[If Heaven Has Feelings] (Chapter 98)

Chapter Ninety-Eight
"Mmm..."
With a soft, trembling moan, the slender, fair body beneath me trembled violently . Her
flat, snow-white abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, contracted and expanded rapidly several times, accompanied by an
increasingly strong suction from her honeyed flower path, gripping my massive penis tightly.
But I was unwilling to be controlled, and I swayed my hips up and down with even more vigor. My thick, arm-like penis relentlessly
pounded into the center of her petals like a steel rod, showing no mercy to the young girl beneath me who had just been deflowered.
The frenzied and rapid thrusting movements overwhelmed the girl, and her smooth, flowing black hair cascaded onto the white sheets
, making her perfectly proportioned, fair body appear even more translucent.
This young girl was exceptionally beautiful, both in figure and appearance. Her long,
straight, jade-like legs were particularly dazzling. The only slight flaw was that she was a little thin. Her fair, clear skin still held
a touch of childishness. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her pink lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, her face displaying an
expression of pleading and joy.
A pair of plump, slender, white hands reached out from under my armpits. These arms, though
long and shapely like white jade, possessed a full, smooth skin that clearly had the texture of a mature woman. Her long, jade-like fingers were painted with
a water-red nail polish, further exuding an intense, irresistible femininity that involuntarily evoked sexual
allure.
These alluring jade hands moved up and down my chest, their movements unhurried and unhurried, slowly
caressing my upper body. She seemed intimately familiar with my firm, muscular chest and six-pack abs
; her slender, white fingers gently scratched my pubic hair, the ticklish sensation possessing a unique charm.
At the same time, two soft, elastic mounds pressed against my back, their amazing smoothness
and size causing them to move in circles. I felt two cherry-sized hard objects rubbing against my skin, those
two cherries, glistening with moisture, sliding back and forth on my skin,
sending shivers down my spine as if an electric current was being conducted from within.
I knew, of course, who the woman behind me was, but I had no time to care about her at the moment. I could only grip the girl's
long legs tightly and thrust desperately into the depths of her flower core, making her already repeatedly climaxed honey hole splash with water
. Just as I was about to reach my climax, those plump, white hands grasped my nipples perfectly.
Two smooth fingertips painted with water-red nail polish skillfully twisted them, and a deep, bone-chilling tingling
sensation quickly spread throughout my body, making me unable to help but roar loudly.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Along with my roar, the girl beneath me also raised her voice and groaned. Then I felt a strong force throw
me over, and my body fell backward onto the soft sheets. Four plump and slender arms immediately
surrounded me from both sides, and two fragrant, hot bodies pressed against me from both sides, wrapping around me tightly like octopuses
. I instantly fell into the warm and fragrant embrace of her.
Before I could react, the pale, jade-like body that had been lying beneath me stood up.
With a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, her movements became incredibly agile. Her previous pitiful fragility was completely gone, making
one wonder if she had taken some kind of drug. She mounted me like a seasoned female knight,
her tight, suction-like body gripping my still-erect penis. Her plump, white buttocks rose and fell greedily
, swallowing my thick, long shaft. She was nothing like a virgin; her eagerness was
almost overwhelming.
Yet her body still possessed the delicate, slender quality of a young girl, except that her breasts had grown
several times larger, like two plump, white jade melons hanging in front of her. With each rise and fall of her body,
layers of white, smooth waves of milk rippled. Her long, slender, daffodil-like hands constantly caressed and kneaded her
breasts; her long, pointed, white, translucent oval fingers, like jade petals
floating on the white melons, were exquisitely crafted.
I felt my body become incredibly sensitive, my senses extending further than ever before. I could clearly feel
the exquisite pleasure emanating from the bodies of the two women on either side of me. Even though I couldn't see their faces, I was certain they
were both exceptionally beautiful. My penis was completely consumed by that honeyed orifice; it was as if a living
being was constantly biting and licking me, as if trying to crush and swallow me piece by piece.
I couldn't see the woman's face clearly because her long, flowing hair, as smooth as clouds, cascaded down her back,
swaying like fine silk across her chest. A few
strands of highlighted hair were interspersed among the large, black, wavy curls—some a mature, sophisticated chestnut brown, others a vibrant, glossy burgundy. These contrasting colors
blended together, creating a unique and alluring charm, yet they undeniably obscured my vision.
I tried to reach out and brush her hair aside, but before my fingers even touched it, the frequency of her movements
increased dramatically. Her cloud-like waves surged and cascaded like ocean waves, or
unfurled like a lioness's mane in the wind. Strands of hair brushed against my face, tingling and itchy, filled with
a captivating fragrance that made my nose twitch, and I couldn't help but sneeze.
The airflow from the sneeze actually lifted the woman's long hair, finally revealing her beautiful face.
But what I saw startled me.
"Hehe, you lazy pig's awake!"
A clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's, rang in my ears. I opened my eyes, shook my head, and
confirmed that the radiant young woman before me wasn't a dream.
