Helping stepmother through a difficult time

Dusk. The setting sun slanted across the still-new PVC window frames, and the afterglow shone through the bright glass, dyeing the pink orchid curtains red. The shadows of the trees swayed and danced on the curtains, sometimes hazy, sometimes clear, sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, like moving and changing patterns in a painting. I knelt on the double bed, my shoulders supporting two snow-white thighs, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, while my hands kneaded her two large breasts, and I kept calling out, "Stepmother, my good stepmother. Oh, oh, so comfortable." Below me lay a flawless young woman, her two slender, delicate hands tightly gripping my shoulders, her buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with my movements. Her two elegant, thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes veiled her half-closed eyes. She moaned softly and rhythmically, "Junchen... oh... oh... didn't we agree... oh... when we're doing this... oh... you're not allowed... to call me that... ouch..." Every time I called her "Little Mom" during sex, she would correct me shyly. But she was indeed my father's woman, and she had a daughter with him—Junxiu. Now, she was my woman, but I couldn't break the habit of calling her "Little Mom" after more than a year, even during sex. Perhaps it was a kind of stimulation, but I called her "Little Mom" with extra affection. Twelve years ago, after years of hard work, my father finally joined the ranks of the city's richest people, possessing assets worth over a billion yuan. His office building was magnificent, becoming a beautiful sight in the city. The company had more than a thousand employees, with an average income of around seven thousand yuan, making it one of the best companies in the city and one of the most ideal companies for many college graduates. On Uncle Wang's recommendation, a beautiful girl walked into my father's office. Her name was Li Yan. She was eighteen years old that year. Due to poverty, she couldn't afford university and had to work as a cleaner to supplement the family income. I still clearly remember that when she first arrived, she was wearing a high school uniform. Although it was baggy, it couldn't hide her well-developed figure and pretty face. Later, for some reason, she became my father's personal driver. My mother was a typical jealous woman; even an ugly woman by my father's side would arouse her resentment. When she learned that my father had a pretty girl with him, she immediately started making a scene. My father said, "What's all the fuss about? I'm fifty, she's eighteen, about the same age as her grandfather." My mother was silent, but she didn't let her guard down at all. Finally, two years later, she discovered their intimate moment. My mother was completely enraged, like a lioness. If my father hadn't stopped her that day, Li Yan would probably have been crippled, if not killed. Later, my father couldn't withstand the pressure from his family and fired Li Yan, and that was the end of it. Years passed, and no one ever saw Li Yan again. My father never mentioned her, and the matter was left unresolved. "Oh, Junchen, hurry up!" My stepmother, Li Yan, always called out this before each climax. I increased the force of my thrusts, my hands tightly gripping her plump buttocks, my tongue swirling in her mouth. With a cry from Li Yan, her brows furrowed, as if she were crying, her face contorted, yet still so beautiful and lovely. At the same moment, my sperm could no longer resist the temptation, gushing into her narrow vagina. Immediately, Li Yan stopped crying out, and my penis slowly softened, slipping out. Both of us, covered in sweat, lay on the bed, panting heavily, embracing each other, enjoying the bliss that followed our lovemaking. "Junchen, I'm still shaken, afraid your mother will find out about us," Li Yan said softly, like a wounded little bird, nestled in my arms. Yes, she was terrified; the beating my family had given her two years ago was still vivid in her memory. My father passed away suddenly from a heart attack at the age of sixty. The funeral was held in the company auditorium, and the mourning activities were proceeding normally and orderly. No one expected that Li Yan, who had been missing for many years, would appear. What was striking was the presence of a four- or five-year-old girl beside her. This little girl resembled Li Yan, but also her father; it was clearly her father and her child. Later, we learned that Li Yan, unable to resist the child's pleas, came to see her father one last time. Their arrival shattered the tranquility of the funeral hall. My mother, like an enraged lioness, grabbed Li Yan's hair and let out a chilling roar. Immediately, my two younger brothers rushed forward, punching and kicking; my wife and two sisters-in-law rushed forward, scratching and clawing; my son and two nephews rushed forward, leaping and kicking. In an instant, the funeral hall became a battlefield, filled with the sounds of slaps, punches, kicks, Li Yan's wails, and the child's pleas. Seeing that someone was about to die, the mourners quickly came to pull my family apart. Li Yan lay on the ground, clutching her face, blood trickling from between her fingers. Someone helped her up; blood gushed from her nose and mouth, and her younger brother's footprints were visible on her fair face. She didn't cry, stubbornly pulling her child to her father's portrait and forcing him to kneel. The child was terrified and refused to kneel. She sternly shouted, "Kneel before your father!" The mother and child, ignoring the shouts and curses from my family behind them, calmly saluted their father. Then, she took the child's hand and left without looking back. "Junchen, what are you thinking about?" Li Yan looked up, kissed me, and asked, her beautiful eyes meeting mine. I snapped out of my reverie, looking at this woman, who shared my traits but was twelve years younger than me, and felt an overwhelming sense of shame. That time, my family had been so cruel, so heartless to her. I smiled, shook my head, hugged her tightly, and gently stroked her smooth bottom, soothing her wounded heart with my tenderness. The shadows of the trees on the curtains faded, but the twilight deepened. Li Yan suddenly sat up, glancing at the quartz clock on the wall. It was already past five o'clock; how could it have gotten so fast? "Junchen, get up quickly, Junxiu is about to get out of school." Li Yan quickly squatted on the bed, wiping her lower body with a pre-prepared towel. "Wow, time flies." I also quickly got up and dressed. "Junchen, you sit in the living room, I'll go cook." Li Yan quickly put on her white pajamas with red flowers and ran to the kitchen. I sat on the sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette, and as the smoke curled upwards, I drifted into memories. I was just forty-two after my father's death.At the age of 20, I rightfully became the chairman of the company. My two younger brothers were good-for-nothings, spending their days eating, drinking, and having fun, completely ignoring company affairs, yet still drawing a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan. My mother spent her days playing mahjong at home with several old ladies, my wife and two sisters-in-law were keen on shopping, and my son and two nephews were still in school. It