[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 4-6

(2)

Agong Town is China's Black Triangle. Here, some people can act with impunity. For criminals, especially those involved in smuggling and drug trafficking, it is undoubtedly a paradise, a true Shangri-La. Liu Xiao, nicknamed Black Bull, made his fortune here. To be honest, Liu Xiao was a complete stranger to Lu Zirong at first.

However, there is something in this world called fate, or in other words, chance. In the vast sea of people, you may search for someone and find nothing, no matter how hard you try.

Lu Zirong and Liu Xiao were very destined to meet. Liu Xiao was a very righteous person, and Lu Zirong was also a guy who understood the code of the underworld. The two met in a bar. At that time, Liu Xiao's business had not grown much. He was just a fugitive who shouted for others to fight.

That night, penniless Liu Xiao considered resorting to violence to solicit a high-priced woman, but he hadn't expected her to have powerful backing. Liu Xiao almost got beaten up—and at that crucial moment, Lu Zirong stepped in, giving him 50,000 yuan. He was intuitive, and Liu Xiao felt he must be a very generous person.

Liu Xiao was extremely grateful and that very night became sworn brothers with Lu Zirong, recognizing him as his elder brother, even though he was older than Lu Zirong.

Lu Zirong was strong, muscular, and not unintelligent, naturally attracting a large following. At the time, their group didn't have much influence in Agong. Later, through Lu Zirong's generous assistance, Liu Xiao rose to his current position as the leader of Agong.

"Big Brother, you really came in person! Good, good, good!"

Inside a two-story villa, armed thugs stood on both sides of the hall. Lu Zirong sat in the largest armchair, above him hung a statue of Guan Yu. Liu Xiao sat in a sofa chair beside him—in the underworld, rules were paramount. Lu Zirong's arrival meant he was the boss here, a sacred position that no one could infringe upon. The distinction between superior and inferior had to be clear.

"Black Bull, what's the rush to see Big Brother?"

"Big Brother, Ergunzi has been implicated by a bastard. What do you say we do?"

"Do what needs to be done." Lu Zirong exhaled a smoke ring and said calmly.

"That bastard is still in jail, under police protection."

"Hmm, I'll take care of this when I get back. Why did he have to commit this in Pingdong? Humph, that kid stole from his own post, he deserves to die!" A hint of murderous intent flashed across Lu Zirong's heroic face.

"Brother, what should we do with Ergunzi? He's hiding, he hasn't even been put in jail yet."

"He mismanaged things, and—" Lu Zirong made a sharp throat-slitting gesture.

"Isn't that right?"

"Black Ox, if Ergunzi gets caught, you and I will be in trouble—" Lu Zirong stared at Liu Xiao.

"Hmm—but Ergunzi has done quite a few good deeds, and besides, he doesn't know us."

"The police aren't incompetent, don't give them any chance! You called me here so urgently, is that all?"

"Yes, this is the most important thing!"

"Hmm, Black Ox, you've used your brain this time, that's good. You need to be more shrewd in the future. Once we close the next deal, we'll retire. Sigh—I still have a lot of things waiting for me at home, I'll leave tonight."

Liu Xiao looked around at everyone and said slowly.

"Brother, don't rush—" Liu Xiao winked at the two rows of burly men, and they quickly dispersed.

Once everyone else was out of the hall, Liu Xiao grinned slyly. "Brother, since you're here, stay a few more days. Hmm, that woman is really something. I think she'll definitely suit your taste."

"Get lost, you little rascal." Lu Zirong patted Liu Xiao on the shoulder. "What good stuff could you find in such a remote place?"

"Brother, you don't know, this woman, as they say, is a 'gentle haven.' She has a great figure, is incredibly alluring, and no man could resist her. She lives in Wangjiazhuang. Her father-in-law's surname is Wang, her husband died early, and she only has an eighteen-year-old son and a twelve-year-old daughter. Her father-in-law is disabled, and the whole family depends on this place for their livelihood. It's a pity Wangjiazhuang is too remote, otherwise this woman would definitely be a star. Brother—this woman looks remarkably like someone."

Liu Xiao paused here, as if he had something difficult to say.

"You still have something to say, kid?" Lu Zirong asked, his eyes scanning the room.

"I can't say."

"Go ahead, your brother won't blame you."

"Like—like an old lady."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zirong was initially a little angry, but his expression quickly brightened—"Hmm, Black Bull, there are plenty of people in the world who look alike, it's nothing."

"I know your brother is a magnanimous person," Liu Xiao flattered.

Hearing Liu Xiao say that the woman resembled his mother, Lu Zirong felt a strong physical urge, his penis immediately hardened, and his lust surged—hmm, why do I get so aroused when my mother is mentioned? Could it be that I really—hmm, I should meet this woman.

"How old?" Lu Zirong concealed his inner turmoil.

“You’re 46 now, brother. You should have some fun for a while. I’ll need your guidance for the next batch of business. Besides, it’s been so long, I rarely have the chance to serve and show my respect to you.”

“Okay—I’ll stay for a few days just because of your words. But it’s hard to say what that woman is like.”

“I’ll keep the goods safe. Hmm, brother, I’ll take you there now.”

(3)

It was winter in Pingdong, but it was sunny in Agong. There was no snow or biting wind. The scenery was as beautiful as spring.

Lu Zirong was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, gray jeans, and thick leather shoes. He sat under a lush grapevine in Amei’s yard, holding a folding fan and a cigarette in his mouth. He stared at the small teacup on the stone bench. He looked leisurely, dashing, and spirited.

“Master, is the tea alright?”

Lu Zirong looked up and saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of him. This woman really did look a bit like his mother.

No, no, it's not just a little similar, it's a spitting image of Li Rouqian—in his panic, Lu Zirong's heart pounded wildly, and he even uttered his mother's name in his mind.

The woman wore a low-cut light white top and a brown skirt, her beauty captivating. Her fair oval face, her thin cherry lips under bright red lipstick, were strikingly beautiful, and her snow-white neck was delicate and translucent. With a light application of makeup, her round, soft, and full breasts were partially exposed, the two pink mounds creating an alluring cleavage. Her snow-white, smooth, and rounded arms rested on either side of her plump and pert buttocks, her slightly parted armpits revealing a pair of beautifully shaped legs. Her slender, smooth feet were perfectly proportioned, white and tender, with her toes tightly closed, appearing soft, smooth, and flawless.

Compared to her mother, she was slightly more common, but still a first-rate beauty. "Hmm, Black Bull is actually quite filial," Lu Zirong thought to himself, momentarily at a loss for words.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's alright—good—hmm." Lu Zirong lowered his head, glancing at the woman out of the corner of his eye.

Amei's courtyard was surrounded by a high wall, the shadow cast by the wall falling on Lu Zirong's slightly flushed face.

"This servant will take off her clothes," Amei said, staring at Lu Zirong, lightly removing her robes. Her top and skirt fluttered to the ground. "Don't worry, there's no one else in the house. Abiao and Aling have both gone to school; only a good-for-nothing remains." Amei slightly parted her fragrant lips, revealing herself in only an almost transparent white stocking, the strap tied around her slender waist, making her appear extremely sexy and alluring.

"Come on, I'll play the flute for you, Master."

The woman lay on the straw mat, starting to unbuckle Lu Zirong's belt. Suddenly, Lu Zirong noticed a thin silver chain encircling the woman's buttocks, and his heart skipped a beat: Didn't his mother have a similar silver chain? What a coincidence!

The woman, Amei, unbuckled the belt, pulled out Lu Zirong's large penis, and smiled charmingly, revealing a set of silvery teeth: "Master's thing, truly a fine piece. In all my decades, I've seen all sorts of things, but such a fine thing is truly a first. I'm afraid I can't handle it. Hmm, speaking of which, I'm quite fortunate to have broadened my horizons and learned that there are always higher mountains beyond mountains." As

she spoke, her slender hands gracefully clasped together, but the part protruding, including the glans, was still over three inches long. The woman tilted her head back and smiled at Lu Zirong again, saying, "Master, you see, I wasn't lying, was I? I'm afraid other women are just too hard to bear."

She looked at Lu Zirong with eyes as clear as the sea, her thick red lips possessing a captivating allure. Lu Zirong felt half his body go weak. His mother's image flashed repeatedly in his mind; he remembered his mother holding his penis like this and saying similar things, though not as blatantly as this woman.

"You slut, I'll call you Rou Rou," Lu Zirong couldn't control his desire. No matter what, in this place, facing a woman so similar to his mother, he couldn't suppress the desire he felt for her—oh, it was so strong after all. Why was he so uncomfortable in front of her?

The woman cupped his penis, her thick red lips enveloping the glans, and began to suckle. Her technique was excellent; her tongue lightly touched the tip of his penis, then gradually increased the pressure, her hands moving up and down, occasionally flicking at Lu Zirong's two enormous testicles—"Whatever you call me, I'll answer."

The woman's real name was Wang Mei, as Liu Xiao had already introduced.

"Then I'll call you Rouqian."

"Hmm—" The woman sucked on his penis, mumbled something, and nodded in agreement.

"Then you said Rouqian is a slut, Rong'er's slut." Lu Zirong blurted out these words, even he himself couldn't believe he could say such a thing. What would it be like if his mother were here?

Lu Zirong groaned, his hands bracing against the mat, his buttocks thrusting forward, his penis moving in and out of Wang Mei's mouth.

As the penis left her red lips, the woman actually shouted, "Rouqian is a slut, Lu Zirong's slut!"

"Oh—you damned slut, you're such a beauty." Lu Zirong thrust even faster and deeper with each stroke. White foam began to rise from the woman's mouth, making her look filthy and obscene. Although Lu Zirong had seen hundreds of women, he had never seen such a lewd person. As he played with the woman's snow-white buttocks and her high, smooth, oily breasts, his penis couldn't help but itch. Then, his ejaculation was released, and spurts of semen gushed out.

Lu Zirong quickly pulled out his penis and said, "Slut, say those two sentences, and I'll ejaculate inside you."

"Rouqian is a slut, Rouqian is Lu Zirong's slut—" The woman looked at Lu Zirong with a smile, her expression exactly the same as Li Rouqian's.

Lu Zirong shouted, "Rouqian, you slut, catch this!" Lu Zirong gripped his penis tightly, and his semen shot out like bullets, spraying onto Wang Mei's face, buttocks, back, waist, and breasts. Finally, Lu Zirong thrust his penis in, roughly inserting it into the woman's mouth. The woman, understanding the situation, savored it slowly.

After ejaculating, Lu Zirong sat up comfortably, stroking the woman's hair as he said, "You slut, I couldn't find your toilet earlier, so I couldn't pee. I was so pent up."

To his surprise, the woman spat out his penis, smiled seductively, and said, "Come on. Let me taste it for you, and let this slut serve you while you urinate."

Lu Zirong was somewhat surprised: "You taste it, but how am I supposed to urinate?"

"Just ejaculate in this slut's mouth. This is what she loves."

Looking at the extremely lewd woman before him, Lu Zirong's desire surged like a raging wildfire, and his penis instantly became erect again. At this moment, Lu Zirong's mind was filled with images of his mother, Li Rouqian.

His penis was as hard as steel, almost bursting the woman's mouth, plunging into her throat, but half of it remained outside. Her two testicles swayed, striking her high breasts with a slapping sound. Lu Zirong tried his best to imagine his mother's appearance, and the image of her naked body became increasingly clear in his mind, arousing his lust even more. However, due to his overwhelming lust, Lu Zirong couldn't urinate for a moment.

The woman tightly gripped Lu Zirong's penis, which was still inside her mouth, with her left hand, her head raised, her beautiful yet lewd eyes wide open, staring intently at Lu Zirong, anxiously waiting for him to urinate.

"Oh, so good, you slut, you're gripping so tightly, how can your grandpa urinate? You know what? In my feeling, I'm practically stuffing my cock into a lump of flesh, it's just like fucking a lump of mud!" Lu Zirong grabbed Wang Mei's hair and forcefully pulled her between his legs.

"Mmm—" The woman nodded vaguely, meaning for Lu Zirong to relax.

Lu Zirong helplessly closed his eyes, trying to relax his body as much as possible, avoiding looking at the woman, and relieving pressure on his bladder. "Relax! Relax!" Lu Zirong silently reminded himself, "I need to pee, I can pee now."

This trick actually worked. With Lu Zirong's self-reminder, a stream of urine poured from Lu Zirong's bladder, overcoming the obstacle of the penis, sliding down the urethra, and heading straight for the woman's throat.

The woman's cheeks puffed out and deflated as she swallowed all the urine. Finally, she gave a lewd smile: "This servant has seen how difficult it is for you to pee, sir, hmph."

Lu Zirong was intoxicated by that lewd expression. Oh—wasn't this just another mother? If Lu Zirong was still somewhat confused and hesitant about fantasizing about his mother before, now he was completely awake. He truly hoped that the woman lying next to him was really his mother—oh—so, in his mind, his mother was not only his mother, but also a sex slave!

Unbelievable, you hypocrite! Bah, hypocrite! You know perfectly well what your mother is thinking, yet you act like a chaste man. Do you think your mother will give you a chastity arch if you do this? Yes, your mother gave birth to you, you came from her, grew up on her milk, and now you have to go back—doesn't Buddhism say: where you come from, you go back to?

Bah, what kind of filial son are you? When your mother needed you most, you ran away. Lu Zirong, what kind of hero are you? You're a coward—a villain who humiliates your mother, aren't you? You can't even satisfy your mother's most basic desires, you don't even dare to. Didn't you provoke your mother? You aroused her desire, yet you didn't sleep with her. What are you—you think you're noble—noble my foot! From childhood, or rather, ever since your penis developed that kind of consciousness, hasn't your mother been the subject of your fantasies? "Pah, pah—Lu Zirong, I finally see through you today—

" "Master—you have something on your mind?"

"Hmm, oh—no, no." Lu Zirong snapped out of his brief silence, shaking his head nervously.

"Master, you must be tired—" Wang Mei plopped down on Lu Zirong's lap. "This servant will feed you a banana."

As she spoke, Wang Mei rinsed her mouth with tea, broke off a banana from the fruit plate on the stone bench beside the mat, peeled it, put it in her mouth, her eyes seductive and watery as she stared at Lu Zirong. She savored it for a moment before taking a bite and feeding it to Lu Zirong.

"Ding-dong—" Lu Zirong's phone rang.

"Hello—who is this?" Lu Zirong felt the voice sounded somewhat unfamiliar.

"A dead man—guess."

"Guess your ass."

"Hmm—you bastard, how rude! Why didn't you treat me like this before?" The voice on the phone grew increasingly seductive.

"Master—which slut is it again? Hmm, you men are all so fickle."

"I'll fuck you to death! Calling to sexually harass me, is that it? You think I'm afraid of you?" Lu Zirong was getting angry.

"Hmph, you dare, you bastard, I—hmph." The person on the phone became coquettish.

"Who are you anyway? If you don't tell me, I'll turn off my phone."

"Turn off my big dick—you bastard, you can't even recognize your mother's voice anymore."

Lu Zirong's heart trembled again. Suddenly, he became playful, put his arm around Wang Mei's neck, placed the phone to her left ear, and then whispered into her right ear, "You slut, shout those words from earlier."

"Who is she?" Wang Mei asked, but seeing Lu Zirong frantically signaling to her, she stopped asking and yelled into the phone, "Li Rouqian, you're a slut! You're Lu Zirong's slut!"

As soon as Wang Mei finished yelling, Lu Zirong snatched the phone and held it to his own ear to hear the reaction.

However, he heard several soft sobs on the other end: "Mmm—mmm—Rong'er, you're so cruel! You're out there seeing other women, and you even let her bully me—" There was a hint of surprise in the sobs.

Lu Zirong deduced that his mother was probably both surprised and delighted, joyful and sorrowful. Delighted because her son had conveyed a message to her in such a crude way—her son also wanted to sleep with her—sorrowful because her son had used a prostitute to tell her this.

The mother and son, seemingly on the same wavelength, instantly broke through the ten-year-old barrier between them. After

a long silence, Li Rouqian finally spoke: "Rong'er, that old bastard really did make his move. Luckily, Mom helped you, so he decided to decide on the president in a month. You need to put more effort into this. Humph—if you keep doing this, Mom won't help you anymore—you jerk, always bullying others."

"Mom, don't worry, the president position will definitely be mine. As long as Ziyue and the others don't propose splitting the family business, isn't that what the old bastard wants too? The Lu family won't fall apart—humph, with that in mind, what's there to be afraid of? I have important business here, it concerns whether I can become president, do you understand?" Lu Zirong naturally stopped using the formal "you" (formal pronoun).

"Important my ass—you always bully Mom, messing around with other women outside." Li Rouqian suddenly blurted out such a rude remark.

“Rou Rou—you’re so rude.”

“Hmm—you jerk, what are you calling me?”

“Rou Rou, my darling Rou Rou.”

“You’re so bad, so bad.” Li Rouqian said coquettishly, panting heavily.

Lu Zirong imagined his mother’s seductive manner on the other end of the phone, and his lust flared up. His penis was as hard as an iron rod, as thick as a bowl.

“Rou Rou, are you still there?”

“Hmm—”

Lu Zirong was overjoyed to hear his mother’s reply. Everything had fallen into place. “Rou Rou, listen to that sound.”

Lu Zirong flicked his penis at the phone, making a slapping sound.

“You little rascal, I’ll break it when I get back—” Li Rouqian chuckled.

"You dare? If you break it, I'll make you have to have another one."

"Pah, you dead man, come back soon."

"Can't wait?"

"You bastard, I'm hanging up."

"You whore—wait a minute, write a poem for me."

"You dead man, you—what do you call me? I'm not coming." Li Rouqian stomped her feet in frustration, the sound of her shoes hitting the ground coming from the phone.

“You harlot—”

“Hmm—I’m pregnant, listen carefully—Ten years of longing, two worlds apart, beautiful mother, unforgettable. A thousand kinds of tenderness, nowhere to speak of sorrow. Even if the child comes from the mother—vagina—hmm, you dead man, you’ve made me more and more rude, using all these lewd words—” Li Rouqian laughed coquettishly, and said intermittently: “Even if the child comes from the mother’s cunt, my face is full of shame, my hair is pulled out—Last night, a spring dream suddenly gushed out, at the small window, she was dressing up. Great news from heaven, causing me to shed several lines of tears. I know my lover’s heart is with his mother, in broad daylight, it’s good to go to bed.”