Yang Naijin was lying on her side, looking at me. Her smooth, long hair was spread across the pillow, a strand of which she was
holding in her hand. It was that very strand that had brushed against my nose, causing me to sneeze.
The owner of the strand wore a mischievous expression.
The slightly slipped blanket revealed her collarbone and above, suggesting that Yang Naijin's slender, fair upper body
was completely naked. Although she had just woken up, my sharp eyesight still allowed me to see...
Several pale pink hickeys marked the side of her slender neck, mirroring the rosy blush on her delicate face—my
handiwork from last night.
"Good morning, baby," I said gently, flashing a captivating smile.
"Good morning," Yang Naijin replied, indeed mesmerized by my smile. Her eyes were half-closed, and she
nestled naturally in my arms, looking like a pet that had found its owner, her expression endearing.
"When did you wake up?" I asked, leaning in to kiss her delicate forehead.
"I've been awake for a while. You were sleeping so soundly, even talking in your sleep," Yang Naijin
said softly, her face slightly flushed, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
"Talking in your sleep? What did I say?" I exclaimed, startled. Though
she spoke without thinking, Yang Naijin's seemingly ordinary remark made me tense,
fearing I might have said something inappropriate in my sleep.
"You're mumbling, I can't hear what you're saying," Yang Naijin said, pouting.
Her answer relieved me, but I still glanced at her a few more times, still a little worried. Everything seemed
normal; the girl wasn't good at pretending, and I was pretty sure I hadn't given myself away.
"But even in your sleep, you're restless, that thing..." Yang Naijin wrinkled her nose, as
if she'd mentioned something disgusting.
Following her gaze, I saw a large bulge under the thin blanket covering us, right between
my legs. Needless to say, my penis was erect.
I wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, I moved closer to Yang Naijin and whispered, "Jin'er,
you're getting naughtier and naughtier. Did you want my thing first thing this morning?"
My erect penis pressed against her smooth, flat skin. Although Yang Naijin was
no longer a virgin, she was still very shy. With my hot, hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, it felt like touching
a red-hot iron. She reflexively jumped back and scolded, "You stinky Gao Yan, you're just bullying
people. Who wanted your... ugly and bad thing, ptooey."
She became more and more embarrassed as she spoke, quickly lowering her head to avoid my gaze, but her shy appearance had a unique charm.
"Hehe, what's bad about it? Didn't I make you very happy last night?" I said shamelessly, but my words
continued to be lewd.
"Go away, who's happy? It still hurts down there," Yang Naijin said irritably, while
playfully punching my chest a few times with her small fists.
Although the punches weren't hard, I deliberately pretended to be hurt, even letting out
a fake groan. Unexpectedly, the little girl actually thought I was hurt and asked me with some concern. I
took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and shower her with kisses, making her giggle again.
We rolled around on the big bed like two children, tickling and scratching each other.
Although Yang Naijin was thin, she was very agile, wriggling in and out of my arms like an eel. It took me
quite a bit of effort to find an opportunity to grab her around the waist and push her down onto the bed.
After playing for a while, everyone was a little out of breath, and Yang Naijin's breathing was especially rapid. However, her expression
was a bit strange; her fair and delicate face was flushed with a charming blush, and her large, watery eyes were looking at me.
It was then that I realized my magnificent member was somehow positioned between her legs, the large,
engorged glans already touching her soft, warm petals.
"Baby..." I whispered, gazing intently into Yang Naijin's beautiful eyes, and kissed her lips
.
The girl responded passionately, extending her delicate tongue, shyly but obediently entwining it with mine
, licking and teasing each other's lips and tongues, exchanging saliva. Our kiss was long and sweet.
As I reached out to caress and tease her breasts, I
was about to thrust my member forward further when Yang Naijin stopped me with her hand.
"Brother, please don't..." Yang Naijin turned her head away from my lips, pleading like a little lamb
, "This isn't a good time, I'm afraid Mom's already up, and I'll be so embarrassed."
Yang Naijin looked so pitiful that even the hardest-hearted person would be moved. Of course, I
wouldn't go against her wishes, so I withdrew my "weapon" from the battlefield and let it swell naturally.
"Brother, you're so good, I love you so much." My actions warmed Yang Naijin's heart, and she happily
kissed me deeply on the cheek.
I was about to reach out to hug her when she jumped off the bed. Seeing my puzzled look,
she chuckled, "Get up quickly, I need to clean the sheets."
I suddenly realized that the once clean and tidy sheets were now wrinkled and
stained with our lovemaking, along with large patches of shocking blood.
I reached out and lifted the sheet, bringing the bloodstain to my lips to kiss it. I whispered, "This is
incredibly precious to me. I want to keep it forever."
My gaze and actions deeply moved Yang Naijin. Her eyes welled up with tears, as if she were about to cry.
I pulled her into my arms, and we held each other tightly for a long time before reluctantly parting.
"Okay, you should go now. Mom might get up at any moment," Yang Naijin said. Although she was very attached to me,
her mother's upright and strict image was deeply ingrained in her mind, so she urged me to get dressed and
leave quickly.
