My stunningly beautiful female boss at 29 (75-79)

75.
I was driving on the highway, before even entering Chongqing city, when I received a call from Zhuang Youting.
The young woman cried on the phone, saying that she had accompanied Aunt Zhuang to the hospital for treatment that day, and the doctor had told her privately that Aunt Zhuang's condition had worsened further. If a bone marrow transplant couldn't be found soon, she might only have six months to a year left.
I was shocked; I hadn't expected Aunt Zhuang's condition to be so serious. I quickly comforted Zhuang Youting and asked where she and her daughter were. She said they had returned to their rented place.
After finishing the call with Zhuang Youting, I dialed An Xiaomin's number and asked where she was. She said she had just arrived home.
I told An Xiaomin about Aunt Zhuang's situation. She seemed very surprised and a little angry. "Xingyan, how could you not tell me about something so serious?"
I could only say, "Aunt Zhuang didn't want me to tell anyone. Do you have time to come to my house right now?"
"Your house?" An Xiaomin asked in surprise.
I explained to her that it was the house that Sui Jinglei and I used to live in; she hadn't transferred the title after the divorce.
“If you can go, I’ll come pick you up now. I’m about to get off the highway.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you,” she said.
Now I knew that Aunt Zhuang’s illness could no longer be hidden from An Xiaomin.
When we arrived at my apartment, Zhuang Youting greeted us. The little girl’s face was still wet with tears. When she saw An Xiaomin, she was somewhat surprised. “Sister, you’re here too?”
Aunt Zhuang’s voice came from the bedroom. “Tingting, is it your brother Xingyan?”
“Yes!” Zhuang Youting said to her mother, “Sister is here too.”
There was silence inside. We went inside. Aunt Zhuang was leaning against the headboard, her face showing embarrassment and shame. "Min, Minmin, you... why are you here?"
Seeing her stepmother's haggard face, An Xiaomin sat down on the edge of the bed with tears in her eyes, took her hand and said, "Mom, you've been so sick for so long, but you didn't tell Dad or me. Do you still consider me your daughter?"
Aunt Zhuang smiled embarrassedly, "Mom didn't want to... cause you any trouble!"
An Xiaomin shed tears, "We're family, why are you saying such things? If Xingyan hadn't told me today, were you planning to keep it from me forever?"
Aunt Zhuang wiped away her stepdaughter's tears and smiled, "No, "Mom didn't think that way..."
An Xiaomin turned to me and Zhuang Youting and said sternly, "You two too, I'm not saying this to criticize you, but you didn't tell me about such a big thing, you kept it all from me."
Zhuang Youting lowered her head and said timidly, "Sister, I'm sorry!"
An Xiaomin then stared at me, "Xingyan, especially you, Tingting is just a child and doesn't understand, but you're over forty and you can't even tell what's important?"
Aunt Zhuang quickly said, "Minmin, don't blame them, I insisted they not tell."
An Xiaomin sighed and said, "Alright, move, move to my place."
She had already told me about this on the way here. Aunt Zhuang quickly said, "No, no, Minmin, I can't trouble you too much."
An Xiaomin said, "Mom, I'm your daughter, how can you call it trouble if you live in your daughter's house?"
Aunt Zhuang still declined. An Xiaomin asked, "Are you worried about Dongzi? Let me tell you, that's my home, it has nothing to do with him, he can't say anything..."
She then instructed me and Zhuang Youting, "Xingyan, Tingting, pack your things."
At An Xiaomin's insistence, that afternoon, Aunt Zhuang and her daughter moved into her villa.
On the sofa in the living room, Aunt Zhuang held her stepdaughter's hand, overwhelmed with shame, "Minmin! Xingyan is like this, and you are like this too. I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a mother back then, but now you treat me so well, like your own mother. I feel so..."
She choked up, unable to speak. An Xiaomin placed her hand on Aunt Zhuang's hand and smiled, "Mom, my biological mother passed away not long after I was born. You became my mother when I was two years old, and you've raised and cared for me ever since. If you're not my biological mother, then who is?"
Aunt Zhuang wiped away her tears and said, "But when I married your father, I quickly became pregnant with Dongzi. Until you were six, you were basically fostered by your Uncle Chen and Uncle Yang. I didn't take good care of you during those years, and later I didn't take good care of you and Meimei either. I'm really a bad mother."
"Mom, don't say that..." An Xiaomin hugged her stepmother's shoulder and smiled, "How could you not take good care of us? Back then, conditions were so bad, and Dad's work was so busy. You took care of the three of us by yourself..."
She glanced at me as she said this, "Later, Xingyan was added, making it four. Dongzi was so naughty, Xingyan was also a handful, and Meimei was very spoiled. It was hard enough for you back then."
As the mother and daughter were talking, Uncle An, Uncle Yang, and Aunt Jiang, who had received the news, also arrived at the villa. In the past, Aunt Jiang and Aunt Zhuang were like sisters-in-law. Now, seeing Aunt Zhuang so ill, Aunt Jiang held her hand and shed tears for a long time.
