[Jingyi's First Forty Years] (The End) Author: jj800

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A woman, a woman who has been married twice, I think I have some experiences to share.
I have friends and besties, but there are many things I can't tell them, I dare not tell anyone.

But online, no one knows your identity, which becomes an
outlet for many people to vent their emotions and feelings. I also intend to do so today.

My first time was with my first husband, whom I'll call Jun here; calling him "husband"
is no longer appropriate.

He was my high school classmate, the kind who didn't like studying and was particularly mischievous, but he was handsome. Back then, many girls
in the class secretly liked him.

The environment back then wasn't like it is now. Without a diploma, you were looked down upon. Finding a job still required connections or a skill
. The university admission rate back then was incomparable to now; not getting into university was quite
normal .

With grades like Jun's, it was impossible for him to get into university, and he unsurprisingly failed the exam. His family had
already made arrangements for him, getting him a job at an ironworks to fill in for a relative. Apparently, that relative had no
children and was close to Jun's family, which is why he got such a good job.

At that time, besides me, five other people in my class also got into university. The night the admissions were announced,
the classmates decided to have a farewell party to celebrate one last time. We invited all our teachers,
which was also a kind of teacher appreciation banquet.

The party was held in a restaurant, a very ordinary little restaurant. There weren't enough seats for everyone, so the owner went to
a friend's house on the next street to borrow some tables and chairs, and we ate right there at the entrance.

Of course, parties have some entertainment, like singing a song or saying a few words to thank the teachers.
Students back then were just as open about relationships as students today. It's just that
back then, if two people were dating, they were aiming for a lifelong commitment. Now, boys and girls date as casually as
drinking water ; if it doesn't work out, they break up and find someone else—it's all too common.

At the party, someone started teasing us about a boy in our class liking a girl, making the
girls blush terribly, whether from the alcohol or shyness, I couldn't tell.

Suddenly, I heard someone shout, "X Jun likes X Jingyi!"

I was startled and stunned for several seconds before realizing they were talking about me. Many people stared at me, wanting to see my
reaction.

I didn't know if they were just teasing me or if it was true, so I grabbed the hand of a classmate and best friend, lowered
my head , and avoided looking at everyone. Then, seeing that I didn't react, they started urging Jun
to tell me himself.

I kept my head down for a while, and then my best friend leaned close to my ear and said, "I think that X-Jun really
likes you. His face was all red, and he was even peeking at you."

I panicked when I heard that and told her to stop talking, but then I felt a little smug.
Girls that age often have a crush on guys who are a bit mischievous, but they're too afraid to show it. If they
did, people would say they were learning bad habits from him. I was one of those girls; I did have a crush on X-Jun, though not a
very strong one.

In the end, they couldn't get X-Jun to admit he liked me. Later, some teachers, worried that some girls would be embarrassed,
stepped in to stop them.

I remember that party lasted until almost midnight.
We . It was so late then, and unlike now, there weren't many people around. The teachers were worried about everyone's
safety on the way home, so they let the girls who lived nearby walk together, a mixed-gender group so they could look out for each other.

I think they did it on purpose. They had Jun walk me home. There were actually five people with us, but
they made Jun and me walk in front, and then the three people behind disappeared. I guessed what they were up to,
and I panicked. I just kept walking

with Jun. Suddenly, Jun asked me, "Were you blushing at the dinner table?"

I was startled. "Blushing? Why would I blush?"

I realized I had blushed while talking to him, but he probably
couldn't .

We walked in silence for a while, then suddenly something touched my palm, and then my
hand was grabbed. It was Jun. I turned to look at him in alarm, and there he was
, grinning wildly at me in the bright moonlight. His smile was so innocent, so unrestrained, so
carefree.

I tried to pull away, but he held on tightly, and I couldn't let go. When I looked at him again, he still had that
mischievous grin on his face. I lowered my head in embarrassment.

Seeing that I wasn't reacting, he took advantage of the situation and pulled me closer to him. My heart
felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

I said in a very soft, trembling voice, "You...you let go, why are you holding me like that?"

He was silent for a while, and I stood there, unsure what to do. I naively imagined a scenario where
we would just stand there, unable to break free, and he wouldn't let go, a stalemate that would last until dawn.

Finally, he spoke: "You know what I mean, don't you?"