“This is offering food (Song Dynasty poetry).”

“What’s this about offering food and not Song Dynasty poetry, I don’t understand.”

“Goodness, offering yourself up, isn’t that offering food?”

“Hmm—I’m not coming, you’re bad.”

“You should still write a wet poem.”

“Hmm, you think I can’t write poetry.”

“You harlot, you’ve been wet down there for a while, haven’t you?”

"Hmm—I'm hanging up, you're so mean!" Li Rouqian huffed and angrily hung up the phone.

"Oh, who is it? You're so happy, you've forgotten about me." Wang Mei stared blankly at the mother and son whispering, not knowing what they were up to.

"You slut, how could I forget you? Come here, I want to fuck you."

"Was that your—Mom?"

"No, it wasn't."

"I clearly heard the word 'Mom' in it."

"You slut, I can call you Mom too." Lu Zirong pushed Wang Mei down onto the mat.

"Then say it twice." Wang Mei smiled and sprawled on the mat, spreading her legs.

Chapter Nine

(1)

Ziyue sat on Lu Daqing's lap, her slender hands kneading her father's arm, acting like a spoiled child, and said in a coquettish voice: "Daqing, you promised so well, but it just fell through like this. Hmm, even if I sell my flesh at the market, it's better than—"

Hearing his daughter say this, Lu Daqing gently pinched Lu Ziyue's nipple and said: "Little bitch, do you think your father is useless? Oh, you threw yourself into my arms just for the position of president, you don't have any feelings for your father at all, do you?"

Lu Ziyue was naked, excessively licentious, her nipples looked as black as coal under the light, her thin body, only her buttocks and breasts had some flesh, the rest of her body, such as her neck, long legs, and arms, were like sticks. Boneless in the wind, Ziyue had always pursued such fashion, and her daily homework was to lose weight.

“Daqing, don’t call her a little bitch.”

“What else could she be but a bitch? Didn’t you just say she was selling her body?”

“Hmm, I won’t stand for it—” Lu Ziyue pinched Lu Daqing’s limp penis hard.

“Hmph, Chunmei and her mother, two sluts who only know how to keep Second Master, actually spoke up for that beast. How come they’re getting bolder and bolder?” Lu Daqing groaned and slapped his daughter’s buttocks. A terrifying smile appeared on his ugly, tree-bark-like face.

“That son of a bitch really doesn’t know what’s good for him. Hmph, Ziling is really useless. He can’t even control two women.” Ziyue said angrily.

“A month. I think by then, this position will still be very precarious. My little darling, you don’t hate your father, do you?” Lu Daqing affectionately touched Ziyue’s face, staring at her bewitching, slender eyes, which were as beautiful as Sandy Lam’s.

“Dad, you’re really getting old.” Lu Ziyue suddenly felt that her father looked disgusting, but she tried her best to pretend that she didn’t care so that her father wouldn’t notice.

"I'm old, humph, I'm old, nobody pays attention to me anymore. Ziyue, do you still like me?" Lu Daqing's eyes were filled with vicissitudes.

"Daqing, my dear husband, um—you say that again, humph, you've been hiding it from me that you have another woman outside, do you think I don't know?"

Lu Daqing was furious at the mention of this: That beast, humph!

"What's wrong, Daqing? You're upset that I brought this up?" Lu Ziyue picked at her father's red nose.

"Do you know what that beast said to me? I wish I could skin him alive and eat his flesh, humph!"

"Oh, dear Dada, the more you talk, the less I understand."

"Slap slap slap!" Suddenly, Lu Daqing slapped his daughter's buttocks hard several times. "I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death."

"Ouch, ouch—um, Dada, so good, so good." Lu Ziyue groaned, her lewd eyes filled with desire—she was a complete masochist.

"You son of a bitch, you want to sleep with every woman I have—Li Rouqian is your mother, you sleep with her too, humph, you ignorant fool." Lu Daqing panted heavily, venting his cruelty towards his son on his daughter's round, firm buttocks. Soon, Lu Ziyue's buttocks began to turn red.

"Brother Daqing, Yueyue feels so good—ah, hit me, harder." Lu Ziyue shouted loudly.

“You filthy bitch—isn’t that absurd? That bastard Zirong actually said he’d sleep with any woman who’s mine.” Lu Daqing’s eyes were filled with hatred.

“That means he’ll sleep with me, and even your old slut—oh, harder, that feels so good—”

“Hmph—” Lu Daqing pushed his daughter away and stood up unsteadily.

Ziyue quickly grabbed a rope from the bedside and groaned to her father, “Daqing, my good girl, um—I want you to be rougher.”

“Um—you son of a bitch, I’ll kill you.” Lu Daqing’s ashen face was pale. He took the rope, wrapped it around his daughter’s neck, and pulled hard. Then he kicked Lu Ziyue’s buttocks hard. With a slap, Lu Ziyue knelt on the ground. The rope was tightly wrapped around her neck, making it hard for her to breathe. Her tongue was sticking out, and she looked like a hanged ghost.

“Ah—um—” Lu Ziyue let out a terrifying scream, like a wronged ghost suffering in hell.

Lu Daqing pulled the rope desperately, refusing to loosen his grip.

Lu Ziyue, like a dead dog, panted heavily, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying yet excited light. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, spraying onto the floor and soaking a large patch of carpet.

Lu Daqing kicked Lu Ziyue's buttocks a few more times, then loosened the rope, and Lu Ziyue collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Ugh—ah—I'm lost, lost—lost—" Lu Ziyue lay on the ground, her pleasurable moans growing fainter.

Seeing his daughter writhing in agony, Lu Daqing took several silver hairpins his wife had used from the bedside table and began poking wildly at his daughter's buttocks and breasts. Lu Ziyue immediately came back to life, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, crying for her parents. Lu Daqing, still not satisfied, stabbed his daughter's anus with the hairpins, then her vagina, until Lu Ziyue was covered in blood.

Lu Ziyue had long since passed out from the ecstasy!

(2)

Shi Jian was conflicted. He was confused by Director Liu's sudden transfer of him to investigate several recent robbery cases in the city.

Wasn't Captain Zhang Guang in charge of the robbery cases? Could there be some hidden agenda? Shi Jian's thoughts were always complex, and he always tried to think indirectly. Er Gunzi had mysteriously disappeared, and under their surveillance—Pingdong was thousands of miles from Agong. Several round trips, food and lodging, how much would that cost? To just abandon the investigation like that would be a waste of money and a hassle for everyone. Shi Jian admired Director Liu's judgment. He must have thought that the guy he had unintentionally caught had a bigger fish behind him. Otherwise, how could someone just embezzle so many drugs? It was impossible for a small fry to do that, Shi Jian was sure of that.

Overnight, Er Gunzi disappeared, along with his family. If it wasn't a large drug trafficking gang, how could things have gotten to this point?

Doubts, doubts.

But the city did indeed need a capable and ruthless officer like him. With robberies occurring frequently, Director Liu had a heavy burden, and it was perfectly normal for him to be called upon to help.

However, Shi Jian was unwilling to accept this

. He was eager to prove himself.

After Shi Jian returned today, Xu Ningjing practically dragged him back to her home.

Shi Jian was extremely reluctant to be associated with Xu Ningjing's father, Xu Dacheng, lest people say he was climbing the social ladder by marrying into wealth, taking advantage of her like a gigolo. Therefore, whenever Xu Ningjing wanted to bring him home before, he always declined, saying he was too busy.

At the Xu family home, Shi Jian deliberately acted aloof, not like someone there for an "interview," but more like someone there to collect a debt. Xu Ningjing poured a cup of tea and secretly asked Shi Jian to take it to her father, hoping he would get closer to the old man.

Xu Dacheng was just over fifty, with a plump face and two rather imposing eyes. His neatly styled, low-set hair suited his position—the position of deputy director-general wasn't one that anyone could hold onto. People said Xu Dacheng had a naturally auspicious appearance, and that was certainly true; his large ears were a good example.

Xu Dacheng quite liked Shi Jian, his future son-in-law: "Hmm, young man, ambitious." Shi Jian replied politely, "Uncle, please have some tea." Xu Dacheng found it pleasant. Having heard so much flattery in officialdom, Shi Jian's blunt words gave him a refreshing feeling.

"Sit, sit, please sit down. Shi Jian, you've been busy lately, haven't you? Come visit me more often when you have time. Your city is close to the provincial capital, isn't it?" Xu Dacheng smiled.

"Okay—I'll definitely come to visit you more often when I have time."

Just then, Shi Jian's phone rang.

"Hello—who is this?"

"Captain, dead, dead!"

"What do you mean dead or not dead!" Shi Jian was a little angry.

"I'm Xiao Liu. The drug dealer we arrested last time died in prison. I heard he was accidentally killed in a fight in prison."

"I know, I'll be back soon."

After listening to the phone call, Shi Jian felt a surge of emotions.

(3)

After her son left, Li Rouqian was actually very busy these days. Lu Daqing needed to rest, so she had to take charge of the situation.

After all, the group was still operated in a family-style manner. Many important positions were filled by relatives from different backgrounds, whose abilities varied. If things went wrong, it could lead to big trouble.

The series of meetings made Li Rouqian's skin crawl.

"Hmph—busy, busy, busy, all for you, you dead man who only knows how to have fun outside." Just after the meeting, Li Rouqian was sitting in the wooden swivel chair in the office, about to take a good rest. While she was lost in thought, her son called.

"At least you still have some conscience—" Her son's confession on the phone made Li Rouqian's heart tremble.

—Lonely in her boudoir, her tender heart is filled with a thousand strands of sorrow. Spring is gone, a few drops of rain fall on her vulva.

—She's used every sex toy, but found no true pleasure. Where is he? The endless expanse of weeds obscures the road home.

—You are a cloud in the sky, drifting and yearning in my vulva every night!

A year of flirting, a year of emptiness, Lu Zirong, oh Lu Zirong—hmm, how come you're getting more and more vulgar, hmm, it's all your fault, you dead man—why don't you hurry back, you dead man, you little beast, I can't wait any longer, see how I deal with you when I get back, cut it off! Cut it off with one stroke, you've killed me.

Thinking of the nauseating words her son had indirectly expressed through that bitch on the phone, Li Rouqian couldn't help but tremble involuntarily, sitting on her swivel chair, her vulva twitching incessantly, her anus tightening and loosening, her legs shifting back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, unsure of where to place them.

"You dead man, you've aroused my interest, yet you're out there having your own fun! Hmm, you want to harm your servant, you little beast? I'm not someone to be trifled with!" Li Rouqian cursed her son through gritted teeth. Finally, her clitoris became unbearably itchy, so she took out a soft, mace-like dildo from her bag, inserted it into her lower body through the slit of her cheongsam, and began thrusting.

So many hardships, so many twists and turns, so much resentment, so many cries of birds and swallows, so many tears of a loving mother—"She sews his clothes carefully before his departure, fearing his long absence; who can say that a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring?" Even the heartless herbs know to return to the earth's embrace, except for that little devil, who flirts one year and finds nothing the next, his mood unchanged by the seasons. Humph, Rong'er, my darling, you've ruined my life! Today I can only use this strange thing to amuse myself—um, fuck me to death, fuck me to death, fuck me to death! Yes, Li Rouqian is Rong'er's whore, um, you dead man, can you go any harder, um—

"Bang bang bang!" Just then, someone started knocking on the door in a frenzy.

Li Rouqian panicked.

"Who is it?" Li Rouqian quickly tidied herself up and said seriously.

"Madam, Mr. Hong from Zhengda Group is here. That contract needs to be signed."

"Hmm, Xiao Huang, I know, I'll be right there." Li Rouqian straightened her clothes, put away the thick sex toy, picked up a contract on the table, and glanced at it thoughtfully. You

dead man, if you were here, would I need to worry about this? Hmph, luckily Mom is still capable, Mom isn't old yet, hmph, I'm afraid you don't like your mom? You brat, you dare to come back? Come back and see me— Li Rouqian looked at the document and slapped her buttocks—Hmph, I'll spank you, you troublemaker, hmph, you ungrateful thing, the old woman is no good anymore, if Ziyue takes over this position, wouldn't the sky be turned upside down, hmph, you have guts, you just leave—

(4)

"Mom—my dear mother!"

"Ah—this slut really can't enjoy it, sir, stop shouting." Wang Mei laughed, covered Lu Zirong's mouth with her hand, and started to take off Lu Zirong's clothes.

"Today I'm going to fuck you to death, my sweet little darling."

Wang Mei's desire was burning, she twisted her white and tender buttocks and cried out: "Fuck me, as long as sir is happy, this slut is willing to die."

Zirong took a banana from the plate, peeled it, and slowly inserted it into Wang Mei's vagina. The woman's vagina was thick, with two rosy labia majora and a bright red clitoris in the center. The labia majora trembled incessantly, and the vaginal fluid inside flowed like a small stream. The banana had only been inserted halfway when the fluid sprayed all over Zi Rong's face. It turned out that although the woman was young, her vagina was tight, capable of being a fountain.

Lu Zi Rong rubbed his face, then brought his wet hand to his nose and sniffed it, exclaiming, "Wow, so slutty! What a slutty cunt! It seems the older the cunt, the slutier it gets!"

Wang Mei laughed lasciviously, "Judging from your character, sir, you're a wealthy young master. Do you like old cunts? Hmm, I know about Oedipus complex."

Zi Rong patted the woman's high breasts and laughed, "My good slut, I underestimated you. It seems we're truly destined for each other."

Wang Mei touched Lu Zi Rong's handsome face and pinched his... With a sway of her powerful shoulder muscles, she said with a seductive smile, "Master, I've never seen such a fine body. Hmm, this slut is going to pay you for your services this time. Hurry up and shove this big ball in, and fuck your mother to her heart's content."

Lu Zirong pushed the banana all the way into her vagina, spread the woman's legs, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and patted the woman's slightly protruding belly, saying, "You damn slut, you really think you're my mother? I'll make you a bitch."

After saying that, Lu Zirong put his mouth close to her vagina and began to eat the banana.

Wang Mei pressed her hands against Lu Zirong's head, moaning incessantly, "Master, um, hurry up and fuck me, give this slut some pleasure."

Zirong looked at the woman's slutty crotch, his tongue stiff and taut, trying to penetrate her vagina. One hand squeezed her two brown clitoris like toothpaste, while the other hand supported her buttocks, gently patting them to make the banana embedded in her vagina slowly wriggle out. His face was covered in her juices as he slurped, "Goodness, so greedy! So delicious, you slut's flesh, your darling, you should have a bite too." He lifted Wang Mei's pink head, letting her long hair fall to one side, and gently brought his mouth to her. The woman stuck

out her fishy tongue and licked it, "Um, Master, you're lying to me, um, it's so fishy—you men, you just like fishy things."

"Nonsense, you're saying your slutty vaginal fluid isn't tasty, hey, you look down on yourself, don't you—" Zirong half-closed his eyes and bit the woman's tongue.

"Oh, what are you saying, sir? Hmm, just come in, this slut can't take it anymore!" Wang pleaded incessantly, her eyes closed, feigning restraint.

"What wonderful breasts! Hmm, my darling, how many children have you had? These breasts, this ass, this little cunt are still so beautiful." Lu Zirong bit the woman's breast, gently teasing it with his teeth.

The woman below couldn't bear it any longer; her eyes were tightly closed, her buttocks swayed gently, her face flushed a deep purple, her legs trembling in the air like two white spears, fighting a battle, skimming the surface: "Sir, this slut really can't take it anymore, it feels like there are a thousand worms inside, hmm, it itches, itches! Give this slut some relief!"

Lu Zirong's penis was hard as an iron rod, but having experienced many affairs, he knew how women craved pleasure, and that was what truly made a man's heart itch. This is like watching a play. When the actors on stage bring the performance to its climax, the audience naturally erupts in cheers and high spirits.

Lu Zirong wasn't in a hurry. He knew a principle: no matter how strong a man is, in the process of sex, it's only a conquest. The pleasure doesn't come entirely from the relationship between the penis and the vagina, but from the woman's seductive manner and lewd posture, especially her language and moans—hmm, he wondered what his mother was like when he was having sex with her. As Lu Zirong was having sex with the woman, his mind was already filled with images of his naked mother. Hmph—you old slut, can't wait any longer? I'm not going back, I'll make you anxious to death—is a man's pleasure only in ejaculation? No, it's in the play, and this play also requires skill. If the woman begs and pleads, acting like she's going to die, then it's up to standard.

The grape trellis in the courtyard, which blocked out the sun, was covered with yellow leaves due to the changing seasons and the passing years. One leaf swayed and landed on Lu Zirong's back.

The woman lay sprawled on the mat, her hands and feet icy cold, the wind whistling in her ears, her face flushed and then pale, her appearance utterly lewd, igniting a burning desire in Lu Zirong like a raging fire in the desert. In a daze, Lu Zirong touched the silver chain at the woman's waist, and a thought struck him. He leaned down to examine it closely and saw words on it—Li Roulian! Ah—could this woman be related to his mother? No wonder she's so convincing—this thought alone fueled Lu Zirong's lust even more.

"Mei'er, my darling, this chain of yours is quite interesting. Is your name really Wang Mei?"

"Yes, Master Li, would I lie? Stop with the idle talk, let's talk about it later."

"Then what's the meaning of the words on it?"

"Oh, this harlot also wanted to ask about the Li Rouqian you mentioned earlier, Master. It just so happens to be the same name as one of my sisters. However, my sister isn't my biological sister."

"What do you mean?" Lu Zirong's mind was filled with doubts, and a kind of almost suffocating pleasure kept surging from his chest—hmm, it really is related. First rape the younger sister, then rape the older sister, hmm, how wonderful! Things are developing in a positive direction.

"I was an orphan back then, during the chaos of war. I was taken in by a professor at a university, but our happiness was short-lived. A few years later, our family was separated by a flood. I had to travel all over the place, it was so hard. Alas, I was just unlucky. Sigh, don't say anymore, don't say anymore—damn it, this harlot really can't take it anymore—um, sir, what is Li Rouqian to you, a mistress, or—" Wang Mei stared at Lu Zirong's face and said.