Looking at Uncle An and Uncle Yang, who were exchanging pleasantries with Aunt Zhuang, I could no longer treat them as father figures. I really wanted to question them: Why did you kill my father back then? He was clearly a hero who protected the collective interest, yet you turned him into a thief who stole public property in people's eyes, and he still hasn't been exonerated. Why?
"Xingyan, what's wrong?" An Xiaomin's words pulled me out of my grief and indignation.
"Oh, nothing, nothing..." I said, trying to hide my emotions. "Should I go back first?"
Uncle An said, "You silly child, we've all finally gotten together today, how can you just leave like that?"
"That's right, let's eat dinner here, I'll cook in a bit," An Xiaomin said.
"Minmin, I'll cook with you," Aunt Jiang added.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhuang also insisted on cooking, but An Xiaomin and Aunt Jiang said that since she was a patient, she should rest more.
Aunt Zhuang burst into tears again, "It's my good fortune from my past life to have met such a kind family like yours!"
An Xiaomin put her arm around her shoulder and said, "Mom, why are you saying such formal things again?"
Aunt Jiang smiled and said, "Yes! Huijuan, we're all family, why be so formal?"
After chatting for a while, considering that Aunt Zhuang was a patient, An Xiaomin asked Zhuang Youting to help her upstairs to her bedroom to rest.
After Aunt Zhuang left, An Xiaomin said to Uncle An, "Dad, I brought Mom home without discussing it with you. You don't mind, do you?"
Uncle An smiled and said, "This is your house. What could I possibly object to? Besides, even if she came to my place, I wouldn't object."
An Xiaomin smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Dad!"
She then said to everyone, "Tomorrow I'm going to the hospital for a blood test to see if my bone marrow can be transplanted to Mom. When Meimei comes back, I plan to have her tested as well. Tingting and Xingyan have already had their tests done, and their bone marrow isn't a match."
Aunt Jiang said, "Minmin! On the way here, the three of us old folks already discussed it. It's so unfortunate that Huijuan has this disease. We three old bones are prepared to do our part. Since you're going to the hospital tomorrow, we'll go with you."
Uncle Yang said, "Not only us, but when Yifan is free sometime, I'll have him go to the hospital for a test too. Sigh! I hope our combined efforts can help Huijuan!"
"Thank you, Dads, thank you, Mom! I thank you on behalf of my mom." An Xiaomin stood up with tears in her eyes and bowed to the three elderly people.
Aunt Jiang's eyes were also filled with tears. "Minmin, your father and I watched you grow up. You've been our Yang family's daughter-in-law for over ten years. It's Yifan's fault for not being lucky enough to marry you. Just because you called me 'Dad' and 'Mom,' your mother's situation is also your father's and my situation."
"Yes, Mom." An Xiaomin wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes.
Looking at this loving family, I sighed inwardly. If my father hadn't died because of that incident, I would be so happy and fortunate to be a member of this big family.
At this moment, I so wished that my father's death had nothing to do with Uncle An and Uncle Yang. But reality was so cruel, making it difficult for me to calmly face these two old people who treated me like their own father, yet also had a blood feud with me.
I couldn't help but question God in my heart, why are you playing such a cruel trick on me?

76.
"Uncle, Uncle Yang, Aunt Jiang, thank you! I also thank you on behalf of my mother!"
Zhuang Youting suddenly came down the stairs, tears streaming down her face, and bowed deeply. She overheard their conversation as she went downstairs.
An Xiaomin went over and hugged her shoulders, tears streaming down her face, saying, "Tingting, Mom will be alright, she'll definitely get better."
"Yes, yes, sister..." Zhuang Youting nodded several times, tears still flowing.
Aunt Jiang also stepped forward, taking Zhuang Youting's hand and wiping away her tears, "This child, she's so pitiful. Don't worry, girl, we'll all cure your mother's illness."
"Thank you, Aunt Jiang," Zhuang Youting said, tears still streaming down her face.
"By the way, Minmin..." Uncle An asked, "Have you informed Dongzi about this? He's the one most likely to be a match, after all, he's your mother's biological son."
An Xiaomin frowned and said, "Not yet! I'm thinking about how to tell him."
"Oh dear! Minmin, what time is it, why are you still worrying about these things? Just tell him directly, she's his own mother." Uncle Yang was getting anxious.
"Old man, keep your voice down, be careful Huijuan hears." Aunt Jiang complained, glancing upstairs.
An Xiaomin said to Uncle Yang, “Dad, don’t worry, listen to me. You may not know, but although Dongzi doesn’t acknowledge this mother on the surface, he cares about her more than anyone else. He lost his mother’s love when he was fourteen, and for the past twenty years, he has longed for her love more than anyone else. That’s why mentioning Mom always feels like stirring up a hornet’s nest. I understand that the deeper his love, the deeper his resentment!”