When I finally stepped outside, dressed, the hall was as quiet and deserted as it had been the night before, as if the
noisy city was shut out by walls.
It was almost 10 o'clock, but there was no sign of Meiyu getting up. She was clearly
exhausted from the night before, which made things easier for us. Yang Naijin busied herself taking the sheets and blankets stained with her virginity to
wash, but I didn't leave immediately. Instead, I went to the kitchen to get busy.
The kitchen in this villa was spacious enough, and although the appliances were quite complete, most of them were from the last century
. The double-door Sanyo refrigerator had a decent selection of food, but judging from the dates on the labels, it was quite old.
Mother and daughter don't usually cook at home much.
I first put barley, red dates, and purple rice into the rice cooker, then opened two cans of Heinz brand
stewed beans to heat them. Next, I took out eggs, sugar, and flour, chopped bacon and scallions, and then heated the oil in a pan to fry
them. In less than ten minutes, several golden-brown bacon and egg pancakes were on a plate.
At the same time, the stewed beans with tomato sauce were also served, their aroma filling the air. I also sliced a plate of fresh cucumbers, and
a fusion breakfast of Chinese and Western dishes was successfully prepared.
After I had set out the breakfast for three, I heard the crisp sound of high heels on the wooden steps from the second floor.
I looked up and saw Mei Yu coming down from upstairs.
She wore a kimono-like nightgown, the smooth, non-reflective black silk fabric a
characteristic of high-quality silk. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with plain white stripes, and a wide, plain white belt cinched her slender waist
, making her already tall and graceful figure appear even more delicate. Because the nightgown reached her ankles
, only her slender, white arches were visible, nestled in black lambskin slippers with 5-centimeter heels.
She had clearly just bathed; her smooth, chestnut-brown hair was simply tied in a bun, and her bare face,
devoid of any makeup, was elegant and refined. Combined with her noble and dignified expression,
she looked every bit the noblewoman, showing no trace of the soft moans and gasps she had displayed beneath me the previous night. However, although it wasn't a deliberate placement
, there was a languid, almost listless air about her at that moment, making every movement and
smile exude femininity, inevitably reminding one of our past romantic escapades.
"Good morning, Mei," I greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning…" A hint of surprise flashed in Mei's eyes; she had only just noticed my presence.
She seemed somewhat uncomfortable with my addressing her as an equal.
"You're here so early?" Mei asked, turning her head to look around, seemingly searching for her daughter
.
I gave a noncommittal reply, reaching out to pull out a chair for her and gently helping her sit down.
"I thought you must have been tired last night, so I specially prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you." Through the fabric of her robe
, I could feel her smooth, delicate skin beneath, yet my words carried a slightly ambiguous tenderness.
"Don't talk nonsense, be careful someone hears you."
As I expected, Mei Yuyu's face immediately flushed slightly. Although she retorted verbally, she didn't resist my
hands on her shoulders.
I was eager to make a move when I heard another set of footsteps coming from the back door. Looking in the direction of
the sound, I saw that Yang Naijin had returned. She had changed into a pink tracksuit, and her long black hair
was tied in a ponytail, looking youthful and energetic. However, her steps were not as
light as usual, as if she were walking on sharp knives, each step touching a wound. Her brows were slightly furrowed, making her look
somewhat unnatural.
"Mom, Gao Yan, good morning." Yang Naijin greeted them warmly, but her tone was
somewhat unnatural, as if she was hiding something.
"Good morning, Jin'er, come and eat." I responded cooperatively, helping her
sit down next to Mei Yuyu.
Since her daughter's arrival, Mei Yu had been observing us with her calm, phoenix-like eyes
. She took in our every move, but remained indifferent, her expression revealing nothing of her thoughts.
When Yang Naijin approached, I quickly removed my hand from Mei Yu's shoulder, so Yang Naijin was completely
unaware of the subtle intimacy between me and her mother. However, I wasn't idle either. I opened the rice
cooker lid and ladled the fragrant barley and red date porridge into white porcelain bowls, placing them in front of the mother and daughter.
"Wow, it smells so good! Gao Yan, your cooking is really excellent!" Yang Naijin exclaimed happily, clapping her hands
. This time, her praise was genuine.
"Eat more if you like it. This porridge is very good for women." I didn't say this specifically to either of them,
but the two women present interpreted it from their own perspective. Judging from their beaming faces
, my actions had been effective.
Perhaps it was because my breakfast was genuinely delicious, or perhaps the mother and daughter hadn't had a proper family breakfast in a long time, but
they both ate the seemingly ordinary food with great relish. While eating, Yang Naijin asked if I had
attended a culinary school, and I naturally told her that I had learned it from Bai Liyuan.
The conversation at the table was mainly between the two of us; Mei Yu was much more reserved in comparison. She only occasionally chimed in
, mostly slowly sipping her porridge. She barely
touched the crispy fried bacon and egg pancakes, but ate quite a bit of stewed beans and cucumber slices. Yang Naijin's appetite was similar to her mother's; both of them said they
were full after finishing a bowl of porridge, and I cleaned up the rest myself.
