My beloved daughter-in-law is like a dream

Chapter 1 Autumn

in Northeast China is like this. It's only just past October, and the weather is already freezing cold. The strong north wind is harsher than a knife, and the frozen, black earth is harder than iron.

Every year at this time, the people of Northeast China begin their annual hibernation. The fertile black soil, almost dripping with oil, provides them with a good harvest throughout the year. Even if they do nothing all winter, like bears hiding in their tree hollows, they never have to worry about food.

It was a rare sunny day. Su Zhijun sat on the cement ground in his yard, carrying bundles of dried bean stalks and corn stalks into the woodshed next to the gate. Although his family had natural gas from Russia, he, born in the 1960s, still preferred the kang (heated brick bed) heated by natural firewood.

In his mind, winter and the kang were inseparable, just like the rainy days and chocolate advertised on television. To him, not being able to sleep on his own warm, cozy kang in winter was worse than the end of the world.

"Dad, stop what you're doing and have an apple."

A sweet voice sounded beside him. Looking up, he saw a petite and beautiful figure standing before him.

It was his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting. Although she wasn't tall—even in heels, she was definitely no more than 1.6 meters—her small, exquisite body was perfectly proportioned, with a graceful figure like a willow by a pond in spring, her beauty beyond description.

Today, she wore a white blouse with floral patterns on the chest, paired with a red and black checkered sherry skirt. Her slender, shapely legs were tightly encased in light flesh-colored leggings, and the high slit in the skirt constantly stimulated Su Zhijun's visual senses.

She had a very sweet and lovely baby face, and when she smiled, two adorable dimples would appear on her face. Her waist-length hair was neatly styled into a single ponytail, radiating a healthy sheen in the sunlight.

Su Zhijun's heart stirred. He couldn't help but recall a saying his comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, had once said: "Tall women are best laid out on the bed, while short women are best held on your lap and played with."

Thinking of his comrade's risqué jokes, Su Zhijun felt a surge of heat. His wife had been dead for almost three years, and in those three years, his desires had been like a flood blocked by a dam. Even the slightest inappropriate scene on television stirred a powerful urge

within him. He shook his head forcefully, desperately suppressing his thoughts, and sighed heavily. He reached out and took the apple Shu Ting offered.

Because of her regular skincare and lack of physical labor, her hands were slender and white; through her fair skin, the light blue veins were clearly visible.

This woman was beautiful, but frankly, she wasn't Su Zhijun's ideal daughter-in-law. Rural people value fertility; when choosing a woman, she had to have a large bottom, round breasts, and most importantly, be tall—only then would their offspring not be short and stocky.

Crucially, this woman wasn't from Northeast China, but from a water town in southern China. Could she really adapt to life in this impoverished and harsh place?

This area was at the intersection of the Greater Khingan Mountains and the Changbai Mountains, with fertile black soil concentrated on relatively gentle slopes, and distant primeval forests nearby. Due to its remoteness, the village was sparsely populated, making the land resources exceptionally abundant.

The Su family was the wealthiest family in the village. After years of free land reclamation, Su Zhijun owned over 300 mu of land, earning around a million yuan annually just from corn farming. Having become rich, he built a two-story house, and gave his surplus money to his brother-in-law in the county town to start a transportation fleet specializing in industrial transport.

After graduating from university, his son, not wanting to return to farming, worked in Beijing for three years. During those three years, he secretly married Shu Ting, his then-wife, without her knowledge.

Beijing was developed, but not everyone could afford it. His son and daughter-in-law seemed to have a good income, but even if they didn't eat or drink, their combined salaries couldn't buy a single square meter of housing.

Ultimately, the son developed stomach problems due to stress and overwork. This serious illness made him realize his bleak future in Beijing, and after being discharged from the hospital, he took his wife back to the land that had nurtured him for over twenty years.

He'd always been a very career-driven young man. As soon as he got home, he went to the county town to see his uncle. The two hit it off immediately, and he stayed with the truck team to help develop new business. Within six months, the team was thriving.

