasn't ready to accept someone else as her mother, she would never catch her father in the act and embarrass him. Her presence here was a warning: "Dad, don't go too far before I agree!"

As for why Xiao Ru was also looking for Yang, it was because she had learned from her mother that her mother had basically confirmed her relationship with Old Li. Out of concern for her mother, she was naturally very concerned about Old Li being with other women, so she needed to know what Old Li was doing in the middle of the night.

The daughter hadn't revealed the secret of the artificial hill, and Xiao Ru was unaware of its mysteries. After pausing briefly, the two girls moved on to another area.

A little while later, the two girls went back, each with their own feelings. The younger sister pinched her brother-in-law hard and fled from behind the artificial hill. By the time Old Li followed his sister-in-law out of the hill, she was already gone.

Shaking his head with a smile, Old Li also started walking back, but after only a few steps, a voice called softly from under the shadow of the bamboo to his stop.

It was Qingyu, the girl who had played in Old Li's yard since second grade, leading the even younger Xiaozhu to discover every hidden spot in the garden. At that time, neither she nor Xiaozhu knew that the garden belonged to Old Li; they only knew that every time they came to the garden, an elderly couple would warmly look after them. Therefore, this large garden was a witness to their beautiful childhood.

In her final year of elementary school, Qingyu sat under this clump of bamboo, counting down the days until she left. Today, following in her footsteps, she sat here again. The outside world has changed again and again, and she has grown from that little girl into a young woman. But the garden that brought her childhood joy remains exactly as she left it. Every blade of grass and every familiar person—yet the years have passed, and everyone has changed so much.

Old Li came to her side, just as he had that night when he saw her off. That night, she, who wouldn't have cried even after falling from the artificial hill, cried bitterly. Old Li, instead of comforting her, sat there singing one song after another. It was on that night that she heard a man's voice drifting in the darkness, and it was that voice that, many years later, she could still remember every song he had sung.

This man was sitting beside her again. Would he still be the same as before?

"Xiaoyu, what are you planning to do now that you're back?"

Having stopped her, Qingyu hadn't said a word, so Old Li started to make conversation.

A gentle moon and a light breeze—perhaps it's a little more romantic, isn't it? But Old Li's opening remarks came in a tone of an elder's inquiry, which was quite frustrating, wasn't it?

As people grow older, they gain more experience, and with more experience comes a deeper understanding of people. Qingyu understood from the very beginning that Old Li wasn't asking her these things because he wanted to know about her; he was using this as a pretext to divert her attention and make her avoid confronting certain issues directly.

Qingyu didn't mind Old Li's evasiveness, but while she didn't mind, she still wanted him to face the issues he needed to address. Therefore, Qingyu replied, "My biggest plan for coming back this time is to prepare a dowry, find someone I think is suitable, marry him off, and have him support me for life."

"Hehe… given your circumstances, Xiaoyu, your plan should be easy to achieve."

Qingyu was now saying the same thing she had said on the phone before, so Old Li still wanted to play dumb and avoid mentioning the latter part of her previous statement.

"Hehe... Teacher Li, you think the same way I do. I also think my idea is easy to achieve because I've already chosen the person I want to marry. Now all I have left is to prepare my dowry."

His avoidance shows he's seriously considered the issue he's avoiding, which also reflects that he can't directly express his attitude towards his plans. This fully demonstrates that his plans are indeed tempting, but due to certain factors, he's starting to avoid them.

But what is the real reason he's avoiding himself? The age gap? A little, but not the main reason. Social status? He doesn't value power, nor has he ever feared it; this factor has virtually no impact on him. Economics? It seems to have even less influence on him. So what else is making him avoid himself?

Other women! It seems only other women are making him avoid him. But now he's suddenly in contact with so many women; which one is making him avoid him?