After breakfast, perhaps to avoid her mother's gaze, Yang Naijin diligently offered to wash
the dishes, quickly picking up the plates from the table and walking somewhat awkwardly into the kitchen.
As I watched Yang Naijin disappear from sight, I was about to say goodbye when Mei Yu spoke first.
"Gao Yan, come with me for a moment, I have some questions for you."
She finished speaking and stood up, walking gracefully away. I quickly followed, admiring her beautiful back
as we entered a room on the ground floor that resembled a study.
After closing the study door, Mei Yu sat down elegantly in a wicker chair. Her two slender, smooth
legs, like white lotus roots, peeked out from the gaps in her silk nightgown. I felt a surge of desire and took a few steps forward, reaching out
as if to brush my hand against her shoulder.
"Gao Yan, please sit down." Mei Yu didn't make any movement; she simply raised her head, her phoenix eyes
sweeping over me with a clear, calm gaze, as if an unknown force was pressing in. I had no
choice but to stop what I was doing.
After obediently sitting down opposite her, I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me with a suspicious glint in my eyes, while pondering in my heart
what Mei Yu wanted to say when she called me in. Could it be that she found out about Yang Naijin's affair? How would she view
my affair with her daughter? For some reason, I felt uneasy.
Mei Yu, however, was more composed than I was. Although her slender, fair legs were openly displayed before me,
I suddenly lost any desire to lewdly play with them. She leaned against a desk piled high with documents, her long, slender,
white right hand, like a daffodil petal, gently tapping the surface with two knuckles in a unique rhythm.
The tapping, though not loud, was crisp and clear, each tap seeming to strike my heart,
gradually calming my chaotic emotions. I began to slowly accept this way of interacting with Mei Yu and carefully admired
her long, delicate, swan-like neck.
The tapping finally stopped, and Mei Yu spoke.
"What do you intend to do with Lü Jiang's son?"
Mei Yu's question surprised me; I never expected her to ask this. However, being able to temporarily avoid
the topic of Yang Naijin was a relief.
"He must receive the punishment he deserves," I thought for a moment, then said firmly and coldly.
Mei Yu raised her phoenix eyes and looked at me carefully. She nodded noncommittally and said, "If you do this
, it's tantamount to me unilaterally breaking my deal with Lü Jiang. How can we prevent him from retaliating against the outsider?"
From the moment Mei Yu spoke, I understood her demands. After a moment's thought, I said, "First,
my actions will leave absolutely no trace, and Lü Jiang won't be able to connect this to you. Second, Lü Jiang will soon be
too busy to defend himself and won't be able to retaliate."
I was very confident about the first point, not only because of my exceptional skills, but also because I
had many resources in Yanjing that I could utilize, and I was confident that I could do it flawlessly. However, the second point was my own guess.
Although it was a bit bold, based on Cao Yamin's retelling and Secretary You's
analysis of the current situation, I was pretty much right.
Mei Yu, whether convinced by my judgment or moved by my persistence, looked me over carefully again
and nodded in agreement.
Before I could even catch my breath, Mei Yu continued, "So, after this is over, what are
your plans? Have you thought about it?"
Mei Yu's question hit me right where it hurt. Although I had been avoiding this question before, now there was no
escaping it. My love triangle with three stunning beauties ultimately needed a resolution. But no
matter what, I didn't want to hurt any of them, nor did I want to give them up. Whether it was Mei Yu
or Yang Naijin, they were both beautiful things I wanted to have. I couldn't bear to see them escape from me or
fall into someone else's arms.
I cleared my throat and voiced the thoughts that had been swirling in my mind lately.
"After this is over, my mother and I will leave this country and go to a
place that can accommodate us and won't interfere with our private lives. Jin'er can go with us under the guise of studying abroad, and we can form a big
family."
I hesitated for a moment, clenched my fist, and then added with renewed determination, "Of course, that includes you too
..."
Although I didn't finish my sentence, Mei Yu clearly understood the meaning. She turned her head away from my
burning gaze, looking behind me, and sighed softly, "I'm a married woman.
What am I to you?"
Mei Yu's sigh seemed to carry endless sorrow, along with some resentment and helplessness, making me immediately
want to pull her into my arms, expressing my infatuation and devotion. But just as I made that slight movement, she waved
her hand to stop me.
"Alright, I don't want to talk about this now. You should finish your other things first."
Although the topic ended there, I wasn't as melancholy as before. While Mei Yu hadn't
given me a clear answer, she hadn't completely ruled me out either, so it seemed I still had a chance.
Seeing the weariness on Mei Yu's face, I tactfully stood up to leave. As I reached the door, Mei
Yu suddenly spoke again.
"Gao Yan, Jin'er is my only child. You must treat her well." Her tone was very serious
. Although I couldn't see her expression clearly because she was turned to the side, it was easy to understand from her words that Mei Yu had definitely seen
through my behavior last night. However, she wasn't angry or reprimanded me, which meant she tacitly approved of our union
.
