The chef ruined Mom's cooking.

My mom is very beautiful. She already had a great figure, and she frequently went to beauty salons to maintain her appearance. When I was in high school, she quit her job to stay home and take care of me. After the college entrance exam, she and a friend opened a restaurant, and her business was thriving; she seemed very busy.

In the following days, I followed my mom and discovered that the person she interacted with most was actually her former head chef—Li Dajun! While following her, I saw them eating and chatting together several times, and they walked on the street, seemingly very intimate, even though they weren't holding hands.

Knowing about the man, I can't stop thinking about my mom being taken advantage of by that somewhat overweight chef in bed, and it makes me very agitated. I wonder if my mom will have that child?

The more I think about it, the more agitated I become! I don't know if my mom will have the baby. She's a very stubborn person; once she's made up her mind about something at work, she won't change it. If she insists on having the baby, I doubt anyone can stop her. I desperately hope she'll abort the baby!

And then there's that cook, damn it! I've met him a few times before, and he seems like the kind of person who's two-faced. When he worked at my mom's restaurant, I often heard him talk about female customers with big breasts and short skirts, saying they wanted to sleep with my mom. I'm wondering, why did my mom choose to be with him?

After thinking for a while, I made up some reasons without really understanding why: maybe he seems honest. My mom used to go through him for things like inventory and accounting; he was in charge of purchasing and inventorying the food. Maybe my mom had more contact with him, and having been single for years, she couldn't resist another man's attention and sweet talk, and then her strong sexual desire combined with the feelings that developed between them—it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire!

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!

No wonder I felt something was off this semester. Every time I went home and looked through my mom's stockings, underwear, bras, etc., there were new ones every week—black ones, mesh ones. The drawers in the closet were all full.

After discovering my mother was pregnant, I thoroughly searched her room. Guess what I found? In her bedside table was a box containing a huge vibrating dildo. I also found condoms in several of her bags, and even a set of unopened lingerie in a slightly larger handbag.

My efforts paid off; deep in the closet, I found several pairs of what looked like torn stockings with white residue stuck to them – clearly semen. Why didn't she throw them away?! Why did she bring them home?! Seeing my mother

using sex toys when she was alone, I suddenly understood the loneliness and pain she endured as a woman. Who wrote the novel "The Edge of Love and Pain"? That title is fucking perfect; it breaks my heart!

One noon, my mother and I were eating together when she said she felt nauseous and didn't want to eat anymore. Then she went to the bathroom! I knew what had happened. When Mom came home, I asked her what was wrong. She said her stomach had been a little upset for the past few days, but some medicine would fix it. Good heavens! She's already having physical symptoms! How far along is she in the womb?

The very next morning, Mom was taking a shower, and I saw her phone on the coffee table in the living room. I picked it up and looked through it; it wasn't locked. My first thought was to check her text messages and chat apps. But the first message almost killed me! The contact's name was "Darling," and the message was simple and direct.

Mom: I'm pregnant!

Darling: Get rid of it!

Mom: I told you to use a condom, but you didn't! I even prepared one for you!

Darling: We've done it so many times and nothing happened, how come now?

Mom: How should I know!

These seemingly accusatory words were as sweet as honeyed honey. I knew they'd slept together a long time ago. I'd asked around about the chef at Mom's shop; he'd been divorced for years and now lived in a rented apartment in the suburbs. "To confirm it was the chef, I took the phone number I'd copied down to a restaurant employee who used to know him well. They confirmed, without much fanfare, that it was indeed Li Dajun's phone number.

That afternoon, after lunch, Mom went out wearing a t-shirt with buttons down the front and didn't return home until almost ten o'clock. When she came back, I noticed that the buttons on her t-shirt were now open, revealing her cleavage, and her hair was disheveled, and she wasn't walking as lightly as usual. I figured she must have gone to that random guy in the suburbs, heavily pregnant with his child, and been taken advantage of! Mom, what are you trying to do?

That night, I was very clear-headed. I considered two options for Mom: marry the chef or break up with him. But these were decisions that required mutual understanding!

As a son, I also felt I couldn't be too selfish. If my parents could find true love while they were still young, we should bless them, not hinder their path to happiness!"