"One of my mistresses, um, about the same age as you, and looks quite similar to you."

"Hmm, one day, take me to see her, maybe—hmm, really, don't say anymore, please, sir, fuck me, give this slut a good time." Wang Mei grabbed Lu Zirong's penis and started stroking it up and down.

"My darling, I only like mature women. You're so lovely, slut, but there's a banana in your cunt. If I fuck you, I'm afraid I'll damage it." Lu Zirong held his penis, placing it beside the woman's thigh, but didn't move forward.

"So that's what it is after all this time. Why didn't you say so earlier, sir? Watch this slut." Wang Mei smiled coquettishly, thrusting her buttocks forward and straining her whole body. The banana in her cunt slowly squeezed out like she was defecating.

Lu Zirong was excited. He lifted his penis, parted the banana pulp that looked like milk, and thrust his buttocks forward, his penis entering her cunt.

Although Wang Mei's vagina was wide, it was as tight as a virgin's. Zi Rong's penis was thick and long enough that the head of his penis pressed directly against her clitoris, causing Wang Mei to cry out in pain and lust: "Ah...so deep...so fast...uh...it hurts...my little darling...fuck me to death...this slut is going to die..."

Zi Rong didn't stop and immediately began a round of frenzied thrusting. He knew that only a few heavy blows could stimulate and make her feel pleasure from such a big, horny vagina. His penis pounded in and out of Wang Mei's vagina, like a big rat unable to find its way out of a hole, just scurrying around inside.

Wang Mei's vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, making it incredibly slippery for the large penis to penetrate. Coupled with Wang Mei's moans and groans below, and her frequent displays of skill, her buttocks rhythmically thrusting with each stroke, her vagina began to undulate, the flesh undulating, the fine granular folds of the vaginal canal adding to Zi Rong's pleasure. He thought, "I wonder if fucking a woman's vagina is this fun?"

After a period of intense passion, Zi Rong, taking advantage of Wang Mei's momentary respite, withdrew his penis and stopped, leaving Wang Mei below frantic with impatience, cursing repeatedly, "You bastard, you bastard, fuck me, fuck me already! Ugh, this slut can't take this anymore, just fuck me to death already!" Her legs flailing wildly in the air, raised high, her purplish-black, wet vagina awaiting Zi Rong's return.

Zi Rong laughed, "You slut, how dare you insult your Master Li? Hmm, I'll fuck you!" He reached out and grabbed her white buttocks, which were even fatter and more fleshy than Li Rouqian's, bringing his penis to her wide-open vulva. He first rubbed the head of his penis between her thick labia for a while, then pressed it against her clitoris and rubbed it a few times.

Wang Mei couldn't help but writhe her white buttocks in agitation, her vulva twitching as if it wanted to devour someone, while moaning, "Fuck me in quickly—fuck me hard, it's so itchy—you little devil—you're my dear master—stop teasing this old woman!"

Zi Rong felt her labia were soft and fleshy, her vulva hot and wet, and laughed, "Alright, here it comes!

Kill it!" With a shout, his large penis plunged completely into her vulva. Wang Mei's moans grew softer and softer, as if she had lost her breath.

Zi Rong's young penis was deeply inserted into her warm and soft vaginal flesh, thinking of his mother's vagina, which had experienced countless years of passion—"Mmm, Rou Rou, my good Rou Rou, it feels so good to fuck you." Lu Zi Rong couldn't help but moan. Wang Mei's tight vagina brought him not only warmth and caresses, but also her mature charm and flavor, and endless fantasies.

—His young and strong penis stirred in the woman's tender vagina, from shallow to deep, pressing tightly against the core of her old hole, and then from deep to shallow, rubbing against the two fleshy lips of her cervix—Although Zi Rong was fucking Wang Mei's slutty vagina at this moment, in his heart he was fucking his own mother's fragrant vagina, a vagina that was probably far more tender and more lewd than the woman he was fucking.

Numerous memories flooded Zi Rong's mind, the boundless details between mother and son vividly etched in his memory. Therefore, each time Zi Rong entered Wang Mei's fleshy, plump vagina, he felt a tenderness born of experience, as if through their intercourse, he could relive the bittersweet moments of his past flirtations with his mother.

Suddenly, as Zi Rong withdrew his penis from Wang Mei's vagina, preparing to thrust again, Wang Mei twisted her hips, dodging him. Zi Rong missed, and couldn't help but ask, "My son, what's wrong?"

Wang Mei covered her lower body with her hand, brushing aside the pubic hair covered in her juices, and said, "Master Li, when you're having sex with this slut, you're still thinking about that whore, huh—Rou Rou, Rou Rou is probably that Li Rouqian. What kind of woman is she? I must see for myself."

"Hmph—jealous?" Lu Zi Rong snapped out of his reverie, slapping the slut's breast hard, trying to cover it up.

“Just now, when I heard you mention Rou Rou, you were fucking her especially hard.”

Zi Rong hugged Wang Mei’s plump, tender flesh, kissed her face, and laughed, “What, can’t take it?”

Wang Mei said, “Who said I can’t take it? Even if I fuck Wang Mei’s cunt raw, you can do whatever you want!”

Zi Rong grabbed one of her big breasts with his right hand and kneaded it, saying, “Come on, sweetie, I’ll be gentle, let’s change positions!”

Before he finished speaking, Wang Mei changed to the position of “inviting fire from a mountain,” supporting herself on the mat with both hands, lying on her stomach like a female dog, raising her white buttocks high, revealing her anus and cunt.

“What a round old ass!” Zi Rong knelt behind her old buttocks, pinching and kneading the fat on her buttocks with both hands, praising her, while slowly inserting his penis into her cunt with his hand.

With gentle, shallow thrusts, Wang Mei arched her back to meet his thrusts, moaning, "Good—Master, fuck me harder—faster—this slut is coming."

Zi Rong reached under her breasts, cupping her large, soft breasts that were almost touching the bed, and thrust forward with increasing force, saying, "Mei'er, this is what you wanted me to fuck you hard, isn't it?"

Wang Mei's hair was disheveled as she vigorously arched her back, moaning, "Yes—Master—fuck me hard—fuck it until it's raw—hmm, this slut is coming, oh, coming—"

Seeing the woman about to climax, Zi Rong thrust his hips forward, one hand pressing down on her white buttocks, the other grabbing her long hair, pumping wildly.

The woman, as if drunk, cried out, and a stream of white, milky semen gushed from between his penis and her vagina, shooting onto Zi Rong's stomach.

After ejaculating, the woman passed out.

Zi Rong, still unsatisfied, caressed the woman's fair, fragrant buttocks. He withdrew his penis, pressed it against the beautiful little crevice in the center of her buttocks, and thrust forward forcefully, forcing the glans inside.

The woman cried out, waking up with half-closed eyes. She turned back and smiled, her allure captivating: "Master, this slut is fortunate to have made love with you. Today, let you have your fill, so that you won't leave this slut unattended. Hmm—it hurts—come, let this slut lie down. This slut wants you to burn her body."

Lu Zi Rong was stunned, not understanding the woman's words.

Wang Mei struggled to her feet, went naked back into the room to retrieve a candle, walked to Lu Zi Rong, threw herself into his arms, and suddenly began to sob.

"My dear, why are you crying?"

"Master, you've made me feel so good, I want to marry you, but time has passed. I can't help but cry when I think of your sorrow and my miserable life."

"Don't worry, I'll treat you well."

"I'm afraid I might not live to see tomorrow, I don't have that blessing. If only I had been born thirty years earlier... Ah—come on, put this inside me, I want you to burn it." Wang Mei handed Zi Rong a thick red candle.

As she spoke, Wang Mei lay back on the mat, her legs spread wide.

Lu Zi Rong, not knowing what the woman wanted, inserted the candle into her vagina.

“Master, remember, only you are allowed to burn the adulterous woman. Master, swear an oath not to forget the adulterous woman.”

“How could I? My son, my sweetheart, my darling, I’ll give you 100,000 or 200,000, so you can sit at home and enjoy a life of ease in your next life.” Lu Zirong stroked the woman’s long hair, thinking of his mother’s cloud-shaped hair bun, and said leisurely.

"Hmm—" Wang Mei cried again, "Hmm—this harlot doesn't want your money, she only wants your heart—this harlot wants to marry you."

Lu Zirong was somewhat troubled. How could a man not yet thirty years old marry a woman nearing fifty? It would be a laughingstock if word got out. However, Lu Zirong was also tempted. His wife was dead, and he needed someone to fill the household and help manage the affairs.

Seeing that Lu Zirong didn't immediately agree, the woman said, "Master, light the candle. I'll let you know my heart."

Lu Zirong suddenly understood, took out a lighter, and tremblingly lit the candle. He thought to himself, "In my life, I've slept with countless women, but I've never seen a woman so appealing to men."

The candle burned, and soon wax dripped down the candle—Lu Zirong stared at the woman before him, his heart pounding. He both hoped the wax would quickly drip onto the woman's vulva and feared she wouldn't be able to bear the pain—hmm, if it were done on his mother—hmm—it would be incredibly pleasurable.

Finally, the wax dripped onto the woman's vulva!

The woman frowned, enduring the pain, and said to Zirong, "This slut is suffering so much, sir. Tie my legs to the frame, then insert your penis. My heart belongs only to you."

The candle wax accumulated, making a hissing sound as it touched the lustful fluid around her vulva. This sound, like a drumbeat, pounded against Lu Zirong's heart.

"Tie—tie where?"

"You dead man—ouch—you dead man, hurry up!"

Lu Zirong quickly stood up, tore two green vines from the grape trellis above, tied the slut's legs, and hung her on the frame. The woman was now half-suspended, her head and back against the mat, her eyes alluringly fixed on Zirong. The candle wax dripped intermittently from her vulva, and soon, a large patch of white crystalline substance condensed around her vulva.

“Come in, fuck this slut’s asshole, she likes this kind of thing too.”

Lu Zirong climbed onto the mat, crawled between her legs, and held the woman’s legs, pressing his penis against her anus from below. With a thrust, his penis went all the way in—the woman’s anus was already slippery from being wet with vaginal fluid.

Lu Zirong squinted, thinking of his mother’s delicate body, and thrust more than three thousand times in one go until he ejaculated—at the end, he pulled out his penis, spraying all his semen onto the candle flame, extinguishing the candle.

When Lu Zirong came to his senses, the woman had already fainted. Lu Zirong wanted to stand up, to help the woman untie the rattan, to move her flesh, but he had no strength left.

Just then, a boy and a girl, two children who looked like students, entered the courtyard. 02-04
(5)

"You little rascal, go to sleep." Li Rouqian held a book in her hand, wearing a green silk nightgown, and shouted in a coquettish voice from under the covers.

"Mom, what book are you reading? Humph, Dream of the Red Chamber, you shameless old woman." Ziyan turned her little face and made a face at her mother.

Lu Daqing was admitted to the hospital and accompanied by Ziyue and the others. At night, Li Rouqian would go to her daughter's room to rest. It was quite lonely to be alone. It was better to have someone to talk to than to think about that dead man all the time. Of course, sleeping in her daughter's room also allowed her to find some details about her son. After that kind of relationship between the siblings, they always had some confidants to talk about. It would be good to ask them to listen to them and satisfy her craving.

"Mom, when is my brother coming back? Humph, he didn't even say goodbye when he left."

"What, he's only been gone a few days and you're already thinking about your little lover. You little slut who can't live without men."

Li Rouqian said with a hint of jealousy.

"Mom, that's awful. Humph, I don't believe you don't miss him." Lu Ziyan pouted, looking unhappy.

"You crazy hussy, you get upset after just a few words? Humph, you'll suffer for it." Li Rouqian put down her book, blushing at Lu Ziyan's little face.

Lu Ziyan's flushed face, under the soft lamplight, resembled a blooming flower.

"—Hmph, what's there for me to suffer? It's probably you who's suffering in silence, unable to express your pain." Lu Ziyan sat up dismissively, looking at her mother.

"You crazy hussy, be careful I'll tear your stinky little mouth apart." Li Rouqian turned around and gently pinched her daughter's lips. Lu Ziyan's lips were thin; when she smiled, her clean, even teeth were clearly visible.

"Mom, do you think I don't know what you're thinking—humph, there are mothers in the world who want to do that kind of thing with their own son—"

"Pah, you crazy hussy, I think your mouth stinks." Li Rouqian grabbed Lu Ziyan's braid and tugged it a few times.

"Oh dear—Mom—are you in heat? Humph—you are Mom's forever treasure, Mom is willing to sleep with you every night, as long as I am looking at you, no matter how hard or tiring it is, Mom is a blooming flower, colorful and never fading—Rong'er, you are Mom's charming nemesis, Rong'er, you have made Mom bloom and wither, wither and bloom again—you—you, why don't you give Mom a clean break, why don't you let Mom taste your flavor—regardless of right or wrong, let's cast aside worldly customs, what does sin or non-sin matter—a step back is an abyss, a step forward is the chance for pleasure—this body of Mom's will always be yours—"

"Crazy hussy, here you go again, I told you not to keep it a secret, humph—I'm ignoring you." Li Rouqian turned around and lay down, covering her head with the quilt.

"Hmm—what a devoted woman, shameless old man—halfway through winter, my heart trembles at the sight. Fallen plum blossoms lie scattered like snow on the steps, brushing them off only to find them still covering me. I hate that there's no news from you, the road is too far for our dreams of happiness. My sorrow is like pubic hair, growing ever more abundant the further I go—Mom, what a wildly growing pubic hair—hmm, I want to see." As Lu Ziyan recited, she suddenly yanked off the blanket covering her mother

. "You crazy hussy, you little bitch, are you horny today? Humph, I've wasted my time raising you." Li Rouqian's heart raced, her face flushed red, her hair swaying with her voice.

"Mom, get up and tell me."

Li Rouqian thought to herself, "Hmph, you little hussy, you've fallen into my trap, haven't you? Humph—old foxes are spicier, I'm sure you'll tell."

"Mom, your breasts are so big, I wish I had breasts like yours." Lu Ziyan stroked her mother's breasts under her nightgown, chuckling.

"So, does your brother like—" Li Rouqian blurted out, realizing her mistake, but after a moment's hesitation, she brazenly finished her sentence: "Does your brother like big or small breasts?" Li Rouqian's voice trailed off, becoming as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Oh, aren't you shy? Tsk tsk tsk—um—"

"Yan'er, you're so naughty." Li Rouqian nestled into her daughter's arms like a little girl.

"Good girl, don't be naughty—hehe." Lu Ziyan gently patted her mother's bottom, like coaxing a child.

"You little brat, you—"

"Hmph, who's being naughty—Mom, don't you even look in the mirror?"

Li Rouqian's face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver, speechless.

"Good girl, Mom will tell you—ah—brother likes big breasts, that's for sure, um." Lu Ziyan became increasingly mischievous.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy, I think you're crazy. I'm your mother, and you, a little cunt, how can you be a mother?" Li Rouqian feigned anger.

"Hmph, you think only your old cunt can give birth to a child? Shameless old slut, your brother finally crawled out of there, and you want him to go back in, hmph—" Lu Ziyan pinched her mother's breasts and scolded her like a child.

"Bullshit, is your cunt itching?" Li Rouqian suddenly pushed her daughter down and pulled down her panties. "Hmph, you don't even have many pubic hairs, but you've got a good tongue, ptooey."

Lu Ziyan looked at her beautiful mother, her eyes filled with a strange lust.

Li Rouqian's thin nightgown was a bit tight, her buttocks and breasts sticking out firmly forward and backward. A diamond necklace given to her by her son adorned her pink neck, making her look exceptionally alluring. —Hmph, I'm afraid that once my brother gets involved with Mother, I'll never taste that wonderful feeling again. Lu Ziyan couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. Thinking about how her brother always rushed through their encounters, leaving her to find other women afterward, she feared his heart wasn't with her. Hmph, no wonder, her brother probably knew what Mother was thinking. Hmph—you old slut, what are you up to? Are you trying to steal me away? Hmph, at your age, you're still so eager to sleep with your son! You've disgraced all mothers!

Li Rouqian noticed her daughter's eyes were somewhat vacant and thought to herself, "This crazy hussy probably hates me. Humph—what right do you have to hate me? What right do you have to compete with your mother? Bah! Your cunt is so small, not even fully grown, yet you want to compete with others for a man. Letting you shed some saliva is already too good for you. Don't you even know your own weight?" Then, she thought again, "That dead man is thousands of miles away. I still need to get some information out of this crazy hussy to relieve my boredom. At least I'll know what my son does in bed beforehand. Otherwise, when that day comes, I'll make a fool of myself. He'll finish her off in no time. Humph, that dead man's heart is probably already soaring. "

A brief silence fell over the room.

"Yanzi, stop thinking nonsense. It's all flooded here. Humph, shameless."

"Humph, you're no different," Lu Ziyan said, reaching to pull off Li Rouqian's nightgown. Li Rouqian hesitated for a moment, then stopped refusing, quickly removing her nightgown—her smooth skin and beautiful body instantly brightened the room.

Lu Ziyan stared blankly at her mother's body, feeling ashamed and speechless.

"Ziyan, let's play a game," Li Rouqian said, getting out of bed naked. From a handbag she had brought, she took out a double-headed phallus and gave Lu Ziyan a flirtatious smile. "You miss your brother, don't you? Let me quench your thirst."

The phallus was something Li Rouqian had bought specifically for her trip home that day.

Lu Ziyan shouted, "Hmph—bah! On the surface, you're an elegant lady, but in reality, you're a thief and a prostitute. Hmph, Mom, I can even see through your shit-guts! Hmph—you educated women are so lewd! Hmph, the hearts of women these days are like needles in the ocean!"

"Crazy hussy, if you shout again, hmph—don't you want to? Hmph—what is this? Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?" Li Rouqian flipped open the blankets and took out a transparent glass rod that looked like a penis. "Hmph, a woman's heart, a glass heart, is this it?"

