A cool, mature woman

Consort Song still maintained a certain air of authority, and none of the women dared to joke with her. Only Jingzhu looked displeased; she knew my audacity was boundless.
"Director Yang, will you show us your culinary skills again today? I was so disappointed I couldn't come last time," Old Wang said with a smile.
"I really can't today. I'm too tired; I can't even lift a cleaver. How about we go to 'South Beauty'? It's been so long; I really miss their Sichuan cuisine."
"Xiao Ruan, Director Yang is doing heavy lifting. Why don't you help him? Look how tired he is; he hasn't rested all night. You have to learn to take things easy," Old Su said with a mischievous grin, glancing sideways at Jingzhu, making her blush.
"Sister Su, what nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Che isn't even married yet."
"I think we should all pitch in today and let Director Yang see our skills, so she won't keep saying we can only sing, not cook," Xiao Wang suggested.
A group of women busied themselves, and soon a table of fragrant food was served. I tasted it, and wow, it tasted like pig swill! I forced myself to eat a little.
After everyone left, Jingzhu asked, "What are you and Xiao Song up to? I advise you not to get any ideas, or you'll regret it."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I really asked her for a favor. I know what's important. Besides, I can't even satisfy a tigress like you. I don't have the energy to fight her. I want to live a few more years." I feigned innocence.
Last night, I completely aroused Jingzhu's deepest desires, and I knew the days ahead would be even harder. That evening, after feeding the baby, Jingzhu started teasing me again.
"Zidong, give me a shoulder massage." She was only wearing an undergarment, no bra (for convenience while breastfeeding), her cleavage was deep, her hair was slightly curled, her pretty face was fair, and she wore a faint smile. She had a naturally beautiful face, both attractive and alluring. My heart was churning, but I just couldn't get down there; I was truly exhausted.
"Zi Dong, I... I know you're too tired, I won't bother you anymore. How about this, you hold me while we sleep, but... I don't want to wear clothes." What a creative idea!
Before I could even speak, Jingzhu moved, her smooth, white body tightly embracing me, one leg draped over me, gently swaying.
"Honey, should I take some medicine? Seeing you like this really hurts me."
"No, this is too damaging to your body. What if there are any aftereffects?" she said excitedly, kissing me several times on the cheek.
The next day, Old Zhao and his wife, Old Liu, came to visit. Old Zhao was the editor-in-chief of a media outlet under my company, and his wife, Old Liu, was a director at the company's television drama center. Both were good at mainstream works, the kind I particularly looked down on.
The couple were extremely polite to me, addressing me as "Director Yang" despite being decades older than me. Did they also know about my secret relationship with Minister Leng? Impossible, we're always very careful.
Old Zhao wrote a play for Jingzhu, planning to have his wife direct it. Well, they've started a husband-and-wife business.
After two days of rest, my energy was fully restored.
Jingzhu was wearing a bright red Chanel halter-neck nightgown tonight. Her ample breasts stretched the nightgown tightly, revealing her two full, smooth, snow-white, taut thighs. She smelled faintly of lilies, with white teeth, red lips, and smiling almond eyes, resembling Penelope Cruz in the Spanish film *Volver*. Before we married, she never wore a dress, looking like a nun. Now, I've trained her to be a lady by day and a mature woman by night—a very successful transformation.
I skipped the preliminaries and went straight to the point, without even taking off her clothes. Holding that mature, warm, and soft body, I used every trick in the book, reaching a climax before I was still not satisfied.
"Zidong, no, no, come out quickly! I haven't had an IUD, and I haven't had any morning-after pills." I was in the extreme excitement of the climax, and by the time I came out, I had already ejaculated most of it. I should have just stayed in the first place.
"It's all your fault, all your fault! You had to do it inside. You'd die if you didn't! The men get to enjoy it, and the women suffer. Get up and go buy the medicine!" she pushed me.
I didn't want to get up from Jingzhu's soft, fragrant body, but the thought of getting a perfect shot was a huge problem, so I reluctantly got dressed and went to buy the medicine.
At work, Minister Leng Ling called me to her office. I was uneasy, wondering what it was about. Did she want to call me again...? Thinking this, I went to her office.
"Xiao Yang, sit down. I called you here today to tell you that the organization is planning to appoint you as the deputy director of the Film Bureau. Do you have confidence? I believe you can do it." Then she whispered to me, "Don't make a fuss. The announcement won't be made until tomorrow. I heard from Xiao Song that you want to replace Director Zhao. You should save your breath. Even I'm not sure I can do it."
"Leng... Sister Leng, don't listen to Xiao Song's nonsense. That woman is unreliable. I was just joking with her," I explained.