I was thinking, Mom was willing to get pregnant by that man, so she must like him. Now, the only thing I need to do is investigate this guy named Li Dajun. Mom's been married before, so I need to be careful.

The next morning, Mom told me she'd be back at 10 pm. Wow! I didn't ask her what she was going to do for so long, because I'd never asked her before. After Mom left, I noticed the black fishnet stockings hanging on the balcony were gone, but I hadn't seen her wear them. I guess she'd stuffed them in her bag and taken them.

As a boy, I suddenly really wanted to know what Mom and that chef were doing together. Although it was painful to know at first, now that I understand, it's kind of exciting. In the afternoon, I bought some food and went to the chef's rented apartment in the suburbs early, having already found out beforehand. I figured Mom wouldn't be back until after 10 pm, so who else would I go to?

The chef's rented apartment was far away and remote, a long walk, and there weren't many people around. Just as I was figuring out the exact location of the chef's apartment, I overheard two migrant workers who weren't going to work and were resting at home chatting.

A: I told you Dajun's luck is good! Look, that woman is really beautiful!

B: I'm so jealous! If you're so capable, why don't you become a chef too?

A: I'd love to be that capable, but how dare I! My wife would skin me alive and slaughter me!

B: These past few months, I've often seen them coming and going here as a couple. You know, that woman is so rich, why does she still need to be here?

A: If she weren't here, you could hear her slutty moans!

B: Sigh! I want to hear them, but my wife keeps a tight rein on me at night, I can't even go out.

A: Can't go out? Haven't you heard it from here at home? The moans are so loud. Even from this far away, I can still faintly hear them.

B's wife came out of the house: "You're resting at home today, not working. What are you two talking about? What's so loud?" A and B smiled similarly: "Nothing, nothing." After finding the chef's house, I wandered around the area. It was indeed too remote; there were hardly any residents or people around. Although there were a few rooms, the chef's seemed to be a separate house from the rest of the neighborhood. After waiting for about two hours, it was almost 6:30 when I saw two figures approaching. In the still-setting sun, I recognized the woman—it was my mother! I witnessed the adulterous couple enter the room.

Since there weren't many people around, I went over and peered into the doorway to listen. As soon as they went in, I heard my mother say: "Don't rush! Don't rush! You're always in such a hurry!"

Before I could finish speaking, my mom exclaimed, "Ah! I told you not to rush! I'm pregnant with your child!" It turned out the chef had suddenly picked my mom up, and she said, "Be gentle." I heard the chef say, "I'm going to fuck you until you're half-dead today, I won't stop until I'm done." Then the room fell silent except for the sound of kissing. A short while later, I heard them throw their clothes on the floor.

Dajun: "Sis, you're so sexy! You don't look 45 at all, you look 30. Look at your stockings, this is practically begging me to fuck you to death!"

Mom: "What! You're going to fuck me to death? I'm carrying your child!"

Dajun: "What if I kill him?"

Mom: "Do you want me to give birth to him?"

Dajun: "I don't know, right now I just want to fuck you hard!"

Then I heard a series of loud slapping sounds outside—how much force must they have used to make that loud?!

My mom started screaming wildly, and now I finally understood what those two migrant workers meant by their conversation.

My mother started yelling: "Junzi, be gentle! Ah...ah...ahhh...put my hands down...ah...ah...ah...no...don't tie me up with your belt..." I was so engrossed in the listening that I didn't notice a few more listeners had come in, which startled me! They shushed me, telling me to be quiet and listen carefully, it was so exciting!

For the first time, I felt a sense of wantonness towards my mother; her lewdness could actually attract so many people to worship her!

Anyway, I didn't leave, I wasn't embarrassed, I kept listening! Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around, and a man who looked to be in his forties said to me: "Young man, is this your first time here? I've never seen you before."

I smiled: "Yeah, it's exciting!"

He said: "We come here often to listen. After listening, we have amazing energy, and when we go home, we have a great time with our wives, making them scream as loudly as this woman in the video."

I said: "I'm here to learn too."