Fei'er? No, no, no, why would I think of her first? Fei'er is his daughter-in-law! Is it Tian Rong? Hmm, somewhat similar! Is it Tie Yi? She seems quite similar too! What about Xie Xin? Oh dear! She's interesting too! And Yu Rong! Judging from what I just saw, it's highly likely things will develop further!

How could this be! I remember he used to be practically an idiot when it came to finding a wife, how come he's suddenly surrounded by so many women! You old bastard Li! You're all flirting and exchanging glances with other women, but when it comes to me, you start acting like a saint! Humph! If you're heartless, don't blame me!

A flood of thoughts raced through her mind in an instant. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that making sure Old Li had nowhere to hide was the only solution. Qingyu continued her sentence, asking, "Teacher Li, can you guess who I've chosen?"

Guess? Looking at Qingyu's earnest eyes, which couldn't suppress the mischievous intent, Old Li touched the bridge of his nose again, then reached out and put his arm around Qingyu's shoulder. He

didn't guess anything, just quietly pulled Qingyu into his arms.

Perhaps Qingyu had planned various responses for Lao Li's assumptions, but she hadn't expected this reaction. Holding him in his arms, she stiffened, her thoughts momentarily frozen.

His large hand stroked her cheek, and he gently asked, "Do you want to think about it some more?"

Yes, did she really need to think about it more? When all the choices were given to her, Qingyu suddenly realized that perhaps she really needed to do what Lao Li had just done—temporarily avoid the situation—to see herself clearly.

However, the man's large hands were already around her shoulders, his embrace enveloping her. Did she still need to think about something she had longed for for so long? Qingyu was confused; her heart was completely in turmoil. She leaned against Lao Li's chest, unable to sort out the tangled emotions within her.

The man's breath was close to her ear, his large hands gradually tightening. Unable to resist, Qingyu was completely pulled into Lao Li's embrace. Unable to resist, the chaotic thoughts in Qingyu's heart suddenly became clear: I don't need to think anymore!

Qingyu carried a faint scent of perfume, a very alluring rose fragrance. This subtle rose scent, seeping into her lungs, made Lao Li, who had been waiting for Qingyu to make a choice, unable to suppress his own infatuation. His hands around Qingyu's shoulders tightened little by little, and his nose, which loved to smell fragrances, almost touched Qingyu's neck, which was lightly sprayed with perfume.

The tightening arms sent a powerful surge of strength through Qingyu's body. The warm breath brushing against her neck and ears intensely teased her sensitive nerves. A tense attempt to turn her head away, a slight shift in her expression, led to everything happening naturally.

Her half-turned lips gently brushed against the other, which she had been trying so hard to suppress. Drawn to it, the other corner of her mouth, no longer able to hold back, rested on the half-turned corner.

A kiss, an unexpected kiss, unfolded uncontrollably in the refreshing night breeze, beneath the swaying bamboo.

Slightly inexperienced, Qingyu, completely letting go of everything, offered her first kiss to her lover with utter devotion. Skilled, under Lao Li's subtle guidance, she led the way, allowing a woman's first kiss to gradually blossom into a mature beauty.

Guided by his tongue, Lao Li's tongue invaded Qing Yu's space. With increasing maturity, Qing Yu's tongue, still slightly timid, rested against her two rows of white teeth, cautiously and quickly probing Lao Li's invading tongue like a fish touching bait.

Like a fish, Lao Li, having already cast his bait, now only needed to wait patiently. Like a spring, not yet fully releasing the restraints of probing, Lao Li needed to give it more passionate comfort.

It was a gentle kiss, a pulsating caress. In soft calls, in longing and excited eyes, little by little, she felt, little by little lost. When she bravely broke through the protection of her teeth like a fish, when deep loss replaced the restrained probing, Qing Yu's tongue and Lao Li's long-awaited tongue became inextricably intertwined. "

Mmm..." A slight struggle was followed by a faint sound of fear. Old Li's large hand had already slipped inside Qingyu's low-cut dress, kneading her breasts.