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away and continued, “So, once he finds out about Mom’s illness, he will be the one who suffers the most, more than any of us. Of course, I’m not saying this to hide it from him, but to find a suitable opportunity to tell him and have him go to the hospital for a blood test as soon as possible.”
She wiped away her tears again. "But don't get your hopes up too high. Relatives just have a higher chance of matching. Take Tingting, for example, she's Mom's biological daughter, and she didn't find a match, did she?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Youting started crying again. An Xiaomin quickly comforted her, "Tingting, don't be sad. I've checked. Bone marrow transplants aren't only for matching relatives; unrelated people can also be a match. The hospital has been searching for a match for Mom, hasn't it? Tomorrow I'll go to the hospital and talk to Mom's doctor to see if we can speed up the search and increase our efforts. No matter the cost, I'll cure Mom's illness."
This woman, who had been so passionate with me in the Wanzhou hotel last night, now acted as the pillar of the family in front of her relatives. Looking at her, I couldn't help but sigh, how could God create such a perfect woman? If only she weren't my sister-in-law, or the daughter of my enemy!
After a moment of silence, Aunt Jiang said, "Minmin, tomorrow is your birthday. Your two fathers and I were planning to give you a proper birthday celebration this weekend, but you went back to Wanzhou for your teacher's birthday banquet. But that's alright, tomorrow is the actual day. How about we celebrate together as a family? After all, it's a big birthday, not just any ordinary day."
An Xiaomin said, "Mom, you know how it is. My mother passed away just a few days after giving birth. Every time I think about how my birthday is followed by my mother's death anniversary, I never like celebrating my birthday. How many birthdays have I ever celebrated since I was little?"
At this moment, Uncle An spoke up, "Minmin, you have to celebrate this birthday. First, it's your fortieth birthday, a big birthday. As the saying goes, at forty, one is no longer confused..."
“Dad!” An Xiaomin interrupted her father playfully, laughing at him, “Can’t you speak properly? How many women are happy when they turn forty? Just thinking about how I’m already in my forties makes me feel utterly miserable, let alone confused!”
Uncle An said, “Girl, let me finish. What’s the second thing? Take this opportunity to welcome your mother back into our family. For so many years, she’s been raising Tingting all alone in Dazhou, it hasn’t been easy! Tingting has never experienced the warmth of a large family…” An
Xiaomin laughed, “If that’s how you see it, then I’ll celebrate her birthday. Let’s not eat out, we’ll eat here tomorrow night. But let’s make it clear first, none of you are allowed to give gifts, I won’t accept any.” “
Okay, it’s settled then…” Aunt Jiang chuckled.
Then An Xiaomin and Aunt Jiang went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and Zhuang Youting also went into the kitchen to help. The little girl has always been diligent, and now that she’s just joined this large family, she’s naturally even more eager to serve everyone.
The three women, young, middle-aged, and old, quickly prepared a table full of dishes. Aunt Zhuang also came downstairs, and everyone sat around the table, eating and chatting happily.
After dinner, while Aunt Jiang and Zhuang Youting were washing dishes in the kitchen, Uncle Yang, Aunt Zhuang, and I chatted in the living room. Uncle An pulled An Xiaomin onto the balcony and said, "Minmin, I'd like to move in with you starting tomorrow. Is that alright?"
An Xiaomin looked at her father and smiled, "In the past, I had to practically carry you in a sedan chair to invite you to move in with me, and you always made excuses and acted all high and mighty. Why are you asking to move in today?"
Uncle An smiled, "Isn't it because your mother moved in? I figured you're usually so busy teaching and supervising doctoral and graduate students, so I thought I'd help you take care of her. Just give me a straight answer, do you agree or not?"
An Xiaomin smiled, "You're my dad. If you want to come, you can come. Would I dare say no?"
Uncle An smiled, "Alright then, I'll move in tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, you move in, you move in..." An Xiaomin smiled, holding her father's hand, "Should I pick you up?"
“No need, I only have a little luggage, a taxi will do. Besides, aren’t your Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang coming over for dinner tomorrow? I can ride in Uncle Yang’s car.”
After chatting for a while, the three elders were about to leave. Aunt Jiang said she would come over after noon tomorrow to prepare for the birthday dinner. Uncle Yang had a car, so he would take Uncle An home first, and then go home with Aunt Jiang.
I was also about to leave when An Xiaomin asked me to stay a while, saying she had something to say to me. Then she saw the three elders off.
I noticed that Zhuang Youting wasn’t in the living room, so I went to the balcony and saw the little girl standing there, facing the Jialing River, silently sobbing.
“What’s wrong, Tingting?” I went over and asked.
“N-nothing…” Zhuang Youting turned her back to me, wiping away her tears.
I gently turned her around, looking at her tear-streaked face, and softly asked, "Are you thinking about Mom's illness?"