Seeing that her mother had completely exposed her, Lu Ziyan couldn't say anything more. Indeed, she really wanted to sleep with her brother, but that dead man was rarely around. If he became a CEO in the future, it would be even more unbelievable. She wondered if he would forget about his sister forever.

"Mom, hmph—you're itching, aren't you? Your daughter will be filial to you this once, but since my brother is back, you'll have to let me have my way a few times. Don't monopolize him." Lu Ziyan snatched the double-headed sex toy, put the black strap around her waist, and then gently inserted the smaller one into her vagina with a soft "squelch." "Mom, don't pretend to be a lady in front of your daughter anymore, hmph, I know everything."

"Say that again, and see how I deal with you, hmph, don't ask your mother for help when your belly gets big." Li Rouqian used her trump card.

Lu Ziyan thought about it and realized she was indeed pregnant with her brother's child. Although it was a short time and her belly wasn't showing yet, she could tell from her menstrual cycle that she was pregnant. Because the day she had sex with her brother was the last day before her period. But two or three days had passed, and her period still hadn't arrived.

"Mom—yes, I really miss my brother, I wish he could do it to me right now. Mom, don't hold a grudge, come on, let's play."

The mother and daughter bickered for a few more minutes, their conversation revolving around Lu Zirong. As they talked, their passion flared, and they embraced tightly. The sex toy was inserted, and Lu Ziyan lay on top of her mother, thrusting her hips repeatedly. Li Rouqian moaned, imagining her daughter as her son, and also thrust her hips wildly. Lu Ziyan thrust in and out, accurately pumping over two thousand times, before ejaculating, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Seeing her daughter was tired, Li Rouqian gently pushed her off, and the two lay on their sides.

Lu Ziyan was exhausted and said, "Mom, this thing isn't as good as my brother's. Hmm, my brother's fucking is so much more comfortable." Saying this, Lu Ziyan tried to pull out the sex toy.

Li Rouqian hurriedly said, "Don't pull it out, keep it inside."

Lu Ziyan said weakly, "Well, daughter is still a bit inferior to mother. Mom, I'll give in to you this time, but you have to give me some leeway in the future. You're not allowed to monopolize my brother. Hmm, he's my real husband."

Li Rouqian felt uncomfortable hearing her daughter's sour words and said, "Oh, your brother is your private property, huh—what husband or not, you have no shame at all. Have you wasted all those years of your education?"

Lu Ziyan pouted and retorted, "Mom, don't talk about others. What kind of mother is like you in the world? Huh—a whore trying to maintain a virtuous image." After saying that, she ignored her mother and lay down to sleep, the sex toy slipping out of her vagina.

Li Rouqian thought about it quietly for a moment. What her daughter said made sense. Sigh, I really can't talk about my daughter. She turned around and cursed her little devil a few times in anger, mentally tearing her son apart several times before she came back to her senses and looked at her daughter. Lu Ziyan

lay there without making a sound.

"Sigh, how did your brother do it to you?" Li Rouqian nudged her daughter's bottom. Lu Ziyan hummed in response, turning to look at her mother. "Oh—Mom, I know why you slept with me tonight. Were you trying to trick me into telling you something? Humph—you get horny after not seeing your brother for a day, don't you?"

"My dear daughter, Mom really misses that bastard. Humph—Mom won't hide anything anymore. We're of one mind, mother and daughter. Your brother called me today—humph, so embarrassing."

"He said he was going to do it to you—" Lu Ziyan perked up.

“He was with the same whore, and he even made that whore say—”

“Say what?”

“He said Li Rouqian was Lu Zirong’s whore.”

“Pah, Mom, you’re getting more and more rude. I’m afraid even your brother wouldn’t say that.”

“Really, I swear, I’m a dog if I lie to you.”

“You’re a dog, then your daughter is a dog too. Mom, stop cursing me. I still have to be a human being.”

“—Hmm—good daughter, tell me the truth, how did your brother do it with you? Tell me, I’m begging you.”

At this moment, Lu Ziyan no longer considered Li Rouqian her mother. She pinched her butt and said, “Hmph, it was just like before. He pinned me down, and he pinned me up.”

“Tell me more details.”

“Hmm—we did it for the first time on the snow mountain. I took the initiative. Hmph, brother, just like you, all sanctimonious. If you don’t have some tricks up your sleeve, you really can’t get it—”

“Anything else? Tell me more details.” Li Rouqian stared at her daughter with wide eyes.

"My brother's penis is huge. It only went in halfway, and after more than four hundred thrusts, I came. The first time, I didn't really experience anything, I just felt incredibly excited. Later, after we got home, we did it several more times in this room. This time, my brother didn't show any mercy. He held me, put me on a chair, and thrust into me hard. His penis went in almost halfway. It was covered in my juices, so slippery. As he thrust in and out, I was incredibly excited, feeling like I was dying. My brother was also very excited, and he was screaming like he was dying too."

Li Rouqian asked again, "What does your brother's penis look like?"

"Mom, haven't you seen it? Humph."

"Tell me, and I'll feel it even more."

Lu Ziyan had no choice but to say, "My brother's penis is the best in the world. I'm afraid many women would find it hard to handle. But you're an exception, Mom. Hmm, it's white as jade, warm and lustrous. It feels amazing inside my vagina."

As Li Rouqian listened, her lust rose, and she began to violently thrust the erotic device still inserted in her vagina, gripping it tightly. She said, "You bastard, I don't know when you'll be back. Hmm, I really can't take it anymore. Hmm, my good daughter, Yanzi, let's do it again."

Lu Ziyan was also very excited. She put the erotic device back on, hugged her mother's buttocks and bounced around, while thrusting and calling out, "Husband, come back soon, husband, I miss my sister so much—"

Chapter 10

(1)

"Mom, wake up—Mom."

Wang Mei slowly opened her almond eyes. Lu Zirong was still dreaming, naked, snoring loudly, sleeping soundly.

"Ling'er, why are you back so early?" Wang Mei didn't dare to look at her daughter's face. She quickly untied the rattan on her feet and put on her clothes with a red face. The mat was filthy.

"Brother—what are you hiding there looking at? Humph—go inside." Xiao Ling scolded in a sweet voice.

Wang Mei was even more embarrassed. Lu Zirong also woke up.

"Grandpa—didn't you sleep well? Hmm, Ah Ling, hurry up and pour some tea!"

"Okay." Xiao Ling skipped away, winking at her mother as she went. Although Xiao Ling was only twelve years old, she was well-developed, and although her white school uniform was a bit too big, it still showed off her curves.

Wang Mei and Lu Zirong were speechless, and gave an awkward smile.

"Drink, drink, drink that damn cunt, cough cough cough—cough—" A series of old, senile curses came from inside the house. "Heavens, what kind of world is this? This unfaithful woman has disgraced our ancestors."

Lu Zirong listened to the cursing inside and whispered to Wang Mei, "Hey, there's someone else in the house."

"Hmph—you old geezer, don't you think about it? Without your grandma, we'd all starve to death—Grandpa, don't take it to heart, that's a dead man." Wang Mei was afraid that Lu Zirong would be offended, so she quickly explained.

"Uncle, have some tea."

Lu Zirong felt a glimmer of hope. Hmm, this harlot has raised a good son.

"Xiao Biao, this is Uncle Li. Go back to your room and do your homework." Wang Mei said affectionately from the side.

Xiao Biao was dressed in sportswear. His face resembled his mother's. He was handsome and fair-skinned, with a very well-proportioned body, long legs and arms, and hands as white and delicate as a girl's, like bamboo in spring.

"Hmm, Sister Mei, your two children are both so good-looking. You're so lucky." Lu Zirong took the teacup.

"Grandpa, not at all. My life is so hard."

At this moment, Zirong's phone kept ringing.

(2)

"Big brother, today is the official welcome dinner for you. How is it? Not bad, right?" Liu Xiao smiled and held a glass of red wine.

The Zhongnanhai private room was considered the best room in the Haigong Hotel. It had a red carpet, a cabinet air conditioner, excellent karaoke equipment, magnificent decoration, and antique tableware. It was elegant yet vulgar, and vulgar yet elegant.

Lu Zirong sat comfortably in the armchair at the mahogany table. The voices of the pretty waitresses were sweet, almost cloyingly so, but Lu Zirong liked it. He'd always had a smooth life, and he was used to flattery.

"Hmm, you still have some conscience, kid. So, have you planned the next batch of business?" Lu Zirong exhaled smoke rings, a hint of weariness showing on his plump face. A woman like Sister Mei was impossible for him not to care about, impossible for him not to give his all.

Only Liu Xiao and Lu Zirong were at the table, with Liu Xiao's three henchmen and Lu Zirong's bodyguard waiting at the door. "Big brother, don't worry, everything's taken care of. How about something new?" Liu Xiao winked, dismissing the waitresses.

"You're really acting like a local tyrant here, huh? Hey, let me tell you, finish this deal and then quit. Stop daydreaming and become a general manager at the group."

"Big brother, whatever you say. Hey, Ah Long, pour Big brother some wine."

After chatting for a while, someone knocked on the door of the private room.

"Come in, close the door behind you." Liu Xiao shook his round head. "Big brother, let's finish this drink first."

Three voluptuous, beautiful, and sexy girls carried several dishes to the table. One of them, a tall woman who looked like Sun Yue, said to Liu Xiao, "Can we serve the food now?"

Liu Xiao nodded, then whispered in Lu Zirong's ear, "Big brother, this taller girl is named Zhong Lei. She's a popular singer at the Haifeng Hotel now."

"Serve the food, what are you all standing around for?" Zhong Lei said.

The two girls slowly took off their clothes, then climbed onto the table, lying on their backs in the center, one upright and one upside down. Zhong Lei added some dipping sauce to the belly button, mouth, and vagina of the girl lying on her back, and smeared some cream on the buttocks of the girl lying face down and on the breasts of the girl lying face up.

"Big brother, this is called a flesh feast, it's very fun. Come on, set out the dishes, big brother, let's drink."

Liu Xiao tilted his head back and downed a glass.

This scene really pleased Lu Zirong—this kid Hei Niu really knows how to enjoy himself, Lu Zirong thought to himself. Staring at the two alabaster-white bodies on the table, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The women's breasts stood high, like two small white hills, adorned with nipples like red grapes. Their waists were slender, almost impossibly large, their buttocks plump and round, snow-white, and their legs straight and long, with fine golden hair at the base of their thighs. The wine was excellent, the women were stunningly beautiful, and the delicacies arranged on jade platters between them were truly a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

"Drink—" Lu Zirong sang, getting excited.

"Sing a song for our brother," Liu Xiao lit a cigarette and waved slightly. He picked up a slice of raw beef with his chopsticks, dipped it in the alcohol burner, then swished it around the vulva of the girl lying on her back before placing it on Lu Zirong's plate. "Brother, eat a little while you listen to the song,"

the girl moaned.

Lu Zirong glanced at Liu Xiao, said nothing, and tasted the beef: "Hmm, not bad." "

Of course, this is called Silver Sauce Beef, our hotel's most famous dish. Brother, what song would you like to hear?" Zhong Lei asked Lu Zirong with a lewd smile.

"Little bitch, just sing your best song," Liu Xiao said with a lewd grin.

"Okay—I'll sing!" Zhong Lei took the microphone, selected some background music, and began to sing softly, dancing wildly as she sang.

"You came to me with a smile, bringing me trouble. Why do you mess around every night, heartlessly abandoning this young woman—" Lu Zirong calmly watched Zhong Lei's alluring dance and said to Liu Xiao, "You kid, you'd better pay more attention to business."

"Big brother is indeed big brother," Liu Xiao said, his face flushed from drinking too much, his eyes gleaming with lust, "With such beauty before me, I don't even blush or skip a beat. I'll follow

you for life." "Get lost, here we go again. Hey, I'm going to Yanjin tomorrow, you'd better keep an eye on things. I'll be back in a few days."

"What, big brother's leaving? We can't do without you here." Liu Xiao slurred, feigning composure, his left hand forming a gun shape and placed to his lips, "Hey, give me some more, more intense!" Liu Xiao shouted at the dancing Zhong Lei.

"You came into my life, wearing a condom, bringing me trouble. Why can't I, a mere woman, get pregnant with your virginity, get pregnant with your virginity—" As she danced, Zhong Lei's rhythm quickened, her eyes fixed on Lu Zirong. Her hand, free of the microphone, slowly slid towards the buttons of her skirt—and soon, Zhong Lei was completely naked.

"You came into my life, wearing a condom, taking my virginity, why, why—"

She and Zhong Lei danced and sang, their bodies moving like a nimble snake, their round buttocks trembling, their waists swaying, and their legs slowly rotating downwards. As her legs contracted, her vulva gradually parted, the already open slit widening further, smooth and glistening with the lustful fluid seeping from her vagina, gleaming slightly with an obscene sheen under the light.

Lu Zirong remained in his original posture, head tilted to the side, smoking, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, Zhong Lei placed the microphone between her thighs, her fair buttocks trembling even more violently. A high-pitched voice rang out: "—Why, why, this young lady can't be pregnant with Mao Mao, mmm mmm—"

Zhong Lei's hips swayed even more, her hands tightly clasped together, holding the microphone. She lifted one leg, slowly pulling it towards her chest. As her legs gradually parted, her clitoris was fully exposed. Her vulva resembled a steamed bun, a ripe peach, with a slight brown tinge. Then, Zhong Lei closed her legs again, revealing the dark red flesh between her soft, wet thighs, forming a distinctly provocative circle.

The rapid trembling of her buttocks exuded an irresistible charm, yet Lu Zirong remained unmoved. Years of experience had taught him how to display his special authority in front of his subordinates. Lu Zirong remained calm throughout.

Liu Xiao, however, couldn't take it anymore.

"Little bitch, come here," Liu Xiao pulled Zhong Lei over and kissed her several times.

“Black Bull, take your time, I’m leaving now.”

“Hey, big brother, I haven’t finished eating yet.”

“Tell your brother to take me, I need to go to Yanjin tonight.”

(3)

During the day, Li Rouqian tried her best to devote all her energy to her work. After Lu Daqing announced his retirement, a power vacuum appeared in the Lu Group. Fortunately, Li Rouqian was still a business expert. After handling several business deals and dismissing several department heads, the Lu Group was now basically under Li Rouqian’s control. Lu Daqing was the boss, and Li Rouqian was the boss’s wife. Sometimes, the boss’s wife’s power was even greater than the boss’s. Everyone in the Lu Group knew this.

The Lu Group will have a satisfactory future. The Lu Group will have a shrewd and capable leader. Li Rouqian said this confidently at a headquarters staff meeting.

Only by devoting herself wholeheartedly could she temporarily erase her son from her mind. Li Rouqian thought this way and did this.

However, she felt a little uncomfortable at night.

As a mother and an elder, she couldn't possibly discuss sex with her daughter every night. How could she save face? And her mischievous daughter was always teasing her.

Life was truly unbearable. Hmm, that devil, why did he just disappear like that… Humph, you don't even want the Lu family business anymore. If it weren't for me, Ziyue would have taken the acting president's position. In that case, wouldn't she be able to turn the world upside down again? No way!

People have many ways to release stress, such as exercise. Exercise makes people healthy and fit. These days, Li Rouqian goes to her son's gym whenever she has free time. An hour of expert beauty treatment at home, an hour at the gym, and then a good night's sleep—and the unbearable night is over.

Li Rouqian stood on that exquisite, stylish treadmill, her small feet lightly bouncing, her mind a jumbled mess.

Her son was back. How would he approach her? What kind of place would he choose? Was it in my bedroom, or in his bedroom, or on Yanzi's bed, or, well, in the bathroom… even crazier, on the carpet in the living room. Hey, why am I thinking about this strange question again? Li Rouqian, you're supposed to be a well-read person, and you've lived all these years, yet you've ruined your reputation… Humph, chastity, what did I get in return for being a chaste woman for that old man all these years? Money? What good is money? Happiness? Forget about it. Without Zirong's protection all these years, I would have hanged myself long ago.

Mother and son committing adultery, the most taboo thing for thousands of years… Li Rouqian's whole body would convulse every time she thought of the word incest. That kind of tremor is indescribable… It's like watching a bloody gunfight movie; all the visual and physical pleasure is indescribable. Incest… mother and son, oh…

Li Rouqian, what kind of person have you become? What force has made you become like this? Why is this utterly absurd word filling my head?

A mother and son, having come to this point, whose fault is it? Mine? Yes, if you have to say that, that's true. If she wanted to have an affair, with my looks, where couldn't she find a prince charming? That dead man's fault, hmm, that's true too. Who told you to use those unnecessary words, those fiery phrases? How could a woman who's been celibate for so long endure that? Hmm, no, it's clearly my own provocative behavior… No, none of that's right. Neither of us, mother and son, is at fault. If anyone is at fault, it's undoubtedly that old turtle, that useless old turtle, that uninteresting old turtle, that clueless old turtle.

But the crucial issue is that these reasons aren't necessarily sufficient. She could have gone to other men, why did she have to go to her own son?

Son and lover? Sweat streamed down Li Rouqian's face. She slowed her pace, her high breasts bouncing up and down like two large pendulums, her slightly fleshy buttocks trembling slightly.

Li Rouqian had read "Son and Lover," and thought it was so well-written… Li Rouqian felt she was that subtly sentimental old woman in the book.

Her son was her own flesh and blood, his body having come from her womb; mother and son were of one heart… That word, "heart," immediately conjured two words in Li Rouqian's mind: "vagina's heart," and "fragrant heart"? Why? Why…

couldn't a mother see her son as a lover? A mother loving her son, a son loving his mother—wasn't that a matter of course? In ancient times, our ancestors, didn't they have the custom that after a father's death, a son could inherit his father's will and marry his mother?

A scoundrel? Li Rouqian…you're a scoundrel? Hmm…For a moment, Li Rouqian was stunned…

…At sunset, atop the tower, amidst the cries of wild geese, a heartless traveler, having seen all the beauty of the world, has been with women countless times, ignoring the loving mother's heart!

…Who can she call upon, to wipe away the tears of longing with red handkerchiefs and green sleeves!

