[Married woman incest] Banned

Life and Death

The room was dimly lit only by a bedside lamp. It was quiet, almost silent, so the ticking of the alarm clock on the wall echoed throughout the bedroom, a restless atmosphere swirling within.

I sat on the sofa, quietly watching the person on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips pursed, all he could do was wait. Wait for what? God's punishment? Of course, if there is a God.

I began to study his face, as if I had never truly seen it before, though that face had roamed over my body countless times. But then I had never opened my eyes to look closely. He even had gray hair and age spots. If he weren't in bed, he would always be so elegant and dignified, not at all like a man in his fifties. No, in bed, he was even more energetic. I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, my laughter froze. Chu Songyuan stood in the doorway. He coldly glanced at the bed, walked straight towards me, and shouted, "What are you doing!" I screamed, clutching the collar of my pajamas warily.

"What's the point of wearing such loose clothes? The old man can't touch you now," Chu Songyuan yanked my hands away, his eyes fixed on my heaving chest. "You little vixen!" He then used his knee to pry my legs apart. "Dad's already like this, you beast!" I was pinned to the sofa, struggling to break free. "

I'm a beast, the old man is even more so, and you're a fucking whore." Chu Songyuan skillfully unbuckled his belt, pulled up my nightgown, and dragged my underwear to the side. With a thrust, he entered me. "Ah, it hurts!" I couldn't help but cry out. It was dry inside, and I couldn't adjust at all. Chu Songyuan held me down, thrusting rapidly and mercilessly. The pain gradually subsided, and I began to secrete fluids. The fullness in my lower body made me groan uncontrollably. I gripped the corner of the sofa tightly, enduring wave after wave of pleasure, my watery eyes alluring the man on top of me.

In the throes of passion, my hazy gaze drifted onto the bed. The old man stared wide-eyed in terror and anger, his pale, withered hand reaching upwards as if trying to break free from the demon's clutches, motionless. I shivered, suddenly reaching climax, my lower body contracting. Chu Songyuan stopped thrusting at the same time, ejaculating and quickly withdrawing from me. "Dad!" I screamed. With my cry, the old man on the bed, Chu Shuren's hand, fell limply to the floor.

The Funeral

The funeral was a grand affair. Chu Shuren was a respected figure, a Justice of the Peace, a man of great virtue and legendary life. The mourning hall was crowded, with guests coming over to pat his family members in sympathy. Chu Songyuan, Chu Lanxin, and I, as dutiful son and daughter, were naturally the center of attention. Chu Songyuan, dressed in black, was pale, as if he had not yet recovered from the grief of losing his father.

Only I knew how good his acting was. Chu Songyuan stood beside me, his arm tightly around my shoulder. To outsiders, he appeared as a strong older brother comforting his grieving younger sister, but the hand he held, hidden in the shadows of the draped curtain , subtly kneaded my breasts.

I stood there, completely dazed. Various voices filled the air: "Alas, life is unpredictable," "Brother and sister, you must love and care for each other from now on," Chu Songyuan nodded solemnly repeatedly, fulfilling his filial duty to the utmost.

The photo of Chu Shuren in the mourning hall remained serene, but would he be driven to despair by this son in his coffin? I couldn't help but want to laugh, but instead, I let out a sob, a heart-wrenching cry. Chu Songyuan turned to look at me, and I saw his astonished expression. Poor thing, amidst the sighs of the guests, I conveniently fainted.

Chu Shuren was a legendary figure; his story was enough to move countless lovesick men and women. Simply put, his parents forced him to marry a woman he didn't love. He built a separate residence to live with his true love, but the affair was eventually exposed. His true love, unable to bear the pressure, committed suicide in his arms. From then on, he refused to sleep with his wife and kept his true love's memorial tablet by his side. The woman he didn't love was Chu Songyuan's mother, and my true love gave birth to me. But a story is just a story; the truth is often vastly different from rumors.

Chu Shuren was young and frivolous at the time, and my so-called true love, my mother, was a dancer. A playboy, a seasoned womanizer. One craved pleasure and the other dreamed of a dramatic change in fortune. I was conceived by my mother's scheming, and she used me as a bargaining chip to win the wealth and status she desired.

On my fifth birthday, I clearly remember my mother touching my face proudly and saying, "What a little beauty! I just wonder if she has even a fraction of my cunning to deal with men." At that time, my mother was enjoying a life of extravagance in a separate residence belonging to the Chu family, completely fulfilling her dreams. As for the story that she died in my father's arms, the true version is that on my fifth birthday, she got drunk and got into a fight with Chu Shuren, accidentally falling down the stairs and dying.

That day, Chu Shuren took me back to our real home, and that was the first time I saw Chu Songyuan and his mother. His mother was panicked, while eight-year-old Chu Songyuan looked at the adults with utter contempt as they discussed how to deal with the police, while muttering under his breath: "You little bitch! Why didn't I kill you too!" That look and tone were strikingly similar to when Chu Shuyuan and my mother were arguing.

As for the memorial tablet, it was because my mother's death was unnatural, and I secretly asked a Taoist priest to set up a memorial altar. Ironically, if Chu Shuren truly believed in Buddhism, he shouldn't have done something so reprehensible. The retribution fell on Chu Songyuan's mother; she was the one who truly committed suicide. After her funeral, Chu Songyuan also took revenge on me.

Growing Up

I have no memory of anything before the age of five. I've forgotten everything about my mother, except for the day she died, stroking my face and sighing, half-drunk. Her icy hand brushed across my face, and she said softly, with a chilling air, "What a little beauty in the making."

One thing I do remember is the moment Chu Shuren pushed my mother away. Her ever-present wine glass fell straight down the stairs to the second floor, making a clean, crisp clink on the marble floor

. The wine spilled like suddenly blooming flowers, and then my mother tumbled down the stairs. Actually, her death was an accident; her head hit the small jade lion at the top of the stairs. Dealing with this was easy for Chu Shuren. What's admirable is his ability to turn a scandalous affair involving a mistress into a fairytale of unwavering, undying love. My mother's death transformed her from a promiscuous woman into a pure, devoted saint of love, while the real victim was Chu Shuren's wife, Chu Songyuan's mother.

Chu Songyuan's mother was a true lady of high society—forgiving, tolerant, devoted to her husband, and prioritizing the greater good. This was my good fortune; no matter how much pain my mother caused her, she never inflicted it on me. Her attitude towards me was indifferent, but at least she never humiliated me. After Chu Shuren brought me home, he rarely looked at me directly. To him, I was more or less a minor nuisance, and he didn't want to face me.

The only person I had to be wary of was Chu Songyuan. He clearly hated me to the core and openly expressed his feelings. From the moment I walked in the door, he disdainfully labeled me: "Little bitch!" But fate had been kind to me. This nemesis was always boarding at a prestigious school abroad, only home for two days a month. I learned early on not to provoke him, trying to stay in my room during those two days, not even for meals.

Another major problem was my physical changes. Around the age of eleven, my breasts started to swell frequently, gradually becoming erect, and my nipples enlarged. I was terrified, and I wrapped them tightly with a white silk scarf. I was considered to have developed early among the girls in my grade, so I had absolutely no opportunity to interact with them. I even had to wear loose clothing to hide the difference from others. Finally, one day at school, I felt a sticky feeling down there. I ran to the toilet and saw that my underwear was covered in blood. A wave of terror washed over me; I was so scared that my whole body trembled, and then I started crying uncontrollably. I felt like I was going to die. I cried so hard that I fainted in the toilet.

When I woke up, I was already in my bed, and sitting beside me was Chu Shuren. He looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Dad," I said, completely flustered, as I sat up. "Hmm," Chu Shuren responded, hesitating before finally standing up, pacing around the room twice, grabbing a bag, placing it on my bed, and leaving. The bag contained a book and a package of sanitary products. I read the book word for word.

I knew I was starting to change; my mother's prediction was absolutely right. Every part of my body was developing in the direction of a woman—the parts that should be large became larger, and the parts that should be small became smaller. I stopped using a white silk scarf to bind my chest and secretly went to the mall to buy a beautiful embroidered bra. Chu Shuren's attitude towards me also changed. He suddenly abandoned his previous indifference and began to care for me, like a real father. However, I couldn't face him. Without a mother, my father had subtly guided me through my menstrual cycle, but the shyness of puberty made me resentful about it, and even his concern for me felt disgusted and ashamed.

Siblings

Another person who changed was Chu Songyuan. He came home less and less often, and each time he returned, I almost didn't recognize him. He grew taller and quieter, and occasionally, when he glanced at me, a slight smile would appear on his lips, just like the look he had when he scolded me when I was eight. But I had learned not to care. I was satisfied with our relationship; it was peaceful enough that I could leave the Chu family home. So when he glanced at me, I would even hum a little tune to myself and slowly sip my coffee.

This quiet life continued until Chu Songyuan's seventeenth birthday. Chu Shuren arranged a grand birthday party for him, an opening ceremony for his entry into the business and social circles. It was also my first formal social event. The male lead was introduced with great fanfare, and we supporting actors also had to make our appearances, green leaves setting off the red flower.

The performance was surprisingly good. Chu Songyuan had completely inherited Chu Shuren's charm, being dashing, generous, and poised, making every woman's heart flutter. I was dressed in a pink evening gown. At fourteen, I had blossomed into a graceful young woman, attracting the attention of the men around me. It was as if I was born to be a woman under such bustling lights. Chu Shuren was extremely pleased; the Chu family had truly stolen the show tonight. When the music started again, he whispered a few words to Chu Songyuan. Chu Songyuan frowned, then turned to look at me, and finally walked towards me. "

Come on," Chu Songyuan said, standing in front of me and extending his hand. Behind him, Chu Shuren nodded to me. I finally put my arm around his shoulder. For some reason, I was incredibly nervous, completely lacking my usual poise. The cologne he wore, mixed with his distinctive body odor, almost made it hard for me to breathe. My body trembled slightly, and my fingers were icy cold. Throughout the entire dance, Chu Songyuan remained silent, not even glancing at me directly.

