[Urban] Rebirth of a Strange Love: The Loser's Revenge - Part 1-3

Chapter 1

Qinghua was an ordinary soldier who joined the army after graduating from high school and later passed the entrance exam for military academy. He thought his future was bright, but during the selection for the Special Operations Regiment's Information Brigade, despite his excellent grades and outstanding overall qualities, Qinghua was not selected. Later, Qinghua learned that the spot had already been given to a "promising" young master, and the so-called selection was just a cover-up. Outraged, Qinghua argued with his superiors and was discharged from the army.

Having seen through the darkness of the military, Qinghua packed his bags and took the train back to his hometown. However, upon arriving home, he received devastating news: his dearest sister had committed suicide by jumping off a building. This news struck Qinghua like a bolt from the blue. Qinghua's sister, Qingling, was two years older than him and had only recently married. Qinghua couldn't understand why his always cheerful sister would commit suicide. His parents, who were

only in their early fifties, suddenly aged considerably. Qinghua knelt beside his sister's ashes and wept uncontrollably. His parents, who had already run out of tears, also wept uncontrollably alongside their son. After burying her sister's ashes, Qinghua asked her brother-in-law why her sister had committed suicide. Qingling was the hope of the Qing family. After graduating from university, she stayed in the provincial capital and worked at a bank. Qinghua's brother-in-law was a section chief at that bank, having become a section chief at the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven. He was considered young and promising. When Qingling and her husband got married, the villagers in the small village were the envy of everyone. They all said that Old Man Qing had given birth to a good daughter. Unexpectedly, Qingling passed away only half a year later.

Qinghua's brother-in-law, Zhao Ting, was a refined-looking young man. With Qinghua grabbing his chest, he was too timid to speak. "Tell me, how did my sister die?" Qinghua was already agitated. Seeing that Zhao Ting didn't speak, she immediately became angry and slapped him across the face. Half of Zhao Ting's face immediately swelled up.

“那天我和你姐姐去参加一个酒会，我和你姐姐喝多了，就在酒店里开了个房间，当时我喝多了，也记不清楚，只知道和你姐姐吵了几句，你姐姐一生气就跳了楼……”

“胡说，我姐姐是那么没气量的人吗？”青华不相信姐姐会因为跟赵庭吵了两句就跳楼。“说，是不是你在外面包了二奶，被我姐姐知道了，你就害死了我姐姐。”

“没有，青华，我很爱你姐姐的，我怎么会在外面包二奶呢，青华，你要相信我，我没有害死你姐姐。”青华不信，抓着赵庭一顿猛揍，赵庭虽然身材也算高大，可如何是青华的对手，没几下就被青华打倒在地上。青父青母怕再闹出人命来，上去拉住了青华，让赵庭先离开。

“Xiaohua, what Zhao Ting said is true, and the police said the same thing. They said Xiaoling committed suicide by jumping off a building.” Qing’s father told Qinghua while crying. Qinghua simply couldn’t believe his sister would commit suicide. The next day, Zhao Ting called Qinghua, saying he had something to tell him, and the two arranged to meet at Qingling’s grave.

It snowed the next day. Qinghua walked through the snow to the cemetery. Zhao Ting arrived before him and was standing in front of the grave, gazing at the tombstone. On the tombstone, Qingling’s photo still looked as beautiful as ever. Zhao Ting didn’t turn around when he heard the sound of footsteps in the snow, but said to Qinghua behind him, “Qinghua, I know you hate me now, thinking I killed Qingling. I admit, I am responsible for Qingling’s death. I didn’t take good care of her. In your eyes, I am a glamorous section chief, but in other people’s eyes, I am just an insignificant ant, someone who can crush me with a flick of their finger.”

“How exactly did my sister die?” Qinghua walked to Zhao Ting’s side, looking at his sister’s photo. If Zhao Ting told him the truth, he would avenge his sister.

“Qinghua, I know you love your sister, and I love your sister too. You want to avenge your sister, and I want to avenge your sister too, but do you know who the enemy is? Even I am powerless to help, let alone you.”

“Tell me, who killed my sister?” Qinghua turned around, grabbing Zhao Ting’s collar with both hands. Zhao Ting told Qinghua that many high-ranking officials from the province attended the party that day, and someone had taken a liking to Qingling’s beauty. That night, he and Qingling had also drunk a few too many drinks. When he was woken up, Qingling had already jumped off a building and committed suicide. Zhao Ting closed his eyes as he said this, tears streaming down his face.

“Who, who killed my sister?” Qinghua’s hands trembled in the cold wind, his face ashen and terrifying. Zhao Ting shook his head and said, "I can't be sure right now. Qingling's jump was quickly ruled a suicide by the police, and the next day I received a call from above. To avoid damaging the bank's image, I was told to be careful what I said and just tell everyone that Qingling and I had a fight after drinking too much that night, and Qingling jumped in a fit of pique. There aren't many people who could suppress the matter so quickly after that party."

Qinghua knew Zhao Ting already had someone he suspected and asked who it was. Zhao Ting said he wasn't sure yet and would have to go back and inquire to find out. He told Qinghua that if she wanted revenge, she should come to the provincial capital to find him after the New Year.

While other families were celebrating the New Year with joy, the Qing family was desolate. Even when neighbors visited, they all had long faces and offered their condolences to Qingling's parents. On the eighth day of the New Year, Qinghua packed her things and went to the provincial capital to find Zhao Ting. Zhao Ting told Qinghua that the person most likely to have attacked Qingling at the party was Fang Daming. Qingling had told him before that Fang Daming had met her once when he went to the bank and even spoke to her.

"Fang Daming?" Qinghua's face was filled with shock and anger.

"That's right, it's him. I heard Fang Daming is very lecherous, especially fond of toying with married women. He's most likely the one who killed Qingling, and only he could suppress the matter so quickly." Zhao Ting, seeing Qinghua's silence, asked if he was afraid.

Qinghua shook his head and asked Zhao Ting what to do; a provincial governor wasn't so easily brought down. Zhao Ting nodded and said, "Yes, Fang Daming's status is too high; we have no chance of revenge."

"Are we just going to let my sister's revenge go?" Qinghua looked at Zhao Ting coldly.

Zhao Ting turned to Qinghua and said, "Qinghua, do you think we have a chance to get revenge on Fang Daming?"

"Brother-in-law, do you already have a plan?" Qinghua knew that since Zhao Ting had asked him to come to the provincial capital, he must have a plan.

Zhao Ting nodded and said, "Although Fang Daming holds a high position and is on a completely different level from us, he still has opponents on his level."

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean? Have you found an accomplice? Who is he?"

"I can't tell you right now. Fang Daming likes women, so we'll start from that angle. If we can get evidence of his infidelity, we can hand it over to that person, who will naturally have a way to bring Fang Daming down."

"If it's so easy, why doesn't that person do it?"

"Qinghua, do you know how much risk you take in privately monitoring and investigating a provincial governor? If that person does it and it gets found out, he's finished. So only we can do this. We'll get the evidence and give it to that person, and he can help us bring down Fang Daming. Qinghua, I have to go to work now; I don't have time to follow Fang Daming. Besides, Fang Daming is definitely having people watching me now; if I make any unusual moves, he'll definitely notice."

Qinghua understood Zhao Ting's meaning and said to him, "Brother-in-law, leave this to me."

“Qinghua, you need to think this through. Secretly monitoring and investigating the provincial governor is a very serious matter if you're discovered. If Fang Daming finds out your identity, your life could be in danger.”

“As long as I can avenge my sister, I'll do it no matter how dangerous it is.” Qinghua slammed his fist on the table. Zhao Ting patted Qinghua's arm forcefully and said he'd call him again in a few days to discuss the specifics of dealing with Fang Daming.

Two days later, Qinghua received another call from Zhao Ting. The two met at a small restaurant in the suburbs. Zhao Ting gave Qinghua an ordinary Santana and some tools for covert filming. Qinghua took the things, said a few words to Zhao Ting, and left. After Qinghua left, Zhao Ting made a phone call to someone, telling them that Qinghua had gone. The person asked Zhao Ting if Qinghua's visit would be discovered. Zhao Ting told the person that Qinghua had just been discharged from the army, where he had worked in intelligence analysis and should know what to do. Zhao Ting assured the person that even if something happened to Qinghua, it wouldn't implicate him.

Qinghua drove his Santana, following Fang Daming 24/7. Afraid of being discovered, Qinghua dared not get too close to Fang Daming's car, only keeping a distance. Over a month, Qinghua saw several women appear with Fang Daming and took a few photos, but these were of little value. The only thing that gave Qinghua hope was that Fang Daming would go to the Lakeside Villa District two or three times a month, staying for an hour or more each time. Qinghua assumed Fang Daming had a mistress living there. The security at the Lakeside Villa District was very strict, and Qinghua couldn't enter without a pass. He wanted Zhao Ting to prepare a pass for him, but Zhao Ting told him not to follow Fang Daming there, as Fang Daming's daughter lived there.

An opportunity arose one day in mid-April when Zhao Ting called Qinghua, telling him that a provincial conference was being held at the Huatian Hotel. Zhao Ting's mistress, a deputy director in a northern city, was also attending the conference, and something might happen between the two that night. Zhao Ting sent Qinghua a photo of Fang Daming's mistress and also told her the hotel and room number where the female mayor was staying. Upon hearing this, Qinghua perked up and drove to the hotel Zhao Ting had mentioned.

The hotel was located at the foot of Jinhua Mountain, in a scenic area, and was very quiet. When Qinghua arrived at the hotel, she thought to herself that Fang Daming really knew how to choose a place for their affair; there weren't many people there, and most of the guests were tourists. The hotel was five stories high. Qinghua went straight to the rooftop. The deputy mayor's room was the second one from the left on the fifth floor. Qinghua tied a rope and climbed down from the roof, using the tools she had prepared to open the window. She found the window wasn't closed, just slightly ajar. Overjoyed, Qinghua moved the window open and jumped in.

It was a standard double room. Although not as spacious as a deluxe suite, it was still much larger than a typical room. There was more than three meters between the window and the bed. On one side was a transparent wardrobe with several women's clothes hanging inside. On the other side was a desk with a laptop on it. Several women's clothes were scattered on the large bed, presumably hastily changed out of the vice mayor's clothes before a meeting.

Qinghua picked up a long-sleeved t-shirt and smelled it; the shirt still had a faint, elegant fragrance. Qinghua couldn't help but think of the female mayor's photo. From the photo, the female mayor looked to be in her early thirties. Although not particularly beautiful, she possessed an alluring charm in her eyes and brows, a captivating quality. Qinghua felt a pang of pity for the vice mayor, who was willing to sacrifice her virtue for her career. If he had captured evidence of the vice mayor's affair with Fang Daming, her future would be over.

Qinghua put down the t-shirt and began to work. Looking around, Qinghua decided to install the camera behind the wall lamp above the desk. It would be angled towards the bed, providing a clear view of everything on it. Qinghua installed the webcam and, noticing the laptop on the desk, became curious. What kind of things would the female mayor have on her computer? Qinghua turned on the laptop; the password was nothing to him, and he easily cracked it. But before he could even browse the contents, he heard the door open. Qinghua was startled. Zhao Ting had told him the meeting wouldn't end until 3:30, and it would take at least half an hour to get here from the Huatian Hotel. It was only a little past 3:00; why was the female mayor back already? Qinghua

didn't have time to think. He turned and looked around the room. It was small. Qinghua closed the laptop, lifted the bedsheet, but there was more underneath. He put the sheet down and saw a gap of about 30-40 centimeters between the wardrobe and the window, where one curtain was drawn. He slipped inside.

A woman entered the room, humming softly. She seemed to be in a good mood. Was the female mayor back early to have an affair with Fang Daming? Qinghua remained motionless in the corner, cursing the female mayor's shamelessness as she seemed so happy.

A "thud" sounded, like something being thrown onto the bed. The woman hummed a tune as she went into the bathroom. The bathroom was near the entrance, and soon the sound of running water could be heard. Qinghua's mind conjured up the image of the woman urinating on the toilet. However, Qinghua had no time to think about what the female mayor would look like sitting on the toilet with her pants down; this was his best chance to leave the room. Qinghua walked out from beside the wardrobe and slowly headed towards the door. The room had a thick carpet, so Qinghua wasn't worried about making a lot of noise. But when he reached the entrance, he was stunned—the bathroom door was open. The female mayor probably thought she was alone in the room, so she hadn't even closed the door.

Qinghua knew that if he rushed out now, he could escape, but he would definitely be discovered by the woman in the bathroom, and his entire plan would be ruined. That old fox, Fang Daming, would definitely know someone was secretly following and watching him. Just then, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom, so Qinghua had no choice but to return to the wardrobe. The woman came over again, humming a song. This time, she sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and made a soft "hmm" sound, as if she was wondering why her computer was on. Qinghua's heart tightened; he had been so nervous when he heard the door open that he had forgotten to turn off the computer.

However, the woman didn't seem to suspect anything and started playing games on the computer. Judging from the sound, she was playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). Qinghua was a little anxious; if Fang Daming came, the female mayor would definitely come and draw the curtains, and then he would be exposed. Qinghua peeked out quietly. The woman was engrossed in playing on the computer, her long, shiny black hair cascading down her shoulders, suggesting that she took good care of her hair. Although the woman was very focused on her game, Qinghua couldn't just walk past her from behind.

Suddenly, Qinghua's phone vibrated in his pocket, making a soft "buzzing" sound. Startled, Qinghua quickly reached out and turned off the phone. Looking at the woman again, she was still engrossed in her game. Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the game was loud, or he would have been discovered. Qinghua checked his phone and saw a text message from Zhao Ting informing him that the meeting was over. Qinghua turned off his phone, wondering what Zhao Ting meant by sending him this message—was he trying to remind him that the female mayor was returning? And who was the woman in that room? Had he entered the wrong room?

Half an hour later, the door opened again, and the woman playing on the computer turned to the doorway and said, "Sister Shuhua, you're back." The woman at the door hummed in response and stepped onto the carpet to enter. Sister Shuhua? The one who came in was the female mayor, so who was this woman playing games? Sister Shuhua? That voice sounded familiar. Qinghua had doubts, but he dared not peek out again.

"Playing Dou Dizhu again? Didn't you say you had to go to work today?" The female mayor's voice grew closer, and a delicate fragrance wafted into Qinghua's nose. The scent was the same as the one on the clothes earlier. Qinghua knew the female mayor had reached the wardrobe. He pressed himself against the wardrobe wall, barely daring to breathe. The female mayor pushed open the transparent sliding door, and the creaking sound was particularly jarring as Qinghua pressed against the wardrobe. The female mayor took off her clothes and hung them in the wardrobe while talking to her companion. The woman who had been playing games earlier turned off the computer, and the two women lay down on the bed together.

The female mayor said to her companion, "Mao Mao, I have something to do today, you should go back first. I'll stay here for a few days before going back, come back tomorrow night."

The girl named Mao Mao said, "Sister Shuhua, is he coming?" The female mayor hummed in agreement. Mao Mao then asked the female mayor if she wasn't afraid her brother-in-law would find out and cause trouble. Judging from her tone, the female mayor was Mao Mao's cousin or something.

The female mayor was silent for a moment before saying, "Yuanfang knows about me and him." Mao Mao fell silent as well, and the room became eerily quiet. After a long while, the woman called Mao Mao finally spoke, "Men are all the same; women are much cleaner. Sister Shuhua, who's coming today?"

The female mayor was silent for a long time before saying, "Mao Mao, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but it won't do you any good to know. You should leave now; he'll be here soon. Don't run into him; it won't do you any good."

Mao Mao left, leaving the female mayor alone, sitting on the bed in a daze. A burst of music woke the female mayor. She answered the phone; it was her daughter calling, asking if she was coming home that night. Hearing her daughter's innocent voice, the female mayor felt a pang of unease. She knew her husband had asked their daughter to call, wanting to remind her that she had a family. The female mayor told her daughter she had meetings in two days and asked her to listen to her father at home. After saying this, the female mayor hung up the phone, and the room became eerily quiet again.

Hua Qing didn't know how much time had passed; his legs were numb from standing, when he finally heard the female mayor get out of bed and tidy up her clothes and belongings. Then Hua Qing heard the sound of water running in the bathroom, followed by the sound of the door closing. Hua Qing knew the mayor was going to take a shower; now was the perfect time to leave. Hua Qing went to the window, intending to climb out using the rope he had used before, but when he opened the window, he saw that the parking lot outside was crowded, presumably people heading to the restaurant in the back for dinner. It was still light out, and Hua Qing was afraid of being discovered, so he quietly went to the entrance, made sure the bathroom door was closed, and then opened it.

Stepping out of the room, Hua Qing closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Turning back, he saw a person standing three or four meters away—it was Fang Daming. Not far behind Fang Daming were two other people; it was obvious they were his bodyguards. Hua Qing's heart pounded. With the elevator and stairs behind Fang Daming, Hua Qing's only escape option was to jump out the window, but this was the fifth floor; jumping would be certain death. The only thing she could do now was pretend to be a hotel employee and fool Fang Daming for the time being. Hua Qing pretended not to recognize Fang Daming, smiling slightly and saying, "Mr. Huanguang, you're checking into our Maple Leaf Hotel." Then she let Fang Daming pass and walked towards the elevator.

Fang Daming didn't react immediately, glancing at Hua Qing. After Hua Qing passed, Fang Daming's heart tightened. He gestured for his attendant to come over and said, "Have someone follow him."

The female mayor, who was showering in the bathroom, heard the knock and knew Fang Daming had arrived. She quickly put on her bathrobe, wrapped her wet hair in a towel, and went to open the door.

"Where is that person?" Fang Daming asked the female mayor coldly as the door was pushed open. The female mayor was bewildered. Who? Fang Daming immediately returned to the corridor and told his entourage, "Make sure you catch that guy."

