Mother and son marriage

Do you know what it's like to pursue your own mother? Do you know what it's like to slip your hand under your mother's skirt and touch her private parts? Do you know what it's like to slowly insert your hard penis into your mother's vagina and fully enjoy her body? Do you know what it's like to have a grand wedding with your mother in front of everyone and hear her call you "husband" in public? Do you know what it's like to get your own mother pregnant and have her bear your children? You may not know, but I do. Because I've experienced it firsthand. The passion and wonderful sensations are truly indescribable. Excitement? Satisfaction? Happiness? All of those, but those few words alone are simply not enough to describe the feeling. Perhaps, if I tell you about my true experience, you will understand. ********** ... For over a decade, my adoptive parents treated me exceptionally well, truly regarding me as their own son. However, perhaps because I knew they weren't my biological parents, or perhaps because of the significant age difference between us, despite not lacking their love, I always longed for the love of my biological parents. I firmly believed that my biological parents had their reasons for abandoning me, and I didn't hate them. I only hoped that one day I could see them again. Of course, this longing remained buried deep within me; I never revealed it to my adoptive parents. I knew they were very good to me, and I didn't want to hurt them with those thoughts, fearing they would think I didn't love them and ignore me. Even now, thinking back on those thoughts, I feel a pang of sadness, realizing how naive and foolish I was. However, those who haven't experienced a lack of love can't understand the fear of losing it. After my adoptive parents passed away, they left me a villa and a large sum of money, allowing me to continue living a very wealthy and carefree life. However, I didn't indulge myself because of this financial security. I graduated from university with excellent grades, earning the admiration of many who knew about my family's background. After graduation, I didn't rush to find a job because I didn't need to work to support myself, and I didn't know what to do. Faced with a life of uncertainty, I chose to travel, specifically road trips. For these trips, I bought a luxury SUV and drove around, truly experiencing a sense of freedom and adventure. Whenever I arrived at a hotel, I would stay in my room, turn on my laptop, and immerse myself in the virtual world online. Of course, sometimes, prostitutes would approach me, but I ignored them. Frankly, I had no interest in those "used and worn" women; the thought of them being touched and ridden by so many men made me lose interest. I preferred mature, respectable women. During university, I also tried dating twice. With my relatively tall and handsome appearance and some financial resources, both girlfriends were considered beautiful. Unfortunately, after sleeping with her a few times, I gradually lost interest, and sex became somewhat perfunctory. Girls are very sensitive, and predictably, this led to conflict and doubt, eventually fading feelings and ending in a breakup. After those two unsuccessful relationships, I temporarily lost interest in dating and focused on my studies. It wasn't until later, when I saw pictures of mature, voluptuous, and elegant women online, and my penis involuntarily sprang to attention, that I truly understood why I hadn't been passionate about campus beauties. It turns out I preferred mature, voluptuous women; I hadn't chosen the right type. No wonder. Anyway, since I don't frequent prostitutes, how do I deal with sexual urges while traveling? Simple, masturbation. As for picking up married women for one-night stands, I basically don't consider it; it's too troublesome and dangerous, especially when traveling. You could easily fall into a trap without even realizing it. Of course, if I had a particular favorite mature woman, I wouldn't mind taking the risk occasionally. Unfortunately, I'm always in a rush and have never had such an opportunity. Actually, masturbation is a good way to release sexual energy; it's cheap and convenient, haha. However, masturbation requires stimulation. At first, I would collect pictures of mature and voluptuous women online, but after seeing so many, my standards rose, and my nerves became more tolerant. It became increasingly difficult to reach arousal simply by looking at pictures. Then, I simply dug deeper into the resources and started browsing pornographic websites, looking for sex pictures and videos. This worked for quite a while, but unfortunately, after a few months, that method gradually lost its effectiveness. Faced with this situation, with nowhere to release my energy and my mind unconsciously relaxing and degenerating, I began frantically browsing a large number of pornographic websites, trying to find something to excite me. Heaven rewards the diligent, and I finally found a new magic weapon: erotic writing. I don't remember the name of the first erotic novel I read; I only remember ejaculating after reading only half of it. After experiencing the thrill of erotic fiction, I became addicted to it. I only liked reading mother-son erotic stories, since they were more relatable. Of course, I didn't imagine my deceased adoptive mother in them; I respected her greatly, and her circumstances didn't match. When I read, I always put myself in the characters' shoes, experiencing the thrill of breaking taboos. ********** ... That noon, I drove to a relatively remote historical site. When I returned to the parking lot to leave, I saw a farmer's wife with a simple fruit stall outside the bamboo fence, trying her best to sell her fruit. Unfortunately, with only a handful of tourists around, no one paid her any attention. Beside her sat a boy and a girl, about six or seven years old. The two children, dressed in worn-out clothes, stared longingly at the tempting fruit on the stall. However, they were both quite well-behaved; they didn't reach for the fruit but sat quietly, not disturbing the woman. When no one walked past the stall, the younger girl turned to the woman and whispered, "Mommy, I'm hungry!" The boy next to her...The children also looked at the woman. The woman glanced around, and seeing that no one was likely to come anytime soon, she took out an old aluminum food box from behind her, opened the lid, took out two steamed buns, and handed one to each of the children. The two children took the buns and began to eat them with relish. The woman watched the children eat, a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally reminding them to eat slowly so they wouldn't choke. The woman then reached into the food box, took another bun, put it to her mouth, took a bite, but then looked at the two children and put the bun back in the box. After the two children finished one bun, the woman continued to give them buns, and so on, until each child had eaten three or four buns and indicated they were full. Only then did the woman stop giving them buns. After they were full, the two children went to a nearby spot to pick up small stones and play. After the children left, the woman took out the three remaining steamed buns from the box and began eating the congee and pickled vegetables at the bottom of the container. After finishing the congee, she looked at the buns, then put them back, seemingly wanting to save them for the children. Watching this seemingly ordinary scene, I felt a pang of sadness. I felt sad for the two children's contentment at having buns, sad for the woman's act of saving the buns for her children, and even sad for myself for never having met my own parents. At that moment, the longing and yearning for my parents that had been buried deep within me since childhood overwhelmed me like a burst dam. Afterwards, I walked out of the parking lot, and with the woman's slightly surprised expression, I bought all the fruit from her stall. Then, I ended my year-long road trip and returned to G city. After returning to G City, I went home briefly, then drove to S City to visit the orphanage where I had been taken, inquiring