The family affection of mature women

The next day, I was startled awake by a phone call around 10 a.m. It was my ex-wife calling to ask when I would visit the child. I glanced at Jinglan, who was sleeping like a child, and couldn't bear to wake her, so I quietly got up and left.
As soon as I entered Sijin's house, I saw her expectant gaze. Without pausing, I picked up the child. She stared at me with her big eyes, as if saying, "Who are you? Are you my dad? Why don't you come and hold me more often?" Suddenly, her little mouth broke into a smile, revealing two newly emerging baby teeth, and her chubby little hands gripped the buttons of my shirt. My heart ached, and I wanted to cry. What an adorable child! Did I deserve to be her father? I gently kissed the child's chubby cheek and reluctantly put her down.
"Zidong, I want to discuss something with you," Sijin said. I reluctantly handed the child to the nanny and went upstairs with her.
"The PLA Academy of Arts wants to transfer me to their folk dance department. I'd like to hear your opinion." My heart warmed, and I felt deeply ashamed. She still treated me like her man, but the man in front of her had just been with another woman; he didn't deserve her trust. "
I think you should make your own decision, but I personally recommend you go. After all, there are more performance opportunities in the military, and there are many high-level teachers there. You can improve your skills."
"That's what I think too. They told me to complete the procedures after my long leave." She nodded.
When I arrived, Sijin was practicing. She hadn't changed her white dance shoes and black leggings, and she wore a white long-sleeved t-shirt. Her hair was haphazardly tied in a bun at the back of her head, and her face was sweaty, radiating vitality.
"Sijin, I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately... I haven't been able to come often. Did you have a good Mid-Autumn Festival?... I will definitely try to get back to you and our child as soon as possible." I gently hugged her, wiped the sweat from her face, and said with immense guilt. Her body was so light, as if she would never gain weight. Unconsciously, her tears soaked my chest. I even felt a strange resentment towards W: how much better it would be if you weren't in my sight.
Despite being extremely tired, I mustered my strength to comfort her physically; no one is immune to such feelings, and this kind of solace is irreplaceable.
"Sijin, you've been driving that Polo for several years now, haven't you? I ordered you a Saab 9-3 Wagon; I think it would suit you perfectly." I remembered the Wei sisters buying cars, and I couldn't let Sijin down. Sijin
didn't refuse; perhaps she desperately needed this comfort.
The next day, we went to the Saab dealership to order the car, and she chose a gold one. Jingzhu's best quality is her lack of concern for money. After we got married, she gave me most of the money I gave her. We don't usually have many expenses, and with a considerable amount of "black gold" (money), we had nearly two million yuan. We bought two cars, added some more for Jinglan's car, and still had seven or eight hundred thousand yuan left.
After booking the car, I went to Oriental Plaza and unexpectedly ran into Consort Song at the Dior boutique.
"Oh, Director Yang, you're shopping too? This place only has women's clothing. Buying something for Sister Ruan?" She stopped talking when she saw Si Jin and the child beside me.
"Teacher Wan is here too. This is your child." Si Jin often choreographed folk dances for their group, so we knew each other. Si Jin greeted her awkwardly.
I immediately realized something was wrong and quickly pulled Consort Song aside. "Hey, Consort Song, you…you absolutely mustn't tell Old Ruan, okay? I have no choice. My ex-wife and I really have nothing going on; it's all for the sake of the child. If Old Ruan finds out…you see, last time it was because of me looking after the child that things got heated. I'll treat you and Old Luo to dinner another day." I tried desperately to explain, but I didn't know how to bring it up.
Consort Song repeatedly promised not to tell, and I was slightly relieved.
I bought Sijin a lot of clothes: Hermes, Burberry, Chanel clothes and bags, Longines, Chopard watches, Revlon, Estée Lauder cosmetics, "Poison" and "Opium" perfumes—I bought whatever I saw, whatever was expensive, as if I couldn't make up for my guilt towards her otherwise. One swipe of my card, and 280,000 yuan was gone!
For the next few days, Sijin and I lived like husband and wife, time seemed to have turned back. We spent almost every day being intimate; material compensation wasn't enough, emotional comfort was what she truly needed. My wallet and body were completely drained, but I felt satisfied, finally having done right by Sijin.
After the long holiday, W came back and was shocked to see me.
"Zidong, what happened? Are you sick? You look terrible," she asked in surprise.
"Nothing, probably just missing you, I can't eat or sleep well," I said casually. Looking in the mirror, my eyes were sunken, my cheeks were hollow, and my face was ashen—I looked like a consumptive. Sigh, these past few days have almost drained me of my energy by Wei Jin and his ex-wife. I'm so tired I can barely walk. Luckily, W didn't ask too many questions.
"How was the performance?"
"It was all booked by the company, so what's the point of talking about performance?" she replied listlessly.
"If that guy knew you played his wife, he'd be laughing in his sleep."
"Do you think everyone treats me like a treasure like you do?"