Finally, the party ended, the festivities faded, and I took a small sip of red wine, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. I began to understand why my mother was so obsessed with this kind of glitz and glamour. Isn't this the kind of life women are born to live? "

You're such a fucking bastard!" Chu Songyuan walked past me, drawing his conclusion about my evening's splendid performance. I shrugged. So what if I am? I just like it. I downed my glass of wine in one gulp and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water in the bathtub slowly soothed my excitement; the temperature was just right, gently washing over my skin like a pair of tender hands roaming over my entire body. The effects of the red wine hadn't worn off yet, and a strange itch coursed through my body. I closed my eyes and kneaded my breasts.

A familiar scent of cologne wafted over, and I opened my eyes to find Chu Songyuan standing in front of the bathtub, his eyes fixed on me! "Ah!" I screamed, and Chu Songyuan quickly covered my mouth, his expression strange. I frantically grabbed a towel to cover myself.

Chu Songyuan grabbed a towel and stuffed it into my mouth, then grabbed my hands together. My legs thrashed about, splashing water everywhere. "You little bitch, you're so horny." Chu Songyuan dragged me out of the bathtub, then grabbed another towel and tied my hands to the towel rack. I stood naked in front of him. "

No!" Tears streamed down my face. Chu Songyuan spread my legs wide, his hand reaching in. I struggled desperately, but he still found the entrance accurately and pointlessly, his fingers probing inside. I couldn't scream, only whimpering. The unfamiliar sensation and pain in my lower body made my whole body tense! I was about to be raped by my half-brother! Chu Songyuan

spread

my legs completely, lowered his head, and used his tongue instead of his hands. I felt the soft penetration, an unbearable itch spreading from my clitoris throughout my body. I shook my head frantically, completely losing the will to resist. "

Stop!" Chu Songyuan stopped. Standing at the bathroom door was our father, Chu Shuren. Chu Songyuan stood up nonchalantly, even smiled at me, and left. My body went limp, but I remained naked, dangling from the towel rack. Chu Shuren, expressionless, first pulled a bathrobe over me and then ripped the towels from my hands and mouth. I couldn't stand and collapsed into my father's arms.

Chu Shuren carried me back to the bedroom. I cried incessantly, and Chu Shuren held my hand, sitting with me for the entire night.

I didn't leave my room for three days, unable to face the Chu father and son. I felt incredibly ashamed that they would see me completely naked. Three days later, I learned that they had both left the next day; Chu Songyuan had returned to school, and Chu Shuren had gone out of town on business. Half a month later, Chu Shuren returned home, as if nothing had happened that night. Aside from my guilty conscience, he would occasionally blush when he looked at me.

The most shameful thing for me was that I wasn't truly disgusted by Chu Songyuan's assault. I would even blush thinking about that night. Chu Songyuan already knew I was a whore; he had aroused my sexuality. I would often roll around in bed, longing for his hands and tongue, and then I learned to masturbate.

I also fell in love with the taste of red wine. My mother's blood flowed through my veins, enticing me to let the red wine slide from my tongue into my body again and again, burning like a flame in every inch of my body. I would caress myself, red desire coursing through my entire body.

I started stealing red wine from Chu Shuren's collection, hiding in the wine cellar and greedily inhaling its aroma. This became my daily ritual.

This was South American red wine, with its unique flavor. When I grabbed a bottle of red wine, preparing to sneak out, Chu Shuren stood at the door, his voice low. The dim light in the wine cellar made it impossible for me to see his face clearly. I was doomed, caught red-handed. My heart sank.

Chu Shuren casually closed the door, took the red wine from my hand, and surprisingly, looked quite appreciative. There was a small bar in the wine cellar. He took two glasses, opened the bottle, and slowly poured two glasses. He tapped his fingers on the table, gesturing for me, who was completely stunned, to take a glass.

I walked over with my head down, the aroma of the red wine irresistible. I tasted its rich flavor with the tip of my tongue, then smiled faintly at Chu Shuren. Chu Shuren elegantly raised his glass, stroked my hair, and said, "You're even more beautiful than your mother."

This was the first time Chu Shuren had mentioned my mother to me. Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished. My face was burning, so hot. I unbuttoned a button on my nightgown. I wanted more. I leaned against the bar, looking at Chu Shuren. In the dim orange light, my face was like a peach blossom, my eyes alluring. Chu Shuren stared at me without moving. "You're so beautiful."

He suddenly grabbed me, hugged me tightly, and then kissed my lips fiercely. His unique scent, mingled with the aroma of wine, invaded my entire chest. His tongue swirled in my mouth, stealing all the air from my lungs. I simply couldn't breathe. In

a drunken stupor

, Chu Shuren's hands roamed over my back, the silk nightgown rustling softly. My mind, clouded by alcohol, was even more chaotic. The decadent aroma of red wine in the air intensified the scent of desire, and I was completely powerless to resist.

I was laid down on the bar. The fourteen-year-old girl, the nightgown half-slipped off her shoulders, the tilted wine glass—in the dim light, she was an exceptionally alluring temptation.

Chu Shuren gently pulled down my pajamas, his large hand covering my breasts. The newly developed breasts of a young girl were firm yet soft, possessing a unique texture. My pajamas continued to slide down, ending at my ankles, leaving only small cotton panties. Chu Shuren skillfully kneaded my breasts, then lowered his head to gently kiss my waist, his tongue licking, making me feel as soft as butter.

His teeth gently bit my panties, pulling them down my thighs, the panties falling smoothly from my smooth legs. Chu Shuren began to tremble with excitement, burying himself inside me, licking and kissing me up and down, his tongue stirring desire in every pore. My moans escaped my clenched teeth, and my lower body began to secrete fluid. In the face of a seasoned lover like Chu Shuren, I was so naive that I allowed him to do as he pleased.

He spread my legs, leaving me dangling from the bar counter, my tender black forest and dewy petals completely exposed to the air. He lowered his head, his tongue teasing my petals in waves, driving me almost insane. Compared to that, what Chu Songyuan did to me was child's play.

Chu Shuren released me, quickly loosening his belt and unzipping his pants, revealing his hard, erect weapon pointing at me. This is my father, Dad, I cried out in fear. Chu Shuren paused, still leaning down to attack my genitals with his tongue. One hand rapidly caressed my body, while the other grasped his own penis, rubbing it back and forth. I couldn't think anymore; this was enough to give me, with almost no experience, maximum stimulation. I quickly reached orgasm, my body contracting, nectar flowing uncontrollably. Ah, with a cry of pleasure at the peak, Chu Shuren ejaculated his cloudy fluid into my lower abdomen.

I slid softly off the bar, and Chu Shuren hugged me, murmuring my name, "Lan Xin, my Lan Xin."

Later, I tried hard to recall every detail of that day, but I couldn't tell if Chu Shuren had already decided what would happen when he stood at the door of the liquor storage room. Everything seemed to be under his control, guiding me step by step. His remaining rationality prevented him from actually having sex with me, but it was enough to completely change our father-daughter relationship.

Chu Shuren once again displayed his shrewd, old fox nature; after that day, he treated me no differently, still like an ordinary father towards his daughter, his care so natural. So I admire myself; I inherited my mother's beauty and my father's commanding presence. Our interactions made me feel like it was just a dream.

But that dream soon returned. A week later, in

the

afternoon, I saw Chu Shuren as I walked out of the school gate. He was leaning against his black Lincoln, his casual gray sweater making him look quite different from his usual solemn and steady self. He was indeed in very good shape, tall and strong, the afterglow of the setting sun shimmering on his hairline, making him look young and mature, not at all like a man in his forties. "

Dad," I stopped, clutching my schoolbag. "Wow, your dad is so handsome!" a group of girls around me exclaimed. "Lanxin, I was just passing by and thought I'd pick you up from school." Chu Shuren's mature charm was deadly. "Pick me up?" This was unprecedented.

I got into the car through the door he opened, and Chu Shuren slammed the door shut, turned around, and got into the driver's seat. The car slowly started to move. The air inside the car seemed to have been suddenly shut off, restless and turbulent. My heart began to race, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the small space.

In my panic, I still realized the car wasn't heading home. I turned to look at Chu Shuren. "I'll take you somewhere," I said, my expression unchanged. The car finally stopped in front of an empty villa. A very strange feeling washed over me. "Do you remember this place you used to live in?"

I asked. "After my mother died, no one lived in this villa anymore. Although a cleaner came regularly and kept it spotless, the whole house still smelled musty and old." The little jade lion stood there quietly, its blood long since wiped clean. "

Your mother loved red wine, so we have the finest vintages here." Chu Shuren led me up the stairs to the wine cabinet deep in the bedroom. Standing by the bed, as if suddenly remembering, I saw my mother, alluring and graceful, leaning against the wine cabinet, the red wine in her glass echoing her laughter—so beautiful. "

This vintage is lighter, with a fresh feel; it suits you." Chu Shuren poured a glass of wine, walked over, took a small sip, then grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. The taste of the wine swirled in my mouth, and I felt myself getting drunk again.

Chu Shuren casually placed the wine on the bedside table, hugged me tightly, and said, "Lanxin, my little vixen, I've missed you so much." My school uniform was undone, and I was immediately naked. Chu Shuren quickly took off his clothes as well. This was the first time I had seen a man's naked body, and this man was my father. His muscles were still very firm, without any excess fat, and his skin was thick and smooth. I couldn't help but reach out and touch his muscles, which were so different from mine. "Lanxin, are you going to seduce me again?" Chu Shuren pushed me down onto the bed.

Chu Shuren kissed me wildly all over, not missing an inch, then knelt up, took the wine bottle from the bedside table, and held it high, letting the red wine drip down my lips, neck, chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. The red wine splashed on my body, soaking my skin, painful yet pleasurable. He lowered his head again and licked away every drop of red wine from my body. Every cell in my body was ignited, writhing and demanding more.