She struggled and resisted a little, twisting with a hint of fear, but neither of them stopped kissing. As everything deepened, the large hand, now completely inside Qingyu's dress, began to knead her breasts, which were not wearing a bra.

"Ah..." A cry of surprise followed her as she instinctively squeezed her legs together, but nothing could stop her. Old Li's large hand, hidden beneath Qingyu's short skirt, with only two fingers that could move, dug and teased the softest flesh inside her, simultaneously touching the most delicate petals of her beautiful garden between her legs...

His fingers lightly probed and kneaded the entrance to her garden, his palms wet with large drops of water from within. Every now and then, he gently tugged at the thick, neat pubic hair above. As he did so, Old Li whispered in Qingyu's ear, "I'll come find you tonight."

Old Li's promise made Qingyu's face blush even in the hazy night. But just as Old Li's entire attention was captivated by this blush, he was met with Qingyu's revenge—biting and pinching him, driven by shyness and an unknown emotion.

The shy, impulsive, and coquettish little woman wriggling and pouting in his arms instantly ignited a raging fire in Old Li's heart! He grabbed the wriggling woman tightly, kissing her face almost biting her, and impulsively grabbed one of her small hands, pressing it hard against his crotch, which was about to burst through his pants. The tingling, itchy sensation

from Old Li's biting kisses on her face sent electric shocks through Qingyu's body, and the force surging from her small hand was even clearer, brimming with masculine strength and rigidity, causing Qingyu's mind to go blank for a moment before she quickly lost herself. A small hand hooked around Old Li's neck, passionately and frantically meeting his large, fiery mouth. The hand, which had been holding him through his pants, now, in the throes of wild, surging emotion, recklessly slid up his belt and into his groin, until there was no resistance. It grasped his already hot and swollen member once more, kneading it haphazardly yet with even greater abandon.

Her low-cut tank top was completely pulled up, revealing her breasts, like jade bowls, bathed in a soft glow in the night. One hand half-covered her breasts, while the other gripped his large member, stroking it even more rapidly.

The small hand, half-hidden and half-revealed, only held on for a moment before changing to a push-and-hook motion, resting on Old Li's shoulder. As Old Li caressed her hands and showered her with kisses, the hand on her shoulder, after wandering aimlessly for a while, pressed down on the top of Old Li's head, which was buried in her chest, and began to rub his hair.

A short skirt, knee-length and heavily pleated, had already covered Old Li's head. Through the small, breathable lace, Old Li could hear Qingyu writhing and moaning, as he licked and rubbed her increasingly wet petals with his teeth...

Old Li swallowed the juices flowing from his flower garden, the gurgling sounds making Qingyu, who was experiencing her first time with a man, feel both immense satisfaction and shame. She used her legs to clamp Old Li's head so he wouldn't see her shame. As Old Li finished swallowing the juices from her flower garden, he used his tongue to comb through the tangled grass around her garden, allowing her to slowly recall the lingering afterglow of the first time a man had given her.

Ruffling Old Li's hair, watching him meticulously straighten her clothes, Qingyu noticed that after Old Li put down her skirt, he casually tucked the little thing wrapped around her leg into his pocket. Feeling embarrassed about going back inside naked, Qingyu reached for it to save face.

But as she reached out, Old Li suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms tightening around her. With a soft cry, Qingyu was lifted up. The

stubborn Old Li refused to take the little thing out of his pocket, no matter how much Qingyu begged. While they were haggling over it, Qingyu suddenly realized they were at the door! After a

struggle, Qingyu practically rolled off Old Li's arms, but as she regained her footing and her legs parted naturally, a cool, refreshing sensation washed over her bare skin.

With her legs tightly clamped together (though her drooping skirt made it impossible for anyone to see anything underneath), Qingyu punched Old Li angrily, then darted back to her room with a strange yet swift gait. Qingyu

's small fist landed precisely on Old Li's shoulder, the spot where he had been hit by the barbell last time. A sharp pain shot through him, and Old Li gently pressed the injured area while turning back to glance at the pavilion not far from the clump of bamboo.