about my parents. The orphanage was well-managed; even after so many years, they still kept my belongings from when I was found. Those belongings were just a yellowed piece of paper with only one sentence written in delicate handwriting: "Child, your father cruelly abandoned us, and your mother has reached a dead end. Your mother shouldn't have given birth to you, leaving you to suffer alone in this world. Your mother is sorry. I hope you can meet a good family. If fate allows, I will make it up to you in my next life. —Qian." On that short line, several characters had ink smudges spreading outwards in circles, as if wet from water droplets, perhaps from tears. Looking at that short line, my eyes blurred, and my throat felt like it was blocked. "Mom, you really had your reasons," I murmured to myself with a sense of relief, while simultaneously feeling immense disappointment, or rather, despair, towards my father, whom I had never met. From those few words, I gleaned a great deal of information. What desperate situation had my mother faced when she abandoned me? She seemed to have suicidal thoughts; perhaps she was no longer in this world. Moreover, from the text, my father was the complete opposite of the father I had always dreamed of. His ruthless image instantly flashed into my mind, shattering all my illusions. I stood there, stunned, holding the piece of paper, tears streaming down my face, my mind blank. A moment later, reminded by a staff member, I came to my senses. Then, I composed myself and carefully inquired about the details of how I was brought there, including the time, the identity of the person who brought me, their physical characteristics, and what they said. Unfortunately, because so much time had passed, and so many orphans came and went, although most of the original staff members were still working there, they couldn't remember the events of that time very clearly. Finally, I had to go through the original records to find out the name of the person who brought me there and the time they brought me there. In the remarks section of that record, I found a simple note detailing when and where I was first found. After thanking the orphanage staff and donating some money, I drove around S City for a while. The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. I told myself that my mother might not have committed suicide; as long as there was no definite news of her, there was still a chance. I had to find out the truth; I couldn't give up. With this thought in mind, I considered it and then used directory assistance to find several emerging detective agencies. I told them about the information I had and asked them to help me find my mother based on the clues. Of course, I didn't tell them I was looking for my mother; I just said I was helping a friend. Anyway, even with several times the normal fee, they all readily agreed to do their best to help. As for my father's whereabouts, I didn't want to look for him. I felt that someone who abandoned his wife and children didn't deserve to be my father. After that, I settled down in S City, waiting for news. A month later, just as I was starting to feel restless and anxious, a detective agency brought good news. They called to say they had found my mother's identity and whereabouts, and asked me to come to their agency to fulfill the remaining payment obligations. Hearing this, I went to the detective agency with immense excitement and trepidation. Once there, the staff explained their search and identification process to me, and presented me with evidence for confirmation. It turned out that they hadn't found the kind person who took me to the orphanage, but by searching through newspapers from that time, they found a news story about a woman who attempted suicide by drowning but was rescued. By verifying the description in the newspaper, they gradually located the person involved, and without disturbing them, secretly checked the handwriting, ultimately making a preliminary confirmation of my mother's identity. They did more than that. After initially confirming her identity, they conducted further investigations, confirming that the woman had indeed given birth to a baby boy beforehand, and that the baby had disappeared afterward. Of course, the efforts and methods they employed were certainly more than what I've mentioned, but that was enough for me. Faced with such meticulous investigation and evidence, I was incredibly excited and affirmed their conclusions. Ten minutes later, I left the detective agency. I paid 50,000 yuan and took an envelope containing documents. Actually, according to the original contract, I didn't need to pay them that much, but I was truly grateful to them, and besides, I didn't care about the money. After leaving the detective agency, I made a call to several other detective agencies that hadn't made any progress in their investigations, canceling their search services and instructing them to treat my deposits as breach of contract. Then I went straight back to my hotel. After returning to my hotel room, I closed the door, clenched my fists, and shouted a few times, releasing all the excitement and pent-up emotions I had been holding back, before finally opening the envelope containing the documents again. Inside the envelope were only a sheet of paper with printed information and three photos. The information sheet listed my mother's name, age, current work address, home address, and current temporary address, even including her marital and family details—it was incredibly detailed, making me marvel once again at the ingenuity of those people. The three photos were clearly taken secretly. One was taken at the entrance of a hotel, and the other two were taken in the hotel lobby. The person in both photos was the same middle-aged woman: wearing a hotel supervisor's uniform skirt, with a professional hairstyle, a full and well-proportioned figure, slightly tall, and with a dignified and beautiful appearance. Calling her middle-aged isn't quite accurate; she looked to be around thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old. That woman was my biological mother, He Meiqian. ********** ... Looking at the photo again, I stared at it for a long time. Looking at her in the picture, I first wondered what kind of personality she would have, whether she would be easy to get along with, whether my appearance would feel abrupt to her, and whether she would be happy to see me, her son. But as I thought about these things, for some reason, looking at the beautiful figure in the photo, my mind started to wander. "Her breasts seem really big, and the curve of her hips is beautiful. Hmm, her legs are full and well-proportioned. Generally speaking, legs like that are considered beautiful. Paired with a business suit, they are indeed very attractive, especially the way she walks. Her legs, moving in a staggered fashion, seem to stretch the hem of her skirt as if it's about to burst open, showcasing that beauty to its fullest. Hmm, those high heels she's wearing and her legs...""They really match. Damn it, what was wrong with the person taking the picture? Why didn't they take a clearer picture? I can't even tell if she's wearing stockings or not. But looking at the fair skin of her hands, neck, and face, the whiteness of her legs must be natural, not just because of the stockings. If I could touch her legs, they would feel amazing, probably incredibly smooth and delicate. By the way, her face really has that classic beauty, that shy, demure charm. She's so well-maintained, showing mature elegance without looking old. That's the ideal mature woman's charm!" My mind started wandering like this. "How could I think like that? She's my own mother. Thinking like that is so disrespectful to her. I can't think about it anymore." Suddenly, I snapped back to reality. I do enjoy reading stories about mothers and sons having incestuous relationships, but I've always felt that what I'm reading and thinking about is just other people's incestuous behavior, and I'm just temporarily putting myself in their shoes. In reality, I shouldn't have any disrespectful thoughts about my own mother. After regaining my senses, I placed the photo face down on the bedside table and tried not to look at it again, attempting to calm the chaotic thoughts in my mind. Unfortunately, once the thought arose, it wouldn't leave; her figure, perfectly matching my aesthetic and sexual desires, kept replaying in my mind. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. On one hand, I felt guilty for having such thoughts, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but imagine her alluring figure. I got out of bed and wandered aimlessly on the carpet for a while before slumping back onto the bedside table. I opened the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table and gulped down half of it. After finishing, I slammed the bottle back onto the table. As my hand left the water bottle, for some reason, I picked up the photo face down next to it and brought it close to my eyes. As my eyes greedily lingered on the beautiful figure in the photo, a thought seemed to uncontrollably cross my mind: what did her vulva look like under her skirt? "It's over, it's over, I'm hopeless." When I realized this thought had crossed my mind, I grabbed my hair in anguish, staring at the ceiling, groaning in utter turmoil. Then, I simply lay down on the bed, trying again to calm myself. Unfortunately, the more I tried to calm down, the less I could. In the end, even more outrageous thoughts flashed through my mind, like, "If I could have sex with her just once, I'd die happy." After another ten minutes of this internal conflict, I gradually calmed down, or rather, the inner turmoil finally came to a conclusion. I knew that the incestuous tendencies that had been growing unknowingly for so long had erupted. When those tendencies combined with the tempting reality, my pitiful moral compass could no longer hold back the most primal and intense desires within me. I know that if I continue to think that way and act accordingly, it would be immoral and despised by the world. However, I also know that deep down, I have truly succumbed to that ideology, and resistance will only plunge me into inner turmoil and pain. "Forget it, why make myself suffer so much? Let it be, let them think what they want, anyway, no one knows you're her biological son," I finally relented to myself. After making that first concession, I found myself facing even more compromises and descent into depravity. "If I don't tell her the truth, and approach her and pursue her like a stranger, I wonder if I can win her over? If I do, how exciting and satisfying it would be to sleep with her!" This thought, emerging during my compromise, quickly dominated my entire thought process. "Then how can I achieve that?" Specific plans began to surface in my mind. Then, I pondered this question seriously for a long time. Finally, my feverish mind only produced a rough plan: to pursue her without alienating her, and to completely win her heart and soul. I don't know how I fell asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, my head still ached a little. The feverishness in my mind had subsided, replaced by an unyielding obsession. I knew what I was thinking and doing, but I willingly let myself think and act that way. I don't know if what I thought at that moment represented my true heart, but my heart was truly determined to do it: willing to pay any price, willing to accept any punishment, for the dream in my heart. After some consideration, I gradually thought back to my original intention in searching for my mother. After some thought, I felt that my thoughts and plans didn't seem to contradict my original intention. Now that I'm all grown up, finding my biological mother isn't so much about seeking her care and love, but rather about uncovering my origins and making my life feel more complete. After finding her, I might regain her love, but will that love be the same as the love I received in childhood? Definitely not. That love would likely contain more guilt, but is that really what I want? No. Perhaps, now, what I truly care about is having a biological mother, proving I'm not alone, not a rootless child. If that's the case, pursuing my biological mother, making her love me, and me loving her in return, becoming her lover—as long as I can overcome my own moral constraints and feel natural and happy, what's wrong with that? Perhaps, because of the added thrill of breaking taboos, my love for her will be deeper and more devoted, making her happier. Wouldn't that be better than simply appearing before her as a son, caring for her out of respect and filial piety? After considering all these points, my heart finally found the perfect balance between family and love, and became incredibly resolute. I don't think I was poisoned by those distorted ideas; on the contrary, I should thank them for helping me find the happiest and most fulfilling goal in my life. As for the moral obstacles to overcome in achieving that goal, let them go to hell! Weren't they originally conceived by humans? Their initial purpose should have been to make society more harmonious and pleasant, not to cause suffering. If they already cause suffering, then why abide by them? With my mind made up, I passionately and eagerly reconsidered my upcoming itinerary, and then, feeling refreshed, ordered breakfast for my room. The waitress who delivered the food was very pretty, with a good figure, face, and temperament. Unfortunately, I didn't even bother to glance at her, because my heart already belonged to someone else, and my passion would only bloom for one person from now on. ********** ... Upon arriving in H city, I went straight to the Kailong Hotel where my mother was staying. The Kailong Hotel was a four-star hotel, with comprehensive and excellent facilities and services. After arriving at the hotel entrance and stating my intention to check in, a valet immediately drove my car to the parking lot, and a lady in a cheongsam led me to the front desk to complete the check-in process. Meanwhile, the staff quickly helped me with my luggage. Before even entering the hotel, I nervously and excitedly looked into the lobby, but unfortunately, I didn't see my mother. According to the research I had, my mother worked as a supervisor in the housekeeping department, so although I didn't see her in the lobby, I wasn't too disappointed, thinking I would probably see her after checking in and going to the guest rooms area. While checking in, I noticed a hotel duty sign behind the front desk. The sign indicated that the supervisor on duty in the VIP area of the housekeeping department was indeed my mother, He Meiqian. This discovery made me so excited that my hands and feet almost trembled. I suppressed my excitement and asked the front desk staff about the room service standards. The staff member politely answered my questions, but I only remembered one thing he said: if you stay in the highest-standard VIP room, a head waiter will personally provide you with service and you will enjoy a higher level of service.Service quality. Upon hearing this, I immediately said I wanted the highest-class VIP room. My eagerness surprised the clerk for a moment. The check-in was completed quickly; this time I booked for a month. After the check-in, a clerk immediately helped me with my luggage cart and guided me to the top floor guest room in the elevator. Once on the top floor, the elevator doors opened, and I saw the person I most wanted to see—my mother, He Meiqian. My mother was about 1.7 meters tall, with a slender yet full and well-proportioned figure. She was dressed as in the photos, with an elegant professional hairstyle, a colorful scarf around her neck reminiscent of a flight attendant's uniform, a purplish-red shirt under a finely tailored dark blue blazer, and a dark blue business skirt that just covered her mid-thigh. The skirt was perfectly tailored, beautifully accentuating her waist, hips, and thighs. Her legs, clad in thin, sheer flesh-colored stockings, appeared even whiter and more shapely, while black high heels accentuated the perfect curves of her legs. In short, at first glance, the image of a dignified and sophisticated professional woman came into view, captivating anyone's heart—at least I was extremely