The only regret was that his daughter-in-law, Shuting, had suffered. She'd supposedly worked in HR in Beijing—a high-end profession, which Old Su considered utterly outrageous. He really didn't know where else on this black soil she could be of any use.

Since her previous work experience was useless, she had to stay home. Fortunately, the Su family was large and didn't need her. The conditions at the truck team were tough, and her son couldn't bear to see her suffer with him, so he left her with Old Su, who could also help take care of him—a win-win situation.

"Dad—time for some fruit!"

Seeing Old Su silent, Shuting coaxed him, her small, white hand grabbing his rough hand and swaying it rhythmically.

This girl, even though she's married, still retains the same innocent and adorable nature she had when she was a young girl. She loves to act coquettishly in front of him.

"Okay, okay, have some fruit."

Shu Ting's coquettish voice brought Old Su back from his past memories. He smiled and took the apple she offered, taking a big bite.

"Dad, the seasons are changing soon, eat more fruit so you don't get a sore throat." Shu Ting's smile was particularly beautiful; her lovely oval face was fair and delicate, with a pair of incredibly cute dimples. Even someone with a heart of stone would likely be unconsciously captivated by her.

Because the weather had turned cold, Shu Ting, who had lived in the south for many years, had already changed into a white turtleneck sweater, paired with a pink snowflake wool cocoon-style trench coat.

However, because girls love beauty, Shu Ting only wore black sheer pantyhose, through which her fair and shapely legs were clearly visible.

Over her pantyhose, Shu Ting wore a beige skirt suit with black spots. The overall look, though simple, perfectly showcased her dignified elegance combined with a playful charm.

Looking at the elfin-like Shu Ting, Su Zhijun felt a surge of emotion.

Northeast China is a nurturing place; as long as you are hardworking and strong, the resources bestowed by heaven are enough to ensure a prosperous and worry-free life.

However, while enjoying this abundance, the thing that troubled Su Zhijun most was probably his domestic life.

His wife had been dead for almost three years, and only he knew the loneliness and hardship of those three years living alone.

He still sculpted like a robust bull, standing at 1.9 meters tall with muscles harder than iron; even a grown man couldn't compare to him.

Such a strong body, yet lacking the nourishment of a woman, naturally suffered unimaginable hardship.

This is precisely why Su Zhijun is now like a bull in heat (local dialect: referring to mating season). He won't rest until he's stared intently at any woman, regardless of her looks, with bloodshot eyes.

To avoid trouble, Su Zhijun tries his best to find things to do to kill his excess energy: farming, hunting, playing cards, chess, and recently, even learning to use the computer to chat with his former comrades on QQ and play chess online.

Although his days are indeed filled with trivial matters, at night, his heart still burns like a fire. From the moment he goes to bed until he wakes up the next morning, his enormous penis remains rock hard.

Su Zhijun is absolutely certain that his penis is indeed rock hard, because he has made a real comparison.

Back in the army, because of his good skills and marksmanship, he once served as a bodyguard for his superiors.

Back then, conditions in the army weren't very good. Officers below the regimental level generally didn't have cars and traveled by horse. As the regimental commander's confidant, the task of tending the horses fell to Su Zhijun.

Often mocked for having a "horse penis," Su Zhijun one night compared his long member to the commander's magnificent horse.

The result was that his penis was even longer than a horse's penis by a finger joint, and not only in length, but even the glans, as large as a duck egg, was almost the same thickness.

"Dad, eat slowly."

Su Zhijun was awakened from his past memories by Shu Ting's soft voice. A little embarrassed, he lowered his head and quickly finished the apple in his hand.

"Dad, she personally cooked our Sichuan delicacy, Mao Xue Wang! Come and try her cooking!" Shu Ting smiled, took Su Zhijun's hand, and skipped and hopped like a bird soaring in the sky to the dining room.

Chapter Two: An Unfaithful Affair

The copper pot on the alcohol stove steamed, its bright red broth, mixed with various tripe and vegetables, exuding an enticing aroma.