Hua Qing knew his mission had failed. After exiting the elevator, he ran as fast as he could, trying to leave the hotel before Fang Daming and his men could react. To avoid attracting attention, Hua Qing parked his car in a grove of trees next to the hotel. He hadn't gone far when he heard a car approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw a black sedan speeding towards him. Knowing the situation was dire, Hua Qing took off running. Seeing him suddenly accelerate, the people in the car behind him floored the gas pedal and gave chase. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a tall sycamore tree. Hua Qing had just reached the tree when the powerful electric field instantly knocked him unconscious. Before he could even lose consciousness, the black car behind him was already upon him. The loud thunderclap startled the driver, and Hua Qing was hit by the car's rearview mirror, rolling towards a roadside ditch.

Hua Qing woke up feeling a little dizzy. A woman pulled him up from the ground, saying, "My darling, are you alright?" Hua Qing mechanically shook his head; he couldn't get used to the woman's address.

"It's good you're alright, Xiao Long. Come inside with Mom, it's about to rain. Did the thunder scare you? Don't be afraid, Xiao Long. Thunder is just God snoring in his sleep, nothing to be afraid of." The woman said, pulling Hua Qing's arm towards the house. Only then did Hua Qing notice where he was. He and the woman were standing in the small garden in front of a villa. How could this be? He was clearly running on the road outside the hotel, then suddenly everything brightened and he became dizzy. Where was the road? Where was the hotel? Hua Qing looked around again. The villa was surrounded by many trees, and through the grove, he could see other villas, the closest being about twenty meters away.

A few more rumbles of thunder sounded, and large raindrops pattered against the roof and leaves. The woman pulled Hua Qing by the arm and quickly walked into the villa. Hua Qing's arm was pressed against the woman's soft chest, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He followed the woman into the villa.

"Xiao Long, don't catch butterflies in the garden anymore, okay? Let's take a shower first, then have dinner. Mom made your favorite spring rolls today. Listen to Mom, don't catch butterflies anymore." The woman said, wiping Hua Qing's face with her hand.

Only then did Hua Qing realize that the woman in front of him was his mother. No, she should be the mother of Hua Qing's current body. Catching butterflies in the garden? How old should he be now? Hua Qing looked at the woman again. The woman was very beautiful, wearing an indigo knitted long dress. Hua Qing instinctively saw the woman's chest. The neckline of the dress was close to her chest, slightly revealing a sexy cleavage. Hua Qing was standing facing the woman, so he could see it clearly. Hua Qing's gaze then shifted to the woman's face. She had phoenix eyes, delicate eyebrows, cherry lips, and a slightly round oval face. She looked extremely beautiful.

"What a beautiful woman!" Hua Qing couldn't help but admire her inwardly. But there was one thing: the woman looked to be only in her early thirties. Was he still a child, chasing butterflies in the garden? No, the woman before him looked to be at least 1.65 to 1.7 meters tall, and he himself was more than half a head taller than her, probably around 1.8 meters, which should be about the same height as he used to be.

The woman led Hua Qing into the villa. This was the most luxurious villa Hua Qing had ever seen in his life; to him, it was like a palace in his dreams. Passing through the spacious living room, Hua Qing couldn't help but look up at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The translucent crystals shone brilliantly, and Hua Qing had no doubt about the authenticity of the material.

The woman led Hua Qing to the bathroom door. The bathroom was large, with a toilet and sink outside, and a large bathtub and shower facilities in the inner room separated by a glass door. Hua Qing hesitated. Was the woman going to help him take a bath? "He's such a grown man, doesn't he even know how to take a bath?" Hua Qing recalled what the beautiful woman had just told him and couldn't help but think of the word "mentally retarded." Could it be that his current body belonged to a mentally challenged person who hadn't even learned basic life skills, needing his mother's help even to bathe?

Seeing Hua Qing stop, the beautiful woman forcefully pulled him into the bathroom, saying as she did so, "Xiao Long, Mom knows you like taking baths, right? Come on, Mom won't make the water too hot this time." Hua Qing followed the beautiful woman into the bathroom, two big questions swirling in his mind. First, why did he have such a young mother? Second, what was his current intellectual level? Needing his mother's help to bathe—Hua Qing knew the original owner of this body's intelligence was definitely no higher than second grade. Because in Hua Qing's memory, he had been bathing alone since he was much older.

While the beautiful woman was running the water, Hua Qing looked in the mirror. The person in the mirror was quite handsome. Hua Qing thought, with such a beautiful mother, even a mentally challenged person wouldn't be too ugly. Hua Qing looked at himself in the mirror. His face wasn't bad-looking, but there was something strange about it. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the more he looked, the more he felt he looked silly. Especially after falling in the garden earlier, his face was still covered in mud. If it weren't for his neat clothes, he would look like any mentally challenged person you might bump into.

The beautiful woman filled the bathtub to about half full, and a wave of steam rushed out. She walked over to Hua Qing and pulled him towards the inner room. Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed. The woman thought he didn't want to take a bath, so she insisted on dragging him inside. "Little Long, my darling, the water Mommy filled isn't too hot this time. Why don't you touch it?" The woman pulled Hua Qing's hand into the bathtub; the water temperature was just right. Hua Qing looked at the large bathtub and thought it would be very comfortable to lie in it, but with the woman beside him, he didn't dare to take off his clothes.

"Baby, it's not hot, is it? Come on, Mommy will help you take a bath." The beautiful woman said, starting to undress Hua Biao. Hua Qing naturally didn't cooperate, but the woman coaxed him as she did so. Hua Qing really wanted to tell the woman that he wasn't her original child. But right now, Hua Qing hadn't figured out the situation. If the woman knew he wasn't her child, would she be able to handle it? And where was he now? What would be the consequences if his true identity got out?

In the end, the woman stripped Hua Qing naked. Hua Qing thought, "Oh well, anyway, the woman is the mother of my current body. She must have bathed me often before. It's not a big deal. I'll just pretend to be mentally challenged for now and see what happens."

After making this decision, Hua Qing felt a little relieved. Following the beautiful woman's instructions, he entered the bathtub. Looking down, he saw his penis—goodness, what a huge cock! Hua Qing couldn't help but think of a saying: God gave him abundant resources, but a fool's mind. But he wasn't a fool anymore, Hua Qing thought to himself. The beautiful woman continued to coax him, "Baby, Mommy didn't lie to you, did she? The water isn't too hot, is it? Baby, let's sit down."

Hua Qing lay in the bathtub, and could see his penis floating in the water. He felt it was about to get hard. Hua Qing tried his best not to think about the beautiful woman beside him, but she was squatting next to him, her fragrance captivating him. Even worse, the beautiful woman dripped shower gel into the water and began rubbing him all over. This sensation was enjoyable, but Hua Qing couldn't bear it, because he was a normal man, not the beautiful woman's mentally challenged son.

The bathtub was filled with bubbles, and the beautiful woman's hands were smooth and felt comfortable against his skin. Hua Qing felt the same way, but it was torture for him. Although he tried to avoid looking at her, he couldn't help but glance at her. The woman was leaning over to bathe him, and Hua Qing could see her breasts through her neckline. Her neckline swayed down, revealing almost her entire full breasts to him. The bathroom was hot, and he was sweating, making his chest area look even more shiny and alluring, like the way women in movies apply oil to their breasts. "

I can't have any improper thoughts about her; she's my mother!" Hua Qing thought to himself, not daring to look at her again. Just then, the woman's hand touched Hua Qing's penis. She didn't seem to care what she was holding; her movements were practiced, as if she was afraid of not washing him properly. The beautiful woman brushed aside the foam floating on the water's surface, carefully examining Hua Qing's penis. With one hand, she pulled back the foreskin, and with the other, she gently pinched the frenulum beneath the glans, then stroked it a few times with her fingers.

Hua Qing felt an intense pleasure, almost wanting to scream. The woman's hand, combined with the warm water, felt incredibly wonderful. Already surging with desire, Hua Qing could no longer control himself; he simply couldn't. Just as the woman's hand released his grip, Hua Qing's penis shamefully hardened. At least, that's what Hua Qing thought. The beautiful woman was now his mother; how could he have such filthy thoughts?

The beautiful woman seemed oblivious, continuing to wash Hua Qing's lower body. Hua Qing silently prayed, "Little brother, hurry up and finish. It would be so embarrassing if you were still hard after the woman finished washing."

After washing, the beautiful woman filled the bathtub and turned on the shower to test the water temperature. When it was almost time, she rushed over to Hua Qing and asked if he was hot. Hua Qing shook his head and said no. Hearing Hua Qing speak, the beautiful woman smiled happily; clearly, this mentally challenged boy rarely spoke before. After helping Hua Qing wash, the beautiful woman immediately grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around him, afraid he would catch a cold. By this time, the beautiful woman herself was already covered in sweat. Hua Qing couldn't help but marvel at how meticulously this beautiful woman cared for her son. The beautiful woman used the towel to wipe Hua Qing's body, from top to bottom, not missing an inch of his skin. When she wiped between Hua Qing's legs, she clearly felt the hardness of his penis. At this moment, the beautiful woman blushed slightly, but she didn't take it seriously. She continued wiping Hua Qing's penis with the towel, even using the towel to gently squeeze it. Hua Qing was afraid he might lose control and provoke an erection, which would be incredibly embarrassing. Fortunately, the bath was over. The beautiful woman handed Hua Qing a pair of underwear and told him to put them on, thinking that even a mentally challenged child like him could wear underwear. Hua Qing lowered his head, not daring to look at the beautiful woman, took the underwear from her, turned around, and put it on. The beautiful woman didn't notice Hua Qing turning around and only took out a long-sleeved t-shirt for him to wear. Mentally challenged children can wear these clothes, so the beautiful woman didn't help him. She only helped Hua Qing straighten his clothes after he was dressed.

After he was dressed, the beautiful woman had Hua Qing stand in front of the mirror and took out a hairdryer to dry his hair. Hua Qing looked at himself in the mirror and, to be honest, he looked a bit more energetic after the bath. The beautiful woman was also happy to see her son in the mirror because he had talked to her while she was bathing. The beautiful woman accompanied Hua Qing into the dining room and told him to sit down and wait while she went to heat up the spring rolls. As Hua Qing sat down, the sound of the microwave coming from the kitchen could be heard. Soon, the beautiful woman brought out a plate of steaming hot spring rolls. Qinghua was hungry, and seeing the fragrant spring rolls, his mouth watered.

"Xiaolong, these are your favorite red bean paste and taro flavors. Try them and see if Mommy makes them well," the beautiful woman said, using her chopsticks to pick up a red bean paste spring roll and place it in Qinghua's empty bowl. Qinghua slowly picked up the spring roll from his bowl and took a bite. It was fragrant, sweet, and crispy. Qinghua finished it in two bites, his mouth still filled with that sweet aroma. Seeing how quickly Qinghua ate, the beautiful woman pushed the plate of spring rolls in front of him.

Qinghua ate two more spring rolls, then looked up and saw the beautiful woman's loving smile. Qinghua thought of his parents. He wondered what time it was, whether his parents knew about him, and whether he was dead. Thinking of this, Qinghua stopped. The beautiful woman asked with concern, "Xiaolong, what's wrong? Did Mommy's spring rolls not taste good today?"

Qinghua snapped out of his daze and said to the beautiful woman, "They're delicious, Mommy, I'll eat some too." Qinghua felt very uncomfortable calling such a young and beautiful woman "Mommy." Perhaps it was because he wasn't familiar with this body, or perhaps it was because he was originally mentally challenged, but Qinghua's words always felt somewhat disjointed. However, the beautiful woman was overjoyed; her son had actually asked her to eat spring rolls today.

"Mommy isn't hungry, baby, eat first." The beautiful woman stroked Qinghua's hair, her face full of comfort, as if she had received the reward she wanted.

"What time is it now?" Qinghua asked suddenly while eating. The beautiful woman was taken aback. Although Qinghua's question wasn't particularly unusual, she was still somewhat surprised. However, she hadn't expected her son to be any different than usual, assuming he wanted to sleep. She said to Qinghua, "Sweetie, it's almost evening. I'll tell you a story after I'm all ready." Qinghua had intended to ask what the date was, but upon hearing the woman's answer, he remembered his current status and gave up the question.

The stairs to the villa led to a living room, smaller than the one below. Qinghua's room was on the west side of the living room, a large and spacious room, much larger than his own room at home. The beautiful woman had Qinghua sit on the bed and turned on the television. It was a children's channel, something Qinghua was already prepared for. The beautiful woman smiled and said to Qinghua, "Sweetie, I'm going to take a shower first, and then I'll come back and tell you a story, okay? You can watch cartoons first." Qinghua nodded, and the beautiful woman left his room.

After she left, Qinghua switched to the news channel and saw that the date was still the same day. Qinghua understood. In the instant of the lightning strike, his soul had transferred to the body of this mentally challenged child. He didn't know what had happened to his own body; perhaps he was dead. Qinghua switched to the local news channel, hoping to see if there was any news about him being struck by lightning. But before the local news even started, the hairdryer in the beautiful woman's bathroom stopped working. Qinghua quickly switched back to the children's channel.

A moment later, the beautiful woman entered Qinghua's room. Qinghua's eyes lit up again. The beautiful woman's long hair was casually tied up at the back of her head, adorned with a dark brown wooden hairpin, giving her a rustic yet elegant look. She wore a sky-blue knitted cardigan, unbuttoned, revealing a light gray silk nightgown underneath. At this moment, Qinghua was truly dumbfounded. If his act of bathing the beautiful woman earlier was him exposing himself to her, then now the roles were reversed. The beautiful woman's nightgown was somewhat transparent, vaguely revealing her breasts. The beautiful woman, having just showered, wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, firm and round, sagged slightly under gravity, yet remained full and alluring, their outlines silhouetted against her nightgown. Especially striking were the two small nipples protruding from the fabric.

Completely oblivious to Qinghua's slightly strange gaze, the woman sat down beside him, picked up a book from the bedside table, and said, "Xiaolong, let's study math first today, to review what Mommy taught you this afternoon, okay?" Qinghua didn't speak; he didn't know what the woman had taught him that afternoon. Seeing Qinghua's silence, the woman continued, "Sweetie, let's study math first, then Mommy will tell you a story, okay?"

Looking into the beautiful woman's concerned eyes, Qinghua nodded. Seeing Qinghua nod, the beautiful woman opened her book and began reading with him. Qinghua gained a deeper understanding of this mentally challenged child; his intelligence was at the level of a first or second grader, and he was usually quiet. Qinghua followed the beautiful woman as she looked at the math book, learning addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division for second grade. The material they were learning today was somewhat difficult for someone with mental disabilities, and the beautiful woman explained it very carefully and attentively. Qinghua, of course, wasn't paying any attention. The beautiful woman exuded a fresh, post-bath fragrance, making it difficult for Qinghua to breathe; his mind was filled with images of the beautiful woman's half-naked body.

After the explanation, the beautiful woman asked Qinghua questions. Qinghua pretended to be confused, answering slowly and occasionally making a mistake. Even so, Qinghua's performance still greatly excited the beautiful woman. The beautiful woman hugged Qinghua tightly and kissed him hard on the cheek: "Baby, you were so great today. Mommy knew you'd get better." Qinghua hadn't expected his performance to excite the woman so much. The feeling of her kiss on his cheek was wonderful. When she released him, Qinghua suddenly realized that his penis was hard—shamefully hard. He cursed himself inwardly, how could he do this? She was his mother now! When Qinghua looked at

the woman again, she was crying tears of joy. Qinghua felt a pang of sadness. What would she do if she knew the man in front of her wasn't her son? Never mind, he decided not to let her know.

The woman put down the math book and picked up a storybook to read to Qinghua. He was surprised to see it was an illustrated edition of *Journey to the West*. The woman turned the pages to show him the pictures, but Qinghua had no interest in that. He'd rather be shown an illustrated *Jin Ping Mei*. The beautiful woman, thinking Qinghua no longer enjoyed watching "Journey to the West," said to him, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Didn't you used to love watching Sun Wukong?"

"I like it," Qinghua replied. "I want to listen to Mom tell stories." If Qinghua said he didn't like it, the beautiful woman would definitely ask him what he liked, so it was better to let her tell him the story of the Monkey King. Hearing Qinghua's words, the beautiful woman continued telling him stories.

With such a beautiful woman beside him, wearing only a semi-transparent nightgown and exuding a delicate fragrance, how could Qinghua resist? Although the beautiful woman was his mother now, he was still a grown man. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Qinghua: he could just pretend to be asleep. The beautiful woman, not seeing Qinghua move for a while, looked down and saw he was asleep. She covered him with the blanket and kissed him on the cheek before leaving. The beautiful woman closed the door

, and Qinghua finally breathed a sigh of relief, gently got out of bed, and opened the door. The whole house was dark, with only a faint light filtering through the windows. Qinghua remembered that there was a cement road outside the garden, with a streetlamp by the roadside. The beautiful woman's room was to the east of the living room, and a sliver of light shone through the crack in the door. Qinghua went to the woman's door and heard faint sounds coming from inside; she knew the woman was watching television. Qinghua returned to her room and turned on the television. The local news rebroadcast had just begun, and the meeting chaired by Fang Daming was, of course, the main focus. Half of the five-minute report focused on Fang Daming. Finally, at the end of the news, Qinghua saw news about him. This evening, a man was struck by lightning and died at the foot of Jinhua Mountain. He was dead, truly dead. Qinghua sat silently on the bed, not knowing what to do.

On the screen, a woman lay on the bed, and a man was on top of her, diligently making love. A white sheet covered their joined bodies; the man, at the height of his passion, lifted himself up and knelt between the woman's legs.

The woman's legs emerged from the pristine white sheets, hooking around the man's waist, her trembling lips emitting alluring moans. Seeing this, the beautiful woman grasped the dildo and inserted it into her vagina, pulling it out to reveal it glistening with precum under the pink light.

Her nightgown was pulled up to her waist, completely exposing her two white thighs, even more alluring than the woman on the screen. Her dark pubic hair and full vulva were faintly visible as the dildo moved in and out. The woman on the screen was pulling the man down onto her, while the man, supporting the woman's waist, thrust his hips forcefully. Although their private parts were covered by the white sheets, it didn't hinder the beautiful woman's fantasies. The beautiful woman moaned as she pulled the dildo out, collapsing onto the bed until her body trembled slightly before stopping.

