[Love and Desire Across Ages] (1-10) Author: Big Things

Author: Diao Da Ge Shi Er
Word Count: 18344

(I)

In December, the streets of northern China were filled with wind and snow.

Around four or five o'clock, it was almost dark. Jia Li
left work , wanting to get back to her warm and cozy home before the endless stream of people surged into the distance. Jia Li
wrapped herself up tightly from head to toe, a chestnut-colored woolen scarf wrapped several times around her delicate neck,
supported a black double-breasted woolen overcoat that reached past her waist. The biting wind on the street seemed to try to sneak into
the clothes of every passerby.

Jia Li's home wasn't far from the company, only a ten-minute walk away, but taking the bus was extremely inconvenient.
So, despite the harsh winter, Jia Li could only quicken her pace; it was the only thing she needed to do. Her breath
condensed into white smoke in the air. Was her nose, exposed to the icy air, frozen red?

Jia Li shrugged, took a deep breath, and her graceful figure darted past
the brightly decorated Christmas
tree in front of the department store like a

phantom. She wore tight blue jeans, and her black knee-high boots made a crisp sound with each step, sending up scattered ice crystals. The elevator in the apartment building felt slightly warmer. It was an old high-rise apartment
building , and Jia Li's home was on the 15th floor, a three-bedroom apartment. She unlocked the door, but no one greeted her.
Yet, Jia Li felt as if she had suddenly returned to spring; perhaps because the heating was on so high, the air even carried
a lazy feel. She had gotten off work earlier than usual today, and her husband wouldn't be home first. In fact, it was a miracle he wasn't staying out
all night . Jia Li took off her scarf and gloves, casually hung her large handbag on the coat rack,
and walked straight through the entryway. There she saw her father-in-law diligently simmering soup in the kitchen.

"Dad, I'm home!" Jia Li's voice was playful and melodious.

The old man turned his head, looking at his daughter-in-law with surprise, and questioned her in a slightly reproachful tone,
"You're earlier than usual today." But his tone immediately softened into a kind and benevolent one. "Xiao Li, you should have called
home so I could have picked you up. It's so cold today, you must be freezing."

"I'm alright," Jia Li replied, taking off her heavy coat and sitting on the sofa, fiddling with her phone. The tight sweater underneath her
coat accentuated her alluring figure as a mature woman.

The old man walked over to Jia Li and handed her a cup of hot brown sugar water, the warmth seemingly overflowing
.

"Dad..." Jia Li's eyes were filled with gratitude. For a twenty-seven-year-old married woman,
nothing felt more heartwarming and homey than this.

"You must be freezing. Drink some brown sugar water to warm yourself up. Don't turn the heating up too high at home,
haha ." Her father-in-law smiled lovingly. Why couldn't her husband even do a tenth of what his father did? Jia Li took
a sip , and a warm feeling immediately welled up inside and out.

"I'm so sorry, Xiao Li, I spent ages at the market today just to buy an old hen. The soup was almost
finished , and I didn't know you'd be back so late. It might be another hour or so before we can drink it," the old man chuckled. "After you
finish this, I'll make you some ginger tea to warm you up."

"It's alright, Dad, I love any soup you make," Jia Li said sincerely. Her father-in-law's cooking
skills especially his soup-making, were absolutely superb.

The old man picked up the remote from the coffee table, turned on the TV, and then handed it to his daughter-in-law. "Watch
some TV for a bit. I'll go see what else I can make you like. Honestly, next time you should
call when you're back earlier." His tone was reproachful

, but clearly tinged with affection. "Okay," Jia Li smiled genuinely.

The old man's surname was Zhou, and everyone called him Old Zhou. He was sixty-six years old. A short while passed, and no one seemed to notice
. Old Zhou carefully turned down the heat; it
only needed to simmer for another hour or so to be ready
. Just as he was about to turn around, he was suddenly embraced.

Jia Li's long, slender arms were tightly wrapped around the old man, her soft hair brushing against his neck. The scent of perfume, typical of young
women , filled his nostrils. The young woman's head rested against him, occasionally nuzzling him,
as if she were playfully teasing her father. The old man didn't turn around; he simply stood quietly in the kitchen.

Jia Li used to be a model and is very tall, standing at 174 centimeters. The kitchen and living room
floors are paved with marble, and Jia Li, still in her boots, is
a good half a head taller than her 170-meter-tall father-in-law. The sight of her hugging the old man from behind even looks somewhat comical and strange.

After a while of this awkward silence, Jia Li's hands, which were wrapped around her father-in-law's body, began to wander downwards.
The old man quickly grabbed his daughter-in-law's slender hands tightly with his large, strong palms, preventing her from making any further moves.

"Jianpeng will see when he gets back."

"No, I already texted him."

"Is he working overtime again today?"

"Hmm... Dad, I want it." Jia Li pressed her luscious lips close to her father-in-law's ear,
her . "Dad, we haven't done it in a long time

, have we?" "Hmm, about half a month."

"Did you miss me?

" "Yes.

" "How much?"

"As much as you want."

"Dad, come and take me, take my body, come and fuck me..."

Jia Li's tightly held hands were released, and her father-in-law turned around. This father-in-law and
daughter-in-law, thirty-nine years apart in age, began a passionate, intense kiss. The old man's wrinkled face and the young woman's delicate
and pretty features intertwined, creating a huge contrast, yet it did not affect their
passionate kiss like lovers. As for the ethical taboos of morality and status, they had probably been completely abandoned a few years ago.

The two embraced tightly, with the younger and prettier Jia Li even taking the initiative, passionately kissing the old man. The old man's
hands began to move downwards, caressing Jia Li's buttocks through her jeans.

In the living room, Jia Li gently removed her father-in-law's clothes, and the old man helped his daughter-in-law remove her tight-fitting pubic hair.
He took her bra and blouse and began to suckle at her delicate little cherry. His tongue was skillful; the remaining
stubble on his beard tickled her full breasts, stirring her restless heart. Jia Li was a naturally
sensitive woman, and by this moment, her face was flushed and her eyes were languid.

"Dad, shall we do it in the living room today?" Jia Li managed to squeeze out a question.

"Mmm." The old man's lips left her firm breasts and moved down, kissing her flat stomach,
until they reached the hidden depths beneath her pants.

While accepting her father-in-law's kisses on her abdomen, Jia Li unbuckled her belt, half-
squatting , and slowly and coquettishly pulled down her tight jeans—a seductive
pose that no male animal could resist.

The pale yellow silk lace-trimmed panties were the young woman's last line of defense just three inches below her navel, yet they also betrayed
her body. A faint wet patch appeared on the smooth fabric of the panties, a testament to the moisture seeping from her crotch.
The old man's rough fingers expertly reached between the young woman's legs and touched her. "Xiao Li, you're wet..."

A blush quickly spread across the young woman's fair cheeks. She knelt down and took her father-in-law's
clearly erect penis into her mouth, skillfully sucking and swallowing repeatedly. Jia Li was indeed a seductive and alluring woman;
her excellent oral skills, combined with her beautiful face and delicate features, gave her father-in-law, who was looking down at her, a dual sensory experience of sight and
touch . The daughter-in-law occasionally
exchanged glances with her father-in-law with her captivating eyes; she tacitly and keenly seized the opportunity—it was almost time to get down to business.

Jia Li leaned back on the sofa, her buttocks raised high. She was still wearing black knee-high leather boots, and
her jeans and silk panties had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her long, slender, white thighs to the
air and sunlight. Her tender, moist petals were faintly visible, seemingly beckoning to the old man's genitals, urging him
to enter.

"Mmm...ah...!" A pleasurable moan escaped from the depths of Jia Li's throat. The ensuing
pleasure made her moans even more rapid. The old man's hot, thick penis began to ravage her young
vagina The young, elastic walls of her vagina gripped her father-in-law's
penis tightly, yet still couldn't stop it from penetrating to the very end each time.