In the dim night, a figure stood somewhat lonely by the pavilion's pillar. But Old Li's sudden turn in the lamplight at the entrance caused the person standing by the pillar to instinctively move closer to it.

Yes, witnessing that passionate embrace under the bamboo earlier had filled the lonely figure in the night with a bittersweet feeling. But Old Li's glance back sent a shiver down the spine: had someone discovered his quiet appreciation?

Quietly appreciating with complicated feelings was one thing, but being discovered for something he shouldn't have was quite another. The figure, caught in a dilemma, watched as Old Li, seemingly oblivious, turned and went inside. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked listlessly towards his room.

His soon-to-be daughter, Xiao Ru, looked at him with a scrutinizing expression, while his daughter, Xiao Zhu, pouted and gave her father a disapproving look. Seeing Fei'er's somewhat helpless expression, Old Li, after entering the room, gestured to Fei'er and walked over to the two girls.

"Zhu'er, will you sleep with your sister Qing Yu and the others tonight?"

Old Li asked with a slight smile as he sat down beside his daughter.

"Hmph!"

The little girl turned her face away, practically turning her back to her father.

"Hehe..."

Seeing his daughter's reaction, Old Li chuckled, glancing at Fei'er before saying, "If only Grandpa Zhu'er's little donkey were still here."

This seemingly random remark, aside from Fei'er's sudden smile, left the two girls looking at each other, one pouting while glancing at her cryptic father, the other staring at her soon-to-be father, wondering if he'd been blown away by the cold wind.

Suddenly, the soon-to-be daughter followed her father and Fei'er's gaze to her pouting lips, and from the three of them, she understood the meaning of her father's words. "Bad Daddy!" she cried, rushing into her father's arms.

Her father's chest was broad and strong, a place that held the deepest love for his daughter, and this profound love gently dispelled the pent-up emotions in her heart.

The overflowing affection between father and daughter touched Fei'er and Xiao Ru as well. For a moment, everything in the room seemed to stand still, except for the warmth of family.

Tie Yi and Tian Rong came in, saying they were there to ask their daughter Xiao Ru which room she would be sleeping in that night. Xiao Ru pulled Xiao Zhu aside and said she would go wherever her sister Xiao Zhu stayed.

But as soon as she said this, she realized that Xiao Zhu was telling her father that she wanted to spend the night with him, to have a good talk with him about her thoughts over the past few days.

Xiao Zhu wanted to be with her father… Realizing this, Xiao Ru's face flushed slightly. She scolded Xiao Zhu and then almost hid behind her mother.

There were indeed many things he needed to discuss with his daughter, and they needed to be discussed in depth. However, one night wouldn't be enough, and the amount of information his daughter was absorbing might create unnecessary obstacles. But given his daughter's eagerness, how could a father refuse?

"Come on, let's go tell your sister Qingyu. She's waiting for you."

His daughter was his precious treasure, so he would try his best to fulfill her every request, except for things he couldn't do himself.

Fei'er, Tian Rong, and Tie Yi exchanged glances as Old Li and his daughter discussed the matter. This was understandable; the success of their conversation was crucial to the future peace of the family, so their concern was no less than Old Li's.

Pulling his daughter to her feet, Old Li gave the three seemingly unchanged women a knowing look before heading towards Qingyu's room with his daughter.

After the afternoon's rearrangements, Qingyu and Damei chose a duplex suite in the garden. Qingyu stayed in the left-hand room, and Damei in the right-hand room. When Lao Li and his daughter arrived at their door, the daughter didn't even knock before pushing the door open and entering.

Hearing the voices of the three girls inside (although Damei and Qingyu were adults, they were still children to Lao Li) for a while, Lao Li followed his daughter in.