Then we continued listening until my mom and her boyfriend finished, and only then did we, the free audience, reluctantly disperse. I was about to leave when that middle-aged man, like a ghost, stood in front of me and said, "Young man, come again soon. I feel a strong connection with you." Seriously? Are all middle-aged men like this, trying to get close to young people?

Then I went home, and my mom came home right on time—she really did come home exactly when she said she would. When she came back, I immediately noticed something was off about her; the stockings she hadn't worn when she left were now on her legs. I didn't say anything.

This eavesdropping experience made me feel that my mom's body and soul might be with that chef; even their sex was SM. I must find out about that man's character as soon as possible and properly vet him for my mom. But for now, no matter what, I can only temporarily accept that they're together because my mom loves him deeply.

If, in the end, that man is indeed problematic, I must make sure my mom cuts off all contact with him; that's my responsibility. If the man is decent in all aspects, I'm willing to find out if my mother has any intention of remarrying, and maybe I can bring them together. I can't be too selfish!

But how can I find out? Asking Dajun's current colleagues? I don't know them. Asking my mother's colleagues at her restaurant? I'm afraid of revealing myself. Going to his hometown to inquire? It's too far. After thinking it over, I realized there's one more person I hadn't thought of! It's that strange uncle from tonight. Maybe they live nearby and know each other well!

The next day, when my mother went out in the afternoon, she said she would be back late that night. My mother went out with her hair tied up, but when she came back, her hair was disheveled, a kind of messy beauty. Actually, I went with her again that night. And I ran into the uncle who told me we were destined to meet the night before. He was eavesdropping again. Apparently, my mother's moans were their free Viagra!

When I saw the uncle, before I could even speak, he said: "I said we were destined to meet yesterday. I didn't expect to meet again today." Um, the uncle's words always felt really strange to me, like he was interested in me.

I grinned at him awkwardly. He seemed to sense my hesitation and said, "Young man, don't think I have ulterior motives. It's just that last night was the first time I saw you, and I felt an instant connection. You remind me so much of my son, who's still in college. Oh, and I forgot to tell you my name is Kang Wei. You can ask around the area; I'm definitely not a bad person!"

That night, I took Kang Wei's phone number and address home. I knew my job wasn't about stalking my mother anymore—they'd already slept together. My main goal now was to find out about that chef!

After much consideration, Kang Wei became my entry point. The next day, I went to the suburbs again and inquired about Kang Wei in populated areas. Everyone called him Brother Kang, saying he was the most influential person in the area and respected him greatly. I was overjoyed. So, finding out about that person would be much easier. I need to build rapport with Kang Wei first before getting down to business, to avoid seeming presumptuous!

I'm an intellectual, after all.

I contacted Kang Wei, and he told me to call him Uncle Kang. He said he'd be working at the construction site for a while, finishing at 6 PM, and if I wanted to visit their house, I could come at 6 PM. Of course I'd go, no matter what time.

The first time I went to Uncle Kang's house and met Aunt Kang, I was shocked. Aside from being simply dressed, she was an absolutely stunning mature woman—a perfect figure, a beautiful face, a great bust, and a really nice butt! No wonder Uncle Kang goes to listen to my mother moan every day; with such a beautiful wife, he must be doing it all the time. Aunt Kang was very enthusiastic and liked me a lot, saying I looked a lot like their Kang Kang when he was still working at school!

Don't all parents have this parental feeling, easily treating the children around them as their own when their own children aren't around?

From then on, I chatted with Uncle Kang every night about everyday things—studies, the hardships of working, and the difficulties of life. They thought I was a child who had suffered, very polite, and sensible—just like their son.

Haha! I originally just wanted to ask some questions, but I didn't expect to actually admire Aunt Kang, this mature woman, and she even introduced me to Uncle Kang, a close friend despite our age difference.

After we got to know each other, it became easier for me to ask questions. Starting one night, I began to intermittently inquire about Chef Dajun from Uncle Kang. I said I was very curious, that he was really good at sleeping with women! Uncle Kang asked if young men these days have a strong yearning for sex, and they were worried that their sons might not be able to control themselves at school and might get a girl pregnant.