seemed like the company was all mine, and I was busy from morning till night every day. Fortunately, I inherited my father's diligence, and with a bit of cleverness, I managed to handle the work fairly well. But while I was busy with work, my family secretly filed a lawsuit against Li Yan, led by my mother. It turned out that ever since she beat Li Yan up that day, my mother hadn't gotten over her anger and had sent my two younger brothers to investigate Li Yan's residence. Unexpectedly, my usually idle brother turned out to be a detective expert, finding out in just three days that my father had bought Li Yan an apartment and a BMW worth over 500,000 yuan before his death. When my mother learned the news, she flew into a rage, berated my deceased father, and then led the family to sue Li Yan. Her goal was clear: to reclaim the apartment and car. However, the apartment and car were registered in Li Yan's name, making it seem like a hopeless case. But my younger brother had connections; he used money to bribe officials, proving the saying, "Money makes the world go round." Gradually, the court began to favor my family. Li Yan's lawyer argued that the child was the father's and had inheritance rights. However, my mother and her family refused to acknowledge this. Li Yan's lawyer demanded a paternity test. But my father had already been buried, my two younger brothers refused to provide samples, and coupled with the court's bias, it didn't support a paternity test, so the matter was dropped. In the end, the apartment and car were awarded to my family, and Li Yan left with nothing. The biggest winner in this case was my mother, and the biggest spender was Li Yan. However, it left us with a laughing stock: the money my family used to bribe officials could have bought two apartments like that and two BMWs. But her mother was happy because Li Yan was poor, and had nothing at all. It's said that her mother led the whole family to the apartment that day to supervise Li Yan. Li Yan didn't dare breathe, only taking a few changes of clothes. As she was leaving, her mother snatched the necklace from her neck. Her little brother was very arrogant that day, pointing almost at Li Yan's nose, and shouted, "Fuck your mother! Don't let me see you again. If I see you again, I'll beat you every time!" Li Yan didn't dare say a word, took her child, and left, never to be heard from again. Suddenly, the sound of a lock opening interrupted my reverie. Then, a girl's delicate, quiet face appeared, her fair face framed by dark eyes—a spitting image of Li Yan. She saw me and smiled with a surprised yet serene smile: "Oh, big brother's here. When did you come? You didn't even tell me beforehand." She was Junxiu, the daughter of my father and Li Yan. I stood up, smiled, walked over, took her schoolbag, hung it on the wall by the door, and then picked her up, saying, "School's out, Junxiu. Big brother just got here less than ten minutes ago." "You come back and immediately start clinging to big brother, aren't you ashamed?" Li Yan said, coming out of the kitchen, then glared at me fiercely, accusing me of lying. I had clearly spent the whole afternoon doing good deeds, yet I had to deceive the child. Then, her fair face flushed, and she turned and went back to the kitchen. "What gift did big brother bring me today?" Junxiu asked, hugging my neck. I carried Junxiu around the room for a moment, then walked to the sofa and tossed her onto it. Junxiu immediately saw the exquisite picture book, happily hugged it, and laughed, "Big brother is so good to me." "Junchen, dinner's ready!" Li Yan called from the dining room, calling my name, but also telling Junxiu it was time to eat. The night was quiet. I lay alone on the double bed, looking at the starry sky through the windowpane. This was the hardest time. Li Yan had to coax Junxiu to sleep before she could come and keep me company. In my mind, like a movie, the scorching summer of last year played out. "Junchen, you wanted to see me?" Uncle Wang asked as he entered the office. Uncle Wang was my father's longtime subordinate, extremely capable and loyal. He had been retired for two years, but was still in good health, with a full head of white hair. "Yes, Uncle Wang, I wanted to see you," I replied politely, then looked at the two employees beside me and said, "You two can go out now." "Junchen, is there something urgent?" Uncle Wang asked softly, leaning on his desk after the two employees left. "Uncle Wang." I picked up a cigarette and pushed it, lighter and all, in front of Uncle Wang. "What do you think about Li Yan's situation?" "Oh." Uncle Wang lit the cigarette and looked at me. "I don't know what you mean." "I think this is a bit unfair to her." I glanced at Uncle Wang. "At least that child is her father's daughter." "Oh, you mean..." Uncle Wang was still probing my tone. "I want to help her." I said decisively. "Oh." Uncle Wang's eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly, then dimmed again. "Junchen, aren't you afraid the old lady will find out?" "I don't want my mother to know, and I don't want anyone to know. That's why I'm talking to you alone." I looked at Uncle Wang and said. "Really?" Uncle Wang still didn't quite trust me. "Really." My attitude was very sincere. "Yes, when you were little, Boss Lu wanted a daughter, but he wasn't lucky enough. Now he finally has a daughter, sigh!" Uncle Wang sighed and didn't continue. "I want to buy Li Yan an apartment so she can take better care of my sister. After all, she's Dad's own flesh and blood; I should be able to help her." I didn't respond to Uncle Wang's words and said instead. "Sigh." Uncle Wang sighed again, "Back at the funeral hall, he protected her because she was Boss Lu's daughter." "I saw that, Uncle Wang, that's why I came to you." I revealed my intentions. "But..." Uncle Wang sighed again. "But what?" I pressed. "Junchen, I went there the day they moved out of the apartment. I watched Li Yan leave with her child. I didn't dare go up, afraid Mrs. Lu would scold me. Actually, I had 10,000 yuan in my pocket, intending to give it to her. Later, after Mrs. Lu left, I chased after them, but couldn't catch up. I searched for several days afterward, but still couldn't find them. I also went to Li Yan's mother's house, but her parents thought it was shameful for her to be a mistress and kicked them out. Sigh, I really don't know how they are now." "Oh, thank you, Uncle Wang." My heart sank, but I had to thank Uncle Wang for what he had done, because it was my family's business. "No need to thank me. You know my relationship with Boss Lu. It's just what I should do. Junchen, it's rare to see such filial piety from you. I should thank you on behalf of Boss Lu." Uncle Wang said, tears welling up in his eyes. "Uncle Wang, are you still looking for Li Yan?" "Yes." Uncle Wang nodded, "Unfortunately, I haven't found her yet." "Okay, Uncle Wang, I'd like to ask you for a favor, please continue the search, okay?" "Okay." "I'll give you a car tomorrow, you can drive there to look, that will be more convenient." After I finished speaking, I took out a stack of money and pushed it in front of Uncle Wang, "This is 50,000 yuan, for the expenses of finding Li Yan." "Junchen, we're family, no need for formalities, giving me a car is the biggest help you can give, take this money back." Uncle Wang pushed the money back. "Uncle Wang, take this money. After