My godmother is Vivian Chow

Chapter 1
Vivian Chow When people hear the name Vivian Chow, their first reaction is that of Hong Kong's "Jade Girl" icon, singer, actress, and
wife of a scumbag. That's right, she's my godmother.
Back then, my mother and Vivian Chow were both hosts at Radio Television Hong Kong (RTHK). They knew each other somewhat, but weren't exactly
close. It wasn't until years later, when they bumped into each other in Canada, that they gradually became acquainted. However, their life circumstances were different,
and their experiences were vastly different. At that time, Vivian Chow had already retired from the entertainment industry, while my mother had married my father and become
a full-time wealthy housewife.
When I first met my godmother Vivian Chow, I was just in second grade, and
the word "beautiful" first appeared in my young mind. Her slightly long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a black tracksuit tightly hugged
her exquisite figure. Especially her large, expressive eyes; with a flick of her wrist, I couldn't help but blush with
shyness.
Oh, right, she wasn't my godmother then; it wasn't until two years later that this title was officially recognized in
front of . Humans are naturally drawn to beauty, and even I, who knew nothing at the time, was no exception. After that
, I often used the excuse of "having questions about my studies" to have the driver take me to my godmother's house.
Then I would shamelessly pester her with questions, while secretly inhaling her pleasant scent.
Sometimes, even when my so-called godfather, Ni Zhen, went out for business dinners and didn't come home all night, I would stay at her
house until very late, then tell her with a troubled
expression that it was too dark and I was a little scared, so I wasn't going home. She would then give me a "I can't do anything with you" look and call my mom.
Then I would excitedly tidy up my textbooks, climb into her bedroom like a cuckoo in its nest,
pat the empty bed beside me, and say, "Godmother, get in bed quickly, I want to hear you sing for me."
My godmother would then slip on her slippers, lie down next to me, tap my little head, and start singing some
Cantonese .
Without any hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressed my head against her soft breasts, listened to
the thumping sounds coming from her body, and then drifted off to sleep to the sound of music.
The first intimate encounter between us was seven or eight years later. At fifteen or sixteen, I
was beginning to understand matters of the heart and had learned through gossip that my so-called godfather, Ni Zhen,
was actually a dissolute playboy who was always out gallivanting behind my godmother's back. His billiards hall was a
place I rarely saw for months at a time.
At the time, I was on vacation after graduating from middle school and staying at my godmother's house, spending my days eating and drinking without doing anything productive. That
evening , the sky was already low, the setting sun disappearing behind the mountain peaks. I was playing
games on the sofa in the living room when I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Then the door opened, and my godmother, Zhou Huimin,
came in, pale-faced, carrying a backpack. Without a word, she went straight to the sofa, sat down next to me, and
downed the drink I had left.
The initial excitement I felt from beating the game vanished the moment I saw her tired face.
I quickly dropped the controller and asked with concern, "Godmother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She
just shook her head without speaking, which worried me greatly. I reached out and touched her forehead; it wasn't
hot, but I was still concerned. I gently shook her shoulder and continued, "
Say something! Did someone bully you?" Hearing this, it seemed to touch a nerve, and tears streamed
down her face. She quickly covered them with her hands, foolishly thinking that this would stop
the torrent of tears.
Looking at her helpless face, I felt as if my heart was breaking. Although I had seen her
often sullen before, this was the first time I had seen her so vulnerable.
I gently put my arm around her shoulder, letting her rest her head on my not-so-broad arm. Only then did I hear her say
haltingly , "Xiao Lun (my name), you... tell me what I did wrong? Why does he always treat me like this?
What should I do?"
"Godmother, who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you." It was then that I noticed
a bright red handprint on my godmother's fair left cheek. In my rebellious phase, I only knew how to prove
my , so I clenched my fist and said fiercely,
"Ni Zhen!" Hearing this name, I was a little stunned, but looking at Tian Ke's pitiful and beautiful
face , I already hated the person with that name. Even if she was your girlfriend, how could you
lay a hand on such a virtuous woman? You're inhuman!