(4)

Lu Ziyue pinched her husband Zhang Qiang until he was covered in bruises, and asked him hysterically, "Tell me, tell me, why does that old slut always side with her precious son? Humph, tell me, what is better about Zirong than me? He's a bastard, he must be a bastard, otherwise why does he look so different from us... Humph, tell me, why does that old slut look down on me? What have I ever done to offend her... Tell me, I earn more than that philandering bastard Zirong, and I have a stronger sex drive than him, but that old slut just doesn't respect me. Why is that? Why is that..."

Zhang Qiang didn't know how to answer or how to deal with this situation. Every time his wife came back, she would abuse him like this. It was worse than death. It was better to have a wife like this than not to have one! But what could he do? Who told God not to give him a good background or a good family? He had to grit his teeth and endure it...

As always, this bitch would eventually stop.

"Yue'er, the key to this is your father. What's the use of taking it out on me?"

After a long silence, Zhang Qiang finally spoke timidly.

"That damned man, he can't even save his own life, what use is he? Bah! Don't you have any other ideas, you're a grown man."

"As long as your father is still alive, there's always a way. At least, if he's gone, you..."

"Hmph... He's here, he's here, what use is he? He's still being controlled by that old slut, hmph..."

The phone in the room rang.

"Yueyue, why aren't you coming to keep your father company tonight?" Lu Daqing's voice on the phone was clearly weak.

"I'm busy, things are hectic at home," Ziyue said irritably.

"Go ahead, at least your dad's share is taken care of," Zhang Qiang said, eager for his wife to leave immediately.

"You just want me to leave... humph..." Lu Ziyue glared at Zhang Qiang and said into the phone, "Dad, where are you now? Aren't you at the hospital?"

"Yes, I am. You'll see when you get here. I didn't expect this hospital to have such a wonderful experience."

"I'll be right there." Lu Ziyue got up and dressed.

The bathroom prepared for special guests was incredibly warm and fragrant. A set of tiled steps led up to the whirlpool tub embedded in a stone platform. The whirlpool tub was filled with water, sprinkled with dried flower petals, and mixed with milk, bubble powder, bath salts, and minerals—a perfect place for relaxation.

Lu Ziyue lay in her father's arms. The bathroom was dimly lit, steam rose, and soothing music played softly.

"Dad, isn't there any way out? Are we just going to let that old slut and her philandering son get their way?" Lu Ziyue stroked her father's rough, veined hand that was pressing on her nipple.

"Sigh... Dad can't do anything about it. It's up to fate, my little darling." Lu Daqing looked at his daughter with loving eyes, stroking her hair. "Hey, why didn't you bring your grandson?"

"Hmph, it should be a son. Jianxin is a disgrace to have a father like you. Humph, you can't even handle your wife!" Lu Ziyue brushed her father's hand away and said sullenly.

"Ziyue, don't say that. Sigh, Dad is getting old. I'm afraid I'll only be able to stay home and take care of my son in the future. Jianxin, hey, the little rascal. Yesterday, Grandpa had to crawl and carry him. This kid will definitely amount to something when he grows up."

Lu Daqing tried to change the subject.

Ziyue looked at her father with disdain, and after a long while, she said, "Don't mention Jianxin anymore. I won't let him see you again. A useless father, how could he raise a promising son? Humph... like begets like, a rat's son only knows how to dig holes."

Ziyue's son had just turned three and was named Jianxin. On the surface, he was Lu Daqing's grandson, but in reality, he was the product of their illicit affair.

Ziyue was now filled with regret, deep regret. In her eyes, her father had collapsed from a towering building into a pile of stinking dog excrement.

"Hehe... Yue'er, my darling wife, now Dad can't even dig a hole if he wants to. Sigh, this thing is getting more and more useless." Lu Daqing pointed to his lower body and lewdly laughed.

"Bullshit... beast, humph..." Ziyue was both angry and amused, and turned away, ignoring Lu Daqing.

The strong-willed Ziyue always considered herself a strong woman, and the helpless situation before her caused her extreme pain. Pain can sometimes evolve into boundless hatred… Of course, for Ziyue, hatred, once gone, can lead to desperate measures and a sudden flash of inspiration. In the instant she turned her head, an idea struck her.

“Dad, I have a plan.”

“Hmm, tell me.” Lu Daqing, shameless, gently slapped his daughter’s taut bottom underwater.

“I’m afraid you won’t agree, Dad.”

“Tell me, tell me first.”

“Dad…we can make that old slut lose face and automatically relinquish her position as acting president.”

When Ziyue made love with her father, she always liked to inquire about the details of her father and mother’s intimate moments. From her father, she had a deep understanding of her mother’s hidden side, knowing that she was just as wild in bed as she was.

“How?” Lu Daqing’s hand slid between his daughter’s legs.

Lu Ziyue had no interest whatsoever. “Hmph…you only know how to bully your daughter, even on your deathbed you still want to be carefree, go to hell.” Lu Ziyue slapped Lu Daqing’s bottom hard underwater.

"Oh dear, it's the father who should be hitting his daughter, not the other way

around!" "Hmph, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Do you look like a father?"

Lu Daqing smiled obsequiously. "Wife, Yue'er, my dear wife, are you disgusted with your father? Hmm?"

"Hmph... You only allow your father to spank others, but you won't let your daughter spank back, hmph." Lu Ziyue deliberately gave a coquettish laugh, overflowing with tenderness.

"Tell me, how do you want to embarrass your mother?"

"Hmm, that's the important thing..." Lu Ziyue straightened up and whispered her idea in her father's ear.

"No, absolutely not, wouldn't that be cheating on me?" Lu Daqing shook his head repeatedly after hearing his daughter's words.

"Hmph... I knew you didn't love your daughter anymore." Lu Ziyue turned her head and said indignantly, "Lu Daqing, you beast, you slept with my daughter, so she's your wife. This old slut is just your concubine at best. Why is that so difficult for you?"

"In that case, Yue'er, Dad is an old cuckold, sigh..." Lu Daqing softened his tone when he saw his daughter was angry.

"It's settled then. I'll go find someone tomorrow. You'll administer the aphrodisiac. You old thing, remember this: once this opportunity is gone, it won't come again. Zirong is probably coming back soon. I'm determined to get the position of acting president!"

Lu Ziyue said resolutely.

(5)

Yanjing—the capital city, can undergo earth-shattering changes in a year. As the political and cultural center of a country, the forefront of reform and opening up, and the stage for government leaders' activities, changes are normal. It would be abnormal if there were no changes.

Sitting in the old Hongqi sedan sent by Minister Zuo, a cigarette dangling from his lips, Lu Zirong leisurely gazed at the tall buildings on both sides of the street, occasionally asking the driver questions about Minister Zuo.

"Xiao Chang, I remember you were driving last time."

"Hmm, Mr. Lu's memory is truly excellent."

"What's Minister Zuo been busy with lately?"

"Well, nothing more than national affairs. We servants don't really understand. Minister Zuo is quite a powerful figure, but I heard recently that his daughter is going through a divorce, and Minister Zuo hasn't been bothered with it."

"What? Everything was fine last year! Shanshan, she—"

Minister Zuo's only daughter, Zuo Shanshan, was a classmate of Lu Zirong's wife, Xiaoling. Both were top students in the Chinese Literature Department of Yanjin University. Lu Zirong was a year ahead of them. Although they weren't in the same department, they were quite close, being alumni. Back then, Xiaoling and Shanshan were very close friends, and Shanshan was quite jealous when Lu Zirong was dating Xiaoling.

Lu Zirong wasn't oblivious to Shanshan back then, nor was he completely indifferent to her. With Lu Zirong's intelligence and shrewdness, how could he not know that marrying the daughter of a minister was far superior to marrying Xiaoling, who came from humble beginnings? If he succeeded in this marriage, it would truly fulfill Li Bai's poem: "Half-blue sea sees the sun, the rooster crows in the sky." However, although Shanshan was the daughter of a high-ranking official, she wasn't particularly beautiful, far inferior to Xiaoling. Furthermore, when Shanshan met Lu Zirong, she already had a steadfast suitor—Gao Yuanxin, the son of Minister Gao. At that time, Lu Zirong was still poor and lacked ambition. Through situational analysis, he knew that pursuing Shanshan would likely be futile—a waste of time—so he chose to give up.

Connections, connections, even just a little bit, are always paramount in China. Lu Zirong's success, more or less, relied on his connection to Minister Zuo's daughter being an alumnus. Projects that others needed to get approved would take a year or more, while he resolved the issue in ten days or half a month—connections, to some extent, are the lifeline of the business world.

Regardless, Lu Zirong was still grateful to Zuo Shanshan from the bottom of his heart, even though she didn't hold much appeal for him.

"Minister Gao is coming down; he's going to be imprisoned."

“Oh—” Lu Zirong understood. Minister Gao had fallen from power, and his son was naturally also gone—so Zuo Shanshan had no reason to live with him anymore. Who would want to hang themselves on a crooked tree?

A tree dies when moved, but a person lives when moved.

“Are you divorced?”

“Yes, Shanshan is now living with Minister Zuo and his wife.”

“Oh—” Lu Zirong couldn’t help but sigh at the capriciousness of fate. The last time he came to see Minister Zuo was a year ago. He never expected that such a big change would happen to his family a year later.

(6)

“Little Lu, it’s been so long since we’ve kept in touch. How is your Lu family doing?”

Minister Zuo was tall and thin, about sixty years old, with sharp eyes that were sunken in their sockets. The light reflected from them was gloomy and carried a hint of coldness. Minister Zuo had built his career with these eyes—his ability to judge people was one of his great strengths. Of course, when Lu Zirong came to his house, Minister Zuo made this judgment: Shanshan, among so many friends, only this kid will definitely have a bright future.

"Fortunately, this year is a bumper harvest, all thanks to you."

"Shanshan, pour some tea. An old classmate has arrived, so be more welcoming." Minister Zuo's chin was sharp and powerful, like a cone.

"Zirong, what brings you here? Humph, you've made it big, but you don't even come to see us. What, have you forgotten your old classmates?" A young woman carrying a set of purple clay teaware appeared in the hall, her voice sweet and coquettish.

She was Shanshan, Minister Zuo's darling.

"Not at all, not at all, I'm here again." Lu Zirong looked at Zuo Shanshan, thinking, married women are different, they've gained a certain charm.

Zuo Shanshan was wearing a very fashionable autumn outfit: a white cardigan, a tight-fitting short skirt with a slanted opening, revealing her round belly button, making her look very sexy. What was even more eye-catching was the black fishnet stockings she wore, paired with 9cm white high heels, youthful and dynamic, all on full display—her legs were black with white, the contrast between her legs and shoes creating a striking effect that couldn't help but arouse the imagination.

A woman changes drastically at eighteen—well, no, it should be "a woman changes drastically after marriage." Shanshan has changed. Although her nose is big, her eyes are narrow, her lips are thick, and her teeth are sparse, her figure and temperament compensate for this, making her almost unrecognizable from the Shanshan of her university days.

Actually, whether a woman is pleasing to the eye, whether she can capture a man's heart, and whether she has distinctive features are also very important. If every woman in the world were like the standard beauties in movies and TV dramas, then there would be no brilliance.

Shanshan is now a woman with distinctive features—at least, she is a woman, a woman with background, temperament, and charm.

Lu Zirong's feelings underwent some subtle changes.

"Rongrong, Xiaoling is gone, you haven't remarried?" Zuo Shanshan sat down next to Lu Zirong.

"No—no." Lu Zirong suddenly felt a little embarrassed; this situation rarely happened to him.

What's going on? Lu Zirong asked himself inwardly.

"Well, a handsome and dashing man like you, with a successful career, probably has plenty of women vying for your attention, sigh~" Zuo Shanshan's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

“Zirong, since you’re here, stay for a while. I also have some things to discuss with you.” Minister Zuo glanced at his daughter, then at Zirong, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—well, better late than never. His daughter had just gotten divorced and was always causing trouble at home, making Qingyun and me anxious. Sigh, what a life—but Zirong just happened to be here. They sat together, more like a match made in heaven than friends—well, having a son-in-law like Zirong wouldn’t be bad at all.

Minister Zuo had a worry in his mind, but also a glimmer of hope—his daughter had always been proud and arrogant, but this time, Zirong would surely satisfy him.

"Um, Minister Zuo, I'm so sorry to bother you again."

"Oh, you're getting more and more polite. Just call me Uncle, Zirong. We're family, let's not get sidetracked."

"Um, Uncle, the Lu family has achieved its current success thanks to your care over the years. I've come here to express my gratitude and to discuss something with you."

"No need for thanks, we're family." Minister Zuo seemed to emphasize the words "family." "Just tell me what it is."

"I want to donate 20 million to Project Hope."

"20 million?" Minister Zuo looked at Lu Zirong, his expression turning serious. "Zirong, your Lu family has really grown big. Hmm, you've got guts. I didn't misjudge you. Donating 20 million will make the Lu family's name known. Zirong, you have guts! I support you. Hmm, 20 million is no small amount. Perhaps you can become a 'Son of the East' in the Eastern Dimension."

"Uncle Zuo, I think the Lu family needs major reforms."

“Oh—”

“If the Lu family doesn’t change its family operation method and turn from sole proprietorship to collective investment, it will not have greater development!”

“Hmm, good, good—Zirong, I support you. What about your father? What does he think? Hmm, I’ll call him right now.”

“Dad is in the hospital now—you can contact him later. It’s probably inconvenient now.”

“Okay, okay—Zirong, you have a bright future, a bright future indeed.” Minister Zuo nodded repeatedly at Lu Zirong.

“Dad, people have come from so far away, don’t you let them rest?” Zuo Shanshan couldn’t get a word in edgewise and gave Minister Zuo a coquettish look.

Minister Zuo looked at his daughter and nodded repeatedly: “Hmm, Zirong, go out and have a blast with my disobedient daughter. I’ll arrange for your aunt to cook for you and come back early. Hmm, that’s really good.”

Chapter 11

(1)

After passing through a small alley and turning a few corners, you will reach Xingzhong Road, the most bustling street in the city center. Peixin Hospital is located in the middle of this road. Peixin Hospital, run by Americans, is considered one of the best and most expensive hospitals in Pingdong City. Lu Daqing is recuperating there.

Originally, Ziling had advised Lu Daqing to go to Xiehe Hospital in Yanjin for treatment, but Ziyue disagreed. Lu Daqing's departure would be like losing a large tree, albeit a rotten one, but still serving a purpose. Lu Daqing himself didn't want to go to Yanjin either; his condition was so serious, who knew if he could return? He longed to return to his roots, having worked hard in Pingdong since his youth, and emotionally, he couldn't leave it.

Li Rouqian and her daughter, Ziyan, chatted as they walked towards the hospital. Since becoming a woman, Ziyan's way of thinking seemed completely different, quite avant-garde. Especially after learning that her mother also had special feelings for her brother, she spoke even more recklessly in front of Li Rouqian, not at all like a daughter speaking to her mother.

Li Rouqian didn't want her daughter to treat her like this, but what could she do?

Ziyan was the youngest and most pampered in the family, spoiled since childhood, and always spoke without any respect for elders. Besides, her daughter had a way of knowing her weaknesses. Her daughter was close to her brother, and she was close to her brother too. In name, they were both Zirong's lovers, their relationships equal. What could she complain about? Sigh, she never imagined things would develop this way. Fate, that's fate!

Li Rouqian was a believer in fate and also a Buddhist.

"Mom, when is my brother coming back? Are you lying to me?"

"Crazy girl, who's lying to whom?"

"Hmph—Mom is getting worse and worse, Mom is a bad woman."

"Keep your voice down—" Li Rouqian pinched her daughter's ear.

Li Rouqian loved walking; walking was synonymous with leisurely strolling. She was tired of the daily grind of cars. Having grown accustomed to a pampered life, poverty felt like a delight – the mother and daughter walked to visit Lu Daqing.

Lu Ziyan's attire was quirky and unconventional: a silk wool sweater, tight jeans, platform shoes, her navel exposed, and a small handbag casually slung over her shoulder, making her look like a fashionable young woman, not at all like a middle school student. Although the sun was out, it was still quite chilly, and Li Rouqian repeatedly urged her daughter to wear more clothes. But Lu Ziyan wouldn't listen, and Li Rouqian was at a loss.

Actually, Li Rouqian wasn't wearing much either; compared to her daughter, she only had a white trench coat – the coat was open, revealing a bright red wool sweater underneath, and light green culottes fluttering in the wind, making her look more concerned with style than warmth. Li Rouqian's eyesight had deteriorated in recent years, and she wore a pair of carbon crystal reading glasses. However, this only enhanced her already elegant demeanor.

Beautiful women are a unique sight on the street, and cities need the embellishment of beautiful women. Li Rouqian and her daughter walking down the street naturally attracted many glances. Under such public scrutiny, her daughter's disrespectful behavior naturally angered Li Rouqian.

"Li Rouqian is my husband's whore! Mistress, hee hee!" Lu Ziyan, still playful, whispered in her mother's ear.

"You—" *Smack!* Lu Ziyan received a slap on the buttocks.

Li Rouqian instinctively pulled her hat down, her face turning as red as a frost-covered persimmon, glaring angrily at her daughter.

Sigh, thinking about it, this was all her own fault. She really shouldn't have let her daughter know so much. She was already in her sixties; how could she not control her mouth? Humph, it's all that damned man's fault. She was lonely; she needed someone to confide in. The only trustworthy bystander was this madwoman. Hmm, if—if she gave herself to that dead man, two beauties for one husband, wouldn't that madwoman cause some trouble? Hmph, I doubt she'd dare. I'm the elder one, after all, the elder should suppress the younger. This madwoman, let's see how I deal with you! Li Rouqian walked forward indifferently, trying to ignore her daughter, her heart feeling as if trampled by a horse, a chaotic mess.

"Mom—we're almost there, aren't you ignoring your daughter?—Mom—at worst, I'll make you my brother's first wife."

Lu Ziyan humbly pulled her mother's hand, looking at her.

"Hmph—don't you want Mom to protect your belly?—Hmph!" Li Rouqian softly scolded her daughter.

"Mom, I was wrong—"

This trick really worked, Li Rouqian smiled charmingly.

"Mom, really, you'll be the first wife, and I'll be the second wife, hmm, we'll be family."

