My stunningly beautiful 29-year-old female boss (112-115)

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112.
This year's Lunar New Year's Eve dinner was held at An Xiaodong's mansion.
Since his son was born, Uncle An and Aunt Zhuang have been living with him and Wen Qishan, helping them take care of the child. Yang Anyi also returned to Chongqing from Singapore for the holidays.
On New Year's Eve, An Xiaomin drove to her younger brother's house early in the morning. Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner would be prepared by her, Aunt Zhuang, and Wen Qishan.
In the afternoon, Sun Hao, Chen Youting, and I drove to my brother-in-law's house. After greeting Aunt Zhuang and Wen Qishan in the kitchen, we sat in the living room chatting with Uncle An. Sun Hao enthusiastically called Uncle An "Grandpa," and frequently refilled the old man's teacup.
Sitting on Uncle An's lap was his nine-month-old grandson, An Shengxi. The old man now had a grandson, a great-grandson (Yang Yifan and An Xiaomin's son, Yang Anyi), and a beautiful granddaughter. He was quite proud of himself. An Xiaodong hadn't returned from playing golf yet.
After chatting for a while, I asked Uncle An why I hadn't seen An Xiaomin and her son Yang Anyi. Uncle An said that Yiyi had stayed upstairs since arriving today, and Minmin had gone upstairs to look for him before we arrived.
I guessed that the boy was trying to avoid seeing his mother and me.
The young man was seventeen years old, and it was understandable that he couldn't accept the sudden appearance of a daughter who had been born more than twenty years ago between his mother and his adoptive uncle and former aunt's husband, who was also his half-sister, especially since I and his mother were married.
A while later, I quietly went upstairs and saw An Xiaomin talking to her son Yang Anyi on the balcony next to the small living room. The boy was really tall now, probably over 1.85 meters.
He kept his head down, and An Xiaomin was wiping away tears as she spoke, so I couldn't hear very clearly. Finally, I saw An Xiaomin seem to say, "Baby, Mom will always love you," and she hugged her son, who was a head taller than her, around the neck.
Yang Anyi also hugged his mother, and the two embraced tightly. I knew that the young man had finally resolved his inner conflict with his mother, and An Xiaomin had also let go of her long-held guilt towards her son. I felt gratified for this mother and son.
An Xiaomin saw me, released her son from his arm, and walked towards me. Yang Anyi lowered his head and called out, "Uncle Xingyan."
An Xiaomin, arm in arm with her son, smiled at me with no small amount of pride and said, "Isn't my son tall? Handsome, right?"
I felt quite affectionate towards this son of my childhood friend, the son of my wife and ex-husband, and hugged him tightly as well.
The three of them went downstairs, and Yang Anyi walked up to Chen Youting and called out, "Sister." Chen Youting laughed and scolded her brother, "You brat! You still remember I'm your sister?"
Yang Anyi had been studying in Singapore for many years and rarely came back. Even when he did come back before, because of the knot in his heart, he had been indifferent to his sister.
This was almost the first time the siblings had interacted face-to-face. Chen Youting, with Sun Hao's help, stood up from the sofa and hugged her brother.
An Xiaomin, standing to the side, looked at her children, wiped away her tears, and smiled at me.
Everything was so beautiful; the only regret was that An Xiaomei didn't spend the New Year with us. It was said that she and Zhao Ziming had visited their parents, brother, and sister-in-law in Chongqing before the New Year, and then went back to Zhao Ziming's hometown in Gansu.
I understood that the girl was intentionally avoiding me and her sister. I wondered when she would truly let go of the past. And in my heart, wasn't it the same?
That night, back home, An Xiaomin and I made love again, I ejaculated inside her.
As dawn approached, An Xiaomin was fast asleep. I got dressed and went to the balcony for a smoke.
In the distance, the lights of countless homes illuminated the New Year's Eve celebrations, and I could hear the Spring Festival Gala on TV, the hosts counting down to the Year of the Rabbit.
As the clock struck midnight, the first firework of the New Year burst into the night sky. On this New Year's Eve, I couldn't stop thinking about An Xiaomei, who was far away...