After dinner, I lay exhausted on the bed, silently praying: Honey, please, please don't torment me anymore. Thankfully, Jingzhu slept peacefully, showing no intention of practicing. Maybe she's lost interest in me too, and besides, she's in her forties, her body doesn't get excited so easily anymore. Anyway, as long as she doesn't cause trouble, it's fine.
"Hey, Zidong, I still don't understand why you like me so much. Logically speaking, you could find someone much younger and prettier than me, an actress wouldn't be a problem, but why do you insist on marrying me? I really can't understand it, can you tell me?" She couldn't sleep and was just trying to make conversation.
"Never mind all that, just know I love you. Why are you acting like a sentimental little girl?"
"I just want to know... I'm really not that old, I can still look good."
"Of course, how could my wife not be beautiful? If she weren't beautiful, would I... you?"
"Jingzhu, do actors have to pass the national level two Mandarin test?"
"Yes."
"Then read me the pronunciation of 'ruan' slowly, I'm testing your pronunciation."
"Ri-wan-ruan"
"Not quite accurate."
"Oh, it should be read as Ri-wan-an-ruan, right?"
"I didn't understand, read it again."
"So silly, it's Ri-wan-an-ruan."
"Yes, it's Ri-wan-an-ruan, actually more accurate is Ri-wan-ni-ruan." I deliberately lengthened the syllables and couldn't help but laugh.
"You, you're such a scoundrel!" She suddenly realized, her face flushed, her expression alluring. She pounded my chest with her small hands. If I hadn't been so tired these past few days, I would have pinned her down.
I grabbed her hands to keep her still, biting my lip and staring intently at her, saying, "Jingzhu, the more I look at you, the more beautiful you become. I really thank you for marrying me, otherwise I would regret it for the rest of my life."
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm ignoring you." She turned over and went to sleep, just like a girl experiencing her first love.
I wasn't so bored as to resort to dirty jokes for humor; I just felt a rift had formed between Jingzhu and me, the only reason being, of course, my daughter. We both understood that this was a time bomb buried in our marriage. Only she held the same important place in my heart as Jingzhu, and Jingzhu clearly felt this threat. As the passion slowly faded, life became increasingly bland. I tried to create little episodes from time to time to add some color to these increasingly bleak days, regardless of the effect.
Our sex life became less and less frequent, maybe once or twice a week, each time a simple, repetitive affair, even the positions were exactly the same. Maybe other couples are like this too, we just haven't gotten used to it yet.
A few days ago, Jingzhu suddenly bought a lot of highly nutritious food, saying she wanted to "gain weight for autumn," eating medicinal meals at every meal, almost like Li Baoku. Her body's demands also increased, forcing me to stay there a little longer each time, probably a sign of premenopause, her mood swings became unpredictable, and I paid a heavy price for my carelessness.
In the following days, she seemed unwell, her face was always hot, her temperature wasn't high, she started craving spicy and sour foods, and there were no bright red sanitary napkins left in the bathroom trash can. I've seen pigs run before, she's pregnant! I couldn't believe it!
I decided to talk to her.
"Jingzhu, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" I went straight to the point.
"Yes, I'm pregnant, I want to have a child of our own, you know why, I will never abort it," Jingzhu said calmly.
The bolt from the blue finally struck. I felt like a wounded wolf, consumed by rage, yet with no one to vent
my anger on. "You...you're going to have an abortion tomorrow, or we'll get a divorce. If you don't think about me, at least think about yourself! Do you know how dangerous childbirth is at your age?!" I was beyond furious.
"Absolutely not. Even if we divorce, I've consulted a doctor, and they said there's nothing seriously wrong with my body," Jingzhu replied with unusual firmness, as if she knew I couldn't live without her. My vision blurred, the world spun around me. How could this be? I hadn't even noticed her scheme. So clever all my life, yet so foolish this time! A lesson learned the hard way.

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