"You crazy hussy, here you go again, hmm—you said it yourself." Li Rouqian outwardly scolded her daughter, but inwardly she felt as sweet as if she'd eaten honey.

"Then I'll call you 'sister'—Sister Rourou."

"Nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart, hmph, that dead man bullied Mom, so you're bullying Mom too, huh?" Li Rouqian said angrily.

"Mom, we're both my brother's wives, so let me call you 'sister,' just like a practice session." Lu Ziyan took her mother's hand and gently shook it, "Sister Rourou."

"Hmm—we're here, we're here." Rouqian responded, her body going weak.

This was Li Rouqian's first time visiting her husband in the hospital. Although she didn't want to go, husband and wife are husband and wife, and she had to maintain appearances. Otherwise, what would outsiders say? They'd always say something about Li Rouqian—wasn't she supposed to be a very virtuous, traditionally elegant lady? Why didn't you come to visit your husband when he was hospitalized? Has something happened to the Lu family? In the end, Li Rouqian was still worried that the Lu family was unstable and that it would greatly harm her son's interests.

(2)

"Miss, did you need something from me?"

"Yes, Xiao Wu, please sit down." Lu Ziyue said to Wu Shaoan at Qingtong Villa with a kind smile.

As soon as her mother and sister left, Ziyue called Wu Shaoan to a side room on the second floor. Wu Shaoan was tall and big, with a full beard and small eyes. He was ugly. He had been working for the Lu family for almost six years. Wu Shaoan's hometown was Sihe, a very poor place. After he was discharged from the army, he wandered around without a job. Later, the Lu family recruited people and took him in because he was honest.

"Little Wu, have you been home yet? Is your father's illness any better?"

"Oh, thank you for your concern, Miss. My father's illness... oh, we don't have the money for treatment, it's just dragging on." Wu Shaoan's face contorted with tears at the mention of his painful past.

"Do you want to get some money to go home and treat your father's illness?" Lu Ziyue stared into Wu Shaoan's eyes.

Wu Shaoan lowered his eyes and timidly replied, "Miss... I want to get married but... I don't have any money, oh."

"Do you want to? Just one word."

"Of course I do." Wu Shaoan stammered

. "If you want money, I'll show you a way, but I don't know if you have the guts to do it." Lu Ziyue said dismissively.

"Miss... please tell me, what's the way?" Wu Shaoan's face flushed red.

"Come here, stick your ear out." Lu Ziyue said to Wu Shaoan with a smile.

"I... I—" Wu Shaoan became even more reserved.

"I'm not going to eat you... stick your ear out." Lu Ziyue's face hardened. Seeing this, Wu Shaoan quickly leaned closer.

Lu Ziyue whispered something in Wu Shaoan's ear.

Wu Shaoan's face grew paler and paler, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"M-Miss-I-I."

"Don't want to work, is that it—if you don't want to work, I'll have someone kick you out right now! Humph, I've raised you for nothing all these years. "

Lu Ziyue glared angrily.

Wu Shaoan covered his head with his hands, and after a long silence, he raised his head and said, "M-Miss, I-I-" "I what, spit it out." "I-I'll listen to you, I-" Lu Ziyue was overjoyed upon hearing this, and a smug smile immediately bloomed on her face. "Here's 20,000 yuan, you can keep it for now, remember, don't tell anyone about this, understand!" Lu Ziyue raised her voice. "Um-I-" Wu Shaoan stammered, unable to say anything more. "I will arrange everything for you. You just need to act according to the situation. Go on." Lu Ziyue couldn't stand the man's cowardly appearance and waved her hand impatiently. Wu Shaoan walked out of the room with unease. "My God—what is going on?" Wu Shaoan couldn't believe his ears—what kind of daughter would find a lover for her mother like this? Hey, what's going on? Finding a lover shouldn't be my responsibility. Wu Shaoan shook his head as he walked. 02-04 (3) "Shanshan, how have you been all these years?" It was freezing cold in Yanjin, and everything was covered in white. Lu Zirong was wearing a thick Citro?n velvet coat, but he still felt cold. He stood in front of a shopping mall and kept stamping his feet. Zuo Shanshan looked at him with a bright smile and said, "Regret it now, huh? I bet you've never seen weather this cold before." "It's really cold, Shanshan, you still haven't answered me." "You don't understand what divorce means to a woman, huh? I think you're just asking a question you already know the answer to." "Oh—sorry, I just wanted to check on my old classmate."

"If you care about me, then come with me to buy a coat."

"Yes, when we came out, I saw you were only wearing such a thin trench coat, and I felt bad. Come on, let's go in, I'll help you choose one." Lu Zirong said with a smile.

"Is this how you show concern for someone? Humph, thank goodness Xiaoling died young."

"Shanshan, don't be angry, come on, come in with me." Lu Zirong knew there was something behind Zuo Shanshan's words, so he took the initiative to pull her into his arms, and the two walked into the mall arm in arm.

The moment Zuo Shanshan saw Lu Zirong, her heart was filled with ripples. To be honest, if Lu Zirong had taken the initiative back then, she might not have married that outwardly strong but inwardly weak guy, Gao Yuanxin. Therefore, Lu Zirong's initiative to embrace her made her feel a sense of happiness. This feeling is so good, sigh, it's been so many years since I've felt this way—men fear choosing the wrong career, women fear marrying the wrong man, this old saying is really true. Did she ever feel this way when she married Gao Yuanxin? No, never. A playboy, all talk and no action, just a walking corpse. She could only blame herself for being blind back then. Ah—perhaps this is life, life is cruel.

Chapter Twelve:

Li Rouqian had been waiting for this day. Her husband was still in the hospital when her son, Lu Zirong, returned. When she received the call, her heart trembled. The words spoken on the phone made her blush. She hadn't expected her son to convey his message in that way.

"Mom, I'm back. You?"

Li Rouqian glanced into the ward. Her daughter, Lu Ziyan, was taking care of her father, completely unaware of her presence. She quickly covered the receiver and came out.

"I'm at the hospital, son, you're back?" Her voice was soft, tinged with coquettishness and joy.

"I'm back, Mom. I'm taking a shower." Her son's tone was utterly disrespectful.

"Oh." Hearing this, Li Rouqian knew what her son was thinking. Ever since hearing those words from him on the phone, she knew that once he returned, she would lose her virginity to him. Although it was something she had always dreamed of, the prospect of it actually happening filled her with trepidation. She glanced around, relieved that her daughter hadn't followed. "You

heartless wretch, you should wash yourself clean! You've been with so many women outside, how are you going to explain this to your mother?

" "Mom—are you listening?" Lu Zirong had actually returned long ago. After playing with Li Roumei, he had devised his first confrontation with his mother. Only after implementing that plan did he call her.

"Yes, I'm listening." Li Rouqian's voice trembled slightly. She knew her son was taking a bath, washing himself clean.

"Your father is in the hospital." She hadn't wanted to tell him this, but the words were on the tip of her tongue.

"What happened to my father, Rourou?" Lu Zirong said flirtatiously.

Li Rouqian felt a shiver run through her body at this, a wetness seeping from her lower body. She called out again, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Rourou, come back first." Lu Zirong lay in the bathtub, speaking into the phone. He didn't care about his father at all now.

"Okay, Mom will be back in a bit. Wait for Mom to scrub your back." Li Rouqian almost couldn't control herself and said softly.

"Okay, Mom—I'll wait for you. Hurry up, or I'll wait for you in bed," he listened to the sounds on the other end of the line, knowing his mother's mood at this moment, "Rou Rou, your son will be done washing up in a bit and will be waiting for you in bed." He deliberately made the sound of running water.

Li Rouqian's heart pounded shyly, "You rascal, you're so indecent." She said coquettishly, afraid that others would hear. "Wash yourself clean."

"Hehe, my dear Rou Rou, I will definitely wash myself very clean." Lu Zirong lay there happily, looking at the large mirror that had just been installed on the ceiling.

"Then I'll hang up." Li Rouqian was still a little reluctant to leave.

"Mom—you're hanging up?" Lu Zirong wanted to say something, but he heard a "knock knock" sound on the phone.

Li Rouqian returned home without her daughter, Lu Ziyan. She couldn't bear the thought of both her daughter and son having an affair, even though her daughter had discussed it with her beforehand. She couldn't bring herself to do it as a mother. She had planned to meet her son in the bathroom, meticulously planning every detail along the way. But she hadn't expected Lu Zirong to go completely off track.

As she passed the bathroom, she heard Lu Zirong call out, "Rou Rou, come in."

It turned out her son was already waiting for her on her large bed. Li Rouqian involuntarily slowed her pace. All her carefully planned details were useless now. She didn't know how to face her son's first time. Just as she hesitated, Lu Zirong appeared before her. "Mom—my Rou Rou." He hugged her tightly, and she buried her face in his chest, too ashamed to open her eyes, letting him carry her into the bedroom.

Li Rouqian nestled in her son's large arms, unsure what to do with her hands. "Your father, he and your sister are in the hospital," she had to repeat, trying to hide her unease.

"Rou Rou, what's wrong with Da Qing?" Lu Zirong's tone had completely changed. He no longer hesitated to use his father's name, calling him Da Qing directly.

"Da Qing, Da Qing's old problem has flared up again," Li Rouqian said, following her son's lead.

"Is he impotent again?" Lu Zirong asked flirtatiously, looking into his mother's eyes.

"Nonsense!" Li Rouqian was hugged tightly by her son, her heart pounding at his words.

"What nonsense am I talking about?" he teased his own mother. "Rou Rou, are you keeping watch again?"

Li Rouqian sighed deeply. "Whether you're keeping watch or not, don't you know?" Her tone was full of resentment.

Lu Zirong looked at his mother's delicate and pitiful eyes, and his lips slowly lowered.

Li Rouqian quickly put her hand between them; she didn't want her son to do "that" at this moment.

Seeing his mother's hesitant expression, Lu Zirong didn't force her, gently stroking his lips against her arm. "How would I know? My own mother."

"You're so mean!" To his surprise, his mother lightly slapped him. The slap made Lu Zirong's heart flutter; he wanted to kiss her immediately.

He grabbed his mother's hand that had slapped him and brought it to his lips. "How does a son know about his mother's private affairs?"

"Hmph! You don't know, you only know about your sister." His mother was clearly jealous.

Lu Zirong was speechless, silently watching his mother. He knew his mother already knew everything about him and his sister, but because of her status, she had hesitated to act on her desires.

"Rou Rou, I know, Da Qing can't—" At this point, his mother suddenly covered his mouth. The mother and son remained locked in a tense standoff, silently sensing each other's affection.

"Don't mention him, okay?" At this time, in this environment, the mother and son repeatedly mentioning their father made Li Rouqian, as his wife, feel uneasy.

“But I know you’ve suffered all these years.” After Lu Zirong removed his mother’s hand from his mouth, he felt her hand not move away, but instead caressing his lips downwards.

Li Rouqian let out a long, soft breath. “As long as you understand your mother, that’s enough.”

“Rou Rou, is Daqing really not good anymore?”

“Yes.” Li Rouqian nodded.

“Good Rou Rou,” Lu Zirong called out, his hand naturally supporting his mother’s buttocks, his fingers pressing against her crotch. He knew that all these years, although his mother, as a woman, had enjoyed a life of luxury, she had neglected her intimate life.

Suddenly feeling her son’s intentional or unintentional touch, Li Rouqian trembled all over, and a seductive look unconsciously arose in her eyes.

“Mom, dear Mom, your son has made you suffer.” Lu Zirong called out as he strode towards the bedroom.

As Li Rouqian stepped into the spacious bedroom, her heart pounded uncontrollably. She knew that entering would fulfill her long-cherished wish, making her dream come true. But amidst the joy, she was also filled with worry. As a mother, was she really going to consummate the marriage with her son? From his tone, she sensed he no longer saw her as his mother. Then why was he still seeing other women and letting them call her a whore?

Sigh! Since ancient times, what man hasn't had multiple wives and concubines? It was inevitable that her son would have a few women outside the marriage. Hadn't he said he wanted to use those women to send messages to his mother? Thinking of this, a faint joy welled up within Li Rouqian.

But what was she to her son? He already had a wife and a relationship with her daughter. Was she his concubine? Thinking this, her face flushed involuntarily. She hadn't even consummated the marriage with her son yet, and she was already considering her status. Sigh, whatever, she's his mother, his biological mother. He can't just sleep with his own mother and then divorce her, can he?

Lu Zirong closed the door behind him, looked at his mother in his arms, and happily walked to the bedside.

"Rong'er, from now on, your mother will rely on you." For some reason, Li Rouqian said these words to her son like a woman who had submitted to her husband and was trying to gain status by being taken advantage of.

"Mom, Daqing is impotent, so your son will make it up to you from now on."

"You're bad! Even now, you're still calling me Mom?"

Lu Zirong was stunned. "If I don't call you Mom, what should I call you?"

Li Rouqian whimpered and buried her head in his arms. "I, I don't know."

"Silly Rourou," Lu Zirong put his mother on the bed and climbed on top of her. "Then I won't call you Mom. Did you miss me, Rourou?" He looked into his mother's eyes and pressed his finger to her sexy lips. “You’re my whore, Li Rouqian is Lu Zirong’s whore.”

“You bullied your mother, you went out to seduce women, and—” Li Rouqian grimaced, wanting to cry. The scene that day was unbearable for her. That whore was flirting with her son while cursing: Li Rouqian, you’re Lu Zirong’s whore.

Lu Zirong looked at his mother and pulled her into his arms. His mother’s long hair was scattered on the bed, wrapped around his arms.

“Mom—I can’t stand being out there.” He knew his mother was referring to that incident, “and you’re not here.”

“Buzz—I’m not coming anymore, you’re bullying your mother.” Li Rouqian nestled in her son’s arms, feeling a firm chest.

Hearing this, Lu Zirong’s penis instantly hardened. Looking at his mother’s weak appearance, he forcefully hugged her, “Mom—” Before Li Rouqian could even look at him, his lips forcefully invaded hers.

“You’re bad!” Li Rouqian punched her son’s back, receiving a firm kiss.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore." He thrust his large hands between his mother's legs, feeling the softness. His hands

roamed from her buttocks to her vulva, finally pressing against her hidden crevice.

"You...you want to suffocate me?" Li Rouqian struggled free, looking at her son shyly, too ashamed to look up.

Lu Zirong looked at his mother, thinking about how he had painstakingly planned this final outcome over the past few days. Now his mother was beside him, beneath him. He remembered the term he had learned in school—"steaming the mother and dominating the daughter-in-law"—and he was actually going to steam his own mother. He really wanted to steam his own mother.

"Rou Rou, didn't you want me to come back soon? I'm back now, what do you want?" He lifted his mother's chin, making her look at him. Li Rouqian, treated this way by her son, wanted to pull away but couldn't, so she simply looked directly at him.

Lu Zirong teasingly touched the corner of his mother's slightly upturned lips with his finger. Li Rouqian felt the happiness she had longed for day and night.

“I want it,” she said, reaching her hand into Lu Zirong’s hard penis pressing against her buttocks and grabbing it tightly. “I want your cock.” Her face turned as red as a sheet.

Lu Zirong hadn’t expected his usually dignified and refined mother to speak so crudely, and he was instantly aroused. At the same time, his hand pressed inside through the fabric.

“Mom, you said it yourself, so I’ll leave it to you.” He said, lowering his head to kiss her, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at his mother.

“My thoughts are outside your heart, my heart is in a jade pot.” Lu Zirong recited a line casually. He knew his mother especially loved poetry, and even at times like this, she often recited it.

“You know my feelings, my heart is left here—” Li Rouqian recited.

“Rou Rou, you know my heart, what’s the next line?” The hand that was pressing against his mother’s vulva caressed her ample breasts.

“Next line, I want my husband to say.” She unconsciously positioned herself beside her son’s pillow, clearly offering herself as his concubine, but at this moment, even she herself didn’t realize it.

Lu Zirong played with his mother as he pleased. Although there were trousers between them, he had already roughly felt the shape of her vulva—not too big, not too small, a notch larger than his sister Ziyan’s. Comparing them in his mind, he recited, “Her heart is cast outside her vulva; tender feelings are received by her body, beneath the jade pot, the mother flower blooms.”

“Oh dear, you little beast, do you really want your mother to be your concubine?” Although she said this to reveal her status as a mother, she was actually secretly pleased with herself.

"Moonlight shines, my body is bare, my heart is filled with spring passion with nowhere to go, I miss that jade-like man, my heart is so heavy, I can't put down that gun, though my body is old, my heart is with you, my dreams are in the pleasure quarters, when will I get to experience the fiery sunrise! Mother, your son has already placed this gun here." Lu Zirong remembered the day his sister read the diary he had secretly peeked at in front of their mother, and naturally began to fidget with the gun beneath him, but he hadn't yet revealed it to his mother.

"Oh dear, you deserve to die! Where do you want your mother to put her face?" Li Rouqian heard her son remember clearly, and for a moment she was overjoyed, but she couldn't let go of her pride no matter what. Looking at her son's deliberately erect tent between his legs, she was also momentarily aroused, but because of her status, she still couldn't tear off her mask.

"Even the swallows know, Rou Rou, you want to be a whore and also want to maintain a virtuous image." As he spoke, his hand unconsciously increased the pressure, thrusting it deep into his mother's body, panties and all. Li Rouqian shuddered, a white fluid gushing from her. She

couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "You're bad!" Her body went limp, as if she wanted to press against him.

Lu Zirong's finger was already halfway in. From his mother's eyes, he saw a mixture of love and hate. He pushed his hand in a little further. Li Rouqian felt the pain of the friction inside and frowned, a hint of resistance in her eyes.

Lu Zirong knew this wouldn't be good for his mother, but as a man, he was used to flirting with women, and even with his mother, he couldn't resist using those flirtatious methods. He bent his finger, prying it out from between his mother's upper lips, just brushing against her clitoris. Even that fleeting glimpse was enough to send a shiver down Li Rouqian's spine like never before.

"I'm going to die!" She squeezed her legs together, trying to suppress the involuntary moans of pleasure that escaped her nostrils, but she couldn't completely hide it. Though it was only a low moan, it sounded like thunder to her son, after all, it was aroused by him. He slowly withdrew from his mother's body, his hand climbing up her waist, using his fingertips to untie the elastic band, and slowly crawling inside.