The man and woman on the screen nestled together on the bed. The beautiful woman sighed, watching, and turned off the television.

Today, while bathing her son, the beautiful woman saw his penis again. Although she bathed him often and was used to it, seeing his erect and frightening appearance still stirred a strange feeling within her. How wonderful it would be to find comfort in that thing. But it belonged to her foolish son, her foolish son.

After putting her things away, she went to the bathroom to wipe herself down. Before returning to her room, she went to her son's room again. Her son had spoken to her several times today, and she was very happy. Before going to sleep, she wanted to see him one last time. Qinghua heard the beautiful woman enter the bathroom and turned off the TV. Soon after, he heard the door open. Knowing it was the beautiful woman, Qinghua covered his head and pretended to be asleep.

The beautiful woman didn't turn on the light; she simply sat down beside Qinghua's bed and stroked his hair. Qinghua was deeply moved. This beautiful woman loved her son dearly. He decided not to tell her about his possession of her son's body. He would slowly return to normal; the beautiful woman would surely be very happy.

The next morning, Qinghua woke up, dressed, and saw the beautiful woman sitting alone on a mat on the balcony, practicing yoga. Qinghua knew the woman was someone of high status, and naturally, she took great care of herself. Yoga not only maintained her figure but also improved her flexibility. At this moment, the woman was facing away from Qinghua, her legs open, her lower body pressed against the mat, revealing her round, full buttocks. Wearing yoga clothes, her buttocks protruded prominently, very round, and the shape of her underwear was faintly visible through her pants.

Qinghua was mesmerized, as if countless vines were extending from the woman's full buttocks, tightly enveloping him and his gaze.

The woman changed her position, kneeling on the mat with her legs together, slowly leaning back until her head touched the mat. Qinghua was once again stunned. Although the beautiful woman wasn't wearing a bra, her full breasts created a deep cleavage beneath her workout clothes, a sight even more alluring than any bra could provide. At Qinghua's age, he was already full of energy early in the morning, and seeing the beautiful woman like this made his blood rush to his head. "Oh my god, why am I so excited? She's my mother now!" A wave of self-reproach washed over Qinghua, feeling he had desecrated the beautiful woman's dignity.

The beautiful woman looked down at Qinghua's shadow, then ended her morning exercise and stood up from the mat. "Xiaolong, you're up." The beautiful woman walked to Qinghua's side, helping him straighten his clothes. She didn't notice that her son's clothes were neater than usual. The beautiful woman told Qinghua to wash up, and she went back to her room to change into a suit. Qinghua walked blankly to his bathroom, looking utterly dazed, not feigning it. His mind was as blank as the breasts peeking out from the beautiful woman's neckline.

This was Qinghua's second time entering her bathroom. The bathroom was large, roughly the size of a regular room. Last night, it was dark, and Qinghua hadn't been able to see clearly outside. Now, looking through the window, she could see the scenery. Not far behind the villa was a clear mountain; the rain last night made the forest look even fresher. It seemed the villa was built on a smooth slope. Qinghua walked to the window and saw another villa in the distance, but the distance between them was considerable. It seemed this beautiful woman was no ordinary person!

When Qinghua saw the beautiful woman again, she had transformed into an elegant beauty. A white shirt, a blazer, and slim-fitting trousers accentuated her perfect figure. Especially the delicate floral patterns on the collar and hem of her shirt, and the pearl necklace around her neck, perfectly showcased her mature and charming allure. The beautiful woman walked up to Qinghua, looked her face from side to side, and seeing that Qinghua was very clean, a smile appeared on her face.

Just after breakfast, someone rang the doorbell. The beautiful woman went to open the door, and a young woman followed her in. The beautiful woman said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, Mom is going to work. You must listen to Sister Mei and study hard, okay?" As she spoke, the beautiful woman affectionately kissed Qinghua on the cheek.

The woman the beautiful woman had called in was there to tutor Qinghua. She smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam, I will definitely teach Young Master Xiaolong well. He will surely become smarter." The beautiful woman nodded, glanced at Qinghua again, and then left.

The woman who had come was named Dongmei, Qinghua's full-time nanny. She didn't have to do anything except tutor Qinghua when the beautiful woman wasn't home. Dongmei was extremely respectful to the beautiful woman, treating Qinghua like a precious treasure. But as soon as the beautiful woman left, Dongmei's face immediately fell, and she snorted, "This blockhead thinks he can amount to anything? If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't bother with him." Qinghua looked at Dongmei in surprise, thinking how quickly this woman's attitude changed!

Dongmei turned around and saw Qinghua staring blankly at her. Thinking he was still the same mentally challenged child, she shouted, "What are you looking at? Go sit down properly! If you don't behave, you won't get lunch, understand?" Dongmei seemed to know Qinghua wouldn't talk to her, so she ignored him, plopped down on the sofa, and took out her phone to look at it.

Qinghua was speechless. "You're the nanny, I'm a young master now, okay? You're acting like a queen! This is outrageous!" Qinghua wanted to slap Dongmei hard. The beautiful woman trusted her so much, and yet she acted like this. But this mentally challenged child was probably cared for by Dongmei like this before. If he hit her, both Dongmei and the beautiful woman would probably notice his abnormality. Thinking this, Qinghua ignored Dongmei and went upstairs.

Dongmei glanced at Qinghua's back, a hint of suspicion in her eyes, but didn't think much of it and continued playing on her phone.

Qinghua sat on the balcony where the beautiful woman did her morning exercise. The window was open, the air after the rain was especially fresh, and the sun felt particularly comfortable on her skin. Qinghua stretched her arms and legs. She had been holding back for a long time since yesterday evening and wanted to vent, so she started moving around by herself. This mentally challenged man's body was quite good, even stronger than before, except for some fat around his abdomen, though not much. However, Qinghua wasn't familiar with this body, or perhaps it was a defect inherent to mentally challenged men, because she couldn't maintain her balance and fell onto the mat with a loud thud.

Dongmei downstairs heard the loud noise from upstairs and knew Qinghua had fallen. She was startled; if anything happened to Qinghua, she couldn't bear the responsibility, so she hurriedly ran upstairs. Seeing Qinghua sitting on the cushion unharmed, she couldn't help but angrily say, "You little idiot, what are you doing?"

Qinghua laughed at Dongmei's panicked expression, but to Dongmei, his laugh looked like a silly grin. Dongmei yelled at him, "You idiot, what are you laughing at? Sit properly on the sofa, or I won't give you any food today." Hearing Dongmei's words, Qinghua wondered if this mentally challenged boy used to be a "foodie" who only knew how to eat, otherwise why would Dongmei always threaten him with food?

Seeing that Qinghua didn't move, Dongmei went up and grabbed Qinghua's arm, pulling him towards the sofa. Qinghua deliberately didn't move, so Dongmei had to use all her strength. If the two of them were reversed, it would look like one was trying to rape the other, and the other was desperately resisting. Dongmei finally managed to drag Qinghua onto the sofa, muttering, "This stupid person is really heavy." 04-18

Chapter 02

The beautiful woman would definitely ask Dongmei about his day when she came back. With Dongmei around, Qinghua couldn't do any normal exercise, so he half-reclined on the sofa and looked at Dongmei. Dongmei looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with light makeup on her face, and she was quite attractive. Qinghua thought to himself, "That beautiful woman definitely wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her mentally challenged son alone at home, so she hired someone to watch over him. This is going to be tough on him. What will he do if Dongmei keeps watching him? Should he pretend to be an idiot every day? No, I have to find a way to get rid of Dongmei." How could he get rid of Dongmei? If he told the beautiful woman how Dongmei usually treated him, she would definitely kick Dongmei out, but then the beautiful woman would definitely become suspicious of him.

Dongmei was a little annoyed when she saw Qinghua looking at her. She took a math book from Qinghua's room and gave it to him to study. Qinghua ignored Dongmei and went back to his room. "You little idiot, let me tell you, I'm going to test you before dinner. If you get it wrong, you won't get any food."

Idiot! Qinghua cursed inwardly, ignoring Dongmei. Since he couldn't get any exercise, he decided to watch TV instead.

Watching the television, Qinghua thought of his own situation again. His parents must be devastated to learn of his death; losing both their children within six months was unbearable for anyone. Qinghua was conflicted. He hadn't avenged his sister's death, and now he was "dead," not even knowing who he was. In his current state, he certainly couldn't take revenge. Should he explain the situation to the beautiful woman? If so, could she bear it? Besides, he didn't even know who the beautiful woman was. If she revealed his identity, it would be another danger for him. Should he secretly contact Zhao Ting and ask him to tell his parents he was still alive? Qinghua shook his head again. His secret follower of Fang Daming had been exposed; Fang Daming must know his identity, and perhaps Zhao Ting had a group of people watching him. After much

deliberation, Qinghua decided to familiarize himself with his current life before making any plans.

When it was time to eat, Dongmei didn't ask him any questions. The two ate takeout. Qinghua noticed that his portion of rice was quite large, but there wasn't much food, especially the braised pork ribs, which ended up in Dongmei's lunchbox. Qinghua picked up his chopsticks and started rummaging through the food, his eating manners quite unrefined. Dongmei muttered, "A glutton is a glutton." When Qinghua finished his last bite, he suddenly sneezed, spraying rice grains into Dongmei's lunchbox. Dongmei was caught off guard and stared blankly at Qinghua, who also pretended to look at her blankly. After a while, Dongmei shouted, "You idiot, how am I supposed to eat this?" Qinghua still grinned foolishly, "You eat it!" Qinghua felt he had finally gotten revenge for his former idiocy. Dongmei sighed and had no choice but to pack up her food, going hungry for half a day.

After lunch, it was Qinghua's nap time. Dongmei told him to go to his room to sleep, but Qinghua was bored with Dongmei and figured he might as well go to sleep. Back in bed, Qinghua was still contemplating whether to tell his parents he was still "alive," but the news was too unbelievable. He didn't know how to tell them, and how they would believe him. He couldn't just call them and say he was alive. Lost in thought, Qinghua fell asleep.

Sometime later, he heard faint noises coming from the living room. Had the beautiful woman returned? Qinghua sat up and gently opened the door. This time he heard clearly—it was a woman's moans, and it was Dongmei's. This greatly surprised Qinghua. Could it be that the woman was masturbating? Just then, a strange man's voice came from the living room: "Meizi, is it good? Is it comfortable?" Dongmei moaned and replied, "Mmm...so good, so good, use more force."

Qinghua peeked out and saw Dongmei lying on a cushion on the balcony, a man thrusting vigorously between her legs. The balcony curtains were mostly drawn, so the light wasn't very bright. However, Qinghua could still see everything clearly. Dongmei's legs were hoisted onto the man's shoulders. Qinghua could see Dongmei's small, raised buttocks, which looked quite large, comparable to the beautiful woman's. The two men looked rather thin, and the way they held Dongmei's legs was somewhat comical.

After a while, the man pulled Dongmei to her feet. Dongmei asked the man what he was doing, and he said to change positions. He had Dongmei support herself on the balcony railing with her hands, spread her thighs apart from behind, and then penetrated her.

"Meizi, isn't this more enjoyable?" The man held Dongmei's waist as he continued, not much taller than her, so in this position, Dongmei could only keep her legs together, which limited his strength.

Dongmei said, "Enjoyable my foot, it's not as good as before." The man suddenly pulled open the curtains, and the room was instantly lit. Dongmei was shocked and said to the man, "You bastard, what are you doing? Be careful someone sees us."

The man chuckled lewdly and thrust his hips hard, causing Dongmei to let out another soft moan. "I already checked when I came here. Even if you open the window, no one will see you."

The balcony was filled with lewd sounds and moans, a cacophony of groans and sounds of thrusting, which aroused Qinghua's blood. He cursed the two adulterers in his heart! A few minutes later, the man growled and sat motionless on the cushion behind him. Only then did Qinghua see Dongmei's buttocks clearly: two round buttocks clamping a glistening, red vulva. Dongmei touched her wet vulva, turned, picked up her pants from the floor, and plopped down on the sofa. Afraid of being discovered, Qinghua hid behind the wall. The man said to Dongmei, "Meizi, this is where rich people live! Rich people really live so comfortably. Wouldn't it be great if we had a house this big when we got married?"

Meizi, while putting on her pants, replied, "You're just daydreaming. Marriage? I won't marry you without a house." The man chuckled and then asked Meizi why the owner of such a big house didn't hire a maid. He knew Meizi's job was just looking after a mentally challenged child. Hearing this, Dongmei also found it strange. She told the man that the lady of the house only hired her to look after her son, and also hired a part-time cleaner who came twice a week. They didn't hire any other servants, and the maid's room downstairs had never been used.

"Do you think the lady of the house might be hiding something, or doesn't want any outsiders in the house? This house must cost seven or eight million. Where would a woman get so much money? Do you think she might be the mistress of some official or big boss?"

Dongmei became interested after hearing the man's words. "No, I heard she's the owner of a big company."

The man snorted and said, "Do you know where she goes to work every day? Maybe that's just an excuse for her to hide her identity. A single, beautiful woman living in such a nice house, there must be something fishy going on."

"Even if there's something fishy going on, it's none of your business. Even if she's a mistress, it's none of your concern." The man leaned closer to Dongmei and lowered his voice, saying, "Meizi, do you think some men might come here to meet that woman?" Dongmei shook her head and said she had no idea.

"If someone comes here to have a secret rendezvous with the lady of the house, it'll definitely be something clandestine." Dongmei turned to look at the man and slowly asked, "What do you mean by that?" The man whispered something in Dongmei's ear, and Dongmei immediately shook her head and said, "No, that's illegal. If you get caught, you'll go to jail."

"What could possibly happen? I know someone who specializes in secretly filming in hotels. He makes a fortune every time he gets a good shot. This house is so valuable, the lady of the house must be very rich. Her lover is either a high-ranking official or a tycoon. Getting hundreds of thousands wouldn't be a problem. Meizi, think about it, if we can get that kind of money, we can go back and buy a house and get married. How much can you earn here in a month?"

"Hundreds of thousands? If we get caught, we'll be sentenced to many years."

"Don't even talk about whether this woman and her lover dare to call the police. Even if they do, what can they do? If you get the footage, you'll just quit. How will the police know who did it?" Dongmei felt that the man's words made some sense, and with the lure of money, she agreed to the man's plan and asked him how to secretly film. The man said he was going to his friend's place to pick up something that night and would come back the next day.

"You still want to come tomorrow? It's very strict here. If someone finds out, you're finished." "

What's there to be afraid of? Just like today, tell the security guard at the door I'm here to fix a computer. Don't worry, nothing will happen..."

Although Qinghua didn't fully understand Dongmei and the man's plan, he grasped the general idea: the man wanted Dongmei to secretly film the beautiful woman's private moments to blackmail her. Qinghua sneered inwardly. He was just wondering how to get rid of Dongmei, and now this woman had delivered herself to his doorstep. Once their plan began, he would find an opportunity to reveal it to the beautiful woman, and Dongmei would obediently leave.

The next afternoon, Qinghua went to his room for his usual afternoon nap. About half an hour later, he heard noises outside. Qinghua knew the man had come again. The two said something at the bottom of the stairs, and then Dongmei walked towards Qinghua's room. Qinghua quickly went back to bed and pretended to be asleep. Dongmei opened the door, saw Qinghua "sound asleep" on the bed, and then closed the door and left. Qinghua went to the door to listen to the sounds outside. She heard Dongmei say to the man, "That idiot's fast asleep, we can start now."

After a moment, Qinghua opened the door and went out. The beautiful woman's door was open. Qinghua quietly went over and saw a chair on the woman's bed. The man had taken off his shoes and was standing on the chair, tying something smaller than a cell phone to the chandelier. The fancy chandelier was beautiful, with many things on it; if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it.

Qinghua returned to the room and waited for a long time, but Dongmei and the man didn't come out. When she opened the door, she heard the sounds of the two making love coming from the woman's room. Qinghua went to the woman's door and saw Dongmei lying at the foot of the bed, her coat thrown on the bed, her upper garment rolled up by the man, and her bra hanging loosely on her body, her two rather full breasts swaying like inverted bamboo shoots. The man stood behind Dongmei, slapping her buttocks while thrusting his lower body forcefully, saying, "Slut, are you enjoying this?" At this moment, the man's eyes were fixed on the portrait of the beautiful woman on the wall above the bed. The photo was quite sexy, and most men would feel desire upon seeing it. Qinghua knew without guessing that the man was indeed fantasizing about the beautiful woman. Dongmei seemed to have had her fill, her body went limp, and her entire upper body pressed down on the bed. The man pressed down on her, his hands reaching under Dongmei's body, pinching the woman's breasts hard. Dongmei was pinched in pain, letting out a wanton moan, and then biting the sheets.

"What are you doing... be gentle... be careful that idiot hears you." The man was much bolder than yesterday, straddling Dongmei's back and thrusting hard, making Dongmei's buttocks slap loudly. "What are you afraid of? We didn't wake him up in the living room yesterday. Didn't you say he sleeps like a pig, not even a thunderclap would wake him? Besides, he's a simpleton. Even if he saw us, he wouldn't know what we were doing. Maybe a piece of candy would fool him. Hmm... let's say we were playing a horse-riding game, Meizi, what do you say?" The man said, straightening up again, pretending to ride a horse, making horse-riding sounds, and slapping Dongmei's buttocks as he twisted, making Dongmei giggle.

A pair of sluts and idiots! Qinghua suppressed his laughter and went back to his room, afraid that he would burst out laughing if he watched any longer.

In the evening, everything was the same. The beautiful woman didn't take Qinghua to take a bath, but instead ran hot water for him.

Qinghua wanted to tell the beautiful woman that he came on his own, but he swallowed the words. Thinking of the beautiful woman's smooth little hands touching his penis, Qinghua felt another surge of desire. Since he was now an idiot, he had to act convincingly. As the beautiful woman pulled back his foreskin as if she were bathing him, Qinghua suddenly recalled the sexy photos hanging above her bed. A surge of heat rushed to his lower body, but before he could even get an erection, the woman released him. Qinghua was quite disappointed; he had hoped her small hands would caress his fully erect penis—that feeling was far more pleasurable than masturbation.