My heart still trembled. Although I had already guessed his intentions, the reality was
still unbelievable. Was this arrogant, disdainful guy confessing his feelings to me
? Was this even a confession? I bit my lip and said, "I don't know."

I wanted to hear him admit it himself, not this cryptic confession. But instead of the vows of
eternal love .

Jun pulled me into his arms, his large hands pressing my head down, his eyes fixed on me with unwavering determination.
His eyes were more captivating than a girl's, something I'd never noticed before,
and I was completely mesmerized. Before I knew it, his lips were just a thin sheet of paper away from mine, and
he kissed me.

I tried to pull away, of course, but his large hands held my head firmly, and
the warmth with the electric sensation of our first kiss, made my body go weak.

The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, until he finally released my head, panting, and I too was breathless.
I looked at him anxiously, but he didn't speak, as if waiting for me to speak first. I hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter,
"What are you doing! You, you…"

I couldn't finish the sentence.

Seeing my exasperated expression, Jun laughed uncontrollably. After laughing for a while, he regained his serious demeanor and said,
"Don't you understand? I like Jingyi. I've liked you for a very, very long time. Now you understand,
right?"

Before, when he didn't say it explicitly, I forced him to say it. Now that he had made it clear, I didn't know
how to respond.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Jun just held my hands tightly, as if afraid I would run away. We stood
there like that.

After my thoughts had wandered around for a while, I hesitantly asked him again, "Do you really like me?"

Jun nodded firmly and began to tell me everything—our first meeting, our first argument in class, and many
other things I didn't remember, but which he had always paid attention to.

At that moment, I no longer hesitated. Seeing him gently nod, Jun, once again overjoyed, pulled me into
his arms, spinning me around several times.

So this is what love feels like; my heart felt instantly filled with something.

After the initial excitement, we realized we'd been gone quite a while, so we hurried home again, our hands naturally clasped
. But every few steps, Jun started getting restless, constantly trying to touch my waist. I slapped his hand
away , but he'd reach for it again, and I'd slap it away again—like a cat-and-mouse game, over and over.

Passing a cornfield, Jun suddenly yelled and pointed in a direction. Startled, I
instinctively hid in his arms. After a long while, seeing no further movement, I got up and looked around—all
was quiet.

Jun kept laughing at me, and I realized he was teasing me again. Angrily, I slapped his chest.
Jun wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Jingyi, your body is so soft, it feels so good to hold you."

Hearing him say such blunt and unreasonable things, I wasn't angry at all; I was even secretly pleased. Seeing that I
didn't say anything, his hands started moving behind my back, one gently covering the back of my head, and his lips pressed
against mine at the same time. I was silenced and couldn't say no. Then Jun's other hand moved down, gently
stroking . It was the first time I'd experienced such a unique stimulation; my mind went blank, completely unable to think.

I actually had the strength to push him away, but since we had already established a relationship, it seemed natural for him to do things
that were out of line . It wasn't until his hand was about to slip inside me that my
guard was raised, and I pushed him away forcefully.

In our generation, especially in the countryside,
it was common for people . We understood about that kind of thing between men and women from a very young age, and we often
heard rumors about who slept with whom.

But my parents were strict with my upbringing, and I was about to go to university. What would happen if I got pregnant and had a child?
I knew what Jun wanted to do at that moment. It wasn't that I wouldn't give in, but I wanted to postpone it.

This time, I didn't dare to stay any longer. After pushing Jun away, I hurried home by myself. After walking
for a he ran up to me from behind, apologizing profusely. Of course, I didn't
forgive him so easily and scolded him for a while, which I won't go into detail about here. In the end, I warned him not to
do it again.

Before I actually went to university, I had two months to stay at home. When I had nothing to do,
I helped my parents with farm work. Jun would come to see me every day, and after a while, my parents guessed about our relationship. But
we had already graduated, and at that age, we were considered adults in the village. Plus, Jun's current job
was quite respectable, so my parents naturally didn't say anything.

When there was nothing to do at noon, Jun would take me for a walk around and show me around. Actually, the whole village wasn't
that big, and we had been everywhere over the years. But I was happy just to be with him. My
mother would always remind me, "Don't forget to come home for lunch."

I lost my virginity to Jun that summer, not on our wedding night. I
remember it was behind that small hill, a place that usually didn't go much. Looking back now, I realize that Jun taking me
there was a plan all along.