The old man stood on tiptoe, his large hands tightly grasping his daughter-in-law's slender waist from both sides. Her young body ignited
his boundless potential, and his lower body pulsated like a motor, in no way inferior to that of a young man.

"Dad...it feels so good..." Jia Li praised sincerely. "Dad...faster...faster...
I...ah...ah...ah ah...ah..." Before she could finish speaking, her father-in-law behind her sped up even more,
leaving only her increasingly unrestrained moans.

Time ticked by, and "Ah!..." came another desperate cry. The father-in-law's
thrusts finally penetrated deeply into his daughter-in-law's core. An irresistible pleasure
pierced the young woman's heart like lightning. Her tall, delicate body trembled uncontrollably. With this force, Jia Li
lost and collapsed onto the sofa. The muscles of her vaginal walls gripped
her father-in-law's aged glans tightly, and his hot, white semen gushed out like lava, completely
absorbed by her young cervix. Both reached a beautiful climax almost simultaneously. The young woman's slender body trembled uncontrollably,
as each thrust of her father-in-law sent waves of intense pleasure through every corner of her young body.

The father-in-law lay on top of Jia Li like a dead dog, breathing heavily. Jia Li, being much younger, quickly
recovered her strength and said with a sweet smile, "Dad, you're still so amazing." She turned and kissed
the old man passionately once more.

The father-in-law's penis slowly softened and slid out of his daughter-in-law's muddy flower path.

"Dad, Jianpeng and I won't divorce." Jia Li's head rested against her father-in-law's, their eyes locked.

"It's good that you won't divorce. What knot can't be untied between husband and wife?"

"Dad, I can't bear to part with you." Jia Li's watery eyes welled up with tears. "I'm afraid no one will ever treat me
so ..." As she finished speaking, a tear rolled down her beautiful face.

"Silly girl, don't cry. My good daughter, Dad loves you, Dad will love you for the rest of my life!" The father-in-law
withdrew from his daughter-in-law's body, picked up a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped away Jia Li's tears. He then used another tissue to wipe away
the cloudy semen that was slowly flowing from between his daughter-in-law's legs.

Another inexplicable silence followed, accompanied by a deep, passionate kiss.

"Oh no!" The old man suddenly jumped up, "My soup!"

Watching her naked father-in-law run towards the kitchen, Jia Li couldn't help but giggle mischievously.

(II)

The night sky was exceptionally clear, the moon unobstructed by any clouds, its bright light
displaying its allure without regard for the feelings of those beneath it.

Inside the window, the man was diligently working, the high-end Simmons mattress vibrating loudly, the woman beneath him
moaning and groaning, instinctively flattering the man with her pleasure.

A rapid surge, a low growl, and everything fell silent in an instant.

The man rolled over, panting heavily, the woman covered in sweat, also panting softly.

"What's wrong today? This is the third time. Did something unpleasant happen?..."

"Nothing." The man said impatiently, "It's work. Go to sleep."

The woman turned and hugged the naked man, her full breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

The man lit a cigarette and began to puff away.

"Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can give you some advice."

He suddenly choked on his smoke, coughing incessantly.

The woman gently stroked his back with her slender hand. "Smoke less, it's bad for your health."

"Hmm," the man replied absentmindedly, his brow furrowed.

"You haven't been home for two nights in a row, aren't you worried?" the woman asked hesitantly.

The man didn't answer, just continued smoking.

"Your wife will definitely suspect..."

"So what if she finds out?" the woman began, interrupted by the man.

He took another deep drag of his cigarette. "I have nothing to say to that woman anymore."

"But she's your wife."

"Not anymore," the man said firmly.

"I'm not forcing you to divorce her right now." The woman pressed closer to the man, hugging him even tighter.

The man didn't speak, his gaze cold.

"Jianpeng..."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." ?

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the dimly lit room. The cold wind outside still howled,
reminding everyone that it was a cold winter night.

The long night stretched on, everyone slept, all living things, the sun and moon never ceased.

The moon set and the sun rose, another new day dawned. What was meant to come would come. The filth and
coldness —the sun, the eternal sun—would surely drive them all away.

The birdsong of dawn rose and fell, the sunlight warm and gentle, especially in this winter.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, beams of light falling on Jia Li's beautiful body, casting layers of shadows from the blinds on her exquisite
flesh , outlining the alluring curves of the young woman. Jia Li liked to sleep naked; she'd read
online that it was good for her health, but she didn't really care. Opening her eyes, she sleepily struggled to climb out of bed. Still
naked, she slipped on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom. The warm air inside wasn't dry at all; next to the bed
was a humidifier her father-in-law had bought, gently releasing soft, warm steam.

Sure enough, her father-in-law was in the kitchen making breakfast. The old man
was

n't wearing many clothes either, and although his back wasn't imposing, it still exuded a deep fatherly love, like a mountain to lean on. "Girl, what are you doing? Put your clothes on quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Okay," Jia Li pouted, looking reluctant.

"Brush your teeth first, then eat breakfast: bacon, eggs, and toast."

Jia Li slowly put on her clothes, and while brushing her teeth, the crazy
details , a charming smile on her face.

After breakfast, Jia Li started tidying up. The LV bag her husband had given her when they got married was far less
practical than the cheap, large handbag her father-in-law had given her. Her father-in-law was truly caring, so attentive and perceptive that he could understand
every corner of her heart.

"What do you want to eat tonight? Dad will make it for you."

"Dad, whatever you decide. I love everything you make. " "How about

I go to the market and buy a duck to stew?"

"Dad, I don't like duck..."

"I knew it! How about soybean and pig's trotter soup? It's good for your complexion."

"Okay!" Jia Li couldn't help but smile happily. She hadn't received this kind of warmth from her husband for so
long .

"Dad, I'm going out." Jia Li waved goodbye to her father-in-law as she put on her snow boots.

"Be careful when you go out. The snow hasn't completely melted from the past few days; be careful not to slip."

"Okay, Dad."

Jia Li closed the door, preparing for the first workday after the New Year's holiday.

"Xiao Li!" She had only taken a few steps when a deep voice called out from behind her.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Your mask, it's cold outside, I bought it for you yesterday."

"Dad..." Jia Li was inexplicably moved, unsure what to say.

The long corridor was unusually quiet. Jia Li looked around to make sure no one was there, quickly kissed Old Zhou,
and then rushed towards the elevator, her graceful and tall figure disappearing around the corner at the end of the corridor.

The weather was nice that day, although the wind was still cold, Jia Li probably wasn't that cold.

The heating in the company was no more comfortable than at home, she really didn't understand what they were saving on,
just as she was complaining to herself, someone tapped Jia Li on the shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jia Li was startled and turned around to see Ding Ting.

Ding Ting was a year younger than Jia Li and a centimeter shorter. She used to be a model too. In the modeling world,
no matter how good the conditions were for girls like Jia Li and Ding Ting, they couldn't achieve great things without being at least 1.8 meters tall, and those shorter than 1.75 meters would
never get ahead. Later, she went to school, changed careers, and joined this company last year, becoming Jia Li's colleague again.

"You look great today, you don't look sick at all just a few days ago." Ding Ting teased Jia Li, then
lowered her voice, "Your husband is taking good care of you!"

"What are you saying..." Jia Li blushed.

"I really envy you for having such a good husband."

"With your excellent qualities, you're already twenty-six and still don't have a boyfriend, what does that mean? It means you're too picky."

It was Jia Li's turn to tease her.

"What's so demanding about me? I just want a man who's taller than me and earns more than me
. It doesn't matter if he's ugly."

"You're just bragging."

"Really!"

"What do you think of Allen?"

"Get lost, you foreign devil."

"What about David? If that doesn't work, then there's Old Zhang, the doorman downstairs."

"Him? He's a returnee, handsome and rich."

"Yeah, Sister Wu said he has six-pack abs!"

"But he's a womanizer, ruining so many innocent women. I think she's quite
interested ."