The beautiful woman, after bathing, came to Qinghua's room to tell him a story. She had changed into a cotton nightgown, still wearing a cardigan, and her bare legs were tucked under Qinghua's thin blanket. Qinghua leaned against her chest, vaguely feeling the softness of her breasts. He couldn't help but think of Dongmei and that man during the day; all he could see was Dongmei's breasts swaying on the bed.

What would the beautiful woman look like lying on the bed like that? She would surely be a hundred times more alluring than Dongmei! The image of the beautiful woman lying on the bed involuntarily appeared in Qinghua's mind. Those swaying breasts must be even fuller and more alluring, and those pert buttocks even whiter. What if he were lying behind that beautiful woman again? Qinghua found himself hardening again.

Qinghua wasn't a virgin, but his sexual experience was pitifully limited. His only "girlfriend" was his sister's classmate, back in the summer after his first year of high school—seven years ago. Although Qinghua remembered his sister's classmate, he knew she wasn't even his first love. Since then, Qinghua hadn't dated anyone; his longing for women remained almost entirely in those youthful years of innocence. Now, half-lying in the arms of that beautiful woman, how could Qinghua not feel a surge of desire?

Qinghua was debating whether to tell the beautiful woman about the camera Dongmei had installed above her bed. What did the beautiful woman do at night? Qinghua was curious; should he just peek for a night? Qinghua had heard the man say that the camera above the beautiful woman's bed could work for fifteen hours, and Dongmei would change it every afternoon, so he could film her all night. Qinghua remembered the man watching the beautiful woman's photos while having sex with Dongmei during the day. The beautiful woman was single; wouldn't she masturbate at night? Qinghua thought that tomorrow was the weekend, and the beautiful woman was very likely to do something private tonight. Dongmei wouldn't be coming tomorrow, so he could peek for a night. At this moment, the beautiful woman was still beside Qinghua telling him stories. Qinghua felt a little guilty; the beautiful woman was so kind to him, yet he was thinking of spying on her. Qinghua wanted to tell the beautiful woman immediately, but when he thought of her alluring body, he held back. Just one night, just one night! The beautiful woman was just the mother of the mentally challenged child, not his; what harm was there in him spying for one night? Qinghua, inhaling the beautiful woman's delicate fragrance, pretended to fall asleep again.

Seeing Qinghua asleep, the woman kissed him on the cheek and slowly left the room. Qinghua sat up in bed, savoring the woman's scent; it was so wonderful to him. Leaning against the headboard, he soon heard sounds on the stairs. At first, he didn't pay attention, assuming the woman was going downstairs to get something. But after a while, the sounds coming up the stairs became heavier—the footsteps of two people. Qinghua was startled; who would come so late? He couldn't help but recall what the man had said to Dongmei yesterday. Could the woman really be the mistress of some wealthy man?

Qinghua pressed his ear to the door, listening to the conversation outside. The woman and the newcomer sat in the living room, talking softly. Qinghua couldn't make out what they were saying, but he was certain the newcomer was a middle-aged man.

After a long while, their voices grew softer and softer. Qinghua guessed they were no longer paying attention to him, so he gently opened the door. A series of moans mixed with low, labored breathing immediately drifted in. Qinghua peeked out into the living room, and the scene there stunned him.

The living room was dimly lit, and the beautiful woman was kneeling on the sofa with her legs spread wide. Her back was to Qinghua, and the cardigan she had been wearing had been removed and tossed aside. Her nightgown was lifted by the man's large hands, revealing half of her white buttocks. Those two large hands were kneading and squeezing her buttocks, and the woman's body rose and fell gently with the man's rhythm, her moans coming out intermittently. Her

graceful figure was now incredibly alluring, making the man beneath her lose himself in the moment. The middle-aged man's head was completely buried in the woman's chest, like a greedy hunting dog buried deep in its prey's belly.

Seeing this scene, Qinghua couldn't help but think of what the stranger had said to Dongmei. So she really did have a lover. The beautiful woman was in her early thirties, the prime of her life, so having a lover was perfectly normal. But seeing this, Qinghua felt a pang of disappointment. She really did have a lover! Although Qinghua had only known the beautiful woman for two or three days, her gentle, kind, noble, and elegant image was deeply imprinted in Qinghua's heart. Now, the sudden appearance of a lover made Qinghua feel uneasy.

"Ah..." The beautiful woman's moans grew louder. Qinghua looked at her and saw the man's large hand forcefully pinching her buttocks, her white flesh bulging from between his fingers like a balloon about to burst. The beautiful woman's long legs tensed, her knees sinking deep into the dark green sofa due to the force. Her fair skin and the dark green sofa complemented each other perfectly, like a masterpiece of jade carving.

The beautiful woman lowered her head, gently kissing the man's forehead, her hands lightly stroking his hair. Qinghua witnessed the beautiful woman's tenderness again, but this time it wasn't towards him, but towards a strange middle-aged man. The middle-aged man held the beautiful woman's sexy buttocks, feeling the tightness, writhing, and lubrication of her vagina. He lowered his head, rubbing his face against her chest, "Xiaolan, you're the best, I've been waiting for so long!" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Qinghua learned that the beautiful woman's name was Xiaolan.

Perhaps because the beautiful woman's buttocks were so round and full, her vulva appeared to be deeply buried between her legs. Due to the angle, Qinghua couldn't see the beautiful woman's vagina, but he knew it must be beautiful, and the middle-aged man's penis was currently deeply erect inside her.

Perhaps the man's grip was too strong, the beautiful woman seemed unable to bear it, trying to get up and escape, her tense body arching upwards, even her head tilting back slightly. In that instant, Qinghua saw the middle-aged man's penis protrude most of its way from the beautiful woman's vagina. Then, the woman suddenly sat down, blurring the point of contact, and the middle-aged man let out a joyful moan. Qinghua felt a surge of heat throughout his body; his own penis, which had been inside his underwear, stood erect uncontrollably. He couldn't resist touching it through his pants; it was hard, like a springboard, and would rise even higher with a slight pressure.

Looking at the beautiful woman again, he saw her hands—the same hands that had once touched Qinghua's penis while he bathed her—pressing firmly on the middle-aged man's shoulders, her tense body heaving faster and faster. The man's hands left the woman's buttocks and slipped inside her nightgown. The nightgown fell, covering her buttocks and the point where their genitals met, but their movements became even more intense. Although Qinghua couldn't see their genitals, he could sense it from the changes in their bodies. Qinghua could even feel the middle-aged man's large hand caressing the beautiful woman's smooth back inside her nightgown, as if it were his own touch.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman reached up and pulled out the hairpin from her hair, her jet-black hair cascading down like a black waterfall.

The two writhed wildly, panting. "Xiaolan, hurry, I'm coming!" the man called out in a low voice. Qinghua noticed the man's voice was somewhat suppressed, as if he was deliberately controlling himself. Qinghua knew the man was worried about something, perhaps about her, his "sleeping" mentally challenged son.

"Mmm... Dad, I'm coming too!" The beautiful woman writhed wildly, her beautiful head held high, the swaying of her head tearing the waterfall of black hair to shreds.

Dad? Qinghua's mind went blank. Could it be that the beautiful woman's lover was her father? Qinghua remembered what the strange man had told Dongmei—that the beautiful woman had a secret she couldn't reveal. Qinghua took a deep breath. If the beautiful woman's lover was her father, it was definitely a shameful secret. Dad? Was the beautiful woman really committing incest? Or was she just playing a role-playing game? Many lovers enjoy this kind of game nowadays, calling out "Dad" and "Mom" during sex—it's very exciting. However, Qinghua still felt that the beautiful woman was committing incest with her father, because his current identity was that of a former mentally challenged person. Of course, this wasn't absolute; Qinghua couldn't be completely certain yet. Qinghua

leaned against the wall. The living room had quieted down; clearly, the beautiful woman and the middle-aged man had finished.

Qinghua peeked out again and saw that the beautiful woman had gotten off the middle-aged man, but she was still leaning against him, her body turned to the side. The middle-aged man's head was down, and Qinghua couldn't see what he looked like. Oh well, what did it matter what he looked like? If that middle-aged man really was the beautiful woman's father, she would meet him eventually.

Qinghua wanted to go back to her room, but she was drawn in by their conversation. The middle-aged man said to the beautiful woman, "Xiao Lan, you're the best. Only with you can I completely relax. I can only confide everything to you." The beautiful woman seemed unmoved by the man's affection, scoffing, "How many times a month do you come to see me and Xiao Long? I know you've lost faith in Xiao Long, but I still have it. Your mind is probably all on that vixen now."

Hearing this, Qinghua was certain that the mentally challenged child he was currently possessing was the beautiful woman's and the middle-aged man's son. Thinking of the beautiful woman's noble and elegant demeanor, her gentle and charming manner, Qinghua felt a pang of regret. Such a beauty would commit such incestuous acts, and she was now his mother. But what did it matter to him whether they were father and daughter? Strictly speaking, he had no relation to the beautiful woman now, merely possessing the body of her mentally challenged child. For some reason, Qinghua didn't feel much contempt for the beautiful woman; perhaps her image in his mind had been too positive these past few days, making him unconsciously want to protect her.

The middle-aged man chuckled awkwardly and said, "I'm this old now, what energy do I have left? Besides, she's just a facade. If it weren't for her, people would question my life. I can't come here often, it's out of necessity."

"Out of necessity? Don't think I don't know, you have more than one woman outside."

"Xiao Lan, you're wronging me. I admit there are some issues with women, but not serious. To put it bluntly, some of the lower-level officials have far more women around them than I do."

"Then why do you still come here?"

"Xiao Lan, didn't I tell you? There are some things I can only tell you. Lately, I feel the pressure around me increasing, making me feel powerless." "

If that's the case, you might as well retire sooner rather than later. Our current money is more than enough to live on for the rest of our lives." "

No, I'm not willing to accept that. I won't let myself lose to someone else. He wants to get rid of me? Not so easy."

The beautiful woman was somewhat surprised and asked the middle-aged man who wanted to get rid of him. The middle-aged man said that before the Lunar New Year, the president of XX Bank had absconded with funds, which put him under a lot of pressure. The beautiful woman was puzzled; banks are relatively independent institutions, so what did it have to do with him? The man smiled and said, "It's not about the bank president absconding with funds. Although it has some impact on me, it's not a big deal. You know I'm currently vigorously promoting urbanization across the province, especially in the provincial capital, which involves a lot of investment and loan matters." "

Is the bank now tightening its lending because of that president's affair? It's only a little over 100 million yuan, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?" The beautiful woman had also heard about this. The bank president's absconding with funds hadn't been publicly announced, and she had only heard some inside information. She felt it had nothing to do with her and didn't ask the man what was going on.

"One hundred million?" The middle-aged man chuckled. "That's a rumor. Although it wasn't officially announced, word eventually got out. They were afraid the rumors would spread too much and cause negative consequences, so they simply released the news that the bank manager only absconded with one hundred million."

The beautiful woman also realized that things weren't as simple as she thought; at least, the bank manager's affair wasn't just about one hundred million. Seeing the woman's surprised expression, the middle-aged man continued, "After May of last year, several companies applied for loans from that bank. They used various methods to falsify or repeatedly use assets as collateral, obtaining loans totaling 2.5 billion. However, the actual funds received by these companies were less than 600 million; nearly 2 billion is unaccounted for." Hearing this, not only Qinghua, who was eavesdropping, but even the worldly-wise woman's eyes widened. Two billion—what an enormous appetite!

The middle-aged man then told the beautiful woman that because of this matter, loan regulations were now very strict. Many companies were involved in his urbanization project, and many of them relied on bank loans to survive. Now that the banks were tightening their control, those companies were also struggling. The beautiful woman understood the implications. Of the companies the middle-aged man mentioned, few were truly financially strong; most were simply using borrowed funds. Without bank loans, they would certainly be in dire straits. If her own company hadn't accumulated capital early, it would likely be in the same situation.

"This isn't your fault," the beautiful woman asked the man beside her. "Such a big thing, could it really have been orchestrated by that Zhang guy?" Clearly, a bank branch manager couldn't have pulled off such a massive case. The middle-aged man shook his head, saying the branch manager had already fled, and nobody knew who was behind it. "It won't be so easy for that Zhang guy to get me. I've been operating here for ten years; I won't be defeated so easily."

"How do you know that Zhang guy is after you?" the beautiful woman asked, seeing the man's certainty, if he had discovered anything. "A few days ago, I went to the Maple Leaf Hotel. Some guy tried to take pictures of me. He used very professional equipment, and he's a retired soldier. If I hadn't arrived a minute early that day, I would have been finished." The middle-aged man said, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Dad! Xiao Lan! Fang Daming! So the beautiful woman was Fang Daming's daughter, Fang Lan, and he was currently at the Lakeside Villa. No wonder the man's voice sounded familiar; it was Fang Daming. Qinghua had only heard Fang Daming speak on television, and the voice was slightly different from the real person, so Qinghua didn't recognize him at first. It wasn't until the middle-aged man mentioned the Maple Leaf Hotel that he realized who the middle-aged man in the living room was. The feeling was no less than when he was reborn into this mentally challenged child a few days ago. The middle-aged man in the living room was actually Fang Daming, the enemy who killed his sister. What should he do? Just rush out and kill Fang Daming? Whether he could even kill him was still a question, and after killing him, would he spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital? Having died once, Qinghua wasn't so impulsive. He clenched his fists and leaned against the wall. No wonder this Xiaolong is mentally challenged; he's the illegitimate child of Fang Daming and their daughter Fang Lan.

A pair of adulterers! The gentle and dignified beauty in Qinghua's eyes instantly transformed into a shameless harlot.

Qinghua peeked out again to check the living room. Fang Lan and Fang Daming were sitting on the sofa, Fang Lan leaning against Fang Daming, who was stroking her shoulder, looking like a loving father.

Qinghua remembered the camera Dongmei and her husband had installed in Fang Lan's room. What would happen if they caught Fang Daming and their daughter having an affair? Qinghua sighed inwardly. Fang Daming was lucky; tonight he was having an affair with his daughter in the living room. Dongmei and her husband probably hadn't expected it. Should she keep the camera in Fang Lan's room to secretly film them? Fang Daming didn't come to the Lakeside Villa often; who knew when they'd get the footage? Besides, what would happen to Fang Daming and Fang Lan if something happened to them? He's Fang Lan's son now, supported by her. Qinghua remembered what Zhao Ting had told him: Fang Daming had rivals of his caliber, and the Zhang that Fang Daming mentioned was one of them. Should he secretly take pictures and send them to that Zhang? No, now that he's so close to Fang Daming, he has to take revenge himself and destroy everything that belongs to Fang Daming!

Qinghua looked at Fang Lan lying in Fang Daming's arms, a greedy glint in his eyes. You slut, don't you like being wanton? I'll make you even more wanton! Fang Daming, you like to play with other men's wives, I'm going to fuck your woman hard and avenge my sister!

Qinghua didn't know much about Fang Daming, only that Fang Lan was his daughter from his ex-wife. He had met Fang Daming's current wife when he was following him, and she certainly lived up to Fang Lan's description of her—a vixen! Qinghua didn't think his thoughts were despicable; he was just seeking revenge for his sister. Just like when he secretly photographed Fang Daming, it was for revenge, not for extortion like Dongmei and her man did. Therefore, he was righteous, and it was justified.

Qinghua thought of Fang Lan's smooth fingers stroking his body as he slowly retreated into the room. He knew that Fang Daming would leave soon, and Fang Lan would come to his room to see him before going to sleep. Qinghua would wait for Fang Lan in his room, waiting for that beautiful woman who was once noble and dignified in his heart, but was now seen as lewd and wanton!

In the living room, Fang Lan told Fang Daming that if he felt tired and stressed, he shouldn't compete with the man surnamed Zhang anymore. He should let the man become the Party Secretary, and he could serve another term as Governor and then retire peacefully. Fang Daming shook his head, saying that it wasn't that simple. The man surnamed Zhang was several years younger than him and was only the Deputy Party Secretary. If the man surnamed Zhang became the Governor, he wouldn't be able to become Governor either. The higher-ups would definitely arrange a sinecure for him and send someone to partner with the man surnamed Zhang. Fang Lan looked at Fang Daming without speaking further. She understood his meaning. Although her company hadn't directly benefited from Fang Daming's influence, she hadn't accumulated so much wealth over the years without his power. If Fang Daming could advance further, it would be very important to her. With someone else in his position, she might be able to openly take on some sensitive projects, but it wouldn't bring as much benefit as Fang Daming's behind-the-scenes influence.

The two sat quietly in the living room for a while. Fang Daming asked a few questions about Fang Yulong. Fang Lan said her son had improved recently and was talking more than before. Fang Daming didn't say anything more, assuming it was just Fang Lan's perception. Fang Daming got up to leave, and Fang Lan didn't stop him. Fang Daming turned back and said, "Xiao Lan, take good care of yourself. I'll come to see you often."

Fang Lan looked somewhat resentful and said to Fang Damin, "How much energy do you have left? I'm afraid you'll have to save it for that vixen and take care of those wildflowers outside. You won't have time to come here. You should mind your own business and be careful someone doesn't try to take pictures of you again. You won't always be so lucky. I have Xiaolong with me, so you don't need to worry." Fang Damin gave a wry smile and went downstairs.

Fang Lan was very clean, and after Fang Damin left, she went back to her room to wash herself. Afterwards, she went to Qinghua's room as usual...

Chapter 03

Lakeside Villa Area is located at the foot of the western mountain of Jinhua Mountain. There is a gentle hillside about ten meters high, with a small lake of several acres at the bottom. Because there are many camphor trees on the lakeside, the nearby residents call it Camphor Forest Lake. The developer dug several small lakes on the hillside and built a villa community, named Camphor Forest Villa. The name was given after the completion of the project; the name Lakeside Villa had been used ever since.