After the Spring Festival, An Xiaomin and I returned to Ireland. Those of us doing research continued our research, and those of us writing continued writing.
Mrs. Wilson was still having an affair with that black man named Lewis. One afternoon, I was driving home and passed by Wilson's house when I saw Lewis standing outside the door with his back to the road, looking around.
Then the door opened, and Mrs. Wilson pulled her lover inside. The moment the door closed, I saw the two of them eagerly kissing.
I thought, Mrs. Wilson must be itching unbearably again, and she asked Lewis to come over to relieve her itch. At that moment, her husband was probably doing experiments in the lab or writing a paper in the library.
Not long after returning to Ireland, An Xiaomin unexpectedly discovered she was pregnant. Judging from the timeline, it must have been conceived during the Spring Festival in China.
We never expected that An Xiaomin, whom doctors had previously thought was unlikely to conceive again, would actually be pregnant with my child. I was both surprised and delighted.
An Xiaomin was in a dilemma. She was forty-three years old this year, and having a child at this age was not only embarrassing, but more importantly, the child was younger than Chen Youting's child.
"How can a mother's child be younger than her daughter's child? It'll be so embarrassing if others find out!" An Xiaomin said with considerable difficulty.
I said, "So what? Who does it bother? What law says a mother's child can't be younger than her daughter's child? Let others say what they want, so what if I'm accurate? Tingting
once told me, 'Walk your own path and let others talk!'" An Xiaomin laughed, "That's not what Chen Youting said, it's Dante who said it."
She smiled charmingly at me, "With such accurate aim, why don't you go play as a striker for the national football team?"
Fortunately, there were only four months left until An Xiaomin graduated from her postdoctoral studies, so the timing of the child's arrival wasn't bad.
In early May, Chen Youting gave birth to a daughter, and I became a grandfather in my forties, while An Xiaomin became a young grandmother.
In those years, I lived in Guangzhou, and even in my forties, I still thought I had no children. Little did I know that my childhood sweetheart had already given birth to a daughter.
At that time, I certainly couldn't have imagined that a few years later I would be holding a grandson in my arms, and about to become a father again.
Before the delivery, An Xiaomin and I rushed back to Chongqing. Considering An Xiaomin was pregnant, I advised her not to go back, to avoid the long journey, and that I could go alone.
But she said she hadn't attended the wedding, and now that her granddaughter was born, if she didn't go back, her daughter and son-in-law would worry, and what would her in-laws think? Besides, it was only two months, it wouldn't matter.
I couldn't persuade her otherwise, and I didn't want to leave her alone here, so I took her back with me.
Sun Hao's parents certainly preferred a grandson, but Sun Hao's brother had already given them one, so this granddaughter was quite nice, and the couple was overjoyed.
Moreover, although Sun Hao's business was doing quite well, he still lived in his wife's family's mansion and drove their nice car. Chen Youting was much wealthier than him, so naturally, the Sun family wouldn't dare say a bad word about her.
That day in Chen Youting's hospital room, An Xiaomin and Sun's mother, who hadn't initially gotten along very well, were all smiles, congratulating each other.
When An Xiaomin held her granddaughter, I thought to myself, "Where can you find such a young and beautiful grandmother? She's probably the most beautiful grandmother in the world!"
"Mother-in-law, you're so young. When you and your father-in-law take this child out, I guarantee people won't think she's your granddaughter; they'll definitely think it's your second child, hehehe..."
Sun's mother laughed, and Sun's father laughed as well. Sun's mother continued, "By the way, in-laws, you're both young, have you ever thought about having another child? Don't waste such good genes, don't give birth to a little writer or a little PhD..."
Sun's father, afraid that his words would offend An Xiaomin, quickly pulled his wife away. Unexpectedly, An Xiaomin smiled and said, "Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with that, what do you say, husband?"
She then looked at me charmingly. Sun's mother chuckled and said, "That's right!"
Sun Hao, sitting by the hospital bed, also hugged Chen Youting and laughed with her.