Ding Ting was right. A few years ago, David even pursued Jia Li, only to find out later that Jia Li was already married
, making a huge fool of himself.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Sister Wu couldn't help but speak up.

"Sister Wu, what's wrong?" Jia Li whispered.

"Don't let Anna hear."

"Sister Wu, is there some news again?" Ding Ting asked curiously.

"That's right, tell me over lunch."

"Okay!"

Sister Wu is in her forties, still charming despite her age, and straightforward and warm-hearted, but she's also quite gossipy.

But women, as long as they're not the subject of gossip, tend to have a fondness for juicy stories.

During lunch, Sister Wu excitedly poured out all the gossip she knew, unable
to stop . It turned out that Anna, the married HR manager, and David, the company's most handsome guy, had gotten together. This
was an extramarital affair combined with a workplace romance—absolutely juicy gossip.

"How did she end up with David? There are so many people in the company."

"Think about it, who is David? Everyone knows he's a womanizer.
Of course, a married woman like Anna would cheat on her husband with a handsome guy, not a husband. It's okay for him to be a little promiscuous." Sister Wu
spoke eloquently , like giving a long speech.

"I still don't understand. I've met Anna's husband. He's young and successful, and not bad-looking either."

"You don't know this." Sister Wu gestured for Jia Li and Ding Ting to lean forward. "It's said, just said
, that her husband's... well,

he's impotent..." "How old is he to be impotent?" Ding Ting muttered.

"Only 35. Men at that age have a lot of pressure, with elderly parents and young children to support. He probably
messed around with other men's girls a lot when he was young. Look at David, he's pretty powerful now, but he'll end up the same way later."

Sister Wu spoke with great conviction, as if she had witnessed it all herself.

Ding Ting fell silent. She seemed lost in thought.

"Xiao Li, you need to take care of your husband too. Look how beautiful you are, with such a great figure. Your
husband ? But even if he pampers you, you still need to take care of your health." Sister Wu teased Jia Li again.

"Sister Wu, what are you saying? It's the middle of the day..."

"Oh, the beauty is blushing. Sister Wu is being serious. Look at your radiant face, you're getting
more and more beautiful. It's all thanks to your man's pampering." Sister Wu didn't stop there, continuing to tease, "
Men are like oxen, women are like land. The more land is plowed, the more fertile it becomes; the more oxen are plowed, the thinner they get. That's the way it is. My words
may be rough, but the principle is sound."

Jia Li's face turned completely red. Sister Wu had no idea that the real reason for Jia Li's blush was that her own husband didn't want this
fertile land, but instead, her husband's father was diligently cultivating it.

"Let me tell you a secret, Tingting, you'll need this even before you get married. I make soup for my husband every month
—pork kidney soup, bull penis soup, walnut chicken soup—it's incredibly aphrodisiac! Especially in this cold winter, a little
angelica and mutton soup will keep your husband completely under my thumb! Look at my husband, he's over forty, and he's
no less capable than when he was young." Sister Wu spoke with spittle flying everywhere, her voice rising unnoticed.

"Sister, be gentle..." Jia Li was even more embarrassed. In her mind, however, she had come to
this conclusion: the reason her father-in-law, who was over sixty, hadn't experienced a decline in sexual ability in the past two years, and even had sex
twice last night, was firstly because the two of them strictly controlled the frequency and amount of sex, only having it about once a week
, focusing on quality rather than quantity, never rushing things, and never indulging in promiscuity.

Secondly, it was probably because of her father-in-law's superb cooking skills, especially his soup-making skills, emphasizing health and nourishment, making him
very yang-rich. Her father-in-law, though over sixty, was still quite virile, while she herself, approaching thirty,
found her desire to be with a man stronger than in previous years. Seeing him naked as he made breakfast that morning, she
even felt an urge to be pinned down and have him fill her emptiness…

“What are you thinking about, Xiao Li?”

“No need to ask, of course I’m thinking about men…”

Accompanied by Ding Ting’s giggling laughter and Jia Li’s flushed face, the midday hour seemed both happy and short.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but just as it was almost time to leave work, Jia Li was suddenly
stopped .

“Xiao Li, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it? Why didn’t you say it at noon?” “

It has nothing to do with Sister Wu…”

“You’re coming with me to meet someone later.”

“Who?”

(Part Three)

“Come on, you’ll find out when we get there.”

“Are you going to tell me or not? If you don’t, I’m not going.”

“Okay, okay…” Seeing that Jia Li was really about to leave, Ding Ting grabbed her. "Do you still remember Yang Mengjue?"

"Yang Mengjue?" After just a few seconds of confusion, fragments of past memories
gradually .

"How did she find you?" Jia Li's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Oh, we met on the street last time, exchanged phone numbers, and she said she wanted to get together with you and catch up."

"What's there to get together about? We're not the same kind of people." Jia Li's tone was dismissive, as if the two of them did indeed have some
unresolved issues from the past.

"So many years have passed, Xiao Li, you should let it go by now."

"What can't I let go of? If I want to see her, I'll see her. I want to see what changes she's made of."

Ding Ting remained silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

"Hello? Dad, it's me, Xiao Li." Jia Li picked up her phone.

"I won't be home for dinner tonight."

"Okay, I have something important to do. You eat by yourself."

"Take care of yourself too."

"Yeah...me too."

Hanging up the phone, the woman's beautiful eyes flashed with a fierce light,
as if she wanted to kill everything in their path.

The snow continued to fall heavily on the streets; the new branches and buds would need a very long time to fully bloom.

Old Zhou slowly tidied the house. At his age, thanks to his good health and the
blessings of heaven, there weren't many elderly people as nimble as him. However,
despite this He avoided arguments, remained humble and patient, believing that only with a calm mind could one achieve inner peace
, and only with inner peace could one calm down.

Except on rare occasions, even when having sex with his daughter-in-law, Old Zhou adheres to a slow and deliberate approach. Sufficient
foreplay, leisurely caresses and thrusting—each sexual encounter lasts over an hour. Coupled with
their agreed-upon frequency of sex once or twice a week, prioritizing quality over quantity, this allows the young couple to
consistently reach the peak of their passion.

After buying groceries early in the morning, helping his daughter-in-law tidy up the room, washing and tidying up, having lunch, and then
taking —this is Old Zhou's daily retirement life. Since his son and daughter-in-law repeatedly quarreled, he has been coming home
less and less often, claiming to be working overtime, but both he and his daughter-in-law know the real reason. The lack of effective communication between the couple has led to numerous
misunderstandings causing their family conflicts to escalate and pushing them to the brink of collapse, even though this has ironically
benefited Old Zhou.

These young people nowadays have completely forgotten that family is the true essence of life.

"Hello? Oh, it's Xiaoli."

"Are you working overtime?"

"Be careful about hygiene when eating out, watch out for the cold..."

There was no one else in the office, but Old Zhou suddenly lowered his voice: "Dad loves you..."

His daughter-in-law wasn't coming home for dinner, and his son was even less likely to come home. The old man suddenly felt dejected, suddenly
feeling like he had nothing to do, which stumped him. Playing chess was an important part of his leisure time,
but unfortunately the old men playing chess in the garden downstairs had such poor sportsmanship that Old Zhou usually didn't like
to play with them. After dinner, after hesitating for a moment, Old Zhou went out alone.

At dusk, in the brightly lit city center square, men and women in red and green were silhouetted against the starry sky.

The Qingya Pavilion, a Cantonese restaurant on the twelfth floor, wasn't very crowded, perhaps
due to its high price. Many eyes were secretly drawn to a table by the window, where three stunningly
beautiful women , each tall and alluring, sat. Yang Mengjue sat on one side, Jia Li and Ding Ting on the other,
and no one spoke.

"Sister Li, I know you still haven't...
" Jia Li didn't utter another
word from between her neat, white teeth.