Su Zhijun ate, sweating profusely, constantly praising his daughter-in-law's cooking skills. The fatigue of the day seemed to disappear deep within him along with the delicious food.

"Dad, eat more. It's so cold. Eating more hot and spicy food will prevent your body from accumulating yin energy," Shu Ting urged Su Zhijun, her delicate, white hands constantly placing cooked food into his bowl. Her gentle and virtuous demeanor reminded him of his deceased wife.

Su Zhijun felt a warmth in his heart, eating heartily the meat and vegetables in his bowl, constantly praising his wife's cooking skills and thoughtfulness. He truly wondered what good fortune his son had accumulated in his past life to marry such a sensible wife.

Shu Ting blushed at Su Zhijun's praise, her small, white hands resting nervously on her knees.

"Dad, he's not as good as you say. To be honest, Haoming doesn't like these things. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have anywhere to show off my skills." His son had been spoiled since childhood. Besides studying, he was extremely weak and had a very picky palate. He wouldn't even bother to look at many common vegetables in the market.

Due to his weak spleen and stomach, the little guy was particularly averse to spicy food. Every time he ate it, he would have diarrhea for two or three days. There was nothing he could do; Old Su, who was born with a love for spicy food, could only try to avoid eating spicy food when eating with him. Even when he did eat it, he could only prepare a jar of fried chili oil for flavor.

Old Su ate the meal quite comfortably. With at least half a jin of liquor with each meal, a flush of drunkenness appeared on Old Su's dark face.

Following his usual routine, every day after lunch, he would return to his room and play a game of chess on the computer with his old comrade-in-arms. After digesting his food, he would lie down on the bed for an hour, and the alcohol would naturally wear off.

"Dad, go to sleep. Leave the table cleaning and dishwashing to me," Shu Ting volunteered to Old Su.

Old Su nodded in satisfaction. Initially, he had strongly opposed their marriage because of his daughter-in-law's height. However, after spending nearly a month together, he found that his daughter-in-law was not only beautiful and dignified but also gentle and sensible, always helping him with housework without reservation. Unconsciously, he had developed a deep affection for her.

However, today, his old comrade-in-arms, Xiucai, did not appear on the computer as promised; his QQ avatar was grayed out.

Bored, Old Su simply used the method he had just learned from his daughter-in-law to enter Xiucai's personal space.

To his great annoyance, that damned old man had actually password-protected his space.

"At your age, still spouting the same old nonsense. Think you can hide the contents just because you set a stupid password?" With a disdainful snort, Old Su expertly typed in a string of numbers.

As partners from decades ago, he and Xiucai had played similar games countless times.

Back then, Xiucai was a political instructor in the army, his partner being the regimental commander.

Xiucai was always eccentric, carefully locking away supposedly top-secret documents from above in a safe.

However, he had a flaw: his six-digit passwords were always predictable. His partner, Su Zhijun, loved to secretly crack Xiucai's passwords and open the safe.

Xiucai had lost his temper with him countless times over this, even threatening to send him to court, but he remained undeterred.

However, the scholar's password this time was indeed quite secretive. Old Su tried several of the scholar's usual passwords, but none of them worked.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Old Su, and he remembered the mailbox number the scholar used when corresponding with his wife.

This mailbox number was also six digits long, and the scholar liked to use it in his letters and family-related documents.

Su Zhijun entered the password, and the scholar's QQ space immediately appeared before him. At the very top was a video.

Su Zhijun clicked on the video, and the content shocked him so much that he could hardly close his mouth.

In a dimly lit bedroom, the scholar sat naked on the bed, and on top of him, a naked woman was wildly twisting her waist, her joyful moans filling the air.