His large hands, with their playful touches and caresses, left me weak all over. He seemed born with the knack for teasing
a girl's sensitive spots. My body gradually slumped against him, too weak to even get up, completely at his
mercy.

I've noticed that since being with him, my tolerance has increased dramatically. Before, I
'd blush and feel shy when he held my hand, but now kissing him, or even having my breasts rubbed or my butt scratched, is all within my comfort zone
. My defenses seem to be lowering little by little.

Jun stared intently at my not-so-large breasts. I tried to pull my clothes down, but he held
my wrist down. Embarrassed, I could only turn my head away and close my eyes, ignoring him. I could hear his heavy, labored breathing and
the sound of him swallowing; I felt like I was being watched by a wild beast.

"Jingyi, your breasts are so beautiful."

"Ugh, don't say that!"

Such blatant and sexually suggestive words reached my ears, transmitted through my central nervous system, along
my veins to my private parts and deeper into my vagina, causing an unbearable itch, almost making me wet.

Jun's fingers cleverly slipped inside my skirt, pressing against my cotton panties and poking further in.
A current of electricity shot from my groin directly to my brain, a feeling
even .

That wasn't the first time I'd seen a boy's penis. When I was very young, I'd seen my little cousin
peeing; it was small, white, and very cute. I even ran to ask my mom why I didn't have that
little earthworm, and afterwards, my mom lectured me for a long time, telling me I was never allowed to watch boys pee again.

Jun's penis was different from what I remembered from my childhood. It was as thick as a fire poker. Although
it was still pink, the skin color was already a bit darker, and the veins on it were particularly prominent. It looked like it was going to eat me alive, and
I was a little scared.

Jun, however, grabbed my hand with a wicked grin and pulled me to touch his penis. I couldn't resist him, and when I touched his penis
, I was startled. It was so hot!

Jun teased me a few more times, then impatiently pulled down my underwear and lifted my skirt, ready to do it.
Worried that the skirt would wrinkle and be discovered later, I asked him to wait and took off my skirt, placing it aside.

This completely exposed my genitals to him, even the thick pubic hair. Once my
pants .

I squeezed my legs together, trying to keep him from seeing, but this time he didn't stop me, letting my thighs trap his
head. Afraid of hurting him, I didn't dare squeeze too hard. Later, he told me that it actually
felt good when I squeezed his head like that.

As he watched, he unexpectedly stuck out his tongue and started licking there. At first, I felt incredibly ashamed
—how could he lick that place? Then, a physiological pleasure surged through me; I wanted to scream,
but I was afraid of being heard.

"Don't lick it, it's dirty there."

"Does it feel good? Last time I saw Uncle Guai lick Aunt Xiang like this, he licked so enthusiastically, Aunt Xiang even
moaned ."

"Oh, stop talking!"

Just from Jun's simple description, I could imagine the scene, it was so embarrassing to even think about.

While I was still recovering from the pleasure, a hard, hot sensation drilled into me
. I don't remember the tearing sensation very clearly now, but I do remember that I definitely screamed, and
very loudly, tears were streaming down my face.

Jun moved his hips back and forth without caring, going in and out of my body. I was in pain and kept hitting his leg to tell
him to stop, but he didn't seem to hear me at all.

After a few movements, I felt him speed up again, and then it felt like something was poured
into . Later I learned that this was called ejaculation, Jun's semen shot into me.

Just as we were catching our breath, we heard a deep cough coming from the open field.
From the sound alone, we knew it was Uncle Zha Ba. His trachea had been damaged since he was young, and he'd been coughing
incessantly .

Terrified, Jun and I didn't have time to rest and jumped down the hillside,
running into the grove of trees.

For the next few days, I stayed in my room and didn't see Jun. Partly because I was angry that he'd only thought of
himself and hadn't considered my pain, and partly because walking was difficult these days, and I knew I'd be
recognized if I went out.

Later, during my studies, Jun came to the city to visit me. When he came, I told him I had relatives visiting and didn't go back to the dormitory that
night . Back then, relationships in university were very innocent. It wasn't until I got to university that
I realized many city girls hadn't even held a boy's hand, let alone done *that* kind of thing.

My intuition told me it wasn't good, though of course I didn't dare say I'd already been defiled.