"I know I owe you something I may never be able to repay. So many years have passed, and I just want to say
I'm sorry... I heard you've been married for several years now, and I sincerely wish you well."

"Thank you." Seeing her soften, Jia Li seemed slightly appeased, but remained sparing with her words.

Looking at the young woman before her, Jia Li saw that the arrogant and domineering air of her youth was completely gone. Her beautiful
face still shone, but a hint of weariness was visible. She was not yet twenty-four,
the most beautiful age in a woman's life, yet she looked as mature as Jia Li, a woman who had been married for many years. Could time
really change a person?

"How are you and Fang Lei?" Jia Li asked proactively.

"We're...we're fine."

Seeing the woman's stammering, Jia Li knew that things couldn't be as she said. She
desperately wanted to know what had happened over the years.

"It's alright, as long as you're still together, that's good. I've never taken him seriously." Jia Li stated her position,
perhaps still harboring resentment towards Yang Mengjue for stealing her love back then, but she couldn't bring herself to lash out.

"Sister, I'm so glad you can forgive me. I know I've wronged you, and I've been looking for an opportunity
to apologize all these years."

"Cheers, ladies! Let bygones be bygones." Ding Ting
quickly smoothed things over, "I'll go first!" She raised her glass of red wine.

The crisp sound of the glass clinking echoed. Could the past really just vanish like smoke?

On the way home, Jia Li was deep in thought. Things couldn't be as simple as she imagined;
the woman must still have something to say.

After saying goodbye to Ding Ting, she returned home, only to find her father-in-law hadn't arrived.
Jia Li changed her coat and shoes and saw a thermal box on the table, containing food and a pot of braised pork trotters soup,
still warm to the touch. There was a small note on the table; Jia Li knew without reading it that her father-in-law
had left it out .

"Xiao Li, you're back! I'm sorry I'm late. Would you like something to eat? If you want some soup, Dad will
heat it up for you." Old Zhou opened the door, only to find his daughter-in-law had returned first.

"Dad, where did you go?"

"Oh, I went to play chess with Old Zhang. I got so engrossed that I was late, haha."

Old Zhang? The security guard at the security office downstairs in the company building? He was only a little over 1.6 meters tall,
dark- , and spoke with a thick, rustic accent, looking every bit like an old farmer who had just moved to the city. Jia Li frowned
. "Didn't I tell you? Don't

keep associating with that old man." "You become like those you associate with, right?" Old Zhou gave Jia Li a serious look. "We've
known each other for decades. Back when I was in the countryside, his whole family helped me. We can't be ungrateful, can we?"

"That's true..."

"Don't look at him like that. His son became a judge in the city court last month. He's much more successful than your man."

"He's not exactly a good person. A judge son and a security guard father. How unfilial must that son be?"

"You know what, it was Old Zhang who insisted on becoming a security guard. He said he wouldn't let his son use connections.
It's good for an old man from the countryside to be a security guard. His son is a really filial son. In that respect, he's
better than your man."

"What do you mean, my man? My man, not your son."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Old Zhou still doted on her.

"Besides, tonight, you're my man." Jia Li kissed Old Zhou on the cheek, making the old man
laugh.

Jia Li was only pretending to be angry; she was easily appeased.

"Your 66th birthday is at the end of the month. Let's call Jianpeng back tomorrow night to discuss what to do."

"Okay." Old Zhou didn't object; after all, he hadn't seen his son in a long time.

"By the way, how about I cook this weekend?"

"You, can you handle it?"

"Don't underestimate me!" Jia Li glared at him, pretending to be angry. "I'll make you some soup.
Don't worry, it'll be delicious!"

The air in the room was humid and warm. Jia Li took a sip of the soybean and pig's trotter soup Old Zhou had made. "Mmm, delicious!"

The next morning, after making breakfast for his daughter-in-law, Old Zhou went to the market to buy groceries. His son was
coming home for dinner that evening, and the family could finally sit down together for a proper meal. He thought that this was what a home should feel like.

His son, Zhou Jianpeng, hadn't been home for some time; he guessed that he had another woman, and his daughter-in-law was also...
Without saying a word, no one dared to speak of it. The old man, seeing how wonderful Li was, realized his son didn't want her, so he, as her father, had to cherish her. All

day, the old man was busy with housework and racking his brains for dinner. Finally, after painstakingly
preparing six dishes and a soup, his son and daughter-in-law returned home, but the atmosphere there was completely unexpected for Old Zhou.

"Work, work, work! Do you even care about this family? Now look what's happened, you don't even come home!"

"If I don't work, who will give you money to buy bags, clothes, and cosmetics? Who will give you..."

"You bastard! Is this what I want?! You know perfectly well how much you give to the family! Don't think I don't
know you have a woman outside!"

"So what if I have a woman! Even a sow can give birth! What can you do
! You've done everything around the house, big and small! It's all Dad who does it!"

"Zhou Jianpeng, you shameless bastard!"

The old man's carefully prepared dishes were ignored at the dinner table. Seeing his daughter-in-law and son almost
coming to blows right in front of him, Old Zhou couldn't hold back any longer.

"Get out of here!" Old Zhou slammed his chopsticks down on the table, startling Jia Li
and Zhou Jianpeng.

"Arguing! Arguing! Arguing! Don't you want this family anymore?"

Jia Li lowered her head and didn't speak. Zhou Jianpeng didn't dare to look at his father either. In his memory, his
father rarely got angry.

"If you don't want to live like this, get the hell out! Those who want to live a decent life, stay!" The old man's strong voice
echoed repeatedly in the room.

Zhou Jianpeng vaguely sensed something was wrong. His father never took sides, but today his words were clearly directed at him.

After a long silence, Zhou Jianpeng lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"All you know is smoking! One day you'll smoke yourself to death!" Old Zhou cursed fiercely.

"Fine, I'll go outside to smoke!" Zhou Jianpeng frowned. "Hmph! I can't stay in this house anymore!"

"Bang!" Zhou Jianpeng slammed the door shut and stormed out without looking back.

Jia Li was stunned. She hadn't expected Zhou Jianpeng to actually leave, and Old Zhou was also speechless.

The two women sat there, tears welling up in Jia Li's eyes.
The husband who had sworn eternal love and accompanied her through countless days and nights, the Zhou Jianpeng who had vowed to love her for a lifetime, was gone
forever .

She was only twenty-seven, childless, and an orphan. If she really got divorced, what would she do for the rest of her
life ? She had always been a woman who needed to be loved, but the
men who lingered over her because of her stunning beauty had never given her true support. Remarry? If she were just an ordinary woman,
would men still fawn over her? Which man could she still trust?

"Your favorite vegetables," Old Zhou said, placing a large piece of his chopsticks on Jia Li's plate.

Jia Li's eyes were red as she looked at her father-in-law, the only man she trusted now, the
only man she could rely on. But Old Zhou remained solemn, as if nothing had happened.

"Even if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up for you,"

Jia Li said, her body trembling. She hugged Old Zhou tightly with her long arms, tears streaming down her face.

She was truly crying.

**********
...

"Dad, I'm home!" 　　Hearing his daughter-in-law's cheerful voice, as pleasant as her face, Old Zhou, sitting on the sofa watching TV, was overjoyed . Although people of their generation never really cared about their own birthdays, it was already rare for his daughter-in-law to remember, especially since his son hadn't even called, and hadn't returned . The old man's heart was as cold as the weather outside. 　　"Dad, the cake." Jia Li gently placed the cake on the coffee table. 　　Jia Li removed her heavy down jacket and coat, instantly revealing her charming and slender figure. It was a fitted, dark-colored cheongsam she had worn for her performance at the company's annual party, adorned with flowers as beautiful and alluring as its wearer. 　　The cheongsam was custom-made by the most experienced tailor in Shanghai last year; the exquisite fabric and delicate patterns accentuated the young woman's near-perfect curves. 　　"Xiao Li, I'm so happy you're back." 　　Jia Li wasn't the kind of woman who was particularly skilled with her hands; after painstakingly putting the candles on, she refused to let Old Zhou help. 　　"Dad, blow out the candles and make a wish!" Jia Li's sweet smile was always so heartwarming. 　　"Okay, all done." 　　Jia Li turned on the light, and the dark room was once again filled with warm light. 　　The young woman's long, smooth hair was neatly styled in a bun, and her thin, form-fitting cheongsam showed off her exquisite femininity. She wore only black stockings and high heels, which made her long, beautiful legs appear even more taut, arousing a desire to tear them open and see what lay beneath. 　　"Xiao Li, you look so beautiful today." 　　"Dad, am I not beautiful usually?" Jia Li said coquettishly. 　　"Beautiful! Beautiful! Xiao Li, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life!" 　　With a soft "pfft," two small dimples appeared on Jia Li's pretty face. Hearing the man praise her like that, she almost laughed unrestrainedly.