113.
"Brother-in-law, you're highly educated, how about you name our granddaughter?" Sun's father smiled at me.
I declined a few times, but An Xiaomin looked at me and smiled, "Just do as you say, it's better to accept."
I understood what she meant, fearing that if the naming rights fell into the hands of that couple, it wouldn't be good to give their granddaughter a vulgar name.
So I thought for a moment and said, "How about Sun Ziwei? 'Zi' from Confucius, and 'Wei' from rose. Roses have thorns, so it's both beautiful and a little prickly, making it less likely for a girl to be bullied."
Sun's father thought for a moment and said, "My dear in-law, this is what I'm thinking. This name is good, but 'Sun Zi, Sun Zi' sounds like 'easy to take advantage of,' haha, what do you think?"
I thought to myself, why not just say 'Sun Zi, the strategist'? After thinking for a while, I said, "How about Sun Qianwei? 'Qian' from 'beautiful,' and 'a beautiful, thorny rose,' how about that?"
Sun's father smiled and said, "Hmm, that's good, that's good..."
Sun's mother also agreed, and that's how my granddaughter's name was decided.
The night after Chen Youting and her daughter were discharged from the hospital, An Xiaomin and I were playing with our little granddaughter in Chen Youting's bedroom.
An Xiaomin suddenly felt nauseous, and Chen Youting jokingly said, "Mom, are you pregnant too?" An Xiaomin blushed and glanced at me before saying to her daughter, "Ask your dad, it's all his doing..."
Chen Youting smiled at me again, "Dad, really?"
I nodded with a smile. Chen Youting was both surprised and delighted, "Old Chen, you're amazing! You're still got it! You old ox, plowing my old field, and it's actually bearing fruit, hahaha..."
An Xiaomin blushed deeply at her words and playfully slapped her daughter a few times, "You silly girl, what are you saying? Besides, how are your dad and I old?"
Chen Youting then said to her mother, "Mom, I don't mind if you give me another brother or sister, so he can grow up with Sun Qianwei and have a companion, that would be great."
"You two have decided, what else can I say?" An Xiaomin smiled, her face beaming with the joy of becoming a mother again.
"That's wonderful, Mom..." Chen Youting hugged her mother, giggling.
An Xiaomin also smiled, glancing at me with a look full of love, joy, and a hint of reproach.
Before returning to Ireland, I took some time to visit Mr. and Mrs. Sui, and their son, Li Suitang.
I hadn't had a chance to do this during the Spring Festival, but this time, An Xiaomin took more than ten days off, and I was determined to go. After all, Li Suitang and I share a father-son bond.
However, this trip to Xi'an surprised me. Mr. and Mrs. Sui were far less enthusiastic towards me than before, and Li Suitang seemed distant, not calling me "Dad" at all. They even told me they were doing well and that I didn't need to make special trips to see them anymore.
I suspect that someone here (like relatives) might be pressuring them to distance themselves from me, or even cut off all contact. I understand it's all about money; they're probably afraid I'll change my mind or need money someday and have to ask them for it.
I realized that my father-son relationship with Li Suitang might be coming to an end. Regardless, we were father and son, and I hope everything goes well for him in the future.
On the plane back to Chongqing, I said to Li Suitang in my heart, "Tangtang, no matter if we ever meet again, you will always be my son. I also hope that when you grow up, you will remember the man you called 'Dad' when you were little..."
Days passed, and by late May of that year, An Xiaomin was over three months pregnant, her belly beginning to show.
In the three months since the Spring Festival, I have continued writing tirelessly, revising and perfecting the soon-to-be-reprinted *On the Riverbank*, and conceiving and outlining my new novel, *Aphrodite on the Riverbank*.
This is the third part of my Riverbank Trilogy; the first two are *On the Riverbank* and *Jiangcheng Past*.
Because the television series of the same name, adapted from my novel *On the Riverbank* and with a script I wrote myself, was a hit with high ratings, the publisher decided to capitalize on the momentum and reprint the novel, holding a book signing and meet-and-greet event.