He grabbed my hand, guiding it to grasp his burning erection. I tried to move him up and down, and Chu Shuren, breathing heavily, spread my legs and began to suck on my clitoris, while his fingers probed inside me, teasing and manipulating.

Finally, Chu Shuren ejaculated on my hand, leaving it slippery. And I, too, reached orgasm under his skillful touch.

Chu

Shuren began to pick me up from school regularly. On my mother's comfortable and luxurious bed, Chu Shuren guided me through the pleasures of sex in countless ways. In this forbidden hell, there was no purity, morality, or shame. But he never did the most outrageous thing to me—actual intercourse. For a fourteen-year-old girl, everything he did was enough to give me the greatest satisfaction, but for a mature man, Chu Shuren had clearly suppressed his desires to a great extent; he had never experienced true release.

It wasn't because Chu Shuren had a change of heart or didn't want to truly hurt me; it was simply that he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Chu Shuren, who didn't even want the scandal of keeping a mistress, couldn't bear the guilt of seducing and raping a young girl, let alone committing incest with his underage daughter. He enjoyed my youthful body to a limited extent without bearing any responsibility because I was a virgin. Even if I told others, they would say it was just my Oedipus complex and sexual fantasies.

This abnormal life had prematurely taken me away from the dreamy days of girlhood; even the shyness of budding romance was drowned out by the nakedly direct approach. While girls my age were beginning to experience puberty, writing secret diaries, and blushing as they discussed their crushes with their best friends, these things they enjoyed were child's play to me. My disdain, of course, wasn't a good thing; I became increasingly isolated, becoming an outcast at school. Chu Shuren was an absolute devil; he made me extremely abnormal, both physically and mentally. My fate was sealed.

Chu Songyuan returned home for the first time four months after his birthday party. His whole family acted as if nothing had happened. If there was any change, it was me. For the first time, I didn't hide in my room when he came home; instead, I sat at the dining table where I was supposed to be, calmly eating my dinner. The others didn't seem to notice anything different either. Chu Songyuan and his parents chatted easily about school. He had already taken entrance exams for several universities, and from their conversation, I learned that Chu Songyuan would be resting at home for a few months, waiting for acceptance letters.

This wasn't good news. I would soon have a long vacation too. Since I didn't have any friends, I would have to stay home obediently, meaning I would have to face Chu Songyuan every day. This would be the most painful vacation of my life, I lamented inwardly.

My worries turned out to be unnecessary. Chu Songyuan basically ignored me; he wasn't exactly friendly, but he didn't bother me either. I spent my days at home reading novels, occasionally going out for a stroll, while Chu Shuren hadn't taken me out since Chu Songyuan came home. At night, I often sat alone in the rocking chair in the back garden, gazing at the sky. The desolate starry sky filled me with a sense of emptiness and tranquility.

I loved nights like this; the orange streetlights mingled with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, like an inescapable passion, intoxicating me. Suddenly, I sensed something was amiss. Two meters away stood a man, Chu Songyuan. I jumped up.

I didn't know when he'd arrived. He pursed his lips tightly, his expression complex. Under the lamplight, he was truly handsome, like a young man from an oil painting.

"Lan Xin," Chu Songyuan actually called my name. He paused for a long time. "I want to apologize to you for what happened that day." What happened that day? I didn't care at all. Time had passed; I was no longer the naive Chu Lan Xin I once was. I sneered inwardly. Chu Songyuan came over, placed a box on my rocking chair, and turned to leave.

Inside the box was a beautiful crystal bracelet, as clear as the stars in the sky. I suddenly couldn't hold back my tears, which fell drop by drop onto the bracelet.

The family

—with another person suddenly joining, the house always becomes much livelier. Chu Shuren clearly put a lot of effort into cultivating this exceptionally outstanding only son. He created various opportunities for him to visit various places and even meet important clients directly. Chu Songyuan's generous and appropriate speech and maturity beyond his years became his father's pride. Of course, his mother was even happier.

Chu Songyuan was his mother's greatest comfort. This woman, who had lived in a cold environment for many years, tried hard to maintain her self-respect with good manners. She never exposed her hypocritical husband; all her behavior conformed to the standard of a virtuous wife in high society. But this kind of life had drained all her vitality; her elegant appearance had become as pale as thin ice. Chu Songyuan's return home gradually brightened her eyes. She began to renovate and rearrange the rooms and arrange household chores with renewed vigor.

To be honest, she's a good woman. Regardless of how she views my mother, at least she acknowledges me as a daughter of the Chu family. She tries her best to be generous in terms of material things and social standing. She's never given me love, nor has she ever hurt me. Now, when she's in a better mood, she tries her best to foster harmony within the family. All she hopes for is to bear all the unfairness herself to have a harmonious home—that's her greatest happiness.

Therefore, this home feels unusually warm, the atmosphere almost unreal. The four of us sit at the meticulously arranged dinner table, the flickering candlelight, the beautiful tableware, and the occasional lighthearted laughter—a perfect picture of a happy family. Chu Songyuan has changed his previous hostile attitude towards me. Although he doesn't speak to me, the occasional quick glances he gives me are clearly no longer hostile, which makes me feel much more relaxed.

What makes me uneasy is Chu Shuren. When our eyes meet, his smiling eyes seem to be teasing me, an invisible hand enveloping me. I feel hot and weak, unable to hold on any longer.

I still go to the back garden to look at the stars every day; only nights like these bring me peace of mind.

"Lan Xin," I turned around, and Chu Songyuan stood behind me, I didn't know how long he'd been there. I didn't move, nor did I respond. Chu Songyuan walked over and sat beside me in my rocking chair. He turned his head and saw the bracelet he'd given me. "It suits you well," he smiled. Chu Songyuan's smile was handsome, bright and clear. Then he said nothing more, time seemed to stand still. "Lan Xin, aren't you bored staying home all day? A girl your age should be out in the sunshine every day, having fun," Chu Songyuan looked around; the environment felt so desolate. Could someone as ugly as me be open and honest in the sunlight? I lowered my head, afraid to think. "

That's because I have no friends," it wasn't entirely an excuse. "I don't either," Chu Songyuan gently rocked the rocking chair, that was the truth, he'd been abroad. "

Or, we could go for a drive together." His face suddenly turned a little red. "I want to see the scenery of this city," he said earnestly, his expression impossible to refuse.

"Yes," I softly agreed. A warm feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart. This night was gentle and beautiful.

Now

, I walked on the sun-drenched street. This city, where I had lived for over ten years, was so new and vibrant. My footsteps, accompanied by harmonious noise, felt light and carefree, as if I could fly. Even passersby stopped to admire the naturally beautiful girls. And beside me, Chu Songyuan made me feel safe. The handsome seventeen-year-old was as refreshing as a spring breeze. "

Brother," I suddenly called him. This was the first time I had ever called him that. Chu Songyuan paused for a moment, then smiled happily, and took my hand. "I like hearing you call me that. Can you call me that a few more times?" "

Brother, brother," I smiled radiantly. Chu Songyuan looked at me deeply, then gently kissed my forehead. "Lanxin, you must always smile like this. It makes people feel happy." Really? This sunshine, this scene, makes me feel intoxicated. It

was already evening when I got home. Chu Shuren was sitting in the living room, absentmindedly flipping through the newspaper. He glanced at my hands, Chu Songyuan and I, clasped together. "You're back. I've been waiting for you to have dinner." His tone was calm, but my heart inexplicably began to sink.

I had no appetite for dinner, mechanically putting food into my mouth. "Lan Xin," Chu Shuren suddenly spoke, "your school called today, asking you to pick up your report card tomorrow." I looked up at him. Chu Shuren had already finished eating. He removed his napkin, seemingly lost in thought, "I'll give you a ride tomorrow on my way."

Sitting in Chu Shuren's Lincoln, my hands clenched tightly. This road was familiar; it wasn't to school, but to my mother's villa. My body felt frozen, completely unable to move. The car stopped, and Chu Shuren opened my door.

I suddenly sprang to life, jumping out of the car to escape, but Chu Shuren's hands scooped me up, lifting me around the waist. I struggled desperately but to no avail, and finally, I was thrown heavily onto my mother's large bed.

I couldn't run away. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop Chu Shuren from tearing off my clothes piece by piece. Top, skirt, underwear, panties—soon I was stripped naked. I curled up in a ball, desperately trying to cover myself.

"Lan Xin, you slut! You seduced me and now you're seducing others!" Chu Shuren found several ropes in the bedside table. My hands and feet were spread apart, the ropes binding my wrists and ankles, the other ends tied to the brass posts at the four corners of the bed. I was forced into a starfish position, shamelessly spreading my legs like a prostitute.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart, my breathing rapid from the exertion. The bound position, my heaving breasts, and the completely exposed secret garden of a young girl completely aroused Chu Shuren. His face flushed red, and he quickly stripped off his own clothes, pounced on me, and began to frantically gnaw at me, his hands kneading me up and down, causing me pain. His hardness pressed between my legs, thrusting back and forth against my inner thighs.

Chu Shuren's breathing grew increasingly rapid; he was no longer satisfied. He grasped his penis and pressed it against my clitoris, attempting to penetrate. I was dry and tight, and the penetration of the foreign object caused tears to stream down my face. I was desperate. "Dad, no! Please!

Please, I feel like a fish out of water, about to die!" Chu Shuren stopped penetrating, changed position, knelt above my head, and forcefully shoved it into my mouth. His thick, long penis pressed against my throat, causing me to cough repeatedly. Chu Shuren showed no mercy, thrusting in and out of my mouth, each time penetrating deeply and forcefully. I sobbed softly.

Ah, Chu Shuren groaned loudly, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. Finally, he ejaculated in my mouth, the white fluid flowing from the corner of my mouth

.

Standing motionless in my mother's luxurious bathtub, I let the showerhead wash over my cold body. My body ached; the fingerprints and teeth marks hadn't faded, my bound limbs were still stiff, and the unpleasant taste in my mouth lingered. Although Chu Shuren hadn't actually raped me, the pain was excruciating.