I told Uncle Kang not to worry, that universities are very open, and sex between men and women is normal. I said I had also had one or two girlfriends and slept with them, but I always used condoms. Nowadays, girls are more aware of self-protection, and boys are more aware of safety, so nothing would go wrong.

Uncle Kang said it seems the older generation of men have a weak sense of safety, and women lack self-protection. "Look," he said, "that woman Dajun's been sleeping with, he even bragged to us that he got her pregnant!"

"Huh?!" I feigned shock.

Uncle Kang, behind Aunt Kang's back, told me, "You don't have to believe it, even though they're always having sex in bed, that woman was heavily pregnant with him. Dajun said that woman really enjoys being subservient to him and can't live without him."

"Really?! He told you all that?" I said.

Uncle Kang said, "Dajun and I are actually from the same hometown. He's the kind of person who loves to show off. Whenever the topic of women comes up, he'll talk about all the women he's been with with great enthusiasm, making all the old men around here incredibly envious, especially those whose wives are strict with them. They're so jealous they're practically grinding their teeth, wishing they could be Dajun.

" "Doesn't he have a wife?" I asked.

"Yes! He used to, but not anymore. His wife was a waitress at a restaurant. A few years ago, she got involved with the restaurant owner. When Dajun found out, he went home and beat his wife up. Unexpectedly, his wife's boss got some people to beat Dajun up too! He even ended up in the hospital!

Later, his wife's boss hired a lawyer to help her divorce Dajun, and the two of them got married. Considering her son's future, Dajun's wife simply took Dajun's son with her. Now he calls that man 'Dad.' And now, Dajun's ex-wife has given birth to twins for her current husband, a boy and a girl, and they live a happy and fulfilling life. Dajun's son has also integrated into that happy family."

Uncle Kang became more and more engrossed in his storytelling, while I listened with increasing interest, eager to investigate every inch of Dajun's family history!

Uncle Kang said that Dajun was actually quite pitiful, having experienced his wife's betrayal and the separation from his son. Now, he even finds it difficult to see his son, as his ex-wife's family has immigrated abroad. Therefore, he hates restaurant owners to the core! Uncle Kang told me that Dajun didn't just hate his ex-wife's boss, but rather extended his hatred to all restaurant owners. He himself was a chef, so he had ruined every restaurant he had worked for. After the divorce, Dajun was fired by his boss within days because the food he cooked was practically inedible. After many twists and turns, he became smarter. He could no longer tamper with the food, but instead sought revenge on the owners. If the owner was male, he would target the owner's wife; if the owner was female, he would target the owner directly.

I was terrified when I heard this. My mother was a female owner; what if he was targeting my mother… My worries were interrupted by Uncle Kang's words.

I don't know how Dajun did it, or where he learned his womanizing skills. He worked at several restaurants, and slept with the women of each owner without being caught. Only two years ago, while working at a restaurant, he accidentally offended a chef friend who knew him very well. His friend, enraged, told the current owner about Dajun's affair with his current boss's woman. They set a trap and caught Dajun in bed with her. To protect his reputation, the owner didn't send Dajun to jail, but instead crippled one of his fingers—did you notice? This deepened his resentment!

Hearing this, I was even more terrified. This chef wasn't a chef at all; he was a monster! What should my mother do?

Uncle Kang continued: "In the past few years, Dajun has become even more cunning and treacherous. Many of his friends have learned to be wary of him. His womanizing skills have become incredibly refined. He hates his boss, he hates women, and he sleeps with women too. He told us all this himself!"

After losing his finger, Dajun moved here, living a life of nightly revelry. We were all incredibly envious of him, wondering how many women he'd had. Sometimes, Dajun would tell us about his romantic escapades, even mocking us for our poor sexual function, saying we didn't have his skills and methods!

The young people here, and even older men like me, were used to listening to his live-action erotic songs outside his door—it was so exciting! It's been about two years now, but in the last six months, he hasn't seemed to have changed women much. Apparently, it's his former restaurant owner, a single woman. Dajun is so arrogant! If they got married and had children, the revenge would be perfect; he could even seize her boss's assets!

I immediately got worried: "Uncle Kang, is Dajun really that bad?"