Although Mei Yu's attitude was still so unpredictable, I felt reassured. My initial
anxiety eased considerably, so I didn't try to hide it anymore. I nodded solemnly, bowed to her
, and then turned and left.
Before closing the door, I glanced at her one last time. Mei Yu remained seated in the same position, her gaze seemingly fixed on
something, yet also seemingly oblivious to it, though the rhythmic tapping of her jade-like hand on the table never ceased.
Over the next few days, I shuttled between the Shangri-La Hotel and the retirement home. Bai Liyuan
accompanied me several times during this period. She and Mei Yu, these two close friends, had rekindled their contact. Although they seemed
as affectionate as ever, neither mentioned the incident in Huaihai City, as if their
entanglement with me was a taboo subject, carefully avoided by both.
Meanwhile, Yang Naijin and I had reconciled, our relationship incredibly sweet and inseparable. If it weren't for our mothers,
the young woman would have wanted to be with me day and night. While I enjoyed it, being with them
inevitably meant enduring the unpredictable, sometimes warm, sometimes cold, glances from these two stunningly beautiful women. But
what did this sweet burden matter to a man?
Of course, I wasn't idle either; everything was being arranged methodically. As time progressed, Lü Tian
's case was concluded, and he would soon be transferred to a juvenile detention center. I had to act
before he went to prison, but I still had to wait for someone.
The largest private room in the Shangri-La Hotel's Chinese restaurant was brightly lit, with bright yellow wallpaper featuring dragon patterns framing pear
wood tables and chairs. The neat, gilded porcelain was all imported from England. The tall waitress had a
square face typical of northern Chinese women, and while she spoke politely, she was very friendly. When she respectfully placed the brewed West Lake Longjing tea on the table,
she didn't forget to give me a meaningful wink, but unfortunately, I didn't even glance at her.
However, when she placed the second teacup opposite me, her movements were still as standard and precise as ever,
but her face reverted to a programmed smile, and her eyes, of course, lacked any spark. Yet, Tieguai Li's gaze
lingered on her slender waist for a long time, even after the waitress turned and left, he still stared at her ample
buttocks encased in her short skirt.
Tieguai Li had only arrived at noon today, and being his first time flying, he had made quite a few mistakes, almost causing a flight
delay. Upon arriving in Yanjing, he was still confused, so I drove to pick him up and settled him in an
inconspicuous hotel in the eastern part of the city before taking him to our hotel.
Tonight's dinner was Bai Liyuan's idea. After learning how Tieguai Li had helped me, she had been wanting to
find an opportunity to thank him. Since she had summoned him to Yanjing for a mission, she decided to host this dinner
. Now we were sitting in the private room we had booked, waiting for Bai Liyuan to come down.
Tieguai Li had never been to such a high-class hotel in his life. Sitting in the magnificent and spacious private room, he
couldn't get used to it at all, shifting his position constantly, unsure of what to do.
He was even more flattered by the attentive service of the slender and beautiful waitresses. Although he grinned widely and pretended to be a refined gentleman by saying "thank you," his triangular
eyes kept darting to the voluptuous breasts and slender waists beneath their uniforms.
Perhaps because he was going to the capital, he had dressed up carefully today. His previously messy hair was combed into a
three-seven part, made neat and shiny with mousse, and he wore a striped shirt under a three-breasted suit.
A tacky red tie was tied crookedly, and he wore a blue sweater, making him look like
a township cadre from the 1980s. However, although the suit was brand new, it didn't fit him very well, and combined with his particularly
muscular upper body, it looked like a man in a suit, making him appear extremely tacky and out of place.
Because of the indoor heating, Tieguai Li was wearing significantly more clothes, and he was soon covered in sweat.
I suggested he take off his outer garment to feel more comfortable, but he stubbornly refused, afraid of ruining his carefully crafted pose
. So, every few minutes, he would grab a towel from the table to wipe his sweat, causing the waitress to change it for him
several times.
"Have some tea first, the food will be served soon," I said softly, seeing Tieguai Li's bewildered expression
.
"Yes, yes..." Tieguai Li nodded hurriedly, picking up the teacup with both hands and bringing it to his lips. Unexpectedly,
the freshly brewed tea was still very hot, and upon drinking it, his small eyes widened instantly. Not
wanting to appear embarrassed in front of others, he pretended to stubbornly hold it in, but ultimately couldn't help it and spat it out with a "whoosh
," soaking half a mouthful of tea in his wool sweater.
Tieguai Li hurriedly tried to wipe himself with his suit sleeve, but I waved him off. A waitress professionally brought over a dry towel
, knelt down, and began to wipe Tieguai Li's face. Tieguai Li had probably never experienced such treatment before;
he didn't even know what to do with his hands, muttering something unintelligible, and could only look to me for help.