The bathroom door opened, and Chu Shuren entered, a towel tied around his waist and a glass of red wine in his hand. He turned off the shower and handed me the wine, saying it would make me feel better. I obediently took the glass; the red wine did offer some relief. "

Lan Xin, I'm sorry," Chu Shuren suddenly hugged me tightly. "But do you know you're driving me crazy?" he said, cupping my face in his hands with frustration. "Lan Xin, you torture me every day.

I've gone mad. I'm so infatuated with you that I can't control myself. Even knowing it's a crime, I keep making the same mistakes." He was no longer the confident and mature Chu Shuren of the past, but someone filled with pain and helplessness. "Lan Xin, I love you."

Love... I was so shaken I couldn't believe it. The man embracing me was my father. What kind of love was this? I couldn't think anymore.

Chu Shuren lowered his head, his tongue licking my earlobe, his hands beginning to caress my stiff body. The red wine I'd just drunk slowly relaxed me, and his skillful techniques quickly aroused me. I bit my lip to stifle a sound, but my body's reactions didn't escape the eyes of this seasoned lover. His movements became increasingly unrestrained, relentlessly stimulating my sensitive areas. I surrendered, letting out wanton moans, begging for more. Chu Shuren held me, made me sit on the sink, and lowered his head to please me.

Leaning against the cold mirror, I closed my eyes and let my desires run wild. Chu Shuren's movements were gentle yet bold. I was nothing but a wanton woman, enjoying such filthy love. So be it, let me sink, let me never be reborn in this hell of no return.

My head throbbed, like it was about to explode. When I woke up, I was lying in my own bed. Lan Xin, Chu Songyuan sat anxiously by my bedside, looking at me. I tried hard to recall, and the last scene seemed to be that I had drunk a lot of alcohol.

Dad said you drank too much at your classmate reunion, Chu Songyuan handed me a glass of water. I turned my head away, not wanting to look at him. "Get some rest," he touched my forehead, then turned and left. My heart ached, and I forced my eyes open to hold back the tears.

When I woke up again, the bright sunlight outside the window dazzled my eyes; it was already noon. My head was still dizzy, and I was so hungry. I had to go find something to eat. As I passed through the living room, Chu Songyuan was watching TV, constantly changing channels. "You're awake," he saw me. "You slept for a long time, are you hungry?" "Yes, I'm really hungry." "I asked Aunt Lin to make some porridge, I'll get some for you," he smiled smugly.

The plain porridge with pickled vegetables warmed and filled my stomach, and Chu Songyuan watched me wolf it down. "I'm full," I said, blushing, as I put down my chopsticks. "Lan Xin, don't get drunk anymore. You're still young, drinking is bad for your health."

I didn't answer. The room suddenly became very quiet. "Why didn't you go out today?" I tried to make conversation. "Dad went to the company, Uncle's family had some things to do, Mom went to check on them, and I saw you weren't feeling well, and no one was home, so I didn't go out." "

Oh, thank you." People change so much; it's hard to imagine that this is the same Chu Songyuan who was so hostile towards me just a few months ago. "Silly girl, you're my sister," Chu Songyuan gently stroked my hair. "

But, but my mom and I..." I remembered the hateful look in that eight-year-old boy's eyes. "That's none of your business," Chu Songyuan interrupted me. "I shouldn't hate you, and I shouldn't have done those bad things to you

." He lowered his head. "That day, you were really beautiful," he paused. Later, I felt both angry and guilty. But this also made me understand. You were innocent, Lan Xin. Actually, I knew I shouldn't blame you, but your beauty growing day by day, and your nonchalant expression, all made me inexplicably resentful. Chu Songyuan took my hand. "Forgive me, Lan Xin. You know, you're as pure and clear as crystal. Being your brother and cherishing you makes me so happy.

But... but I don't deserve it." My heart felt like it was blocked, an indescribable pain. I collapsed into Chu Songyuan's arms and burst into tears.

I

began to enjoy being pampered. Chu Songyuan was clearly very attentive to me; all his care was written on his young face. No one else seemed to find it strange. Chu Shuren still acted like an ordinary father, as if he had never said anything unpleasant to me. Chu Songyuan's mother didn't object to her son's actions either. Suddenly, I felt like Cinderella putting on her glass slippers, emerging from a forgotten corner and becoming a spoiled princess.

So, my fifteenth birthday was put on the agenda two weeks early; it would be my most grand birthday ever. The feeling of being cared for and valued made me dizzy with happiness. I imagined a dreamlike, perfect birthday party; the vanity of being the leading lady kept me so excited I couldn't sleep.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep. Half-asleep, I felt someone caressing me, undressing my pajamas, a hand slipping inside my underwear, skillfully playing with my clitoris. Ah, the sensation, both painful and pleasurable, made me cry out, then my mouth was covered, a tongue probing inside.

I suddenly woke up; this wasn't a dream. Chu Shuren was on top of me, trying to pull down my pajamas. I tried to struggle, but my body was already completely aroused, and I could only submit to his ministrations. "I miss you, Lan Xin," Chu Shuren whispered, gently biting my breasts with his teeth and tongue as he pulled down my underwear. I began to react, letting out seductive moans.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Chu Shuren, who was on top of me, froze. In the dim hallway light, Chu Songyuan's mother stood motionless in the doorway, then screamed. Chu Songyuan, bewildered, rushed in and quickly turned on the light in my room, exposing the utterly shameful scene.

The so-called peace and happiness of the Chu family came to a complete end with this embarrassing scene.

For the next few days, the house was eerily quiet. I hid in my room, refusing to leave, my heart numb with pain. I couldn't face anyone, especially Chu Songyuan. That day, his pale face, his angry and disappointed eyes, and his complex expression pierced my heart deeply; I wished I could die immediately.

Someone knocked on the door. It was Aunt Lin, who brought the food. She gave me a strange look, but I forced myself to remain calm. She only worked for us during the day; she hadn't witnessed what happened that day. It was so quiet outside. Were they all out? I stirred the soup absentmindedly with my chopsticks. Madam had been hospitalized for two days; they hadn't returned. Hospitalized? Auntie was sick? My heart pounded with guilt. "I don't know," Aunt Lin said, setting out the food and leaving.

The house was indeed empty. I sat in the empty living room, tense and afraid, a terrible premonition making me restless. I heard the sound of a car parking outside. I ran out barefoot.

I stood dumbfounded at the doorway, watching Chu Shuren and his son Chu Songyuan approach. Their faces were weary and pale. Chu Songyuan's eyes were red-rimmed; when he saw me standing there, his angry gaze could have killed me. "Brother, I feel like I'm about to collapse! Don't call me!" Chu Songyuan shoved me to the ground and went straight back to his room. Chu Shuren helped me up. "Sister Lin, take Miss to her room to rest."

Chu Songyuan's mother committed suicide. The day after witnessing that scene, she took most of a bottle of sleeping pills.

She had endured Chu Shuren's infidelity and hypocrisy her entire life, even bearing the false reputation of a jealous woman to enhance the image of a dancer. For ten years, she had pretended nothing was wrong, facing her rival's daughter every day. However, her forbearance only resulted in the reality of incest between father and daughter. She couldn't bring herself to expose this ugliness, nor could she face such a sordid relationship any longer. Therefore, she chose death as her escape.

A complete break.

My fairytale ended, and the cruel cold of reality offered no hope of revival. I fell from the heights of the clouds, the sudden care I received vanished in an instant, and my fifteenth birthday, which had been a dreamlike celebration, turned into a somber funeral. Ten years had passed—ten years since my mother's accidental death and ten years since Chu Songyuan's mother's suicide. This sealed my fate; Chu Songyuan and I were destined to be eternal enemies, with no possibility of reconciliation.

I don't know how I got through those two weeks; they felt like two centuries. The Chu father and son rarely spoke. Aside from necessary funeral arrangements, Chu Songyuan remained silent, his face expressionless, revealing no resentment. The funeral was solemn and dignified. Chu Shuren's official obituary stated that his beloved wife had died of illness. The white chrysanthemums covering the funeral concealed the truth and Chu Shuren's sordid soul.

I forced myself to stay until the funeral ended. Chu Songyuan refused to let me accompany the coffin to the cemetery, so I huddled alone in my room, afraid to think of anything. Everything will pass, I thought, clutching a thermos of hot water, trying to warm myself.

"Second Miss, I'll be leaving now if there's nothing else," Aunt Lin knocked on my door. "Oh," I pulled the blanket tighter around me. The room was gloomy and eerily quiet; even the occasional sound of the wind rattling the window made my heart race. Someone opened the door downstairs. Everyone else had gone to pay their respects; they wouldn't be back now. Was it Aunt Lin? I jumped up and rushed downstairs.

It was Chu Songyuan who came in. I stopped. "Disappointed?" he looked at me coldly. "Your dear father is putting on a grand show of life and death; he doesn't have time to comfort you now." So, he couldn't stand his father's hypocrisy and left early.

"Brother," I didn't know how to answer. "

I told you not to call me that!" "Calling me 'brother' only disgusts me," Chu Songyuan viciously gripped my chin. "I just want to see you clearly, you vixen. It's unbelievable that such a pretty face would do such a despicable thing. I thought you were a little girl; I really underestimated your abilities."

No, I was both scared and ashamed, retreating step by step until my back was against the wall, with nowhere left to go. His hands were squeezing me so hard it hurt, and tears welled up in my eyes. "

No, what? Pretending to be innocent? You can sleep with your father, you're crazy for men, aren't you?" His grip tightened, almost deforming me.

He'll kill me, my back trembling against the wall. I wanted to escape, I pushed him away with all my might, trying to run back to my room. Chu Songyuan instinctively reached out to grab me, pulling at my clothes, tearing my thin top open, exposing my upper body to the air.