The next day, when it was time for class, I rushed back from outside. My teachers and classmates probably had no idea that
this well-behaved student had been rolling around in bed with a man in a hotel last night, doing *that*, and even did it again
when I woke up . I had just taken a shower and rushed back.

Besides Jun, many other things happened during my university years, which I won't go into detail about here.
Anyway after graduating, I originally wanted to stay in the city to work, but I couldn't find a job. Without
connections or background, finding a suitable job was incredibly difficult. Just then, my mom said that my second aunt had retired from a clothing factory and
suggested I try it out.

A university graduate working in a factory would definitely be given special training. My second aunt didn't want her daughter
to take over her job; it's just that my cousin was too mischievous and couldn't stand the assembly line work.

After going to university, I ended up coming back home to work. I think the happiest people besides my parents
would be Jun, but in reality, Jun didn't seem particularly happy, and I didn't think much of it at the time.

Another year passed, and seeing that Jun was getting on in years, his parents started urging him to settle down and
start a family . My relationship with Jun
was finalized when we returned home for the Spring Festival during my first semester of university; both families sat down together, and everyone in the village knew about it.

Naturally, Jun and I got our marriage certificate, and not long after returning, we started planning the wedding. It was
n't elaborate or extravagant; we just set up a few tables.

Our married life was like that of other families in the village, like my parents and Jun's parents—we lived as usual.
However, some habits I developed in university remained with me; I washed my hands with soap before and after meals, a custom that never existed in the
village .

Jun, on the other hand, continued to hang out with the same old friends he had in high school, often being
called out drinking late at night and returning reeking of alcohol. Our arguments became more and more frequent.

The final straw that led to our breakup and made me decide to leave him was
when he came home that night. The strong smell of perfume on him and the hickeys on his neck—marks left from a passionate, forceful
kiss .

"I'm asking you, whose are these?!"

"What are you doing, causing all this trouble in the middle of the night?!"

He stubbornly denied it. I couldn't do anything about it and cried all night. The next day, I sought help from my high school best friend,
only to hear from her that Jun had been having ambiguous relationships with several female technicians at his factory. She didn't
know the exact timeline, but the rumors had been circulating since I was in college.

That finally made me completely give up on him. It turned out he had been betraying our
love back in college, having inappropriate relationships with other women. After thinking it over for a whole day, I realized there was nothing left to hold me back.
I left a letter, departed from the village where I was born and raised, and returned alone to the provincial capital.

If I told my parents, they would probably be furious. And according to their outdated thinking,
at most 'd scold and beat me, then expect me to swallow my anger and pretend nothing happened. If I were an uneducated
, naive woman, perhaps I would have truly resigned myself to that fate.

But the knowledge I gained in university over the years made me unwilling to just live a mundane, empty-house life as

an ordinary woman. After returning to the city, I contacted a former classmate and moved in with her. I started
looking for work everywhere, including being scammed – a story that would be both shameful and infuriating to write about.

Finally, by sheer coincidence, I landed a job as an accountant at a fairly large restaurant. I
had forgotten so much, and had to learn everything from scratch, but the feeling of finding myself and my direction in life was
something money couldn't buy.

The restaurant owner, surnamed Zhao, was elderly but treated his employees well.
He was especially kind to me when I first joined the company, often giving me guidance on my work.

I've lived in this city for almost five years, from graduation to marriage, and now I'm
a woman in my thirties, no longer a young girl. I've reconnected with my family; they know
the reason for my situation and haven't blamed me too much. Jun, however, continued his philandering ways after I left,
showing no concern for my safety. I'm glad I made that decision, and the divorce was finalized
shortly afterward.

In these past few years, I've met many men, some I liked, some who pursued me, but I've remained
single . Perhaps my previous marriage hurt me too much, and more importantly, I was
divorced. Back then, society wasn't as tolerant of divorced women as it is now.

I met my second husband, Lao Qi, when I was thirty-two. He was an intellectual who later
went into business, working in export trade. He had been married before and divorced his ex-wife long ago. He had a
son , and his ex-wife's living conditions weren't good; the child lived with him.

We both felt it was about time to talk about marriage, so Lao Qi took me home to meet
his son. He said that after I married him, I would be the child's mother, and the child should
meet .

Lao Qi was twelve years older than me; I was thirty-two, and he was forty-four. His son, Xiao Fan, was
fourteen years old and in middle school. He was a very shy boy, keeping his head down at the dinner table, eating quietly and
not saying much. He didn't say anything about me marrying his father and becoming his mother. After finishing his meal, he went back to
his room.