I smiled and nodded without saying a word, and Tieguai Li finally relaxed. I asked the waitress to pour him a glass of warm water, which
he gulped down half of in one go, grinning at me and saying, "This water is quite delicious."
Tieguai Li's strange behavior made the waitress chuckle, and I smiled back without saying a word. He didn't understand
what others were laughing at, and joined in the laughter. Unexpectedly, after a few laughs, his water-filled stomach rumbled.
He touched his stomach sheepishly, trying to find something to say to cover it up.
"Good evening." With the waitresses' chorus of greetings, the door to the private room opened, and tonight's hostess
gracefully entered.
Although she was traveling, Bai Liyuan's attire was impeccable. Her long, wavy, wine-red
hair was neatly gathered at the back of her head, tied into an oval bun, secured with a plain white gauze ribbon
, and loosely knotted at the top. Her smooth, jade-like oval face was free of makeup,
yet radiant and full of vitality. Her lips were naturally a deep red, her eyebrows naturally dark, and her
delicate, alabaster-like skin still bore the sweet blush of a honeymoon. Her inner and outer charm captivated all who beheld her
.
Two long, golden earrings, each the size of a wheat grain, adorned her white jade earlobes. Each earlobe featured six tiny
gold pendants, arranged in a rhombus shape, connected by delicate chains and hanging below her earlobes. The wheat-
grain-shaped pendants sparkled under the crystal chandelier, perfectly complementing her regal and elegant appearance.
A pure white silk blouse clung to her curvaceous figure, revealing her long, slender neck above the lace-
trimmed collar. A delicate white gold necklace rested beneath the blouse, nestled between her high, full breasts. The chain
was adorned with a row of diamonds and shimmering silver wheat-ear pendants, which swayed gently with her movements
, adding to her undeniably elegant and dignified presence, making her appear even more regal.
The sleeves of the shirt were bud-shaped, revealing two slender, snow-white arms beneath the sheer lace trim.
A white Chanel crocodile handbag slung over her right arm, its long, curved handle connecting to the rectangular
body. The white crocodile leather gleamed with an expensive, high-quality sheen. The handbag, like herself, was
pure, noble, dignified, and elegant.
The shirt was tucked into a sky-blue embroidered lace pencil skirt, its fabric embroidered with
delicate bud-like lace patterns. The skirt's high waist cinched her slender waist, making it appear tight
and narrow. However, from the side, her abdomen, encased in the white shirt, subtly bulged in a graceful arc
, highlighting her firm, full hips.
This lace bodycon dress was extremely tight and form-fitting. From the front, one could clearly see her hourglass-shaped
hips and the triangle formed by her lower abdomen and upper thighs. The hem of the dress reached
below the knees, revealing only two sections of her slender calves encased in thin white fishnet stockings with a rose pattern. Through the fine rose
mesh, one could see her bare, fair skin. Her plump, beautiful feet were encased in a pair of 7-centimeter
stiletto heels made her already long lower body appear even more slender and straight.
The heels were a semi-closed design, so her crescent-shaped, delicate, and beautiful arches were exposed.
The white lambskin shoes were meticulously crafted, with a subtle sheen and textured pattern. A pale pink silk bow
rested on the shoe, adding a touch of gentleness to the pointed, bamboo shoot-like toe.
Because her sky-blue lace pencil skirt was very tight, she could only move forward with small, delicate steps,
but her long, straight legs moved even more gracefully and alluringly within the skirt.
When Bai Liyuan walked in, all the men present were completely captivated by her. Tieguai Li, in particular,
stared wide-eyed, his gaping mouth almost drooling.
Bai Liyuan was clearly used to men's gazes like that. She smiled confidently and extended her hand, saying softly,
"Brother Li, it's been a long time."
Only after Bai Liyuan greeted him did Tieguai Li seem to snap out of his daze.
He hurriedly wiped his hands on a towel before carefully extending his calloused, rough hand
to gently grasp Bai Liyuan's slender, fair hand, as if holding a precious treasure.
The moment their hands met, Tieguai Li recoiled as if electrocuted, as if afraid of
soiling her delicate hands. Bai Liyuan, however, seemed unconcerned, sitting down comfortably between us and then
chatting with Tieguai Li like family.
The guests had all arrived, and without my prompting, the skilled waitresses began serving the dishes one by one. Bai Liyuan, displaying
the poise of a hostess, gracefully stood up, raised her wine glass to Tieguai Li, and said, "Brother Li, over the
years, you have helped me and Shitou a great deal, and I have never properly thanked you." "
Today, I'd like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude. You must have a few drinks." After saying this, Bai Liyuan
finished half a glass of red wine in one gulp.
Bai Liyuan's beauty and figure alone were enough to intoxicate him, but her generosity and magnanimity delighted Tieguai Li even more.
He quickly downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, then patted his chest and said, "Sister-in-law, why are you being so polite with me?
Your family's affairs are my affairs. As long as you don't look down on me, a useless person, I'll do whatever you ask."