"Dad, Jianpeng has never praised me like this before," Jia Li told a little lie.

"That's because he doesn't know how to cherish you."

"I'm freezing dressed like this today, but it's all for you, you old man!"

"Dad knows, come here and let Dad pamper you." Old Zhou stretched out his arm, and Jia Li's tall, slender body leaned into
the old man's arms.

"Aren't you going to eat cake?" Jia Li sat on Old Zhou's lap, her arms wrapped around her father-in-law's neck, like a
young girl pleading with her father.

"I'll eat, but I'll eat you first."

Jia Li giggled seductively, her laughter light and somewhat lewd.

The old man's lips immediately pressed against hers, silencing the young woman's ringing laughter, and the young woman immediately responded passionately
.

Jia Li's luscious red lips kissed her husband's father-in-law wantonly, her delicate tongue brazenly
venturing into the old man's aged mouth, swirling and intertwining with his thick tongue. Saliva from their tongues
flowed back and forth in their mouths.

The sweet scent of young Jia Li's hair wafted into Lao Zhou's nostrils, causing him to open
his eyes . The combined stimulation of sight, smell, and taste sent him into a frenzy.

The young woman could clearly feel the improvement in the old man's kissing skills. Her delicate, fair arms clung tightly to Lao Zhou,
her alluring body swaying slightly with passion. The old man's hands were also busy, constantly caressing
the young woman's straight, smooth back. Sometimes his palms slid to her slender waist and pert buttocks, his fingers occasionally
brushing against her mysterious, tender perineum, naturally eliciting a squirming motion from her tall frame. It

was a very long, wet kiss, lasting almost ten minutes, a deep kiss that made Lao Zhou feel almost intoxicated. 　　The tall Jia Li was practically lying on her side, their faces covered in each other's saliva. 　　Lao Zhou helped Jia Li straighten up, unbuttoning the first button of her cheongsam, revealing her snow-white neck. 　　The second one. The 　　third one. 　　First, it was Jia Li's sexy collarbone, then her full, firm breasts. Old Zhou reached into the now-defunct neckline of the young woman's cheongsam , skillfully unbuttoning the front of her black bra, revealing her flawless, white breasts . 　　Jia Li was already aroused, her eyes slightly closed, quietly feeling the stimulation of her father-in-law's rough hands, roughened from years of housework, on her delicate skin. 　　Old Zhou twisted the two pink nipples on her round, firm breasts. The old man's mouth pressed against hers again, kissing her lips, earlobes, and collarbone, until he took one nipple into his mouth. 　　"Ah..." Jia Li cried out uncontrollably like a cat in heat. 　　The cheongsam's slit reached her thighs, and Old Zhou's other hand slipped inside, caressing the young woman's buttocks. 　　Jia Li stared at her father-in-law with seductive eyes, thinking that the Japanese porn she had downloaded for him earlier hadn't been waste. 　　Old Zhou flipped up his daughter-in-law's cheongsam, revealing glimpses of her mysterious triangle. 　　Jia Li was wearing black lace stockings, looking extremely lewd. The moment Old Zhou's fingers touched the young woman 's genitals, he discovered her panties were already soaked. 　　"Little slut, you're so wet, aren't you ashamed?" the old man teased, flicking Jia Li's firm nose with his finger. 　　"You old lecher are amazing!" 　　Old Zhou slowly began to pull down the young woman's panties, which were now practically useless. The young woman raised her legs to cooperate with the old man 's movements until the black lace panties were pulled down to the ankle of one long leg. 　　Jia Li obediently helped Old Zhou take off his clothes and pants, then quickly removed his panties, grabbing his slightly erect penis and greedily sucking on it. She couldn't wait any longer. 　　Jia Li's oral sex skills were superb. Soon, Old Zhou felt his genitals hard as a rock. However, he remained patient, adhering to the principle of "slow," and helped his daughter-in-law into the bedroom. Then, naked Old Zhou and Jia Li, whose cheongsam had been loosened to the bare minimum, began to engage in "69" sex 　　with practiced ease. Unlike before, the young, tall woman was on the bottom, and the elderly Old Zhou was on top. He used every method to tease and stimulate his daughter-in-law's delicate buds—something he knew all too well. He knelt with his legs spread on either side of his daughter-in-law's head, fully enjoying the young woman's exquisite oral service. He even slowly thrust into Jia Li's vulva, just as his own penis had galloped freely inside her vagina, penetrating deep into the young beauty's throat—a strangely pleasurable sensation. 　　The young woman's body was completely aroused. Jia Li, wearing stockings and high heels, lay on the bed , her long, straight legs spread apart by her husband's father. The old man's aging penis stood erect like a key, the glans pressing against her young vulva, then rubbing and teasing . 　　"Dad, I'm itchy..." 　　"Where is itchy?" 　　"My heart is itchy..." 　　"Still itchy?" Old Zhou thrust his lower body forward, and with a "whoosh," his penis slowly entered his daughter-in-law's vagina, the tight pleasure striking like lightning. 　　"Mmm... ah... still... a little..." 　　"And now?" Old Zhou didn't hold back anymore, his entire penis disappearing into Jia Li's young body. 　　"Mmm... much better." Jia Li's face was full of lust, her tongue licking her charming lips: "It would be even better if you could scratch me... ah!..." 　　Before Jia Li could finish speaking, Old Zhou's lower body began to thrust. 　　Old Zhou deliberately thrust slowly, causing young Jia Li to writhe her alabaster-white body. Occasionally, he would suddenly increase the force, penetrating deeply, reaching the young woman's very soul through her vagina. 　　Jia Li felt as if she were ascending to heaven; this gentle pleasure was unlike anything any strong man had ever given her. Through thin black stockings, she tightly wrapped her legs around her father-in-law's waist , her feet taut to prevent her high heels from falling, so as not to disturb the older man who was bringing her endless pleasure.

She glanced sideways at the quartz clock on the wall; it was already past eleven. Good heavens, if it weren't for
the ethical barrier of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she truly wanted to marry this man thirty-nine years her senior. The fatherly love and
meticulous care that no one else could provide, the sexual prowess that seemed untouched by age—these were things
no one else could offer!

She felt she was going crazy.

Old Zhou thrust vigorously into the young woman beneath him, meticulous as if he were cooking. It seems that
not only governing a large country is like cooking a small fish, but so is making love!

Although the tall Jia Li wasn't exactly petite, she was immersed in pleasure, and her soft
body was easily turned over by her father-in-law. The sounds of their differing breathing only paused for a moment
before resuming.

"Dad...I love it when you fuck me from behind...harder..."

The old man still followed the "nine shallow, one deep" rule, even though the walls of his daughter-in-law's young vagina
tightly gripped his penis, biting at every nerve.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and Jia Li's orgasm came unexpectedly.

Old Zhou's penis remained inside Jia Li's vagina, then he pulled it out. The young woman felt a huge emptiness,
then she was turned around, and that fullness returned as she wished. The old man held his daughter-in-law's delicate body, his hands
caressing her smooth back, his gaze fixed on Jia Li's captivating eyes.