The reprint is undoubtedly a great thing for both the publisher and me personally. The publisher has generated economic benefits, and I will personally receive a considerable increase in income through the reprint's royalties.
While writing, I took meticulous care of and accompanied An Xiaomin, who was pregnant, every day, taking her to the obstetrics and gynecology clinic for prenatal checkups and strolling with her by the lake...
In these sweet and warm days, I still often missed someone, namely An Xiaomei, who was far away in Guangzhou...
With the reprint of "By the River" and the reader meet-and-greet approaching, I originally didn't want to go back because I wanted to take care of An Xiaomin, but if I didn't go back, the publisher's activities couldn't be carried out. An Xiaomin said that I should still try my best to cooperate with the publisher, and that such activities would greatly benefit my popularity and increase my exposure, so why not?
She also told me that she was only three months pregnant, it was nothing serious, and I should go back without worry.
So I repeatedly told An Xiaomin to take good care of herself, and with reluctance and concern for her, I flew back to Chongqing one day in late May.
The reader meet-and-greet and book signing event was first held in Chongqing, and then moved to Chengdu for another one.
I had originally planned to take the high-speed train to Chengdu, but the afternoon before my departure, a girl from the publishing house said that a colleague had driven a truckload of books there that day, only to find that there might be more readers than expected the next day. She asked if I could drive over with some more books.
I had to cancel my train ticket and drive my Mercedes GLC to the publishing house the following afternoon to load the books. The entire trunk was full, and some were even packed in the back seat. Fortunately, both the girl and I had relatively simple luggage, which we put in the back with the books.
Thanks to the publishing house's planning and promotion, the Chengdu event, like the one in Chongqing, was quite lively, attracting many readers and media reporters.
When discussing my new writing plans, a reporter asked if I could reveal a bit about the book's plot, as readers were very interested in this.
I said it was about a man's emotional entanglement with two sisters. The reporter then asked whether the protagonist ended up with the older or younger sister.
I smiled slightly, "He ended up with both sisters, is that alright?"
Everyone laughed. Someone asked again why the new book is titled *Aphrodite by the River*. I explained that Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty in Greek mythology, and the two sisters grew up by the Yangtze River.
"Professor Xingyan, is this novel your autobiography?" a reader asked.
I replied that it is based on life but transcends it.
"So, who does the male protagonist end up with?"
The readers seemed skeptical that such an ending was possible in real life, and I also felt it was a pipe dream.
One reader said that neither the older nor the younger sister ended up with the woman he loved most. The person next to me asked, "How do you know?"
The reader said, "I've read all of Xingyan's books, and in every one of them, the woman the male protagonist loves most eventually leaves."
The last part of the event was a book signing. Readers lined up to buy my reprinted copy of "By the River," then brought it to me for autographs.
Because there were so many people, a long, winding queue formed. The publisher's staff had given each reader a notepad beforehand, asking them to write their names and even a message they wanted me to write—but not too long.
I signed each book, not only my own name but also the messages the readers wanted me to write. When I encountered particularly messy handwriting, I would discuss with the reader what the characters were.
Before I knew it, more than an hour had passed. Another book was handed to me. Opening the title page, I saw a note that read—"To the younger sister in my next novel."
I was startled, looked up, and saw An Xiaomei standing gracefully before me, holding a suitcase, smiling at me.
I was stunned. Shouldn't she be in Guangzhou? How did she suddenly appear here?
Since An Xiaodong and Wen Qishan's wedding on National Day that year, I hadn't seen her for over a year and seven months.
At thirty-three, she was still as beautiful as ever, with her signature chestnut-brown wavy hair and professional attire. She wore a beige-gray blazer over a pinkish-white fitted blouse, a black pencil skirt ending above her knees, and high heels—a perfect blend of the alluring charm of a married woman and the capable sophistication of a professional businesswoman.
"It's you?" I couldn't help but stand up and ask.
An Xiaomei was still smiling at me. The girl from the publishing house next to me asked curiously, "Teacher Xingyan, who is this?"