She nodded, and tears streamed down her face again. "Brother Xingyan, do you think Mom doesn't have much time left?"
"Nonsense! How could that be? As long as we find a bone marrow donor, Aunt Zhuang's health will improve, and she can live for many more years," I said, but deep down I had no confidence at all.
Zhuang Youting lowered her head and said, "But finding a matching bone marrow donor is extremely difficult. What if Xiaodong's bone marrow doesn't match either? Mom..."
She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears, "Is there really no hope?"
Her sorrow and grief filled me with endless pity. I gently wiped away her tears, "Don't think like that. You must trust the hospital, trust your sister, trust all of us. We'll definitely find a bone marrow donor..." Unexpectedly,
she lost control and threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Brother, I don't want Mom to die, I really don't want Mom to die!"
I almost cried myself, a surge of urge to care for and protect this little girl welling up inside me. I hugged her tightly. She also wrapped her arms around my neck, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Xingyan, Tingting..." An Xiaomin's voice came from beside me.
We quickly separated. Zhuang Youting's pretty face was flushed, and she lowered her head to wipe away her tears. I felt quite embarrassed too.
An Xiaomin, her eyes full of surprise, walked to our side. Zhuang Youting looked at her timidly and whispered, "Sister, Xingyan was just comforting me..."
An Xiaomin smiled gently at her and wiped away her tears. "I know, go keep Mom company!"
"Okay..." Zhuang Youting nodded in response, glanced at me again, and walked into the living room.
"Weren't you leaving? I'll see you off," An Xiaomin smiled at me.

77.
I drove An Xiaomin out of the neighborhood and stopped by the roadside. An Xiaomin asked, "What exactly is your relationship with Tingting?"
I was surprised, not expecting her to take what she had just witnessed so seriously.
"Don't misunderstand, I was just comforting her..." I said.
She looked at me for a long time, "I believe you two, but I also want to remind you, don't let Tingting misunderstand you, or rather, avoid her placing her emotional attachment on someone she shouldn't."
I looked at her without saying anything. She sighed and said, "Tingting lost her father at a young age and grew up in a single-parent family. Girls like her are easily drawn to an adult man who takes care of and cherishes them, and they can easily transform their subconscious longing for fatherly love into a woman's love for a man..."
"And an older man like you, with your sensitive heart and world-weary experience, often has a great deal of power over this type of girl, do you understand?"
I immediately said, "I never thought Tingting would develop such feelings for me, let alone intentionally make her develop such feelings for me."
An Xiaomin raised her hand and said, "That's not what I meant, I just wanted to remind you that even if you don't think that way, you should avoid this situation."
I was silent for a while, then said, "You asked me out just to talk about this?"
She stared at the windshield for a long time, then said softly, "What happened at the hotel last night, absolutely, absolutely cannot happen again."
I said coldly, "Can you guarantee that yourself?"
She stared at me blankly, tears glistening in her eyes.
“Of course!” Ahn Hyo-min stared at me firmly. “If I can’t, I’ll die!”
Her attitude shocked me. I murmured, “Why are you so resolute?”
“Why?” Tears streamed down her face. “Because you’re my sister’s husband, don’t you understand?”
She wiped away her tears and said coldly, “Last night was the last time. I promise it won’t happen again.”
She reached for the car door. I grabbed her arm. She turned and looked at me in surprise.
“Let’s go! Come with me…” I said, my gaze shifting from the windshield to her surprised eyes. “To a faraway place, a place far from this city, far from everyone here.”
At that moment, I truly wanted to take this woman I loved most, perhaps the only woman I truly loved, and escape from all of this.
But I knew I couldn’t do that, because it would hurt many people, including those who loved me.
A flicker of joy appeared in Ahn Hyo-min’s tear-filled eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
"Twenty-four years ago, that night, I begged you to take me away, but you lied to me in the end. When I waited for you at the long-distance bus station all day and you never came, I felt like my whole world had collapsed..."
Tears streamed down her face. "Now, you want to take me away?"
I cried too, looking at her. "Yes, I didn't take you away twenty-four years ago. Today, I beg you, let me take you away..."
I couldn't help but burst into tears. "Minmin, come with me, okay?"
She wept uncontrollably, wiped her tears after a while, sobbed, and said coldly, "Impossible. It's not twenty-four years ago anymore."
I grasped her hand and said earnestly, "If we want to be, we can be."
"Shut up!" she shouted, violently shaking off my hand, her icy gaze fixed on me. "How could you say such a thing? We are no longer the boy who ran away from home to live freely, the girl who would do anything for love..."
“I have my responsibilities, and you have yours. I have responsibilities to my sister, you have responsibilities to your wife, and I have responsibilities to my son and my father. Do you want my father to suffer the immense pain of his daughter eloping with another daughter's husband? Do you want my son to become like Xiaodong back then?”