"Dad, she's absolutely gorgeous! Give her to me, give her to me, give her to me now!" The woman looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, the most alluring and beautiful time of a woman's life. She had a slender figure, her skin was fair and translucent like flawless white jade, her waist was so thin it could be

grasped in one hand, and her long, flowing hair, like willow branches swaying in the wind, rhythmically matched the scholar's frenzied movements. Watching the scholar, under the woman's tenderness, become like a tireless pile driver, Su Zhijun suddenly felt the alcohol rush to his head, his whole body burning with heat, and he quickly turned off the video.

Although the video was off, the scenes in it still flashed through Su Zhijun's mind like a movie, making his mouth dry and his penis almost bursting out of his pants.

After panting heavily for a while, Su Zhijun finally came to his senses, rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes, and continued watching the scholar's social media.

Apart from this video, Xiucai's social media profile is almost entirely filled with written records, all of which document his feelings while speaking.

As Old Su carefully read through the scholar's posts, he grew increasingly horrified. By the end, the smell of alcohol emanated from him, accompanied by profuse sweat.

This old man, the scholar, was not only having an affair with a young woman, but what was even more unbelievable was that this young woman was actually his own daughter-in-law!

Even at his age, the scholar couldn't shake his habit of recording everything in a diary. He had documented the entire process of his affair with his daughter-in-law in his posts. It was no exaggeration to say that the scholar's posts were essentially a living history of incest between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Looking at those obscene entries, Old Su felt his breathing become heavier than an ox's, and he could clearly hear his heart pounding.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, a thought suddenly flashed into Old Su's mind that he would never normally dare to entertain.

Following the method his son had taught him for creating TXT ebooks, Old Su copied the scholar's notes, from morning to night, into a document file on his computer. Then, he plugged his phone into a USB cable and copied the documents to his phone.

He usually enjoyed reading old books, whether it was "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" or red classics like "The Red Lantern" and "Red Crag," he never tired of them, almost to the point of being inseparable from them.

His son, Haoming, also felt that his room was cluttered with books, so he simply copied them all into his phone. To avoid constantly bothering his son, Old Su eventually learned how to copy the books into his phone from him.

Lying on his bed, Old Su held his phone, carefully reading this history of incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, his emotions unconsciously reaching a peak.

The scholar, a man of letters, possessed an almost superb command of language. His descriptions of the intimate moments between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law were vivid and lifelike. Even though Old Su's head was somewhat clouded by the smell of alcohol, he still felt as if he were there.

His penis, fueled by suppressed lust, had reached its peak, painfully constricted by his tight pants.

Having reached his limit, he decided to stop holding back. He quickly pulled down his pants, his rough hands grasping his already erect penis, and began to stroke it vigorously.

Feeling his penis nearing its limit in his hand, Su Zhijun closed his eyes, and an incredibly erotic image involuntarily appeared in his mind.

A petite and lovely body, with skin as white and translucent as a perfect jade sculpture, so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it, straddled him, wildly writhing her hips.

The beauty's skin was smooth and delicate, and her peach garden entrance was already dripping wet. As his penis thrust in like a spear, the tender, tight opening enveloped his glans, which was almost as thick as a duck egg, without any gaps. Her delicate body, seemingly unable to withstand the onslaught, swayed wildly like a willow in a storm.

The more he recalled the scholar's words in his mind, the more real this feeling became. Finally, Old Su could no longer hold back, and a thick stream of semen, reeking of alcohol, gushed out with the movement of his hand.

Perhaps because his penis was so large, even though Old Su was almost sixty years old, the amount of semen he ejaculated was many times greater than that of an average person. The amount of semen he ejaculated at once was enough to fill half an enamel teacup.

With the eruption of the thick semen, Old Su's body collapsed weakly onto the bed, and suddenly, a charming and mischievous face flashed through his mind.

Chapter Three: The Gap

The thought that the pretty face belonged to his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting, jolted Old Su awake, the smell of alcohol instantly vanishing.

"You old lecher, what are you thinking? That's your daughter-in-law, your own daughter-in-law!" He slapped himself hard across the face, cursing himself inwardly, his heart filled with guilt towards his daughter-in-law and shame for his despicable thoughts.