you find Li Yan, don't disturb her, come back and tell me." "Junchen, don't worry, I'll take care of this." Uncle Wang knew my personality, put the money in his pocket and left. At this moment, I heard footsteps outside, I stopped recalling and listened carefully. I knew it was Li Yan's footsteps. I loved this moment the most, just by the light footsteps, I could tell that Li Yan had come out. This was a secret pleasure of mine; my sexual happiness was built upon the sound of these footsteps. Each step closer brought a hazy, indistinct joy. Li Yan gently pushed open the door, her movements soft and delicate. Then, a series of slow, light footsteps approached me, followed by a beautiful female face appearing before me, her dark eyes looking at me with a quiet, serene smile: "Junchen, still awake? What are you thinking about?" "I missed you, stepmother." I hugged her tightly, my hand slipping into her pajama bottoms to caress her soft buttocks. Li Yan had a wonderful figure, her buttocks neither too big nor too small, and she looked exceptionally alluring in jeans, which is why I loved her buttocks so much—it was my favorite place to touch. "Junchen, don't call me stepmother right now, call me by my name." Li Yan, following my lead, pressed herself against me, her fragrant lips kissing me. "Is Junxiu asleep?" I returned her kiss, asking. "Hmm." Li Yan's hand slipped inside my pants. "It's hard again, is it still okay?" She meant, since we did it this afternoon, could we do it again tonight? "Of course, stepmother." I'd gotten used to calling her that, I really couldn't change. "I'm angry, and you still call me that." Li Yan pouted, but her hand didn't stop, still stroking my penis. I put Li Yan on the bed, pressed her down, and kissed her while taking off her clothes. Then, I stripped naked too, and we hugged each other again.We've been having sex for over a year now, and we don't speak during the foreplay; it's an unspoken understanding. Once her vagina is wet, Li Yan will spread her two snow-white legs, use her hands to support me, indicating that we can have sex. Then, I kneel between her and slowly insert my penis. Although Li Yan has given birth, her vagina is still narrow, making it difficult to penetrate deeply; I have to push in little by little until my penis is fully inside. "Be gentle, don't let the child hear," Li Yan always reminds me, afraid of waking the child. After a series of thrusts, Li Yan finally succumbs to my hardness and orgasm. Although she's afraid of waking the child, she can't control her excitement at this moment, and her cries grow louder and louder. At this point, I have to cover her mouth to control the volume. "You didn't ejaculate?" Li Yan asks after her orgasm. "Hmm." I replied, "I want..." "What do you want now? Do you want to do it from behind again?" Li Yan knew I wasn't satisfied with this kind of sex and wanted something different. "Junchen, don't do it from behind, it hurt for days last time." I looked at her pretty face, my fingers stroking her lips. "You want to use your mouth again, Junchen, I feel disgusted." Li Yan pleaded. "Stepmother, Stepmother." I begged. "Calling me Stepmother again, I don't like it. I'll only do it if you call my name." Li Yan pouted. "Oh, Li Yan, my good Yanzi." I complied. "That's more like it." After Li Yan finished speaking, she pushed me down and made me lie on my back on the bed. She took out a towel, knelt between my legs, and carefully wiped my penis. When she thought it was clean, she opened her mouth and took my penis in her mouth. After many oral sex sessions, Li Yan's technique was already very good. She could take it all the way in, and then her head moved up and down. Li Yan was at her most beautiful then. From the front, all you could see was her slightly upturned nose and her long, long eyelashes. My penis was going in and out of her mouth, and I felt a surge of excitement, a deep, intense love gripping me. I finally felt the urge to ejaculate, holding her hair tightly and thrusting forward to meet her. She stopped moving, letting me thrust in and out, ejaculating all my semen into her beautiful little mouth. That night, I slept soundly, in the same position until dawn. One arm around Li Yan, the other on her smooth buttocks. Li Yan also slept soundly, one arm around my waist, the other squeezing my now limp penis. I had a dream, a very real dream. "Junchen, I found her." Uncle Wang walked into the office, looking very excited. "Did you find Li Yan?" I asked impatiently. "Yes." "Where is she?" "In a certain county." "What is she doing?" "Hmm." Uncle Wang's face darkened. "It's a bit pitiful." "Tell me quickly, what is she doing? How is the child?" I hate it when people dawdle. "She's selling lamb skewers outside a primary school. You know, people in that county are very poor, so few people buy them, and business is very difficult. The child is right next to her, sitting there obediently, not moving at all." "Stop talking, let's go see." I'm always impatient. That county is an affiliated county of our city, only about sixty li away, a forty-minute drive. I finally saw Li Yan. In front of her was a dark, rectangular stove filled with glowing charcoal, where she was grilling lamb skewers for three children. She was still wearing the school uniform she wore when she first came to the company, but it was stained so dark with oil that the color was unrecognizable. Her hair was also messy, and she was looking down. If the child hadn't been sitting next to her, I wouldn't have recognized her at all. I lit a cigarette, sat in the car, my eyes fixed on Li Yan in the distance, and without turning my head, told Uncle Wang the plan I had just come up with. Uncle Wang's aged eyes lit up, and he repeatedly said, "Junchen, you're a good man. Boss Lu can rest in peace in the afterlife. Don't worry, I'll take care of this." Uncle Wang and I exchanged a knowing smile and drove away. Li Yan turned over, startling me awake. Seeing that I still had my eyes closed, she gently removed my hand, tucked me in, dressed, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Li Yan's cooking was delicious; my father loved it back then, and I still do now. I only opened my eyes when I heard her light footsteps enter the kitchen. I glanced at the quartz clock on the wall; it was only a little past five in the morning. Still a bit sleepy, I went back to sleep, and the dream continued. Back at the company, I made a decision: to donate to a primary school in a certain county—the very school where Li Yan sold lamb skewers. My thoughts were far ahead. My father's daughter was almost of school age, and she couldn't come to this city; she had to attend school in a certain county. I didn't want to see my sister's school in such a dilapidated state. The education commission leaders of that county took this matter very seriously and specially invited me to a meal at the largest and best restaurant in the county. This restaurant was owned by a deputy county head, and all people of a certain rank ate there, always hosting large groups. Unexpectedly, this meal introduced me to many high-ranking officials in the county, laying the foundation for my future endeavors. That day, I was quite ambitious and even said the following: "This year, I will rebuild this primary school. In a few years, I will rebuild a middle school, and then a high school...""Middle." Everyone thought I was just excited and