captivated. "Good evening, Mr. Zheng. It's an honor to serve you. Your room is this way; please follow me." My mother greeted me politely with a warm smile, then turned and personally led me to my room. Seeing her smile and hearing her soft, sweet voice, I felt a sense of disorientation, as if something was stirring within me, and I stood frozen in place. After a moment of stunned silence, the waiter kindly reminded me, and I followed my mother to my room. The room was a short walk to the left of the elevator. All the way, I followed behind my mother, my eyes constantly scanning her swaying waist and shapely hips as she walked, and of course, her alluring, long, and full legs. I knew that if someone had seen my expression from the front, they would have seen my lecherous look. The short distance was covered quickly. When we reached the door of the VIP room, number 808, my mother stopped, turned sideways to me, and took out her card to open the door. From her side, I truly appreciated the magnificent view of her ample breasts. However, at that moment, the luggage carrier followed and stood next to me, so I had to suppress the urge to continue looking closely, pretending not to glance at her. After entering the room, my mother smiled and politely introduced the VIP room services, and helped the carrier arrange my luggage. Actually, I didn't remember exactly what she said; my attention was completely captivated by the beautiful way she bent over and squatted down. Actually, I think a woman's bending and squatting postures best showcase the curves of her body, and this is perfectly exemplified in my mother. After secretly admiring the "beautiful view" for a while, I dared not continue, afraid they would suddenly turn around and notice something amiss. Anyway, there would be plenty of time in the future to appreciate it, and if I ruined my image because of my current lecherous behavior and made my mother dislike me, it would be a loss. After a brief flurry of activity, my mother politely said goodbye and left the room with the waiter. Watching the door close, I suddenly felt a sense of loss. However, I quickly composed myself and said to myself, "Zheng Yi, you've finally taken the first step. Now it's up to you to use your skills. You must win her over, otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life in endless regret." That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. Of course, it wasn't because my mind was tangled with something, but because I was too excited about the challenging and exciting days ahead. I got up very early the next morning. After getting dressed, the first thing I did was open the door and look out to see if I could spot my mother. Unfortunately, I was disappointed; I didn't see her, only another supervisor. I went back to my room and called the front desk to order breakfast. After breakfast, I wandered around the hotel, hoping to run into my mother. But after a while, I still didn't see her. I figured she had probably changed shifts and gone home. Then I stopped wandering and struck up a conversation with a staff member, finally figuring out the situation. Apparently, there were three supervisors working in rotation in the VIP area, each working eight hours, with shifts usually changing once a week. It seemed I wouldn't see my mother again until evening. Since I was certain of this, I didn't feel like staying in the hotel any longer, so I drove out for a drive to clear my head and kill time. Finally, around 10 p.m., my mother arrived to take over her shift. I saw her at the door, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. My plan was finally about to begin. After glancing around the doorway a few times, I went back into the room, took off the ring from my finger, and held it in my palm. Then, I pressed the call button. Soon, there was a knock on the door. I quickly went to the door and opened it, immediately seeing my mother standing there. "Mr. Zheng, is there anything we can help you with?" my mother asked politely. Because she was standing very close to me, I could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her; I couldn't tell if it was her natural scent or perfume. The fragrance stirred a sudden surge of emotion within me. I managed to suppress this feeling and calmly said, "I had a ring that was on the table, but it's gone now. I guess I accidentally dropped it somewhere on the floor, but I haven't been able to find it. Could you help me look for it?" My mother readily agreed to help. I then led her into the room and pretended to search for the ring with her, while secretly watching her. Watching her squatting or kneeling, diligently searching and naturally displaying various alluring poses, I secretly swallowed hard, almost wanting her to keep searching forever. However, the room was only so big, and if it dragged on too long, and she hadn't found anything after searching the entire room, it would seem too fake. So, although I was reluctant to end the game, I had to stop at the right time. After pretending for a few minutes, I reached under the bed and pretended to find the ring. "Ah, finally found it! So it rolled into such a remote corner, no wonder it was so hard to find. Thank you so much for helping me search for so long," I said with a sigh. Seeing that I had found the ring, my mother stopped searching and stood up. After standing up, she seemed to want to say hello and leave the room. How could I do that? I had gone to so much trouble to trick her into coming in; how could I not get something out of it? "You've worked so hard, have some water." I took the initiative and offered her an unopened bottle of mineral water, hoping to stall her for time. "Thank you, but I'm not thirsty. I have to go back to my shift, so I won't disturb your rest any longer. If you need anything, just call me anytime, and I'll be right there." She politely declined my offer and insisted on leaving, seemingly unwilling to be alone in a room with me, a male guest, for too long. Seeing this, I became a little anxious and quickly said to her, "Actually, I do have something else I'd like to trouble you with. Do you have time to help me?" "It's my pleasure to serve you. Meeting the reasonable needs of our guests is our duty. Please let me know if there's anything else you need." She glanced at the still-open door and politely said to me, stopping her turn to leave. I breathed a sigh of relief, realizing I had managed to keep her in line. I thought for a moment and then said to her, "It's like this, I came to H City this time to do some sightseeing, but I'm unfamiliar with the area and don't know where to start. Could you perhaps introduce me to the attractions and bustling commercial districts of H City?" Seeing that my so-called request for help was actually this, she seemed secretly relieved. After a moment's thought, I understood her reaction. I guessed she had been harassed by male customers before, so she was worried I would make some inappropriate request. After all, my intention to keep her in the room was rather obvious; it seems my acting skills weren't up to par. "Oh, okay, then I'll give you a brief introduction," she agreed. Seeing her agree, I inwardly cheered, then politely invited her to sit on the sofa. I sat opposite her across the coffee table, adopting the posture of a good listener, looking at her earnestly. My gentlemanly demeanor seemed to dispel her last doubts and worries. Then, she began to give me a very serious and detailed introduction. Her introduction took five or six minutes. Throughout the conversation, I listened quietly, nodding occasionally, without interrupting. It wasn't that I couldn't get a word in edgewise, but rather that I simply didn't want to interrupt her. I found her gentle yet mature voice captivating. After the introduction, she...I said goodbye again. This time, I didn't make any excuses to keep her. Instead, I politely saw her to the door and sincerely thanked her. That night, I slept soundly and even had a good dream, though I won't reveal what it was about. The next day, after breakfast, I drove around the city and its outskirts, seeing many of the sights my mother had recommended. After another