I watched her tears stream down her face, shaking my head repeatedly, murmuring, “Minmin, Minmin…”
She pointed to herself, saying each word carefully, “I don’t love you enough to hurt everyone around me for you.” She
cried as she spoke. Finally, she wiped away her tears, opened the car door, and ran into the neighborhood. I saw her running and wiping away tears, and my own tears flowed uncontrollably. What
I said to An Xiaomin tonight wasn’t my true intention; I didn’t really plan to do it. It was just an involuntary outburst from being deeply mired in pain and inner turmoil.
As soon as I returned to my and An Xiaomei’s home, I saw her standing before me in a bathrobe, clearly having just taken a shower.
"Honey, you're back!" An Xiaomei called out cheerfully, running up to me and hugging my neck. We hadn't seen each other for two weeks.
I was quite surprised and asked, "Shouldn't you be in Shanghai or Guangzhou right now?"
She smiled sweetly, "I flew directly back to Chongqing from Shanghai."
Still immersed in my earlier sadness, I asked, "Why didn't you tell me? I could have picked you up at the airport!"
An Xiaomei giggled, "I wanted to give you a surprise! How was it? Were you surprised?"
I forced a smile, "Quite a surprise..."
She pouted, "What? It's like you didn't want to see me?"
I laughed, "No way!"
She looked away and smiled, then looked at me again, "Did you have an affair with another woman while I was gone? No, I need to check, check..."
As she spoke, she reached for my crotch. I thought of last night and felt a pang of guilt, getting an erection under her touch.
"That's more like it..." she smiled contentedly, pushing me down onto the sofa, squatting between my legs, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.
I muttered, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I should do? It's been two weeks, don't you want it?" An Xiaomei smiled coquettishly at me, unzipped her pants, and took out my penis.
She held it in her hand, stroking it while looking at me. "Tomorrow is my sister's birthday, how are you all planning to celebrate?"
I told her about everyone's decisions for tonight, and she laughed, "Great, I'll give my sister a surprise too."
After saying that, she lowered her head and took it into her mouth, moving it up and down.
The thought that my thing had just been riding in my sister's cave last night, and now it was going in and out of my sister's mouth, made me feel guilty again.
An Xiaomei sucked for a while, then raised her head and panted, "Hurry up and put it in."
As she spoke, she got up and took off her bathrobe, revealing her alluring body. She straddled me, one hand around my neck, the other hand holding my penis, aiming it at her entrance, and let me in.
Then she put that hand around my neck as well, her body rising and falling, her round breasts swaying in front of me.
As she made love to me, she kissed me passionately, her soft moans filling the house.
For a moment, I couldn't tell if the moans on my body were from An Xiaomin or An Xiaomei.
After she reached her climax, she whispered in my ear, lost in ecstasy, "Husband, carry me to bed."
So I wrapped my arms around her thighs, still deep inside her, and she clung tightly to my neck as I carried her to the bedroom.
We walked and kissed until we reached the bed, where I began to move inside her again.
Between kisses, she murmured, "Husband, I love you so much, what about you? Do you love me?"
"Yes, me too..." I smiled, my heart pounding with complex emotions.
She said softly, "No! I want you to say it."
"I love you!" I said, quickening my pace, sending her to another climax, my essence flowing deep inside her...

78.
The next day, An Xiaomei and I met with An Xiaomin, Uncle An, Uncle Yang, and Aunt Jiang at the hospital. I didn't expect Yang Yifan to be there too.
By this time, Yang Yifan had married the woman who had borne him a daughter. Although Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang were reluctant to part with An Xiaomin and felt guilty towards their former daughter-in-law because of their son, they were powerless to change anything.
An Xiaomin was both overjoyed and somewhat uncomfortable upon seeing her sister, because of that night in Wanzhou.
Under the arrangement of Aunt Zhuang's attending physician, the six of them underwent bone marrow matching, and the results wouldn't be available for several days.
By this time, An Xiaomei knew everything about Aunt Zhuang. Although she still harbored resentment about what happened back then, she was still willing to donate bone marrow. After all,
even Uncle An, the person directly involved, could repay evil with kindness, and An Xiaomin, as the eldest sister, regarded Aunt Zhuang as her own mother. What more could An Xiaomei, the youngest sister, say? Especially since it was about saving a life.
Back at An Xiaomin's villa, when Aunt Zhuang saw An Xiaomei, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed.
An Xiaomei softly called out "Mom." Aunt Zhuang, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, held her adopted daughter's hand and laughed, "Meimei, you're so beautiful now, even more beautiful than your sister!"
Zhuang Youting, afraid that her mother's words would displease An Xiaomin, stopped her, saying, "Mom!"
In fact, the An sisters each had their own unique beauty. An Xiaomei was more stunning and had the advantage of being almost ten years younger, while An Xiaomin was more elegant. In short, both sisters were first-rate beauties.
"Speaking of which, Dad's three daughters are all incredibly beautiful, each one more beautiful than the last," Yang Yifan said from the side.