Before he could even figure out what was going on, a loud shout rang in his ears. Damei darted back into her room, and before Lao Li could see his daughter loudly scolding her father for his recklessness. Qingyu, wearing a thin nightgown that barely concealed her body, sat there blushing and with her head bowed.

This little trap was definitely something his daughter had deliberately dug for him to fall into. But what exactly did she mean by setting such a trap? Not quite understanding, Old Li didn't think about it too much. He reached out and tapped his daughter's little head, who was still saying that she wasn't her, and said to her, "Did you tell your sister Qingyu? If you did, go back."

The father wasn't as awkward and helpless as he had imagined. His daughter, who had completely lost interest, was saying goodbye to her Qingyu with extreme disappointment. But she didn't notice that at this moment, her father was looking at Qingyu's thin nightgown with his eyes and telling her: It's very beautiful! Very beautiful! I'll come to see it again later!

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 8: The Water is Muddy, It's Okay Not to Touch It (7)

"Is Aunt Fei'er here?"

Qu Rou's voice came from the living room outside. Fei'er glanced at her father-in-law and got up to go out to greet him. Old Li and his daughter looked at each other and followed Fei'er into the living room.

Before even entering the living room, the voices of several people reached Old Li's ears. The loudest voice belonged to Qu Rou. Not only was she witnessing a grand mansion, something she'd only ever seen in movies and TV dramas, but she might also be staying there for a while. The young girl couldn't contain her excitement.

The one with the crispest voice was her sister-in-law, Yu Rong, who had escaped from their hiding place by the artificial hill. Judging from her tone, she had recovered from the ordeal.

The softer voice, spoken a little slower, belonged to Fei'er's mother, who was currently answering questions with Yu Rong.

Although there were only three voices, Old Li sensed that besides Fei'er who had greeted him earlier, there were definitely others in the living room. It must be getting late. But why wasn't anyone resting tonight? Was it just because they were in a new environment and excited? Thinking this, Old Li didn't repeat his usual gesture of touching his nose; instead, he scratched his head.

From birth until now, this house has always been very quiet (except for the children who often stay at home). But since I went to study in the city for only one semester and haven't come back much, the house has not only become so lively, but all the people making it lively are women! With a girl's sensitive heart, Xiaozhu has been paying close attention to her father's every move since she came home. Sure enough, a subconscious action of her father made her wonder why he seemed troubled, or rather, why he was worried about the woman who suddenly wanted to live in their house. Something that could make her father worry! With this thought in mind, Xiaozhu decided to find out who this woman was.

"Uncle Li, your house is really big! I'm almost dizzy from all the walking!"

As soon as Old Li appeared at the living room door, the sharp-eyed Qu Rou spotted him and came over to Old Li and Xiaozhu.

"Hehe...then you should stay a few more days, that way you won't feel dizzy." "

Uncle Li!" This made Old Li suddenly realize his age. While responding to the little girl, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Fei'er.

Hearing her niece address her father-in-law, Fei'er knew the old man would be suspicious. Sure enough, when her father-in-law looked at her, Fei'er smiled and said, "You promised you'd have me, so you can't go back on your word!"

Perhaps Fei'er understood him best. Faced with his smiling, threatening daughter-in-law, the father-in-law wasn't angry at all; instead, he felt a warm glow inside, and a surge of affection for this little vixen grew within him.

After exchanging glances with his daughter-in-law, he quickly greeted his mother-in-law and Xie Yang. When he looked towards his sister-in-law, Old Li hurried over to greet her.

What made Old Li so attentive wasn't that his sister-in-law had done anything wrong, but rather that he had just noticed his sister-in-law's stepmother, Old Li's aunt, sitting beside her, smiling at him.

Accepting Old Li's courteous manner, the aunt told him that she had nothing to do these days and was coming to stay with Yu Rong for a few days.

Although his aunt spoke politely, Old Li immediately understood. Seeing so many beautiful women suddenly moving into the house, and with his sister-in-law, with whom he had already made his feelings clear, Old Li might be feeling threatened and had brought his stepmother along to help her.