"Dad, are you asleep? I saw you drank a bit too much at noon, so I made you some tea." His daughter-in-law's gentle, sweet voice rang out just then at Old Su's door, making him feel even more ashamed, and the sinful thoughts from before quietly resurfaced.

His daughter-in-law was sweet and pure-looking, and so gentle and generous. If he had been born twenty years later, he might have even had a good fight with his son over her.

"Dad, are you asleep?"

His daughter-in-law's sweet and charming voice rang out again, like a spring breeze, wildly stirring Old Su's long-dormant desires.

He discovered that his recently roused penis had become erect again upon hearing his daughter-in-law's voice.

To cover his embarrassment, Old Su quickly grabbed the quilt from the other side of the kang (heated brick bed) and completely covered himself before speaking in a muffled voice,

"Okay, come in."

Hearing Old Su's voice, Shu Ting pushed open the door with her snow-white hands and entered carrying a tea tray.

The afternoon weather was still very hot. Shu Ting had changed out of her sweater and leggings and was now wearing a snow-white casual shirt with lace detailing on the upper arms and neckline, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. Paired with a printed short skirt, she looked every bit the elegant yet graceful fairy.

Old Su swallowed hard, his throat dry. His penis, which he had finally managed to calm down, was now erect again.

"The liquor was too strong today. I'm a little dizzy and need to lie down a bit longer. You can leave now." To avoid his daughter-in-law seeing him in such a state, Old Su could only stiffly try to shoo her out of the room.

"Dad, you're not young anymore, and the grain liquor from Northeast China is very strong. Please drink less in the future," Shu Ting gently comforted him. Her kind words reminded Old Su of his deceased wife.

Once upon a time, his wife had been just as gentle as Shu Ting, softly advising him not to do things that were bad for his health.

Unfortunately, he had been too stubborn, always causing her pain. Only after she finally fell ill and passed away did he realize how much he had wronged her over the years.

In that instant, Old Su suddenly felt that Shu Ting and his deceased wife seemed to completely overlap.

"Don't worry, I will never drink again."

Old Su said to Shu Ting, each word distinct, as if declaring a vow he would never change in this lifetime.

"Dad, look at you, how come you're becoming more and more childish as you get older?" Shu Ting thought he was being stubborn, so she quickly placed the tea tray in front of Old Su, half-coquettishly and half-reproachfully, and sat down next to him.

Perhaps due to his early years in the military, Old Su possessed a natural, imposing authority, coupled with his robust physique, which instilled in Shu Ting a natural fear of him.

Because of this, Shu Ting, who naturally had a playful, childlike nature, would often speak to him in a coquettish voice when he put on a stern face, which would immediately soften Old Su's expression.

However, after living with him for a long time, Shu Ting discovered that her father-in-law doted on her as if she were his little daughter, and it became a habit for her to act coquettishly in front of him.

Her soft body gently rested against Old Su's legs, her delicate frame nestled like a cat against his lap covered by a blanket.

"Girl, Dad wasn't joking, I meant it." Old Su lovingly stroked Shu Ting's silky smooth hair, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.

"To be honest, your mother and I argued countless times about drinking back then, when she was alive. It was all my fault for being so weak-willed, I just couldn't control my mouth." "Dad, the past is the past. The most important thing for us now is to look forward. There's a long road ahead. Even if Mom's gone, you still have me." Shu Ting stretched out her snow-white hand, gently stroking Old Su's stubble-covered face, a thin mist settling over her bright eyes.

Her hand was so soft, like a willow branch swaying gently in the spring breeze, completely enveloping Old Su in a deep mist.

Slowly closing his eyes, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. Old Su knew that this fragrance came from his daughter-in-law.

Feeling the softness of Shu Ting's jade-like hands and smelling the fragrance of her body, Old Su's manhood once again uncontrollably swelled to its limit. His heart, empty and desolate from the influence of alcohol, felt as if a raging fire was burning within it.

