If there is love

Character Relationships:
Me, Han Chen, male protagonist, 28 years old.
Mother, Han Xiuping, 44 years old.
Grandmother, Liu Yuying, 62 years old.
Older sister, Han Yun, 29 years old.
Younger sister, Han Ru, 28 years old.
Han Ping'er, male protagonist's daughter with grandmother, 16 years old.
Han Qin, Lan'er,
male protagonist's twins with mother, 15 years old. Han Jing, male protagonist's eldest daughter with older sister, 14 years old.
Han Ji, male protagonist's youngest daughter with older sister, 12
years old. Han Yingying, male protagonist's eldest daughter with younger sister, 14 years old.
Han Shuangshuang, male protagonist's youngest daughter with younger sister, 8 years old.
Han Meimei, male protagonist's daughter with eldest daughter Han Ping'er, 2 years old.

Chapter 1:
The afternoon sun of autumn quietly shone through the French windows, leaving a hazy glow in the room. Near the floor-to-ceiling window sat a young girl: about fourteen or fifteen years old, leaning against the wall, earphones in her ears, a thick book in her hand, resting against her slightly protruding belly.
The girl's name was Han Jing, and she was fourteen years old. She was originally in the second year of junior high school, but because of her pregnancy, she had to return home to rest and prepare for childbirth, returning to school after the baby was born; fortunately, several people in her family were teachers, so she didn't have to worry about falling behind in her studies.
Han Jing lived in a villa, a luxurious three-story European-style building,
with an area exceeding one thousand square meters. Surrounding the villa was a lawn, radiating outwards for over five hundred meters, interspersed with flower beds, forming a vast private garden. A stream of water was introduced from the northeast corner of the garden, meandering down, then turning west, flowing past the back of the villa. The outermost layer was a natural barrier built of plane trees, creating a secluded place. Near the villa were several courts—basketball, badminton, and tennis—and a swimming pool.
As evening approached, a Lascher X318 pulled up to the garden gate. A "beep" sounded, the garden's electronic gate opened, and the car drove in.
It parked in a garage near the gate, but no one got out for a long time. Inside—that's me, the protagonist of this story—a man leaned back in his seat, groaning comfortably.
"Little Yun'er, your oral skills are getting better and better lately!"
The woman working on my crotch rolled her eyes at me, spat out my penis, and started stroking it up and down with her hand, saying, "You little brat, no manners! What 'Little Yun'er,' call me 'sister'!"
I chuckled, pressed the woman's head down again, and said, "Sister it is. Then please, sister, help your little brother with his physiological needs!"
The woman rolled her eyes at me again, continuing her "hard work" on my penis. A short while later, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I pressed her head down, my thighs tensing. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, she started to speed up her stroking, occasionally giving me a deep throat, stimulating my penis to swell even more. Finally, I thrust my penis in forcefully, holding my sister's head still so she wouldn't move, and began ejaculating wildly into her mouth. My sister swallowed with gulps, but the amount of semen was so large that some spilled from the corners of her mouth.
After ejaculating, I lay motionless, feeling blissful. My sister gently licked my penis several times to make sure it was clean, then tucked it back into her pants, looked up, and said, "So much every time..."
I grinned and reached out to grab my sister's breasts, saying, "But you still seem to enjoy it every time, don't you?"
"Where do you see me enjoying it? It's only because you're holding me down that I can't move. Next time, I'll bite your thing off!"
my sister said fiercely.
"You'd never want to! Besides, if you bite it off, Ru'er and the others will fight you to the death..."
"Alright, stop joking. Let's hurry back. Ru'er and the others will probably be back soon, and I still need to help Mom cook."
To ensure the air quality around the villa, we don't drive ordinary cars in; there's an electric scooter in the garage at the entrance. My sister and I took the electric scooter to the villa.
Xiao Jing had been sitting by the window since the afternoon, for the entire afternoon. She was already a quiet child, but since becoming pregnant, she's become even more lethargic, often sitting for hours at a time. And at fourteen or fifteen years old, she's always carrying around "big books"—I wonder what's going on in her little head.
"Jing'er, why are you sitting on the floor again? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Jing'er was startled, then turned around and saw her sister and me coming in. Her face immediately lit up with a smile, and she said, "Mom and Dad, you're back!"
Her sister continued to scold, "Look at you, why are you sitting on the floor again? You're pregnant, don't you know how to be careful..."
Jing'er turned to the side, revealing a wool blanket underneath her, and said, "Mom—it's not like I don't know how to take care of myself. Grandma already told me, so don't worry!"
At this moment, I had already walked over to Jing'er, picked her up, and said, "Even though you've put something under you, don't sit for too long, it's not good for your health."
Jing'er reached out and hugged my neck, and replied with her head down, "Okay, I know."
She turned to her sister and said, "Grandma wasn't feeling well this afternoon, so she went upstairs to sleep. She told Mom to cook for herself when she gets home."
Her sister asked, "Hasn't your aunt come back yet?"
"No, Aunt called around 4 pm this afternoon and said she took Yingying to get a checkup. Dad, you're amazing!"
She finished speaking and gave me a mysterious smile.
My sister laughed, "You haven't seen how amazing your dad was... Judging by the time, he should be back soon. Okay, I'll go see Mom first. Chen, you keep Jing'er company."
With that, she went upstairs.
I held Jing'er and sat her on the sofa. Jing'er asked, "Dad, when were you at your most amazing?"
I placed one hand on Jing'er's breast and teased, "Right now."
As I spoke, my hand began to move across Jing'er's chest. Perhaps it's genetic, but the girls in our family develop very early, and with Jing'er pregnant, her breasts are quite large.
Jing'er hugged me tighter, pressing her forehead against my chin, letting my mischievous hand gradually penetrate her forbidden area; her eyes became hazy, and her soft breaths sprayed onto my neck, warm and ticklish. Looking at Jing'er's aroused state, I wanted to tease her even more. I leaned down and took her earlobe in my mouth, gently licking it. A soft moan escaped Jing'er's lips: "Ah... Dad..."
Since Jing'er was already over four months pregnant, it wasn't appropriate to take her now. I kissed her lips and said, "Jing'er, let's wait until tonight, okay?"
"Mmm..."
Jing'er's sweet voice came, almost making me take her right there and then.
"Don't sit on the floor too much in the future. Your mother is worried about you. You know she loves you the most, even more than Ji'er. Also, don't read those big books all the time. Go out and play with Yingying and the others more often..."
I said, and Jing'er answered, so obedient. Hearing me mention her reading, Jing'er said quietly, "Jing'er wants to give Daddy a smart daughter."
I laughed. So Jing'er was doing prenatal education.
I reached out and pinched her pert nose, laughing, "Silly girl, Dad's just worried you'll get bored. Besides, I don't want my daughter to be a bookworm from birth."
"Okay, I know."
"Alright, I'll go upstairs to see your grandma first."
"Dad, Grandma's been a bit down lately, please take care of her."
Jing'er seemed to remember something and suddenly said to me.
My heart tightened; even Jing'er could tell that Mom was hiding something from me. I patted Jing'er's head and smiled, "It's okay, Dad knows."
I took Jing'er back to her room and went upstairs alone to Mom's room. Just as I was about to knock, I heard Mom and my sister talking inside. I quickly stopped, wanting to eavesdrop and see if I could find any clues about Mom's worries.
"Sigh! Mom's getting old after all. Ever since I got pregnant with Zhi'er, my spirits haven't been as good as before."
It was Mom.
"Mom—you're saying that again. Don't you know Chen loves you the most? He's always clinging to you.
Besides, this is a normal pregnancy reaction. And Zhi'er is your sixth child, so naturally your body is a little weaker. Just rest more." "But Mom is already forty-four years old, getting older every year. Yesterday, Chen'er only moved on me for a little while, and I couldn't take it anymore."
"It's not your fault. It's all that brat's fault. He knows you're pregnant, yet he's still so clingy. I'll teach him a lesson when I go downstairs!"
I shrank back as I listened outside the door; my sister had scared me again. But I also understood what Mom was thinking; it was exactly as I guessed. I smiled bitterly to myself, knocked on the door, and pushed it open to go in.
As soon as Mom saw me come in, her eyes lit up. "Chen'er, you're back! Was work tiring today? How did things go at the company?"
My sister chimed in, "He's not tired at all! The company's been running smoothly for a while now; it'll function just fine without him. He just goes to the lab occasionally."
Then she added, "It's good you're here. Mom's been complaining about her age. No matter what I say, it's no use. I'm leaving it to you now. I'm going to cook dinner."
She got up and walked towards the door, giving me a wink as she passed. I blinked back silently to acknowledge her.
After my sister left, I went to Mom's window, climbed onto the bed, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and hugged her tightly. I rested my head on her soft breasts, not saying a word, savoring her warm body and the intoxicating fragrance.
Mom seemed to sense my thoughts, stroking my hair and softly asking, "What's wrong? Is something wrong at work?"
I shook my head.
“Or maybe it’s Jing’er? Don’t worry, even though Jing’er is only fourteen, with Ping’er’s experience two years ago, it won’t be too difficult. Besides, why are you worried now? It’s your own fault for being so careless back then.”
I still shook my head.
“Then what is it?”
Mom was a little confused.
“I’m worried that when Ping’er and the others grow up, they won’t want me anymore!”
Mom was taken aback, then chuckled, poking my forehead with her slender finger, and said with a smile, “Silly boy, what are you thinking? Everyone knows how important you are to them, even we mothers sometimes get jealous. Don’t worry, they won’t leave you.”
Mom gently kissed my forehead.
“But when they grow up, I’ll be old.”
I said slowly. Sure enough, Mom’s body trembled after hearing this, and she hesitated. I looked into Mom’s eyes, gazing at her affectionately, and slowly met her lips, sealing her soft, fragrant lips.

Chapter Two
Mom, coming back to her senses, also began to kiss me back, her slippery lips willingly entering my mouth, entwining with my tongue. The delicate body in my arms gradually grew hot, her legs fidgeting restlessly. I propped myself up on my right arm, reaching out my left hand to gently brush away the strands of hair that fell across my mother's smooth forehead.
Our eyes met. My mother was a beauty; I knew it from a young age. Even now, forty-four years have passed, time has flowed on without leaving a trace. Her black hair swirls around her fingers, white strands frame her forehead, her eyebrows are like spring mountains, her eyes hold the waters of autumn, and a few curves hint at her hidden charm. Her skin is like jade, her face like a peach blossom, her nose like a steep cliff, her lips like blooming cherries, a gentle and moving smile.
Staring into my mother's eyes, which seemed to be weeping, I was momentarily captivated.
"Mom, I love you!"
My words of love touched my mother deeply. She gently raised her head, and our lips met, a fragrant scent wafting over me. This was my favorite scent of my mother, her unique fragrance. It enveloped me completely, the aroma traveling from head to toe, making me feel utterly comfortable.
My mother took my hand and slipped it inside her pajamas, placing it on her full breasts. She murmured sweetly, "Son...my good son...my darling husband...I love you too...I love you madly...I'm yours, I want you to love me..."
My mother's reaction spurred me on. My left hand kneaded her full breasts, feeling their smooth texture; my right hand reached past her protruding belly, reaching the mysterious garden that gave me life.
Her vulva was releasing nectar; her vagina was a "masterpiece"—named: Jade Pearl. Even past forty, it was still as tight as a young woman's, and the love juice it secreted had a special, captivating fragrance.
My mother's breathing grew heavier, her hands frantically tearing off my clothes. When I was naked, she pushed me onto the bed, pounced on me, and licked and kissed my chest, leaving it wet.
Seeing my mother's passionate expression, and wanting to ease her anxieties, I decided to have a special kind of lovemaking.
"My dear daughter, so eager?"
I said with a grin, deliberately emphasizing the word "daughter."
Sure enough, Mom paused her kiss, looked up at me with a puzzled expression. I knew her attention was now focused, so I continued, "What? I slept with Yingmei, but wasn't I your dad? If you want Daddy to fuck you, you have to lick Daddy's cock first. If you lick it well, Daddy will reward you; if you don't lick it well, Daddy will spank you."
I finished, and even lightly patted Mom's buttocks, the pleasant feel almost making me groan.
Mom was incredibly clever, understanding immediately. She immediately whispered, "Yes, good Daddy! My dear daughter will lick it for you right away, you have to be good to your dear daughter."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mom propped herself up with her hands, spread her legs, knelt on either side of me, and slowly lowered herself. Her beautiful eyes looked at me with irresistible allure, her small tongue occasionally licking her lips, doing everything she could to provoke me.
Seeing Mom's aroused state, I secretly felt relieved.
At this moment, Mom had already grabbed my penis and was stroking it up and down; tilting her head, she stared at me with a smile, then smiled brightly at me, turned her head and kissed the head of my penis. Stimulated by Mom, my penis suddenly twitched, startling Mom, who raised her hand and lightly slapped it, giggling, "You're so fierce!"
"Mom, it's still yours, Uncle." "Ah, how can you hit it?"
Mom rolled her eyes at my teasing words, parted her lips slightly, and took my penis into her warm mouth.
As my penis entered my mother's mouth, I couldn't help but gasp—it felt fucking amazing!
Of all the women in the family, my mother's oral sex skills were the best. Although Ping'er's skills were now quite good, she still couldn't surpass my mother's. This was probably because she had spent the most time with me and knew my body best.