I stood there, helpless. Chu Songyuan paused for a moment, then suddenly pulled me close, pinning me against the wall with his body. I desperately tried to push him away, but his young, strong body was like another wall; I couldn't move at all, I was suffocating, his chest pressed tightly against mine, my bra already deformed.

"You slut," he started, tearing off my last remaining clothes piece by piece. "No," I kicked and punched, but I was no match for the young and strong Chu Songyuan. Soon I was naked. Chu Songyuan

unbuckled

his belt, lifted one of my legs, and pressed his penis against my clitoris. "No!" I shook my head desperately in terror. "No? I see you really want it, you slut!" Chu Songyuan's hard penis thrust upwards, entering my body. "Ah, completely dry and tight, it hurts!" I cried out, a thin layer of sweat covering my body.

"Pain? Still pretending to be a virgin?" Chu Songyuan continued to thrust mercilessly into my flower cave. "It's quite tight, no wonder even the old man couldn't resist having sex with you." Chu Songyuan thrust forcefully, his penis fully inserted. "Ah!" I grabbed his arm, sweating profusely from the pain. Chu Songyuan suddenly stopped. The sensation of breaking through that thin membrane was almost unbelievable. He withdrew, and the blood of my deflowering flowed down, dripping onto my petals and inner thighs. The bright red blood against my snow-white skin was exceptionally beautiful.

Chu Songyuan didn't let me go. Without a word, he thrust into me again, slowly pumping. Although it still hurt, his movements began to arouse me. This real intercourse was completely incomparable to Chu Shuren's games. I actually moaned, and the secretions from my lower body made Chu Songyuan's thrusts even smoother.

Chu Songyuan increased his speed. I had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and I couldn't help but cry out. With his thrusts, I reached a true climax, a wave of soft pleasure spreading from my core throughout my body. Ah! Chu Songyuan also began to cry out loudly. He thrust rapidly, finally ejaculating deeply inside me.

Chu Songyuan paused before withdrawing from my body. He was silent for a moment, then turned and left. My whole body went limp, and I slid down the wall to the ground.

On my fifteenth birthday, I received a funeral, the hatred of my closest relatives, and the taboo ending of my not-so-innocent girlhood.

I lay in bed, shedding all the tears I had in my life. But even all those tears could not wash away the sins within me.

The day after his mother's funeral, Chu Songyuan left the Chu family to return abroad to continue his studies. This was probably what Chu Shuren had hoped for. The shrewd Chu Shuren knew that at times like this, only time could erase the traces of the truth and lessen Chu Songyuan's pain and hatred. Besides, even if his actions remained completely unknown to outsiders, preserving his usual dignity, he could not maintain the fatherly respect he deserved in front of Chu Songyuan.

Evil hatred is not as easily soothed as one might imagine. This time, the wound in Chu Songyuan's heart was far greater than it had been ten years ago; that was merely one of my father's countless affairs that had escalated. My mother's death had removed the main target of his hatred. However, just as he began to genuinely accept me as his sister, my father and I shattered his youthful sincerity with the most despicable acts, even driving his kind mother to her death.

He never returned home, and there was virtually no news of him.

Later, I often thought that no matter what he had done to me, no matter how much he hated me, I wouldn't blame him. His once warm and gentle care, the deep look in his eyes, were so precious to me, who had lacked familial love since childhood, that I couldn't bear to even think about them for long. Those sweet and painful memories, though brief, were enough to sustain me through the long, sleepless nights that followed.

My mother

's fifteenth birthday changed my life's beliefs. If Chu Lanxin before fifteen was more ignorant and helpless than shameless, then Chu Lanxin after fifteen truly became a slave to desire. I became more and more like my mother, indulging in nightly revelry, wearing heavy makeup and clothes that were too short to bear, reveling in my youth.

I even shamelessly seduced my father. When Chu Shuren tried to flirt with me again, I actively ignited his excitement, burned away all his reason, and finally, he couldn't resist entering me. As he vented his fury on me, I clutched the crystal bracelet tightly. The crystal stung my hand, but it did nothing to lessen the pain in my heart. I chose to punish myself this way.

Wine is a wonderful thing. I stood in the back garden, swirling the bright red liquid in my glass. The moonlight was like water, and that handsome young man was still whispering in my ear, "Lan Xin, I want you to be happy like this forever." Happiness? I took a big gulp of red wine; the alcohol made my nerves even more fragile. "

Lan Xin," I suddenly turned around. It was Chu Shuren. "It's chilly outside, let's go back inside." I didn't move. We stared at each other for a long time. His eyes held an indescribable complexity. "I want to talk to you," he said.

I sat in the rocking chair, hugging my knees. The cool evening breeze made me shiver slightly. Chu Shuren took a thin blanket, draped it over my shoulders, and sat down beside me.

He was silent for a long time.

"Lan Xin, I know you hate me," his voice was low and deep, as if it came from the earth. "I ruined you and your daughter." I was a little surprised. Chu Shuren, who was never wrong, would be so frank.

"You're just like your mother," he said, looking at me. "You're a simple person, just like your mother, easily hurt by others." "Simple" to put it bluntly means "foolish," I thought to myself with a cold laugh, but I was still curious about his mention of my mother.

I was captivated by your mother the first time I saw her. She was so vibrant, with a touch of mischievousness, so adorable. Chu Shuren's gaze drifted back to over a decade ago. Back then, she worked as a dancer in a bar, her only wish being to find a rich man to support her for the rest of her life. She was actually a very simple person, yet she always thought herself very cunning, making her wish difficult to fulfill until she met me. Father smiled slightly. I imagined that little dancer from back then, feigning cleverness, playing little tricks on Father.

I granted her wish because I liked seeing her so easily satisfied. She was vain, but genuinely adorable, and of course, she was beautiful. I don't know if this decision was right or wrong. If I hadn't taken her with me, her future life might have been like that of an ordinary dancer, fading away in that environment. Father paused, turning to look at me.

I can't escape responsibility for your mother's death. In fact, she was also living a very painful life back then. She had achieved her life goal, but the life she imagined and reality were two different things. My life was destined to keep her out of the public eye. So, no matter how abundant her material possessions were, her heart could never find peace. She drank every day, and then argued with me, until the accident that day happened.

I suddenly felt immense sympathy for my mother. A vain little woman like her, having achieved a great victory through hardship, suddenly found herself without an audience to applaud her. It was like possessing an enormous diamond but not being able to wear it around her neck to show off. She was truly aggrieved because her life's value could not be affirmed. "

Did you ever love her?" I suddenly asked. Chu Shuren didn't answer immediately. He thought for a while and slowly said, "She moved me." "

That can't be entirely called love, Lan Xin," Chu Shuren suddenly looked at me deeply, his eyes burning with pain. "The woman I loved most in my life, she tormented me day and night, completely destroying my life."

My heart was pounding. I didn't want to hear it.

"That was you, Lan Xin."

"

Don't hate me, Lan Xin, and don't punish yourself by hurting yourself." Chu Shuren had already left. Thinking of his words, I drifted off to sleep in the rocking chair. When I woke up, I was lying in my own bed, completely covered with a blanket.

I sat in front of the mirror, looking at my still youthful face. "Lanxin, you have to be strong." I clenched my fists. I wouldn't let myself be defeated. I wanted to live my own life.

Time passed quickly; five years went by peacefully. Now I'm a second-year university student. Two years ago, I got into a third-rate local university—for my abilities, it was the best I could do.

For the past five years, Chu Songyuan hadn't contacted me at all, as if he'd vanished from the world.

Chu Shuren and I maintained a relationship that was both father-daughter and lover. Except for the few hours Lin Sao stayed home during the day to do housework, it was just the two of us in the Chu family home. Chu Shuren could live with me without any reservations. Actually, I didn't mind. Chu Shuren wasn't a sexually insatiable person; it wasn't frequent, but his technique was superb, always leaving me breathless. He also took precautions, giving me medication regularly to prevent any accidents.

I've matured, shedding the naiveté of five years ago. Chu Shuren has become increasingly attached to me, and we indulge in secret trysts in every corner of the house. I no longer feel guilty; perhaps this is the only way to escape loneliness.

Chu Shuren is lonely too. On his desk sits a photo of him and Chu Songyuan, and I often see him gazing at the frame for a long time. The older one gets, the more one misses loved ones, especially his only son, his sole heir. He's inevitably aging. For someone in his fifties, he still looks young, but he wants me less and less, the foreplay is getting longer, and often he just lies on top of me, my body more alluring to him than to his vibrant youth.

Sometimes, I even think I might be in love with Chu Shuren, the man who gave me life, the man closest to me, and I feel a pang of tenderness towards him.

But what exactly is love?

Autumn has arrived.

I love the feeling of withered leaves being swept up by the wind. Life is truly a wondrous thing; birth, aging, sickness, and death, the cycle of time—it's an inescapable fate for everyone.

My father aged remarkably quickly this autumn, growing thinner day by day.

So, I made sure to return home every weekend, and he would always stand at the door, anxiously watching my way home. A glimmer of light would flash in his dim eyes when he saw me. More often than not, we would sit together on the sofa, watching a mindless, comedic soap opera.

This kind of life might continue indefinitely. While love stories filled the campus, I watched others' romances from afar, my heart indifferent, no longer harboring any expectations of love or marriage.

I forgot how many great joys and sorrows life inevitably brings.

Reunion

I turned down the fire on the stove; the water was almost boiling. Tieguanyin or Biluochun? The clean teaware and the flickering fire, bathed in the soft sunlight, felt exceptionally warm. I was brewing gongfu tea. Either is fine, Chu Shuren continued flipping through his newspaper.

Soon, the unique fragrance of Biluochun, mixed with the cool autumn air, filled the room. Very nice, Chu Shuren put down the newspaper and slowly took a sip.

Someone was ringing the doorbell. "Is that Aunt Lin?" "She has a key." I went to open the door and stood up.

Standing at the door, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. The person I thought had been frozen in time for all eternity was leaning against the door, looking at me with an indescribable gaze. Time stood still at that moment.