Thinking of this, Old Li, while talking to his aunt, would glance at her with a smile.

The sister-in-law, realizing her brother-in-law had seen through her intentions, suddenly felt uneasy. However, the thought of so many women living in her brother-in-law's house suddenly made her aware of the danger. Although she had finally confessed her feelings to her brother-in-law, and he had accepted her, she still sought help from her stepmother, whom her brother-in-law, Old Li, greatly respected, to support her in order to better secure her happiness. (Actually, the sister-in-law had gone to see her brother-in-law late at night to tell him that her stepmother was coming, but before she could say anything, she was scared away by Xiao Zhu and her two children.) So, her brother-in-law had seen through her little scheme. Suddenly, she abandoned her unease and gave him a fierce look: "I sent my stepmother to keep an eye on you!"

At his aunt's insistence, Old Li sat down next to her on a double sofa. As the woman in the cheongsam, Tie Yi, Xiao Ru, and Tian Rong entered, the conversation turned to the Li family's garden.

Indeed, such a large garden had survived so many years of vicissitudes; there must be many stories behind it. And of all the Li family members, only Old Li knew these stories. Therefore, everyone's interest was focused on him.

The Li family's residence was built during the prosperous mid-Qing Dynasty. Yet, the war between Hong Xiuquan's Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Qing government at the end of the Qing Dynasty didn't destroy it. It wasn't affected by the warlord conflicts of that period. Even when Japanese planes circled overhead and the troops of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party clashed, apart from a few rooms in the backyard being destroyed by bombs, the rest of the Li family's old house remained completely undamaged. When these questions were raised, no one could completely believe that heaven was protecting the Li family.

But these weren't the questions everyone really wanted to know. What they really wanted to know was how the Li family had managed to escape the calamities of so many political movements after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Old Li had only heard snippets of information from his grandfather since he could remember; all the other stories had been taken to the underworld by his grandfather to tell the Ten Kings of Hell.

Why hadn't his grandfather told him everything the Li family had experienced? Old Li was still full of questions. So when he was asked the same question and found himself clueless, all the curious women were deeply disappointed. Amidst a chorus of complaints that he knew nothing, and after Old Li had received countless eye-rolls, the group chatted listlessly for a while before dispersing.

There were many people staying at the Li family's house that night, and with more people, there was more mutual support. Furthermore, almost everyone had chosen to stay in the dozen or so duplex suites in the middle of the garden. So, tonight, only Old Li and his daughter were staying at the gatehouse, where he had lived for almost his entire life.

Well, the gatehouse is the gateway to a home. Such an important strategic location, responsible for protecting the home, shouldn't be guarded by a delicate woman if a grown man doesn't live there!

Old Li's current bedroom is where his grandfather used to live, and it's also the place where the Li family uses the most things from the past. For example, the bed Old Li sleeps in every day is a traditional eight-step bed with exquisite carvings and decorations.

Old Li's grandfather liked to sleep in this bed, and now Old Li likes to sleep in it too. A year ago, Fei'er also squeezed into this bed, and she uncontrollably fell in love with it. The reason isn't that this bed is necessarily more comfortable than other beds, but rather that the longer you stay in an enclosed eight-step bed, the more secrets you discover. What secrets? For example, the pleasures of the boudoir—what other bed offers more props than an eight-step bed?

As for Xiao Zhu, she's the person in the family who loves this bed the most besides her great-grandfather. When she was little, her great-grandfather would hum old lullabies and rock her to sleep on this bed. As she grew older, fearing she would be lonely, her father would often let her sleep in this bed, while he slept on a makeshift bed set up outside. It could be said that the subtle yet profound love that two generations of the Li family showed their child was evident in this eight-step bed.

Today, however, Xiaozhu wouldn't let her father sleep on the makeshift bed outside; she had so much to say to him.