While my thoughts were racing, my mother was already skillfully swallowing and spitting out my penis. I put my hands behind my head, enjoying the beautiful sight of this "beautiful woman playing the flute," and this beautiful woman was my mother!
My mother knew every erogenous zone of mine. Each time she swallowed, she would take my penis deep into her throat, then turn her head; when she spat it out, she wouldn't spit it out completely, but leave the glans in her mouth, covering it with her lips, pressing the tip of her tongue against the urethral opening, and gently biting the surface of the glans with her teeth. Every time this happened, I would exhale deeply.
After swallowing and spitting for a while, my mother began to use the "licking" technique. One hand held my penis, and her delicate tongue started from the scrotum, swept across the shaft, and all the way to the glans. She swirled her tongue around the glans, then moved downwards, repeating this over and over. My mother generously used her saliva, making my penis all wet. Besides, she would occasionally take my scrotum into her mouth, enveloping it with her warm oral cavity.
Despite my mother's diligent oral sex, I felt no urge to ejaculate. My mother knew that her mouth alone couldn't make me climax. After a few deep throats, she got up and decided to "get real."
As my mother straightened her upper body and moved her buttocks upwards, I quickly stopped her: "Good daughter, you're pregnant, do you still want to be a 'knight'? Just lie there obediently, Daddy will take good care of you."
Hearing this, my mother pinched me lightly, but then rolled over and lay back down on the bed. Seeing me lean over her, ready to enter, she said, "Then be careful, your wife is in your belly, I won't be responsible if you hurt her!"
I pinched my mother's breast and laughed, "You're so bold, daring to threaten your father, see how I deal with you!"
After saying that, I thrust my lower body forward, my penis spreading open my mother's vagina, and instantly entered more than halfway.
Seeing that I really went straight in, my mother was afraid of hurting the baby in her belly, so she quickly reached out to support me, scolding, "Be gentle... your daughter won't run away."
Of course, the game continued.
I was just scaring my mother, as punishment for her threatening me, I was saving my strength, my child was in my belly. I lowered my head and lightly touched my mother's lips, saying, "I know, how could I bear to hurt my own child?"
My mother wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, my tongue went in, and she immediately forgot what she wanted to say, hugging me and kissing me passionately. And I, I moved my lower body, gently thrusting in and out.
My mother's vagina was warm and moist during her pregnancy. Unlike usual, it wasn't tight, but every contraction and contraction was utterly captivating. My mother's hands hung limply around my neck, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes trembling, her lips slightly parted, soft moans escaping her lips; her legs wrapped around my waist, her "plump waist" swaying gently, responding to my advances.
When making love with my mother, I loved looking at her face, a face I could never tire of. Gazing at her beautiful face, a sudden warmth filled my heart: This is the woman! She gave birth to me, raised me, and loves me! Not only did she give herself to me, but she also bore me two daughters. Now, for me, she's willing to become an older pregnant woman. How much does her love for me extend?
Thinking of this, a pang of sadness welled up in my eyes. I buried my head in my mother's arms. Here, I will always be a child, her precious child, her Chen'er. This is my eternal home!
I whispered, "Mom, my mom… I love you… Mom, I love you… Do you know, Mom? Your Chen'er loves you…"
Each word gently touched my mother's heart.
My mother was taken aback, wondering why I was so aroused. Just moments ago, I had been teasing her, calling her "daughter, daughter," and now I was acting like a baby in her arms. However, she didn't ask why. She wrapped one arm around my waist, gently patting my back like she did when I was little, while her lower body began to intensify slightly. I knew my mother wanted to comfort me with her body and her love. Understanding her thoughts and considering her pregnant body, I held her down, increasing the speed of my thrusts, my hands covering her breasts, teasing the rosy nipples.
With a burst of strength, my mother felt overwhelmed. The sight of her son's penis inside her vagina, the fingers teasing her nipples—all brought her overwhelming pleasure, as if she were being swallowed up, crushed, and yet she was so willing.
"Ah...ah...good daddy...deeper..."
my obedient daughter pleaded, and how could I, as her father, refuse? With a gentle thrust, my penis, already inside her vagina, moved forward another half inch.
Just that half inch was enough to make Mom babble incoherently again: "Ah... dear Daddy... dear husband... deeper... faster... good son... Mommy's going to die... Mommy... daughter... is going to be fucked to death by Daddy..."
Amidst Mommy's increasingly loud moans, I increased the speed of my thrusts, wanting to send her to the peak of pleasure in one go. However, I still held back, not daring to get too carried away.
With each powerful thrust, Mommy was filled with seductive allure, her breath coming in soft gasps.
"Daddy... daughter's going to die... ah... almost there..."
Mommy's voice rose higher and higher; I knew her climax was approaching. Maintaining the speed of my penis, my hands no longer gently pinched Mommy's nipples, but instead kneaded them vigorously, giving her even greater stimulation. Finally, after one heavy thrust, Mommy seemed to be suddenly choked; her head shot back high, her legs gripping my waist tightly, her hands gripping my arms tightly, and her moans abruptly stopped. Her vagina began to spasm, gripping my penis, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her.
I knew my mother was having an orgasm. After her orgasm, she lay weakly on the bed, her body limp, as if she had fainted. But I knew that my mother's orgasms were always like this—coming on suddenly and intensely, but fading slowly. I lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms, gently touching her lips to soothe the lingering afterglow.

Chapter 3
After a while, my mother finally recovered from the weakness following her orgasm. At this moment, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with spring, her cheeks flushed, and her breath was soft and delicate; her appearance truly captivated me.
Even though I hadn't ejaculated yet, I knew that my mother's body couldn't withstand my exertion. After all, she was pregnant, and her spirit was already exhausted. Mom felt my erection, touched my lips, and said apologetically, "Your daughter is useless; she can't make Daddy ejaculate."
I tightened my embrace around Mom, tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear, and said softly, "It's alright, as long as Mom's happy. Besides, Mom knows my abilities."
Mom rolled her eyes at me when I stopped calling her "daughter," and said, "You little brat, always trying to take advantage of your mother!"
I laughed and pushed my penis, which was pressed against Mom's thigh, forward slightly: "I'll take even bigger advantage ..." "Come on, Mom doesn't care about that. Besides, it's not like I'm taking advantage of you!"
Mom frowned and said, "How is it not taking advantage? No matter what, you're my daughter, I'm your mother! You calling me daughter, isn't that taking advantage of me?"
I reached out and placed a hand on Mom's breast, teasing the nipple, and asked, "What do you call Yingmei?"
Mom also reached out and grasped my penis, rubbing it lightly. Hearing what I said, she said, "Call me Mom. Not only my mother, but also your grandmother."
“So I slept with Yingmei, we had sex, and Yingmei even said I was her ‘good man, good husband,’ so what should you call me?”
Mom angrily pinched my penis and scolded, “I knew you’d bring this up, you heartless thing! So, according to you, you also slept with Jing’er and the others, why didn’t you call me Grandma?”
I smiled knowingly and said, “That’s not right. When I slept with Jing’er and the others, they all called me Dad, not ‘good man’ or ‘husband,’ so I shouldn’t call you Grandma!”
I paused, staring intently at Mom. “Besides, I also want to treat Mom like my daughter.”
Mom’s eyes reddened, she turned her head away, and pouted, “You bad boy, I’m not talking to you anymore!”
But her trembling voice betrayed her true feelings. Seeing my mother's petite, womanly appearance, I felt a surge of tenderness. I turned her head and said affectionately, "Okay, Mom, I was just joking. You'll always be my dearest mom!"
My mother tapped me lightly, "You've got a conscience."
I had wanted to enjoy this moment of warmth with my mother, but under her caresses, my penis became even more erect. My mother looked down and frowned, "Chen'er, aren't you uncomfortable like this? Should I call your sister and Jing'er to come up and keep you company?"
I shook my head and said, "No need. My sister has to cook, and if it's late, my sister and Yingying will be hungry when they get back. Jing'er is young, and it's her first pregnancy; I don't want to put too much pressure on her." "Then
let Mom do it. Seeing you like this, Mom isn't feeling well either."
My mother hesitated for a moment. As she spoke, she grasped my penis and guided it into her vagina.
I quickly stopped her, saying urgently, "No, no! Mom... you're pregnant too. Besides, I'm not driven by lust, I don't have that much desire. Just let me stay with you quietly for a while. It's been so long since I've been in Mom's arms."
After saying that, I moved my body down a bit, buried my head between Mom's breasts, and raised my head to say in a childish voice, "Mom, Chen'er's tummy is all flat, I want to eat Mom's milk."
When Mom heard me bring up my childhood whining about wanting to be breastfed, her face immediately showed a longing expression, and she laughed, "Back then, you little devil clung to Mom every day, even though you were four or five years old, you still wanted to be breastfed."
I suckled at Mom's nipple, babbling, "Who can blame me when Mom's milk is so delicious? I could never get
enough of it." "Later, when you gave birth to Qin'er and Lan'er, you ate a lot too! How can a father eat more than his daughter..."
Suddenly Mom fell silent, and I looked up at her in confusion, my mouth still full of Mom's nipple. I heard my mother sigh softly, "We don't have enough girls in our family. I should have given you more."
I smiled wryly, about to speak, when she continued, "How about I suck it out for you?"
Seeing her excited eyes, I couldn't refuse and nodded, "Thank you, Mom."
"It's no trouble at all, Mom likes it too."
She bent down and, just like before, took my penis into her mouth, using every trick in the book. Not wanting my mother to tire herself out, I used all my senses to build up pleasure. Finally, after my mother's cheeks ached from the effort, I ejaculated in her mouth. My mother's lips pressed against my penis, she pulled it out of her mouth, looked up, and opened her mouth to show me. I panted and patted her head, laughing, "Good girl..."
Then my mother closed her mouth, swallowed everything I gave her with a "gulp," and then bent down to clean my penis thoroughly. Finally, she kissed the head of my penis and went to the bathroom to clean herself up.
That's just how the women in my family are; they never waste a single thing on me.
It was already 5:30 when Mom came out of the bathroom. Dusk was falling, and I figured the girls should be back by now. Mom and I put on our casual clothes and went downstairs together. We
'd barely settled on the sofa when we heard the door open, followed by a cacophony of laughter. A body, still carrying the scent of my little girl's milk, bumped into me, and a kiss landed on my cheek. I heard Yingying's excited voice: "Daddy, Daddy, you know what?! I'm really pregnant! Yay! I'm so happy! Daddy's the best!"
I quickly hugged her tightly, feigning anger, "Look at you, acting all crazy again. You know you're pregnant, and you're still running around like that!"
Seeing I was angry, Yingying immediately put on a pitiful look, her little eyes pleading at me. I wasn't really angry to begin with, but seeing Yingying like that, I immediately surrendered.
"Oh dear, oh dear, look at you, Daddy was just concerned about you. Daddy wasn't really angry, okay... come on, smile."
Before I finished speaking, Yingying was already beaming, her crescent-shaped eyes melting my heart.
"Haha, Daddy fell for it again!"
I said, a bitter smile spreading across my face. But what can I do? I love these little girls so much, and besides, I can't bear to part with those crescent-shaped eyes.
"Yingying, come down, Daddy should hug me now."
Qin'er, following closely behind, looked at Yingying clinging to me and complained.
Yingying pouted and said, "I'm pregnant now, so I need Daddy's special attention. Right, Daddy?"
She kissed me on the cheek again and then made a face at Qin'er.
Qin'er wasn't one to give up easily; she rushed over and squeezed into my arms, so I quickly freed my other arm to pull Qin'er into my embrace as well.
A daughter is a father's little sweetheart from a past life, and also a father's little creditor in this life.
While things were churning out here, my younger sister changed her shoes and led Ping'er, Ji'er, and Shuangshuang into the living room. Hearing Yingying chattering in my arms about things like "we need to name the baby," "we need to buy maternity clothes," and "Daddy has another little wife," I laughed, "Look at Yingying, she's so smug. Just now, when Sister Shuhui told her she was pregnant, she almost attracted the whole hospital. On the way, she kept telling me to drive faster, she wanted to fly back to tell you."
I sighed, feigning disappointment, "Yingying, why can't you be a little more reserved? Luckily you don't have to get married, otherwise, who would want you?"
Seeing her mother teasing her, Yingying jumped out of my arms as if pricked by a needle, hands on her hips, head held high, and shouted, "You're the one getting married! Besides, Mom, you're not much better than me. I saw you whispering to Auntie for ages at the hospital, I heard it all…" "..."
She suddenly stopped, then whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Dad, let me tell you, Mom's pregnant too. I overheard it at the hospital just now."
Seeing Yingying's mysterious look, Mom laughed, "What little secret do you two have now?"
Yingying turned to talk to Grandma, but her older sister, who had heard the conversation in the living room, came out of the kitchen and chimed in, "Yingying and Chen-di have so many secrets."
Turning to her younger sister, she laughed, "Look at your daughter! I heard her making such a racket in the kitchen, and you don't even do anything about it."
Her younger sister pouted, "I can't control her, let her dad handle her. It's strange, isn't it? Jing'er and Yingying, whom you and I had at the same time, have such different personalities!"
Her older sister laughed, "That's because she inherited it from you! Like mother, like daughter. You've always been loud and boisterous since you were little, once..."