The wedding was simple because neither Lao Qi nor I wanted it to be grand. After all, it was our
second marriage, and only a few guests attended. Even my parents didn't come; they sent their blessings through a third party. Lao Qi
is only a little younger than them, and they didn't know how to address him in person.

Life after the wedding was alright. Lao Qi's business was doing well, and since I studied accounting, I could help
him a little. However, Lao Qi's age was a factor, and his health wasn't what it used to be at night.

In the beginning, we managed to have sex two or three times a week, but after a year or two, it
became three or four times a month, and now it's once a month. Sometimes we're too busy and tired, and we don't even have
regular sex all month.

Lao Qi is in the import/export business, and he often travels to different places for business negotiations.
Sometimes , leaving only Xiao Fan and me at home.

Over the years, Xiao Fan and I have gradually become more familiar and have started talking. However
, he becomes very quiet when his father is home. I wonder if it's because Lao Qi's parenting style is too strict. So,
when I'm with him, I don't try to put on a stern face or act authoritative; instead, I
treat him like an older sister treats a younger brother.

During Lao Qi's latest business trip, I suddenly discovered something terrifying: my underwear, which I had left in the
bathtub to wash, had been tampered with. The marks were so obvious—a sticky, pungent-smelling bodily
fluid had been sprayed onto my underwear.

It was obvious who the culprit was, but what could I do? He's Lao Qi's son, and I'm
his stepmother. If I beat him up, the whole neighborhood would know? I'd be
too

ashamed to face anyone, and Xiao Fan's life would be ruined. So, I just swallowed my anger and pretended it never happened. But then I worried that Xiao Fan might do
something . All these concerns and anxieties left me at a loss.

From then on, I started paying attention to Xiaofan's every word and action. Every time he came home from school
, I had already finished work and was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. He would run up behind me and
suddenly Usually, I would gently and tenderly poke his forehead
, taking it as a sweet gesture of affection.

My son and I often enjoyed this. These unintentional little gestures in life accelerated the familiarity between
Xiaofan , bringing us closer.

But now, with my deliberate attention, I've noticed that after Xiaofan hugs me in the kitchen, he doesn't let go
immediately . Instead, like a husband hugging his wife, he holds on for a long time, his head
resting on my shoulder, his warm breath tickling my ear.

He's done these things before, but not as obviously, and I didn't think anything was
wrong . Now, every little thing he does feels like he's hinting at something.

He came home early this time, and unsurprisingly, startled me from behind again. He'd done this trick
countless times, but I still played along, pretending to be frightened. Seeing Xiao Fan's
innocent smile, I wondered again, could a boy with such a sunny smile really do such a thing?

"Stepmother, what are we having for dinner?" "Stepmother"

is what Xiao Fan calls me; he's not used to calling me "Mom" directly, even though I'm not that much older than him.

"Tonight it's your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Great! I love this the most!"

Xiao Fan hugged me even tighter from behind, as if to express his joy.

Seeing that he wouldn't let go, I felt a little embarrassed and reluctantly said, "Xiao Fan, go do your homework first.
I'll call you when dinner is ready. If you keep holding me like this, I can't cook."

But he shook his head playfully, "No, I finished my homework at school a long time ago. I want to
see how to make sweet and sour pork ribs so I can make it for you when Dad comes back."

I didn't know if this was an excuse or his true intention, but I couldn't
say anything more, or he would definitely become suspicious.

The gas stove was only at a moderate temperature while cooking, but Xiao Fan's body temperature kept rising as he held me. He
thought I was focused on cooking and wouldn't notice his little actions behind me.

Xiao Fan was already much taller than me; standing behind me, his... well, you could feel his... part pressing against my
buttocks.

As I've gotten older, my buttocks have become as firm as a young girl's, a little wider, and fuller.
Lao Qi often tells me not to buy pants that are too tight, because then my buttocks will be too noticeable, and people will be unhappy if they see them
.

Xiao Fan is now slowly rubbing his penis against my buttocks. His movements are so gentle that
you wouldn't notice them unless you're paying close attention.