drunk, that's why I said that. But who knew, I was making preparations for my little sister's education. Wherever she went to school, I was determined to make that school the best it could be. Unexpectedly, someone told the county magistrate about it, and we became good friends. "Junchen, wake up." Li Yan called out to me while kissing me, interrupting my dream again. "Oh, what time is it?" My hand was still inside my pajama pants, touching my bottom. "Six o'clock, hurry up and eat. Don't you have to rush back to the company today?" Li Yan said gently. I stretched and hugged Li Yan tightly: "Okay, stepmother, kiss me a little longer." "Stop it, Junchen, I'm going to wake Junxiu up." Li Yan kissed me hard, broke free, and went out. After breakfast, Junxiu and I went downstairs together. Although the school wasn't far, Junxiu wanted to ride in my car; she felt very happy that way. The first time I took Junxiu to school, we were misunderstood; the teacher thought I was her father. It's not entirely their fault; I'm practically a carbon copy of my father, and Junxiu bears a resemblance, making misunderstandings inevitable. When someone first asked, "Is that your dad?" Junxiu remained silent. The person continued, "They look so alike." Junxiu still didn't speak. Though young, she had experienced so much and was always burdened with worries. She didn't want people to know I was her older brother, but implicitly accepted that I was her father. Turning a corner outside the neighborhood gate, we arrived at the school entrance. Junxiu sweetly said from the car, "Goodbye, big brother," then opened the door, got out, and walked through the brand-new school gate. In this small county town, children walk to school; being driven is a spectacle, attracting many onlookers, including envious glances from some elementary school students. Junxiu was used to these looks, walking with his head held high, politely greeting classmates and teachers. No wonder Li Yan always spoke animatedly after parent-teacher meetings about how the teacher portrayed Junxiu; it wasn't solely due to his academic excellence. I watched Junxiu's retreating figure, looked at the brand-new teaching building, and then drove away. On the way home, I fell into memories again. "Junchen." Uncle Wang walked into the office. He was now a special envoy, and the secretary at the door didn't stop him at all; he could come in whenever he wanted. "Uncle Wang, how did that matter go?" I asked eagerly. "It's all done." Uncle Wang's face lit up with joy. "Junchen, do you know? The things you asked me to do were simple but difficult, while the difficult things were easy." "What do you mean, Uncle Wang?" I really didn't understand his words. "Buying a house, decorating, and buying furniture were all easy; as long as you have money, that's not a problem. The most difficult thing was probably registering the household registration. Li Yan and her child didn't have household registration, but with your connections with the county leaders, it was done effortlessly. It was really easy." After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he lit a cigarette and looked at me. "Then what do you mean by 'simple things are difficult'?" I still didn't understand what Uncle Wang meant. "Tell me, you want me to secretly give the kids money to buy Li Yan's lamb skewers? It was really difficult. Those kids thought I was crazy, and none of them wanted my money. Luckily, I'm quick-witted, so I called my wife over. It just so happens that my wife has a distant grandson, a relative we haven't seen in years. My wife is very supportive of you, and for your plan, she's started contacting this relative again. My wife and I are staying at his house, saving on gas money. Then, every day, my wife goes to pick up the kids and buys lots of lamb skewers to share with his classmates. Sigh, at least Li Yan doesn't know my wife, and she's even thanking her." Uncle Wang finished speaking in one breath, taking a drag of his cigarette. "And then there's Junchen. When it came to registering the household and getting the property certificate, I didn't know the child's name! How could I ask? Later, thanks to my wife, we finally found out the child's name and got the household registration done. My goodness, everyone says household registration is difficult these days, but if you have money, it's easy. It's just figuring out the child's name that really drove me crazy." "What's the child's name?" Actually, after all this time, I didn't know the child's name either, so I asked urgently. "Lu Junxiu," Uncle Wang said haltingly, then proudly puffed on his cigarette. My name is Lu Junchen, and hers is Lu Junxiu. We're from the same generation; she's my half-sister. I was overjoyed, rubbing my hands together, pacing back and forth in the office, forgetting to praise Uncle Wang and his hardworking wife. "Here you go, Junchen. This is Li Yan and her daughter's household registration booklet, and the property certificate." Uncle Wang placed it on his desk. "Junchen, go and inspect the house." He glanced out the window. "Go tomorrow, it's too late today." "No, I'll go now," I said firmly. It was already dark that day. Uncle Wang was old and his eyesight was failing, so I drove myself to a certain county. I was very satisfied with the house. Actually, I had no doubt about Uncle Wang's ability to get things done. This trip was just to familiarize myself with the location. Then, with Uncle Wang's directions, we arrived at Li Yan's residence, in front of a low, small house. Uncle Wang told me that Li Yan rented it for seventy yuan a month. We didn't disturb Li Yan and drove back to the city. That night, I treated Uncle Wang and his wife to a meal to express my heartfelt gratitude and gave Uncle Wang a reward of 100,000 yuan. I must stop reminiscing now, because I had arrived at the company's gate. The driver, Xiao Zhang, saw me from afar and rushed over to open the car door, his first words being, "Boss, your wife's in the office." Then he drove to the garage. I remained silent, striding up the steps, my heart pounding: My wife never comes to the company, what's she doing here today? Opening the office door, I found her indeed sitting at her desk, which showed signs of being ransacked. Of course, I wasn't afraid; there was no evidence of me and Li Yan here. In this respect, I was remarkably similar to my father; I never left any evidence in the office. It was only because Li Yan was with my father back then that my mother discovered our affair. Now, Li Yan was in some county; how could she have found out? It turned out that, like my father had, I had rarely come home this past year, arousing my wife's suspicion, and she had come specifically to confront me. Of course, my lying skills were no less than my father's, and my wife was simple-minded and easily fooled; a few words were enough to smooth things over. Just then, a phone call came in. It was Uncle Wang, but his first words were, "Junchen, this is the county magistrate of a certain county." I immediately understood that Uncle Wang was there to help me out, and I started chatting as if it were real. My wife believed me even more and stopped doubting, telling me to come home for dinner that night. That night, my wife turned off the lights, threw herself into my arms, and asked how long it had been since we'd made love. These past few days, I'd been making love with Li Yan, and I'd really