"Sis... that happened so many years ago, why are you bringing it up again?"
the younger sister said, blushing. Then she pushed her older sister towards the kitchen, "Hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"
"Hey, don't push me. If you want to eat, cook it yourself! You're lazy and good-for-nothing, just like your brother!"
I: "..."
The younger sister said, "Oh, my cooking isn't as good as yours. Good sister, hurry up, hurry up."
"Okay, stop pushing me. Don't worry, it's almost done, you won't go hungry."
After saying that, she walked over to Ji'er and helped them put their schoolbags on the cabinet in the entryway. Ji'er and the others called out, "Mom (Auntie, Big Sister), we're back."
Over here, I heard what Yingying said and was overjoyed. I asked, "Really? What did your mom and auntie say?"
"Of course! I heard it's absolutely true—Dad didn't use the idiom wrong, hehe."
"Okay, get to the point." "
Ahem, Mom said, 'Sis, am I really pregnant too?'"
"Of course!" "How could you let him do whatever he wants? I let Ping'er's situation go for the past two years, but I got angry when I found out Jing'er was pregnant, and now Yingying and you are both pregnant too! That heartless bastard can't bring himself to do this to you!"
"Okay, sis, you know our family. We're all doing this willingly. To be honest, brother was mostly forced into it."
Then their voices became even softer; all I heard was something about "forgiveness" and "go back." "Dad, what's Aunt's relationship with our family? She doesn't seem to find our situation strange at all?"
Listening to Yingying mimicking her mother's speech, I couldn't help but want to laugh, but then I felt a pang of sadness—she still couldn't forgive me.
Hearing Yingying ask me this, I didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, my hand was grasped by another. I turned around and saw my mother smiling at me, then saying to Yingying, "Yingying, Grandma will tell you about your aunt later. Now, we need to congratulate your mother."
My mother had saved me from an awkward situation, and I gave her a grateful smile. That hand seemed to have given me a lot of strength. I pinched Yingying's cheek and looked up at my sister, "Xiaoru, are you pregnant too?"

Chapter 4
When my sister heard me ask her, her face flushed red. She glared at Yingying, who was still in my arms, and said, "I knew you'd betrayed Mom!"
Yingying snuggled closer to me, stuck out her cute little tongue, and giggled without saying a word.
My younger sister continued, "It must be true. Just now at the hospital, when Sister Shuhui was examining Yingying, she suddenly told me I was pregnant too. I didn't believe it. Then she made me get a checkup too, and it really is! What am I going to do now? Looks like I'm going to end up like Jing'er."
She then glared at me, "It's all your fault, you ejaculated inside me again! You bad brother!"
I was about to say something to comfort my sister when Yingying, who was standing nearby, heard her mother's words and burst
out laughing.
The older sister saw this and asked, "Yingying, what are you laughing at?"
Yingying replied, "I'm laughing at Mom."
Shuangshuang, hearing her sister laughing at their mother, also asked curiously, "Sister Yingying, what's so funny about Mom?"
Yingying looked at her younger sister and said, "I'll tell you if Mom promises not to get angry."
The younger sister, intrigued by her daughter, said, "Go ahead and tell me, Mom won't get angry."
Yingying, seemingly unconvinced, jumped out of my arms, went behind the sofa, and only peeked out with her little head, laughing, "I'm laughing—that day someone yelled 'I ejaculated inside me! I ejaculated inside me!' and now they're blaming Daddy." She
even wrinkled her little nose as she finished speaking.
My younger sister was mortified. Forgetting about bothering her older sister to serve dinner, she lunged at Yingying, yelling, "You little brat! You know it's no fun, but you dare to talk nonsense about Mom! I'll spank you!"
Seeing her mother about to catch her, Yingying quickly ran away from behind me and hid in her grandmother's arms, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, stop Mommy! Mommy broke her promise, she said she wouldn't get angry! Now she's picking a fight!"
I laughed and hugged my sister, saying, "Alright, Xiaoru, Yingying was just joking with you."
Then I whispered to my sister... A voice whispered in my ear, "Little sister, you're pregnant again! Your brother is so happy!"
Hearing this, my sister stopped struggling to grab Yingying, but still glared at me, saying, "You always side with your daughter! I'm still your sister! It's like the bride being carried to bed, the matchmaker being thrown over the wall!"
My mother was also amused by my sister and daughter, repeatedly saying, "Oh dear... oh dear... you two! Xiaoru, please forgive Yingying. Yingying, you're wrong too, how could you joke like that with your mother!"
My mother had the highest authority in the family, and even she intervened, immediately calming the situation down. Besides, my sister was only temporarily embarrassed, and now everyone was pleading for Yingying, so she didn't take it too seriously. However, she still sternly said to Yingying, "Don't do it again!"
Yingying cooperated, lowering her face and pitifully replying, "I know I was wrong."
Seeing her daughter feign pitifulness, my sister couldn't help but burst
out laughing. Yingying immediately brightened up and ran into her sister's arms, acting coquettishly.
The older sister, having watched the play for a while, suddenly remembered that Qin'er and Lan'er hadn't returned yet. So she asked her younger sister, "Xiaoru, where are Qin'er and Lan'er?"
The younger sister, startled by her sister's question, suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, it's all because of that little brat Yingying! I almost forgot the most important thing!"
She then lowered her voice and looked at everyone mysteriously, saying, "Guess who I ran into this afternoon?"
"Who knows who you ran into? I only know you lost Qin'er and Lan'er!"
"Sister, don't interrupt."
The younger sister swallowed hard and said, "You'll never guess. Hehe, I ran into Grandma this afternoon!"
"What?"
My mother and I stood up simultaneously, stunned by the news! The younger sister had actually run into Grandma!
"How did you run into Grandma? Where did you meet her? Where is Grandma?"
I couldn't contain myself and bombarded her with questions.
Mom and Ping'er looked at their younger sister expectantly. Seeing their surprised expressions, the younger sister smiled smugly, "Don't rush, let me explain."
It turned out that this afternoon, the younger sister had to take Yingying to the hospital for a checkup. After finishing one class, she was about to leave with Yingying.
If she went to the hospital and then went back to school to pick up Qin'er and the others, it would be too late. So, the younger sister decided to ask Qin'er's homeroom teacher for leave now, so Qin'er could go with her.
The younger sister asked Yingying to wait for her in the classroom, and she went to Qin'er's classroom alone.
Qin'er's classroom was some distance from the younger sister's office building, separated by a pebbled path that rarely saw anyone.
To get there faster, the younger sister skipped the main road and took the side path. But she'd only gone halfway down when she suddenly felt a whoosh behind her, like something flew past. She turned around to look, but saw nothing.
She shook her head with a smile, thinking she was hallucinating. Turning back, she was immediately startled—standing in front of her was a person, or rather, a woman. The younger sister
was terrified by the sudden appearance of this person, thinking, "Am I seeing a ghost in broad daylight?!"
Just as she was about to scream, the woman waved her hand, and the younger sister immediately fell silent.
While the younger sister was still filled with fear, the woman said, "Xiaoru, it's me!"
The voice sounded very familiar, and the younger sister carefully examined the woman before her: "Age? Seems like twenty, maybe thirty, wearing a purple ancient-style dress. Delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose."
Her features were strikingly similar to someone else's, and the woman looked at her with a smile.
Suddenly, the younger sister realized, yet remained uncertain, and cautiously asked, "You are... Grandma?"
The woman smiled, "It's kind of you to remember me."
Overjoyed, the younger sister grabbed the woman's arm, saying, "You really are Grandma! Grandma, where have you been all these years? Do you know how much we've missed you! You left without saying goodbye back then, do you know how worried we were? Mom and brother searched for you for three years, but we never heard from you. If it weren't for the letter you left behind, we would have thought..."
"Thought I was dead, right?"
"...Grandma, where did you go? And why do you look so young? I remember you should be sixty, Grandma. And what's with what you're wearing?"
"Xiaoru, don't ask so many questions. Time is of the essence, listen to me. I'm going to take those two children away now..." "
Take them away? Grandma, who are you taking? Where are you going? No! Grandma, you're leaving again? Where are you going this time? No, I won't let you go! We've all missed you so much, you can't leave this time."
The younger sister gripped her grandmother's arm tightly.
Grandma smiled bitterly, "It's just Qin'er and Lan'er, I won't hurt them. As for me, it's not time for me to see your brother yet."
"Why?! Don't you miss your brother? Don't you miss Mom? Anyway, I don't care, I won't let you go!"
"Xiaoru, stop it. I really have something very important to do this time, I need to take those two children away for a while. I'll bring them back soon."
"Grandma, please don't go, we really miss you. You can tell us what's wrong."
"Silly child, I miss you too! But I really can't see your brother right now!"
"Why? Is there something wrong with him?"
"It's not that he's wrong, it's my own problem."
"Grandma, what happened?"
"Sigh... What a tragedy!"
Grandma was silent for a while, then seemed to have made up her mind, "Xiaoru, don't ask anymore, I won't tell you now, and I won't go to see your mother and brother."
Seeing that she couldn't persuade Grandma, the younger sister immediately hung her head dejectedly, tears streaming down her face. From a young age, her maternal grandmother raised her and her brother; her grandmother was like a second mother to them. Because of that awful person, they were sent to their grandmother's house when they were less than three months old. Her grandmother raised them, taught them to read, and until they were six, she always considered her grandmother her mother. Later, her grandmother suddenly passed away, and her brother and she were heartbroken for a long time, even arguing with her brother about it. Now that her grandmother had finally returned, she had hoped she would stay, but unexpectedly, she was leaving again. How could her younger sister not be heartbroken!
Seeing how attached the child she had raised was to her, Liu Yuying was extremely reluctant to part with her, but thinking of that incident, she had to harden her heart.
"Xiaoru, don't cry,"
Liu Yuying gently wiped away Xiaoru's tears.
"Grandma...Grandma...don't go, okay? Xiaoru misses you!"
Hearing Xiaoru's sobs, Liu Yuying's heart was filled with sorrow. She could only whisper, "Grandma will be back in a month or three months this time. Then she'll never leave again!"
She added silently, "If things go smoothly.
" "Really?"
Xiaoru suddenly looked up, her face full of hope as she gazed at Liu Yuying.
"Really! How could Grandma lie to you?"
"Then... okay. Xiaoru believes Grandma."
Xiaoru smiled and threw herself into Liu Yuying's arms, hugging her tightly. Liu Yuying stroked Xiaoru's back, her heart filled with emotion: "Heaven, I pray you will let me succeed this time."
"By the way, Grandma, where are you taking Qin'er and the others?"
Xiaoru suddenly asked, nestled in Liu Yuying's arms.
Liu Yuying gazed at the horizon and murmured, "To do something very important..."
"And then?"
I frowned. Xiaoru shrugged and said, "That's it. Then Grandma left with Qin'er and Lan'er."
"How can that be all? Grandma didn't say where she was going. Why couldn't she see me? You didn't even ask her these questions!"
Feeling depressed, my tone became unfriendly.
"I asked, but Grandma just wouldn't tell me. What could I do? Why are you yelling at me?"
Mom sighed deeply beside me, looking at me and saying, "Chen'er, since your grandma doesn't want to come back now, there must be a reason. Didn't she say she'd be back in a month or three at most? Let's wait patiently."
I was still puzzled by what Grandma kept emphasizing: "Why can't she see me? Why did she take Qin'er and Lan'er away? Is there something special about Qin'er and Lan'er? That shouldn't be the case, so why does it have to be Qin'er and Lan'er? Why can't Jing'er and the others? Besides, Qin'er and Lan'er weren't even born when Grandma left, and even Mom wasn't pregnant. Grandma! Grandma, what secret are you hiding?" "
Oh, right, brother, Grandma said she has something for me to tell you."
"What? Something for me? Why didn't you say so sooner? What does Grandma want you to tell me?"
"Grandma only said three words, and she said you'd understand as soon as you heard them."
"What is it?"
"Blood Fusion Pill!"

Chapter 5 Side Story 1
The main gate was wide open, a large "Double Happiness" sign pasted on the heavy door, and red lanterns hung high on both sides.
Guests trudged through the first snow, coming and going in an endless stream, most carrying various gift boxes. Today was the joyous occasion of Mr. Han's fourth wife's arrival, but strangely, none of these gift-givers stayed to attend the wedding banquet.
"Hey, is that Brother Zhang up ahead?"
A young man in bell-bottoms and a jacket called out to a middle-aged man in front of him.
"Who are you?"
the man asked, frowning.
"Me? Oh dear, you've forgotten? It's me, Little Monkey!"
the young man hurriedly said.
"Little Monkey? You're Little Monkey? You've grown so much! You've changed, you've changed. You're back? When did you get back?"
The other man tugged at his dark blue cotton-padded coat and frowned.
"I came home for the New Year. It just ended, and Mr. Han is getting married, so my family insisted I come here to deliver a gift."
As he spoke, the young man pulled out a pack of "Golden Tree" cigarettes from his pocket and respectfully offered it to the middle-aged man.
"Heh, you've been gone for seven or eight years, and now you've made something of yourself, even able to afford yellow stuff?"
Brother Zhang didn't stand on ceremony, took one out, put it in his mouth, and had Little Monkey light it.
"No, no, just hanging around,"
the little monkey said politely. "Brother Zhang, what's going on with Mr. Han's family? On this joyous occasion, they only let us in. We didn't even get to see the bride, let alone drink a cup of wedding wine."