He, like An Xiaomin, still called Uncle An "Dad." After all, they were father-in-law and son-in-law, and the An and Yang families had a long-standing friendship. Even though they were divorced, just as An Xiaomin was like the goddaughter of the Yang family, Yang Yifan was essentially Uncle An's godson.
Actually, I think that the way An Xiaomin and Yang Yifan get along, and even the way the An and Yang families get along, plus the fact that their grandparents share a grandson, Yang Anyi, makes things more harmonious and lasting.
It's not incongruous for Yang Yifan to categorize Zhuang Youting as Uncle An's daughter; after all, Uncle An has always treated her like his own daughter, and An Xiaomin treats her like a younger sister.
An Xiaomei seized on a loophole in Yang Yifan's words and questioned, "Brother Yifan, tell me, which of us three sisters is prettier?"
Before, when she and Yang Yifan were sister-in-law and brother-in-law, she often bickered with her brother-in-law. Now that her sister and Yang Yifan are divorced, they still act the same way.
Yang Yifan knew his former sister-in-law was sharp-tongued, so he could only force a smile and say, "I was just saying, there's no hierarchy, no hierarchy..."
An Xiaomei was still about to make things difficult, but An Xiaomin smiled and playfully slapped her sister, "Alright, don't make things difficult for him."
Yang Yifan took out his phone and said, "Shall I take a picture of the three of you sisters?"
"Sure!" An Xiaomin smiled and gestured to her two younger sisters to come over.
An Xiaomei and Zhuang Youting both came to their eldest sister's side, especially Zhuang Youting, who seemed overjoyed. After all, ever since her mother took her to Wanzhou to meet her relatives when she was little, she had dreamed of one day truly becoming a member of the An family.
Seeing her daughter successfully integrate into the An family, Aunt Zhuang smiled with satisfaction.
An Xiaomin put her arms around her two younger sisters, one in each arm, while An Xiaomei and Zhuang Youting also snuggled affectionately against their eldest sister. The three sisters smiled brightly, allowing Yang Yifan to take several pictures.
Aunt Jiang suggested taking a family photo, but Uncle An said to wait until An Xiaodong arrived. Everyone understood his intention and agreed.
After everyone was seated at the table, An Xiaodong finally arrived, albeit late. I noticed that this kid always arrived just in time for family dinners.
As soon as he entered the garden, he said to An Xiaomin, who opened the door for him, "Sister, happy birthday."
"Where's Shanshan?" An Xiaomin asked.
"She's on a business trip, reporting to the big boss in Shanghai. Didn't Meimei just finish yesterday? Today is her turn
," An Xiaodong said while changing his shoes. "By the way, Shanshan asked me to wish you a happy birthday on her behalf."
"Okay, come in!" An Xiaomin smiled, taking her brother's arm as they walked into the living room.
To this day, An Xiaodong and Wen Qishan's relationship is public knowledge to their families, but apart from An Xiaomei, An Xiaomin, and me, no one knows that Wen Qishan is the heiress of the Chaoyue Group; they all think she's just a high-ranking executive like An Xiaomei.
The siblings entered the living room. An Xiaomei smiled and said, "Brother, why do you always seem to arrive just because of the aroma of food?"
Aunt Zhuang's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at her son. For over twenty years, she had barely seen her son, learning about his growth only through photos Uncle An had given her.
An Xiaodong's face turned ashen upon seeing Aunt Zhuang, who immediately lowered her head in shame. Zhuang Youting also frowned, glancing at her brother and then at her mother.
An Xiaodong shoved his sister's arm away and turned to leave.
"Dongzi, Dongzi, don't do this..." Yang Yifan, who was prepared, quickly pulled him back.
An Xiaodong questioned his sister, "Sister, what are you doing? What do you mean?"
An Xiaomin replied nonchalantly, "What do I mean? It's a family gathering to celebrate my birthday!"
An Xiaodong sighed and pointed at Aunt Zhuang, saying, "It was one thing to bring the younger one, but now you've brought the older one too. Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"
An Xiaomin stared at her younger brother and said, "An Xiaodong, you're being too harsh."
"I'm being harsh?" An Xiaodong pointed at his mother and shouted angrily, "Wasn't what she did back then ugly?"
Hearing her own son's accusations, Aunt Zhuang buried her head and wept uncontrollably. Zhuang Youting also shed tears, holding her mother's hand and looking at her.
Uncle An slammed his hand on the table and said sternly, "An Xiaodong, don't go too far! Today is your sister's birthday, stop making trouble, okay?"
"Okay, I won't make trouble anymore..." An Xiaodong walked to the dining table and said to Aunt Zhuang, "Aunt Zhuang, my father is a magnanimous man. He can forgive you and even forget what happened back then, but I can't..."
He paused for a moment, "I have a question I want to ask you. This question has been on my mind for over twenty years, and I've never had the chance to ask you. Since you're here today, please tell me in front of everyone, why did you have to leave my father and leave our family back then? Why?"