I wanted to say that she was the younger sister in my next book, but instead told the girl, "She was my former boss; I used to be her driver."
An Xiaomei still smiled, tears welling in her eyes…

114.
In the coffee shop, An Xiaomei and I sat facing each other. The reader meet-and-greet and book signing had ended a while ago.
It was only then that I learned An Xiaomei was in Chengdu on a business trip. She was originally going back to Guangzhou today, but on the taxi to the airport, she heard Chengdu Economic Radio broadcasting the event live, so she asked the driver to turn around and come here, just in time for the book signing.
I asked her if she was going to miss her flight. She said she had rebooked for the evening.
"Brother Xingyan, you know what? When I heard people on the radio calling you 'Teacher Xingyan,' and when I heard you talking so eloquently, I asked myself, 'My God! Is this still the Brother Xingyan I used to know? Is this still the same down-on-his-luck uncle who used to drive me around?'"
An Xiaomei's face flushed with excitement. I silently smiled as I gazed at this beautiful young woman before me. She had once been my wife, now another man's wife, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
"I'm sorry..." An Xiaomei smiled somewhat shyly, "Am I being a little silly?"
I smiled slightly and said, "Meimei, I'm so glad you came to my reader meet-and-greet and didn't hide, but showed up in front of me instead."
A blush rose on her face, and she smiled and looked away, saying, "Why would I hide from you? You're my brother-in-law, my brother. I have no reason to hide from you."
Yes! I thought to myself, she's right. Now I'm her brother-in-law, and I've become her brother again. Between us, we can never go back to the way things were.
We talked about other things, like my life with An Xiaomin in Ireland, and the Guangzhou branch, since I had worked there for a few months.
An Xiaomei told me that after she resigned that year, the vice president surnamed Zhang temporarily took over as general manager. Due to poor performance, she left after returning home.
The vice president Ma, whom I had once hit, was later transferred to the Shanghai headquarters as a department manager. Because of work, he and An Xiaomei had many opportunities to meet, and they remained good friends.
I then asked if the receptionist from before was still there. An Xiaomei said that the girl had recently left the company to give birth.
She also mentioned that many people had come and gone at the Guangzhou branch, and I didn't recognize many of them.
"Meimei, are you... alright now?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I'm fine!" An Xiaomei smiled sweetly at me.
I thought to myself, how could she not be? That man earns a five million annual salary and loves her so much. She herself is a career elite; what could she possibly lack now?
An Xiaomei's words continued in my ears, "Ziming loves me very much, treats me very well, and more importantly, I now feel... I love him too."
A pang of pain shot through me, but then I thought, isn't this exactly what I wanted to see? Seeing her completely let go of the past...
I had to admit that I had always loved her; in other words, I loved both sisters at the same time.
"Xingyan, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
An Xiaomei's words interrupted my thoughts. I snapped out of my reverie, chuckled, and said, "Meimei, what time is your flight tonight? Shall I treat you to dinner?"
She said it was 9:30 PM, which was fine in terms of time. "But aren't you going back to Chongqing today?"
"I'll go back after dinner; it's only a little over three hours anyway," I said.
Just then, the girl from the publishing house called, saying she and two colleagues were going out for dinner and would drive back to Chongqing afterward, asking if I wanted to join them. I said I was meeting a friend and told them to eat on their own.
While I was on the phone, An Xiaomei was also on her cell phone, probably calling her assistant. "Xiaoli, why haven't I received this week's department manager work reports yet?... What? Tell them to hurry up and finish those that aren't. I need to see all the department manager work reports before I leave work today, not a single one can be missed... Okay, that's it."
She still had that air of a corporate executive, a workplace elite.
An Xiaomei and I chatted about other things, including Chen Youting and her daughter. An Xiaomei said that as her great-aunt, she hadn't met her grandniece yet, and that she would definitely go back to Chongqing with Zhao Ziming to visit her when she was less busy.
To save time, we found a nice restaurant nearby. While we were eating, An Xiaomei received a call from Zhao Ziming.