day of idling, I eagerly awaited her shift. Finally, after counting sheep on the ceiling for what seemed like the hundredth time, ten o'clock arrived. I carefully opened the door and, seeing that she was already at work, went out. Her service desk was near the elevator. I pretended to be going downstairs and, as I approached the elevator, greeted her and struck up a conversation, thanking her for the introduction and how it had saved me a lot of time. This time, she responded warmly and offered some suggestions. Before I knew it, we had chatted for several minutes. It wasn't until the elevator came up for the fourth time that I said goodbye and went downstairs. For the next ten days or so, I basically repeated the same thing: going sightseeing during the day, and finding opportunities to strike up a conversation with her after my mother went to work in the evening. The opportunities varied: sometimes I pretended to bump into her in the hallway, sometimes I struck up a conversation while waiting for the elevator, and sometimes I took the opportunity to chat with her while asking her to deliver something to my room. In short, after ten days, we were quite familiar with each other. Through these ten days of contact, I also gained a deeper understanding of my mother's personality and inner qualities. As a result, the more I learned, the more fascinated I became with her. I was convinced that she would not only be a woman who could drive a man wild, but also a virtuous wife and loving mother. And my thoughts and ideas slowly began to change with our deepening contact. Of course, my desire to pursue her remained unchanged; in fact, it became even stronger. What changed in my thoughts and ideas? To put it simply, it was just one thing. To put it simply, when I first had the idea of pursuing my mother, although I made up various reasons for myself, essentially it was mainly out of a desire for incestuous thrills and a longing for her body. But now, through a deeper understanding of her personality and inner qualities, I've begun to feel that I've developed pure romantic love for her, a desire to truly have her as my lover, not just a mistress. **************** ... She stood under an awning near the parking lot exit, a women's motorcycle parked beside her, occasionally glancing up at the sky. A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I quickly turned the steering wheel, pulling the car up to her. "Sister Qian, are you waiting here for the rain to stop?" I asked, rolling down the window. We'd gotten to know each other better over the years, and I'd started calling her Sister Qian, which she hadn't objected to, so that's what I called her now. At my request, she stopped calling me Mr. Zheng and started calling me Xiao Yi. My mother, seeing me greet her, turned to look at me, a hint of helplessness in her voice, and said, "Yes, I was supposed to hand over my shift at six, but seeing the heavy rain, I worked overtime for a while. Who knew it would still be pouring when I came out? The wind's even stronger. I've been waiting for half an hour already, and I don't know how much longer this rain will last." Hearing this, a brilliant idea struck me. "Oh, is that so? Sister Qian, how about I take you home? I don't have anything important to do anyway, I just drive around aimlessly," I suggested. My mother shook her head and said, "How could I? It's too much trouble for you. I'll wait a little longer, you go and do your thing." "What's there to be embarrassed about? I really have nothing to do, it's no trouble at all. Besides, this rain probably won't stop anytime soon, who knows how long we'll have to wait. Don't be so polite, get in," I earnestly persuaded. Seeing my insistence, my mother turned to look at the sky again, thought for a moment, and then nodded and said, "Then thank you. I'll go park the car first and then come out, please wait a moment, it'll be quick." After saying that, she started her motorcycle and drove back to the parking lot. Two minutes later, she came out of the parking lot. I opened the passenger door for her in advance. After my mother opened the door and got in, she sat down in a very elegant posture and closed the door behind her. After she got into the car, the enclosed space made her delicate fragrance even more pronounced, wafting into my nostrils. I couldn't help but take a careful, deep breath, pretending to check if the doors were closed, while my eyes quickly glanced at her plump, pressed thighs as she sat down. My heart skipped a beat. "Sister Qian, where do you live? Let's go straight home now," I asked her, quickly adjusting my demeanor to avoid being noticed. My mother immediately gave me an address and pointed out the directions. Without further delay, I followed her directions and drove towards her house. Along the way, listening to her soft voice, smelling her subtle fragrance, and occasionally stealing glances at her beautiful legs, I felt quite comfortable. I really wished her house was far away, so I could enjoy it longer. Unfortunately, her house wasn't far away, but in a residential area in the west of the city, probably only two or three kilometers from the hotel. Although I had slowed down considerably, after turning a few corners, we still arrived back at her house. Her house was a small, detached house with a three-story building and a surrounding wall; it looked quite old, the walls a faded color. After parking, I immediately grabbed an umbrella from behind the driver's seat, got out in the rain, and walked to the other side of the car to escort her inside. My mother didn't have an umbrella, so she didn't say anything. After getting out of the car, she stood close to me, letting me shield her from the rain. As we walked towards the house, I initially considered putting my arm around her waist, but then I thought it would be too abrupt and might offend her, so I abandoned that idea and simply tried to hold the umbrella as close to her as possible. Of course, I also took the opportunity to inhale her fragrance more deeply. The ten-meter distance was covered quickly. She took out her keys, opened the gate, and then we walked into the yard and into the living room on the first floor of the house. Once inside, I put away the umbrella. At that moment, I noticed that one side of my clothes was soaked through and dripping wet. My mother noticed this too, and she said apologetically, "I'm so sorry you got your clothes all wet. My parents aren't back yet. If you're not in a hurry, could you sit here for a bit? I'll go find you some clothes to change into, and I'll let you change back into your wet clothes after I've dried them, okay?" "Yes, that's perfect!" I thought to myself. "Thank you so much," I replied. Then, with a crisp sound of high heels, my mother turned and went upstairs to the second floor. A moment later, she came down empty-handed. She said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I wanted to get some of my dad's clothes for you to change into temporarily, but his room was locked, so I couldn't get them." "It's alright, the weather isn't cold now, it's okay if your clothes are a little wet, they'll dry on their own soon," I quickly said. My mother seemed a little guilty. After thinking for a moment, she blushed slightly and said to me, "You might catch a cold if you keep wearing wet clothes. How about this, you go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, and hand them to me. I'll take them to dry. Just wait in the bathroom for a bit; it'll be done quickly." "Okay, thank you," I quickly agreed, afraid she might change her mind. Then, I went to the bathroom next to the living room, took off my t-shirt and trousers, and handed them out through the crack in the door. My mother took them from outside, said "wait a moment," and then went back upstairs. I stood in the bathroom with my arms crossed for a few minutes, thinking of an excuse to stay longer. Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the living room. It was an elderly man and woman talking. Could it be my parents, my maternal grandparents, coming home? A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me. Would they have a bad impression of me if they saw me like this? I thought anxiously. In my anxiety, I heard the voices getting closer and closer to the bathroom. "Honey, our daughter seems to be back, but where's her motorcycle?" "In this wind and rain, who could ride a motorcycle? She probably took a taxi." "That's true. By the way, keep an eye on things...""Are you there yet? There's an SUV parked outside our front door. Whose car is that? Nobody around here owns a car. If someone else is looking for someone nearby, they shouldn't park in front of our house. It's really strange." "Old man, why are you thinking about that? It's not blocking your way. Oh dear, old man, can you be more careful when you put things down? Making such a loud noise, what if it disturbs our daughter's sleep? She's been working the night shift a lot lately and can only catch up on sleep in the morning. It's so hard for her." When I heard them say this, they had already walked to the outside of the bathroom. Judging from the footsteps, they seemed to have stopped. "Are they going to go into the bathroom? This is terrible! What should I do?" My heart was pounding with anxiety. If they saw me hiding in the bathroom in just my underwear and leather shoes, I would be in big trouble. At this critical moment, I heard my mother's voice. The voice was coming from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by the sound of her high heels walking down the stairs. "Dad, Mom, you're back," my mother greeted her parents. I could hear the obvious tension in her voice. "Daughter, aren't you going to take a nap? Why did you come down? And why are you carrying a set of men's clothes?" my grandmother asked. "Ah, this... well, it's like this. It was raining heavily earlier, and I couldn't ride my motorcycle. A friend drove me home, but his clothes got wet when we came in, so I dried them for him. I'm bringing them down now," my mother explained, her words a little hesitant. "Oh, so that car outside the gate belongs to your friend. By the way, where is your friend? We didn't see him when we got back," my grandfather chimed in. "Yes, we didn't see him," my grandmother added, equally puzzled. "Well, he's in the bathroom," my mother replied weakly after a moment of silence. I could easily imagine the interesting look on her face. Bringing a man home, then having him take off his clothes and hide in the bathroom, only to be caught by her unsuspecting parents—any woman would be nervous in that situation. As my mother finished speaking, I heard her footsteps reaching the door. The two elders were silent for a moment, probably stunned. "Xiaoyi, your clothes are done," my mother said, knocking on the bathroom door. I quickly opened the door a crack and saw a pale hand slip my clothes through the crack. I took the clothes and hurriedly put them on, while simultaneously hearing scattered footsteps heading towards the living room. "Daughter, tell me honestly, is that man inside your boyfriend?" I heard my grandmother ask my mother in a low voice, but even though she was trying to be quiet, her voice was still quite loud, and I could still roughly understand her. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? He's just a casual friend I've known for a short time, maybe not even a casual friend, just an acquaintance. He just happened to bring me home. Don't say anything like that later, it'll embarrass him," my mother whispered, trying to explain. "Oh, I know, haha," my grandmother chuckled, and my grandfather chuckled a few times too, but their laughter sounded a little strange to me. They seemed to say something else after that, but they were a bit far away by then, so I couldn't hear them clearly. I quickly changed my clothes, took a deep breath, thought about what I would say when I went out, and then walked out with a nervous heart. As soon as I turned back to the living room, I saw a man and a woman, both around seventy years old, slightly overweight, with ordinary but kind faces, sitting on the sofa drinking water. My mother was standing, looking at me somewhat helplessly. After I appeared in the living room, the two elderly people stood up, carefully looking me over, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces. My mother opened her mouth as if to say something, but seemed momentarily at a loss for words. "Uncle and Aunt, hello, my name is Zheng Yi. I'm so sorry to bother you," I said, breaking the silence. "You must be Meiqian's friend. Come and sit down, don't be shy," my grandmother said, her face beaming with smiles as she warmly invited me to sit down. I quickly composed myself and went over to sit on the sofa chair next to them. After I sat down, my grandmother chuckled and went to get a cup and tea leaves to make me some tea. My mother glanced at me helplessly and then sat down as well. My grandfather took out a cigarette and offered it to me with a smile. I quickly stood up to take the cigarette and lit it for him with my lighter. After we finished, we sat down together again, and my grandmother made tea for me and sat down as well. What followed was a typical scene of a son-in-law meeting his in-laws for the first time. The two elders asked me some casual questions, which I answered nervously but politely. My mother, however, couldn't get a word in edgewise, or rather, she didn't know how to join the conversation, looking helpless and embarrassed. I knew my grandparents had misunderstood. Although my mother had explained, they didn't seem to believe her explanation and still thought I was her boyfriend. This wasn't surprising; after all, me taking off my clothes and letting my mother dry them was something most friends wouldn't do—it seemed too intimate and beyond what most people would imagine. Even among close friends, even if the woman didn't feel embarrassed, the man would probably feel awkward. What deepened their misunderstanding was that my behavior really did resemble that of my mother's boyfriend. Actually, I wasn't pretending; that was truly my intention. I didn't just want to be her boyfriend; I wanted to be her husband. In short, the two elders were behaving like parents-in-law looking at their son-in-law, which was understandable. And I was feeling like a son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law for the first time, which was even more understandable. Only my mother was temporarily sidelined, unable to defend herself. During the conversation, my maternal grandparents asked how long I had known my mother. Of course, I didn't dare say I'd only known her for a couple of weeks, but vaguely replied that we'd known each other for some time. The tense yet pleasant conversation lasted for about ten minutes. My maternal grandmother stood up first, saying she would cook for me. I pretended to decline for a moment, but was "convinced" by her and my grandfather's insistence. When I agreed to stay for dinner, I saw my mother turn around and, when the two elders weren't looking, give me a slightly embarrassed and annoyed glare. She seemed to be blaming me for pushing my luck, pretending to be her boyfriend and then trying to freeload, as if she was determined to play the role of prospective son-in-law to the end. I pretended to ignore her glare. What a joke! How could I miss such a great opportunity to build a good relationship with the two elders? These opportunities are hard to come by! Once I've established a good rapport with them, it'll be much easier to come here often. In short, this situation completely exceeded my plans; it was as if fate was secretly helping me, and I could only secretly rejoice. Grandma went to cook, and seeing that Grandpa and I were still chatting happily, with no room for her to interrupt, Mother simply stood up and went to help in the kitchen, probably to explain things to Grandma as well. While we were chatting, I noticed a very well-made chess set under the coffee table in front of the sofa and casually mentioned it. Grandpa immediately became very interested and started talking about his glorious victories. Coincidentally, I also know a bit about chess, so I immediately suggested we play a few games. The result? After several games, it was a close call, with both sides winning and losing. Grandpa