Indulgent mature woman

"Dinner's ready
!" Dad called from outside the door.
"Dongdong, Dad made your favorite crystal shrimp, braised pork with bamboo shoots, and braised yellow croaker. Where in Beijing can you find such authentic Shanghainese food? You must be craving it!" I noticed Jingzhu was a little neglected, so I said, "Honey, hurry up and eat. Dad made all this for us." I kept putting food on her plate. My parents exchanged glances, pursed their lips, and shook their heads.
Jingzhu clearly felt her parents' neglect, especially her mother, who had that ridiculous sense of superiority typical of Shanghainese. Even though Jingzhu was an actress, she wasn't good enough for her. I really regretted bringing W along. We stayed for two days and then said goodbye. As we left, Mom kept saying, "Jingzhu, you're older than Dongdong, take good care of him. My son has never been able to do anything since he was little, and we're always worried about him." Ah, the hearts of parents are always the same. Jingzhu
ignored me the whole way home; I knew she was still angry. I comforted her, saying, "In the future, if you don't agree, we won't come again, so you won't suffer."
"No matter what, they are your parents. Try to come by yourself in the future."
Seeing that she was in low spirits, I talked to her about other things.
"Honey, do you remember the first time I saw you at an awards ceremony a few years ago? I was so excited I was trembling. Looking at your beautiful face that broke my heart, I really wanted to pull you into my arms, give you a storm of passionate kisses, and then hold your saliva-covered face in my hands and say: Jingzhu, you'll never know how much I love you, you'll never understand why I love you, and I don't understand why I love you so much either, but I just love you so much. I've poured my heart and soul into you for ten years, all for this day."
"Stop talking nonsense. I remember you were quite young, maybe a deputy director, but those eyes of yours were always looking at me like that, lecherous. I never imagined you'd treat me like that… Sigh, I must have owed you something in my past life. People at work always tease me about how I seduced you, you've ruined me. I can't even bring myself to say anything about your lewd behavior."
After May Day, life returned to normal.
The food in the company cafeteria was terrible, maybe it's the same all over the country. After lunch, Xiao Chu, the newly hired employee, said, "Director Yang, a new French restaurant just opened across the street. I'll treat you to foie gras."
"How could I let a girl like you treat me? I'll pay. I heard the acceptance rate for your position is one in three thousand. You're really something, much harder than we were back then. Why did you apply for this position? With your grades, you could easily get into the Ministry of Finance or the People's Bank of China—those are lucrative fields." We talked as we walked downstairs.
"Don't laugh, Director Yang, I applied for this position because I wanted to meet actors and celebrities. Now I realize these celebrities are quite ordinary; they're very polite to us. I heard your wife is also an actress." This girl is so naive. I thought to myself, this girl isn't after any actor and planning to follow in my footsteps. They're not being polite to us, they're being polite to the power we hold.
We went into the restaurant and ordered paella, foie gras, and baguettes. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed by—it was Jinglan. She looked at us and greeted us, "Brother-in-law, having lunch?" Her eyes held a strange glint. This is bad. Xiao Chu is young, and although she's not as pretty as Jing Zhu, youth is an asset. She's good-looking, fashionable, and knowledgeable, and we get along well. If Jing Lan misunderstands, it'll be troublesome.
"Your sister-in-law is quite pretty, an actress too, right? It seems your sister-in-law must be a beauty," Xiao Chu asked. I gave a vague answer, thinking about how to deal with Jing Lan and her sister.
Sure enough, Jing Lan came to my house that evening, ostensibly to see us, but actually to check on what happened at noon and see if her sister and I had a falling out.
Ever since Jing Lan witnessed my shameless behavior at her parents' house, she's ignored me. She was cold and indifferent to me, a complete change from before. It seems she's very disappointed in me.
"Brother-in-law, you live a very carefree life, eating French food every day and having beautiful women by your side. Being an official is great! When are you taking my sister to eat French food?" Jing Lan launched her attack.
"Why are you making a fuss? That's my colleague, she's still a young girl. Don't talk nonsense. Besides, she's not as pretty as your sister, nor as pretty as you. I wouldn't go looking for her even if I wanted to talk to you." Before Jinglan could speak, I started to retaliate, taking the opportunity to tease her a bit. She'd provoked me, so a little backfired.