Listening to my godmother's halting words, I finally understood what had happened. It turned out that my godmother
had found out she was pregnant with a pregnancy test that afternoon and planned to go to the pool hall to tell Ni Zhen. When she got there, she found her boyfriend openly
making love with a college-aged girl at the table. Enraged,
she, who rarely swore, unleashed a torrent of profanities at the two men.
But Ni Zhen didn't take her seriously, slapping her to the ground and warning her that if
she wanted to continue their relationship, she should be a docile ostrich and mind her own business.
Feeling deeply wronged, Zhou Huimin had no desire to tell him about her pregnancy. Tears streaming down her face, she ran out of
the pool hall, and the scene that unfolded earlier occurred only after she got home. After hearing my godmother's account, I gritted my teeth in anger,
thinking, "Like father, like son," and "Your father is no good, and you, Ni Zhen, are even worse
. Your wealth and background aren't even as much as my father has slipped through his fingers. I'll definitely get my hands on
you when I get the chance.
" Just then, I saw my godmother, clutching her lower abdomen, slump against my lap, her face
contorted in , blood seeping between her legs. "What's going on?" Completely bewildered, my mind went blank.
But instinctively, I scooped up my godmother's frail body, opened the door, and rushed downstairs.
I tossed out a few large bills, and the taxi driver took us to a nearby hospital as fast as he could.
After anxiously waiting outside the operating room for a long time, I finally saw the hospital director emerge. I rushed forward and asked,
"Uncle Liu, how is my godmother?" "The patient's condition has stabilized. Due to recent extreme emotional
fluctuations suffered a miscarriage. Even though we did our best, we couldn't save the baby. And from what I
've observed, she's had a miscarriage before, so she may not be able to have children in the future. However, the specific outcome will require further observation in the hospital
for a period of time."
"Buzz!" My head spun. Infertility was a serious matter. Should I tell my mom...?
I hadn't told my mom, but she still found out through my connection with the hospital director. After
waiting by my godmother's bedside for an hour, I went into the ward.
Hearing my story, my mom looked at my godmother with exasperation, complaining, "I told you
Ni Zhen was unreliable, and I told you to leave him as soon as possible, but you wouldn't listen. There are so many good men in the world,
why hang yourself on one tree?" My godmother had already woken up and learned about the miscarriage.
Hearing my mom's words, she burst into tears.
I tugged at my mom's sleeve, telling her to stop talking. I hadn't told
my godmother, , afraid it would harm her health. "Xiao Lun, you should go back. It's getting late. I've hired a caregiver,
and I can stay and take care of her." Hearing my mom's words, I realized it was already past ten o'clock at night.
I originally wanted to stay a little longer, but after hesitating for a while, I turned and left.
The next day, I packed some nourishing soup from the hotel early in the morning, along with a few changes of my godmother's clothes,
before arriving at the hospital. My mother has been helping my father run the group's affairs for the past few years, but recently she's been very busy with work and needed to attend
company meetings, so she had to leave, leaving me and the caregiver to look after her.
After a while, I asked about my godmother's condition. The caregiver then came over, pointed to her phone
, and said she needed to take a call. With my permission, she turned and left the room. I got up to pour my godmother some water,
only to find the kettle was empty. Looking at my godmother, who seemed much better, I said, "The water in the water dispenser doesn't reach boiling point; it's not good for your
health . I'll go to the water room and get you some hot water." Not far from the room, I suddenly wondered if I should
tell Ni Zhen about this. Although I hated him now, he was still my godmother's boyfriend. Even if he was
irresponsible, what's done is done, and I couldn't let him escape responsibility. So I turned back to ask my godmother's opinion.
As soon as I pushed open the door to the ward, I froze in place at the sight before me. My godmother's
hospital gown was open, and she was clutching a pink bra she had just taken off. Her pair of high, firm breasts were exposed to
the air , with two bright red nipples standing out prominently.

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