"Mom, do you remember Su Shi's poem?" Crawling over his mother's high, bulging mons pubis, a strand of pubic hair was already between his two fingers, Lu Zirong gently rubbing it, looking into his mother's eyes.

At this moment, Li Rouqian didn't refuse; she was worried that her excessive reserve would scare her son away. But what kind of man was Lu Zirong? In front of women, he was a man who wouldn't give up until he saw the Yellow River.

"Which poem of his do you want?" Li Rouqian felt her son's hand rolling and rubbing against her pubic mound, gently twisting each curly pubic hair. She felt a surge of desire, a longing to let his hand reach down and cover that sensitive spot. But this was her son. No matter how much she wanted to, she wouldn't tell him that she wanted him, wanted him to sleep with her.

Looking at her son's expectant expression, she knew he was about to twist the ancient poems again, but she didn't know which of Su Shi's poems would be more suitable at this moment. She hadn't expected that her own growing knowledge of poetry over the years would have influenced her son as well.

"Viewed horizontally, it's a ridge; viewed vertically, it's a peak," Lu Zirong recited, emphasizing each word as he surveyed his mother's body, wanting her to savor the meaning. Li Rouqian, of course, knew what her son meant by reciting this poem; it implied her high breasts, full hips, and deep cleavage. This little beast, after all, was an experienced womanizer; he knew everything his mother's position encapsulated.

"Different from near and far, high and low," the mother and son recited simultaneously, but Li Rouqian and Lu Zirong differed by only one word. Li Rouqian read the poem as it was, thinking that it was quite charming in this context. She considered her figure, to be fair, full and shapely, with curves in all the right places, but lacking a finishing touch, it felt somewhat lacking in allure. Lu Zirong, however, read it as "Different from near and far, high and low, different flavors," which startled Li Rouqian. But upon closer reflection, she understood the meaning behind her son's single-word alteration.

The mother described it superficially, while the son conveyed the inner essence of a woman. A woman's appearance, whether viewed from afar or up close, naturally has a unique charm, but the high, full curves offer a thorough enjoyment not only visually but also tactilely. As the saying goes, a woman should be both admired from afar and touched intimately; admiring from afar is appreciating a woman's beauty, while touching intimately is exploring every part of her body.

Lu Zirong, through the alteration of this poem, saw in his mother's mature body the beauty of their respective realms, revealing his own desire: to play with every part of his mother's body, from riding, straddling, lying prone, all the way to rear-entry. Each position would naturally offer a unique experience, and as a son, he could savor the pleasure of stimulating his mother. This was the true meaning behind the alteration.

The intelligent and virtuous Li Rouqian naturally understood this as well. As the saying goes, "A gorilla cherishes a sage," and they were of one mind, she was deeply moved. Just as she was contemplating the subtleties, she heard her son continue reciting: "Not recognizing the true face of one's mother." Suddenly inspired, Li Rouqian echoed her son's words: "Only because the body is in the heart of the vagina."

After saying this, she gave a coy smile, which her son found incredibly alluring. Lu Zirong felt as if his soul had been bewitched, his bones practically melting. He hadn't expected his middle-aged mother to still possess such charm. This kind of experience was something he only ever enjoyed in the pleasure quarters, but today his mother had given him a taste of it all, leaving half his body numb.

"Rou Rou, my dear mother, your son is now inside your cunt." He leaned over and embraced Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian felt a little embarrassed by her son's gaze. "Rong'er, you naughty boy, all you do is go to those shady women outside." She rubbed her son's long member and sighed deeply.

Lu Zirong was captivated by his mother's tenderness. He withdrew his hand and slipped it between his mother's legs, touching her high, bulging mons pubis. “Rou Rou, you’re not here again, your son misses you,” he kissed her, “misses your slutty—” He started to say, but his mother covered his mouth.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Li Rouqian scolded her son, “Mom will be by your side from now on, whenever you want, Mom will be there.”

“Rou Rou, my dear Rou Rou.” Lu Zirong moved his mother’s buttocks in front of him and took off his clothes.

Li Rouqian sighed, feeling her son’s eyes staring at her lewdly. “Rong’er, are you sincere?”

“Mom, dear Mom, is your son and I just pretending?” Years of dreams made Lu Zirong greedily inhale his mother’s scent, his lewd member lying long between his legs. Having seen so many women’s things, this was the first time he had seen his own mother’s. Lu Zirong couldn’t help but reach out and touch it.

“If you’re sincere, why do you always go out and see other women?” Her son’s large hand was already touching down from her high mons pubis. She didn’t know if this was out of her son’s sincerity, or if it was like him playing with other women.

“Mother,” Lu Zirong said with delight, disappearing from the messy pubic hair into the cleft. “If I hadn’t been looking for someone outside all these years, why didn’t you keep me here all those years ago?”

“Mother didn’t dare, did she? Mother couldn’t escape worldly conventions.” Li Rouqian said softly, her breath spraying onto her son’s face.

“Rou Rou, give it to me. Give it to your son.” He lowered his head, turning his mother’s buttocks toward him, and took them into his mouth.

“Ah—” Li Rouqian’s breath became heavy from the stimulation of her son’s wildness.

“Rou Rou, I won’t go to prostitutes outside anymore,” he said, taking his mother’s labia into his mouth, then probing inside with his tongue, licking Li Rouqian. “I’ll patronize you from now on.” “Mother will patronize you

, but don’t forget your mother when you see your sister.”

Lu Zirong knew his mother was jealous, and he moved his buttocks to find his mother’s instrument.

“I won’t forget,” he said, tracing across his mother’s vulva and pinching her clitoris.

"Ah—Rong'er, Rong'er." Li Rouqian's buttocks moved rapidly. "No, Mother can't take it."

Lu Zirong greedily looked at his mother's lewd state. He knew that from now on, his mother would submit to him and become his woman.

"Son will make you unable to take it." He teasingly admired her.

“You’re bad, you bad son, even sleeping with your own mother.”

Lu Zirong bit his mother’s vulva. “Dear mother, don’t you like being slept with by your son? Aren’t all those diary entries about your longing for your son? I crave your presence, I crave your heart to belong to me, the world in my hands, I in your hands, I crave—I crave you to return to your eternal home, I crave you to return to my full heart—Rong, I dreamt of you again—Rong—I crave to be your new mother, to be your bedmate, as long as there is an afterlife—your firmness is my joy, your masculinity is the wave of my life.”

“You? I’m ignoring you. You and your sister ganged up on your mother.” Li Rouqian was filled with shame and indignation. She hadn’t expected her son to see all her inner secrets, and for a moment she wanted to disappear into the ground.

“Don’t you think about it every day? About my cock?” He said, then suddenly remembered something. “How’s Dad’s illness?”

“He’s in the hospital.” Hearing her son mention her husband at this moment, Li Rouqian felt strange. “You still care about him?” She gestured to her son, and Lu Zirong quickly kissed his mother’s lips. The two played with each other’s genitals, entwined on the bed.

“It’s not concern, Mother, I just want to—” He took his mother’s tongue into his mouth, licking it.

“I want to know that if he left sooner, this family, along with all the women in this family, would belong to me.”

“Isn’t Mom already yours?”

“But I’m not at ease yet. I want to make you my complete woman.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Rou’er, call me.” Li Rouqian clung to her son, her large penis being played with by him. She understood what her son wanted her to call her, feeling a shy and touched warmth in her heart. She knew that after calling him that, her son would never treat her as his mother again.

“Rong’er, my man.”

Lu Zirong never imagined his mother would call him that. Man, I am her man, my mother’s man.

"Mother, my dear mother."

He embraced her, his eyes meeting hers. The forbidden pleasure thrilled him, making him forget all worldly conventions and ethics.

"From now on, you are my woman, Mother. I've said it before, I will sleep with every woman Father has ever slept with. Tonight, I will sleep with you, with my dear mother."

After saying this, the two embraced and lingered intimately.

“That swallow—” The woman’s mind was as meticulous as a needle, no doubt about it.

Lu Zirong knew his mother was still bothered by this

. As he untied his mother’s belt, his hand slid down to his mother’s warm navel, and he asked softly, “What do you think?” “You idiot, why are you asking me?” She quickly grabbed her son’s large penis below.

“I want you to tell me, Mother. Tell your man.”

Li Rouqian thought for a moment and said, “Do you like Mother more, or your sister?”

“Of course, Mother, your son is flesh of your flesh.” Lu Zirong entered that warm passage again.

“You’re so glib! If you still like your sister, then you should still want her. Mother won’t compete with her.” Li Rouqian said tolerantly. She knew her son would not give up his daughter.

“Dear Mother, you are truly my dear Mother. Your son must make you his first wife.”

His penis stood erect, glaring at everything his mother had done.

Li Rouqian closed her eyes lovingly and softly recited:

Morning walk between the clitoris and dark clouds, Mother’s joy and son’s love return daily.

Sweet voices and moans cannot be stopped, a light touch has already crossed the mountain of incest.

Chapter Thirteen

(1)

The western suburbs of Fragrant Hills are covered with red leaves.

Minister Zuo, contrary to his usual practice, drove his off-road vehicle through the forest road covered with red and yellow fallen leaves. The late autumn in Beijing is naturally the most beautiful in Fragrant Hills.

"Dad...did you call Uncle Lu?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Zuo Shanshan looked at the charming scenery outside the window and unconsciously recited: "A winding stone path leads up the cold mountain, where a house is hidden deep in the white clouds." "Dad, the scenery of Fragrant Hills is indeed unique."

Minister Zuo gripped the steering wheel with both hands, rounded a bend, and drove towards the villa halfway up the mountain.

"What? In a hurry to get married?" He knew that Lu Zirong had made an agreement with his daughter. The two were a perfect match and were both divorced and single.

"What are you saying?" Zuo Shanshan blushed. "Zirong came to ask you to speak on his father's behalf. You should call him as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay." Minister Zuo said, taking out his phone and hurriedly dialing, "Dial Dad." He had always been very obedient to this daughter.

"Hey, Lao Lu, it's me, Lao Zuo. Old buddy, you sound like you're not feeling well?" Hearing the other man's low voice, which wasn't like his usual cheerful self, he looked at the man's cheek, then put his ear to his ear.

"Is something wrong? Old buddy, money is a small matter, your health is the most important. Okay, to put it simply, Zi Rong came to see me a few days ago. I think his mind is getting sharper and sharper. Your Lu family is truly blessed to have produced such a business prodigy. You have a worthy successor. Hehe." Zuo Shanshan listened with a smile, giving her father hints on the path ahead.

"Yes, yes, we need to build a large conglomerate and establish the Lu's brand. Yes. I'll definitely go and take a look when I have time. Uh, and also," he turned to look at his daughter, who was listening intently.

"And another thing, I have some good news for you. We're getting married! What? You want to come? No need, I'll be there myself. That little devil of yours never misses an opportunity. He came once and he's completely bewitched my daughter." Zuo Shanshan was overjoyed. She wanted her father to call, mainly to ask him to propose to the Lu family. She never expected her father to so openly express his daughter's wish.

"You wicked father, how could you betray your daughter?" She turned and rained blows on Minister Zuo.

Minister Zuo dodged, the car swaying, but thankfully there weren't many tourists in the scenic area.

"Instead of being grateful, you..."

"I'm ignoring you." Zuo Shanshan turned her head away, pouting.

Minister Zuo straightened the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on her. "What, are you really angry? Don't you want to get married?

If you don't want to, Dad will support you."

Zuo Shanshan chuckled. "That's more like it," she said, leaning against her father. "I want you to support me for life."

"The truth?" Minister Zuo glanced at his daughter.

"What? Are you scared?" Zuo Shanshan's submissive demeanor stirred something in Minister Zuo's heart.

"Scared of what? It's not like Dad can't afford to support you. Look, the house is all prepared for you." He gestured forward, and the small villa with its soaring eaves was now in sight.

"Hmph, is that for me? Don't be up to something!" Zuo Shanshan knew her father had other women outside, and that he owned more than one villa like this. But in her mind, it wasn't unreasonable for someone of her father's status to have several women; it was just that her mother didn't know the details.

"Dad wanted to give it to you, but daughters grow up and leave home." Minister Zuo seemed filled with regret.

Zuo Shanshan felt a pang of sadness. In her heart, her father had always been an object of her admiration. Her marriage to Gao Yuanxin was somewhat reluctant. As a woman, she couldn't remain unmarried forever.

"Then Dad, please keep me here. I'll serve you for the rest of my life." Zuo Shanshan said this for some reason, and it brought a bittersweet feeling to Minister Zuo's ears.

"I'm afraid you won't think that way after you see Zirong. Dad is old and can't compare to young people anymore," he said with deep feeling.

Zuo Shanshan noticed many silver strands mixed in with her father's thick hairline, yet he still looked handsome and vigorous.

"No way, Dad, with your looks and physique, many girls would be eager to offer themselves to you!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth and giggling.

"You silly girl, so frivolous. I'm afraid I'm willing but unable," Minister Zuo sighed. "Shanshan," he turned to look at his daughter, "Zirong has your father's spirit; he must be quite skilled."

"He's just a bull," Zuo Shanshan said casually. She had always had a good impression of her old classmate, and hearing her father's words now naturally made her feel smug. Lu Zirong was not only tall and strong but also charming and debonair, the object of many girls' affections.

"A bull is good for plowing fields, Shanshan. I've heard Zirong is quite the ladies' man." The car started bumping along the gravel road. "I'm afraid my precious daughter won't be able to handle it. Haha," he laughed heartily.

“Bad daddy,” Zuo Shanshan blushed, “your daughter isn’t made of mud.” Her voice trailed off.

The father and daughter fell silent after that.

Although they were deep in a maple forest, the view was surprisingly pleasant as they approached the villa. The gate, nestled between wisteria and ivy-covered walls, looked more like a unique landscape. The car climbed a hill and arrived. The door was remote-controlled, mounted on the side of the steering wheel. Minister Zuo pressed a button, and the door opened.

“Get out, my princess.” Minister Zuo jumped out of the car and opened the door for his daughter with a gentlemanly gesture.

“It’s beautiful!” Zuo Shanshan looked left and right, clicking her tongue in admiration. She truly didn’t know her father owned a villa here. “Do

you like it?” Minister Zuo looked at his daughter, who stretched out her arms as if to embrace the beautiful scenery, and opened his own arms in return. Zuo Shanshan hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into his arms. "If you like it, I'll give it to you. At worst, Dad will support you."

"I like it, my bad daddy." She nestled against her father's broad chest. "This is from which of my stepmothers?" She wasn't shy about it in front of her father.

Minister Zuo didn't hide anything either. "Silly girl, no one has ever been here before. Daddy just renovated it last year, just so you could move in."

In this secluded place, Zuo Shanshan felt the safety and warmth of a man. She looked up at her father's handsome features, blinking her large, peach-like eyes with infinite affection. "You want to support your daughter too?"

Minister Zuo lowered his head, then turned away, unable to face his daughter's current state. "Dad wants to raise you like a kitten, but you're grown up now, your heart can fly away."

Zuo Shanshan seemed a little languid. "I'm tired, I just want to find a man to lean on, someone to comfort me when I'm weary." She hugged her father's arms. "Dad, will you love me?"

Minister Zuo sighed deeply, his voice full of emotion. "Silly child, what father doesn't love his daughter?"

"I'm not just talking about that kind of love, it's the love a man has for a woman."

A tranquility filled the air, a tranquility that could be felt even on their faces. The gentle autumn sunlight shone in the courtyard, making everyone feel languid. Minister Zuo reached out and gently stroked his daughter's hair.

"Dad, how many women do you have outside?"

Minister Zuo shoved Shan Shan aside. "Why are you asking these questions?" He opened the door, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. "Come in and take a look."

Zuo Shan Shan stepped inside. The entrance hall had an open-air glass ceiling, an artificial rockery decorated with a small bridge and flowing water, and natural exotic flowers and plants emitting a faint fragrance. Underfoot was crystal-clear spring water, where colorful fish swam. The walls were naturally adorned with red, yellow, and rare green corals. Shan Shan was a little dazzled by the sight.

"Dad, I really want to stay here and not leave," Zuo Shan Shan said, her eyes narrowed, seemingly lost in reverie.

Minister Zuo gently pulled her close, resting his head on her hair and rubbing it softly. "Do you know why there are so many corals?"

"No?"

"Silly girl, corals have always been my favorite thing in life," he murmured. "Even though I can't have them, I want to keep them hidden in this villa, so I can look at them when I'm tired and admire them when I'm weary."

Zuo Shanshan knew what her father meant, and she said with longing, "Which wife do you want?"

Minister Zuo seemed to be in a dream, muttering, "How about the second wife?"

Zuo Shanshan reached out and wrapped her arms around her father's head, stroking his face. "If you weren't my father, how wonderful would that be?"

Minister Zuo suddenly turned his daughter's head. "Then would you be willing to give yourself to me?" Shanshan closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. "Bad father, you said you were decorating for me? So, so you had ulterior motives."

She gently pushed her father away, and in the instant before leaving, her eyes revealed endless longing. Minister Zuo looked on with pity. His daughter was a beauty beyond compare, and it was incredibly difficult for any man to resist her charms. Moreover, a divorced daughter was even more alluring and sexy. He looked at his daughter with regret; just moments ago she had been so reluctant to part with him, but now her expression had completely changed.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look," Zuo Shanshan said, seeing her father's dejected expression. She took the initiative to go up the spiral staircase, which opened into a large hall. A painting of a concubine emerging from her bath revealed the owner's taste.

"Hehe," Zuo Shanshan giggled, covering her mouth. "Dad, you really are something."

"What do you mean?" Minister Zuo retorted.

"If Dad likes it, how could it not be good?"

"Exactly, look again." Minister Zuo looked up at the concubine's face.

"Oh dear..." Zuo Shanshan covered her mouth. "Why, why does she look a bit like me?"

"Originally, Dad wanted to sculpt a statue of you, but I was afraid of what people would say, so I made this painting of a concubine." He said embarrassedly, afraid his daughter would scold him.