That fire burned brighter and brighter, until Old Su was completely conquered by desire. He recklessly pulled Shu Ting's tender body into his arms, pressing his old face tightly against her smooth, delicate cheek, rubbing it frantically.

"Girl, you're so good."

"Dad, I know Mom's gone, and you're suffering. After all, we've been married for so many years. From now on, if you have anything that makes you unhappy, just tell me." Kind-hearted Shu Ting assumed he was just drunk and inexplicably missing his deceased wife. She quickly reached out and hugged his neck, nestling her body against his chest, softly comforting him.

As his daughter-in-law's delicate body embraced him, Old Su clearly felt his previously softened penis rise again, seemingly about to break free of his body's limitations and explode completely. The alcohol that had accumulated in his body was fermenting wildly, as if it were about to turn into a raging fire and burn him to ashes.

To alleviate the pain, Old Su rested his head on Shu Ting's shoulder, shamelessly inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. His enormous penis rubbed heavily against her firm, pert buttocks through the quilt covering them.

"Dad...you..."

Shu Ting sensed the abnormality in Old Su's lower body, her pretty face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She wrapped her snow-white arms tightly around Old Su's body, her breasts, though not large, were absolutely round and full of elasticity, constantly rubbing against Old Su's strong chest.

Old Su, his desire fully aroused by her friction, unleashed his fury upon Shu Ting, pinning her to the ground. His rough hands frantically rubbed against her thighs, clad in flesh-colored stockings.

"I want it, I want it..."

Old Su cried out frantically, his calloused hands tearing a gaping hole in Shu Ting's thin, sheer stockings.

"Dad, what are you doing? I'm your daughter-in-law!" Shu Ting screamed in panic, frantically pushing away Old Su's hands, clutching her torn stockings, and ran out the door, leaving Old Su alone in the room, stunned.

The alcohol in his body had turned into hot sweat, seeping out through his pores. Old Su's mind became incredibly clear, and an indescribable, deep regret made him slap himself hard across the face.

Su Zhijun, Su Zhijun, how could you be so foolish? Shu Ting, as your daughter-in-law, is cheerful, gentle, generous, mischievous, sensible, and filial—she possesses almost all the virtues a good daughter-in-law should have. How could you do such a heinous thing to such a wonderful woman?

As a well-known wealthy man in the surrounding area, Old Su was also a highly respected figure. He enjoyed being worshipped and held in high esteem. If such a shameful affair were to spread, he truly didn't know how he would face those around him.

Filled with guilt and fear, Old Su hid in his room all afternoon, afraid to see anyone. Several times, he wanted to knock on Shu Ting's door, apologize, and explain what had happened that day. But each time he got up, he was shocked to find that he genuinely didn't know what to say to Shu Ting.

And so, time passed unnoticed, and it was dinnertime. Old Su was anxiously pondering how to explain the situation to Shu Ting when Shu Ting's gentle, comforting voice rang out from the doorway.

"Dad, you're not feeling well, so I specially made you a fish soup to help you sober up, using our southern cooking method. Please eat it while it's hot." Shu Ting's voice sounded a little hoarse, clearly carrying a forced calm as she tried to smooth things over.

Old Su was overjoyed. It seemed that Shu Ting was truly understanding; she knew he didn't want that shameful matter to be exposed, and judging from her expression, she was clearly trying to restore their relationship.

"Shu Ting, you're such a virtuous and good girl. With you taking care of me, I think your mother-in-law in heaven would be extremely gratified." Hearing Shu Ting's kind voice, Old Su's heart was filled with deep guilt and gratitude, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"Girl, don't worry, Dad promises you, even if I die, I will never let you suffer any harm." This was Old Su's promise, and also his guarantee to his daughter-in-law.

"Dad, the alcohol here in the Northeast is too strong. For your own health, you should..." Shu Ting didn't finish her sentence, but Old Su clearly understood what she meant. She was afraid that he would lose control again while drunk and do something improper to her.