Aunt Zhuang was still crying uncontrollably, sobbing, "Dongzi, I'm sorry, I... I'm so sorry..."
Uncle An held his ex-wife's hand and said with a heavy heart, "Huijuan, don't say that. You didn't wrong anyone."
He turned to look at An Xiaodong, "Dongzi, let me tell you, your mother back then..."
“Weiguo!” Aunt Zhuang interrupted Uncle An, standing up to her son. “Dongzi, I was blinded by love back then. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry…”
She sobbed uncontrollably, bowing deeply to her son. Uncle An stood up and supported her shoulders.
An Xiaodong couldn’t help but shed tears, asking, “Mom, do you love that man so much that you don’t even want your own son?”
Hearing his words, the An sisters all shed tears, Aunt Zhuang sobbed uncontrollably, and Zhuang Youting also cried bitterly.
“Mom, say something!” An Xiaodong stared at his mother, tears streaming down his face.
Uncle Yang couldn't bear it any longer and scolded, "Dongzi, she is still your mother. Why are you forcing her like this?"
An Xiaodong wiped away his tears and said coldly, "She is not my mother. My mother is someone else."
Everyone looked at him in surprise. He turned around, put his arms around An Xiaomin's shoulders, and pushed her in front of everyone, saying, "You all see this clearly. Since I was fourteen, this woman has been giving me maternal love. She is not only my sister, but also my mother in my heart."
"Dongzi, don't say that..." An Xiaomin frowned and said.
An Xiaodong said to his mother, "In the days after you left, my sister took care of me and protected me in your place. Every time I was bullied by those children because of you, my sister stood up for me. Once, she took a stick to someone's house and almost smashed it up... Where were you then? What were you doing?"
Aunt Zhuang buried her head and cried uncontrollably. An Xiaodong grew increasingly angry, pointing at Zhuang Youting and yelling at his mother, "Aren't you busy having this daughter with your man?"
Aunt Zhuang was heartbroken and almost fainted in Zhuang Youting's arms.
"Enough, An Xiaodong!" An Xiaomin pushed her brother away and slapped him. An Xiaodong
yelled at his sister, "Sister, why did you hit me again?"
An Xiaomin pointed at Aunt Zhuang and said sternly to her brother, "Look at her now. She's your mother. How can you be so heartless?"
"She deserves it!" An Xiaodong blurted out.

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An Xiaomin slapped her brother again, but An Xiaodong grabbed her wrist. "An Xiaomin, don't think that because I've listened to you since I was little, it's because I'm afraid of you. Try hitting me again!"
Uncle An stood up and pointed at his son, yelling, "An Xiaodong, if you dare touch your sister, I won't let you off."
An Xiaomin shook off her brother's hand and said, "Mom is sick, do you know? Very seriously ill."
An Xiaodong was shocked and stared blankly at his sister. An Xiaomin continued, "Mom has thalassemia, a type of leukemia. I wasn't planning to tell you now, but you insisted, so I'll just tell you anyway!"
An Xiaodong was so surprised he was speechless, tears streaming down his face, and he walked dejectedly towards the terrace. An Xiaomin said to everyone, "I'll go see him..."
On the terrace, the siblings sat at the table. An Xiaodong shook his head, tears streaming down his face, muttering, "No, no, I don't want this, I don't want this, I really don't want this!"
An Xiaomin hugged her brother's shoulders, comforting him through her tears.
"Sister, do you know? Even if I hate her, even if I despise her, for over twenty years..."
This tall man in his thirties, over six feet tall, pointed to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "I've always thought about her, not a single day has passed without me thinking about her. So many times, I've woken up in my dreams crying and calling for her!"
"I know, I know..." An Xiaomin cried, burying her head on her brother's shoulder.
An Xiaodong continued, "I've imagined countless times what it would be like to reunite with her. She'd cry and hug me, saying, 'Son, forgive Mom. Mom was wrong. Mom loves you!' But I never imagined it would be like this..."
He broke down in tears. An Xiaomin wept uncontrollably, cradling her brother's head in her arms.
An Xiaomei, who had been standing behind them for a while, called out "Brother" through tears, went over and sat down next to An Xiaodong, hugging him and leaning against him. The three siblings of the An family huddled together, weeping in each other's arms.
That day, looking at the three siblings, I sighed inwardly, thinking how loving they were, what a wonderful family they were. If possible, I would want to stay with them forever. But fate had forced me to drift further and further away from them.
The three siblings cried for a while. An Xiaomin wiped away her younger brother and sister's tears and said, "It's not easy for your sister to have a birthday celebration, so don't cry anymore. Let's go back and eat."
The siblings nodded. Just then, they heard Zhuang Youting's voice behind them, "Sister, brother..."
Turning around, they saw Zhuang Youting helping Aunt Zhuang walk over. The two sisters quickly stood up and made way for Aunt Zhuang to stand beside An Xiaodong.