"Do you think I'm that beautiful?" his daughter asked, feeling guilty.

"The most beautiful thing is still a woman's body, Shanshan, go and take a look in the bedroom." Even the military-trained Minister Zuo knew a few lines of poetry.

"Dad, 'daughter' here doesn't mean that," Zuo Shanshan corrected.

A Western-style nude painting showed a man and woman lying down. The woman was voluptuous and full-figured, the man strong and powerful. Upon closer inspection, both had Eastern faces, but the woman's face resembled that of the imperial concubine in the hall

. Beside her was a line of small characters: "I pity the lonely grass growing by the stream, above which orioles dot the red. Spring tides bring rain, rushing in the evening, at the deserted ferry, the oars lie adrift." "Dad, is this poem wrong?" Shanshan turned to her father, teasingly asking.

"No, look again."

Zuo Shanshan blushed. Having been married before, she immediately understood the meaning after her father's explanation. A tuft of pubic hair between the woman's legs was clearly visible, and her two snow-white breasts were adorned with bright red nipples; they had just made love, and after the passion subsided, the man's penis lay askew.

"How vulgar!" She stuck out her tongue, yet found it strangely amusing.

"Did you notice anything?" Minister Zuo asked deliberately, his gaze lingering on the man and woman's faces.

"Isn't it just like me?" Shan Shan's eyes showed a hint of reproach.

"Anything else?" Following her father's gaze, Zuo Shan Shan noticed the man's sharply defined face, with exaggeratedly thick eyebrows and a high nose. Upon closer inspection, she was startled and glanced sideways at her father. "Dad, how could it be you?"

"Is it not allowed? Look at this one," Minister Zuo retorted, turning away to avoid his daughter's gaze.

At the foot of the bed was a Chinese-style painting, ancient and elegant, depicting a lotus pond in full bloom, with several long gourds hanging from a wooden pavilion. The style seemed somewhat out of place with the one above the bed. Zuo Shan Shan looked left and right, puzzled, and looked at her father with a questioning expression.

Minister Zuo, supporting his daughter's shoulder, said, "This is a clever couplet by Su Shi and his sister Su Xiaomei. Legend has it that someone gave Su Dongpo the first line of a couplet: 'The loofah on the trellis looks just like a penis.' Su Dongpo couldn't answer it right away, so he went home to ask his sister. Su Xiaomei smiled and pointed to the lotus pond outside the window, saying: 'The lotus flowers in the pond are just like vaginas.'"

"Really...that person is really something." Zuo Shanshan gave her father a shy, flirtatious look.

"Isn't the couplet good?" Minister Zuo asked, pulling his daughter close to his chest.

"It's good," Zuo Shanshan thought carefully. There were so many eccentric geniuses in this world. This couplet perfectly captured the clever metaphor of the time, both elegant and relevant. "But it's too vulgar. How could these siblings come up with such a couplet?"

"You're a university graduate, after all. As the ancients said, 'Food and sex are human nature.' Su Dongpo was a free spirit throughout his life, naturally unconventional in his relationships with women. Besides, there's always been the saying 'literati and poets,' and many literati are known for their eccentricities. Even the pen cap and pen holder have clever couplets!"

"What clever couplets?" Zuo Shanshan answered casually as her father twisted the ancient text. She no longer felt disgusted by these things; in fact, she was quite interested.

"Pen cap: The sun goes in, the ink flows down; Pen holder: When it's frivolous, its legs are upside down."

"Dad, you're such a bad dad, a lecherous dad. I'm ignoring you!" Zuo Shanshan shook her shoulders, broke free, and walked out of the bedroom. She hadn't expected her father to buy a villa here that exhibited ancient erotic culture, and, moreover, it was connected to her? This was clearly a lewd fantasy about her daughter. Did her father really have feelings for her?

Thinking of the painting by her bedside, her heart pounded. The man's genitals were enormous; the word "oar" was the perfect description. The marks of their lovemaking were clearly visible, though "a deserted ferry crossing" wasn't quite right. It should be changed to "after the ferry crossing, the oar lies idle." After their lovemaking, the man was tired and the woman languid, naturally no longer craving each other's bodies, and the oar was left unattended.

But when she thought of the man and woman's faces, her heart raced. The woman who resembled her gaze tenderly at the man's body, revealing a look of unfulfilled desire; the man who resembled her father had a satisfied, contented expression. Did her father want her to come here so that she could understand his innermost feelings through this painting?

"Spring tides bring rain, rushing in the evening"—was this a reflection of her father?

She gazed out the window, where a sea of fiery maple leaves rustled in the autumn wind, like flames burning brightly. The distant mountains, indistinct and shadowy, formed a barrier, separating this secluded paradise from the world.

"Hello, what is it?" Her father, feeling ignored, was unsure how to explain to his daughter when his phone rang.

"Diaoyu Islands?" The caller was urgently reporting, and her father sounded impatient. "Damn those Japanese! What did the Central Military Commission say? 'Wait and see'? Again, 'wait and see'? They're such cowards!" He slammed down the phone angrily and strode out.

Zuo Shanshan felt her father standing behind her. She sighed softly, still gazing at the flickering flames outside.

"Still angry?" Seeing his daughter remain still, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Zuo Shanshan didn't want to embarrass her father further; in fact, all of this was a secret she had wanted to know for years.

"Is something wrong?" The two stood one behind the other, Minister Zuo looking like a child.

"The Central Military Commission office called, saying that fishermen from the Fujian coast and Taiwan spontaneously formed a civilian movement to protect the Diaoyu Islands, but were driven out by the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, and several people were even injured. The Central Committee hasn't given any instructions on this, and they even said to wait and see, what a cowardly policy!" He vented his anger to his daughter.

"Are all the injured safely brought back?" Zuo Shanshan was concerned about the safety of the patriots. These patriots were truly courageous. If China had more patriotic men, why would it be afraid of being bullied?

"That's not a problem, but Dad just can't swallow this insult. Didn't Mao's era, with millet and rifles, still defeat the American mechanics?" What her father said was indeed true, but in this peaceful era, the Central Committee was still considering the multifaceted chain reactions and political impact. This was the difference between soldiers and politicians, Zuo Shanshan thought. Her father's military character was formed during the war-torn years and was fixed in his mind. He was decisive and straightforward in everything he did, never considering the consequences.

"The Central Committee has its own considerations," Zuo Shanshan blurted out.

"Heh, you're lecturing me now, little girl." A phone call instantly dissolved the estrangement between father and daughter.

Zuo Shanshan turned around, looking at her father's tall and handsome figure, and stroked his broad chest, a strange feeling welling up inside her. "Dad, do you really think that way?"

"What do I think?" This simple and straightforward soldier was still immersed in the Diaoyu Islands movement and was taken aback by his daughter's question.

"Bad dad." She scolded shyly, "Aren't you afraid that Mom will see those paintings?"

"Oh." Minister Zuo suddenly realized, "How would your mother know?" He implied that this secluded place was a secret from everyone unless he deliberately let her know, just like he told his daughter.

"You, how many places like this do you have?" She looked up at her father and asked.

"Shanshan, don't ask. Dad isn't a womanizer, not as bad as you think."

"Then, do you still love Mom?" For some reason, Zuo Shanshan asked this question at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Minister Zuo said solemnly, “Shanshan, whether people love each other or not doesn’t affect marriage. Your mother and I were married during the war, but your father spent his life in the military, wandering and drifting. In recent years, his life has become stable, but his emotions have become empty. Sometimes, things inevitably happen, which is not unreasonable. I just wanted to find a woman to talk to and confide in. But besides knowing how to take care of people, your mother… well, how should I put it? She’s really just a maid.”

“Then what about that woman who came in the summer?” In the first month after Zuo Shanshan’s divorce, someone came to claim ancestry, which strained the whole family, especially her mother, who seemed particularly depressed and uneasy.

“You mean Xiao Mei? That might have been a one-night stand your father had during the war.”

“Dad, you had one-night stands back then?” Zuo Shanshan teased.

"What one-night stand? Soldiers are always homeless and don't know their fate, so most of them only care about the present and enjoy life to the fullest. They have plenty of masculinity but lack the tenderness for women, so they're like cats to fish when they see a woman. Coupled with a pessimistic outlook, rapes happen frequently. That Xiao Mei incident probably happened during the Huaihai Campaign, after Dad entered enemy-occupied territory, when he forced his way into a civilian's house."

"You..."

"It was probably semi-rape." He spoke bluntly, not hiding anything from his daughter.

"Dad," Zuo Shanshan hesitated, looking at her father's questioning eyes, and praised him softly, "You're really amazing! You gave birth to a sister in just one time." She blushed as she said this.

"Silly girl," Minister Zuo pulled his daughter into his arms, buried his head in her hair, and smelled the unique feminine scent emanating from her. "If Dad could have a baby every time, he'd probably have a reinforced company by now."

"Dad, you have many more romantic escapades," Zuo Shanshan said with longing.

"A romantic history? That doesn't count. Unlike you guys dating now, all that romance and sweet nothings, back then it was just a release of desire. During wartime, there was no room for sentimentality or morality. Even with strict military discipline, there was no choice but to turn a blind eye. Women may have committed crimes, but compared to soldiers risking their lives on the battlefield, it was nothing."

"That's too barbaric, Dad." She wrapped her arms around her father's neck, her eyes blinking. "Were you like a bull back then?"

Minister Zuo had already placed his hand on his daughter's face, stroking her beautiful features. “Yes, oxen are good at plowing fields. Back then, besides being a brave warrior in battle, Dad had so much energy he had nowhere to put it. He was like an ox all the time, even now…”

“So you went around looking for women.”

“It was forced by the war. During the Long March, people were starving, skin and bones. Planes were bombing overhead, pursuers were chasing on the ground, the Red Army was climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, plus the harassment from those misunderstood ethnic minorities, they were already at their wits' end. In desperate situations, sometimes in order to preserve strength and prevent leaks, the Red Army would take special measures against a few villages that put up a last stand. That was to mow them down with machine guns.”

“That cruel?” Zuo Shanshan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t the Red Army supposed to be the most disciplined?”

“War is cruel. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. These misled ethnic minorities were especially unruly, and there was no time to do ideological work. As soon as you left, they would immediately inform the enemy, and then we would be surrounded on all sides. Once the news leaked, the whole army would be wiped out.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Zuo Shanshan understood and nodded sympathetically.

“But this also happens,” Minister Zuo said mysteriously to his daughter. “In some units, before the firing, men and women are deliberately separated. The officers know what will happen, but in the harsh conditions, they don’t know if they’ll survive tomorrow after a battle. They figure a woman won’t cause any major problems, so they often tacitly allow it. After the men are fired, the soldiers start raping and gang-raping the women. Some of the more cunning soldiers pick out the prettiest ones and give them to the officers.”

“Dad, you were a battalion commander then, weren’t you?” Zuo Shanshan had heard many stories from her father.

“Yes, so Dad was involved in embezzlement and bribery. Damn it, there are always people licking your boots.” Minister Zuo laughed heartily.

“You just enjoyed it without a care?”

“Why not? In those days, you couldn’t tell the difference between humans and ghosts. Besides,” he turned his daughter’s head to look into her eyes, “Dad is reliable.”

“You bad boy.” She punched her father hard.

“Once, Dad got two, hehe.” He smiled wickedly.

"Two?"

"Yes, I was just holding them in my arms, about to kiss them, when someone knocked on the door again."

"You already..."

"So, are they still whole?"

"Dad, you...you're really strong." Zuo Shanshan covered her mouth and laughed.

"Dad's a bull, I can sleep with two women in one night." He couldn't help but boast to his daughter.

"You rascal." Zuo Shanshan laughed and scolded.

"Your virility hasn't diminished. Want to try?" He said lewdly, looking at his daughter challengingly.

"You're so naughty, even having bad thoughts about your daughter." With her father's arm around her, Zuo Shanshan stepped on her father's foot.

"Ouch," Minister Zuo cried out in pain, lifting his foot and rubbing it as he said, "Are you jealous?"

"No way, hmph!" Zuo Shanshan deliberately turned her face away from him. "Serves you right! Who told you to be so mean?"

Minister Zuo followed her and hugged his daughter. "Little brat, what are you jealous about? Where were you then? If it had been earlier, you might have been left on the grass by your father."

"You, you..." Zuo Shanshan rolled her eyes in anger. "Hmph!"

"Don't be angry, my little darling," Minister Zuo said, wrapping his arms around his daughter's waist and lovingly inhaling her sweet fragrance. He felt a surge of tenderness.

"Who wants to be angry with you? You're a complete scoundrel!" she cursed her father fiercely, venting her dissatisfaction. Minister Zuo, feigning grievance at his daughter's spoiled behavior, said, "Shanshan, if you had been born twenty years earlier, I would have been completely bewitched by you, saving those women from suffering."

"Pah, pah. It's a good thing I wasn't born earlier, otherwise you would have..." She paused, realizing she hadn't been born earlier. It was all because of this scoundrel of a father.

Minister Zuo waited for his daughter's next words, and when she fell silent, he knew she had realized something. He took her hands in his, gently rubbing them. "Are you afraid I'll rape you? Do you know how women in the 60s and 70s were vying to offer themselves to you?" "

I wouldn't offer myself to you," Zuo Shanshan said irritably.

"Then offer yourself to Zirong."

"Tch!" her daughter said disdainfully. “Zirong is better than you.”

“Little girl, I know Zirong is a playboy, a master at picking up women, even better than your father. Is it because my daughter is attracted to his womanizing skills?” He buried his face in his daughter’s neck. “I’m afraid my precious daughter can’t withstand his ravaging. Don’t come looking for your father then.” He looked at his daughter without speaking. “Your father is no less than him. Shanshan, tell me honestly, have you and Zirong ever been intimate?”

“Yes, I did. I gave myself to him when I was in school, so that no one else would covet it.”

“Really?” Minister Zuo said sourly. “Heh, is it just wishful thinking?”

“Your daughter isn’t that bad, is she?” Zuo Shanshan retorted.

“I know the student will surpass the master, and my daughter won’t be much different. Shanshan, your father is even more courageous. My two proudest achievements are: one is galloping across the battlefield with the courage of ten thousand men; the other is indulging in the company of women, having the feat of sleeping with five women in one night.”

“Or you could have three palaces and six courtyards, with palaces everywhere.” He said to his daughter with a hint of jealousy, his voice almost breaking.

Minister Zuo realized he had let slip that he had aroused his daughter’s boundless jealousy. Just as he was regretting it, he saw a ripple in the fiery red outside, followed by a rustling sound of wind coming from the window. The wind had picked up.

The father and daughter shifted their positions, and Minister Zuo took the opportunity to flatter his daughter, “Dad was just indulging in a moment of pleasure. That was during the war years. Since we got this house, Dad has lost that kind of interest.” This was clearly telling his daughter that he had put all his attention on her.

“When did you start having this idea?” His daughter didn’t dwell on her father’s past licentious behavior; she cared more about his present.

“From the day you got divorced,” he said, his voice brimming with deep affection. “Shanshan, Dad knew you would come back. Dad thought that as long as you didn’t remarry, Dad would support you.”

Zuo Shanshan said, moved. “Dad, why didn’t you tell your daughter sooner?” She began to stroke her father’s face.

“You’re my daughter, how could I dare? Shanshan, if you truly love Zirong, Dad won’t stop you.” Under his daughter’s caresses, Minister Zuo’s head slid down, his face brushing against hers. “Dad wouldn’t dare waste your youth.”

Zuo Shanshan felt the flow of her father’s loving gaze on his face. She whispered in her father’s ear, “Dad, let me tell you, I never had any contact with Zirong when I was in school.”

“Really?”

“Silly girl, I want to live in this palace.” His daughter said firmly.

“You won’t regret it? Dad is getting old.”

“Didn’t you sleep with five women a night? I only have one body.” Zuo Shanshan said coquettishly.

“But Zirong is still young, I’m afraid I can’t compete with him. Besides…” Minister Zuo stopped there.

“Tell me.” Zuo Shanshan said sweetly.

“That day, when Zi Rong came, I saw that his thing was bigger than mine,” he said, looking at his daughter’s face.

“Are you choosing a husband for your daughter? Bigger doesn’t necessarily mean better. Dad, you’re old but still vigorous, old body but still a weapon.”

“My daughter understands me best. I am a weapon, whether on horseback or on foot, I can take down Mu Guiying; I am strong and bold, charging back and forth, my vigor still intact. Daughter, my weapon is still strong, do you like my weapon?”

“Yes, Dad.” The two stood by the window, looking like a loving couple.

Minister Zuo sighed deeply. Their eyes met, their affections intertwined. Minister Zuo lowered his head and kissed his daughter’s cherry lips. They stood there kissing for a long time. After shifting their positions, Zuo Shanshan let out a soft moan. She didn’t know when, but the front of her dress had been undone. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, accidentally knocking over a pair of pen holders on the windowsill. Suddenly, her face flushed red. Minister Zuo stared blankly at the blush spreading across his daughter’s cheeks.

“Bad daddy, why are you putting this kind of thing here?”

Minister Zuo suddenly realized. “What, is it wet too?” He understood why his daughter was blushing.

“You’re bad!” his daughter said coquettishly. “Really.”

“Haha, sure enough, the ink is flowing. Dad hasn’t…”

“No, no…” his daughter tried to run away shyly, but Minister Zuo grabbed her. “Get wild, legs in the air.” He passionately pressed his hands on his daughter’s chest. “It really is flowing?” “Dad, go wash up, let your daughter serve you this once.” Zuo Shanshan squeezed her legs together; she knew that her father’s teasing had really made her like a pen cap.

“No, you haven’t agreed to me yet.” Minister Zuo put her in a difficult position.

“Can we talk about that kind of thing later?” His daughter was gentle as water, exactly what the general wanted. "Daughter is just worried about affecting your reputation and prestige."

"Reputation and prestige? Those are all meaningless things. Shanshan, do you want to test Daddy's precious weapon first?"

"You're so naughty."

"Then Daddy will shower with you."

"No." Zuo Shanshan, all sweet and clingy, was picked up by the general and carried into the bathroom with a fierce, tiger-like air.

The wind picked up, and a sandstorm swept in from Beijing, instantly darkening the sky.

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