At that moment, Aunt Kang sat down next to us: "Anyway, Dajun isn't a good person. It's best not to mess with him!"

I nodded in agreement. Over the next few days, I intermittently learned a lot about Dajun from Uncle Kang, and summarized it: His affair with my mother was absolutely impossible. I couldn't let my mother walk into a trap, I couldn't pretend not to know there was a pit in front of her and let her willingly jump in!

After fully understanding Dajun, in order to expose that beast's true colors to my mother, I placed her pregnancy test results on the coffee table in the living room. She looked nervous when she saw them. I told her I knew everything about her and wanted to know her thoughts.

My mother said that she had never considered finding another man before because of me, but now she felt she had met true love, and she wanted to marry that cook named Dajun and have the child. She said, "To love someone is to leave a sweet trace with that person!"

Pah! Sweet trace? Scumbag! He actually used tricks to make my mother so devoted and submissive.

Before I could even speak, my mother asked me if I supported her finding another partner.

I said, "Mom, you've worked so hard for me. I wholeheartedly support you finding a partner, but that Dajun is no good. He has ulterior motives; he's not kind at all!" As I spoke, I told her what Uncle Kang had told me, and even copied the recording of my conversation with Uncle Kang onto her laptop for her to listen to.

Guess what my mom

's response was? She said, "I know all about his past, but after being with him, I've discovered he's actually a good person, not bad at all. He's very good to me. He said he's changing for me, trying to become a better person!

" Holy crap!

What the hell is wrong with my mom? She's so blinded by greed, believing that Dajun is the kind of good man she can entrust her life to.

I said, "Mom, if it's him, I absolutely disagree."

My mom said, "Can you bear to see your mother suffer like this?" Besides, there's more in my belly, more… I started to sneer: Mom, you mean now that you're pregnant, you don't have to care about me anymore, you don't have to consider my feelings anymore, right? Haha… My mom said no, no, give me some time, you two should get to know each other, you'll accept him, he's really a good person.

I was furious and told her about what I overheard that night—Dajun using a belt to bind my pregnant mother and sexually abuse her, saying that the man didn't cherish her at all.

My mom still stubbornly insisted: I did it willingly!

Finally, feeling utterly helpless and resigned, I said: This is your business, it has nothing to do with me, I don't care anymore, you can do what you want, I'm desperate.

After saying that, I turned around and went back to my room. My mom didn't say anything, she also ran back to her room, lay on the bed and cried incessantly. I could tell she was very sad. But do you know, your son is even more sad!

These past few days I've stayed at home, not allowing my mom to go out, not allowing her to use the phone or the computer! I've been like a prison, imprisoning my mom in the house, cut off from the outside world. That man would never dare to barge in. Yet, almost every night, I could hear my mother crying.

She often stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the world outside, her face devoid of color, completely different from how she looked after being pampered by that chef. She was pregnant! How could she be so melancholy? Seeing my mother growing thinner and thinner, I was terrified. Mom, what's wrong with you?

One day, my mother came out of her bedroom, walked to me who was watching TV, and suddenly knelt down. I was stunned.

I helped my mother up, but she refused to get up, crying and begging me: "Son, please grant your mother's wish. I've sacrificed so much for you, and now I've met someone I love, but you're like a distant river... Waaah... Please grant your mother's wish... Please grant your mother's wish... Waaah..." My mother actually fainted while crying. I was terrified and rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said: "Your mother's emotional state and nutrition are poor, affecting the fetus's health. She needs proper care. It's due to excessive grief; you need to manage her emotions."

The doctor's words pierced my heart. My mother had fainted because of that man. I collapsed beside my mother's bed, tears of despair streaming down my face.

I knew that only by returning my mother to that man could she regain her former strong, independent self. My mother used to be so proud; now she's groveling before me. I couldn't bear to think about it anymore; it was heartbreaking!

I took my mother home. She rested in bed, while I sighed deeply in the bathroom: "Why is this happening?" Then, I went to my mother's room, returned the phone to her, and said, "Mom, go pursue your happiness. I don't care about you two anymore. Although I don't like Dajun, I'm not heartless. I still hope you're healthy and happy!"

