Playing with mature women

“Men are born actors sometimes. Look at your ‘performance’ on set, listening to your confessions makes me want to vomit. You’re all scum, including you. By the way, during the break, I heard you whispering about ‘child bride.’ Were you talking about me? Old Zhang also mentioned ‘Bingbing’ to you. What’s going on? Which Bingbing? Tell me.” Jingzhu interrogated me while watching TV.
“Oh, Old Zhang wants to invite that Bingbing to act in a TV series. The role is a child bride at the beginning. He asked me what I thought, whether I was suitable. He wasn’t talking about you. Don’t be so suspicious. You look younger than me. If you didn’t know, people would believe I was his sister.” It seems my lying skills have reached a high level, flowing effortlessly and without leaving a trace. This kind of skill isn’t something you can learn in a day or two. It’s something forced upon me by life. I don’t know who’s so mean as to give Jingzhu the nickname “child bride.” Mainly because she looks much older than me. I can’t let Jingzhu know, or I don’t know how she’ll punish me.
"Why don't they ask Lao Gao or Lao Chen? They're only asking you. There must be something fishy going on. I know your problem; you want to take a bite out of any pretty girl you see. Let me tell you, don't let me catch you doing anything wrong, or you'll be in big trouble." It seems Jingzhu is trying to trick me, playing games with me. Honey, you're so naive. I almost laughed. But I have to say, Jingzhu's silly cuteness is what attracts me, what makes me feel close to her, a bit like "Susan" from "Desperate Housewives," even needing her daughter to remind her to bring "Durex" on dates. When I was with Xinyi, even when we were mutually attracted, I never had this indescribable intimacy. There was always an invisible barrier between us.
"Jingzhu, I don't mind if you lack confidence in me, but why don't you have confidence in yourself? Do you think you're not as pretty as that Bingbing? To be honest, even if you didn't shower for six months or wash your hair for a year, you'd still be a hundred times prettier than that girl. You don't need to doubt my judgment of women. Haven't you noticed? I don't even dare let you dress up too nicely to go out. Why? I'm worried. In all of Beijing, from eighteen to eighty men, which one isn't eyeing you? How can I trust you? And I don't dare go out with you either. Why? I'm afraid people will think: 'Why did this guy marry such a fairy? I'm so jealous!' Maybe one day I'll get hit with a brick. Do you think being your husband is easy? It's more dangerous than being a coal miner or an Iraqi. And you're jealous over Bingbing? Aren't you just being dramatic?" Jingzhu laughed so hard she was shaking, and kept hitting me.
"Hey, Zidong, why is Bingbing so popular now? She's on magazine covers, in the headlines, and getting ads one after another. I haven't seen her that pretty, nor have I seen her create any classic characters. She's just young, isn't she?" I could tell there was a hint of sourness in my voice. It's understandable; Jingzhu has been working in the entertainment industry for almost twenty years, still a long-time lurker. It's normal for her to complain a little.
"Jingzhu, don't envy her. People have to work hard to achieve things."
"What nonsense are you spouting now? You can't forget your rascal ways even in death." Jingzhu laughed and playfully hit me. This time her reaction was quick; she's definitely been trained.
"Oh, sister, what did I say? You, you... I've noticed you're getting more and more cynical. It's a perfectly normal sentence, how can you make such wild associations? When did you become so bad? It's all because of the internet, isn't it? If you become like this, I won't dare go out on the street anymore. Those single women will gang up on me!" I retorted, and she just smiled foolishly, speechless.
"Jingzhu, to be honest, do you want to become famous while you're young? If you're willing, I guarantee you'll be on the cover of all kinds of fashion magazines, featured on all the major TV entertainment programs, and all the major websites will be buzzing with you. I'll make your blog's hits surpass Han Han and Dong Lu's within a month. If all else fails, we can go on 'Art Life,' 'Women of the World,' 'A Date with Luyu,' and we won't even go on local TV shows—we can't afford to lose face like that.
If that's not enough, we can get Lou Ye, Zhang Ming, Jia Zhangke, Li Hongzhang, Lao Lu, and the like to do it. " I'm making a purely art film; I'd rather die than make a commercial film. If I put my heart into it, I might win a few awards, big or small. You could walk the red carpets at Venice, Berlin, and Cannes—even though Liu Cixin and Yu Zheng are far less accomplished than you, they've done it, haven't they? We won't go to Moscow or Tokyo, and domestic films, Hong Kong, or Taiwan are out of the question. With a bit of luck, maybe I could even walk the red carpet at the Kodak Theatre and achieve the feat of 'breaking out of Hengdian and heading to Hollywood.' Then, you should throw away those moldy, worthless trophies you have. After all, this kind of 'you have it, I have it, we all have it' game... What do you need it for? We have a whole bunch in our warehouse, all rusted. If you want, I'll bring you a few to play with.
If that doesn't work, then we'll have to stir up some scandals, romantic encounters, lawsuits, and stuff like that. Don't worry, we have a team that specializes in this; we guarantee we won't fail. Or how about we take a different approach and publish a book? I've already thought of a title: "Suddenly No Longer Confused" or "That Year, That Month." The content is already there; it's on my blog.
If you want to advertise, Old Wang has plenty—all big brands. We don't want money; it's just for fun. "
Speaking of advertising, Jingzhu twisted my face hard. 'You still have the nerve to mention advertising? If you hadn't tricked me into doing advertising, I wouldn't have fallen for your tricks. Sometimes I think you're really insidious and vicious. If it weren't for the fact that you've been good to me these past two years, I would never forgive you. I'm not interested in any of this. Go promote Bingbing or Feifei. I've finally learned how you scoundrels deceive young girls.'