"Shh... keep your voice down. Mr. Han accepting our gifts is already a big favor. Originally..."
Brother Zhang lowered his voice, craning his neck, "Old Master Han originally didn't even want to accept our gifts, but Mr. Han felt it wasn't appropriate, so he compromised and came up with this solution."
The little monkey asked curiously, "Why is that?"
"You haven't been home for years, there are some things you don't know."
"Oh? Then Brother Zhang, tell me about it."
"Hey, it's almost dinnertime, we won't be able to drink the wedding wine. You've finally come back, come on, Brother Zhang will take you to Deyilou for a drink, we can chat while we drink." "Okay
, that's a good idea. But how could I let Brother Zhang treat me? I should be the one to pay for Brother Zhang's treat. Shall we go?"
"Alright!"
The two arrived at Deyilou Restaurant, where the owner greeted them with a smile: "Hey, Zhang Si, why aren't you at home with your wife during the New Year? What are you doing out here?"
"Get lost! You fat dog can get into the pit, but I can't come out and ask for a drink?"
Little Monkey joked with the two for a while, then Fat Dog suddenly asked in a low voice, "How did it go?"
"We received the gift, but we didn't get to drink the wedding wine. But Mr. Han has given us face, so we're content."
"It's hard on you, young master, sigh..."
"Alright, stop sighing. I brought this kid here to eat some fresh food during the New Year, so don't let us down! This kid has been traveling all over the country these past few years, he's seen the world."
"Alright, enough nonsense, don't you know what I'm capable of?"
"Okay, then give us two portions, plus a stew, and a plate of your pickled fish, three months' worth. And then..."
"Would you like some lotus root?"
"You can have lotus fish now? Are you kidding me?"
"Of course not, your sister-in-law collected all the lotus leaves from this summer and hid them well. I don't usually tell anyone who comes over. You see, it's not on the menu."
"Okay, then one serving, that's all. Dig up a jar of wine from your backyard, I want the one from under the paulownia tree."
Fat Dog frowned and said, "Zhang Si, you've struck it rich? You can lower the price for the food, but you can't cut back a penny on the wine!" Zhang Si
pondered for a moment and said, "Then the one from under the willow tree, but it has to be the innermost one."
"Okay, no problem."
Fat Dog readily agreed.
Soon, the wine arrived, and a plate full of pickled fish was served. Fat Dog also brought a stack of pickled fruit. The two of them started chatting over these things.
"Brother Zhang, what's going on at Mr. Han's house? I heard some rumors when I came back before the New Year. How come Mr. Han has taken another wife? What's the background of the new bride?"
After sitting down, Little Monkey quickly filled Brother Zhang's glass with wine and asked with a smile.
Brother Zhang sighed, "You haven't been home for many years, so there are some things you wouldn't know. This whole thing was forced upon us by Old Master Han. Mr. Han has three wives, but none of them can have a son; he's raised four or five daughters."
"Mr. Han still doesn't have a son? Brother Zhang, with all his abilities, why doesn't he try to have one for himself?"
Little Monkey chimed in.
"What do you know! It's called being able to heal yourself but not yourself. Seeing that Old Master Han is already nearing his end, and Mr. Han is a filial son, he has no choice but to remarry, hoping to have a son."
Brother Zhang took a sip of tea and continued, "Speaking of which, you know this bride too."
"I know her? Who is she? Is she from around here?"
Little Monkey frowned.
"Not only is she local, but she's also a domestic child."
"My dear Brother Zhang, who is it? Stop beating around the bush and tell me!"
Brother Zhang seemed quite satisfied with the little monkey's anxious look and lowered his voice, saying, "When you were little, you made her ride you halfway through the town to make her happy, don't you remember?"
The little monkey was stunned and exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's that auntie, but how old is she this year? Besides, she's not..."
"Shh..."
Brother Zhang saw that the little monkey was about to say something inappropriate and quickly stopped him, "What are you yelling about! That child was just abandoned at the Han family's doorstep back then, not their own child. Besides, Mr. Han was just saying it, he didn't even tell heaven and earth or his ancestors, so there's nothing inappropriate about it." "
Hey, why are you two whispering to each other? What kind of big money-making plan do you have? Don't keep it to yourself."
Suddenly a voice rang out.
"Get lost! Little Monkey is giving me directions, this is none of your business! Isn't your restaurant enough for you to mess around with? You really have a keen sense of smell, you followed me right after smelling money."
Brother Zhang chuckled and cursed a few times. Fat Dog put down the lotus fish and laughed, "Alright, alright, the lotus fish is ready. I won't bother you two any longer. That stuff takes time to cook, you two drink up."
With that, he left.
Little Monkey, seeing the boss leave, poured Brother Zhang a glass and hurriedly asked, "So, Ping girl agreed?" "Why wouldn't she agree? Mr. Han, needless to say, his looks, character, family background—everything about him is outstanding."
"Oh, that's not what I meant. I'm not saying Mr. Han is bad. Others might not know what kind of person he is, but I know him well. He saved my father back then. It's just that Mr. Han is over forty this year, isn't that too much of an age difference?"
"Where are the 'many'? Back in the day, it wasn't uncommon to see seventy-something-year-old men marrying teenage girls." "
I'm still wondering, if Mr. Han wanted to get married, wouldn't all those young girls be scrambling to get one? Why does he have to pick such a young girl?"
"Sigh... well, this matter ultimately rests with Old Master Han."
"Oh? Then Brother Zhang, give me a good talking-to. Since it's someone else's business, let's have a few drinks. Here, let me toast you."
Brother Zhang downed his drink in one gulp, smacking his lips as if he wanted more. When the little monkey poured him another cup, he spoke up again: "You've heard about Mr. Han refusing to treat patients, haven't you?"
The little monkey nodded.
"About six years ago, a beggar monk came to the Han family. He said he was there to compete with Mr. Han in healing, but he lost and ended up staying to do odd jobs. After staying for a while, he somehow managed to win over Old Master Han. He said that Mr. Han couldn't have a son because he had saved too many people, and the King of Hell was displeased and punished him by making him unable to have a son."
Hearing this, Little Monkey pouted and said, "How can anyone still believe in these ghosts and demons?"
"Who knows, sigh..."
Brother Zhang sighed, "From then on, Old Master Han forced Mr. Han to stop treating people and even posted a notice. Later, people who came from other places to see him were all sent back. There were many people a few years ago, but it has gradually decreased in the last two years. Ping heard that it was that monk who decided it."
"So, that means not having a wedding banquet was also that monk's idea?"
"Hmm," said Old Master Han, "They said the bride shouldn't meet strangers, so they even skipped the wedding banquet. We weren't going to accept any gifts either, but Mr. Han begged the old man to allow us to send them. You tell me, which of us neighbors hasn't received Mr. Han's kindness? If we didn't accept his gifts, we wouldn't feel right."
Brother Zhang finished his drink and sighed softly.
Hearing Brother Zhang's words, Little Monkey sighed as well.
He vaguely remembered being tricked by that girl, forced to ride on her from the front gate to the back gate of the Han family home. Back then, his father had been carried out of the mountains, barely alive, and everyone frantically brought him into the Han family home. He was just over ten years old, only knowing how to howl and run after the adults. After his father was taken inside, he stood alone in the Han family courtyard, lost in thought. His father's life was uncertain, his mother had fainted, and he felt he was about to faint too.
Later, when she was six or seven, she rushed out of the house, lying to herself that if she wanted to cure her father, she had to be her "horse" to ride; otherwise, she wouldn't ask her godfather to save him. She agreed without a second thought, and although Mr. Han later found out and scolded her severely, she didn't hate her at all, because she had given her hope: as long as she could get through the back door, her father would be cured!
Who would have thought that the person who stood before her, hands on hips, pointing her finger and behaving arrogantly, would suddenly be getting married? Little Monkey felt a sudden discomfort and downed a glass of wine.
The two were silent for a while when Fatty Dog came in with a steaming plate of food.
"Okay, this is for two, eat slowly. I'm busy later, I'll go out now."
Fatty Dog put down the large bowl and left.
"Hehe, Little Monkey, let's not talk about other people's business. I hope Mr. Han will have a big, healthy son this time. Tell me about you, where have you been making your fortune these past few years?"
Brother Zhang broke the silence first.
"Where? I'm not getting rich, just trying to make a living. But I have traveled to some places these past few years..."
The voices grew cheerful, and the two men clinked glasses, drinking merrily.
Night fell in the Han family ancestral hall.
An old man stood respectfully offering incense before a row of ancestral tablets, a middle-aged man kneeling behind him.
The old man had a refined face, a composed demeanor, and a slight frown. After offering incense, the old man also knelt before the tablets, saying, "Ancestors of the Han family, your unworthy descendant Han Chong and his son Han Heng kowtow to you. We beseech you to bless our son with the birth of a son to carry on the Han family bloodline..."
Han Heng sighed softly from behind. Despite his miraculous healing abilities and his profound knowledge of both Chinese and Western medicine, the matter of having a son was truly beyond his control. When Han Heng was studying medicine, he had obtained a secret formula for conceiving a daughter, but not for a son. He had studied that formula for a long time, hoping to find some clue, but ultimately he remained clueless.
After the old man finished speaking, Han Heng quickly got up and helped him up.
"Heng'er, I know this isn't a good idea. But I have no choice. For the sake of our Han family bloodline, I'm sorry to trouble you and Ping'er."
The old man's face was somber. "Alright, go quickly, don't keep Ping'er waiting."
Han Heng nodded and said, "Okay, Dad. It's late and chilly, you should rest early too."
He then turned and called out to the door, "Seventh Uncle, help my dad back to rest."
"Yes, young master."
Someone answered from outside.
Han Heng arrived at Ping'er's room, hesitating whether to go in, when he suddenly heard voices coming from inside.
"Aunt Fang, does it really hurt?"
It was Ping'er's voice.
"Ping'er, you can't call me Aunt Fang anymore, you have to call me sister. Besides, I'm not that much older than you."
This was his third wife, Lin Fang'er.
"Fang... Sister Fang, I'm not used to it yet."
Hearing this voice, Han Heng almost doubted his ears. In just a few days, how had this girl become so gentle?
"Good child, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Lin Fang sighed softly.
"Sister Fang, you still haven't told me? Does...doing that hurt a lot?"
Ping'er seemed shy again at this question.
"Hehe..."
Lin Fang chuckled, "You're usually so crazy, why are you afraid of pain now?"
"What? I'm not afraid of pain, who am I?"
Ping'er retorted.
"Alright, alright, I know you're tough. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much, it's like a mosquito bite."
Then, Lin Fang lowered her voice and whispered her instructions. Han Heng naturally knew what she was going to say, so he waited patiently at the door for more than ten minutes.
"Knock knock," Han Heng gently knocked on the door, and the sound inside immediately stopped. Then Lin Fang called out, "Is that Heng-ge?"
"Yes, it's me."
After Han Heng finished speaking, there was a rustling sound inside. Lin Fang said again, "Heng-ge, wait a moment."
Soon the door opened, and Lin Fang came out, smiled at Han Heng, and whispered, "Be gentle."
Even with Han Heng's excellent self-control, he couldn't help but blush upon hearing this. Lin Fang lightly covered her lips, pushed Han Heng into the room, closed the door, and left.
Inside, the red candles flickered, and the room was filled with the warmth of spring. Ping'er, dressed in a wedding gown, sat quietly on the bed. Han Heng felt a slight dryness in his throat and slowly walked to the bedside. Hearing the footsteps of another person approaching her in the room, Ping'er almost tore her dress in her hands.
Han Heng reached out his right hand, and just as he touched the veil, the person in front of him suddenly began to breathe rapidly. Han Heng felt his hand tremble slightly. Han Heng, noticing this, couldn't help but smile wryly. His hands were usually so steady, even holding a needle wouldn't tremble, and he'd been married three times already—why was he acting like a naive young boy? Han Heng steadied himself, gently pinched a corner of the veil, and slowly lifted it. The person inside held their breath.
The red silk was lifted, revealing a beautiful woman: a pool of autumn water, seemingly about to weep; two willow-leaf-shaped curves, seemingly about to furrow; rosy cheeks and black hair; a delicate nose; lips like a touch of rouge; her graceful body, concealed by her wedding dress, swayed precariously.
Ping'er was very beautiful, something Han Heng had always known, but he never expected that this mischievous girl who had given him headaches since childhood would grow up to be so beautiful. Han Heng felt both happy and disappointed, as if he had suddenly realized that Ping'er had grown up. Although he wasn't nearing the end of his life, he was past forty, and his heart was filled with conflicting emotions. For a moment, he was stunned.
Ping'er saw that the person in front of her hadn't made any further moves after lifting her veil. Her chest heaved, and she secretly glanced at him, seeing that he was standing there motionless, seemingly lost in thought. Ping'er felt both annoyed and embarrassed. She thought she couldn't let this continue, and softly murmured, "Godfather... oh, no, Heng... Brother Heng..." Before
she could finish her sentence, Ping'er's head was almost hanging down to her chest in embarrassment. She was furious. She had mispronounced the name as soon as she opened her mouth, and to make matters worse, she had to say "no" again. She had completely ruined the atmosphere.
Han Heng snapped out of his reverie, looking at Ping'er's gritted teeth, and couldn't help but smile. This girl… A
wave of pity washed over him. Putting aside the other thoughts in his mind, today was, after all, his and Ping'er's wedding day, and he should treat her well.