Although both the Lakeside Villa and the Maple Leaf Hotel are near Jinhua Mountain, they are seven or eight kilometers apart. Qinghua couldn't understand how his soul had ended up in this mentally challenged boy's body. Was it truly fate, that he was destined to avenge his sister? Thinking of Fang Lan's body now, Qinghua felt no guilt whatsoever. He wanted to use his vengeful penis to pierce Fang Lan's wanton body!

The door opened, and a sliver of light followed Fang Lan's shadow into Qinghua's room, allowing her to see him sitting on the bed. Fang Lan was startled. She had only wanted to see her son before bed, but instead, he was sitting shirtless on the bed. "Baby, what's wrong?" Fang Lan quickly went to Qinghua's bedside and wrapped him in the blanket. With a "click," Fang Lan turned on the bedside lamp, and saw Qinghua staring straight at her.

"My baby, what's wrong? Don't scare Mommy. Tell Mommy, did Mommy and Grandpa's talking disturb you?" Fang Lan hugged Qinghua.

Mommy? Grandpa? Qinghua sneered inwardly. Although he felt some contempt for Fang Lan at this moment, her embrace softened his heart. The delicate fragrance emanating from Fang Lan intoxicated him. Looking at her, the beautiful woman had once again styled her long hair, appearing as elegant and refined as ever. She had changed her cotton nightgown into a coffee-colored silk one, adorned with beautiful patterns, looking both sophisticated and sexy.

Qinghua leaned against Fang Lan, his arm pressed against her chest, giving him a strange pleasure. He had never felt this way before, not even when Fang Lan bathed him, not even when she washed his penis. Back then, Fang Lan was a mother to him, a dignified and noble woman. Now, however, she was prey, a wanton and vile slut.

Seeing Qinghua remain silent for so long, Fang Lan gently pushed him away. Qinghua simply stared at her. Although her son had looked at her like that before, Fang Lan sensed something was amiss, feeling that her son was different than before. “Sweetheart, you have something to tell Mommy, right?” Fang Lan held Qinghua’s shoulders, gazing at him with gentle eyes. The beautiful woman’s eyes were so kind at that moment; the radiance of maternal love gave Qinghua a sense of sacred inviolability.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Qinghua didn’t dare meet the beautiful woman’s gaze. He lowered his gaze, landing on Fang Lan’s chest. Fang Lan’s nightgown was very sexy, revealing most of her full breasts, the cleavage enough to ignite any man’s desire. What a beautiful and sexy prey! Qinghua tried his best to control himself, remaining silent for a moment before looking up into the beautiful woman’s eyes and saying, “Mommy, I want to play horseback riding.” Qinghua spoke slowly and without much inflection, but he looked at Fang Lan with expectant eyes. Qinghua knew that Fang Lan loved her simple-minded son very much, and if she could do it, she would definitely agree. He would take full advantage of this.

"A horse-riding game?" Fang Lan assumed Qinghua was referring to a children's game with their parents, so she said to him, "Sweetie, you're too big for that now. You can't play horse-riding games with Mommy anymore, and besides, Mommy can't carry you."

Qinghua didn't speak, still looking at Fang Lan. Seeing Qinghua staring at her without saying anything, Fang Lan said again, "Sweetie, how about Mommy tells you another story?" Qinghua shook his head and suddenly said, "Mommy can play horse-riding games with Grandpa, why can't I play with you? Does Mommy not like me anymore?" Fang Lan was stunned. She understood what her son was saying. Her son must have seen what she and Fang Daming were doing in the living room, and he thought it was a horse-riding game.

Fang Lan looked at Qinghua. Her son had grown up; he was no longer the little kid he used to be. Logically, her son's sexual development was complete, and he should have that kind of instinct. Fang Lan looked at Qinghua, feeling a little strange. My silly child, do you even know what a horse-riding game is?

Seeing that Fang Lan didn't speak, Qinghua also remained silent, only looking at her with expectant eyes. Since Fang Lan could have an affair with Fang Daming, she wouldn't be opposed to incest. Even if Fang Lan didn't agree now, he only needed to play dumb and persistently pester her to play the "horse riding game," and Fang Lan would eventually agree. Fang Lan also looked at Qinghua, and neither of them spoke, just staring at each other. Qinghua was like a silent hunter, waiting for his prey to take the bait, while Fang Lan hesitated about whether to play the "horse riding game" with her son.

They were silent for two or three minutes before Fang Lan finally spoke: "Baby, do you know how to play the horse riding game?" Hearing Fang Lan ask this, Qinghua knew that Fang Lan had agreed, which was all within his expectations. However, Qinghua didn't expect Fang Lan's hesitation to be so short. What a slut! Qinghua thought to himself. He didn't answer Fang Lan's question because even he was a little embarrassed to express his thoughts. Besides, with his current ability to express himself, he couldn't explain what the "horse riding game" was all about. Qinghua naturally couldn't know everything, so he simply pounced on Fang Lan, hugged her, buried his face in her chest, and rubbed against her.

Fang Lan's skin was very delicate, especially her chest area. When Qinghua's chin brushed against it, it made Fang Lan feel both itchy and painful. Fang Lan pushed Qinghua away, gently stroking his chin, and then giggled, "My darling has grown a beard." Hearing Fang Lan's words, Qinghua also touched his own chin; he did have a beard. Qinghua then touched Fang Lan's chin and asked, "Mommy, why don't you have a beard?" As he asked this, Qinghua felt incredibly shameless; if he were to participate in a performance, he was sure to win an award.

Fang Lan giggled again, "Because Mommy is a woman, and women don't grow beards. Darling is a man now, and only men grow beards."

"Oh," Qinghua cooperated with Fang Lan, showing a look of half-understanding. Fang Lan leaned closer to Qinghua, her fragrant breath brushing against his face. Qinghua's breathing became heavy, but he still tried his best to control himself, feigning a strong desire for intimacy but not knowing how to act on it.

Fang Lan smiled slightly at Qinghua's expression. She reached out and pulled down his underwear. Qinghua had been rubbing against Fang Lan, and his penis was already engorged and erect. With his underwear pulled down, the bulging veins on his penis were revealed, like an arrow embedded deep in a tree trunk. After a few swaying motions, it stood erect. Fang Lan was very familiar with Qinghua's penis, but seeing it now made her blush. The reason she blushed was because her son, who hadn't understood anything before, was now pestering her to play a horse-riding game.

Fang Lan placed her hand on Qinghua's penis and gently stroked it a few times. It was so hard, like bone. Fang Lan couldn't help but think of the time she had masturbated in the room after bathing her son. She hadn't expected that only two days later, her son would understand these things.

"Baby, does it feel good when Mommy touches your penis like this?" Qinghua nodded. Fang Lan asked again if he wanted to play the horse-riding game, and Qinghua nodded again. Fang Lan released Qinghua's penis, shifted her buttocks back slightly, and reached into her nightgown to pull down her black panties. Qinghua stared at the beautiful woman's buttocks. As she reached in, she lifted her skirt, revealing a glimpse of her underwear, which was quickly covered by the skirt. Watching the pretty panties emerge from the woman's nightgown, Qinghua felt a tingling sensation, and his erect penis trembled involuntarily.

Fang Lan then removed the hairpin from her hair, letting her long hair fall freely. She gently shook her head, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek, and combined with her seductive eyes, she exuded an indescribable wantonness and allure. "Vixen!" Qinghua cursed inwardly, while his penis throbbed painfully.

“Baby, come here, Mommy will teach you how to ride a horse.” Fang Lan lay down on the bed and pulled Qinghua onto her. Fang Lan’s nightgown was very smooth, and Qinghua felt very comfortable lying on it. Fang Lan felt a strange tremor in her heart as Qinghua pressed down on her, because that feeling was very familiar to her, and she would never forget it. Fang Lan bent her legs, trying to open her vulva as much as possible, and held Qinghua’s penis with one hand, gently rubbing the smooth glans against her labia. At this moment, Qinghua didn’t know whether Fang Lan was his prey or he had become Fang Lan’s prey. Slut! Whore! She’s really lewd enough, even seducing her own son! Qinghua cursed in his heart, but he also enjoyed the pleasure brought by the friction of their genitals.

My silly child, from today onwards, you are a man, and let Mommy teach you how to be a man. As long as you get better, Mommy is willing to do anything for you. Fang Lan touched Qinghua's penis, which was many times harder than Fang Daming's, who was over fifty. Even the glans was much larger than Fang Daming's. It rubbed against Fang Lan's vagina, which was already soaked with lustful fluids. "Baby, my good son, you can start riding horses by inserting your penis into Mommy's vagina." As Fang Lan spoke, she touched Qinghua's penis, letting most of the glans slide into her vagina.

Qinghua had been waiting for this moment. He grabbed Fang Lan's armpits and thrust his hips forward, his painfully hard penis plunging into the beautiful woman's vagina. Ah, so good! The physical pleasure and the pleasure of revenge intertwined, and Qinghua instinctively began to thrust in and out of the beautiful woman's vagina.

"Ah!" The beautiful woman let out a groan of pleasure the moment Qinghua entered, then tightly hugged Qinghua's back, and at this moment Qinghua began to thrust. The beautiful woman's tight vagina gripped Qinghua intensely, a sensation he had almost forgotten. Penetrating her now felt almost identical to his first time inside a woman. Her soft, slippery vagina enveloped his penis, making him want to thrust even deeper.

Although Fang Lan knew the size and shape of her son's penis well, she had no practical experience, and Qinghua's strength was far beyond Fang Daming's. Each time, Qinghua thrust in forcefully, his glans slamming against her cervix, sending Fang Lan into a throbbing, painful sensation. She moaned continuously, her hands clinging tightly to Qinghua, trying to ease his pain. "Baby...good son...slow down...Mommy won't run...I'll stay here..."

You slut! I'll fuck you to death, you slut! I should thank you and Fang Daming for giving me such a powerful endowment! Hearing Fang Lan's moans and cries, Qinghua knew she couldn't take his large penis any longer, which fueled his excitement. He slipped his hands under Fang Lan's armpits, gripped the beautiful woman's shoulders tightly, and thrust downwards with his buttocks raised. This time, the force was even greater than before. Fang Lan, held by Qinghua's shoulders, couldn't twist her body and could only forcefully let Qinghua's glans slam into the depths of her vagina. Qinghua felt as if his glans was being pressed against something soft yet hard, a strange yet incredibly pleasurable sensation, and he thrust in and out several more times.

Qinghua's thrusts hit Fang Lan's cervix, as if trying to force it open. Fang Lan, naturally unable to bear it, hugged Qinghua's body with all her might, moaning, "Good baby... good son... be gentle... you're going to break Mommy... if you break her... Mommy won't be able to play horseback riding with you anymore..."

The silk nightgown was of excellent quality, and Qinghua, pressed against it, could fully feel Fang Lan's soft breasts. The silk nightgown made the friction even more smooth. Qinghua, held tightly by Fang Lan, still had his hands gripping the beautiful woman's shoulders, but he couldn't thrust his hips into her vagina as forcefully as before. So he began to writhe on top of the beautiful woman.

Qinghua was slightly lighter than the somewhat overweight Fang Daming, but the feeling he gave Fang Lan was completely different—full of strength and vitality. Besides, Fang Daming was her father, and Qinghua was her son. Fang Daming gave her a sense of security, while Qinghua gave her a maternal instinct, allowing her to experience maternal satisfaction. Fang Lan held Qinghua's body, guiding him to become familiar with her body.

“Good son, good baby… ah… just wiggle your ass like that… use your cock to pound Mommy’s little hole…” Fang Lan’s hands were wrapped around Qinghua’s neck, and she was moaning lewdly as she spoke.

Little hole! I’ll fuck your cunt to death! Despite cursing in his heart, Qinghua, like Fang Lan, was getting into the mood. At this moment, Qinghua felt the beauty of Fang Lan’s vagina. The beautiful woman’s vagina would writhe with his movements. Although the writhing was slow, it could fully stimulate his penis. Qinghua wiggled his ass, and his penis pounded wildly inside the beautiful woman’s body.

“Ah…” Fang Lan moaned and cried out with Qinghua’s movements. In the huge villa, there were only the mother and son. Fang Lan was completely relaxed. The feeling was so good. Before, when she made love with Fang Daming, Fang Lan was afraid of disturbing her son, so she never dared to shout loudly. This time, she could finally experience this kind of unbridled pleasure. Fang Lan's moans echoed through the villa, giving Qinghua a new understanding of her. Perhaps this was Fang Lan's true nature—noble yet wanton, dignified yet unrestrained.

Their body temperatures rose with their intense lovemaking. Qinghua pressed tightly against Fang Lan, his sweat almost soaking the beautiful woman's nightgown. At this moment, Fang Lan's hands loosened their grip on Qinghua, and he straightened up, letting her hot body breathe and cool off. Fang Lan looked at Qinghua, and Qinghua looked back at Fang Lan, his hands gripping the beautiful woman's knees tightly, his glistening penis continuing to thrust in and out of her vagina. This was the first time Qinghua had seen Fang Lan's vagina, and his penis was still inside her. The pink flesh was faintly visible under his thrusts, making Qinghua's blood boil. He gripped the woman's knees tightly, his penis ramming wildly and without rhythm or method in her vagina. The more this happened, the more comfortable Fang Lan felt.

Qinghua didn't know why he hadn't ejaculated for so long. Logically, this mentally challenged boy was definitely doing it for the first time and shouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes. But then he thought, Fang Yulong wasn't around anymore; it was him controlling the mentally challenged boy's body, and whether he ejaculated or not depended on his feelings. Had he become more skilled? Qinghua thought it was possible. Since returning home and hearing the news of his sister's death, he hadn't masturbated for several months, and his body had accumulated too much desire.

Fang Lan even hooked her legs around Qinghua's waist. She felt that although her son was mentally challenged, he was innately skilled at this kind of thing. The first time he fucked her, he made her feel so good; it was amazing. Was this what they called instinct? The "splish-splish" sounds of thrusting made Fang Lan a little embarrassed. She had never imagined such a scene. She was actually being fucked so hard by her mentally challenged son that she was dizzy and wet. Fang Lan could feel her vagina was full of vaginal fluid; she had never been so wet before. Her son's penis was still thrusting vigorously, showing no sign of ejaculation. What was going on? Everyone said that men couldn't last more than a few minutes the first time, was her silly son exceptionally so?

"Ah...like that, good baby...just keep pounding Mommy there..." Fang Lan felt a tingling sensation in her vagina, knowing she was about to climax, and told Qinghua to thrust harder. Qinghua stopped, saying to Fang Lan, "Mommy, I want to pat your butt, you pat your butt when riding a horse."

"Hmm? Pat my butt, baby, how do you want to pat Mommy's butt?" Fang Lan sat up, hugging Qinghua's body and actively welcoming him, her soft breasts pressing against Qinghua's chest through her nightgown. Qinghua almost wanted to tear the nightgown off. So tempting! Qinghua paused for a moment, trying to calm himself down, before saying to the beautiful woman, "Mom, you lie on the bed like a little puppy." Qinghua imagined Fang Lan moaning under his slaps, her snow-white buttocks turning bright red; it must feel amazing. Fang Lan understood Qinghua's meaning; her son wanted her to lie on the bed so he could fuck her from behind. But

it

was his first time fucking a woman; would he know how? Fang Lan stopped, placing her hands on Qinghua's shoulders and saying, "Good baby, good son, isn't this horse-riding game comfortable?"

"Mommy, you have to slap my butt when you ride a horse." Qinghua imagined the beautiful woman's plump, white buttocks, imagining how pleasurable it would be! Fang Lan was helpless. Perhaps her son still didn't understand what he was doing, thinking she was really riding a horse. Those damned TV shows, they could be showing TV, but why did they have to whip the horse's buttocks when riding a horse? Fang Lan stepped back, her vagina making a "plop" sound as it spat out the penis inside. Fang Lan glanced at it and saw that her son's penis was glistening with her vaginal fluid. Fang Lan turned around and lay on the bed, then said to Qinghua, "Baby, come ride a horse and slap Mommy's butt!"

Fang Lan's buttocks were sticking out, her vagina completely exposed to Qinghua's eyes. Looking at Fang Lan's vulva from behind, Qinghua thought of a very philosophical saying. Anything viewed from different angles can reveal different scenes. Fang Lan's vulva was now like this, her plump labia like two thick petals, blooming with morning dew. The pink flesh was like a hidden flower stamen, only opening after being nourished by rain. Fang Lan's buttocks were extremely white, and the skin around her anus wasn't dark either, just a light coffee color. Her anus resembled a tender flower bud, small and delicate.

Qinghua hadn't expected Fang Lan's anus to be so exquisite, and couldn't resist reaching out to pinch it. Fang Lan was startled and quickly twisted her buttocks, blocking Qinghua's attack with her hand. "Baby, not there, you've got it wrong, it's down there, down there is where we play horsey." As Fang Lan spoke, she slipped her hand between her legs, grabbed Qinghua's penis, and shoved it into her vagina. Once her son's penis was inside her vagina, he naturally wouldn't touch her anus.

Qinghua didn't linger on Fang Lan's anus; he was now eager to fuck her vagina. Following Fang Lan's hand movements, he inserted his penis into the beautiful woman's vagina. Qinghua's hands caressed Fang Lan's buttocks; the woman's buttocks were white and smooth, very comfortable to touch, and Qinghua almost couldn't bear to. "You slut! Now let this young master teach you a lesson!" Qinghua raised his hand, "Slap!" A crisp slapping sound. "Ah!" Then came Fang Lan's groan. Both sounds were loud, one clear and one hoarse.

"Good baby, good son, slap gently." Her son's penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, and her buttocks felt hot and burning. Fang Lan was somewhat numb, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain. Qinghua didn't stop, mimicking the strange man from earlier in the day, making a "giddy-up" horse-riding sound, while his hands continued to slap. The sound of slapping, accompanied by bursts of heat, traveled from the beautiful woman's buttocks to her brain. Coupled with Qinghua's writhing hips, Fang Lan could barely speak. "No...baby...slap me gently...ah..."