forgotten how long it had been. My wife didn't scold me; she knew I was busy with work. Finally, she smiled and said, "Honey, you haven't touched me for half a month, you know? I really wanted to today." My wife is forty years old, two years younger than me, and quite beautiful, though she has fine crow's feet. She has a round face, big eyes, delicate skin, a slightly plump body, somewhat thick legs, and a large bottom—a mature woman's beauty. My wife's lovemaking is very different from Li Yan's; she's exceptionally wild, and her positions are varied, creating a completely different scene. After a series of kisses and caresses as a prelude, my wife's lustful energy arose. She took my penis into her mouth, then straddled me, positioning her vaginal opening against my mouth—a typical 69 position. I didn't dare delay, immediately licking it with my tongue while my hands squeezed her large breasts. After about ten minutes, my wife got up, sat directly on my penis, guided it into her vagina, and then touched her own breasts, moving them up and down, moaning and groaning, completely absorbed in her own pleasure. Then she arched her back, wanting me to penetrate her from behind… She did this, alternating positions until she was about to climax, then suddenly lay back on the bed, and the intercourse could proceed normally. Infected by my wife's lust, I straddled her and thrust vigorously. My wife was moaning and talking in her sleep, "Husband...fuck me...fuck me...ouch...my pussy..." I echoed her, "Wife, wife, I'm fucking your pussy hard, I'm fucking your pussy hard, your pussy is so good." Several times I almost blurted out "stepmother," but I managed to stop myself in time. Now, even though I was fucking my wife, I was thinking about Li Yan, wondering if she was thinking of me tonight. Today, I was really exhausted. Two days of work combined into one, plus this continuous sex, I just couldn't take it anymore. After ejaculating, I rolled over and fell asleep. My wife looked at me, covered me with a blanket with concern, and went to the living room to watch TV. I didn't even know when we went to bed. When I woke up, it was already six in the morning. We have breakfast at seven o'clock sharp, prepared by two housekeepers in their fifties, so my family doesn't get up before six-fifty. In comparison, Li Yan works much harder. I thought of Li Yan again, from how she looked when she first joined the company, to her bloodied face after causing a scene at the funeral, to her dusty face selling lamb skewers in front of the school, and then to her joyful smile when she received the property certificate… Oh, a year ago, I did something very cool: Early in the morning, I drove my brand-new BMW and parked it in front of Li Yan's dilapidated rented house. I leaned against the car door, smoking a cigarette, my eyes fixed on the broken wooden door. *Click*The door opened. Li Yan was busy moving the stove to a small cart and didn't notice me. Then, she led the child out and placed him in the cart. Just as she pushed the cart and looked up, she saw me. She panicked, her eyes filled with unease, and instinctively pulled the child down, hiding him behind her back. At the same time, the child saw me, clinging tightly to his mother's leg, looking at me anxiously. "Get in the car," I commanded sharply. "No," Li Yan replied firmly, "Didn't we agree? That I wouldn't come looking for me after I left that city?" "Get in the car," I commanded again sharply. "No," I received the same firm reply. "Get in the car, I have something to say to you," I softened my tone. "Don't hurt my child," Li Yan said, her tone becoming more conciliatory as my attitude softened. "I won't hurt Junxiu," I deliberately mentioned the child's name. Li Yan and Junxiu were visibly startled. How did I know the child's name? But just because I called out the child's name, Li Yan's defenses completely crumbled. Now that I knew the child's name, I probably knew a lot more, but what exactly I knew was unknown. Anyway, when I said "Junxiu," Li Yan led the child obediently into the car, but they sat in the back seat. I drove off. It was a BMW; the doors automatically locked as soon as the car started. "Where are we going?" Li Yan asked anxiously. "Where are we going?" Seeing that I didn't answer, Li Yan continued to ask. She asked many times, but I remained silent, my face grim. "Let us out, let us out..." Li Yan almost screamed, tearing at my shoulders, while Junxiu started crying. "We're here." That was the first thing I said in the car, but I didn't unlock the doors. Li Yan stopped screaming, and the child stopped crying. They looked out of the car and saw a new residential building with seven entrances, the ground floor all garages. I picked up the remote and pressed a button. A roller shutter door slowly rose. I drove the car into the garage and parked it before opening the door and removing the key. Then, I took out a woman's handbag and said, "Get out." Then I opened the car door. I only said two sentences in the car, just four words: "We're here" and "Get out." That was intimidation. Li Yan and her daughter got out of the car passively and walked out of the garage with me. They didn't know what I was going to do, and their eyes were still filled with panic. I closed the garage door, opened the handbag, threw the remote and car keys into it, and said, "Go upstairs." Li Yan knew that the handbag I was holding wouldn't be cheap, costing at least ten thousand yuan. But she was puzzled at the time. Why would a man in his forties be carrying a handbag, and not wearing it on his back, but holding it in his hand? But she didn't dare to ask. She watched as I took out a large bunch of keys, opened a security door of a building, and followed me upstairs, her expression blank, not knowing what I was up to. This apartment building was considered a luxury residence in the county, seven stories high, with only one apartment per floor, the door facing the stairs. Reaching the third floor, I opened the door, turned around, and said, "Come in." From the moment I left the garage until I entered the apartment, I used the same two phrases, four words in total: "Upstairs," and "Come in," my attitude extremely domineering. Li Yan entered the apartment, and a magnificent living room unfolded before her. She was somewhat dazzled; this living room was much larger than the one in her previous apartment. But she still didn't understand what it meant, and dared not look any further, simply staring at me, waiting for me to speak. I closed the door, tossed the key into my backpack, and then handed the backpack to Li Yan, saying, "This is for you." "What do you mean?" Li Yan hesitated, looking at me uncertainly, not daring to take the bag. "Okay, I'll tell you what I mean today." I bowed deeply to Li Yan. "Please allow me to call you—Stepmother. Don't speak, just listen to me! This backpack contains everything you own now. Take it, open it, and take things out one by one. I'll explain. Okay, don't speak, just do as I say. Okay, this is the car keys and remote, and the car and garage below, now these are yours. Please continue taking things out, one by one. Okay, this is the property certificate, the property certificate for this house, please open it and look. Yes, it's in your name. Don't speak, please continue taking things out. This is the car's paperwork, yes, it's also in your name. Don't speak, keep taking things out. This