"Honey... not yet, something came up and I've changed my flight to tonight. I'll be at the airport in a bit... Aren't you going back to Guangzhou today?... Hmm... Okay then! I'll cancel my ticket and fly to Shenzhen instead... Okay, I understand, goodbye honey..."
After hanging up, An Xiaomei told me that it was Friday, and Zhao Ziming was supposed to go back to Guangzhou, but something came up and he couldn't go, so he asked her to go to Shenzhen. Zhao Ziming owns an apartment in Shenzhen.
After she finished speaking, she checked flight information on her phone for a while, then called Zhao Ziming again to tell him that she had bought a ticket for the 9:35 PM flight to Shenzhen tonight.
I secretly thought that she was bound to be inseparable from Zhao Ziming tonight, and my feelings were inexplicably complicated, even a little jealous.
"Forget it, they're a married couple. Seeing each other only once a week is bound to cause some passion. Why are you getting jealous?" I thought to myself with a self-deprecating smile.
Beside Terminal 2 of Chengdu Tianfu International Airport, An Xiaomei smiled at me from the passenger seat and said, "Brother Xingyan, thank you for bringing me here. Drive carefully back to Chongqing."
This parting might be the last time we saw each other, and a wave of sadness washed over me. I smiled and said, "Okay, have a safe trip."
As I drove away, I saw her still standing in the night, watching me leave, in the rearview mirror.
"Is this it?" I told myself. Perhaps this was the only and best ending for her, for myself, and for the An sisters and me.
Just then, I glanced in the rearview mirror at the back seat and saw the copy of "By the River" that I had signed for An Xiaomei.
I dialed An Xiaomei's cell phone, but she didn't answer. I thought, "Forget it. I'll deal with it later."
Just then, An Xiaomei called me and asked what was wrong.
I told her I had left the book in my car and offered to mail it to her another day. An Xiaomei was silent for a moment, then said, "Brother Xingyan, if it's convenient, could you bring it back for me?" I
said no problem and asked her to wait for me near the terminal where I had gotten out of the car.
"I'm checking in now. Why don't you drive to the parking garage? I won't go through security first, and I'll come find you there. Anyway, there's still plenty of time before my flight, so we can chat for a while..."
I had no reason to refuse, so I found a U-turn and drove back.
As soon as I parked in the airport's underground parking garage, I received a message from An Xiaomei asking if I had arrived. I mentioned I'd arrived and shared my location with her on WeChat.
After sitting in the car for a while, An Xiaomei arrived and sat in the passenger seat. She took the book from my hand and laughed, "Look at me, my memory is so bad, I've troubled you to come all this way."
I asked if she'd checked in. She said she had, and her luggage was checked in too.
We chatted, and I told An Xiaomei that her sister was pregnant again, already over three months along. She knew about An Xiaomin's miscarriage last time.
An Xiaomei smiled and congratulated me, but I could clearly sense a different emotion in her eyes.
She told me that at the reader meet-and-greet today, she had originally planned to just glance at me and leave, but somehow she ended up in the queue and ended up in front of me.
She started crying as she spoke, wiping away tears, which touched my heart deeply.
I couldn't help but wipe her tears away; my face was very close to hers, and she gazed at me with tears in her eyes. Finally, she closed her eyes, parted her lips slightly, and I kissed her…
We kissed passionately, she reached out an arm to embrace my neck, and we kissed tenderly. While kissing her, I caressed her breasts, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside her bra. "
So big!" I thought to myself, still as big and firm as ever, and incredibly elastic. I touched it for a while, then moved to the other side…
She didn't resist at all, passionately kissing me until someone dragged a suitcase to the car next to us, at which point I withdrew my hand and separated from her.
An Xiaomei's pretty face flushed red, and she looked down at her phone, finding a flight information message.
Her flight was delayed until tomorrow morning, and the airline would provide free accommodation at the Yuexiang Hotel near the airport.
At that moment, facing her expectant gaze, I decided to disregard everything else…

115.
The front desk of the Yuexiang Hotel was crowded with travelers checking in.