"Don't you welcome me back?" Lan Xin. Chu Songyuan's tone was as casual as if he had just gone on a vacation.

The crystal chandelier shone brightly, glasses clinked, laughter filled the air, and the Chu family celebrated the past few years in a grand display, almost as if they were about to hang a huge banner warmly welcoming Chu Songyuan's return from his studies. Chu Shuren seemed to have returned to five years ago, greeting guests with great enthusiasm. I picked up a glass of wine and leaned against the window, my eyes almost dazzled by the glare. But every glimpse of Chu Songyuan's figure fell into my eyes.

He seemed to have grown taller, more robust than five years ago, the youthful lightness gone, the lines of his body and face now thoroughly simple and hard. The designer black suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his innate aristocratic air. He was indeed outstanding; in the past five years, he had graduated from a top university and landed a job at a major international company, all through his own hard work.

Yet, he felt utterly unfamiliar. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, carrying a hint of disdainful frivolity, completely unlike the gentle, refreshing air of his former self.

Our eyes met, and I blushed, turning to look out the window. "Lan Xin, it's been years, and you've become even more beautiful." Chu Songyuan walked over, also leaning against the window, his gaze sweeping over me in my dark blue, form-fitting, off-the-shoulder evening gown. "I've missed you so much," he suddenly kissed my forehead gently. "And you? Have you thought of me?"

My heart pounded wildly, completely out of control; even breathing became difficult. "I'm sorry," I stammered, hastily placing my wine glass on the windowsill and rushing to the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling, her red lips pressed tightly together, was exceptionally alluring and captivating.

Chu Songyuan's return greatly pleased Chu Shuren. He was no longer the ruthless father who could control everything, but an old man who wanted to enjoy his retirement. The three of us avoided mentioning the past. At Chu Shuren's urging, Chu Songyuan agreed to stay and help him manage the business.

These five years seemed to have been severed by time, leaving no trace.

For a long time, the three of us were all busy with our own things. Chu Shuren seemed eager for Chu Songyuan to take over, and the two of them were always at the company, rarely even home on weekends. Moreover, since Chu Songyuan returned, my father hadn't bothered me anymore; he even intentionally kept his distance.

However, a nameless fear constantly weighed on me, and I tried to find excuses not to go home. If I really had something to do, I would choose a weekday that wasn't a weekend, so as to reduce the chances of seeing them.

It's getting colder again, and I'm going home to change into some warmer clothes.

There shouldn't be anyone home at this time, so I unlocked the door and went straight upstairs to my room.

I pushed open the door, and there was someone sitting on my bed, rummaging through the things in my bedside table. I froze. Chu Songyuan looked at me mockingly, holding a bottle of pills in his hand—birth control pills. My heart skipped a beat. "Please leave," I

thought

, and for some reason, instead of being angry, I felt inexplicably sad. I opened the door. Chu Songyuan stood up, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his mocking expression.

Suddenly, I was pulled into a tight embrace, and then my lips were pressed heavily against his. Chu Songyuan's tongue probed into my mouth, swirling violently. His kiss shattered all my fighting spirit. I realized that I was actually thinking of him constantly, thinking of this person who hated me to the core.

He carried me to the bed, burying his head deeply in my chest. "Lan Xin, I know you're always hurting me, why can't I stop thinking about you?" His words shattered my heart into a million pieces. "Brother, I'm sorry," I cried, holding his head tightly, tears streaming down my face. "I miss you too."

The wind outside was cold, but inside it was warm as spring.

Chu Songyuan was covered in sweat. My bare legs were wrapped around his waist, and I bit my lower lip, enduring his fierce thrusts. Each thrust was deep and heavy. I gripped his arm tightly; the intense impact was almost unbearable. I had already climaxed several times, and the fluids I released soaked the sheets beneath me. Finally, I felt like I was about to die when he began to breathe heavily, ejaculating inside me.

The water in the bathtub gently rippled around us. I nestled in Chu Songyuan's arms, exhausted from the lovemaking, limp as a ball of cotton. Chu Songyuan held me as I lay in the bathtub, his hands still playing with my nipples. "You're getting sexier and sexier, Lan Xin," he whispered in my ear, his tongue lightly licking my earlobe. "I went crazy the first time I saw you naked."

His movements aroused my desire again, and I couldn't help but moan. Chu Songyuan intensified his movements, one hand moving to my inner thigh, kneading my clitoris. I felt his erection rise again, hard and pressing against me. I grabbed the edge of the bathtub, trying to suppress the sensation. But Chu Songyuan suddenly turned me around, making me wrap my legs around his waist, sitting on his lap. Now, his hardness pressed against my clitoris.

I couldn't control myself and actively let his penis slide inside me, slowly sitting down. This position allowed him to penetrate deeper, and when he was fully inside, I couldn't help but cry out. I started moving on my own, and Chu Songyuan sucked on my nipple incessantly. The sounds of thrusting in the water mingled with our panting. This time, Chu Songyuan quickly reached his climax.

The young Chu Songyuan still had endless energy, forcing me to reach the clouds again and again. This kind of sex left me exhausted, completely unable to move.

He lay on the bed, turning to hug me from behind, his penis still inside me. "Lan Xin, you're even better than I thought." "Oh, no, let me sleep for a while, I'm so tired," I drowsily tried to push him away. "

You sleep, I want to sleep holding you like this." "Okay, then I'm going to sleep."

I hummed a tune as I carefully sorted the lotus seeds, dropping the large, plump ones into the hot pot. "Second Miss is very happy lately," Aunt Lin said, chopping vegetables. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me with a smile. "She must have a boyfriend." Ah, my face flushed, and I quickly turned away. No way! Even a blind person could see you're in love.

Are you in love? My heart skipped a beat.

A figure flashed past the kitchen door; I peeked out and saw my father's back. I stirred the soup in my bowl,

head

down. It was rare for the three of us to sit down for dinner together. Chu Shuren and Chu Songyuan seemed increasingly busy, coming home late on weekends. "I'm finished, you two enjoy your meal." Chu Songyuan's constant stares and Chu Shuren's apparent indifference made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles; I wanted to escape to my room immediately. "

Wait a minute, Lanxin," Chu Songyuan's gaze shifted to my father. "Everyone's been so busy lately, how about we relax tonight and go see a movie?" "You and Lanxin go ahead. I have a medical check-up appointment tomorrow morning," Chu Shuren said calmly, picking up his teacup. "I want to rest at home for a bit," he blew on the tea leaves. "Remember to bring your front door key."

The late autumn night was chilly; I pulled my coat tighter. We didn't sit in a movie theater, but in an open-air café halfway up the mountain, letting the cold wind blow. Chu Songyuan warmed my hands. "Are you cold?" I shook my head; his large hands felt warm. He pulled me close, letting me lean against his chest. "I've wanted to see you all day, Lan Xin," he said, his brow furrowed. "I want to be with you."

"Me too, me too," my heart responded softly. "I like thinking of you like this, sweet and anxious." Is this what happiness feels like?

Chu Songyuan lowered his head to kiss me, his hands slipping under the table between my legs, massaging me up and down through my jeans. Soon, I felt hot all over. There were few people around, but I still managed to keep myself from making a sound. "I want you," he said, unbuttoning his jeans.

I couldn't believe I could climax in such a place. I sat on Chu Songyuan's lap, the tablecloth covering my jeans, which had been pulled down to my thighs. I braced myself on the table, his gentle movements inside me driving me crazy.

I fell ill the next day; several hours in the mountain wind had given me a fever. I lay in bed, a thermometer in my mouth, my whole body aching and weak. Father and son had gone out early that morning; Aunt Lin had gone to buy groceries. I listlessly flipped through a book, turning page after page, but couldn't concentrate on a single word. "

May I come in?" Chu Shuren had returned sometime earlier; he stood there looking haggard and preoccupied. "Dad," I closed the book, trying to sit up. "Don't move. If you're sick, just rest." He came over and gently pressed me down, then sat on the sofa. "

Is something wrong?" He had been lost in thought, head down, and I couldn't help but interrupt him. He finally spoke, "Lan Xin, I want you to study in Australia. The schools there have already been arranged. You should process your withdrawal as soon as possible."

"No!" I blurted out, glaring at him. I suddenly understood what he meant. This hypocrite—he knew, he had known all along that I was with Chu Songyuan.

"Lan Xin, I'm doing this for your own good," his tone hardened. "

Why?" "

It's not appropriate for you to stay here."

"What do you mean, not appropriate? Is it because of my brother?" My bluntness in stating the truth clearly overwhelmed Chu Shuren, and he fell silent. "

Lan Xin, it hurts me to see you like this. Your brother isn't what you think. He's dangerous. I just wanted to protect you.

You've given me enough protection. The pain that's been weighing on my heart surged up all at once. I hate this person in front of me.

Even if he won't do anything, you're still siblings. Lan Xin, I'm sorry, but I hope to see you find true happiness in my lifetime.

Let her choose her own happiness." Chu Songyuan, who had appeared at the doorway sometime earlier, watched his father with unusual calm.

I looked at the father and son locked in a silent battle, my mind a blur. Memories I thought were long gone flashed before my eyes. The shame, the wounds, the anger—they had never truly disappeared. They had destined us for this situation, a fate none of us could escape. "

What promises can you give her?" Chu Shuren's hand trembled as he pointed at his son.

Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw Chu Songyuan approach me. He knelt beside my bed, his voice resolute, as if he'd thought about it for ages. "

Lan Xin, I won't marry you, and you won't marry me!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. I didn't want to think about anything, I didn't want to care about anything. Even knowing it was a pit of fire, I would jump in without hesitation, because my heart ached with a bittersweet sweetness. I smiled, tears streaming down my face. "

Fine, you won't marry me, and I won't marry you."

Love

—this was love. As long as I could be with the one I loved, I could forget everything, disregard everything, and care about nothing.