Fortunately, Fang Lan's buttocks were fleshy, so even the loudest slaps wouldn't hurt her. Qinghua slapped several times, turning Fang Lan's buttocks bright red. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed Fang Lan, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse onto the bed. Her two jade-like legs parted, revealing a vulva with flowing fluids. Her red buttocks were pert and raised, as if saying to Qinghua, "Come on, come and press me down!" Before Fang Lan could speak, Qinghua climbed on top of her. He finally took the initiative, acting on his instincts.

Fang Lan gripped the sheets tightly, her body motionless. She had no strength left to move, and could only let her son press down on her, his hard penis thrusting inside her. Two or three minutes later, Qinghua finally ejaculated, the gushing semen making Fang Lan tremble all over. So beautiful! So amazing!

Fang Lan pulled the blanket over their bodies, while Qinghua remained on top of her. The beautiful woman's buttocks were incredibly soft and comfortable, and Qinghua didn't want to move. Fang Lan didn't want to move either; she hadn't recovered yet. Although Qinghua's weight made it a little hard to breathe, she didn't want him to get off. After some time, Fang Lan asked Qinghua, "Baby, have you peed?"

Qinghua was startled, then realized Fang Lan was asking if he had ejaculated. "Yes, Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." Qinghua's half-erect penis was still inside Fang Lan's vagina. He was like a child clinging to his mother's back, rubbing his face against her cheek, like a child who had done something wrong begging for forgiveness in his mother's arms.

“It’s okay, Mommy peed too. Baby, come lie next to Mommy and let Mommy hold you.” Hearing Fang Lan’s words, Qinghua moved from her back to her side. Fang Lan turned to her side, and Qinghua snuggled up to her. Qinghua acted like a child, so he was half a head shorter than Fang Lan, his chin resting on Fang Lan’s soft breast. Fang Lan, of course, didn’t expect Qinghua to do this on purpose. She hugged Qinghua and asked, “Baby, how did you come up with the idea of playing horseback riding?” Fang Lan felt that even if her son had seen her and Fang Daming’s posture in the living room, he wouldn’t have thought of riding horses.

“I saw Sister Mei and Uncle playing.” Fang Lan’s question was exactly what Qinghua wanted. Qinghua hadn’t known how to tell Fang Lan about Dongmei, but Fang Lan herself had asked about it.

“Uncle? Who is that? Baby, have you seen that uncle before?” Fang Lan had invited Dongmei to look after her son, and she absolutely wouldn’t allow her to bring any outsiders. Qinghua shook his head in Fang Lan’s arms, his chin rubbing against Fang Lan’s breast, making Fang Lan ticklish.

"Sweetie, did you tell Sister Mei about horseback riding?"

"No, Sister Mei is so fierce, I'm afraid to talk to her." Hearing Qinghua's words, Fang Lan roughly understood how Dongmei usually took care of her son, and she had already dismissed Dongmei in her heart.

"Sweetie, how did you see Dongmei and that uncle playing horseback riding?"

"I woke up to pee, and heard noises in Mom's room. I thought Mom was back, so I went to check on her, and I saw Sister Mei and that uncle inside. The uncle was riding his horse so loudly, and he even climbed onto the lamp." Fang Lan asked Qinghua why the uncle was climbing the lamp, but Qinghua pretended not to know.

At first, Fang Lan was very angry when her son said Dongmei was playing with a strange man on her bed. She was a very clean person and would never allow a strange man to lie on her bed. But hearing the rest, Fang Lan was surprised. No matter what Dongmei and the man were doing, they couldn't possibly climb onto the lamp. Was there something wrong? "Sweetie, you and Mom are both sweaty, let's go take a bath together, okay?"

What bath? I'm going to have sex with you later, what's the point of bathing? "But it'll be more comfortable to dry after washing." Qinghua nodded. Seeing Qinghua nod, Fang Lan helped her put on her clothes. She led Qinghua through the dimly lit living room to her room, intending to take her to shower there. Fang Lan's room was different from Qinghua's. Although Qinghua had his own bathroom, it was outside his room, while Fang Lan's bathroom was inside. After entering the room, Fang Lan carefully examined the chandelier. Sure enough, she discovered something. If her son hadn't pointed it out, she would never have scrutinized the chandelier so closely.

Fang Lan moved a chair and removed the camera from the chandelier. Knowing what it was, Fang Lan gasped. Remembering what Fang Daming had told her, she hadn't expected the hidden camera to be filming her home. If her son hadn't accidentally discovered it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Seeing the expression on Fang Lan's face, Qinghua knew she was still in shock and relief, so she pretended not to know anything and asked Fang Lan what it was. Fang Lan smiled and said it was a toy. She tossed it onto the bedside table and pulled Qinghua to the bathroom. This was Qinghua's first time in Fang Lan's bathroom. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman; even her bathroom exuded a delicate fragrance. Although it was an ensuite bathroom, it wasn't smaller than Qinghua's. On the contrary, the whirlpool tub inside was even larger than Qinghua's, easily large enough for two people to bathe in. He wondered if Fang Daming and Fang Lan had ever bathed here before. Qinghua turned to look at Fang Lan again. Fang Lan was taking off her nightgown, her white buttocks slowly emerging from it, making Qinghua's blood boil again.

"Baby, take off your clothes. Do you want Mommy to help you?" Fang Lan spoke just as Qinghua was staring at her crotch. Qinghua quickly shook his head to hide his embarrassment. Qinghua took off his clothes. By then, the bathtub was filled with water. Fang Lan gently took Qinghua's hand and said, "Baby, it's not hot. Let's bathe together today. We used to bathe together a lot when we were little."

Looking at Fang Lan's beautiful body, Qinghua felt conflicted. Why was she Fang Daming's daughter? Fang Daming, I'll kill you, and I'll take care of your beautiful daughter for the rest of my life. "Baby, is it comfortable? Mommy didn't lie to you, did she?" Fang Lan noticed Qinghua's somewhat dazed expression and assumed he was still afraid of bathing. They were both sitting in the bathtub, and Fang Lan was applying shower gel to Qinghua.

Qinghua turned his head and saw Fang Lan's naked upper body. Her full breasts sagged slightly, the originally white flesh turning a slightly reddish hue under the hot water, looking incredibly alluring. "Mommy, let me help you bathe too." Qinghua imagined how wonderful it would feel to hold a beautiful woman's breasts in his hands.

"Baby, can you help Mommy apply shower gel?" Fang Lan helped Qinghua stand up. Her hands, covered in shower gel, were caressing Qinghua's scrotum, her fingers gently stroking his foreskin. Qinghua let out a long, comfortable sigh and nodded. Fang Lan looked up at him, her hands continuing their movements.

After Fang Lan finished washing Qinghua, she had him sit in the water. Qinghua wanted to wash her, so she squeezed shower gel onto his hands and showed him how to apply it to her body. Qinghua's hands rested on Fang Lan's breasts; they were soft. Fang Lan asked, "Baby, are Mommy's breasts pretty?" Qinghua nodded, his hand sliding down to Fang Lan's breasts, gently caressing them, feeling the beauty's breasts were somewhat heavy. Qinghua recalled the first time he touched a woman's breasts—it was his senior from high school. At that time, Qinghua felt a little scared and confused, his heart trembling. That feeling was far less wonderful than touching the beautiful woman's breasts now. Fang Lan closed her eyes

. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her body like Qinghua was now, let alone helped her bathe. Fang Lan didn't know if she was fortunate or unfortunate, able to be with the person she loved, yet unable to live together. But now Fang Lan felt a sense of happiness because her son seemed to have come to his senses. Perhaps from now on, her son could replace Fang Daming and stay by her side, and she would no longer feel empty. Fang Lan looked up at Qinghua and gestured for him to lie down in the bathtub. Qinghua, unsure of Fang Lan's intentions, did as she was told. After Qinghua lay down, Fang Lan also lay down, nestled in his arms. Most of Fang Lan's body was submerged, making her feel weightless against Qinghua, like an ethereal spirit.

Fang Lan turned on the water jets, and warm water cascaded over them. Qinghua was somewhat bewildered, wondering why Fang Lan had suddenly become so submissive. Had some of his actions touched the beautiful woman's heart? Fang Lan took Qinghua's hand and placed it on her breasts. Floating in the water, the breasts felt even better to Qinghua. "Baby, will you leave Mommy someday?" Fang Lan asked, stroking the back of Qinghua's hand.

Would he leave her? Qinghua asked himself the same question. If he were to eliminate Fang Daming one day, would he be able to possess this beautiful woman forever? What would he do then? Go back to his hometown to take care of his elderly parents?

"Baby, do you hate Mommy?" Fang Lan asked Qinghua again. Qinghua snapped out of his reverie and said to Fang Lan, "Mommy is the best, I love Mommy the most." A smile appeared on Fang Lan's face, then she said softly, "Baby, when you grow up and understand, you will eventually leave Mommy."

Qinghua pretended not to understand and asked Fang Lan why. Fang Lan just smiled and said that he would understand in time. Qinghua stopped asking and simply stroked the beautiful woman's breasts and lower abdomen. The water flowed by, and the beautiful woman's pubic hair floated in the water. Qinghua reached out and grabbed a tuft. Fang Lan asked Qinghua what he was doing, and Qinghua pretended to be confused and asked her, "Mommy just said that women don't grow beards, so why do I have beards here?" Fang Lan giggled and said, "Baby, that's pubic hair. Both men and women grow it. Don't pull it, it will hurt Mommy."

After the bath, Fang Lan took a large towel and wrapped it around Qinghua, but Qinghua said, "Mommy, I still want to play the horse-riding game." Fang Lan thought to herself, "Silly boy, you're really into it!" She knew Qinghua's penis was already hard when she dried him off. Seeing Fang Lan remain silent, Qinghua spoke again. Fang Lan's lower body was still a little sore, and she didn't want to continue her son's antics, but he was clinging to her like this; if she didn't play with him, he'd be too stubborn to sleep. Fang Lan thought for a moment and then said to Qinghua, "Baby, let's go to bed first."

The two returned to Fang Lan's bed, and Fang Lan had Qinghua lie down. She didn't want Qinghua to initiate sex again; she knew she wouldn't last long that way. She needed to take the initiative to control the intensity of their intercourse. "Baby, how about Mommy rides you this time?" Fang Lan climbed onto her son. Qinghua didn't know why Fang Lan wanted to ride him, but he was still happy to hear her words. It was his first time being ridden by a woman, and lying down without moving would surely be very comfortable. Seeing that Qinghua agreed, Fang Lan pulled open a large towel and sat on Qinghua's stomach.

Although she had just showered, Fang Lan's vagina wasn't very slippery. Fang Lan touched Qinghua's glans, rubbing it against her vagina several times before finally swallowing the large glans. Qinghua watched his penis slowly disappear into the beautiful woman's vagina, feeling extremely excited, wishing he could thrust his penis in and impregnate her. Fang Lan gently twisted her hips, pressing her hands against Qinghua's chest as she slowly sat down. Seeing Qinghua's eyes fixed on her vagina, she asked him if it looked good. Qinghua hummed in agreement, looking up at the beautiful woman's chest. Her breasts were swaying slightly. As the beautiful woman's body swayed faster and faster, her breasts swayed more and more violently, the trembling waves making Qinghua involuntarily want to touch them.

During the day, Qinghua had fantasized about this beautiful sight, and now it was right before his eyes. If the beautiful woman wasn't Fang Lan, not Fang Daming's daughter, but just his current "mother," Qinghua would be overjoyed. Seeing Qinghua staring at her breasts again, Fang Lan leaned down slightly and pulled his hands to her breasts. Qinghua squeezed them; they were still so soft. He couldn't resist any longer and sat up in bed, kneading the beautiful woman's breasts with his hands. Seeing her son's reaction, Fang Lan arched her back, cupped one of her breasts in her hands, and brought the light brown nipple to Qinghua's mouth, saying, "Baby, do you want to eat Mommy's breast?"

Without hesitation, Qinghua opened his mouth and bit down on Fang Lan's nipple, taking the pink areola into his mouth as well. Fang Lan seemed to become very excited, stroking the back of Qinghua's head with both hands and pressing him against her breasts. "Eat, baby, this is what Mommy owes you, eat it well."

Qinghua didn't understand why Fang Lan said this. He burrowed into Fang Lan's chest like a cat, rubbing against her, and slid his hands to Fang Lan's buttocks, squeezing them hard. Fang Lan's heart suddenly lit up. Weren't their actions the same ones she and Fang Daming had done in the living room? Her son had actually learned them! Fang Lan also recalled the actions her son had taken when he was having sex with her in his room earlier. He had learned them from watching Dongmei and that strange man. It seemed her son wasn't so bad at learning behaviors. Perhaps her previous methods of teaching him were wrong; she should have let him observe what others did. Maybe he would have figured it out much earlier.

Qinghua bit Fang Lan's breast, his hands gripping her buttocks, and the two of them thrust harder and harder. Fang Lan groaned loudly. Qinghua suddenly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?" Fang Lan blushed at her son's question, cupping Qinghua's face and kissing him as she said, "Baby, Mom is fine. Mom is just feeling so good. Thrust harder into Mom." Qinghua looked at Fang Lan and reached out to pull the hairpin out of her hair. Fang Lan was stunned for a moment, then hugged Qinghua and kissed him passionately. Qinghua opened his mouth and welcomed Fang Lan's tongue into it. This was their first kiss, and Qinghua seemed a little clumsy, merely sucking on Fang Lan's tongue as if trying to bite it. Qinghua truly had no experience in this area, and Fang Lan told him not to be too forceful, only to bite gently.

Soon, Fang Lan reached her climax, but Qinghua was still focused on holding Fang Lan's buttocks and thrusting until he too ejaculated, then he carried Fang Lan to the bed. Both of them were covered in sweat, but Fang Lan didn't want to move anymore. The first time, Fang Lan had lay on the bed; although she had climaxed twice and her body was limp, it hadn't taken much of her strength. But this time, she was truly exhausted, and once she lay on the bed, she didn't want to get up.

Qinghua still had plenty of energy, his hands caressing Fang Lan's sensitive areas—her breasts, buttocks, mons pubis… “Mmm…baby…stop touching me, Mommy's exhausted, let's play again tomorrow,” Fang Lan murmured, grabbing Qinghua's hands, trying to make him behave. Qinghua, however, was a combination of a long-suppressed, repressed man and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old virgin; two times wasn't enough to satisfy him. His penis, inserted into the beautiful woman's vagina, began to swell again after a few strokes. Fang Lan didn't even have the strength to struggle, so she could only let Qinghua release his pent-up desires inside her. And this indulgence continued twice more before Qinghua finally fell into a deep sleep, embracing Fang Lan's beautiful body.

The next day, when she woke up, the sun was high in the sky. Fang Lan saw it was almost nine o'clock and called Qinghua to get up quickly. They had played too wildly the night before, and Qinghua was sleeping soundly; when Fang Lan called him, he pretended not to hear and refused to get up. "Baby, get up quickly. The nanny is coming to clean the house today, she'll be here soon. Be good, baby, Mommy will play with you again tonight."

Qinghua finally got out of bed and followed Fang Lan to the bathroom to shower. Seeing Fang Lan's body, Qinghua's "morning erection," which he had just woken up, became even more erect. Qinghua went behind Fang Lan, wanting to have sex with her, but Fang Lan refused no matter what. She had been overly violated by Qinghua yesterday, and her vagina was still burning, even her labia were a little swollen. Besides, there was no time now. It would take her son at least half an hour to come, and there was no time now. "Good boy, be good, Mommy will play horseback riding with you again tonight." Fang Lan dried Qinghua's body, dressed him, and then took down the sheets, including the sheets from Qinghua's room. Both sheets were stained with her own fluids. Fang Lan didn't want the nanny to notice anything, so she wanted to throw the sheets into the washing machine before the nanny arrived.

The housekeeper arrived, and after instructing her, Fang Lan sat with Qinghua in the upstairs living room. Fang Lan remembered finding the hidden camera in the chandelier the previous night and called Fang Daming. Fang Daming was startled; remembering what had happened a few days ago, he thought someone was targeting him and immediately ordered an investigation into Dongmei and the stranger. Poor Dongmei and the man were arrested while plotting extortion in their rented apartment.

That afternoon, Fang Lan took Qinghua to look for a new housekeeper, but the result was far from Fang Lan's expectations. Previously, when Fang Lan took her son to find housekeepers, he wouldn't object even if he didn't like one, but this time, he didn't like any of them. Having finally gotten rid of Dongmei, how could Qinghua possibly take on another burden? "Xiaolong, what's wrong? Don't you want someone to keep you company?" Fang Lan asked Qinghua as they left a real estate agency. Qinghua said, "They're all bad. Only Mom is the best. I want Mom to keep me company." Seeing Qinghua's expression, Fang Lan knew they wouldn't be able to find a housekeeper today, so she took Qinghua home.

The lakeside villa had become a paradise for the mother and son. Back home, Qinghua immediately began making love with Fang Lan. Under Fang Lan's guidance, Qinghua quickly grasped the true meaning of sex. Qinghua's sexual experience was limited, and his understanding of women mostly came from watching adult films. He originally thought that as long as he ejaculated and the woman moaned, intercourse was successful. Indeed, for intercourse, once the man ejaculates, it's over. But lovemaking is different; it requires communication and cooperation between the two. Fang Lan treated him like her innocent son, telling him when to use force, when to go faster, and where to touch her. Fang Lan might not have dared to say such things to a normal lover, which gave Qinghua a good lesson. However, Qinghua couldn't fully respond to Fang Lan, only replying with ambiguous "oh." In action, he fully cooperated with Fang Lan, bringing her to multiple orgasms. For

that day and night, the two spent their time eating and making love. In the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the living room, on the balcony, everywhere in the villa—on the bed, on the sofa, in the bathtub, on the cushions, on the floor—everywhere they could play, there were traces of their lovemaking. Fang Lan assumed her son was just experiencing the thrill of sex for the first time and was in high spirits these past few days, so she satisfied Qinghua. She thought that after a few days, his novelty would wear off, and he wouldn't do it anymore. On Sunday night, Qinghua climbed into Fang Lan's bed, wanting to make love to her again. Fang Lan's body went limp, and she begged Qinghua to stop, saying she had to go to work the next day. Qinghua wouldn't listen. He had learned all the flirting techniques and even practiced them; he knew exactly where Fang Lan's body was sensitive. When Fang Lan refused, he reached out and groped her haphazardly, then easily pressed himself against her. Fang Lan inwardly groped, "My good son, you may not learn anything else, but you've certainly mastered the art of fucking women." Fortunately, Qinghua knew Fang Lan had to go to work the next day, and he wanted her to take him, so he only made love to her once before going to sleep. They both slept very comfortably.