This hotel was very close to Terminal 2 of Tianfu Airport, only two or three hundred meters away. The airline had arranged for stranded passengers to stay here.
I sat on a sofa on one side of the lobby and waited for a while. An Xiaomei came out from the crowd, waved to me, and I got up and went over to her, heading towards the elevator.
I asked An Xiaomei if she had paid extra for the room, because as far as I knew, according to airline regulations, free accommodation was provided per ticket per bed.
An Xiaomei said no, her ticket was for business class, so she didn't have to share a room like economy class passengers, but rather one room per person.
We quickly entered the room, and as soon as the door closed, An Xiaomei and I couldn't wait to kiss passionately, sucking on each other's lips and tongues. While kissing, we took off our clothes and helped each other undress, moving towards the bed.
During this process, An Xiaomei seemed very impulsive, constantly panting softly. Of course, I was also very impulsive; since An Xiaomin became pregnant, she had basically only used her mouth to satisfy me.
We were naked in bed, embracing, kissing, and caressing each other passionately. In the heat of passion, I knelt down and took turns sucking on her nipples, pulling off her last remaining garment, her panties, and burying my head between her beautiful legs.
"No..." she murmured shyly, covering her private parts, "I haven't washed yet!"
I removed her hands and buried myself in her wetness, kissing and licking. Although there was a faint odor of urine and sweat mixed together, it was within acceptable limits, even more exciting...
Under my vigorous oral stimulation, she secreted quite a lot, and the little clitoris on her lips became erect.
I knelt down, my erection reaching the entrance of her overflowing lovemaking, and An Xiaomei guided it in with her hand...
That night, An Xiaomei and I were inseparable, passionately entwined. She cried in my ear, "Brother Xingyan, I love you, I've always only loved you, I've never loved anyone else..."
She also said, "Let's be husband and wife for this one night, and when dawn breaks, I'll return you to my sister, you go back to Ireland, back to my sister's side."
I was speechless, and could only silently thrust deep inside her, bringing her to orgasm again and again…
We made love twice, talked a lot, and finally fell asleep in each other's arms at dawn.
When I woke up, it was just before daybreak. An Xiaomei was showering in the bathroom, and through the semi-transparent glass wall, I could see her graceful figure.
After a while, she came out, completely naked, beautiful and alluring, with large breasts and slender legs, and lush pubic hair.
“Xingyan, you’re awake?” An Xiaomei asked me as she dried her wet hair with a towel.
Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up, glanced at it, and told me it was Zhao Ziming calling. She told me to be quiet, then sat on the edge of the bed to answer it.
"Honey... I just got up and took a shower, I'm going to the airport in a bit... It's not far, right next to the terminal... um, um... Okay, bye-bye honey, see you in Shenzhen..."
After finishing the call, An Xiaomei picked up her underwear and put it on, saying to me, "Make sure you get enough sleep before you leave, don't drive while tired..."
She started putting on her bra, fastening the clasp, and said, "Xingyan, we can't meet alone anymore, this is a one-time thing..."
An indescribable sorrow welled up in my heart, I hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulders, neck, and cheeks. She couldn't help but burst into tears, turning her head to kiss my lips that were kissing hers.
While I was passionately kissing An Xiaomei, I took off the bra and underwear she had just put on, and pulled her onto the bed, my newly erect penis entering her wet depths once again.
An Xiaomei's soft moans filled the room again...
Because the two condoms provided by the hotel had been used up, and An Xiaomei was not in her safe period, I ejaculated on her buttocks.
In the morning light, An Xiaomei and I walked to the terminal. She cried again when we parted. I said goodbye to her through her sorrowful, reluctant eyes, watching her disappear through the terminal doors.
At that moment, tears I had held back for so long finally streamed down my face…
I only stayed in Chongqing for a few days before eagerly returning to Ireland. Although I wanted to spend more time with Chen Youting and her daughter, I couldn't bear to leave my pregnant mother, An Xiaomin, alone there for too long.
During my layover in London, just before boarding, I suddenly saw a news article with the headline—"Chinese Female Scientist Suspected of Dying in Lab Explosion."