After that day, Chu Songyuan appeared in my life as my boyfriend. Like any couple deeply in love, we showered each other with sweet words and never felt like we had enough time together. Chu Shuren never mentioned our relationship again, as if he wanted to avoid seeing it altogether, rarely leaving his room. I didn't want the three of us to be too awkward, so I only went home for one night on weekends, which meant I rarely saw him.

Chu Songyuan would often wait for me at the school gate, take me out for meals and shopping, and sometimes even take me home during the day when no one was home to make love.

However, this happiness always left me with a vague unease, as if I were stealing something that shouldn't be mine. But whenever Chu Songyuan appeared before me, this unease would vanish. Even if it was stolen, I would cherish it for as long as I could, I comforted myself.

Happy times always pass too quickly. In the blink of an eye, Chu Songyuan had been back for over a year. He had completely taken over the Chu family business, and my father clearly trusted him completely, no longer interfering in company affairs and beginning to fully enjoy life. He spends most of his time playing golf with friends or going out for tea. Because of the year-end rush, Chu Songyuan has been busy with work and rarely visits me. While I understand, I still feel a little disappointed.

So, I wander aimlessly along the tree-lined paths of the campus. This winter is particularly cold; the few remaining leaves on the branches huddle in the cold wind, their withered bodies looking especially desolate.

I stand there lost in thought when someone hugs me from behind. That familiar feeling makes my heart flutter. "Brother," I turn around, smiling broadly. It is indeed Chu Songyuan. For some reason, a hint of hesitation flashes across his handsome face. "

I haven't seen you for several days, so I took some time to come see you." "I thought you'd forgotten me," I say, burying myself in his arms, feeling an indescribable joy. "

Are you cold?" I bought a hot coffee on the way. He shakes the paper cup in his hand; it'll get cold if you don't drink it soon. I carefully took the paper cup; the coffee was still slightly hot. His watchful gaze while I drank made me blush. "Aren't you going to drink? There's still half a cup left." He shook his head and whispered in my ear, "I missed you so

much. Let's go home." I nodded, my face flushed. The room was set very high; I was burning up. For some reason, I was incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch from Chu Songyuan's hand made me unbearably itchy. His thrusts led me to countless climaxes. I was exhausted, my body weak, but still not satisfied. "You're so sexy," Chu Songyuan chuckled, tying my hands to the headboard with his tie, then spreading my legs wide and binding them to the bedposts. This position, combined with my flushed face after several orgasms, was simply irresistible.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Chu Songyuan pulled away from me to answer the call. I came over immediately. I heard him speaking into the phone; he sounded anxious. Then he hung up. "Is something wrong?" I asked him. He kissed me apologetically, saying he had something to take to someone and that I should wait for him there, he'd be right back.

"Let me go first," I tried to break free of his restraints; this position was still embarrassing. "No," Chu Songyuan chuckled mischievously, "You're just going to wait like this? I haven't had enough yet." He quickly put on his clothes, kissed my forehead, and left.

I felt hot and uncomfortable, a feeling of unsatisfied desire filling my entire body. The frenzied lovemaking had left me dazed, and between my parted legs felt like countless ants crawling on them. I tried desperately to break free, but the more I struggled, the tighter he became. Finally, I was so exhausted that I was almost asleep. "

Director

," I thought, "it feels so heavy, I can hardly breathe. My lower body feels filled with something, a comfortable, full feeling." I began to moan in my sleep. "What's happening?" I vaguely recalled what had just happened. Was it my brother who came back? I struggled to open my eyes.

"Ah!" I screamed. It was my father on top of me. His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, his lower body thrusting rapidly into my core, each thrust heavy and deep, as if to shatter my body.

No, my senses began to return, tears welling up in my eyes. But my bound limbs were completely unable to break free, I could only let my father do as he pleased. Dad, please, let me go, my pleas were useless, they only fueled Chu Shuren's desire, his movements became more and more intense. My mind was blank, but my body began to respond uncontrollably, my father's unprecedentedly fierce thrusts quickly brought me to the peak of excitement, my lower body tightened, and more nectar flowed out.

I surrendered, letting myself follow my father's unrestrained desires, my father relentlessly ravaging me, my incessant cries and the wild movements of the two of us creating an utterly seductive scene, finally, he ejaculated deeply inside me, collapsing limply.

I'm sorry, Lan Xin, Chu Shuren's expression was actually a little ashamed, he gently untied my limbs and pulled the blanket over my body. I'd been tied up for too long, and the struggle had left my limbs weak and numb. I turned my head, tears streaming down my face. Why, why did this happen?

My father dressed, trembling, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He looked utterly dejected. He lit one, took a few deep drags, and began, "Lanxin, I didn't mean to, I…"

He trailed off. "Get out," I said coldly. My father didn't speak again, silently stood up, and left.

I just wanted to escape this maddening place. I quickly dressed and rushed out. Suddenly, I stopped.

In the living room, Chu Songyuan sat on the sofa, his gloomy face sending chills down my spine, while Chu Shuren stood behind him, his face deathly pale. "

How wonderful," Chu Songyuan clapped his hands, as if he'd completed a masterpiece, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. He picked up the remote from the coffee table, and on the television screen appeared a lewd and obscene scene of my father and me.

I couldn't believe my eyes, standing there like an idiot. Chu Shuren clutched his chest, his face turning pale and then purple. He rushed forward and grabbed Chu Songyuan by the collar. "You bastard!" Chu Songyuan gave him a light shove, and he collapsed to the ground like a stone statue without its foundation, then fainted.

Chu Songyuan stared coldly at me. What kind of look was that? It was enough to freeze my entire body, rendering me unable to think or move. Was this your anger towards me, your punishment for me? I felt dizzy and eventually lost consciousness.

I leaned against the sofa in the study, my palms so cold I had lost all feeling. Everything before my eyes was blurry, and my head was so throbbing I couldn't think of anything. Across from me, Chu Shuren, wrapped in a thick sweater, was still trembling uncontrollably. In the past two days, he seemed to have aged ten years; his cheeks had sunken. The only one who remained calm was Chu Songyuan. He sat behind his father's large desk, his head leaning back in his chair, expressionlessly turning the teacup on the table. Steam rose from the rim of the cup; that cup of tea was probably the only thing in the study that radiated warmth.

"You've called us all here, what exactly do you want?" Chu Shuren's face turned ashen.

"I only want

you to repay all the debts you owe my mother," Chu Songyuan said clearly. "

Mother!" It turned out he had never forgotten the hatred; those painful fragments had never been swept away from his heart, but rather constantly pierced his nerves. Therefore, he staged one drama after another, finally achieving a satisfactory ending. Now, he wanted to use this bargaining chip to force us to atone. But what about me? What could I do? I repeatedly violated divine taboos, still fantasizing about surviving, but who knew I couldn't escape the retribution I deserved. "

What do you want me to do?" Chu Shuren closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "

Two paths: either you're on tomorrow's front page—a very exciting news story, isn't it? The incestuous relationship between the Chu family father and daughter—I believe no one would want to miss it. Or you publicly declare that Chu Lanxin is not your biological daughter, that she's that slut's bastard child, giving your so-called legendary love a beautiful green hat, which would also be considered giving my mother some justice." This move was truly incisive; face was the father's Achilles' heel.

Chu Songyuan's calm tone enraged my father. His face turned ashen. "You beast! You dare threaten me?

I'm just negotiating with you. The videotape is irrefutable evidence. I can even make free copies and distribute them widely." "Dad, you have a distinguished reputation. Think it over," Chu Songyuan continued cruelly, stabbing me. "

And Lan Xin?" "What is Lan Xin? She's your own sister!" Faced with Chu Songyuan's conditions, my father had no choice. He clutched his chest again, as if in unbearable pain, his face contorted.

Chu Songyuan glanced at me. "I've never considered her my sister, have I? Lan Xin, we're quite good bed partners.

" My heart felt like it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain so intense I felt nothing. So, the love I desperately wanted was this ugly and fragile. I was just a clownish character, playing a role in the most clumsy play.

My father could no longer speak. His hands, struggling to support himself against the sofa back, couldn't hold him up. He collapsed to the floor again.

I sat in the hospital room. My father was still unconscious, with various tubes inserted into his body. Perhaps being unconscious was more peaceful for him. Chu Songyuan leaned against the corner, expressionless, twirling a pen in his hand. "Dr. Wang," I called as my father's personal physician entered. Dr. Wang

glanced at his attire and gestured for us to go to his office.

"You need to be prepared," Dr. Wang said slowly. "Your father may not survive another month." How could this be? I was completely stunned.

Mr. Chu was diagnosed with stomach cancer a year and a half ago, and it had been worsening. He had asked me not to disclose this information. Now his condition is very bad, so I think you have the right to know.

I huddled in my room, having not slept for three days and three nights, yet feeling no sleepiness whatsoever. My father had just woken up. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw me, he gripped my hand tightly. I had never seen him cry before, but suddenly tears streamed down his face. "Lanxin, I've ruined your life!" he cried out in a hoarse voice, almost sobbing. Looking at my father, all the resentment, humiliation, and pain vanished in that moment. Facing my dying father, what could I blame? I wanted to think of nothing, do nothing.

A

constant ringing in my ears, and those unbearable memories drifted by one by one.

The moment my mother tumbled down the stairs… eight-year-old Chu Songyuan's disdainful voice, "Little bitch"… the lights of that dance, the dance Chu Songyuan led me in, and the scent of his cologne in the bathroom… the red wine my father gave me… my radiant smile as I called him "brother"… Chu Songyuan's mother's desperate eyes… the pain of being raped… Chu Songyuan's resolute words, "I won't marry you, you won't marry me…" And then there was his cruel destruction of everything, "We were good bed partners…" I bit my pillow, trying to suppress my sobs. Even God would laugh at me, this pathetic, despicable, and shameful person. No, this can't be, Lan Xin, you must be strong. I rushed into the bathroom, looking at the pale-faced, swollen-eyed woman in the mirror. I couldn't let myself be defeated like this. Even if I lost, I would lose gracefully! I clenched my fist, grabbed a pair of scissors, and snapped the crystal bracelet on my wrist. The beads fell one by one into the porcelain basin, clattering loudly. Was this my pointless love? I finally couldn't hold back anymore and buried my face in my arms on the sink, sobbing uncontrollably.