Han Heng turned and picked up two glasses of wine from the table, sitting close to Ping'er on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Ping'er, I know I've wronged you. Originally… cough…"
Han Heng was momentarily speechless.
After a long silence, Ping'er spoke, "Brother Heng, I'm not wronged, I… I'm willing."
Ping'er knew that this man had saved her when she was little and raised her, and her grandfather had also been very good to her. Shouldn't she repay them? Everyone said her godfather couldn't have a son, maybe she could help him have one. That bald man was so capable; he even said he could definitely help her godfather have a son.
Hearing Ping'er's confession-like words, Han Heng couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. He took Ping'er's hand, placed the wine cup in hers, and said, "Ping'er, after drinking this nuptial wine, you will be my wife."
Ping'er's cheeks flushed red, feeling the warmth of Han Heng's hand, she was stunned, letting Han Heng help her finish the nuptial wine.
By the time Ping'er came to her senses, Han Heng had already put away the wine cup, taken off his coat, and sat back on the bed in only his shirt.
It was about to begin! Ping'er's heart was in her throat. She tried to calm herself down, thinking about what Sister Lin Fang had told her, but Han Heng was right next to her, how could she possibly take off her clothes? She was conflicted for a moment, and could only stand there like a wooden statue.
Little did she know that Han Heng was also having a headache, he didn't know how to start either. But the two of them couldn't just sit like this forever, could they? Han Heng smiled bitterly to himself, took a deep breath, and said, "Ping'er, I'll go add some coal to the stove, it'll be warmer at night."
After saying that, he got up and went to fiddle with the stove.
Seeing Han Heng turn his back to him, Ping'er quickly stripped off her wedding dress and purple fur blouse, leaving only her undergarments. She slipped under the covers, pulled them over her head, and hid herself.
Han Heng waited a while until the noise behind him finally subsided before turning around.
The large red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks on the bed undulated gracefully. Han Heng was stunned; this girl was quite shameless. Then he realized he had been too cautious. So he went to the bedside, turned off the light, leaving only two red candles, and slowly removed his own clothes, lifting the covers and slipping inside.
Beneath the covers, he was enveloped in a warm, fragrant embrace. Han Heng hadn't expected Ping'er to be so bold, practically naked. Even through her undergarments, he could almost feel the smooth skin of her back, and with the sweet scent filling his nostrils, Han Heng's penis slowly hardened. He embraced Ping'er from behind. At this point, Han Heng didn't think too much. Since things had come to this point, and Ping'er didn't seem to mind, he would cherish her properly.
Slowly, Han Heng turned Ping'er around. In the dim light, Ping'er's eyes were tightly closed, and her body was stiff. Han Heng knew Ping'er was nervous and thought he couldn't be too hasty, otherwise he might really frighten this poor "little rabbit." Han Heng slowly placed his lips on Ping'er's forehead. The moment they touched, he clearly felt Ping'er's body tremble. Ping'er only felt something warm and wet pressed against her forehead. She knew it was Han Heng kissing her, but didn't Sister Fang say it was a kiss on the lips?
While Ping'er was struggling with this, Han Heng's lips had already traveled down Ping'er's arched eyebrows, eyes, and nose, finally stopping above her lips. Ping'er closed her eyes even tighter, her breathing became rapid, and her hands gripped the blanket tightly. Han Heng slowly pulled the blanket down over them. In the candlelight, Ping'er's delicate and nervous little face almost broke his heart.
His right hand gently stroked Ping'er's hair, his lips lightly touching around her mouth, occasionally stealing a lick with the tip of his tongue; his left arm encircled her body, slowly caressing her smooth back.
Gradually, Han Heng felt the person beneath him less tense, and he began to slowly move closer to Ping'er's lips. Finally, their lips met, and both seemed stunned by the sensation.
Ping'er's delicate lips trembled slightly, a little dry; while Han Heng's lips were thick, with a hint of moisture. Their hearts were filled with each other's scent, and their desire surged. Ping'er seemed to gradually recall the words Fang-jie had taught her, and began to respond to Han Heng, while Han Heng gradually released his suppressed interest, his hands slowly roaming over Ping'er's smooth, creamy skin.
Ping'er experienced the taste of lips meeting for the first time, and was instantly intoxicated. She seemed to find a slight sweetness in her godfather's mouth, a taste that she found endlessly delightful.
Han Heng had already conquered Ping'er's chest, his left hand slipping under her undergarment.
Ping'er's breasts were so full they seemed about to slip through his grasp, the delicate skin almost slipping away. Han Heng didn't dare use too much force, gently squeezing her breasts and softly rubbing her nipples, then his right hand removed her bra from behind her neck. With
her bra gone, Ping'er was left only in a small pair of panties. Han Heng tasted the warmth of her breasts, holding her soft body in his arms, his lust already raging uncontrollably, his penis hard against Ping'er's thigh through her panties.
Ping'er had already felt something pressing against her; she knew it was her godfather's... thing. Several times she had wanted to reach out and grasp it, just like Sister Fang had told her, but she had never been able to muster the courage.
Meanwhile, Han Heng had secretly lifted the edge of Ping'er's panties, slipping a finger inside. Ping'er was still hesitating whether to grasp her godfather's penis, her vagina already breached, and she was instantly distracted, forgetting to grab it.
Han Heng was surprised: logically speaking, Ping'er was sixteen years old this year, and should have grown some pubic hair by now. Since she hadn't, it meant that Ping'er was a "white tiger" (a woman without pubic hair). There was a folk saying that "white tigers bring bad luck to their husbands," but Han Heng didn't believe it. Considering what the monk had said, Han Heng gradually felt that perhaps his bloodline really had fallen into Ping'er's veins.
Han Heng's distraction only lasted a moment. Now that he had reached the entrance, how could he not take a look? He probed forward slightly with his finger, and Ping'er hissed
, seemingly in slight pain.
But this probe startled him even more.

Chapter Six, Side Story Two:
Han Heng had been well-versed in medical books since childhood and had also dabbled in some rare and miscellaneous texts, knowing that the concept of "famous instruments" had existed since ancient times. However, he had never paid much attention to it, but now he was somewhat puzzled. Ping's little hole was smooth and hairless, tight and difficult to pass through, and its love juice was incredibly slippery, almost exactly like the "Jade Spitting Pearls" he had read about in his previous books. Han Heng rubbed some love juice and brought it to his nose; a faint fragrance wafted over, further confirming that Ping's little hole must indeed be the famous instrument "Jade Spitting Pearls."
Ping'er's vagina had been compromised, and she was already in a daze, but when she felt Han Heng quickly withdraw his fingers and remain still for a while, she gradually calmed down. Peeking open her eyes, she discovered that Han Heng was actually smelling her fingers; a trace of sticky fluid clung to them—it was her own genitals. Seeing Han Heng smelling her genitals, Ping'er frowned slightly and almost cried out, "Godfather... I... I washed it very clean, I... you... oh dear, don't smell it!"
Before she could finish speaking, she grabbed Han Heng's hand and pulled it from under his nose to her chest.
Seeing Ping'er's reaction, Han Heng smiled inwardly, offering no further explanation. He turned and kissed Ping'er's lips again, his hands moving rapidly, and soon the two were embracing naked.
Han Heng gently pressed himself against Ping'er, one hand guiding his penis to lightly rub and touch the entrance of her vagina. Ping'er was completely out of her mind, unable to even breathe, her heart drifting aimlessly.
A short while later, a sharp pain in her lower body brought Ping'er back to her senses. It felt as if her vagina had been torn open, a large penis thrusting into her. Ping'er immediately protested, crying out, "Oh my god...it hurts so much! Godfather, I don't want it anymore, boohoo...Aunt Fang lied to me, this...this doesn't feel like a mosquito bite, it feels like a dog bite...Godfather, pull it out quickly, I don't want it anymore, boohoo...Don't go in anymore, you...you...if you don't pull out, I'll bite you!"
Han Heng was both amused and exasperated by Ping'er's words, but he knew this was a crucial moment; he couldn't pull out now, or it would hurt even more and might leave Ping'er with psychological trauma. He gently kissed Ping'er's lips, lightly kneading her small breasts, trying to calm her down.
Ping'er had intended to bite Han Heng, but since he had hurt her so much, before she could even open her mouth, it was blocked. Just then, their teeth snapped shut, and blood immediately appeared on Han Heng's lower lip.
Han Heng, startled by the bite, broke out in a cold sweat; his penis, stimulated, seemed to swell even more. But having penetrated her, he figured a bite wouldn't hurt. However, after so many times of intimacy, this was the first time he had bled.
Ping'er felt much better after that bite. As she prepared to bite a second time, she suddenly tasted a metallic flavor in her mouth. She quickly released her grip and saw a wound on Han Heng's lip. She felt uneasy and anxious, but her mouth remained defiant, stammering, "Who...who told you to hurt me so much!"
Her earlier bravado was gone.
Han Heng didn't know how to talk to this girl, so he remained silent and tried his best to arouse Ping'er's desire.
Fortunately, Ping'er soon became lost in Han Heng's flirtatious methods, her eyes becoming increasingly hazy, and her fierce demeanor from before was gone.
...After the initial "pain," the two gradually entered the alley. Han Heng felt that Ping'er's little vagina was like a small mouth, constantly gripping his penis tightly; although Ping'er's love juice was plentiful, each time he entered, it was like the first time, extremely difficult. Han Heng remembered a fragment of a book that described "Jade Spitting Pearls," a white tiger's appearance, its secretions like jade, even after a hundred battles, it remains like a newly opened melon... It seemed that even if he stayed in Ping'er's room more often in the future, her little vagina would probably still grip his penis painfully like today. However, he was secretly delighted, as each time he made love with Ping'er, he would likely experience the pleasure of deflowering her, but he wondered if this girl would still bite him like she had today.
At this moment, although Ping'er still felt some pain in her vagina, it was bearable, and she no longer had the urge to bite. Moreover, with Han Heng's penis repeatedly withdrawing and penetrating, her soul moved in and out of her body with each thrust, leaving her no time to notice the slightest pain.
Han Heng was enjoying himself when he suddenly felt the person beneath him tremble, her vagina beginning to twitch, gripping his penis tightly. Han Heng was surprised: Was this little girl about to come? However, he had never encountered such a situation before; a powerful suction came from deep within, her honeyed orifice gripping his penis tightly.
In that instant, Ping'er cried out in a sob, "Godfather... Dad... I need to pee... Daddy... Ping'er needs to pee..."
Han Heng, already pushed to the edge by the suction, heard Ping'er's cries of "Daddy, Daddy," and the faces of his daughters flashed through his mind. In a daze, his spine tightened, and his perineum throbbed with an unbearable ache. He mustered his last strength and thrust deep into Ping'er's honeyed depths,
ejaculating with a "thump, thump..."
It felt like an eternity before Han Heng finally came to his senses. This ejaculation was a pleasure he had never experienced before, as if he were shooting his entire body out. After the ejaculation subsided, Han Heng lay on top of Ping'er, unwilling to get up for a long time. Despite it being late winter, both of them were drenched in a fine sweat. Ping'er's tears flowed during her orgasm; her rosy face was covered in sweat and tears, like a lotus leaf glistening with dew. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes tightly closed, and her hair was disheveled from the frenzy. Han Heng took a towel and carefully wiped Ping'er's face clean. He then slowly got up and withdrew his penis from Ping'er's vagina. Instantly, semen mixed with Ping'er's love juice gushed out, tinged with red. Han Heng used the silk handkerchief under Ping'er's buttocks to wipe it clean, carefully folded the "embroidered handkerchief," got out of bed, adjusted the brazier, blew out the candles, and got back into bed. He carefully embraced Ping'er, who had long since fallen asleep. She unconsciously twisted in Han Heng's arms before drifting off to sleep again. Han Heng stroked Ping'er's smooth, slightly damp back, staring into the darkness, his thoughts racing...
The next day, when Han Heng regained consciousness, the morning light was already faint outside the window. It seemed the snow that had been falling for several days had stopped. In his drowsy state, he reached out to hug her, only to find nothing! Han Heng immediately woke up, hurriedly opening his eyes to see Ping'er lying naked at the far end of the bed, her upper body well-covered by the blanket. Han Heng shook his head helplessly: This girl, she's still so restless in her sleep. Even in my arms, I can't keep her still. Luckily, I added some coal before going to bed last night, otherwise this little girl would freeze to death. Helpless, Han Heng smiled and pulled Ping'er out from the inside, hugged her, covered her with the blanket, and drifted off to sleep again.
After some time, Han Heng felt his penis being grabbed by a hand, and heard intermittent voices in his ears: "Serves you right for being fierce! Didn't you enjoy fucking me yesterday? Huh, it's bigger again? If you're fierce again, I'll bite you off and show you what I'm capable of..."
Han Heng was both amused and exasperated. Although he was middle-aged, he had always paid attention to health, and besides, it was early morning, and morning erections were something a man couldn't control. When she opened her eyes, the sunlight was already shining through the window; it was finally a sunny day. She wanted to get up, but was afraid of offending the little girl, so she pretended to be still half asleep, making a soft "hmm" sound and shifting her body.