"By the way, you're coming to Hong Kong with me for a meeting the day after tomorrow. Your bureau is the main focus," she said with a smile. I felt a surge of nervousness; I was about to suffer.
It should be said that Leng Ling played a significant role in my current position. She single-handedly hired me during the civil service exam interview, and my rapid promotions were also a result of her influence. Of course, all of this came at a price; I was always her secret lover.
Leng Ling was decent-looking, possessing a high-ranking official's air that most women lack—reserved, composed, and fair-skinned and dignified. Of course, she couldn't compare to Jing Zhu, and she was also a bit older; even with my somewhat unconventional tastes, she seemed a little too familiar. The first time we slept together, she told me I looked remarkably like her high school boyfriend. Because of the Cultural Revolution, her entire family was sent to the countryside, and her boyfriend went overseas and hadn't been heard from since, making him an unresolved unresolved issue for her. What
I remember most vividly is our first tryst, at her home in Oriental Provence.
At first, I really didn't know what she wanted, and I had a vague idea of her purpose, but I didn't think about it too deeply.
At first, she managed to maintain her composure, chatting about everyday things. But after a few drinks, she couldn't control herself anymore, clinging to me and refusing to let go. Under the influence of alcohol, I loosened up my grip as well. "What minister? You're just a young chick now. Your body's still okay, not obviously out of shape, just your skin's noticeably looser." During our encounter, Leng Ling kept crying, repeatedly calling out her boyfriend's name, saying, "Wen Kang, I've finally found you! I'll never let you go again!"
Afterwards, she sobered up and, seeing us naked and entangled, was still a little embarrassed. "I'm not afraid," she thought, "what are you, a middle-aged woman, afraid of?" Back then, I was young, unmarried, and unfamiliar with Beijing. I didn't know where to find such a place, but Leng Ling was there to soothe my heat and cool me down, and also a chance to reconnect—not bad at all.
From then on, I became much bolder. Every time we met, I was very proactive. Most leaders like to pretend to be reserved; you have to understand, right? Her husband is a researcher in comparative literature at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, frequently traveling abroad to lecture and attend seminars, which inadvertently created favorable conditions for us. One time, when we were in the middle of something exciting, Leng Ling's daughter, who was studying at an art academy, suddenly came home. We only realized what was happening when she went upstairs. Leng Ling was terrified; we hadn't even locked the door since we lived in a villa area. If her daughter had suddenly pushed the door open, we would have been caught red-handed. I told her to hold her daughter off while I quietly ran downstairs. I never dared to do it at her house again, and I was even more worried about doing it outside. A few times, we did it while traveling for work in other cities or countries.
After I got married, I gradually reduced the number of times I met with Leng Ling. To keep me, she even wanted to marry her daughter to me, but the girl was really ugly, and I was in love with Jingzhu, so I politely declined. My mother had her way with me before letting her daughter have her way with me—that's too much of a bullying!
Soon after, my mother came to visit us from Shanghai. She was still resentful about my marriage to Jingzhu, and she didn't even come when Jingzhu gave birth. Jingzhu's parents always criticized me for this. I told my mother that if she didn't come, I wouldn't let the child call her grandma, and only then did she come to Beijing.
"Mom, you're here." Jingzhu greeted my mother casually. My mother felt bad too. "Jingzhu, I'm so sorry I couldn't be here when you gave birth. I was on a visiting trip to Germany with my students and just got back. I was incredibly busy, but my daughter-in-law and granddaughter are more important than anything else. I would have been out of my mind if I hadn't come."
"Mom, it's alright, you're here now." Seeing my mother's apologetic expression, Jingzhu didn't dare to give her a cold shoulder.
That evening, the two families met. Jingzhu's parents, Jinglan, and Jingwei all came. They were all impressed by my mother. In Beijing, you rarely see such elegant, poised, and well-mannered women. My mother really made me look good. Later, Jinglan told me, "No wonder you like older women. It turns out your mother didn't breastfeed you or hold you when you were little. You lacked maternal love, and your mother seemed otherworldly." My mom mentioned again that he was a violin teacher at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, and that he was classmates with Yu Lina, Sheng Zhongguo, and Tang Muhai. This shocked his family. "So what if he's a deputy military-level officer
in the General Logistics Department? He won't even let your daughter marry me! With my family's background, where would we find someone like that?" The next day, my mom met Sijin and our daughter Zichun again. She still preferred Sijin; they were both in the arts, had common interests, and Sijin was young and beautiful. The two women talked and cried, and I was moved to tears too.
"Sijin, Zidong is sorry, but please don't worry, we'll still be family. After I retire, I'll help you take care of your child. I won't bother with this little brat anymore."

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