With my deliberate observation, I can naturally feel the changes in his penis through the touch of my buttocks; it
's already quite swollen. He lightly touches my buttocks with his naughty thing and immediately pulls away.
Sometimes, when I'm cooking and need to stir-fry, my movements become more vigorous, and he becomes bolder. He'll
hold my waist tightly, pressing closer to my cheek as if trying to understand the cooking technique, but actually,
he's pressing his penis firmly against my buttocks, rubbing it repeatedly, even circling back and forth
.

I start to feel uneasy, making several mistakes in the cooking process, adding several spoonfuls too much salt. I
can also feel Xiao Fan becoming increasingly out of control; his breathing in my ear becomes heavier, and
the movements of his hips behind me become more vigorous, without the previous caution.

Anyone who wasn't asleep could sense his strange behavior. I realized I couldn't
tolerate it any longer and forcefully broke free from him. "Fanfan, you...you can't do this!"

Xiaofan looked at me in terror. He had been like a completely different person just now, and now, coming to his senses, he
was filled with fear for his actions.

Xiaofan and I stood facing each other, neither of us knowing what to do. Finally, I spoke first
: "You...you mustn't do this again. I won't tell your father about this."

I thought he would be terrified at the mention of his father's name, but instead, he suddenly rushed forward and hugged
me tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't push him away.

"Stepmother, I love you, I love you! Please, please, help me! Save me! I'm
going crazy!"

He started kissing and groping me indiscriminately, kneading and grabbing my breasts.

To be honest, I was somewhat aroused when he hugged and molested me from behind. Now, with him
touching me like this, and considering it had been months since Lao Qi had comforted me, my body felt like it was on fire, and my strength to resist Xiao Fan
gradually weakened.

Seeing that I wasn't resisting much, Xiao Fan assumed I was complying with his wishes, and
his moving from my breasts to my buttocks. He kept squeezing and kneading my fleshy buttocks, and I could feel his
fingers digging into them.

But when his fingers touched my private parts and began to penetrate deeper, I suddenly jolted
awake and remembered Lao Qi. I instantly became clear-headed and desperately resisted Xiao Fan's inappropriate behavior. Finally, seeing that
it wouldn't work I slapped him across the left cheek.

This slap stunned Xiao Fan. He had probably never seen me angry since the first day he met me,
let alone hit me. He covered his face and stood there, too afraid to do anything more.

I straightened my clothes, which he had messed up, and looked at him, saying, "I know
what boys your age are thinking. I've been there too."

I reverted to how I addressed myself when I first met Xiaofan—"Auntie." Xiaofan

looked at me, not daring to speak. I continued, "Auntie actually knew about all the things you did before,
but I didn't say anything because I was afraid you'd be embarrassed, and even more afraid your dad wouldn't forgive you."

Xiaofan hadn't expected that his little schemes were nothing more than child's play in the eyes of adults, and that
he had already been discovered. He then lowered his head in embarrassment.

"If you really did that to Auntie today, have you thought about what your dad will do when he gets back?
What will the neighbors say when they find out? What about your relatives? What about your classmates at school?
Have you thought about any of that?"

Every word I said made Xiaofan lower his head even further. If it ended here today, I did
n't think Xiaofan would truly realize his mistake. I gritted my teeth and said, "If you really don't care about
all that, then... then come here." As

soon as I finished speaking, I unbuttoned my shirt and took off all the clothes I had just put on. Under Xiaofan's
dumbfounded gaze, I took off my clothes one by one and threw them on the ground until I was completely naked in front of him. I
wanted to cover my chest and private parts with my hands, but then I thought, I took off my clothes myself, what's there to cover up? So
I forced my hands behind my back.

Looking at Xiaofan, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. His eyes were burning with a mixture of heat and panic. I looked at
him and suddenly burst into tears. I didn't try to hold them back and let them flow down my cheeks.

Xiao Fan finally realized what had happened and knelt down before me with a thud: "Auntie, I was wrong, I was wrong."

I knew this time he genuinely admitted his mistake. We hugged each other tightly, and we
acted as if nothing had happened. When Lao Qi returned from his business trip, the three of us were back to normal, happy and harmonious.
Only when Xiao Fan started living at school in his senior year of high school did he begin living there.

After he graduated from university and started working, he never lived at home again. In the years leading up to his father's death
, I almost never saw him again. He's coming back in a few days to handle his father's funeral arrangements;
I wonder how he's doing now.

(The End)

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