Aunt Zhuang cupped her son's face in her hands, looked at him for a long time with tears streaming down her face, and choked out, "My child, Mom was wrong... But no matter what Mom did back then, Mom has never forgotten you. Mom misses you every day..."
The three sisters stood together, tears streaming down their faces, watching the mother and son reunited after so long.
"Mom has always loved you!" Aunt Zhuang said, tears streaming down her face.
An Xiaodong's tearful eyes stared at his mother, and suddenly he called out "Mom!" and buried his face in Aunt Zhuang's arms. The mother and son embraced and wept bitterly.
An Xiaomin hugged her two younger sisters, and the three sisters watched this scene, tears streaming down their faces.
As night deepened and everyone left, An Xiaomin took a bath in the master bedroom's bathroom.
A knock came at the bathroom door, and Zhuang Youting asked, "Sister, can I come in?"
"Come in! The door's unlocked," An Xiaomin laughed. Every time she heard this girl's voice, a soft feeling welled up inside her.
Zhuang Youting entered and sat on the edge of the bathtub, placing her hands on An Xiaomin's exposed shoulders. She smiled and said, "Sister, shall I give you a massage?"
"Sure!" An Xiaomin laughed.
Zhuang Youting giggled and began massaging her sister's shoulders, asking as she did so, "Sister, is it comfortable?"
An Xiaomin, with her eyes closed, said, "Mmm, it's quite comfortable. You're doing a good job! Did you study nursing before?"
"Sister, have you forgotten I studied nursing?" Zhuang Youting giggled.
An Xiaomin smiled but didn't speak, still keeping her eyes closed, enjoying her sister's service.
"Sister, thank you!" Zhuang Youting said.
An Xiaomin opened her eyes and glanced back. "Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for everything you've done for Mom, especially for reuniting Mom and brother."
An Xiaomin smiled gently. "Silly girl, your mother is also my mother, why say such formal things?"
"That's true, hehe..."
After a while, Zhuang Youting said, "Sister, you're like a fairy who came to my side in a dream. Since I met you, my life has become so much brighter."
"Silly girl, I'm not as good as you say," An Xiaomin laughed.
"Of course you are!" Zhuang Youting said, "If you were Chang'e in the moon palace, I would be the little white rabbit you hold in your hands."
An Xiaomin smiled and shook her head, saying, "I'm not Chang'e, and you don't have to be the little white rabbit, but I can still hold you in my hands."
She felt she really loved this much younger sister. Zhuang Youting exclaimed joyfully, "Really? Sister, you're really willing to do this for me?"
"Silly girl, it's true!" An Xiaomin looked at her affectionately and smiled, "Aren't you going to take off your clothes and come in to bathe with me?"
"Sister, can I bathe with you?" Zhuang Youting asked again, delighted.
"Yes, yes, hurry up!" An Xiaomin smiled at her.
"Okay, hehe..." Zhuang Youting quickly stripped off her clothes, her alluring naked body stepping into the bathtub.
Her figure was truly amazing—tall, slender, without an ounce of excess fat, long, shapely legs, and a sparse, well-proportioned pubic hair at the base of her triangle area; only her breasts and buttocks were slightly small.
The moment she stepped into the bathtub, An Xiaomin caught a glimpse of her most private and alluring area, thinking to herself, "What a beautiful, clean private part, I wonder if it has ever been touched by a man?"
She laughed, "Little girl, how come you have such a great figure?"
After sitting down in the bathtub, Zhuang Youting glanced at her own chest and said, "My breasts are too small. I wish they were as big as yours."
An Xiaomin laughed, "Mine aren't that big either, and yours aren't that small..."
She thought for a moment and then asked with a smile, "Can I ask you a question? Don't be shy."
"Okay," Zhuang Youting nodded.
An Xiaomin said, "Have you... ever... been with a boy, that kind of thing?"
Zhuang Youting's face turned red immediately, and after a long while, she stammered, "No!"
"Really not?"
"Really not!" The little girl became even more shy.
An Xiaomin thought to herself, she's twenty-two years old and still a virgin, which is quite rare in this day and age.
"So, it's normal that your breasts aren't big, after all, you haven't had that kind of experience yet! By the way, you were born in '98, right?"
"Yes!"
Looking at the girl in front of her, An Xiaomin suddenly felt a wave of sadness. She thought to herself, "My eldest son, if he were alive and healthy, would be a year older than this girl! I wonder where he is now? Is he alright?
" "My child, Mom misses you so much!" In this quiet night, An Xiaomin's heart was suddenly enveloped by sadness.
While An Xiaomei was asleep, I went to the living room to smoke. The things that had happened these past few days had left me distraught.
I didn't know what to do next. Should I expose the two elders' crimes in public? Or should I keep this to myself?
But one thing was clear to me: completely leaving the An and Yang families was now on the countdown…

(To be continued)

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