Their eyes met.

Old Zhou paused for a moment, then the speed of his lower body gradually increased.

The young woman's voice grew louder, and her words became more lewd.

Gazing at the young, beautiful woman in her cheongsam and stockings, Old Zhou felt as if he had been transported back to his
prime . Back then, when he went to Shanghai for work, he saw Shanghai women in cheongsams on the streets—their waists, their breasts, their
buttocks—which, in that innocent era, ignited his primal desires. Now, those desires were being satisfied even more intensely!

Jia Li's consciousness was becoming hazy, and so was Old Zhou's. He quickened his pace.

Accelerate!

Take off!

The old man felt his penis penetrate incredibly deep, the tip even breaking through the cervix's
defenses . The muscles inside the young woman's vagina convulsed wildly. Old Zhou bent down and
kissed his daughter-in-law's beautiful lips, his glans gripped tightly by her clitoris. Their genitals were locked together like their lips, unable to separate, and
hot semen erupted like lava!

The aged sperm was still full of vitality, flowing ceaselessly into the young woman's vibrant womb.

Ten minutes later, the young woman finally stopped panting, her soft body no longer trembling spasmodically.

Old Zhou, being older, was still breathing faster than usual. But the sense of accomplishment he felt from fucking his young and beautiful
model daughter-in-law until she was almost rolling her eyes back was something he could only dream of.

Jia Li's long legs, which had been tightly gripping Old Zhou's waist, finally loosened completely, and Old Zhou was finally able to completely withdraw from
his daughter-in-law young and beautiful body.

"Dad."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry, there's no birthday present except for the cake."

"Nonsense. I received the best gift."

Jia Li smiled gently, "Trust my dad, there will be an even better gift."

(V)

February's spring breeze is like scissors.

It was Friday afternoon, and office workers were eagerly waiting to get off work.

At this moment. On the top floor of a seven-story hotel in the north of the city, in a small room at the end of the corridor.

"Teacher Ma, are you alright?" The speaker was a well-dressed young man who was not yet thirty years old, and
rather short, probably only 1.65 meters tall.

"Okay!"

"Teacher Ma, if that's good, why don't you bring Teacher Zhao along next time?"

"Oh... Xiao Song..." The bald, middle-aged man called Teacher Ma
glanced , paused, and said, "Teacher Zhao is getting old, and his legs aren't very mobile. Being a university professor is very
hard work, so you young people should be more understanding!"

"I understand, I understand! Teacher Ma, didn't Xiao Yang say he'd bring another friend next time? I think
Teacher would definitely be interested..."

"Oh?" The bald man suddenly hesitated. He knelt on the large double bed in the hotel, looking
down the young woman lying on the bed with his ugly penis in her mouth, separated from him by his large, gaping belly. The woman
had a slender and graceful figure, her charming eyes looking at him resentfully, her tender cherry-like nipples constantly welcoming his
thrusts.

"Is that so, Xiao Yang?" The bald man deliberately thrust forward forcefully, his dark penis plunging straight into the young woman
's throat.

Caught off guard by the sudden movement, the woman quickly suppressed her nausea and nodded repeatedly, her mouth still
filled with the man's penis, only managing soft moans of "Mmm... Mmm..."

The bald man suddenly became tender towards her, his stubby fingers tracing the beautiful woman's long, coiled hair as he
affectionately stroked her head. "What a rare gem!" he said, then with a laborious thrust of his obese
waist, "pop," his penis was pulled out of the woman's mouth.

"How old are you, girl?"

"Twenty-three, I'll be twenty-four in April."

"No wonder, she's more attentive than those eighteen or nineteen-year-old students."

"Teacher Ma, this girl is a real runway model."

"Oh, I knew it! Tall, fair-skinned, beautiful, and most importantly, she has great charisma! Not bad!"

"Especially those long legs, enough to keep me entertained for a while!" The bald man called Teacher Ma skillfully
spread the woman's long legs apart. "Girl, let Uncle Ma give you a good rub."

Accompanied by the bald man's ugly lewd laughter, his swollen glans rubbed and teased her tender vulva.

"Hmm, already wet? You're really good material for a whore!"

"Hmm... ah..." The woman's charming voice
involuntarily , and her slender, fair body began to cooperate with the man's thrusting.

Winter had not yet passed, spring had not yet arrived, the ice and snow were just beginning to melt; people had not yet moved, but hearts had already traveled far, young and old alike were filled with joy.

After finishing her work, Jia Li sat alone in her office chair, lost in thought. This had been the case since the Lunar New Year.
It's been half a month since I've had proper sex with my father-in-law. I only managed a quick oral sex session with him before leaving
home
. My own desires haven't been satisfied yet, and this weekend I'm determined to have a proper intimacy session with him .

Since my husband, Jianpeng, has practically run away from home, their desire for intimacy is no longer a secret.
Since you, Zhou Jianpeng, have a mistress, I have nothing to be ashamed of.

"Xiaoli, come here, I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Sister Wu?"

Jia Li was called to the stairwell opposite the restroom by Sister Wu. Sister Wu carefully closed the door and
said earnestly, "Xiaoli, have you and your husband been having disagreements lately?"

"No." Jia Li was surprised, but quickly composed herself.

"Don't blame me for being nosy, I'm doing this for your own good. This morning on my way to work, I passed the central square and saw your
husband with another woman." Sister Wu's voice was soft, but every word was precious.

Jia Li had long been prepared for her husband's infidelity, but when the day actually arrived, she felt
completely helpless .

"Your husband is looking at jewelry in a China Gold store with a beautiful woman."

Jia Li's heart clenched. She believed, and wanted to believe, Sister Wu's words. Her husband's infidelity wasn't without
evidence. She had always thought it was only because they couldn't have children that her husband, Zhou Jianpeng, was physically unfaithful. But
the fact that he was taking another woman to a gold jewelry store was irrefutable
proof of .

This marriage was indeed beyond repair.

Seeing Jia Li's bewildered and helpless eyes, Sister Wu quickly comforted her, "Xiao Li, don't be sad!
Maybe I'm mistaken. I'm getting old..."

"No, Sister, you're not mistaken. He really has another woman outside."

Jia Li's eyes welled up with tears, her beautiful eyes red and particularly endearing. No
woman can remain unmoved by the prospect of a broken family. Women are, after all, made of water, fragile and
easily brought to tears.

Suddenly, Jia Li saw her father-in-law's kind face, his words, "Even if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up for you," seemingly still
echoing in her ears.

Divorce! I want a divorce!

Jia Li, usually a strong woman, was startled by her outburst, and Sister Wu quickly pulled out a
pack of tissues to wipe Jia Li's tears.

"Sister Wu."

"Hmm?"

"Did you see what that woman looked like?"

"Oh, no, I only saw your husband turn around to make a phone call. That woman kept her back turned.
By the way, that woman is very tall and has a good figure. I initially thought it was you, but when I came to work, I realized
her clothes were different from yours."

"Thank you, Sister Wu." Jia Li tried hard to calm herself, even though her red eyes would surely
betray her.

Jia Li stood in the hallway for a long time, staring blankly out the window. Her mind was in turmoil;
she couldn't hear a word Wu Jie said. Only one thought occupied her mind: divorce was inevitable. She just wanted to see
who the mistress who had destroyed her marriage was, to meet her, and to ask her why she had taken away Zhou Jianpeng, whom she had once deeply loved,
and how she had done so.

Wu Jie, a seasoned gossipmonger with extensive experience, casually fabricated some juicy gossip back in the office
. No one noticed the dried tear tracks on Jia Li's face.

Even Ding Ting didn't notice that Jia Li had cried; they chatted about it on the way home from work.

"Tingting, I always felt like Yang Mengjue had a lot more to say than what she did last time she invited us to dinner."

"Oh, you mean her? Don't worry, she just knows a few photographers who can make some money by taking pictures,
and she wants to get us involved."