"Sister, look at your scoundrel husband, he even goes after me!" Jinglan's face turned red with anger.
"Zidong, that's going too far, are you being silly or just pretending?" Jingzhu was so angry she was about to throw her chopsticks down. Luckily, the topic changed.
"I'm sorry, Jinglan, I shouldn't have done that, but I can't stand your slander. I've been so good to your sister, ask her if I've ever done anything to wrong her." I pretended to be very aggrieved, refusing to eat.
"Stop talking, let's eat." Jingzhu managed to smooth things over.
After dinner, I drove Jinglan home. As we were getting out of the car, Jinglan suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with tears. She looked at me and said, "Brother-in-law, my sister has really had a hard life. You don't know how much she's suffered because of you. She can't bear to be hurt anymore. Please, be good to her, okay? This is my whole family's hope."
"Jinglan, your sister and I haven't had it easy getting to where we are today either. I will cherish her. Your sister is a good woman, worth my lifelong devotion," I said sadly, seeing Jinglan's sorrowful expression.
I never expected that the usually cheerful and talkative Jinglan would have such a sensitive and loving heart. From then on, she treated me as well as before.
Jingzhu took on a new drama role, filming in Hangzhou for a month, playing a mother again. I really didn't want her to go, but staying home was boring. It was at least a career, even though I didn't think much of it; after all, she was a natural supporting actress.
"Zidong, I'll be gone for a long time this time. You must take good care of yourself. If you really can't stand it, come to Hangzhou to see me. You're such a worry," Jingzhu said, nagging me as she packed.
"Sure, as long as you're not afraid of what others will say." I thought to myself, at your age, who wouldn't be able to resist? You're just showing off a little about how good I am to you; women are all a little vain, it's understandable.
That evening, Jinglan came to my house saying she wanted a signed photo of the famous actor Zhang Liang. That was easy for me; I just had to talk to Lao Han. It's easy to talk to colleagues.
June in Beijing already had a hint of summer. She wore a white tight-fitting t-shirt and a light green pencil skirt, looking fresh and stylish, her chest proudly held high. Jinglan is the kind of woman who dares to dress and knows how to dress, something her sister lacks.
After dinner, she drank some mint liqueur. The more Jinglan drank, the more energetic she became, her face flushed, and a hint of seductiveness appeared in her eyes, making me too embarrassed to look at her. After finishing one bottle, she opened another and poured herself a full glass. I realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to snatch the glass and bottle away, not knowing what was going on. Jinglan wouldn't let go but couldn't overpower me, so she suddenly released her grip and clung to me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, Jinglan? Did something happen?" I asked hurriedly, but she was holding on so tightly that I couldn't break free for a moment.
"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, hug me, hug me, okay? Just once, just once." Jinglan cried even harder, her tears soaking my chest. I suddenly realized that her husband was the first secretary at the embassy in the Netherlands, only returning home once a year. Jinglan might have encountered something that triggered her emotions.
I regretted drinking too. Jinglan's chest kept rubbing against me, her hot body coiling around me like a snake, her lips fiercely kissing my face; she was a little drunk. I was almost losing control because of her, my mind went blank, and I kissed her fiercely in return.
"Quick, quick, Zidong, I can't take it anymore," in desperation, she started calling my name and began to try to take my belt. In my dazed state, I mistook her for her sister. The battlefield shifted to the bed, and fueled by alcohol and physical prowess, I recklessly stripped her naked. She was a few years younger than her sister, with a snow-white body, smooth, glossy skin, and a proud, full bust. We ignited completely under the influence of alcohol.
At that moment, family, reputation, future—nothing mattered anymore. I was back to square one, needing only a brutal release. The process was no less than a fierce, bloody street battle, every inch of ground fought for. Both sides were blinded by rage, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield, blood staining the earth, and smoke blackening the battle flags.
I don't know how much time passed before I opened my eyes. Jinglan was fast asleep beside me. Damn it, I'd done this shameful thing with her. If anyone knew, I'd be too ashamed to stay in Beijing. Her family would skin me alive, and worse, Jingzhu—I'd never see her again. Oh well, since it's happened, I should try to resolve it.