Little did she know, this would terrify Ping'er. When Ping'er woke up in the morning, it was already bright outside. She found herself lying obediently in Han Heng's arms, feeling a surge of joy. Then, remembering how painfully Han Heng had penetrated her last night, she gritted her teeth. Seeing Han Heng still fast asleep, even snoring softly, she felt a surge of excitement, wanting to see what had caused the trouble inside her last night. So, Ping'er carefully crawled out of the covers to Han Heng's crotch. Using the light filtering through the gap, she saw the "culprit." Seeing it shaking and swaying, Ping'er instinctively reached out her little hand and grasped it, muttering something under her breath. A moment later, she noticed the thing in her hand suddenly growing bigger and thicker, so she called out to "threaten" it. Just as she was happily talking, she realized her godfather seemed to be waking up.
This was incredibly embarrassing; she screamed "Ah!" and frantically tried to get up. But she lost her balance and fell back down, and by sheer bad luck, Han Heng's penis ended up in Ping'er's mouth.
Han Heng initially thought he had handled things well, but then he felt his penis suddenly enter a warm, moist cavity, and the glans felt a sharp pain from being rubbed by something hard. He immediately realized he had accidentally inserted his penis into Ping'er's mouth. Remembering Ping'er's words earlier, he was terrified and quickly pulled the covers off, pulling his penis out of her mouth.
Under the covers, Ping'er, seeing her godfather's quick reaction, knew he had been awake for a while and must have heard everything. She cursed herself a thousand times in her mind, then turned back to curse Han Heng inwardly: "You stinky godfather, you dead godfather, you actually put your penis in my mouth, it stinks, I hate him so much..."
Although she was cursing him inwardly, she was too ashamed to get up, so she could only lie on Han Heng's lap and pretend to be dead.
Han Heng felt like this girl was driving him crazy. Not only had she bitten him yesterday, but she had also done this first thing this morning. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but seeing her lying there, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could only shake his head helplessly again, pick up Ping'er, and lay her upright. Ping'er kept her face covered with her hands, not saying a word, letting Han Heng do as he pleased.
Then Han Heng got out of bed and dressed.
After Han Heng finished dressing, he found Ping'er still lying in the same position, and he was greatly troubled. This couldn't go on. He had no choice but to take Ping'er's clothes and prepare to help her put them on; they needed to go to the ancestral hall later, and he couldn't let her lie like this.
Just as Han Heng was about to lift the covers, he saw Ping'er spring up from the bed, grab her clothes, reach out and hook down the curtain, and close it with her hands, blocking Han Heng outside. Han Heng stared at the tightly closed curtain, dumbfounded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and sighed, "This girl..."

Chapter Seven Side Story Three
Seeing that he was blocked outside by Ping'er, Han Heng had no choice but to go out alone first and close the door.
Outside, the sky was already bright, and the snow in Jingyang showed signs of melting, with a slight chill in the air.
Han Heng left Ping'er's courtyard and strolled to the ancestral hall. To his surprise, everyone in the family was there. The old patriarch sat calmly in a chair on his left; his seventh uncle stood beside him, serving him with a beaming smile; his wives and daughters sat below, their expressions varied; even the monk was there, his eyes slightly closed, still with that inscrutable, deadpan look.
Lin Fang turned and saw Han Heng, her face immediately breaking into a smile. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh dear, stop overthinking! The groom is here!"
As she spoke, she stepped forward and took Han Heng's hand.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Han Heng blushed slightly, coughed lightly, and stepped forward to greet the old patriarch first.
At this moment, Lin Fang tugged at Han Heng and leaned in to ask softly, "Why are you alone? Where's the bride?"
Han Heng replied in a low voice, "She's still inside. I was just about to ask you to go see her."
"What happened? Didn't I tell you to be gentle last night? How come you still made that little girl unable to get out of bed?"
Han Heng felt more embarrassed than ever before, and could only force himself to say, "No, no. Anyway, you should go see her quickly and teach her a lesson while you're at it."
Lin Fang pushed Han Heng and turned to the old man, saying, "Dad, I'm going to see Ping. This little girl, now that she's a bride, doesn't want to see us anymore."
"Hmm,"
the old man's voice was barely audible.
Lin Fang left on her own, and the old master spoke up, "Zhao Qi, after Ping'er serves tea, have Laifu prepare a feast and send it to our house for lunch."
"Yes, sir, I already instructed Gou'er to take care of that yesterday."
"Hmm, with you here, I have nothing to worry about. By the way, tell Laifu the wine must be from Ginkgo."
Everyone was clearly taken aback, and Zhao Qi cautiously asked, "Sir, I'm afraid there are only three jars of Ginkgo wine left..."
"What's it worth? Ping'er is worthy of this wine."
The old master's words left no room for argument.
"Yes."
The old master then turned to a monk and nodded, "Master, I know you don't like noise. But today is a joyous occasion for the Han family, and I hope you
will grant me this favor." Han Heng had expected the monk to refuse, but to his surprise, the monk nodded in agreement. Han Heng was greatly astonished. Although the monk was not averse to meat or alcohol, his meals were always delivered to his small room, and he had never shared a table with everyone. Today was truly a case of the sun rising in the west.
As they were discussing this, Lin Fang's voice rang out from afar: "The bride's here!"
Everyone turned to look, and Lin Fang walked ahead, smiling and laughing. Ping'er was being pulled along by her, taking two steps at a time to reach her.
She had already taken off her wedding dress from yesterday, and today Ping'er wore a bright red floral cotton-padded jacket, dark green trousers, and embroidered shoes. She stood there shyly, her head bowed.
At this moment, the old man's eyes seemed to suddenly brighten, and the monk also opened his eyes, glanced at Ping'er, and then closed them again, seemingly lost in thought.
Ping'er, experiencing her first sexual experience, was indeed somewhat different from yesterday. A glint seemed to flash in her eyes, her hair was styled in a high bun, revealing her pink ears and snow-white neck, and her face glowed with a rosy radiance in the cool morning air. Although still small in stature, she already possessed the charm of a woman.
Lin Fang led Ping'er to the center of the ancestral hall. Ping'er first knelt down and kowtowed three times to the ancestral tablet. Then she stood up and walked to the old man, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times. Zhao Qi had already brought over a cup of tea, which Ping'er took, respectfully raised above her head, and said softly, "Dad... Dad, please have some tea."
The old man sighed and said, "Good, good, good, good child, get up."
He bent down and personally helped Ping'er up. Seeing the old man help her up, Ping'er quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa... Dad, I can get up by myself."
Then she helped the old man back to his seat. The old man said "good" several times.
After serving tea to the old man, Ping'er served tea to Han Heng and her several "sisters"—who were her aunts yesterday.
Han Heng watched Ping'er busying herself, his heart filled with emotion. Before last night, this girl was still considered his "daughter." Even on their wedding night, she called him "godfather, godfather." Today, in the blink of an eye, "daughter" has become "wife." Although Han Heng had experienced immense pleasure and satisfaction in bed yesterday, looking at Ping'er's petite figure now, he still felt a pang of guilt.
That day, Han Heng's family, along with a monk, Zhao Qi, and Fatty Dog, a total of thirteen people, held a banquet in the old master's reception room. Although it was a family feast, the atmosphere was somewhat strange. Han Heng saw that his first wife, Shen Hong, had a somber face, and that his second wife, Li Ling, had cold eyes. He understood perfectly well that he had wronged them and was helpless. This blessing of having multiple wives wasn't so easy to enjoy.
Only the old master was in high spirits, drinking with the monk until they were both drunk. Even Zhao Qi and Fatty Dog, who were sitting with him, drank a few more cups.
At the old master's urging, Ping'er actually drank three cups of wine. Afterwards, she was too drunk to hold her liquor and leaned weakly against Han Heng's chest. Han Heng could only half-embrace her as they hurriedly finished their meal.
Time flies in the book, and years are hard to hold onto. In the blink of an eye, Ping'er, as Han Heng's wife, had been living in the Han family compound for more than half a year.
"Oh dear, my dear, take it easy. If the master sees this, he'll scold me again."
An old woman stood with her arms outstretched, anxiously protecting a little girl like a mother hen. The little girl was happily kicking a shuttlecock, her pretty face glistening with sweat, the only incongruous thing being her protruding belly.
"Wang Ma, what are you afraid of? Heng-ge already said I need to move around more now."
The little girl was a bit annoyed that Wang Ma had brought up the old man, and said to Wang Ma with dissatisfaction.
"Young Master said you can move around more, but he didn't tell you to jump around like that! You're over five months pregnant, don't hurt the baby. The other day, the old man saw you playing with the iron hoop and scolded us old folks. My little darling, just calm down, look at all that sweat, take a break."
Ping'er listened to Wang Ma's endless nagging, and being a little tired herself, she reluctantly leaned on Wang Ma's hand and half-reclined on a wicker chair under a tree.
"Wang Ma, where did Heng-ge go? He left early this morning, and it's past noon already, why hasn't he come back yet?"
The little girl asked, wiping the sweat from her face with a silk handkerchief.
Wang Ma brought over a plate of glass cups filled with chilled bayberries and said, "A group of bald women came down from Tie Tou Mountain in Hexi. It seems they want to rent our land to build a temple. Young Master went there early this morning, and he should be back by this afternoon."
Ping'er pouted and said, "Why didn't Seventh Uncle handle this? Why did Heng-ge have to go himself?"
"It's all because of you, my little darling! Master said it's a matter of accumulating good karma, and the young master is a monk. He sincerely prays to Buddha, hoping to bless you... to give birth to a big, healthy boy!"
Wang Ma said, pinching Ping'er's cheek with her finger, her wrinkles crinkling with laughter.
Ping'er blushed at Wang Ma's words, lowered her head in protest, and shook Wang Ma's hand, acting coquettishly. Wang Ma chuckled helplessly, "Alright, alright! My dear, stop shaking me! This old woman's body can't take your rubbing. As the saying goes, a round belly means a boy, a pointed belly means a girl. Look at your round belly, you'll definitely have a son!"
Ping'er, though previously carefree and chivalrous, had become somewhat more restrained since marrying Han Heng. Plus, her pregnancy over the past six months had given her a touch of demureness. Hearing Wang Ma's words, she feigned shyness, but secretly rejoiced: if I could give Heng-ge a son, it would be a way to repay the kindness of my husband and Heng-ge in raising me. Thinking of this, even the scorching sun seemed insignificant.
Han Heng was somewhat displeased. Today, the sun was so pleasant to be out in the house. But last night, for some reason, Old Master Han had suddenly summoned Han Heng to personally oversee this matter. Zhao Qi had already arranged everything, so now he had to prepare everything anew. Groundbreaking is no small matter, especially since the Han family head is personally involved, so some things need to be rearranged. Han Heng had barely uttered a few words of objection when the old man glared at him, leaving him with no choice but to agree with a wry smile.
And so, he'd been busy all morning. He'd rushed out in the morning, not even finishing breakfast properly, and had a hasty lunch, though the sweltering heat hadn't really whetted his appetite. After finishing his business, he sent his entourage home to explain things to the old man, stealing a few moments of leisure to wander around the town and dispel his frustration.
Just as he turned a corner, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Young Master, Young Master, please wait."
In Huichun Town, he was probably the only one called "Young Master. " Han Heng turned around and saw Fatty Dog running towards him, panting. "Young Master, Young Master, it's great to see you! I haven't seen you come to town these past few days."
Han Heng smiled at Fatty Dog and said, "Laifu, with your build, can you even run?"
"Hehe, I can't believe how excited Young Master is."
Fatty Dog was a little shy.
"You should really start losing some weight. Have you been taking the medicine I prescribed on time?"
"Yes, yes. Twice a day, once at nine o'clock and once at six o'clock. My wife has prepared it for me."
Fatty Dog hurriedly replied.
"You've taken the medicine, but you've probably been eating a lot of meat too, haven't you?"
Han Heng squinted and asked.
"Hehe, I can't control myself, I can't control myself."
Fatty Dog scratched his head a little embarrassed.
"Be careful, Uncle Qi might sew your mouth shut one day when he gets angry."
Han Heng said helplessly.
The fat dog chuckled ingratiatingly. After a while, Han Heng asked, "What? Why did you stop me? Do you have something good to offer me?"
"Hehe, you really guessed right, young master. Yesterday, the boy at home caught some fresh fish in the river. I cleaned them and brought them to the yard. There's also a bottle of wine from under the maple tree. It's hot, have some to cool off."
"Not bad, not bad. It's been a long time since I've tasted your cooking. You old rascal, when we were studying medicine together, I never saw you so dedicated. All you can do is make these kinds of things."
"Sigh... With you ahead of me, young master, it's no use no matter how well I learn."
The fat dog sighed and said, "Besides, I don't like those grasses and flowers, and I can't stand the smell of Western medicine's disinfectant. Being a cook is better, I like it... Young master, don't tell my father about this, or he'll definitely beat me with a stick again."
The fat dog suddenly stopped talking, as if he remembered something, and frowned as he gave a warning.
Han Heng laughed heartily, patting Fatty Dog on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we don't need to talk like this."
He turned to leave, glancing back as he went, "Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
"Young Master, don't rush,"
Fatty Dog caught up, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and lowering his voice, "This is a prescription Master sent the day before yesterday. He wants me to brew a few doses and deliver them to Ping'er in the courtyard. Take a look?"
Han Heng was taken aback, taking the prescription with a puzzled look, and asked, "My father's prescription?"
"I don't know, that's why I brought it for you to see."
"Three qian of perilla, one qian of mugwort... Hmm, that's my father's handiwork."