exclaimed that he hadn't found a suitable opponent in a long time and insisted that I come over often to play with him. Of course, I readily agreed, feeling incredibly grateful to my old roommate who used to drag me into playing chess all the time. After a few more games, dinner was ready. Grandma urged me repeatedly before Grandpa reluctantly ended his game and joined me at the table. During dinner, I noticed Grandma's attitude towards me hadn't changed at all, which finally put my mind at ease. It seemed that while Mom was in the kitchen, either she didn't explain further, or she tried but to no avail. Over the course of the meal, my relationship with my grandparents had grown considerably. The two elders frequently glanced at me and then at my mother, their satisfaction evident. After dinner, seeing that it was getting late, I worried that I might disturb my mother's nap and tire her out, but also that I might overdo it, so I said goodbye. The two elders tried to persuade me to stay, especially Grandpa, who wanted to play a few more games with me. I finally managed to leave, citing important business to attend to. Before leaving, faced with my grandfather's enthusiastic challenge, I confidently agreed. My mother saw me off. She was mostly silent the whole way, until just before I got into the car, when she said to me with a slightly uncertain expression, "My parents seem to have misunderstood something. No matter what I say, they won't believe me. I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you. Why didn't you explain?" I smiled and said, "As long as the elders are happy, misunderstandings are fine. To be honest, I really wish I were your boyfriend, haha..." After saying that, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes were glued to her reaction. My mother seemed taken aback by my answer, and after a long pause, she said calmly, "I'm so old, how could I be qualified to be your...""Girlfriend. It's raining heavily, you should get in the car quickly, I should go back too. Anyway, thank you for bringing me back." I wanted to say something more, but seeing her expression, I held back, nodded, and got in the car with a hint of disappointment. After the car started moving, I turned around and saw her standing still at the door. After the car had driven a few dozen meters, I looked back again, but she was gone. At that moment, I felt a little lost. I knew that she had probably gradually realized that I had some feelings for her, or more directly, that I liked her. Otherwise, her expression when she saw me off wouldn't have been so unnatural. It's true, for the past ten days or so, I've deliberately tried to talk to her every day. Even if I acted carefully and naturally, after a while, she's not stupid; she'll definitely notice something. Plus, considering my behavior at her house today, it would be strange if she still didn't realize it. Although I don't know her current mindset, as long as she hasn't explicitly rejected me, it's okay. Opportunities still need to be seized. As long as I'm sincere and persist, I believe I'll eventually win her over. Of course, even if she expresses rejection or dislike today, I won't give up. I'll pursue her until the last day of my life. ********** ... However, I searched the entire floor but couldn't find her. Finally, I went back to my room and pressed the service bell, only to be greeted by a different supervisor. I ordered some food and casually asked why Supervisor He wasn't on duty. The supervisor said she had taken the night off. Hearing this, I felt disappointed and melancholy, and also a little worried, wondering if my mother had taken the day off to avoid seeing me. If that was the case, it seemed really bad. My heart pounded with anxiety. That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. The next morning, I got up very early. After getting up, I opened the window and saw that the weather was nice, but my heart still felt a little gloomy. After a somewhat unappetizing breakfast, I drove around for a while. Then, looking at the sky, I felt it wouldn't be too abrupt to go to her house at this time, so I turned around and drove towards her place. When I arrived at her door, I found it locked. I thought for a moment, then got out of the car and knocked on the door. Unfortunately, after knocking for a while, no one answered. It seemed my grandparents weren't home. As for my mother, I wasn't sure; perhaps she was home but just didn't want to see me. I waited patiently outside the door for another half hour, but still no one appeared. Finally, I drove away, utterly disappointed. After leaving her house, I turned around a few streets, found a coffee shop, ordered a pot of Blue Mountain coffee, and sipped it absentmindedly. After waiting for more than an hour, I left the coffee shop and drove back, but still no one answered, so I had to leave again. This went on for a whole morning and afternoon, going to her house every hour or so, but always returning disappointed. At nine o'clock in the evening, I went again, and this time, I finally saw her. Actually, even before I saw her, just seeing the lights of the small house from afar, I was already excited. My grandfather opened the door. As soon as he saw me, he greeted me warmly and urged me to come in quickly, as if afraid I would turn around and leave. Upon entering the living room on the first floor, I only saw Grandma sitting on the sofa watching TV; Mom was nowhere to be seen. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she hadn't returned yet. Grandma greeted me and, noticing my confusion, quickly explained that Mom had gone upstairs to take a shower. Then, Grandma started nagging again: "Last night, your uncle and I planned to go to the park today, but Meiqian insisted on coming with us. She took the day off last night and has been wandering around with us all day. I suggested she invite you along, but she said you were busy. It would have been so much better if you had come today; it would have saved the old man from constantly nagging about playing chess with you, which annoyed me to no end, haha..." I could only smile in response. Then, Grandpa came over and asked if I was free. When I said I was, he immediately brought out the chessboard, saying that since we were waiting anyway, we might as well play a few games first—what a passionate chess enthusiast! Reluctantly, I had no choice but to play with him. When we reached the third game of chess, my mother came downstairs. She was wearing her business suit, probably planning to go straight to work. Her figure and beautiful legs momentarily captivated me, but I quickly regained my composure. My mother looked a little awkward when she saw me, but still came over and greeted me. Grandma saw my mother come down and gave Grandpa a wink, but he was so engrossed in the game that he didn't notice. Seeing this, Grandma simply took the chessboard away. "There's plenty of time for chess, don't waste other people's time," she said to Grandpa with a hint of reproach. Grandpa chuckled helplessly. Seeing Grandma's words, I seized the opportunity to stand up and said to my mother, "Qian, aren't you going to your 10 o'clock shift? It's almost time, I'll take you there." My mother didn't object, told the two elders, and we went out together. After getting in the car and closing the door, my mother turned to look at me and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Don't come again, okay?" Hearing her words and tone, I suddenly felt as if my heart had been violently clenched, and I felt a little suffocated. "Why? I just wanted to see you," I blurted out, my eyes fixed on her. In the dim light of the streetlamp in the distance, I saw her brow furrow slightly, her eyes wandering. My mother turned her head away a little, avoiding my gaze. "If my parents continue to misunderstand, it won't be good for either of us. Please, don't come again," she said, looking ahead. "They won't misunderstand at all. Actually, I genuinely want to be your boyfriend. Promise me, okay?" I blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness. My mother seemed a little flustered by my sudden bluntness. She took a deep breath before turning back to