"Wake up, Jinglan," I pushed her forcefully. Opening her eyes, she immediately understood everything, covering her face with her hands, sobbing in anguish.
"Jinglan, you should go home."
"It's so late, where am I supposed to go?" I glanced at the clock; it was past one o'clock. There was nowhere to go.
"Ugh, what a mess! Why did I have to drink? It's all my fault." I smacked my head hard.
"Zi Dong, you, you can't be like this. It's all my fault, all my fault. I, I really can't take it anymore."
Strange, she stopped calling me brother-in-law, making us sound like adulterers.
"If you can't stand it, find someone else. If all else fails, find a gigolo." I said irritably.
"Sigh, it's not like I haven't thought about it, but I was afraid it would be too much trouble. You... you know me inside and out, so there won't be so many problems." Hearing her say that, I almost laughed out loud.
It was like she was keeping the good stuff in the family. Zi Dong, you, if only you weren't my brother-in-law. Ever since you first came to my house, I... I had a bit of a crush on you. Later, when I saw your thuggish behavior at my parents' house, I was quite disappointed in you. I really wanted to never speak to you again. But then I learned how much you've done for my sister, and seeing how good you are to her, I realized I'd misunderstood you. “
Sigh, don’t come over when your sister isn’t here anymore, okay? It’s for your own good. If it really doesn’t work, have your husband go back to China. I don’t know what kind of trouble you’ll cause in the future.”
“Okay, then, then you have to be nicer to me tonight, serve me one more time.” She was actually being a bit shameless. I then realized that she was six or seven years older than me, and these past six months of living like a widow must have been tough for her.
The exercise we just did was really intense; we were both covered in sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Even though I didn’t want to move, I still took a shower.
Before I finished showering, Jinglan barged in, forgetting to close the door. She looked at me lecherously and said, “Sister, let’s have a little fun together.” "She walked over, and I quickly turned off the lights, leaving only the vanity light on, as if that could cover something up. In the dim light, Jinglan, with her bright white body, asked me to get her shower gel and such, acting like a married couple.
I hardened my heart, thinking, 'If I can't kill you, little wench, I don't care who else is going to do it,' and went all out. 'You come here.' I said, forcefully pressing her onto the dressing table and launching a new round of assault. Jinglan was unable to move, panting and crying out, 'Good brother, good brother, like this, ouch, you've killed your sister, I won't do it again.'
I made her leave at five o'clock in the morning, thankfully no one saw. I repeatedly warned her never to come again.
Who knew Jinglan would come again that night, I quickly chased her away. 'Brother-in-law, I told Mom and Dad I was going out of town for training for two weeks, how am I supposed to go back?'" "She said with tears in her eyes. I felt a little sorry for her and silently told myself: This is the last time, the last time.
From then on, Jinglan came every night. This kind of thing is like drug addiction; once you're hooked, you can't stop it. It's also my fault for being weak-willed; Jinglan was too alluring. Who the hell is a saint? Everyone has their youthful indiscretions. I guess I'll just consider it saving Jinglan from her predicament and doing a good deed!

One day at the end of the month, Jingzhu called: I'll be home the day after tomorrow. When she called, Jinglan was still naked next to me. I gestured for her to be quiet; her sister was calling. This little vixen kept nuzzling around while I was on the phone. Jingzhu asked what the sound was, and I said it was on TV. She hung up the phone, half-believing me.
"Hey, Jinglan, you heard it too. Your sister is coming back the day after tomorrow. You absolutely can't come again tomorrow."
"Isn't there still one day left?" she said, a little unwilling.
"Are you stupid!" "What if your sister comes back early, saying she has a surprise for me or something? Wouldn't that just trap us in bed? Besides, when your sister comes back, she'll probably demand exorbitant rent from me. You don't know how ruthless she is at collecting rent, even more so than Liu Wencai. I also need a day to rest and recharge to serve her. This place of yours has been so dry these past few days, I'm practically turning into Ximen Qing!"
"Fine, you have to do it again before I agree." When women get tough, they're tougher than men.
That night, I finally understood how Ximen Qing died. Jinglan's performance in bed was far superior to her sister's; she was willing to try every trick in the book, had rather heavy tastes, and even created her own unique RJ technique.

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