After saying this, he stopped, focusing intently on the prescription. After a long while, he looked up and said, "The prescription is correct. Brew it according to the instructions. But when you deliver it, it must be 70% hot; too cold or too hot won't work."
"I admit it!"
Fatty Dog slapped his thigh, "My old man said the same thing when he brought it."
"Hmm."
Han Heng nodded. "My dad will definitely give instructions; he's so cautious with medicine."
Fatty Dog waited a while, and seeing Han Heng deep in thought, he asked, "Then I'll just brew it as instructed?"
"Sure."
Han Heng answered casually, then suddenly turned to look at Fatty Dog, his gaze intense. "You kid, do you think there's something wrong with the prescription my dad sent?"
Fatty Dog said sheepishly, "How could there be... I was just worried it might be that monk's prescription."
Han Heng said with a wry smile, "Don't be suspicious. It's a good prescription; I doubt I could write one as good as it. Just follow it."
"Alright, I'll go get busy now?"
"Yeah."
Han Heng agreed, took a few steps, then turned back and said, "By the way, Laifu, someone delivered a big freezer to the house. Go get it and use it."
Fatty Dog's face lit up with joy, but then he became hesitant, "That's too much trouble. Let's just use it in the yard."
"Alright, don't give me that crap. There's a small refrigerator at home. Just go get it when I tell you. Stop with the nonsense."
Han Heng pretended to be angry.
"Okay! I'll go with my son in a bit. Hehe!"
Fatty Dog rubbed his hands excitedly.
Han Heng felt a little tired after Fatty Dog's antics, so he turned north and prepared to go home.
On the way, Han Heng thought to himself: Dad really puts his heart into it; his skills are still there, but this might attract gossip again. But then he thought of his love for Ping'er, and he felt helpless.

Chapter Eight: Side Story
Summer passed and autumn arrived, the last days of autumn approaching.
Night fell in Lin Fang's courtyard.
"Ah... um... you damned bastard, be gentle..."
Gasps of breath came from inside the room.
Han Heng carried Lin Fang's legs on his shoulders, his lower body thrusting powerfully into her buttocks. Lin Fang's hair was disheveled, her eyes were glazed, and she bit her lip tightly, looking utterly helpless.
"Ping'er, she's due in the next few days... oh... slow down... you're not at the hospital watching over her... be careful... be careful Dad will cause you trouble again..."
Lin Fang managed to finish her sentence in broken sentences.
Han Heng replied, panting heavily, "I've been at the hospital for a week, I know what's going on, Ping'er won't give birth until the day after tomorrow."
Although he was speaking, his lower body didn't stop, his thick penis going in and out of Lin Fang's vagina, making Lin Fang pant incessantly.
Lin Fang was only saying that, but judging from her intoxicated appearance, she probably wished Han Heng could come every day. Four women in the courtyard were watching one man. Although Ping'er had been heavily pregnant for the past six months, there were still two other women, both ruthless and greedy, who wouldn't let her have all the advantages. Besides, although Heng-ge's health was still good, he was, after all, over forty years old and should cherish his health. So, given this rare opportunity for pleasure, she wanted to enjoy herself to the fullest.
Han Heng thrust a few more times, but eventually grew tired; after all, he was over forty. Lin Fang sensed this and said considerately, "Heng-ge, take a break. We're an old married couple, why are you still so impulsive?"
Her voice was seductive and sweet.
Hearing this, Han Heng lowered Lin Fang's legs from his shoulders. Because her legs had been raised for a while, Lin Fang trembled slightly when they landed on the bed, but before she could settle down, she wrapped herself around Han Heng's body again. Han Heng leaned down and kissed Lin Fang's fragrant lips. Lin Fang wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two kissed passionately.
After a long while, their lips parted, and Han Heng rolled over, holding Lin Fang. They lay face to face on the bed, Han Heng's penis still hard inside Lin Fang's vagina. Lin Fang, slightly breathless from Han Heng's kisses, her eyes glazed with desire, said, "Brother Heng, is Ping in bed...?"
She hesitated.
"What?"
Han Heng asked, puzzled.
"Oh, it's just... is Ping in bed as horny as I am... ah?"
Lin Fang blurted out, giving Han Heng a flirtatious wink. Stimulated by
this, Han Heng's penis seemed to harden even more. He immediately began to slowly thrust, holding Lin Fang, saying, "Ping'er is still a little girl, she's so shy in bed, unlike you, you dare to say anything."
"Ah... isn't it... isn't it because of you... you always make me so horny..."
Lin Fang felt that intoxicating pleasure returning.
Han Heng continued, "It's strange, Ping'er is usually so unruly, but in bed she's as shy as a little wife."
"Hehe, isn't she your little wife?"
"On our wedding night, when she was excited, she even called me godfather."
"Godfather?"
Lin Fang was stunned, as if an electric current had suddenly flowed through her body, and she shivered. Immediately, she hugged Han Heng and began to actively stroke his penis, shouting, "Godfather, ah...you're fucking your daughter to death...you're fucking your daughter to death..." Han Heng was a little
confused by Lin Fang's sudden action, but hearing her call him godfather again and again, it was as if he was back on his wedding night with Ping'er. Instantly, his blood rushed to his head. He held Lin Fang's head tightly with one hand and pressed the other hand on Lin Fang's buttocks, coordinating with Lin Fang's movements and speeding up his thrusts.
Meanwhile, Lin Fang was still screaming, "Godfather... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Dad... Dad... You're killing your daughter... It's killing me..."
Han Heng moved faster and faster, his eyes turning red, and he let out low growls. He flipped over and pinned Lin Fang beneath him, lifting her legs and relentlessly pounding into her hips.
Lin Fang was becoming somewhat dazed from Han Heng's ministrations, only knowing that the louder and more lewd her screams, the greater the pleasure. So, whatever came to her lips was, "Dad... Fang'er's dear dad... Fuck me to death, fuck your daughter to death!"
Han Heng felt his penis growing even harder, gradually losing control. But Lin Fang was even more unbearable; her vagina began to convulse, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within, hitting Han Heng's glans.
"Daddy... Father... Dear Grandpa... Fang'er can't take it anymore... Shuhui's daddy, fuck Shuhui to death... fuck your daughter Shuhui to death... Ah..."
A long, drawn-out sound escaped Lin Fang's lips. Lin Fang seemed to be choked, her head thrown back, her exhalations less than her inhalations, her body completely stiff.
Han Heng was directly stimulated to the edge by Lin Fang's last cry of "Shuhui," grabbing Lin Fang's buttocks and thrusting hard a few times, his penis reaching deep into Lin Fang's vagina as he began to ejaculate wildly.
"Hoo..."
Han Heng let out a long sigh, rolling off Lin Fang, who was also catching her breath.
Lin Fang leaned closer, resting her head on Han Heng's wet chest, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Heng, you haven't been this fierce in a long time. Is it...?"
Lin Fang pursed her lips, smiled mysteriously, and whispered in Han Heng's ear, "Is it that you really want to sleep with Shu Hui?"
Han Heng's face changed drastically upon hearing
this, and he angrily said, "Lin Fang, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Fang regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, realizing she had gone too far, and hurriedly said, "Look at my mouth. Brother Heng, Brother Heng, don't be angry! I was just joking, it's your fault for being so rough with me just now, I haven't recovered yet."
Seeing Lin Fang's humble appearance, and having just given her a good time, Han Heng couldn't continue to show his anger, but his mind was racing. He sighed and said, "Fang'er, don't say things like that again. Marrying Ping'er already makes me feel very guilty, if... do you want me to go to hell? In short, please, please don't make jokes like that again."
Han Heng looked exhausted.
Lin Fang then realized how much her words had hurt Han Heng. She quickly hugged him and sobbed, "Heng-ge, I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll never do it again. I didn't think before I spoke. Please don't be like this. It's all our fault, our fault for not giving you a son. Please don't be like this, Heng-ge."
Lin Fang was on the verge of tears.
Han Heng stroked Lin Fang's hair and said slowly, "Fang'er, this isn't your fault. I know you didn't mean it. It's just... it's just that I can't get over this hurdle in my heart. After Ping'er got pregnant, I never slept with her again. Now you know why, right? Maybe it really is like what that monk said, that I've saved too many lives, and God has punished me by making me childless."
Lin Fang shook her head desperately, saying, "No, no. If saving people is a sin, then God is too blind. Don't worry, Ping'er will definitely give you a son this time."
Han Heng shook his head slightly and said, "I hope so, I hope God will forgive me. Alright, Fang'er, go to sleep."
After saying that, Han Heng fell silent.
Lin Fang was filled with regret, because her words had made Han Heng so exhausted, and it pained her deeply. Seeing that Han Heng remained silent, Lin Fang said nothing, only nestling tightly in his arms. She wanted to use her gentleness and tenderness to ease the burden on this man's heart.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Outside the delivery room of the "Rejuvenation" Hospital, Han Heng paced anxiously. He had reacted this way when his first four daughters were born; but when Lin Fang gave birth to Shu Hui, Han Heng seemed somewhat numb. Sure enough, God had given him another daughter. In fact, Han Heng's family treated his daughters very well. Even the old man, who was obsessed with his grandchildren, genuinely loved his granddaughters. However, under the pressure of continuing the Han family line, the old man had driven Han Heng to a point of madness.
Although Han Heng felt that the monk's words were somewhat absurd, deep down he couldn't help but hope that the monk's words would come true. At this moment, he seemed to feel the same anxiety, uncertainty, and fear of loss that he had felt when waiting for the birth of his first child.
Lin Fang waited anxiously in the chair beside him. She also hoped that Ping would give birth to a son this time, to carry on the Han family line, but she wasn't as exhausted as Han Heng. Lin Fang finally felt a little dizzy from Han Heng's constant pacing and couldn't help but say, "Brother Heng, sit down and rest for a while."
Han Heng paused, waved his hand at Lin Fang, and didn't speak. Lin Fang sighed in frustration and stopped talking. Then Han Heng suddenly spoke up: "Fang'er, where are my dad and Shen Hong? Weren't they here this afternoon?"
Lin Fang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dad's spirits weren't very good this afternoon. In the evening, he couldn't hold on any longer and Uncle Qi had to drag him home. Dad said he'd rest at home for a while and then come back. My eldest sister and the others said they were worried about him and wanted to go back to stay with him."
Lin Fang said cautiously.
Han Heng grunted in response, his eyes fixed on the operating room door, his mind seemingly lost in thought.
Time ticked by, and Han Heng and Lin Fang were still waiting outside the delivery room. The old master kept sending people over, but Han Heng sent them all away, instructing all the servants to return as well. Han Heng was extremely worried; the restlessness was driving him crazy. Ping'er in the ward was giving birth for the first time, and she was so young. So much time had passed; she had started labor at 3 PM, and it had been over four hours. Because they were worried that Ping'er was too young to handle it, they had opted for a cesarean section. He had arranged the surgery himself, and the doctor delivering the baby was the most experienced in his hospital. In theory, it should have been over in half an hour, or at most an hour, even including preparation time. But now it had been over four hours. The more Han Heng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He even had an urge to rush into the delivery room, but he knew that the worst thing that could happen during surgery was to be disturbed. If something went wrong, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Just as Han Heng was in a state of panic, a commotion broke out.
"Where's my grandson? Hasn't my grandson come out yet? That brat, I'll spank him when he's out!"
Old Master Han arrived.
Han Heng hurried out to greet him. Old Master Han, supported by his seventh uncle, walked briskly towards him. Although Old Master Han looked anxious, the joy in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Han Heng stepped forward to support Old Master Han and said, "Dad, why are you here again? Didn't I send someone back to tell you that I would notify you as soon as he was born? It's so cold and dewy outside, what if he catches a cold?" Old Master Han placed
his hand in his son's hand, glared at him, and said with dissatisfaction, "What kind of talk is this? My grandson is born, and I'm not even allowed to come and see him? You're too domineering as a father. You think this little bit of cold weather can scare me away? No way! Hahaha..."
Once the old man got excited, his arrogant and domineering temper from his youth resurfaced.
Seeing the old man's high spirits, Han Heng had no choice but to suppress his unease. He carefully helped the old man to the cushion that Zhao Qi had laid out and asked, "Where are Shen Hong and the others?"
"Hmph..."
The old man rolled his eyes and said coldly, "I told them to watch the house. They're just getting in my way."
Seeing that the old man was angry, Han Heng knew that Shen Hong and the others' actions that afternoon had already displeased him, so he didn't say anything and could only force a smile.
The old man calmed down and saw that Han Heng and Lin Fang were still waiting outside the door. He frowned and asked, "Ping'er hasn't come out yet? It's been quite a while."
"Dad, don't worry. Ping'er is so young, it might be more complicated for her to give birth."
Han Heng comforted the old man.
"Bullshit! Do you think I don't know anything about Western medicine? Even if it's complicated, it shouldn't take four hours to give birth, right? Is there something wrong with your surgical plan?"
The old man was displeased.
“Dad, you know how skilled Heng is, how could there be a problem?”
Lin Fang quickly defended Han Heng when she saw he was being difficult to talk to.
Old Master Han also knew his son’s medical skills, but four hours had passed, and it just didn’t make sense. He became anxious and started cursing, “You brat, it must be your stupid surgery that’s the problem! What did I tell you? No C-section, you could have delivered the baby yourself without any problems. But you coward, you’re so afraid of this and that. I’m telling you, if anything happens to my Ping’er and grandson, I’ll break your legs!”