My mother got up, hugged me tightly, and said, "Thank you, son." Then I left the house. I knew my mother would definitely change her clothes and go find that man. A little while later, my mother indeed came out, dressed beautifully, like a newlywed.

Inside the rented room, the two were naked on the bed, passionately sucking each other's tongues, their passion intense and tender. "

Sister, I thought you didn't want me anymore! So much time has passed, I can't get through on the phone, no replies to messages, and I haven't been online on WeChat or QQ.

Since you can't contact me, why don't you come to my house? I'm going crazy missing you!" "

Sister, I want to come to you too, but with your son, how can I dare!

Junzi, aren't you brave enough to be brave for me just once?"

"Sister, we've finally met, let's not talk about sad things anymore. I've been so pent up these past few days, let me love you properly!" "

Junzi, you naughty thing, I hope

you're pent up! I'm carrying your child, be gentle later." "Sister, don't worry, I'm here!"

Mom held Dajun's scrotum in one hand and grasped his erect penis with the other. She teased Dajun's glans with her tongue, her loving gaze utterly captivating. Suddenly, Mom opened her small mouth and swallowed Dajun's huge penis whole. That swallowing, that oral skill, I only experienced it later.

Dajun actually moaned as Mom sucked him: "Sister, your sexy mouth feels so good, Junzi wants to fuck you right now!"

Mom, how obedient are you? Dajun just said he wanted to fuck you, and you spat out his penis, proactively sticking out your plump ass, and even turned back to gaze affectionately at this man, saying ambiguously: "Junzi, fuck me if you want! My hole is for you to fuck!"

Holy crap! Feng Menglan, are you even my real mother? How could you be so shameless!

Dajun raised his spear and thrust it in, but stopped after only a few thrusts, as if pondering something. There's no reason for him to stop! Could it be out of pity, realizing Mom is pregnant?

Dajun said: "Sis, it's been so long, I haven't fucked your asshole yet, so take this opportunity to offer it to me."

Mom turned around: "Junzi, do you really want my asshole?"

Dajun nodded. Mom said: "Then fuck me, anyway, I'm yours!"

Holy crap! Mom, what do you mean "fuck me, anyway, I'm yours"? Shameless! Shameless! Pui pui pui!! Don't let Mom's age fool you ;

her little anus is still as beautiful and delicate as a spring flower. Dajun spat a few times and slowly smeared it into Mom's little anus. Afraid it wouldn't be lubricated enough, he also smeared the vaginal fluid from Mom's vagina onto her anus. Dajun's saliva mixed with Mom's vaginal fluid in her anus—adulterous couple!

Dajun raised his engorged, veiny penis, aimed it at Mom's anus, and thrust it in.

Mom screamed: "Dajun, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Amidst Mom's cries of pain, Dajun seemed to still have a shred of humanity: "Sister, bear with it. If it really hurts too much, I'll stop."

Mom said: "It's okay, I can take it!"

Dajun thrust a few times, and a few drops of blood seeped from Mom's anus. Mom was willingly enduring the pain for this man! She even reminded Dajun: "Fuck me harder!"

You might say Dajun was being chivalrous, but he was just putting on an act. Now he was relentlessly thrusting into his mother's anus, driving her to a frenzy of lust: "Ah...ah...Dajun...fuck me harder...fuck my ass harder...fuck me harder...ah...my ass is yours...ah...fuck me harder...fuck me harder..." The pain in his mother's body had long since turned into pleasure; the anal sex was never as desolate as when love was a thing of the past!

Suddenly, Dajun began to moan: "Sister, your little ass is so tight, it feels so good! I'm about to cum."

His mother said with great enjoyment: "Junzi, cum, cum all into my ass."

Dajun's thick semen gushed out, and he panted heavily: "Sister, come and lick my cock clean."

His mother, like an obedient little bitch, turned around, lowered her head, and began licking Dajun's filthy penis, cleaning off the remaining semen.

That night, his mother didn't go home. Although she was pregnant, she and Dajun stayed in that rented room all night, until they were completely exhausted.