"Don't worry, girl, Dad promises you, I will never drink again." Su Zhijun solemnly assured Shu Ting.

Chapter Four: Inner Demons

What could have been just a rumor passed by uneventfully. Old Su and Shu Ting's life remained as peaceful as ever.

However, Old Su's heart was no longer at peace. Although he had promised Shu Ting he would stop drinking, and he had truly put that promise into practice, the articles and videos about incest in Xiucai's QQ space were like a sharp chisel, carving a huge hole in Old Su's seemingly solidified heart.

Desire is like a flood held back by a dam; once the dam breaks, the floodwaters surge in like a ferocious beast, ultimately destroying the entire dam.

Every night, Old Su would hide in his room and read Xiucai's writings about his affair with his daughter-in-law. The undisguised sweetness, the thrill of incest—the fear of being discovered yet the incomparably sweet excitement—was like an incredibly tempting drug, drawing Old Su's heart deep into its clutches.

As Old Su became increasingly obsessed with the incestuous relationship between the scholar and his daughter-in-law, he found himself developing an inexplicable attachment to her. This attachment was mirrored by a desire that had lain dormant in his heart for countless years, like a wild beast lurking in the night, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Shu Ting was beautiful. Though not tall, she was curvaceous, with a shapely figure and shapely legs. Her legs, though not long, were exquisitely curved, perfectly showcasing her alluring curves whether she wore trousers, pantyhose, or stockings. The phrase "beautiful even with heavy makeup" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Not only did Shu Ting have a great figure, but her delicate and adorable doll-like face was also incredibly charming. Paired with a pair of small but round and bouncy breasts, she was truly a perfect angel, embodying both cuteness and allure.

The scholar's incestuous diary seemed to possess an irresistible allure. The more Old Su read, the deeper his desire for Shu Ting grew. Eventually, even his sexual fantasies, dormant for countless years, began to resurface.

In his dreams, Shu Ting, dressed in incredibly seductive clothes, swayed her hips alluringly before him, smiling coquettishly as he removed her clothes piece by piece. She would then half-heartedly be pushed onto the bed, where he would wantonly ravage her with his enormous penis.

Each time Old Su awoke from these erotic dreams, his blankets were always soaked with sweat. His body seemed to possess an inexhaustible well of energy, and each ejaculation produced a small bowlful of semen.

To prevent Shu Ting from discovering his embarrassing secret, Old Su bought zippered duvet covers and laid two extra sheets under him, changing them frequently. Then, when Shu Ting wasn't looking, he would take them to the outside washroom, wash them in the automatic washing machine, and secretly hang them in his room to dry.

One morning, after another nocturnal emission, a wicked thought suddenly formed in Old Su's mind.

This scholar, who had always been his strategist, often proved incredibly effective when following the scholar's advice during his time in the army.

Since the scholar's method had successfully won over his daughter-in-law, why couldn't he imitate the scholar's approach and achieve the same thing with his daughter-in-law, Shu Ting?

Old Su was never one to procrastinate; once he made a decision, he acted swiftly and decisively. In just half an hour, he had meticulously organized the scholar's incestuous notes, writing each point in detail with a fountain pen into a brand-new black hardcover notebook.

As a former regimental commander who had led troops in Vietnam, he seemed to have reverted to his old ways, meticulously listing battle plans in his notebook before each campaign, and then implementing the strategies outlined therein.

For Lao Su, this was the battle plan and strategy, and possessing Shu Ting, both emotionally and physically, was his ultimate goal.

However, the thought of Shu Ting as his daughter-in-law, such a filial and adorable girl, and most terrifyingly, incest—something absolutely intolerable to society—made him realize that if discovered, not only himself but his entire family would be utterly destroyed.

For the first time, Lao Su stared at his carefully laid-out strategic objectives, caught in a dilemma.

Ultimately, his reason prevailed over his desire, and he locked the drafted plan away in a drawer of his old rosewood desk.

But ever since he had that battle plan, Lao Su's heart remained restless. Even though the plan was locked away, he couldn't help but launch an offensive against Shu Ting.