is the household registration book, open it, it's your and Junxiu's household registration book." "I..." Li Yan tried to interrupt. "Don't talk, just keep taking it." I interrupted her loudly. "This is a bank card. The PIN is written on this paper. There's a million in it. I'll deposit ten thousand every month for you and Junxiu's spending money. Don't talk, just listen to me. This house is already renovated, and there are a few clothes for you and Junxiu in the closet, but I don't know if they'll fit. You can buy them yourself. Also, if there's anything else missing in this house, you can buy that yourself. I'm telling you all this to tell you that this house is yours now." "Stepmother, because Junxiu is my sister, I have to call you that. I know you're still young and might get married someday. I don't care about your affairs. But I only ask one thing of you: take good care of my sister. I've finished speaking. Stepmother, say whatever you want." After I finished speaking, I stood at the door, looking at the still dirty Li Yan, waiting for her to speak. Just now, Li Yan kept trying to interrupt, but I forcibly interrupted her. Now that I really asked her to speak, she just stammered, unable to say a word. She held the documents and keys, trembling, two streams of tears flowing down her cheeks, leaving clean streaks where they touched. "Stepmother, if you have nothing to say, I'm leaving," I said, turning and opening the door. As I reached the landing, I heard the door open, followed by a piercing scream: "Junchen!" Then came sobs, unable to utter a complete sentence, only soft whimpers. I simply said, "Go back, we'll talk tomorrow," and hurried downstairs. Downstairs, I heard Junxiu call out from the window, "Big brother..." before being drowned out by sobs. I waved goodbye and strode away without looking back. Later, I learned that the mother and son had embraced and cried for a full day and night. "Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" two nannies called from the dining room, interrupting my reverie. My wife opened her eyes; she looked exhausted from working up and down for over an hour last night, her eyes still heavy with sleep, complaining that time had flown by too quickly. I quickly suppressed my smug smile, grumbled a few times, got dressed, and went to the dining room. My mother was already waiting there, followed by my two sisters-in-law. My two brothers had been out partying again last night and hadn't come for breakfast this morning. Every mealtime, my mother would grumble, "Look at us, look at us! There's never a single person at our house for a meal. There's always someone missing. These past few days, it's just the women eating together, not a single man. Oh, look at my memory, Junchen ate at home last night, haha. And look at Junhua and Jungang, unlike Junchen who's busy with company matters, they're idle all day, neglecting everything at the company, always hanging out with their cronies, not even eating at home anymore, sigh..." Everyone was used to it; no one responded to my mother's ramblings, so they just let her talk. After breakfast, I returned to my office and continued with my business. For over a year since my father's death, the company's business has been thriving, operating smoothly without much trouble, which is why I had the opportunity to meet Li Yan. I think it must be fate. Thinking back on the past year, how I've become a prominent figure in the city, hailed as a great philanthropist, all to help Li Yan donate to that primary school, I can't help but feel smug. These fools, who could possibly know my true intentions behind donating to that school? Probably not even my mother. The most ridiculous thing is that my mother, who went to great lengths to drive away my father's woman, Li Yan, is now her son's woman. I thought of Li Yan again. It was last September, the primary school was enrolling students. I asked Uncle Wang to handle the registration, and Junxiu smoothly enrolled. At that time, I genuinely wanted to help my younger sister; I had no interest in Li Yan at all, because she was, after all, my father's woman, my stepmother. But my sister started school, and Li Yan cooked a meal at home, inviting me over to celebrate, which I had to do. And on that day, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Li Yan dressed up incredibly beautifully. That day, she was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirt accentuated her tiny waist, while the jeans made her legs look incredibly long. The most attractive part was her bottom—not too big, not too small, perfectly encased in the jeans, plump yet not overly large or greasy, making it even more alluring against her slender waist and legs. Her breasts, also encased in the t-shirt, were just the right size. Combined with her pretty face and snow-white neck, it all stirred the imagination. That night, I returned to the company and couldn't sleep a wink; that little bottom kept flashing before my eyes. In the days that followed, I went every Sunday, ostensibly to see my sister, but really to see Li Yan. Every Sunday, Li Yan wore a t-shirt and jeans. Later, I learned that Li Yan's outfit was entirely...Out of politeness, and with no other intention, her tight-fitting outfit somehow made me lose my appetite and daydream all day. Those few days, business kept me incredibly busy, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. Only after everything was settled did I realize I hadn't visited Li Yan this week. The violence at the funeral had terrified Junxiu; despite missing me terribly, she didn't dare call, fearing she'd lose our hard-won home again due to the lawsuit. That day, for some reason, I misread the date; it was Monday, but I thought it was Sunday. Usually, I'd go to Li Yan's place on Sunday mornings because Junxiu would finish her homework early on Saturday, and I'd take them out to play on Sunday. But now it was already noon, and I wondered how Junxiu was complaining. I'd better hurry; maybe I could at least see Li Yan's chubby little bottom, haha. When I arrived at Li Yan's house, I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing the outfit I'd imagined, but a white nightgown with orchid patterns, and Junxiu wasn't home. Because I think about Li Yan every day, seeing her in her pajamas gave me a fresh feeling. Although the pajamas were a bit baggy, her slender figure was still visible, and most importantly, she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts swaying inside. Could it be that Li Yan dressed like this on purpose today? Could she be trying to seduce me? My mind started wandering again. "Oh, it's Junchen. Come in and sit down." Li Yan opened the door, also surprised, and asked. "Yes, stepmother, where's Junxiu?" I went in, sat on the sofa, and absentmindedly asked, my eyes darting to her trembling breasts. "Going to school." Li Yan was surprised that I would ask such a question. "What kind of school on Sunday?" I was a little confused, guessing it might be some kind of tutoring class. "Today is Monday," Li Yan said. "Huh? I felt like it was Sunday." Only then did I realize that Li Yan had no idea I was coming. She always wore pajamas when she was home alone; it seemed I had been imagining things. "You must have been too busy with business to remember," Li Yan said understandingly. "Didn't Junxiu complain about me yesterday, stepmother?" I asked. "Of course he did! He cried, demanding