me, looking at me intently, and said in a very serious tone, "I'm really not suitable to be your girlfriend, and I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend. Please don't bother me anymore, okay?" I panicked, abandoning all politeness and manners, and reached out to grab her smooth left hand, holding it tightly. My mother, not expecting such a sudden move, probably thought I was about to do something else, and was immediately startled, letting out a scream: "Ah! What are you doing? Let go!" she cried, trying to pull her hand away forcefully. Seeing that I had frightened her, I felt flustered and instinctively released her hand, allowing her to pull it back. After pulling her hand back, she turned to open the car door and get out, but unfortunately, I had locked the door with the electronic lock, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried. "Sister Qian, I'm sorry, I startled you. I was a little hasty just now, so I offended you. I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean any harm. I really like you, please believe me." I hurriedly explained to her, feeling flustered, secretly regretting my impulsiveness. Seeing that the door wouldn't open, my mother turned around and said to me somewhat angrily, "I don't need anyone to like me. Please respect me and stop bothering me. Now, open the car door quickly, I want to get out, or I'll yell." I raised my hands above my head and said to her, "Okay, okay, I respect you. I'll take you to the hotel now, or you'll be late." My mother seemed to want to object, but after thinking about it, she fell silent and sat there speechlessly. Seeing this, I didn't dare say anything more for the time being, immediately started the car, and drove towards the hotel. We didn't speak a word the whole way; the atmosphere in the car was very tense. I hadn't expected my mother to react so strongly to my confession; it seemed she didn't want to accept my pursuit at all. This result left me heartbroken and incredibly disappointed. However, by the time the car arrived at the hotel, I had regained my composure. I wasn't going to give up. I guessed that her current rejection was partly due to the age gap—I'm almost twenty years younger than her—and partly because my direct confession was too sudden, making it hard for her to accept. After all, we'd only known each other for a little over ten days, and people of her generation probably couldn't adapt to the current lightning-fast declarations of love. Of course, that was my thought, but only she knew the real reason. In any case, whatever the reason, I wouldn't stop pursuing her until I could win her over. However, I needed to change my approach. After the car pulled into the parking lot...My mother didn't say anything more to me. She simply opened the car door, got out, and left without looking back, as if afraid I would chase after her. Although I was somewhat prepared for this, I still felt a pang of disappointment. Afterward, I locked the car and went back to my room. When I got out of the elevator, I saw my mother at the service desk, completing the handover procedures with the previous supervisor. When she saw me, she didn't give me a cold shoulder, but instead forced a professional smile and greeted me with the supervisor, "Good evening, Mr. Zheng." Hearing me switch from "Xiao Yi" back to "Mr. Zheng" made my heart ache. I didn't say much, just nodded politely, and went straight back to my room. That night, I couldn't sleep. The next morning, while washing my face, I noticed I looked a little haggard. "Zheng Yi, just persevere, don't lose heart, you will succeed, she will become your wife sooner or later, keep going!" I said firmly to myself in the mirror. ********** ... I fantasized that I had won my mother's heart and made her marry me, and then she would bear me several children—at least a son and a daughter… In my fantasy, a happy smile gradually appeared on my lips, and my heart became intoxicated by the beautiful world I had created. I don't know how much time passed before I returned to reality. When I came to my senses, I suddenly paused, because I realized something very unusual. Before, when I fantasized about my mother, I always inevitably imagined the exciting scenes of making love with her, but this time, I couldn't seem to think about that aspect at all; I only thought about warm and tender things. It seemed that as long as she was by my side, giving me all her tenderness and love, I would be content. I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a clear understanding dawned on me. I realized that my love for my mother had become deeper and more genuine. That love had transcended the need for simple sexual intimacy; it focused more on the merging of souls. Instantly, her gentleness, her poise, her beauty, her strength, her kindness, her understanding—all these impressions flooded my mind, converging to create a mature and beautiful woman who stirred my soul. "Mom, my beautiful Qian, since you gave me life, I will repay you with the best husband in the world, so you can be happy forever," I said with excitement and determination. After a moment of blissful contemplation, I refocused my gaze on the photograph. Looking at the beautiful legs in the photo, and imagining her captivating figure in reality, a surge of heat rose within me. "I wonder what it will feel like to truly experience her body? She will not only be my wife but also my biological mother. With this dual identity, making love with her will surely be even more stimulating and satisfying, especially the fact that she is my biological mother. Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting. How many people in this world can truly enjoy the love and physical pleasure of their own mother? Perhaps I am already the luckiest and happiest person in the world." Thinking this, my penis became erect. I instinctively placed my hand on my penis, intending to masturbate, but stopped after only a few movements. "No, I'll never masturbate again. My semen will belong only to her from now on," I silently resolved. Then, I got out of bed, went to the window, opened it, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then, feeling refreshed, went to the bathroom for a cold shower. While showering, I reflected on the feelings I had imagined having sex with my mother. I realized I longed to have sex with her, and the thought of it was incredibly exciting. However, that longing and excitement was distinctly different from the feelings I had when reading erotic fantasies; it lacked the lewdness and was filled with tenderness and affection. Perhaps this was the difference between sex with love and sex without love. After showering, I ordered something to eat, and by the time I finished, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. I climbed back into bed, leaned against the headboard, and carefully planned my next move. I know my mother is a very traditional woman, and those novel methods probably won't work; they might even make her dislike me. So how can I win her over? Right now, she seems wary of me. How can I break down her defenses? All sorts of questions swirled in my mind, and I racked my brains for a solution. Before I knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the ashtray on my bedside table was overflowing with cigarette butts. Just as I stubbed out one cigarette and was about to light another, the intercom on my bedside table rang. I paused my thoughts and picked up the receiver. It was the front desk calling, saying someone wanted to see me and seemed to have an emergency, asking if I wanted to transfer the call. I agreed, and after one ring, the phone went off again. I said "hello," and my grandfather's anxious voice came through the other end. "Is this Xiaoyi?" he asked. I had barely answered "It's me" and hadn't even had a chance to greet him when he anxiously said, "Meiqian was on her way to work when she accidentally crashed her motorcycle into the back of a truck. She was injured and unconscious on the spot, and she's currently in the emergency room at the First People's Hospital. If you have time, please come and see her as

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