Three days later, at my father's request, he returned home to rest. The doctor knew there was no hope and agreed to his request. After my father fell ill, Chu Songyuan didn't go to the company. He stayed in his study, working, occasionally visiting my father, but never saying a word.

I combed my hair neatly, took a deep breath, and pushed open the study door.

Chu Songyuan was on the phone, unusually organized, managing company affairs with remarkable clarity. He put down the phone, saw me, his face twitched slightly, but quickly regained its composure. "What is it?" a cold voice asked. "

I want to talk to you." I forced myself to remain calm. I couldn't run away, I couldn't run away. I had to resolve all the problems completely.

Chu Songyuan leaned back, looking at me with a mixture of mockery and curiosity. "What do you have to talk to me about?"

I said, taking the liberty of sitting down opposite him, facing his gaze. "

What are your conditions?" He glanced at me. "

I'll give up everything from the Chu family, all my assets, and leave this place forever, promising never to interfere with your life again. Please, please let Father go. Don't force him to make any choice," I tried to make my meaning clear.

Chu Songyuan actually chuckled. "What makes you think you can?" "And why should I agree to that?" "

Father is already like this. I don't care about anything else. You can force Father to make any choice, and I can tell you the whole truth. Whether anyone believes me or not doesn't matter; such stories spread quickly." I hardened my heart and laid my cards on the table. "And if you still have a conscience, please think about everything Father has done for you. Even if he wronged your mother, he has now received his due. Plus, you can get an extra half of the inheritance."

Chu Songyuan closed his eyes and pondered for five minutes, then stared at me intently, his face full of disdain and hatred. "You still care about the old man, huh? Fine, deal!"

Deal. My heart could no longer bear the burden. I opened my eyes wide, trying to hold back the tears, and stood up steadily, walking towards the door.

"Lan Xin," he suddenly called me. I stopped. "It's nothing, you can go."

I stepped out of the study and ran wildly towards my room. One more second, and I would have gone mad.

I closed the door and began to laugh wildly. For all those who had hurt me, I had given up everything.

Hurt...

I was no longer the weak Chu Lan Xin I once was. This time, I had been completely transformed, and I had even learned to laugh at all

this farce. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. My father finally didn't survive this cold winter. He left this world with a heart full of regret and unease. This could be considered the punishment for selfishly indulging his desires. He probably foresaw this ending long ago. Because of his deep guilt towards me, he arranged a final way for me before he died. I've already been accepted to a school in Australia, my visa is in order, and my tuition has been paid in advance. If I wanted, I could escape to that safe haven to heal my wounds anytime.

This place is no longer for me; after all the truth has been revealed, only hatred and deception remain. How could I bear to stay in the Chu family?

I started preparing for my trip. These trivial matters were quite troublesome; I was traveling back and forth every day, and I lost weight. But I couldn't allow myself time to stop and think. If possible, leaving the Chu family as soon as possible would be my greatest fortune.

After the funeral, I rarely had the chance to see Chu Songyuan, and I didn't know if my calloused heart would still ache when I faced him.

When night fell, I was still afraid; the uncertainty of the future kept me awake, and I felt so utterly alone. Unable to sleep, I put on thick clothes and ran to the back garden to look at the moon.

The moon cast a cold, pale light, and the slight chill in the wind only deepened my despair. I sighed, wanting to turn back to my room. I stopped. At the entrance to the back garden, Chu Songyuan leaned against the wall, wearing only a thin sweater, seemingly oblivious to the cold, gazing at me intently.

I looked back at him, and we stared at each other for a long, long time, as if centuries had passed, his eyes sparkling. Then he looked away from me, and I saw him secretly wipe his eyes, turn, and leave.

All my strength vanished instantly. "Brother, don't go," I whispered in my heart, tears streaming down my face. So, so, I still couldn't forget him.

My departure procedures were proceeding smoothly, and Chu Songyuan never bothered me again. That night felt like a dream; sometimes I think it was just a scene I imagined because I was too heartbroken. The plane tickets were already booked. In a week, I would leave this place of sorrow forever. I began packing.

I spent my life here from age five to twenty-one. I fondly touched everything in the room, no matter what kind of life it was, that's how I got through it. *Crack*, the sound of shattering glass came from the study. I was startled.

I gently pushed open the study door. Chu Songyuan, who never drank, lay on the sofa, his face flushed, a puddle of broken glass mixed with red wine on the floor beside him. "Lan Xin, Lan Xin," he murmured. I

knelt beside him tenderly, carefully examining his sharply defined face, not wanting to miss a single detail. This man I loved so deeply, without reservation, had been deeply etched into my life from the moment I called him "brother," an imprint that would last a lifetime.

Lan Xin, is that you? Chu Songyuan slightly opened his eyes. He stared at me blankly for a long time, then pulled me into his arms, refusing to let go. "Don't leave me, Lan Xin." He kissed me with all his might, as if trying to suck all the air out of my body.

I could hardly breathe, but so be it. Even if I disappeared into your arms, I would be willing. Finally, he released me, calling my name in a choked voice, "Lan Xin, what should I do? Tell me! For the past ten years, you've been a thorn in my heart, pricking me and I can't pull it out. What should I do with you?

Is that so? Am I still in your heart?"

The Ending:

Chu Songyuan and I were entangled on the carpet, making love passionately. Our skin pressed tightly together, burning like fire, until the entire night's intimacy exhausted us both. Finally, he rolled over onto me, looking at the ceiling and softly said, "If I could have let go six years ago, I would have taken you to a place where no one knows us, to have our own happiness."

Six years ago? I turned away in despair, not wanting to hear anymore. Yes, we had already missed the spring of life, endured so much hurt, how could we turn back from those thorny paths?

I put on my clothes and silently left the study.

The plane was about to take off. Chu Songyuan hadn't come. I was dragging my luggage, preparing to board, when a boy with big eyes ran over, looking me up and down earnestly, and said, "Are you Sister Lanxin? Someone asked me to give this to you." In his small hand, he held a small blue velvet box. I took it. "Where is he?" "He left ten minutes ago."

The plane flew over the Pacific Ocean. Inside was a beautiful, dazzling ring and a note: "Lanxin, I don't have the courage to keep you, but I've tied my freedom to you because I promised you. This is my wedding ring. Whether you marry or not, I won't marry.

" What is this? Is it to bind me forever? The tears I swore I would never shed again fell uncontrollably.

Four years later.

Springtime.

Chu Lanxin, is your manuscript finished? "Ready for publication!" the editor-in-chief called again. "Almost done," I quickly typed the last sentence, "OK." Six months ago, after graduating from the University of Melbourne, I returned to China and applied for a job as a reporter at this women's magazine. Nobody here knows me, and my busy life is fulfilling; I like this kind of life.

The editor-in-chief tilted his head, looking at the manuscript. I glanced around; the usually noisy magazine office was practically empty except for the two of us. This magazine office, oh, only had the editor-in-chief—a man. They say three women make a drama, and these women would never stop making noise unless they broke my eardrums. This quietness was unprecedented. "All out on the front lines?" The editor-in-chief glanced at me. "What? All going to the meeting room to see handsome men? Today's big client is the focus of all the women in the city, a diamond bachelor. These cats smelling the fish don't even want a bite." The editor-in-chief's sour tone made me chuckle. "

Which focus?" I looked towards the meeting room, and sure enough, a bunch of brightly dressed women surrounded the meeting room door. "

They're coming out, they're coming out," they scattered like birds.

I looked over curiously, and the person who came out was incredibly familiar. His gaze was fixed on me.

He walked towards me, and my heart began to pound, but I managed a calm smile.

I knew I wouldn't lose, because no matter what happened in the future, I could honestly face myself and the future.

Postscript:

Chu Songyuan's words:

That was a thorn in my heart, pricking me painfully yet impossible to remove.

That thorn was planted when I was eight years old. She, this five-year-old little girl, stole my father, and I saw my mother's endless tears every night. That little bitch! But her feigned ignorance was actually kind of cute, which made me even angrier.

I didn't want to stay in this lifeless, stifling house. But why did I always feel a longing to go home? Did I want to see that little girl who grew more beautiful every day? Her pure, girlish aura made me want to glance at her, but she seemed completely indifferent. How could this be? Weren't we sworn enemies?

Under the lights, she looked like a little princess. Her small hands were soft and cool. Actually, I was so nervous dancing with her, I didn't even dare to look at her for long. But so many flies were buzzing around her, it almost made me faint with anger. In the bathtub, naked, she was like a lotus emerging from the water, I couldn't control myself. What had I done? That's my sister!

Yes, she's my sister, but when she called me "brother," why did my heart feel so resentful, so painful? She was like a pure little angel, I wanted to protect her, to make her happy.

How could this happen, her and Father? If I could, I wish I hadn't seen anything. She, whom I cherished like a precious jewel, whom I wouldn't let be tainted by even a speck of dust, had become so shameless. I was filled with hatred and jealousy, almost to the point of madness. These two murderers, they even joined forces to kill my poor mother.

I wanted revenge, to truly turn her into a woman, but this thorn was piercing me so painfully.

She was even more beautiful, with a touch of mature charm, in my arms it felt almost unreal. No, I can't be soft-hearted. She still has an unclear relationship with my father, and I'm about to lose control.

Everything I planned was perfect; they'll have to pay for their actions. But why does my heart ache so much? I pushed her back into my father's arms; doing so is bleeding my heart. What about her heart? For my father, she's willing to give up everything. What am I then?

Is she leaving? Leaving me forever? What am I to do? I'm losing my will to live.

But what right do I have to keep her?

She's back. I wanted to see her. She looked at me and smiled.

I just wanted to tell her that from the moment she walked through the door at age five, I fell in love with her, and I'll love her for the rest of my life.

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