to see his older brother, and said you didn't keep your word. He wanted to call but was too scared. Hehe." Li Yan laughed. Usually, when Li Yan and I talk, Junxiu is always by our side, so we have a lot to talk about. But today, by some twist of fate, we're alone together, and the conversation has stalled. I can't think of anything to say, and neither can she. We sit on the same sofa. Sometimes, our eyes meet, then we quickly look away. I feel like I have a lump of shit in my head, it's making me anxious. I, who am usually so talkative, can't find a topic to talk about today. I really regret sitting down as soon as I came in; now I don't know whether to sit or leave. "Junchen," Li Yan seemed to have finally found a topic. "Hmm." I looked up, boldly gazing at her beautiful face and her lovely eyes. "Junchen, I know it's my fault, I've let your family down. But I never expected you to be so magnanimous, repaying kindness with ingratitude, giving my daughter and me a place to stand. I really don't know what to say, I can only thank you." Li Yan said, tears streaming down her face. "It's nothing, stepmother. Junxiu is my father's daughter after all." I finally found a topic to talk about. "You don't know, do you? When I was little, my father wanted a daughter, but my mother gave birth to three brothers like us. Fortunately, you fulfilled my father's wish while he was still alive. As his only daughter, it's only right that I do this." After saying these words, I realized they were all nonsense and did nothing to stop Li Yan's crying. On the contrary, she cried even harder and started sobbing. I regretted mentioning my father; she must have remembered that moment in the funeral hall. But I had no other topic to say. "Junchen, I really don't know how to thank you for what my daughter and I have today. Waaah..." Li Yan finished speaking, covering her mouth with her delicate hand, trying to keep her voice down. I was moved by her sorrow: "Stepmother, Stepmother, don't cry." I moved closer to her and gently patted her shoulder a few times. "Waaah..." Li Yan could no longer hold back her immense grief and threw herself into my arms, pressing her face tightly against my chest, her hands tightly around my waist, and began to sob as she recounted, "Junchen, I...I...I know I'm sorry to your family, your family caused such a commotion because of me..." Li Yan began to pour out her heart like beans spilling out. She had been so depressed this past year, with no one to talk to, and she needed to get all the grievances in her heart out. I also held her shoulders tightly, trembling with sobs, and listened attentively, letting her pour out her heart. Actually, wasn't I the same? After my father passed away, the entire large company fell on my shoulders, and I had no one to confide in. So I understood her, and I let her talk; it would make her feel better if she could say it all. About half an hour later, Li Yan suddenly lost her composure, stopped crying, and let go of my hands. "I'm sorry, Junchen, I lost my composure." "No stepmother, just tell me everything, otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable holding it in." I hugged her tighter, showing no intention of letting go. Li Yan hugged my waist again, looked up, and said, "Junchen, you won't blame me, will you?" She looked pitiful, her teary eyes staring at me. I slowly lowered my head. "Stepmother, I won't blame you." My lips slowly touched hers. Li Yan quickly closed her eyes, her small red lips moving slightly open. Our lips met, our tongues swirling together, making a smacking sound. My hands slowly rose, reaching under her armpits to embrace her slender waist. She also took her hands out of my waist and wrapped them around my neck, and we hugged even tighter. My hands first stroked her back, then slowly touched her breasts, and then her buttocks that I had longed for. Oh, her skin was so smooth, her buttocks so soft. "Junchen, don't do this." She didn't say anything when I touched her buttocks through her pajamas, but when I slipped my hand inside her pajama bottoms and touched her buttocks directly, Li Yan finally offered a small protest. But it was just a verbal protest; her body didn't move, and she hugged me even tighter, as if afraid I would run away. After saying that, her lips met mine again. We kissed and caressed each other like that. "Junchen, no!" When my hand slipped inside her pajama bottoms and touched her pubic hair, she protested again, clamping her legs tightly together, making it impossible for my hand to go in. But she hugged me even tighter, and the kiss became more intense. "Junchen, I'm a little dizzy, I want to go to bed and rest for a while." She finally submitted to my caresses, her face showing an expression that looked like pain but also pleasure, and she started moaning softly. I gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Then, I put her on the bed and lay down on top of her. The kissing continued, the hugging continued, the caressing continued. The only progress was that I pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, then kicked them off, revealing her pale thighs. "No...no...Junchen...no..." she protested verbally as I pressed my hard penis against her vaginal opening, but her hands clung to it, her little buttocks thrusting forward, welcoming this foreign object. Finally, my penis began to enter. "Oh...Junchen...it hurts..." she seemed to be pleading. My penis was halfway in. "Ouch...slower, Junchen..." she was still crying out. My penis was fully in. "Oh...ouch...ouch...please...faster...move..." she was still crying out, but this time her voice and actions were in sync. To my surprise, I only thrust a few times before I orgasmed. It seemed that after more than a year without sex, she had finally gotten what she wanted, and I had finally possessed her. After I ejaculated, my penis went soft and slowly slid out of her vagina. Li Yan's fair face flushed crimson like a vibrant peach blossom. She dared not look me in the eye, her eyes tightly shut, yet her arms clung to me tightly. I felt an unprecedented satisfaction, gently kissing her from her forehead to her eyes, from her nose to her mouth, from her face to her ears. Neither of us spoke; our hearts were filled with complex emotions, and neither knew what to say. It wasn't until I became erect again and began to penetrate her that Li Yan opened her eyes and looked at me, asking, "Wanting it again?" I nodded. She hummed in agreement, her buttocks arching upwards to meet my thrusts. That night, I didn't leave, spending the night at Li Yan's house for the first time… Suddenly, the phone rang abruptly, interrupting my reverie. It was Li Yan calling. It must be something urgent; otherwise, she never called. I quickly picked up the phone and held it to my ear. "Junchen." It was Li Yan. But her voice didn't sound anxious, and my heart calmed slightly. "Hmm." In the office, I try to speak concisely; it's my habit. "Can you come over today? I need to talk to you about something." "What is it? Can you tell me now?" "No, I have to tell you in person." "Okay, I'll come this afternoon." Around 2 PM, I drove to Li Yan's house. This was the perfect time; Junxiu was at school, so it was just the two of us. Once inside, I hugged Li Yan, kissing and stroking her bottom. Li Yan was happy to see me too, hugging my neck tightly and pressing her soft body against my chest. This was our happiest moment. "Junchen, I have some good news for you." Li Yan was no longer the shy and reserved woman she was a year ago; she spoke cheerfully and playfully. "Oh, tell me quickly, stepmother." I was delighted...I liked her like that. "I'm pregnant," she said, burying her face shyly in my chest. "I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday." "Ah!" This was like a bolt from the blue for me. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" Li Yan tilted her head and looked at me, looking incredibly cute. Afterwards, we started discussing it. My suggestion was to abort the child, reasoning that if the child was born, what would it call Junxiu? Sister? Or Aunt? But Li Yan insisted on having the child. Her reason was simple: she loved me and wanted to have the child for me. As for what the child would call Junxiu, Li Yan's solution was simple: the child would take the mother's name and call Junxiu "Sister." But the crucial problem was that one child would call me "Big Brother," and the other "Dad." What to do? Li Yan's solution was even simpler: "I don't care, I'm going to have this child." That day, we parted on bad terms. "Uncle Wang." Now, whenever Li Yan and I couldn't resolve something, I always relied on Uncle Wang. "Junchen, what's wrong? You look so worried." Uncle Wang noticed I had something on my mind, lit a cigarette, and asked. "It's about Li Yan," I said. "Tell me what happened." Uncle Wang was very confident now, having done so much for Li Yan. He said with certainty, "Li Yan is pregnant." "Cough...cough...cough..." Uncle Wang had just taken a puff of his cigarette, but before he could even enjoy it, he coughed it all up, looking quite choked. It took him a long time to ask, "Cough...with whom? Cough..." "Uncle Wang, don't worry." "Cough...I'm asking you, whose child is it?" Uncle Wang finally recovered and asked. "Mine," I hesitated for a long time before whispering a single word. "Cough...cough..." Uncle Wang choked again, pointing at me with his hand, unable to speak, seemingly very angry. The next day, I went to Uncle Wang's house; he had asked me to come. As soon as I entered, I saw Uncle Wang smoking, and he seemed less angry. Aunt Wang was very hospitable, offering me a seat and pouring tea, keeping herself very busy. "Junchen," Uncle Wang said with a dark face, "Yesterday, I was very angry and told your aunt about it. Unexpectedly, your aunt was very understanding and spent the whole night trying to persuade me. I've come to my senses too, and now I want to ask you what you mean?" Since Aunt Wang already knew about it, I didn't hide anything: "I wanted to abort the child, but Li Yan insisted on giving birth." "What nonsense! It's a life too. Why abort it? Do you think it's so easy for a woman to get pregnant?" Aunt Wang said. "But…" Uncle Wang and I said almost simultaneously. "But what? A man should take responsibility for his actions." Aunt Wang said firmly. "Junchen, I was worried back then too. If Boss Lu was gone and Li Yan got married, would she still care for Boss Lu's daughter? When I heard that you gave money to Li Yan, I was relieved. I told my husband, 'Just you wait and see, Junchen and Li Yan...' My husband didn't believe me and even scolded me. And what happened? But Junchen, I understand you and support you. If you hadn't done this, and Li Yan got married, your Lu family's assets would have flowed into someone else's hands. Whether you would treat Junxiu well then is another matter." "But Aunt, Junxiu is my sister. What should this child call her?" I still had some doubts. "Just call her 'sister,' what else can you call her? We're born of the same mother. She can just call you 'dad' later, that's fine." "But Junxiu's name has the character 'Jun' in the middle, just like mine." "Didn't you see the North Korean leader? His father is Kim Jong-il, and his son is Kim Jong-un. They both have the same character in the middle, don't they?" Surprisingly, Aunt Wang's reasoning was quite sound. "Oh, just say your opinion, stop rambling!" Uncle Wang was getting impatient. "Fine, I'll say it. My idea is for Li Yan to give birth. I'll take care of her during her postpartum period. Don't worry, Junchen, no one will know," Aunt Wang said firmly. After ten months of pregnancy, Li Yan finally gave birth. Perhaps, because she was beautiful, she was destined to give birth to girls. She gave birth to another daughter, this is my daughter with her. I went to the delivery room on the day of the birth. I stood outside waiting the whole time. When I saw Li Yan being wheeled out, I rushed over, gently kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, stepmother." Li Yan cried, tears of joy. She reached out and touched my face, nodding. Aunt Wang, true to her word, also came. She smiled when she saw the baby in swaddling clothes, a smile so tender and loving. Then, she busied herself taking care of Li Yan and her baby. Three days later, Li Yan was discharged from the hospital, and I drove her home. Junxiu was also very happy to see the baby, playing with her every now and then. The whole family was enjoying a harmonious time. "Let me tell you, Junchen, if you betray Li Yan, you'll be struck by lightning," Aunt Wang said, unlike Uncle Wang who was careful with his words. She spoke her mind directly and bluntly. While bathing my daughter, she said, "Li Yan is absolutely a great contributor to the Lu family. Back then, Mr. Lu wanted a daughter, but Mrs. Lu gave birth to you three brothers. When these three sons grew up and got married, Mr. Lu wanted a granddaughter, but none of your wives were worthy, and they all gave birth to three more sons. But Li Yan, without even a proper marriage, gave Mr. Lu a daughter first, and now she's given him a granddaughter. Can you believe how great her contribution is? Junchen, go to the kitchen and turn off the stove." Aunt Wang always liked to grumble, "Such a great contributor, and Old Mrs. Lu not only showed no gratitude, but instead beat her, sued her, seized her house, and kicked her out, forcing the Lu family's great contributor to sell lamb skewers for a living. Ugh, I was so angry when I heard that, I wanted to argue with her. Luckily, Mr. Lu had accumulated good karma in his past life and has a good son like Junchen who takes care of Li Yan, otherwise, Li Yan and her daughter would have suffered terribly..." Li Yan and I listened to Aunt Wang's grumbling in the bedroom and laughed happily. Li Yan gently rested her head on my shoulder, her expression blissful and content. "Junchen, don't call me 'stepmother' anymore, okay?" "Call me what?" "Call me 'wife'." "I'll call you 'stepmother wife'," I joked. "You're so naughty," Li Yan lightly hit me, "If you call me that, I'll call your son 'husband'." We both laughed and hugged each other tightly. Hearing our laughter, Aunt Wang started a new round of grumbling: "Look, this is a match made in heaven. You can tell how happy they are just by listening to their laughter. As the saying goes, good people are rewarded. Look at this child, she's got the best traits from both parents, she'll grow up to be a little beauty. And look at Junxiu, he also has the best traits from both parents... Hey, Junchen, Li Yan, hurry up and name this child! Your next generation name should have the character 'Yu' (玉), you must give the child a good name..." (Word count: 36729) [The End]

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