But after putting on her pajamas and lying on this bed, Xiaozhu, with a belly full of words, found that she didn't need to say anything. She quietly hugged her father's arm and fell into a sweet sleep.

Lovingly stroking his daughter's hair, Old Li gently removed the arm his daughter was hugging, put her hand back under the covers, tucked her in, and quietly got out of bed.

It was already summer, and Old Li, still in his pajamas, walked through the garden to the door of Qingyu's room. With a gentle push, the slightly ajar door opened. Knowing Qingyu slept in the room on the right side of the suite, Old Li closed the door behind him and entered the room quietly.

The bedside lamp cast a soft glow. Qingyu leaned against the headboard, looking at Old Li standing before her, and Old Li looked back at her. Time flowed quietly, and the two beneath the bed gazed at each other in silence, their eyes conveying unspoken questions. Just

a step away, the bed—one more step forward might mean a complete change in their relationship. But this change was too significant for both of them, especially after so many years apart. One had grown from a young girl into a vibrant woman, the other approaching middle age. The vicissitudes of life, the growth and changes in people's hearts—was it so difficult for them to accept such a transformation after so many years of separation?

The difficulty lies in bringing something hidden in the hazy budding emotions of adolescence into clarity in reality. This clarity requires a clearer understanding of everything and a rational conclusion.

Equally difficult is that the little girl who once caused him the most frustration with his daughter is now a vibrant young woman radiating youthful energy. Although she left a deep impression on him back then, the changes over the years have made Old Li, now fully aware and scrutinizing everything, determined to make a responsible commitment to Qingyu.

Emotional wounds are the easiest to cause lifelong suffering, so Old Li cannot allow Qingyu to suffer such torment.

From girlhood to womanhood, Qingyu's face under the bedside lamp still faintly resembles her childhood self. In just a few hours of contact each day, Old Li knows that Qingyu still retains the same temperament as when she was a child, only now imbued with a greater maturity.

Time makes a man more mature, but it doesn't change him much. If anything has changed, it's that he's begun to appreciate women. But why would a man who appreciates women feel a little afraid? And why, amidst that fear, is he so attentive to every glance he gives? I don't know, I can't explain it. So I just look at him, letting him give me a reassuring answer.

Some people's eyes have seen countless people, and their eyes reflect countless different expressions. Therefore, everyone who has seen them has witnessed their unpredictable, ever-changing gaze. Others, from the first time you meet them to your reunion years later, retain the same peace they had years ago, offering a long-lost sense of security. Perhaps when someone has

experienced much, when someone has sought solace for a long time, they realize that all they need is something as simple as peace of mind.

Time, like soft lamplight, perhaps it was its gentleness and soothing effect that allowed the distance that would have remained for so long, or perhaps even thereafter, to be crossed under the pull of their gazes.

Old Li smiled, walked to the bedside, and sat down. Qingyu's eyes widened slightly, a gentle reproach in them: Did I agree to let you sit? But even as she expressed her slight displeasure, she didn't forget to tuck her feet under the covers a little more, making room for Old Li.

When someone sits on one side of the bed, there must be a considerable amount of space on the other side. This space is more than enough for someone to sit, but if there's room to sit and then more to make room for, it must mean more than just a place to sit! With this understanding, the moment Old Li's bottom touched the bed, he threw off his slippers and climbed onto it.

He's really taking advantage of her! Qingyu, already annoyed that Old Li had unwittingly sat down on her bedside, was even more astonished than before she cried out.

It was Old Li! He figured that since he was already on the bed, how could he not be covered? So, he quickly pulled back the covers, climbed in, and sat down on the headboard just like her.

Pushing her away was futile, and trying to get her out of the way, Qingyu, panting heavily, protested in vain. Just as she was about to try and negotiate with the now shameless Old Li, he seized the opportunity and pulled her tightly into his arms before she could even speak.

Two small hands were firmly grasped by a pair of large hands. Her little face was turned away as much as she could, but the shameless Old Li still managed to pin her down against the pillow. Her body was pressed down, her legs were wrapped around him, and her little mouth, which had just opened to scold Old Li, was silenced by his large mouth after a series of soft moans.