"Take pictures? They won't be naked, will they? I've heard this industry is very chaotic."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry. So what if we take our clothes off? We've done it before...

"

"Okay, okay, stop it. Don't bring up the past. We were too young then..."

"In the modeling industry, those like you are truly virtuous and chaste, extremely rare. Don't worry,
they can't take advantage of me. Besides, we're too old to compare with girls under twenty. These days,
young girls will do anything for money. Modeling is a youth-oriented industry, that's true, but even if you switch careers,
how much do we earn a month now?"

"I have enough to live on."

"That's because you don't have children. It's different if you have children."

"You didn't have one either, did you? What's up? Got the father of the child?"

"No way! If you don't want to go, you don't have to. I already told her I probably wouldn't go. I'll go
check on you this weekend. If nothing comes up, I'll call you next time." "

Okay!"

Meanwhile, in room 701 of the Shibei Hotel, bald Teacher Ma was hurriedly straightening his
clothes .

"Little Song, I'm sorry, your teacher's wife called, I have to go back." He
loosened his tie, then walked to the bedside, reluctantly touching the young woman's long, white legs.

"Little Song, who's next? Such a good woman, it's a waste not to take her. Come on, come on." The bald
man beckoned to another student-looking boy with a buzz cut in the room.

The boy looked to be in his early twenties, even a little immature.

"Teacher Ma, you've worked hard today. Everyone, please save some energy. Yang is bringing
a . Let the model rest too, okay?"

The beautiful model on the bed was Yang Mengjue. She sighed with relief, making a very quiet sound that
went unnoticed.

"Yes, yes, sustainable development! I'll be going now. Take another look at the photos. We're all photography
enthusiasts, so if there are any poses we missed today, we can take them next time."

"Teacher Ma, have a good day."

The door slammed shut, and the old beast was finally gone.

Xiao Song was clearly the main organizer of this private photoshoot, which had gathered about seven or eight people.
The so-called photography enthusiasts each paid five thousand yuan and signed a confidentiality agreement. The bald Mr. Ma was
the secretary of the university's Youth League Committee, and Mr. Zhao was a university professor specializing in photography, a renowned figure in the photography world.

It was completely dark when the photographers who participated in the private shoot began packing up their equipment. Some started looking at
their "works" on their SLR cameras, feeling very
disappointed Of course, their contracts stipulated that they could only take pictures and not have any other ideas. Those who could get with the beautiful women
were probably the kind of people who couldn't just get things done by paying money.

Yang Mengjue was still lying on the bed, barely clothed. She was a little tired, and her face was covered by a thin veil, originally
meant to conceal her modesty, but now it seemed rather alluring.

After almost everyone had left, Yang Mengjue was still naked. As soon as Xiao Song closed the door, he
eagerly climbed onto her exquisite body. Before she could speak, Xiao Song had already brought his penis to her lips.

Another round of lovemaking ensued.

Yang Mengjue wasn't wearing high heels, but her impressive height of 177 centimeters still made
it difficult for Xiao Song to reach her. She bent over, her white buttocks raised, her hands braced on the bed, her long, beautiful legs stretched
straight .

Xiao Song was frantically fucking the beauty in front of him. He came from a wealthy family, had an excellent job, and wasn't bad-looking, but
his short stature was an insurmountable flaw. Since his student days, he had liked tall girls, but
the result was predictable. Yang Mengjue was a full twelve centimeters taller than him, and a young beauty;
she probably wouldn't even give him a second glance on the street, but that's society.

Finally, in a distorted pleasure, Xiao Song almost jumped up and ejaculated inside Yang Mengjue. The two
collapsed onto the bed, panting.

He removed the condom, which was covered in semen. After a hasty clean-up, Xiao Song put 20,000
yuan .

"Count it."

"No need to count. I believe you."

"If you only bring one person the day after tomorrow, according to the contract, it'll be two thousand instead of five thousand." Xiao Song
paused . "Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for."

"Juejue, come with me, I'll give you anything you want!" Xiao Song suddenly became a little excited.

"Dongzi, there's no way we can be together." Yang Mengjue was still looking at the ceiling, her eyes somewhat melancholy.

"I know you love him, but... but he's already a cripple..."

When Yang Mengjue glared at him with a fierce look, Xiao Song couldn't help but shake his head.

"If Fang Lei hadn't gotten addicted to drugs, you would be so happy!" Xiao Song sighed and placed a carton of
milk on the bedside table. "It's what you like to drink."

Seeing that Yang Mengjue ignored him, he left the hotel alone.

(To be continued)

(VI)

The midday sun in late winter is a gift of nature that people living in the Northern Hemisphere are most unwilling to give up,
and so is Jia Li. She sat alone in a roadside cafe on the commercial street, ordered a cappuccino and a
small piece of Black Forest cake, and kept swiping her iPhone 4s.

At the next table was a handsome young man who looked like he was of mixed race. He would occasionally steal glances at the beautiful young woman not far away,
but the young woman was completely unaware, because she always focused her attention on her phone. Her purpose was very clear. She came to find clues about the mistress that Sister Wu had mentioned. She had been there since before 10 a.m.
, which was probably more than three hours.

Jia Li knew this was likely a futile effort, but she persisted in observing the coffee shop. Whenever
a tall, beautiful young woman approached the jewelry store, she would become extremely alert.

Tall, beautiful women like Jia Li weren't easy to find, especially since young women these days
often frequented brands like Swarovski and Tiffany to choose jewelry. However, Jia Li
suspected that Zhou Jianpeng, having been involved with that vixen for so many years, might have indeed promised to divorce his wife
and marry her. If so, choosing gold and silver jewelry like rings and necklaces was
one of the most important things in a woman's life, and that woman might reappear. Since her husband wasn't home, she couldn't
get any information through his phone, making this the only clue she had so far.

"Hi, hello, can we get to know each other?" The handsome man, clearly impatient, struck up
a conversation .

Faced with the tall, handsome young man's striking physique and deep, handsome features, Jia Li showed absolutely no interest.
She merely glanced at him before her captivating eyes drifted back to the window, where her true interest lay.

The handsome young man, clearly undeterred by her rebuff, was determined. No woman had ever resisted his charming smile.
He smiled faintly, resolving to conquer the beauty before him.

"My name is..."

"I have absolutely no interest in your name." Jia Li didn't even look up at him again
, rudely interrupting him.

The handsome young man was embarrassed. Even though others would think they were a perfect match, perhaps
it was just a lovers' quarrel.

Jia Li looked up at him again, and seeing him about to speak, immediately said coldly, "
You've been pampered since childhood, handsome and rich. Whether it's women or anything else, you can
get But you don't know how to cherish it. Isn't that pathetic?"

The handsome young man was suddenly stunned, speechless for a moment.

"I'm already married, please stop bothering me."

"But you're not wearing a ring, are you?" the handsome man managed to say, seizing the opportunity.

"Because I'm getting a divorce."

"Then I still have a chance. Why don't you try being with me..." The young man seemed to
have grasped at a lone log in a vast ocean.

"I already have someone I love, and I love him very much. He's older, not handsome, and doesn't have much money, but he
truly loves me. You wouldn't understand yet, because you're too young." Jia Li finished speaking, her expression
revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.

"I have something to do." Jia Li's words were brief and hurried. She then picked up her bag and left the coffee shop.

She did have something to do, something important. Just moments before, while she was talking to the handsome mixed-race man, a tall, slender
figure flashed past and entered the jewelry store across the street.

Although it was brief, Jia Li could still tell who the woman was.

It was Yang Mengjue!

Jia Li didn't have time to think; she quickly left the coffee shop and merged into the bustling crowd of the commercial street, leaving the young,
handsome man standing there dumbfounded.