I had completely forgotten that I first tricked her into meeting me by using advertising as a pretext, and that's how we ended up where we are now.
'Jingzhu, I swear to God, the first time I did *that* to you, I was actually more scared than you. Think about it, I dared to do that for you. If I didn't love you to the core, who would dare?' Seeing that my flattery had backfired, I quickly hugged Jingzhu and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Jingzhu wasn't really angry, after all, so much time had passed."
"Jingzhu, um, the first time I made my move on you, how did you feel? How did you feel about me? To be honest, I felt pretty good about myself. I was so young and handsome back then. Didn't you feel a little smug,
like you were taking advantage of me?" I whispered in her ear, still holding her close, rubbing her cheek as I spoke, my hands roaming over her body. "I really can't find the words to describe your shamelessness. Your lewdness has exceeded human limits. Maybe Mars is more suitable for you. Take your hands off me, Zidong, don't do this, don't wake the baby." Jingzhu's face flushed crimson from my words, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, struggling but powerless.
"No, I won't let you go until you tell me today." My curiosity was piqued.
"Let me tell you, it felt awful. Feeling good is just pathetic, isn't it? Am I that pathetic? Think about it, how could I feel good after what you did to me? But I admit you were quite handsome back then, humorous, refined, cultured, young and promising. My first impression was good; otherwise, I would never have bothered with you later. If you hadn't been so desperate, maybe I would have… You were such a good actor back then, even bringing tears to my eyes. I was completely fooled by your performance, genuinely believing you were deeply in love with me. But now… never mind. Anyway, you have to treat me well from now on..." "Okay, the trauma you caused me is too great, too great for you to ever make up for in your lifetime. But thinking about it, you were pretty shameless back then. I remember the first time you came to my house, you wanted to help my mom cook. What business was it of yours? You even wanted to call her 'Mom,' thinking about it now makes me laugh." Jingzhu smiled happily.
"Why are you here again? Didn't we say we weren't allowed to talk about the past? Oh, sorry, I brought it up first, Jingzhu, really, I wanted to ask you what I am most attractive to you." I don't know why, but today it seems like I have so much to say, maybe things I've never said before, all accumulated until today.
"And the thing that attracts me the most, which is really self-aggrandizing, is the thing I dislike the least. But thinking about it carefully, it's hard to say. It's all your fault for being so audacious. You didn't care whether I wanted it or not and just did *that* to me the moment we met. I know you wanted to get it over with quickly, but you should have given me some time to think. Now look what happened, I was forced to marry you without even realizing it. After the marriage, I still didn't understand why I married you. Later, I suddenly realized that I had been tricked by you, but it was too late. I guess I'll just have to make do. What else can I do but get a divorce?
But thinking about it later, apart from being a bit lustful, you're quite outstanding. I can understand. You know, men, especially those in your position, can't stay away from a little bit of sex."
"And you're so witty, that's probably one of the things that attracts me. My friends always laugh uncontrollably when they come over, and I've gradually come to enjoy it too.
To be honest, there are other things that attract me. For example, your good looks, your knowledge, your talent, including your cunning… and of course, your status. Women are all a little vain, and my friends are quite envious of me, always asking me for advice on how to snag a rich husband." Jingzhu was coaxed into revealing many of her innermost thoughts.
"Oh, Jingzhu, you're quite the actor. You had so much to say to me? Looks like I have to use some tricks to get you to talk." I was a little carried away. "
You, you shameless bastard! You've played me again! Looks like you won't give up until you've exhausted me. Today I don't care about anything else, I'll make you pay for this in blood!" Jingzhu was both angry and ashamed, and she pounced on me. I didn't expect people to be so strong when they're angry; she knocked me down onto the bed in one go.
"I'll let you play me, I'll let you play me, and I'll let you taste what it's like to be ravaged." "She kept pulling off my clothes as she spoke. I used to do this all the time, but now that the roles were reversed, I really didn't know what to do. Suddenly, Jingzhu stopped. After all, it was her first time, and she had no experience, so she didn't know where to start. She was panting, her face flushed, pouting, and lying on top of me with a half-smile, half-crying expression. She said aggrievedly, 'Please don't do this again, okay? Otherwise, I'll never tell you the truth again. I'm your wife, you know? A wife is meant to be cherished, not played with. This is the last time. It's no fun doing this all the time.'
Seeing her aggrieved look, I felt I couldn't continue like this. 'Jingzhu, I'm sorry. I swear to Confucius, if I ever play with you again, I'll become Ximen Qing.' Jingzhu laughed. 'Ximen Qing, dreaming! Too bad Pan Jinlian has been dead for hundreds of years.'" "
Jingzhu, stop joking around. To be honest, you're truly a rare and wonderful wife. I've never regretted being with you, really. I'm so grateful for what you said; it was so important to me. If you had told me sooner, we wouldn't have had those little disagreements." I wasn't acting anymore; it was a genuine outpouring of emotion.
Jingzhu actually shed tears, "plop," "plop," all over my face. Women are so easily moved.
"You...you...I don't even know what to say about you. You're like my nemesis from a past life. It's only been a little over two years since I met you, but it feels like half a lifetime has passed. If you ever dare to betray me, I'll kill you." Jingzhu feigned a gritted-teeth expression, both laughable and endearing. I wanted to laugh but dared not; her demeanor bore no resemblance to anger. Her
almond-shaped eyes were misty with tears, making her appear even more tender. I kissed her cheek; the tears even had a hint of sweetness.
At this moment, no prelude was needed; everything was understood without words. "What boundless, intoxicating love can be found only in dreams of misty willows?" I knew that Jingzhu and I had reached a point of perfect harmony, inseparable for life.

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