A wild kiss, fiery breath, the pressure and caress of a man's strong body—Qingyu gradually gave up all resistance and began to relearn the kissing techniques she had just learned at Fengweizhu. "Don't...don't move! Or I...I won't let you sleep here!"

Clutching her nightgown tightly, also trying to block Old Li's large hand from reaching her chest, Qingyu gave him her most severe threat of the night.

"I'll just put it outside the clothes."

Not leaving any room for his large hand on her chest, Old Li explained his intentions to Qingyu while placing his large hand on her lower abdomen.

"No, no! You...don't...take it away! Or...uh...ah..."

The hot, large hand on her lower abdomen was restless. While firmly maintaining her stance, Qingyu also had to turn her threat into a concrete action. However, her actions, like the unspoken words, were completely ineffective. It was the same pajamas

, but the same clothes meant a significant decrease in the body's protective strength. So, when Old Li used his large mouth to cover Qingyu's mouth again, the pajamas, after only a few rubs from his large hands, had already compromised a section of their protective function.

It's said that pajamas should be worn for the perfect look, but for someone like Qingyu who dislikes wearing them to bed, once the pajamas' protection is breached, it's like losing half the protective barrier.

And so, Old Li's large hand, preparing for another assault, realized just as it was gathering strength, why the ancients liked to use the idiom "straight to the heart of the enemy" when leading an army into battle. ...

Satisfied yet exhausted, with a hint of pain, as Old Li finished the final cleaning of her garden with his big mouth and long tongue, Qingyu nestled back into Old Li's arms and told him about the first thing she wanted to do upon her return.

The vocational school, separated from No. 33 Middle School by only a wall, was nominally under the jurisdiction of No. 33 Middle School, but this was merely a temporary measure by the Beicheng Education Bureau to shirk its responsibilities. Other key ownership rights, such as land use rights, remained firmly in the hands of the Beicheng Education Bureau. Qingyu was telling Old Li that she wanted to manipulate the Beicheng Education Bureau to transfer all ownership rights of the original vocational school to No. 33 Middle School, and then, under the guise of No. 33 Middle School's expansion, to exchange these rights for ownership of No. 33 Middle School. However,

two conditions were needed: firstly, No. 33 Middle School should ideally achieve good results in both the college entrance examination and the middle school entrance examination. This would change people's impression of No. 33 Middle School due to improved performance, leading to a recovery in its student population. Once student enrollment recovers, the school's expansion can be proposed logically, and this way, it won't attract too much attention later.

Another issue, directly related to No. 33 Middle School, is that 80% of the school's construction was funded by the Aluminum Group and several other companies. However, since construction began, there's been no clear explanation of whether the investments were donations or investments. This has become an obstacle for the Beicheng Education Bureau in taking over No. 33 Middle School but not managing it effectively. Now is the time to clarify everything, otherwise, unexpected changes will occur.

Qingyu didn't express any difficulty in completely transferring the vocational school to No. 33 Middle School, but clarifying the school's ownership issues is something she truly doesn't know where to begin. The Aluminum Group and others are state-owned enterprises, and their leadership has changed countless times over the years. Few people know the true nature of each investment in No. 33 Middle School. Must we go through all the previous leaders one by one to verify?

Old Li had also worried about this situation since coming to No. 33 Middle School. Yes, what happens when you're handed over something but don't know who it belongs to or what you intend to do with it? How do you explain that when people come looking for you? In response, an idea gradually formed in Old Li's mind: regardless of the nature of these investments in No. 33 Middle School, No. 33 Middle School should exchange them for equivalent shares.

Share exchange! Shares of No. 33 Middle School? Does this mean all these investments are converted into shares and exchanged with the investors? But where are the shares that No. 33 Middle School can exchange for in equivalent shares? Could it be…?

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