On Monday morning, Fang Lan had returned to her sophisticated beauty attire. She wore a stylish V-neck dress over a fitted straight-leg skirt, the skirt's elasticity highlighting her sexy black-stockinged thighs. Her long hair was styled in an updo, secured with delicate hair clips, unlike her casually styled hairpins at home. Qinghua could hardly believe that the beautiful woman before him was the same woman he had been making love to day and night at the villa for the past two days. Fang Lan found Qinghua a suit with a white shirt underneath. Qinghua looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with his appearance. He had been looking in the mirror more often these past few days and had gradually gotten used to it. He no longer felt the awkwardness of the first time he looked in the mirror, and he found himself pleasing to the eye. Especially after possessing Fang Lan, Qinghua no longer felt that he looked "stupid."

"Sweetie, be good when you get to Mommy's workplace. Don't tell anyone about riding horses, absolutely no one, understand?" Fang Lan brought Qinghua to the company for two reasons. First, she hadn't found a replacement for Dongmei's nanny, and she was worried about leaving her son alone at home. Second, she had noticed her son was quick to learn behavioral concepts. Perhaps she had been wrong before; she was afraid her son would get hurt and always kept him tightly wrapped up, preventing strangers from approaching him. It seemed this wasn't working, so Fang Lan wanted to try a different approach.

Actually, Fang Lan initially only planned to take her son to the company for a day or two; she would find a good nanny and let him stay home. Unexpectedly, when she told her son, he was extremely happy. Of course, Fang Lan didn't know her son was no longer the mentally challenged child she remembered. Seeing his reaction, she wanted to try letting him gradually interact with more people. However, she was still afraid he might do something foolish and cause trouble at the company, so she gave him many instructions before leaving. Qinghua nodded vigorously, and Fang Lan smiled happily at her son's obedience. Qinghua deliberately teased the beautiful woman, asking in a seemingly naive and innocent way, "Mommy, can I talk about breastfeeding?" Fang Lan said sternly, "No, breastfeeding is just like riding horses—you can't talk about it, understand? If you don't listen, Mommy won't ride horses with you anymore, and I won't breastfeed you either." Qinghua nodded obediently.

Fang Lan owned a materials trading company and a large factory specializing in the production of pipe fittings and pressure vessels. Both companies were located in the city center, and for ease of management, Fang Lan rented offices for both companies in the same office building, occupying an entire floor. Qinghua followed behind Fang Lan, noticing how respectful everyone they met was towards her, indicating that Fang Lan held considerable authority within the company. Fang Lan's office faced the main street and was divided into two parts: a small outer area for her secretary, and a larger inner area exclusively for Fang Lan. When Qinghua followed Fang Lan inside, her secretary immediately stood up to greet her, looking somewhat surprised to see Qinghua following behind.

Fang Lan anticipated her secretary's expression and led her into the inner room. Fang Lan's secretary, Xiao Yan, was someone Fang Lan trusted implicitly. Qing Hua observed that the secretary appeared to be in her late twenties, quite attractive, and her stylish, simple attire exuded youthful energy. However, having spent the past few days with Fang Lan, Qing Hua glanced at the secretary before surveying Fang Lan's office. The space, aside from Fang Lan's large desk, contained only a large bookcase, a sofa set, and two potted plants—a very simple space.

Fang Lan told Xiao Yan that Qing Hua was her son, who had suffered a head injury during school, resulting in intellectual impairment and ongoing recovery. She had brought him out to expose him to more people and experiences. Fang Lan instructed Xiao Yan to look after Qing Hua while she was away. If anyone inquired, she should say Qing Hua was there for an internship, to prevent gossip. Xiao Yan, understanding Qing Hua's intellectual limitations, looked at him with pity.

When Fang Lan had free time, she would read with Qing Hua. At noon, Fang Lan took Qing Hua out for lunch. In the afternoon, Fang Lan had to go to a meeting. Xiao Yan was supposed to accompany her, but Fang Lan asked Xiao Yan to stay behind and look after Qing Hua.

Fang Lan left, and Xiao Yan, having nothing else to do, went to the inner room and saw Qinghua reading the newspaper. She asked Qinghua if there was anything she could do for him. Qinghua shook his head, so Xiao Yan went back to her desk and turned on the computer to play games. Xiao Yan also liked playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), and quickly became engrossed. Qinghua suddenly appeared behind her, startling her. Xiao Yan asked Qinghua what he needed, and Qinghua, looking at the screen, asked Xiao Yan to teach him how to play. Qinghua was a skilled card player, but he pretended not to understand. Xiao Yan watched him play, following the prompts, which made her giggle several times. Later, Xiao Yan simply went out and borrowed another computer to play with Qinghua, letting him help her win points. The two played so much that they forgot the time when Fang Lan suddenly returned, which terrified Xiao Yan. She thought, "This is it, I'm doomed!" Fang Lan had asked her to watch Qinghua read, but she was teaching him how to play cards.

Fang Lan wasn't angry, because seeing her son having so much fun made her feel a little better. Previously, she only taught her son to count and read, but he couldn't grasp it. Why didn't she think of teaching him in a way he enjoyed, like playing cards? He had a lot of fun with those games, and they were very beneficial for developing his intelligence.

"President Fang..." Xiao Yan called out timidly, waiting for Fang Lan to scold her. Fang Lan smiled slightly and said to her, "Xiao Yan, have IT send over a new computer, the latest and best one." Qinghua knew his computer was almost his. From then on, Qinghua finally had something to pass the time. When no one was watching, he could surf the internet to his heart's content; when others were around, he would play cards—of course, the kind where he was a complete novice. Qinghua followed behind Fang Lan, carrying a laptop, looking just like a lackey.

The mother and son "went to work" during the day and "went to be husband and wife" at night, living a very happy life. Qinghua always filled Fang Lan's vagina completely, and Fang Lan's expression was always extremely comfortable; she never took any precautions. Qinghua secretly observed Fang Lan, who never took any medication. Qinghua was puzzled; how could Fang Lan not be afraid of getting pregnant? Did she have an IUD?

Time flew by, and May Day passed in the blink of an eye. That afternoon, Fang Lan was going to the factory in Dongshan. Because of the long distance, she wouldn't be back until dark, so she took Qinghua to Fang Daming's place in the provincial government compound early. Qinghua was genuinely excited upon hearing this news. He had thought it would take at least six months to get close to Fang Daming, but he had the opportunity in just half a month. Qinghua knew he wouldn't gain anything from the trip to Fang Daming's house, but at least he could familiarize himself with his enemy's home.

Fang Daming's villa wasn't one of the best located; he hadn't moved since moving into the compound. Only the housekeeper, Aunt Liu, lived in the villa. Hearing the car, she came out and greeted Fang Lan and Qinghua as they got out. Fang Lan explained her upcoming trip and asked Aunt Liu to look after Qinghua for half a day. Aunt Liu nodded and led Qinghua into the villa. Being the governor's housekeeper, her manners were better than most. Qinghua felt Aunt Liu was far superior to Dongmei. From the conversation between Fang Lan and Aunt Liu, Qinghua learned that Fang Lan rarely came here, and his predecessor, Fang Yulong, came even less often. He guessed that Fang Lan had sent Fang Yulong here because of the current situation.

The villa was quite old, but the interior decorations were new, suggesting it was renovated every few years. "Fang Daming, I'm finally in your home." Qinghua carefully examined the villa upon entering. The furnishings had a somewhat antique feel, suggesting Fang Daming had a taste for such things. Aunt Liu led Qinghua to a hardwood sofa made of mahogany and asked if he would like something to drink. Qinghua said he wanted tea and sat down to play on the computer. Aunt Liu probably knew Qinghua wasn't talkative, and seeing him playing alone on the computer, she didn't disturb him.

After some time, he heard someone behind him say, "Hey, Xiaolong's here. Call me Auntie, Auntie has some good food and fun things. Call me Auntie and I'll give them to you." Qinghua turned around and saw a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old standing behind him, next to a beautiful woman with a graceful figure. It was Xia Zhuyi, Fang Daming's current wife. Qinghua had seen Xia Zhuyi once before from afar. To be honest, Xia Zhuyi wasn't prettier than Fang Lan, and her figure wasn't as well-maintained. But she had a voluptuous beauty, and she seemed to have a more mature charm than Fang Lan. Qinghua's gaze then shifted to the girl. She was wearing a loose school uniform, so he couldn't see her figure, but her legs were extremely long, suggesting she had a good figure. Qinghua really didn't know whether he should call the girl Auntie. Although he had never met her before, he knew that the girl in front of him was Xia Zhuyi's daughter, Fang Ying, his nominal aunt.

Compared to Fang Ying's beaming smile, Xia Zhuyi remained calm, speaking to her daughter in a light tone, "Xiao Ying, don't disturb Xiao Long's rest." Qinghua saw a hint of coldness in Xia Zhuyi's eyes; clearly, this beautiful woman didn't welcome his arrival. Fang Ying was an innocent girl, without much guile. She had already seen Qinghua playing cards and said to her mother, "Mom, he's not resting, he's playing cards." Fang Ying then sat down next to Qinghua and exclaimed, "Xiao Long, do you know how to play cards?" Qinghua looked at the screen and saw that he had played four Kings with the two Jokers. Qinghua had pretended not to know what to do after hearing Fang Ying's words, but somehow ended up with this hand. Hearing Fang Ying giggle, Qinghua thought to himself, "I was just trying to fool you, but I overdid it." He thought he could win with his eyes closed, but now he's lost—he truly lost with his eyes closed.

Fang Ying smiled and said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, come to Auntie's room, Auntie will teach you how to play cards." As she spoke, Fang Ying stared at Qinghua's computer and then whispered, "Xiaolong, have you planted vegetables yet?" Qinghua was taken aback, turned to look at Fang Ying, and shook her head.

Xia Zhuyi, hearing Fang Ying's words, knew exactly what her daughter was thinking, and said to Fang Ying, "Xiaoying, go do your homework, don't trick Xiaolong into playing on the computer." It turned out that Fang Daming and Xia Zhuyi were both quite strict with their children; although they had a computer at home, Fang Ying rarely played with it. Fang Ying pouted and said, "I finished my homework at school. Xiaolong, come with me to Auntie's room, Auntie will teach you some more fun things." As she spoke, Fang Ying stood up. She wasn't very tall, only about 1.55 meters. But her proportions were extremely well-balanced, especially when she stood in front of Qinghua; her round bottom, encased in pencil pants, peeked out from under her loose school uniform, looking very alluring. Qinghua quickly looked away, but a wicked thought arose in her mind!

There were three rooms on the second floor of the villa; Fang Ying's room was on the west side, just up the stairs. As soon as she entered, Fang Ying snatched Qinghua's computer. The first thing she did was start a farm game for Qinghua, even getting her a membership to level up quickly. Then she added Qinghua's account and gave it to her best friends, telling them to steal Qinghua's crops too. Qinghua was speechless, while Fang Ying was excited because her friends hadn't even gone online yet. They used to tease her for staying up too late and for too short a time online; today, Fang Ying would be online waiting for them. After harvesting the crops, Fang Ying turned to Qinghua and said, "Xiaolong, do you play on the computer every day now?" Qinghua nodded. Fang Ying was envious and wanted Qinghua to plant crops for her to steal every day, but not to steal hers.

After entering the room, Fang Ying took off her school uniform and wore a Korean-style knitted t-shirt. The t-shirt was very stretchy, especially around the chest area. Fang Ying sat up straight as she spoke to Qinghua, the shirt stretching slightly, revealing her well-developed breasts. It wouldn't be long before they became the center of attention. Qinghua couldn't help but think of Xia Zhuyi, her full breasts constantly flashing in his mind. Qinghua's gaze swept over Fang Ying's chest, a wolfish glint in his eyes. Qinghua

had followed Fang Daming for a while and was quite familiar with him. Although Fang Daming was older now, his youthful handsomeness was still evident. Fang Ying's appearance was a blend of Fang Daming and Xia Zhuyi's genes; she possessed Xia Zhuyi's gentleness and inherited Fang Daming's heroic spirit, surpassing even Fang Lan in this aspect. However, Fang Ying was only in middle school and still had the air of a young girl. What attracted Qinghua most about her was her beautiful face. Her skin, almost translucent, paired with delicate features, made her look like a living porcelain doll. A gentle smile revealed two shallow dimples on her cheeks. Qinghua's heart skipped a beat. Fang Ying's dimples reminded him of his sister, who also had similar shallow dimples when she smiled.

Qinghua reached out to touch Fang Ying's cheek. Fang Ying was talking to him, and when she saw Qinghua's hand in front of her face, she turned her head slightly and asked him what he was doing. Startled by Fang Ying's question, Qinghua pointed to Fang Ying's dimples and asked, "Auntie, what's this?" Seeing Qinghua ask about her dimples, Fang Ying said somewhat proudly, "These are dimples, Xiaolong. Aren't Auntie's dimples pretty?" Fang Ying grinned, revealing two more cute little dimples. Qinghua nodded and said they were pretty.

Fang Ying taught Qinghua how to play cards. Actually, Fang Ying's card skills were quite poor, which Qinghua didn't dare to praise. However, Qinghua still pretended to be very admiring, watching Fang Ying play while listening to her explanations. In the first hand, Fang Ying got a good hand. After calling for the landlord, she won easily, making her very proud. In the second hand, Fang Ying made two mistakes in a row, losing hands she could have won. She blamed it on bad luck, saying she'd drawn a bad hand. Qinghua chimed in, also calling it a bad hand, to make Fang Ying feel justified in her losses.

After a few hands, Fang Ying stopped playing and chose a game she liked. Fang Ying was quite lively, talking to Qinghua while playing. Although the residents of the compound were all high-ranking officials, there was little real interaction between them, and even when there was, it was often just polite formality. People of Fang Ying's age were even fewer. Fang Ying knew her nephew had a slight intellectual disability, but she rarely spoke to anyone, so she kept talking to Qinghua, regardless of whether he understood her.

Qinghua simply nodded and said "oh, oh." Perhaps it was Qinghua's earnest response that made Fang Ying feel a sense of accomplishment, and she told him about her school days. Qinghua had also been through that age, and listening to Fang Ying's stories brought back memories of his own school days. Hearing this, Qinghua suddenly said to Fang Ying, "Auntie, can you take me to school?" Qinghua knew this was impossible, but he said it anyway, just to give Fang Ying the feeling that he wanted to go to school with her. Fang Ying just shook her head and didn't say anything.

Because Fang Daming and Fang Lan wouldn't be back until very late, dinner couldn't be eaten early. Qinghua and Fang Ying played in their room for over an hour without anyone calling them. Finally, Xia Zhuyi couldn't stand it anymore and came upstairs to call them. "Xiao Ying, review your lessons more, don't always think about playing games." Qinghua looked up and saw Xia Zhuyi standing at the door with a stern face. At this time, Xia Zhuyi had changed into a light yellow coat, which was open, revealing an embroidered shirt underneath. The shirt wasn't fancy, but the black and white tones combined with the beautiful pattern were visually striking. When they were downstairs, Qinghua had only seen most of the collar, but now seeing Xia Zhuyi wearing a shirt, her breasts full and bulging, making the shirt look bulging, his eyes almost popped out. Qinghua didn't dare look at Xia Zhuyi directly, pretending to be engrossed in playing games while staring at the computer screen on the table, glancing at Xia Zhuyi out of the corner of his eye.

"I know, I only played for a little while. I was just teaching Xiaolong how to play cards. You can ask Xiaolong if you don't believe me, Xiaolong, isn't that right?" Fang Ying was having a great time and wasn't going to stop. Qinghua didn't say anything, just kept nodding "uh-huh." Xia Zhuyi frowned slightly as she looked at Qinghua and said, "Xiaoying, play for another ten minutes and then come downstairs. Your dad will be back soon." After saying that, she turned and left without looking at Qinghua again. In that instant, Qinghua saw Xia Zhuyi's round and full buttocks, which looked even fuller and more alluring than Fang Lan's. Xia Zhuyi was wearing milky white straight-leg pants, which were tightly fitted at the buttocks and looser at the bottom. The pants weren't thick either, and in the light, her legs could be vaguely seen through the pant legs. Qinghua quickly looked back at the computer, trying to stop thinking about Xia Zhuyi and Fang Lan. If he continued to think about them, his penis would definitely get hard. Seeing Xia Zhuyi's expression, Qinghua knew she disliked the old Fang Yulong. Was it because Fang Yulong was mentally challenged? Qinghua had lived with Fang Lan for over half a month and understood Fang Yulong's general situation. Although he was mentally challenged, he still had some intelligence, and Fang Yulong didn't like to talk, so Xia Zhuyi shouldn't dislike him so much. They

said they'd play for ten minutes, but because Fang Daming hadn't returned, Fang Ying played for another half hour before stopping. She closed the laptop with a smile on her face, seemingly having enjoyed herself. When the two went downstairs, Fang Daming also returned home. This was the second time Qinghua had come face-to-face with Fang Daming. Last time at the hotel, Qinghua hadn't looked closely at Fang Daming, but this time she noticed he really looked older, at least older than he appeared on television. Seeing Qinghua following behind Fang Ying, Fang Daming waved to him: "Little Long, come, sit here with Grandpa. Grandpa has something to ask you."