I knew Tieguai Li's taste, so today I served him a ten-year-aged Wuliangye. Sure enough, as soon as he finished a cup
, Tieguai Li couldn't help but smack his lips repeatedly. For an old wine connoisseur like him, a sip of wine could tell the difference
between good and bad. Before, he had only drunk cheap, inferior baijiu. Today, tasting this high-end, strong-aroma baijiu for the first time was
like a child seeing his favorite candy; once he started drinking, he couldn't stop.
Although Tieguai Li had been silently watching Bai Liyuan all these years, this was the first time he had been so close to
his goddess. This sudden happiness made him dizzy with joy, especially being able to sit
next to this stunning beauty, surrounded by her snow-white skin and inhaling her sweet fragrance. Tieguai Li
had never been so happy in his life.
We raised our glasses in celebration, toasting each other in turn. Tieguai Li couldn't resist our enthusiasm, emptying his cup after cup
without leaving a drop. Before long, the effects of the alcohol took hold on his face,
turning his dark, bluish-black complexion a deep red, and blurring his triangular eyes. However, his mouth became much more agile than usual
, and he spoke fluently.
"Sister-in-law, seeing you doing well makes me so happy," Tieguai Li said, visibly excited after a few rounds of drinks
, swaying as he held his glass.
"That guy surnamed Lü, even if he had three heads and six arms, even if he were the King of Heaven himself, I, the 'Guai Zi,' would still fight him."
His words made Bai Liyuan somewhat embarrassed, but she still pretended to be nonchalant and raised her wine glass in a toast, saying, "
Brother Li, you are a truly honest man. I was ignorant before and went down many wrong paths. It's all my fault for being so unlucky..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bai Liyuan's voice was already choked with sobs.
"Waaah, thankfully I have this child, otherwise I would have made one mistake after another." At this point,
the sobs in Bai Liyuan's voice were quite obvious.
I quickly reached my hand under the table and grasped her other hand, which was hanging
down. Bai Liyuan's cold, slender fingers gripped it tightly, as if my palm gave her a lot of strength.
Under the warm and broad embrace of my palm, her trembling body finally calmed down a lot.
Tieguai Li downed his drink in one gulp, then waved his hand, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't say anymore.
I know it's not easy for a woman like you. You're doing all this for the children."
His words brought tears to Bai Liyuan's eyes again. After a few glasses of red wine, her jade-like face was flushed with a
captivating sunset-like blush, and her misty, picturesque eyes made me feel both pity and love
for her. I picked up a towel and gently wiped her face, whispering in her ear, "Baby, don't be sad. I'll always be by your
side."
My tenderness calmed Bai Liyuan down a bit. She squeezed my hand gratefully, then apologized to Tieguai
Li shyly, got up, took her handbag, and went into the restroom to touch up her makeup. I knew she wanted some peace and quiet, so I continued to offer
Tieguai Li a toast.
Whether it was because the goddess wasn't around, or the effects of the liquor were kicking in, Tieguai Li gradually became
more unrestrained, no longer as reserved as before. He finally unbuttoned his meticulously tailored suit,
pulled down the tie that had bound him all night, and let his short neck breathe. In his drunken revelry, he even rolled up his sleeves
, revealing his usual gait, practically putting his feet on the table.
"Little Gao, you've really made something of yourself, much better than your old man," Tieguai Li slurred,
scooping a piece of roast duck from his bowl and stuffing it into his mouth.
"My father is a good man," I said somewhat displeased. Although I had now taken my father's place, marrying
my mother, I still deeply respected him and disliked hearing others speak ill of him.
"That's right, Gao Hu Zi is a good man. He never suspects others of plotting against him, yet he never expects others to plot against him,"
Tieguai Li, oblivious to my tone, was now numbed by alcohol, speaking to himself.
"What did you say? Who plotted against my father?" I was startled, as if I had caught
something in Tieguai Li's words, and quickly asked.
"Do you remember how Gao Huzi died?" Tieguai Li grabbed a piece of braised pork bone and started gnawing on it, speaking
indistinctly.
Of course I know, I'll never forget that afternoon. That day, I was doing my homework at the dining table,
the pressure cooker in the kitchen was hissing and releasing steam, and my mother, wearing an apron, was busy preparing a delicious
lunch. A bottle of chilled beer was already on the table, the one I
brought home from the corner store after school. My father always liked to drink some ice-cold beer at lunchtime, and according to his usual work schedule, he should
have been on his way home by now.
But my father would never have the chance to drink that ice-cold beer again. The door was knocked on loudly, like a landslide. My mother
ran to open the door with a smile, but the person outside wasn't the one we were waiting for. I still remember the expression on my mother's face
; she froze as if she had been suddenly put into a freezer. I didn't hear clearly what the messenger said
; I only remember my mother letting out a heart-wrenching scream, a cry like an animal that had been severely injured
.
My mother quickly recovered from her frozen state, and then she ran outside without a care in the world. The messengers couldn't
stop her, and I, unaware of what was happening, naturally chased after her. No one paid any attention to
the hot soup still simmering on the gas stove in the kitchen; I just followed closely behind her, running towards the dock.