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately clicked on it. The article was short, just a few words.
"...An explosion occurred in a biomedical laboratory at a prestigious university in Ireland, resulting in multiple casualties, including a female scientist from China..."
As the saying goes, the shorter the news, the bigger the story. I was stunned. A prestigious Irish university, a biomedical laboratory, a Chinese female scientist... Could it be An Xiaomin? After all, these keywords all seemed to fit her perfectly.
I immediately dialed An Xiaomin's mobile phone, but it was unreachable. I tried again, still no luck. I didn't have the numbers of anyone else close to An Xiaomin, so I had no way to contact or verify.
I was frantic, trying to reassure myself, "No way, no way, what a coincidence! There are more prestigious universities in Ireland than just University College Dublin, and there are more than just An Xiaomin among Chinese female scientists in Ireland, right?"
I dialed An Xiaomin's mobile phone several more times, still without success. In desperation, I found the university's contact number on the University College Dublin website and called. By this time, my English was quite good; reading, speaking, and listening weren't a problem.
I asked if there had been an explosion in the university's laboratory that day. The other person simply said no and hung up.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely exhausted.
But then I thought, could it be that the staff member who answered the phone just now, for some reason, didn't intend to reveal anything to outsiders and deliberately said there was no bombing? Thinking this, my heart started racing again…
After boarding the plane and sitting in the cabin, I kept reassuring myself, the school said there was no bombing, why should I scare myself? I might as well take a nap, and when I wake up I'll be in Dublin.
I closed my eyes, and after dozing off for a while, my phone rang. I saw it wasn't An Xiaomin's, and I felt disappointed, but also flustered. I pressed the answer button.
"Chen, this is Horton…" Horton's voice came from the other end of the line.
“Horton?” I asked urgently, “Where is Hyomin? Tell me where she is? Is she alright?”
Horton remained silent. I grew impatient. “Damn it, say something!”
“Chen…” Horton finally spoke, “I am deeply saddened and heartbroken that Hyomin… has left us forever…”
In that instant, I felt my entire world collapse…
Back in the lakeside house where Hyomin and I lived, four people were already sitting inside: Horton, the Wilsons, and Lewis, the black man who was having an affair with Mrs. Wilson.
“Hyomin, Hyomin…” I cried out as soon as I entered the house, still unable to believe that Hyomin had died in the laboratory explosion.
The four of them looked at me with grief on their faces. I asked, “Where is Hyomin? Where is she?”
I quickly went upstairs and came back down, asking them, “Tell me, where is Hyomin? Have you hidden her?”
Mrs. Wilson immediately covered her face and wept, while the three men hung their heads like wilted eggplants.
“Horton, you guys must be joking with me, right? Let me tell you, this joke isn’t funny at all, I need to see my wife right now.” I practically roared.
Horton looked at me and said, “Chen, calm down…”
I interrupted him with a roar, “Shut the fuck up! Get my wife out here right now…”
As I spoke, I walked towards the terrace, hoping to see An Xiaomin there.
Horton got up and grabbed me, “Hey, man, listen to me, Xiaomin is gone, she’s gone, gone to God…”
I burst into tears. Horton sighed, “This is so unfortunate, so regrettable, Xiaomin had the chance to become China’s second Nobel Prize winner in the natural sciences…”
“Fuck your Nobel Prize…” I punched Horton in the face.
The tall, white man, over six feet tall, collapsed to the ground.
Wilson and Lewis immediately came over, one on each side, grabbing me, who had completely lost control.
“Chen, don’t be like this, we are all grieving…” Wilson said.
Two men dragged me along, and I yelled at Horton, who was sitting on the floor staring blankly at me, "You bastard! Why did you bring her here from China? My family was doing so well, and you ruined everything! Give me back my wife, give me back my child..."
"Hey! Chen, this isn't Dr. Horton's fault. Please calm down," Lewis said, and together with Wilson, they pushed me down onto the sofa.
I immediately burst into tears, and in a daze, I heard a man calling my name...

(To be continued)

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