Han Heng was already extremely agitated, but he couldn’t let his father worry, so he kept trying to calm him down. The doctors and nurses who had rushed over also came to help persuade Old Master Han, and they finally managed to calm him down a little.
Five more minutes passed, and the old man grew impatient. "No, I can't wait any longer! I have to go in and check! My little Ping has definitely been ruined by you quacks!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man stood up and was about to head into the delivery room when the people around him quickly pulled him back.
Just as things were getting lively, the delivery room door suddenly opened. The group of people outside instantly fell silent, a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the nurse who came out of the delivery room.
Nurse Cai was the best obstetrics and gynecology nurse at "Rejuvenation" Hospital, having weathered many storms, but being stared at by a dozen pairs of eyes as soon as she stepped out still made her a little uncomfortable; what's more, among these people were her hospital director and his father, both of whom were world-renowned miracle doctors. Looking at the director and his father's eager eyes, Nurse Cai didn't know what to say.
Nurse Cai carefully chose her words: "Although the surgery was a bit complicated, it turned out alright, both mother and child are safe."
Upon hearing the joyous news, the old man abruptly broke free from those pulling him away, leaped to Nurse Cai, and burst into laughter. He exclaimed impatiently, "It's born? It's born! Haha, the Han family has an heir! This damned heaven is finally on my side! The Han family has an heir! Where's my grandson? Bring him here quickly, I've missed him so much! How much does he weigh?"
The old man's words came out like a machine gun, but Nurse Cai looked troubled, frozen in place, unsure how to answer. She could only look at Han Heng pleadingly.
Hearing the nurse's words, Han Heng felt a huge weight lifted from his heart, and a sense of relief washed over him. However, Nurse Cai's gaze terrified him again, his heart leaping into his throat. His mind raced, and his face turned deathly pale.
Han Heng, forcing himself to stay awake, walked to the old man and helped him up, saying, "Dad, it's good that mother and child are safe. Don't worry. It's getting late, you should go home and rest. Seventh Uncle, help my dad home."
The old man objected, yelling at Han Heng, "Nonsense! Nobody can stop me today. I must see my grandson. If you're tired, go home first. Don't wander around here. Get out of here!"
He then ignored Han Heng, turning his head to stare at Nurse Cai with a look of glee.
Under the burning gaze of the director's father, Nurse Cai slowly lowered her head. She truly didn't know how to say it. The director's family's affairs were known far and wide; how could she possibly bring herself to speak of it?
Grandpa Han wasn't stupid; he was quite a figure in his youth. He was just overjoyed at the sudden good news, but seeing Nurse Cai's condition, his heart sank. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto Han Heng. Han Heng quickly caught him, anxiously calling out, "Dad, Dad, how are you?"
He helped the old man to a chair nearby and extended three fingers to take his pulse.
"Slap!" The old man quickly slapped Han Heng's hand away, struggling to lift his head. He asked Nurse Cai in a trembling voice, "Boy or girl?"
Nurse Cai was already frightened by her father's near fainting, and now his question made it difficult for her to answer. She could only turn her gaze to Han Heng.
At this moment, Grandpa Han understood perfectly well; it seemed it was another girl. After a long silence, the old man let out a deafening roar, his voice almost choked with despair—he had finally fainted completely.
Now everyone was truly panicked, especially Han Heng, who lost his composure. The old man had survived countless battles in his youth, leaving him with many chronic ailments. He had only managed to endure this thanks to his and his father's exceptional medical skills. If anything were to happen to the old man today, Han Heng would be willing to die for it.
In his anxiety, Han Heng quickly began emergency treatment for his father while simultaneously arranging for resuscitation and a ward. Just as everyone was in a state of chaos, the old man slowly awoke. Everyone immediately quieted down and looked at the old man with concern.
The old man's gaze swept over the group of people before finally settling on Han Heng. He gestured with his lips, and Han Heng quickly leaned in to listen. He heard the old man's voice barely audible: "Kick him out of the Han family! Go, get that bald man out of my house!"
Han Heng quickly covered the old man's mouth, his eyes moist, almost crying, and said, "Dad, don't worry. Let's focus on treatment first. Once you're fully recovered, you can do whatever you want with him."
The old man gripped Han Heng's hand tightly, staring intently at him. His voice suddenly rose: "Kick him out!"
Those three words seemed to use up the last of his strength, and his body went limp, collapsing into Han Heng's arms.
Han Heng fought back his tears and said, "Okay, okay. Dad, don't worry, I'll have someone kick him out right away. Where's the cart? Why hasn't the cart arrived yet?"
The last sentence was shouted at the people around them.
Just as things were getting chaotic, Han Heng suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Turning around, he saw it was one of the young men he had previously sent away. Han Heng frowned, about to reprimand him. The man hurriedly said, "Young Master, Young Master, please don't be angry. The Master sent me."
He then pulled a sachet from his pocket and continued, "The Master told me to give this sachet to the Master."
Han Heng's frown deepened. He took the sachet, examined it briefly, and prepared to put it in his pocket. He figured he could deal with the matter at hand after the Master had passed his critical period.
However, the Master, with his sharp eyes, spotted the sachet. His eyes lit up, and he struggled to his feet, saying haltingly, "Quick...quick...give me that sachet..."
He desperately grabbed at the sachet.
Han Heng quickly handed the sachet to the Master, wondering why his father was so anxious about it. The old man's hands trembled as he tried to unseal the bag, but after shaking it for a long time, the sachet remained tightly sealed. Lin Fang, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and helped him unseal it.
The old man took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and his face immediately flushed red
. He cried out in a hoarse voice, "Haha... I knew it... I knew it... cough, cough... Heaven won't destroy the Han family, heaven won't destroy the Han family..." Before he could finish speaking, he coughed again.
Han Heng hurriedly helped the old man catch his breath and peeked at the paper. There were five characters on it: "Single Phoenix Welcoming Dragon Phoenix." "Grandma, Grandma, what does 'Single Phoenix Welcoming Dragon Phoenix' mean?"
Twelve-year-old Ji'er interrupted her mother and asked curiously.
I glared at Ji'er and said, "Don't interrupt Grandma."
Ji'er stuck out her tongue at me, put her hands on my chest, and began to gently wiggle her little bottom.
That evening, the family was shocked by my younger sister's words. I was stunned for a long time before I recovered and continued to question her, but all I could get out of her were the words "Blood Melting Pill." I felt anxious and didn't know what to do. Finally, my mother stepped in, calmed everyone down, and invited them to eat dinner
first. After dinner, the little girls clamored for me to tell them what the "Blood Melting Pill" was. I was at my wit's end. I only knew what it was used for, but I really didn't know the details. Again, my mother stepped in and said, "Alright, little girls, you're all so curious at such a young age. I'll take this opportunity to tell you about our family's past."
The little girls cheered, even the usually quiet Jing'er was very interested.
It was already past midnight. The two younger girls, Meimei and Shuangshuang, had already been put to sleep in the next room, and Jing'er, because she was heavily pregnant, had been taken to rest by her older sister. The remaining girls were quite enthusiastic, especially Yingying, who refused to go to sleep first. I had to pretend to be angry to coax her into going to bed first, so my younger sister had to stay with Yingying.
Now it was just Ji'er, Qin'er, Lan'er, Ping'er, Mom, and me. While Mom was telling those stories, I had already brought my older sister and the other girls to orgasm, and I had ejaculated twice myself. Normally, these girls wouldn't withstand a few thrusts from me; they'd fall into a deep sleep after their orgasms. But today, they were all incredibly energetic, begging Mom to tell them story after story. Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend, so we don't have to get up early for school. While listening to the stories, the girls got playful again, each spreading their tender little genitals and mounting me, playing with my big penis, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Now, it was Ji'er's turn. My thick cock was nestled inside Ji'er's little pussy. When she got so engrossed in listening, Ji'er would forget to wiggle her hips. Sure enough, as soon as her mother's story ended, Ji'er remembered it again.
Actually, this kind of sex was the most uncomfortable for me. With my cock stuck like that for so long, I always felt an urge to release. But the girls' bodies were just too delicate. How could I ignore their health and just keep fucking them hard?
Looking at Ji'er's smooth, hairless vulva as she swallowed my penis, Mom smiled lovingly and said, "Ji'er, '
Single Phoenix' refers to your mother, and '
Dragon and Phoenix' refers to your father and your aunt."
"Oh... so that means after Grandma gives birth to Mom, she'll give birth to Dad and Aunt?"
Ji'er suddenly realized.
"Yes, our Ji'er is so smart!"
Mom sat up beside me and kissed Ji'er on the lips.
Suddenly, Qin'er, who was sharing my testicles with Lan'er below me, poked her head out and asked, "Mom, how did that old monk know?"
Mom looked confused. "I don't know either. I only know that the old monk..." I couldn't help but start matching Qin'er's movements, thrusting my hips and increasing the amplitude of my penis's movement in and out of Qin'er's vagina, saying, "Is that old monk really that amazing?" Mom said sadly, "I don't know
either, that old monk...sigh..."
Seeing that Mom was a little tired, I quickly stopped her, saying, "Okay, Mom, don't think about it anymore, what's past is past."
Hearing this, Mom shook her head, as if trying to banish those unpleasant memories from her mind—a sight that pained me to see—and said to the little girls, "Alright, that's enough for today's story. Now..." Mom
winked at me, "Let's see which of you little girls can make Daddy ejaculate!" The
little girls cheered and began their respective tasks. I knew that Mom was afraid I would feel uncomfortable, so she said that to the girls. I gratefully kissed Mom on the lips, no longer suppressing myself, and grabbed Ji'er's slender waist with both hands, speeding up.
As soon as I exerted force, Ji'er couldn't take it anymore, and started moaning "ee-yah-yah". Ji'er was the youngest in the family I had been intimate with, and I only deflowered her after the New Year this year, so her little hole wasn't very used to my penis. After a few moments, she went limp on my body. Mom carefully lifted Ji'er off me, and Qin'er and Lan'er, who had been waiting for a long time
, immediately rushed over. I couldn't help but laugh and quickly stopped them. Mom was also amused: "You two rascals! Okay, stop now, your dad's penis is about to go soft." "
Upon hearing this, I became unhappy and defiantly shook my penis at my mother. My mother rolled her eyes at me and arranged for Lan'er to ride on top first. As soon as my
penis entered Lan'er's vagina, I immediately became aroused. I had been fucking Lan'er and Qin'er for over three years, and their vaginas were already used to my penis, so I wasn't as gentle as I was with Ji'er. Besides, after holding back for so long, I urgently needed to release. Otherwise, if I kept grinding like this, by the time these girls had all climaxed, I was afraid I would still be as hard as ever.
My mother patted me, signaling me to slow down, and then put her mouth to the point where Lan'er and I were joined, gently exploring and softly licking the clitoris; Qin'er, not being able to compete with her sister, mumbled a few words and then looked for..." Upon reaching our new target, she grabbed my large hand and inserted her middle finger directly into her vagina.
Ping'er, who had been licking my entire body, saw that my upper body was empty, spread her legs, and brought her vulva to my mouth. I secretly rejoiced; Ping'er had always been so sensible. Naturally, I wouldn't be polite with such tender flesh offered to me. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked Ping'er's smooth vulva.
After licking from the front for a while, Mom moved to the back and took my testicles into her mouth, gently sucking them. With Ping'er's tender vulva licking above me, Lan'er clinging to my penis, my fingers playing with her, and my testicles being well cared for, all while the moans of my daughters, big and small, filled my ears. The pleasure quickly intensified, and I was on the verge of ejaculation.
Lan'er, still not resistant, endured a few of my forceful thrusts before letting out a cry and collapsing onto me. Seeing her chance, Qin'er quickly pushed her sister off me, flipped over, and took my penis inside. Before Mom could react, the little butt on her head had changed from her youngest daughter's to her third daughter's, but she felt my pelvis tighten, knowing I was about to ejaculate, and didn't care, focusing even harder on my testicles. Just as I was about to
reach my climax, Lan'er's vagina left, leaving me feeling a pang of displeasure, but then another equally wet and pink vagina took over. Freeing my hands, I gripped Qin'er's slender waist, increased the speed, and thrust rapidly, my tongue also tensing, like a penis thrusting into Ping'er's tender vagina.
Qin'er was immediately overwhelmed by my vigorous thrusting, almost instantly reaching orgasm. After only a dozen or so thrusts, I felt Qin'er's vagina begin to tremble deep inside, and I thought, "Oh no!" As expected, after a few more thrusts, Qin'er, like her sister, cried out and climaxed.
Qin'er's love juice splattered onto my glans, becoming the final push. I growled softly, gripping Qin'er's buttocks tightly, and thrusting my penis deep into her vagina. My mother then bit my testicles at just the right moment, and instantly, a shiver ran down my spine, and my semen gushed out from my glans. Qin'er,
trembling from the heat of my semen, experienced another climax, crying out, "Daddy, Daddy, you're killing me... Waaah... Waaah... Bad Daddy... You shot it into my... little belly... I... I also... want to give Daddy... Waaah... a daughter..."
How could I, as her father, refuse my daughter's request? My glans had already broken through Qin'er's cervix, spraying unrestrainedly into her small, delicate uterus, searching for an egg to fertilize and nurture the next generation.

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