Jia Li quietly hid in the crowd, weaving and shifting for a long time, until Yang Mengjue walked out of the jewelry store.
Only then did she walk to the counter where Yang Mengjue had lingered, gazing at the dazzling array of gold and silver rings, as if she had
returned to the year five years ago when she was about to become a bride.

"Miss, which one do you like? You can try it on." A sweet female voice
pulled .

"Um…" Jia Li felt a little abrupt, but she quickly composed herself.

"Well, the beautiful lady looking at rings over there is my sister." Jia Li lied without batting an eye
, a quick wit that even she admired.

"I was just saying, she's so tall and has such a great presence." The saleswoman immediately put on a
smile .

"My parents don't know my sister is getting married yet. She's still young, but as her older sister, I support her."

Jia Li continued to cover up her previous lie. "Did she come here with my future brother-in-law?" "

Is he a tall, handsome young man?"

"Yes, yes." The saleswoman answered immediately.

"That's good. You don't know my sister, she changes boyfriends faster than she changes clothes because she's pretty
. Since she's getting married, it's best if she stays with the same one." Jia Li's delicate face showed a
relieved expression, but inside she was filled with mixed feelings.

If that mistress really was Yang Mengjue, she thought she would definitely kill that woman. Suddenly
recalling Yang Mengjue's hesitant words at the Qingya Pavilion dinner, Jia Li became even more suspicious. This woman
stole Fang Lei six years ago; could she be stealing Zhou Jianpeng now?

She tried hard to suppress her anger, politely finished telling the fabricated story to the sales clerk,
and then quickly left the jewelry store.

Jia Li's mind went blank, and she returned home somewhat dejectedly.

Seeing her daughter-in-law's distress, Old Zhou was naturally anxious. After repeated questioning, Jia Li finally revealed
her concerns and suspicions. Her dependence on her father-in-law was all-encompassing, from physical intimacy to daily life, and it seemed only
he could offer her advice on this matter.

Being an elder with extensive experience, Old Zhou quickly comforted his daughter-in-law after hearing Jia Li's account.

"Xiao Li, I think you shouldn't speculate without evidence."

"Dad, but I..." Despite this, Jia Li still couldn't calm down.

"Well then, seeing you troubled makes me feel bad too. I have a remedy that can cure your heartache."

"What?" Jia Li perked up at the mention of it.

"But it needs a medicinal ingredient."

"Oh, what is it, Dad?"

"This..." The old man pulled down his pants, revealing a ferocious python.

"You old lecher!" Jia Li couldn't help but chuckle.

"Here, eat it, and I guarantee you'll be cured." Old Zhou finished speaking and reached for Jia Li's belt.

"Ugh! It's still daytime! The curtains aren't even drawn yet..." Jia Li scolded coquettishly,
but her delicate hands began to remove her top.

"How does it taste? Delicious, right?"

"It's alright, but it has a fishy smell. Didn't I wash it yesterday?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter!"

After a long time of intimacy, it was as refreshing as rain after a drought.

"Mmm... Dad, that's good!"

"Dad, a little deeper..."

"Oh... yes... yes... right there..."

"Ah... so good... so good..."

"Dad... I love you..."

"...Kill me..."

...

The afternoon sun was bright and clear. To resist the winter chill, one had to exercise their body's functions
. Forty years ago, when he was down on his luck in the countryside, the young Old Zhou worked hard in the fields, shouting slogans
and swinging his arms, cultivating the somewhat barren land.

Now, Old Zhou was just as diligent, working hard on the fertile soil beneath him. He sang a rhythmic
melody in his heart, swinging his lower body back and forth dramatically. He felt as if he had never grown old, and his young
daughter-in-law's charming demeanor and eyes affirmed his achievements.

Just like then, he broke out in a light sweat, still feeling incredibly happy and fulfilled.

Nearly seventy years old, Old Zhou ran across the land with boundless energy, as
joyful . His daughter-in-law's young and tall frame allowed him to indulge in unrestrained enjoyment, and he became even more frenzied,
each stroke of his hoe going as deep as he could, as if he were still a
young man in his twenties toiling in the fields.

Finally, on a winter afternoon, Old Zhou applied his first bag of fertilizer after the New Year.

Panting, he lay down on the boundless field, satisfied with the fruits of his labor, while
two towering mountains in the distance, which he had also conquered, stood before him.

"Dad…" Jia Li gazed tenderly at the increasingly valiant old man, and couldn't help but offer a sweet kiss. Their
tongues once again became inextricably intertwined.

The romantic French kiss was perfectly interpreted by this old man and young woman in a Chinese way for a long time.

"Xiaoli, I support you in getting a divorce, but I don't believe there's a better
daughter-in-law ."

Old Zhou was silent for a while. "Divorce is fine, Jianpeng can be with other women, but
I only recognize you as my daughter-in-law!"

Another tight embrace followed. Jiali leaned against Old Zhou's chest; this was her only safe haven and her permanent
support.

Spring was drawing ever closer.

"But women are women after all. As time goes on, emotions run rampant, leading to this heartbreak."
"The situation. Women are all delusional, always trying to take control. Whether it starts with a one-night stand, cohabitation, or a casual fling
, they always hope to grow old together. There are very few truly carefree women; they always
try to squeeze something out of men."

—From *Rouge*

"What are you reading?"

"Rouge."

"You don't just stay home reading this weekend, do you?" Ding Ting typed listlessly on her computer, her once-charming eyes losing
some of their usual sparkle.

"Um… just reading." Jia Li was already adept at telling little lies;
could she really just casually talk about having sex with her father-in-law in broad daylight?

"And you, did you go to the private photoshoot yesterday?" Jia Li asked casually.

"No, I was busy with other things yesterday."

"Next time you see Yang Mengjue, take a good look at her and see if she seems unusual. I always feel something's off about her..." Jia 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Li 　　still

considered Yang Mengjue the prime suspect for stealing her husband. This deep-seated disgust and distrust 　　had been sown
years ago when Yang stole her away .

****************

... 　　She had exhausted all her strength in the struggle with her opponent; her hands began to tremble more and more, and her knees slammed heavily to the ground. She still couldn't understand why the blade, originally meant to stab her opponent, was now piercing her own chest. 　　Blood flowed more and more, and her tall body collapsed completely to the ground. When she opened her eyes, everything was blurry; she couldn't make out the faces of any of the passersby surrounding her. 　　Were they laughing? 　　Or were they accusing her? 　　She thought she was going to die. 　　Until she opened her eyes again. 　　It was a dream. A nightmare. 　　Cold sweat beaded on Jia Li's smooth forehead; she breathed heavily, her voice soft enough not to wake . 　　Her husband had almost completely left home, leaving the daughter-in-law and father-in-law to share a bed even without sex, a daily occurrence . Her father-in- 　　law usually goes to bed early, while Jia Li, being young, used to go to bed after 11 pm. However, now Lao Zhou (Old Zhou) will coax Jia Li to sleep before he goes to bed himself, and Jia Li has started going to bed earlier and earlier. Their sex life has also gradually incorporated sex toys like vibrators and fox tails, and their rhythms are becoming more and more in sync. 　　Jia Li glanced at Lao Zhou sleeping peacefully, then hugged him tightly. Her soft breasts pressed against Lao Zhou's body, and Lao Zhou reflexively reached out and hugged his daughter-in-law's warm body tightly until they both fell asleep peacefully. 　　The weather is getting warmer, and despite her recent worries, Jia Li still dressed carefully before going to work, which is a professional duty for a white-collar woman. 　　Thinking of her father-in-law, who cares for her like a daughter, thinking of the different breakfasts he prepares for her every day before work, and thinking of her decent but not strenuous job, Jia Li still has . Therefore, the intense desire for revenge and hatred towards the third party, whose whereabouts are still unknown, is somewhat less intense. 　Just at this critical moment, Jia Li, who was at work, received a text message from her husband. The message was concise , but the few numbers were like knives: "I'm coming home tonight to discuss divorce. 　　" Jia Li didn't hesitate, her voice trembling with fear.

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