I couldn't reason with my mother, so I asked my grandparents to talk to her. The next day, my mother came home and slept all day. That night, my grandparents tried to reason with her on the phone, but it was no use. She was too deeply poisoned and beyond help!

I could only console myself: that Dajun genuinely cared for my mother. Even if he sexually abused her during her pregnancy, it was still a way of showing love. Even if he had a bad past and did many bad things, as long as he was willing to change for my mother, I was willing to accept him because I wanted my mother to be happy!

However, this self-consolation shattered a few days later. One night, around midnight, Li Dajun called me urgently. He said my mother had miscarried and was bleeding heavily, and was currently receiving treatment at the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital.

It turned out to be this beast, this scum! Just tonight, he tied my mother to the bed for S&M, whipped her with a belt, and after he finished, he even used an oversized vibrator on my mother's vagina. Finally, my mother unfortunately suffered a massive hemorrhage.

Seeing this, Li Dajun panicked and had no choice but to call 120 (emergency services) and take my mother to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital. After arriving, the doctor insisted that a family member come, and he couldn't refuse. So, he took my mother's phone and called me. I was stunned.

When I arrived, the man was nowhere to be seen. I thought he was trying to run away that night! Seeing this, I was truly heartbroken for my mother: even if you're not a casual person, you should at least find a reliable man!

After a long time, the doctor came out of the operating room and said: "The patient's condition is stable now, but she must rest and recuperate during this period. Pregnant women should avoid doing things they shouldn't do during pregnancy, especially since the patient is now of advanced maternal age. This miscarriage has been extremely harmful to her body."

I was moved to tears: "Thank you, doctor. We will definitely take good care of my mother. Thank you, thank you!"

My mother stayed in the hospital for two days, and my grandmother came from the countryside to take care of her. After returning home, my grandmother took great care of my mother, attending to her every need, comforting her wounded heart and body.

My mother was overjoyed to be with Dajun, and she eagerly anticipated giving birth to his child. Unfortunately, Dajun truly didn't cherish my mother at all, and had no sense of responsibility as a man! Even with her limbs bound, she kept begging Dajun to stop, to stop whipping her stomach, to stop relentlessly thrusting the vibrator into her, all to protect the child in her womb. My mother's pleas were so helpless; she was heartbroken and wept in this pain!

My mother didn't know that the day after her incident, I contacted the restaurant owner whom Li Dajun had previously harmed, and told them about Li Dajun's deception and rape of their wife! Enraged, they banded together, hired some thugs, and completely crippled Li Dajun in his rented room. His arms and legs were broken, he couldn't speak, and his proud genitals were severely damaged, leaving him with no chance of recovery. He received some secret treatment and was then sent to another city, becoming a beggar on the streets!

Li Dajun would never understand that the classic line from "Infernal Affairs," "What goes around comes around,"

would happen to him. He has the means to get women, and I have the means to make sure he can never get women again. I had already found the phone numbers of all the restaurant owners Li Dajun had worked for, but I still held a sliver of hope that he would become a good person.

In the beginning, when my mother was home, she would occasionally mutter Dajun's name; we all knew she hadn't given up on him. I wondered what kind of state my mother had reached to be so infatuated with a man, even if that man was a beast.

Later, in a Mao Zedong Thought class, I finally learned the answer. The teacher told us an example: a beautiful teenage girl actually committed suicide for a man in his forties who was ugly and disabled. Why?

It turned out that the girl had suffered abuse from her parents and bullying from her siblings in a poor rural family since childhood. No one treated her well, so she chose to work as this man's nanny. Unexpectedly, this single man treated her exceptionally well, providing her with unprecedented emotional, material, and physical satisfaction.

If a girl doesn't receive care and love from a young age, then when she grows up, if someone is willing to give her even a sliver of care or hope, she will treat that person as her whole world. This is why girls should be raised in a comfortable environment—so they won't be easily deceived by men.

My mother, precisely because she had been lonely for so long, suddenly had a man enter her life, bringing her both emotional and physical pleasure. That's why she poured her heart and soul into this man who was willing to care for and nurture her, becoming hopelessly trapped in this twisted relationship, unable to extricate herself, sinking deeper and deeper, no matter how despicable the man was!

[The End]

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