Compared to Xia Zhuyi's indifference, Fang Daming was much more enthusiastic. After Fang Lan mentioned the security camera to Fang Daming, he immediately had someone investigate Dongmei and Qinghua, only to find it was a false alarm. However, Fang Daming hadn't visited the Fang family at the Lakeside Villa since. Seeing Qinghua looking quite energetic, he wanted to ask about his recent situation. Of course, Fang Daming wouldn't ask anything profound; he simply inquired about how many of the homework Fang Lan gave him each night were correct and what the housekeeper's name was. Qinghua told Fang Daming the truth, surprising both Fang Daming and Xia Zhuyi. Fang Lan was actually taking her son to work.

"Xiaolong, are you scared going to work with Mom?" Qinghua shook his head and said, "No, Sister Xiaoyan is so nice to me. She brings me candy and teaches me games like Auntie." Fang Daming paused, then remembered that Fang Lan's secretary was named Xiaoyan. Fang Daming looked at Qinghua and fell silent. Could what his daughter said be true? Was his silly grandson finally coming to his senses and slowly returning to normal? Because Fang Daming and Fang Yulong hadn't communicated much before, Qinghua's performance this time made Fang Daming realize that his simple-minded grandson had made significant progress in language expression.

Not long after, Fang Lan also returned. During dinner, Fang Ying asked Fang Lan where she had been and why she was back so late. Before Fang Lan could answer, Xia Zhuyi said, "Xiao Ying, your older sister has a company and a factory; she's very busy, unlike Mom who has so much free time." Qinghua knew that Xia Zhuyi worked at the provincial trade union, so going to work was optional. However, judging from Xia Zhuyi's words, it wasn't about Fang Lan being busy at all; her words were full of dissatisfaction. Qinghua suddenly understood why Xia Zhuyi disliked Fang Yulong. His simple-mindedness was a factor, but the main reason was Fang Lan.

Xia Zhuyi came from a working-class family with an ordinary background. After Xia Zhuyi married Fang Daming, this changed. Relying on Fang Daming's connections, the Xia family began to prosper and lived the life of a wealthy family. However, Fang Lan held the lion's share of the benefits Fang Daming offered. Fang Lan was widowed and only had a mentally challenged son, yet she controlled so many assets. This made Xia Zhuyi extremely resentful. She had a clever daughter; was she really inferior to that simple-minded boy, Fang Yulong? Therefore, Xia Zhuyi always wanted to seize Fang Lan's assets. She often gossiped about this to Fang Daming, completely unaware that she was merely a cover for Fang Daming and Fang Lan. How could Fang Daming possibly offend Fang Lan for her sake? Fang Daming told Xia Zhuyi that Fang Ying was still young, and that he would ask Fang Lan to give her some of the assets when she grew up. Xia Zhuyi was furious but speechless. Her desire to seize Fang Lan's assets wasn't entirely for her daughter Fang Ying; it was more for her own benefit. She was nearly twenty years younger than Fang Daming. To put it bluntly, even if Fang Daming passed away one day, she still had a long life ahead of her. What would she do then? Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury, would she really want to go back to a life of hardship? Her relationship with Fang Lan wasn't good enough yet; would Fang Lan still give her money then? Even Fang Ying's life would likely be difficult. Xia Zhuyi could only curse Fang Daming's favoritism in her heart, but dared not say it openly. Fang Daming still held absolute authority in the family; after all, his status was undeniable. Although Xia Zhuyi was beautiful, without Fang Daming, she was nothing.

During dinner, Fang Daming and Fang Lan pretended not to hear Xia Zhuyi's words, Qinghua feigned ignorance, and only Fang Ying didn't understand Xia Zhuyi's words. She said to Fang Lan, "Big sister, if you're busy in the future, send Xiaolong here. Aunt Liu will take good care of him." Qinghua knew what Fang Ying was thinking; with him here, she could use various excuses to play games. Fang Lan smiled and nodded to Fang Ying.

After dinner, Fang Lan asked Qinghua what he had done at his grandfather's house. Qinghua said his aunt had taught him to play cards and told him about things at school. "Mom, I want to go to school with Auntie. Auntie says there are lots of fun things at school." The other four were stunned when they heard Qinghua say she wanted to go to school with Fang Ying. Fang Lan said to Qinghua sadly, "Xiaolong, you're different from others. You can't go to school with Auntie Xiaoying."

"Mom, why can't I go to school? Auntie said school is a lot of fun, I want to go to school with Auntie and have her teach me." Qinghua stubbornly refused to leave the Fang family home, insisting on going to school with Fang Ying and having her teach him. Fang Lan had no choice but to come up with a compromise: Fang Ying could stay at the Lakeside Villa and teach Qinghua for an hour or two after school each day. This plan was opposed by Xia Zhuyi, who said it would affect Fang Ying's studies.

"How could that be? I'll supervise Xiaoying's studies when she goes there. Besides, it won't take her much effort to teach Xiaolong. We don't know how schools teach children these days, but Xiaoying knows. Besides, I took Xiaolong to look for a nanny the other day, and after two days, he didn't find anyone he liked. It's rare that he likes Xiaoying teaching him, so let Xiaoying stay for a while. Xiaoying, would you like to stay with my older sister for a few days?" Fang Lan ignored Xia Zhuyi, looked at Fang Daming, and then asked Fang Ying.

Fang Ying was naturally willing. Living in the Lakeside Villa meant no one would bother her, and she could play games online every day. The Lakeside Villa had only been built about a year ago, and Fang Ying had only been there once, when Fang Lan moved. It was early summer then, and Fang Ying longed to visit the villa because of its beautiful little garden in front and a swimming pool in the back. Summers there were particularly hot, and swimming in the pool was the most pleasant way to cool off. Whenever Fang Ying wanted to swim, Xia Zhuyi always complained that the public pool was too dirty and refused to take her there often. Fang Ying suggested going to the Lakeside Villa, but Xia Zhuyi scolded her. Fang Ying didn't understand why her mother disliked her older sister's villa and never took her there. Now that her older sister was offering to take her, she was overjoyed.

Fang Daming, seeing that Fang Ying was willing to go, also nodded in agreement. Seeing that Fang Daming agreed, Xia Zhuyi knew she couldn't stop her, so she told Fang Ying not to think about playing games too much after moving in. Fang Ying went upstairs to pack her things, including a few sets of clothes to change into. Fang Lan told her to just take one or two sets, and they would buy new ones on the weekend. Fang Ying was even happier to hear this. Seeing Fang Ying's smiling face, Qinghua's face revealed a subtle, sly smile, as if he could already see the beautiful girl moaning beneath him.

Before leaving, Fang Lan told Qinghua to say goodbye to Fang Daming and Xia Zhuyi. Qinghua was extremely reluctant to call Fang Daming "Grandpa." He knew Fang Lan and Fang Daming wouldn't care much if he didn't. But to show he wanted Fang Ying to teach him, Qinghua acted very happy and called them "Grandpa" and "Grandma." Hearing Qinghua call him "Grandpa," Fang Daming smiled, a rare sight, and said to Qinghua, "Good boy, listen to your mother and Aunt Xiaoying when you get back." Although Xia Zhuyi didn't want her daughter to come along and was cold towards Qinghua, she was pleased that Fang Daming was so happy, and she responded when Qinghua called her. When Qinghua's gaze swept over Xia Zhuyi, he stared intently at her breasts and buttocks. When he called her "Grandma Xia," all he could think of were Xia Zhuyi's full breasts and round buttocks. Qinghua vowed in his heart that one day he would ravage "Grandma Xia's" breasts and buttocks!

After Fang Ying moved into the villa, Qinghua and Fang Lan became much more restrained. Fang Lan warned her son not to mention breastfeeding or horseback riding in front of Fang Ying. This was tough on Qinghua; he could only watch helplessly as he saw Fang Lan and Fang Ying's alluring figures every day. To possess Fang Ying, Qinghua endured it, even diligently listening to Fang Ying tutor him every day.

On Saturday afternoon, Fang Lan took Fang Ying and Qinghua shopping. Fang Lan bought Fang Ying several summer outfits. The three of them shopped for half a day, and when they returned, Fang Ying complained of being exhausted, saying she couldn't even walk. Fang Lan said that if she was tired, she would go to bed early that night and tutor Qinghua again the next day. That night, Fang Ying indeed went to bed early. Fang Lan opened Fang Ying's door and, seeing Fang Ying fast asleep, slipped into Qinghua's room. After a month of wanton indulgence with Qinghua, Fang Lan's mature desires had been fully awakened. Now, with Fang Ying around, Fang Lan couldn't be as casual as before and could only sneak into her son's room at night. Qinghua

wasn't asleep yet. Seeing a figure enter his room, he knew without a doubt that Fang Lan had come to see him. She was indeed quite lewd; she couldn't hold back after only two or three days. Qinghua hadn't realized that he had also been thinking about having sex with Fang Lan for the past two or three days.

"Baby, are you asleep?" Fang Lan walked to Qinghua's side and gently shook his body. Qinghua pretended to be asleep and ignored Fang Lan. Seeing that Qinghua didn't move, Fang Lan assumed he was truly asleep and got into bed, taking off Qinghua's underwear. In the darkness, a soft hand caressed Qinghua's penis, which quickly became erect. "Mmm... Mom..." Qinghua pretended to have just woken up. Hearing her son call her, Fang Lan looked up at Qinghua and said, "My darling, Mommy will play horseback riding with you today, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy, turn on the light, I can't see."

"No need to turn on the light, Mommy will do it today." Fang Lan said, lifting her nightgown and sitting on Qinghua, guiding his penis against her crotch. Finally, finding the right spot, she lowered her hips, and the head of his penis entered her vagina. "Ah!" Both mother and son let out muffled breaths. Fang Lan slowly sat down, quickly taking Qinghua's penis completely inside her. In the darkness, Qinghua couldn't see Fang Lan's face, only her silhouette. Fang Lan writhed on top of him, giving him waves of pleasure.

Fang Lan grabbed Qinghua's hands, leading him to reach under her nightgown and press them against her breasts. Qinghua squeezed Fang Lan's breasts and said, "Mommy, your breasts are so soft." But in his heart, he thought, "Fang Lan, you're so horny! Fang Daming, I'm raping your daughter!" Qinghua thrust his hips forward, pressing hard against Fanglan's vulva, making her bounce back and forth.

"Mmm, good boy, do you want to eat Mommy's breasts? Mommy will help you up." Fanglan grabbed Qinghua's arm and pulled him up, and Qinghua sat up easily, hugging Fanglan's neck and kissing her on the lips. Fanglan cooperated, sticking her tongue into his mouth and letting him suckle until her tongue went numb, then Qinghua let go. Fanglan twisted her body as she took off her nightgown, holding her heavy breasts and stuffing them into Qinghua's mouth. "Good son, come and eat Mommy's breasts." Qinghua, of course, didn't hold back, biting Fanglan's warm, soft breasts and sucking hard. "Ah!" Fanglan tilted her head back, trying her best to control herself. Because Fang Ying was there, she didn't dare to scream out loud like she had a few days ago. Qinghua

bit Fanglan's breasts, his hands gripping Fanglan's buttocks, and the two of them kept thrusting their bodies, making "splish-splish-splish" sounds. The sounds further aroused Qinghua and Fanglan. They clung tightly to each other, writhing, the entire bed shaking with their movements. Only when a stream of hot semen shot deep into Fanglan's vagina did they tremble and embrace, slowly calming down. Afterwards, every two or three days, Fanglan would sneak into Qinghua's room after Fangying fell asleep for a blissful mother-son lovemaking session.

Under Fangying's tutelage, Qinghua's intelligence gradually developed. Fanglan tested him several times, and each time he showed improvement, much more than when she had taught him before. Seeing the result, Fanglan, regardless of whether Fangying was nearby, hugged Qinghua and kissed him on the cheek, "Baby, you've finally figured it out." At this moment, Fanglan shed tears; it wasn't acting, she was genuinely crying with joy. Seeing her older sister like this, Fangying's eyes also stung, only Qinghua looked at Fangying's beautiful face with a silly grin.

Fangying stayed at the lakeside villa for more than half a month, until the end of the month when Xia Zhuyi forcibly called her back. In the past two weeks, Qinghua's intellectual level had improved significantly. After Fang Ying returned home, Fang Lan took Qinghua for a test. The tester told Fang Lan that her son's intellectual level was between ten and twelve years old. Fang Lan was overjoyed to hear this news. Previously, her son's intellectual level had remained at the level of an eight or nine-year-old, and she never expected such a significant improvement.

Back home, mother and son naturally had a wild time, their groans, shouts, and panting echoing throughout the villa. However, the next day, Fang Lan noticed a problem. Her son seemed sullen all day and wasn't as talkative as he had been in the previous days. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Fang Lan held Qinghua in her arms as they went to bed that night.

Qinghua nodded at Fang Lan, and seeing that he only nodded without speaking, Fang Lan quickly asked, "Baby, is something bothering you? Can you tell Mommy?"

"Mommy, I want to ride horses with Auntie." Qinghua's head rested on Fang Lan's breast. As he spoke, he tilted his head back, looking at Fang Lan's expression. Fang Lan was startled and sat up abruptly, hugging Qinghua's shoulders. "Baby, you didn't tell Auntie Xiaoying about riding horses when Mommy went to work, did you?" Qinghua shook his head and said, "Mommy told Xiaolong not to tell, so Xiaolong didn't." Fang Lan breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly smiled at Qinghua. Considering how quickly Qinghua learned about sex, Fang Lan assumed it was instinct. Her son was eighteen; it was normal for him to want to be with girls. Although Fang Ying was still young, she had already developed, so it was normal for her to attract her son's attention. "Baby, do you really like Auntie Xiaoying?"

Qinghua nodded. He didn't know if Fang Lan would drag Fang Ying into it because of him. He knew Fang Lan cared a lot about his intellectual development. If Fang Ying wasn't around, and he wasn't focused on his studies, Fang Lan would definitely call Fang Ying back. As for dragging Fang Ying into it, Qinghua couldn't guarantee that, since it involved Fang Ying, and Fang Lan would be very cautious.

"Baby, isn't Mommy good enough? Don't you want to ride horses with Mommy?" Fang Lan hugged Qinghua, pressing his face tightly against her chest. *Slut!* Qinghua cursed inwardly. He hugged Fang Lan back, then said like a good child, "I love Mommy."

"What about Aunt Xiaoying? Is Mommy better or Aunt Xiaoying better?"

"Mommy is better, Auntie will scold me." Fang Ying hadn't actually scolded Qinghua, but her tone was a bit harsher when Qinghua said "stupid." Fang Lan naturally understood her son's meaning and asked Qinghua again, "Do you still want to ride horses with Aunt Xiaoying?" Qinghua nodded again. Fang Lan giggled, took off her nightgown, and shoved one of her breasts into Qinghua's mouth: "You little rascal, come and suckle Mommy's breast, don't think about Aunt Xiaoying anymore." Qinghua bit Fang Lan's breast, oblivious to Fang Lan's thoughts. Fang Lan, aroused by Qinghua's suckling, lay down on the bed with Qinghua in her arms, spreading her legs to entwine them. Qinghua pulled down his pants, his erect penis thrusting into Fang Lan's wet vagina, and the two engaged in another passionate encounter.

Fang Lan lay on the bed, looking at her sleeping son, unsure what to do. What if her son reverted to his old ways? Should she really let Fang Ying play "horse riding" with her son? A thought flashed through Fang Lan's mind: Fang Ying, that little vixen's daughter, who told her to seduce her father? She'd have her daughter serve her son! If her son was still unhappy in a couple of days, she'd call Fang Ying over. Having figured this out, Fang Lan smiled again.

Two or three days later, Qinghua was still sullen and listless. He couldn't concentrate on what Fang Lan was teaching him. Fang Lan was getting anxious because her son had been sleeping in the same room with her for several days in a row and he was still like this. Could it be that her son really liked Fang Ying? Even a silly son can fall in love? Getting Fang Ying to come over would be easy, but fulfilling her son's wish would be difficult. Fang Ying wasn't stupid; she was already in the second year of junior high school and wasn't so easily fooled.

"Sweetie, how about Mom brings Aunt Xiaoying over to stay in a couple of days?" Fang Lan said to Qinghua during dinner. Qinghua's face lit up with excitement, and he asked Fang Lan, "Mom, will Aunt Xiaoying come?" Fang Lan nodded and said that Aunt Xiaoying would come. Qinghua asked again, "Mom, when Auntie comes, can I ride horses with her?"

"No, you can't talk to Aunt Xiaoying about riding horses when she comes." Fang Lan looked very serious. Qinghua said "Oh," looking disappointed, and then stopped talking. Seeing that her son was willing to talk to her more, Fang Lan said, "Good son, if you want to ride horses with your aunt, you have to listen to your mother. You can only ride when your mother tells you to. You can't talk to Aunt Xiaoying about riding horses at other times." Qinghua's heart raced upon hearing Fang Lan's words. Fang Lan had indeed agreed to his request, but he wondered how Fang Lan would handle Fang Ying. Would she drug her? What would happen when Fang Ying woke up? She was still a virgin; she would definitely feel something when she woke up.

Qinghua looked at Fang Lan, only to find her looking at him calmly and lovingly. Qinghua felt a little guilty. Was it too despicable of him to take advantage of Fang Lan's care and love to possess Fang Ying? However, thinking of how Fang Daming had killed his sister, Qinghua felt at ease again. Fang Daming, I'm going to rape your other daughter.

A few days later, Fang Lan brought Fang Ying to the Lakeside Villa. Fang Ying was very happy to stay there, smiling broadly as soon as she entered. After Fang Ying moved into the villa, Qinghua became lively again. Fang Lan noticed this and wondered how to win Fang Ying over. After two days of rest, after breakfast, Fang Lan told Fang Ying that her company was very busy these days and she had to go to work that day. She asked Fang Ying to stay home and help Qinghua with her studies, or play computer games, as long as she didn't play for too long. Fang Ying naturally listened to this and told Fang Lan to go to work without worry, assuring her that she would take good care of Qinghua.

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