The first principle of the battle: to win a woman's heart, you must make her feel close to you and completely accept your lifestyle. If there's anything about your lifestyle that she dislikes, you must immediately and completely change it.

Shu Ting was very filial and kind. Apart from that incident, her relationship with Lao Su was generally pleasant and harmonious.

However, Lao Su knew very well that as a girl who grew up in the city, Shu Ting always preferred a clean and tidy living environment, and rural life could never truly satisfy her.

To get her to accept his lifestyle, Lao Su went to great lengths.

He reluctantly gave away all the tobacco and grain liquor he had smoked and drunk for years to his neighbor, Chen Laogou. When his cravings for cigarettes and alcohol became unbearable, he would chew on two pieces of chewing gum that Shu Ting had specially prepared for him. Although he eventually felt the urge to drink, he could only silently swallow his saliva when he saw Shu Ting's beautiful face.

To prevent Shu Ting from feeling that the house was dirty, Lao Su spent his life savings to renovate his two-story house inside and out. He installed a huge hot water boiler in the yard and converted the two small outbuildings in the yard into a bathroom and a flush toilet, complete with a ceramic toilet.

Although this cost Old Su nearly a year's worth of savings, seeing his daughter-in-law happily tidying up the house every day filled him with immense joy, like he'd eaten honey.

Time flew by, and early winter arrived. After a heavy snowfall, everyone in Northeast China began preparing for the winter.

The fertile black soil of Northeast China provided the villagers with an inexhaustible supply of grain, various vegetables, and abundant ingredients. As long as they stocked up on all the daily necessities needed for winter before the next heavy snowfall, they could comfortably spend the entire winter on their warm heated kang beds.

October 15th was the town's market day. Those selling various goods knew very well that these were the best days to sell and make money, so they set up their stalls early, their shelves overflowing with a dazzling array of goods.

Old Su got up early, put on his fur coat, and drove his Steyr truck through the misty morning fog towards the town market.

Shu Ting sat beside him. Today, she was wearing a snow-white, fitted down jacket with a stylish white fur collar. Her slender waist, fitted long sleeves, and light blue wool hat made her look like a college student—pure to the extreme.

Despite the cold weather, Shu Ting had taken the "beauty at the expense of the cold" principle to the extreme, wearing only light gray leggings. The curves of her legs were perfectly displayed before Old Su's eyes, and her snow-white skin, visible through the thin leggings, constantly stimulated his gaze.

Looking at the pretty young woman beside him, Old Su felt a burning desire. His eyes kept glancing at her beautiful legs, then, as if stung by a bee, he quickly turned his face away.

With ulterior motives in mind, Old Su and Shu Ting arrived at the market. Old Su's penis remained stiff the entire way, and despite always boasting of his robust physique, he was experiencing some back pain.

Seeing the bustling market, Shu Ting's previously somewhat gloomy eyes immediately lit up with uncontrollable excitement.

Despite being married, she, as a young woman, still possessed a strong playful spirit. Her village was remote, with only a few hundred households, and she hadn't seen such a lively scene for almost a month, feeling restless and almost going crazy.

Seeing the dazzling array of goods everywhere, Shu Ting immediately became like a bird released from its cage. Her small, white hands grasped Old Su's, touching and looking at everything, finding everything novel and interesting, regardless of whether it was useful or not. In the blink of an eye, her arms were full of bags and packages.

Faced with Shu Ting's enthusiasm, Old Su remained silent, following her side. He accepted the various pretty but ultimately useless trinkets she kept handing him, while simultaneously giving her money from his wallet. Despite

his usual austere frugality, seeing Shu Ting's excited face as she shopped filled him with immense joy.

The scholar had once mentioned in his incestuous diary that the most satisfying thing for a man, and the easiest way to make a woman feel a sense of belonging, was to be by her side, hand her his wallet, and let her buy whatever she wanted.

Now, Old Su finally understood the true meaning of the scholar's words.

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