I had never seen my mother so agitated. She ran like a she-wolf; it was hard to imagine that the usually
gentle and frail woman could unleash such energy. She was only wearing slippers when she went out, and during the run
, she lost one somewhere. The midday sun made the asphalt road scorching hot, but she
seemed oblivious as she walked barefoot on it, just running forward.
The distance from the apartment building to the dock wasn't short. When I arrived, panting, I found a large crowd gathered
. The uncles and aunts who usually liked to tease me all had serious expressions, as if they were trying to hide something
. My mother had been stopped by several women, but her cries never stopped. That
voice was so familiar to me, yet it sounded so foreign now.
She was still wearing her apron, one slipper was missing, and after running, her fair face
was flushed red. Her neatly tied long hair was disheveled, and
a liquid—whether sweat or tears—was streaming down her face. It was hard to connect that image with my usually refined and beautiful mother. That day, she
was just an ordinary woman, a woman utterly heartbroken.
I didn't know what had happened, what could have made my mother so agitated, so
disregarding her appearance and cleanliness, running hundreds of meters to this place, crying
like this in front of so many people. I just vaguely felt that something bad had happened, and that it would have a huge impact on us
. It wasn't until much later that I realized my world had crumbled from that day on.
Perhaps to protect me, I never saw my father's face again. From
the clues in the adults' conversations, I knew the scene was horrific. I can imagine
the damage a gantry crane weighing over ten tons would cause to a body of flesh and blood; the image still sends chills down my spine.
My father, who held me as he grew up and considered me his pride, was reduced to a mass of flesh and blood.
I snapped out of my reverie, only to find myself gripping Tieguai Li's wrist, and said in a low, deliberate
voice, "Tell me the truth about how my father died."
Tieguai Li was now somewhat sober; he realized he had spoken carelessly while drunk, and a look of deep regret crossed his face
. But my eyes were like two cold bolts of lightning, locking onto him tightly. My whole body was like a leopard poised to pounce
, radiating a menacing aura and killing intent that left Tieguai Li nowhere to hide. His lips trembled violently like a chick pecking at rice
, his eyes pleading as he said, "I... I only found out recently, Xiao Gao, I didn't lie to you."
"Speak," I spat out a single, resolute word through gritted teeth, my gaze showing no sign of lessening
.
As if to bolster his courage, Tieguai Li grabbed the wine glass on the table and poured it into his mouth, then took a few deep
breaths before speaking.
According to Tieguai Li, he and Zhong Xiaoqing had gotten along better and better these past few days. Since he had money
, he no longer needed to go out to repair shoes at his stall and simply moved into Zhong Xiaoqing's house to live with her. Once,
while they were making love, they casually mentioned Cheng Yang. Tieguai Li's dislike for Cheng Yang was obvious, while Zhong
Xiaoqing's longing for her ex-husband had recently lessened. So, during their conversation, she inadvertently brought up an old story.
On the day my father had his accident, Zhong Xiaoqing got off work late at noon and decided to pack some food to take home.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yang came home even later than her. She had just set the table when Cheng Yang rushed in. He
immediately opened the refrigerator, opened a bottle of wine, and started chugging it down. Zhong Xiaoqing called him repeatedly, but he didn't respond. That day
, Cheng Yang seemed very strange. His face displayed a complex expression, as if he had encountered something terrifying
, a mixture of inexplicable fear and barely concealed excitement. Years later, Zhong Xiaoqing recalled that
expression; it resembled that of a criminal caught on television.
That day, Cheng Yang's words and actions were different from usual. He, who was usually very talkative, became unusually silent, but his appetite
increased significantly. After finishing his meal, he immediately went out again, disappearing without a trace. While cleaning up the trash, Zhong Xiaoqing
discovered that Cheng Yang had left his tool bag in the house. For some reason, she opened it on a whim
and found a wrench and a dozen hex screws inside. The tools
were covered in fresh, fresh grease, clearly having just been removed from some machine. Cheng Yang always kept his bag very
neat and clean, and she had never seen him bring these tools home before, so Zhong Xiaoqing remembered it vividly.
At the time, Zhong Xiaoqing didn't understand what this meant. She never interfered in her husband's affairs, whether
at work or in his personal life, so she never asked him about it. It wasn't until half a month later that Zhong Xiaoqing
learned from others that her husband's mentor at work had been killed in an accident, crushed by the crane he had operated for over a decade
. The accident happened at noon that very day.
This incident left a shadow in Zhong Xiaoqing's heart, because Cheng Yang's expression when he returned home that day was too
strange, and there were other very coincidental signs. She had some vague ideas in her mind, but she never went to investigate.
To confirm this idea, she tried her best to forget it; she was terrified of this thought.
If it weren't for an incident two months later, Zhong Xiaoqing might have long since forgotten it. It was a
Sunday, and Zhong Xiaoqing's colleague dragged her shopping. Coincidentally, she saw her husband
's back in the mall. She called out to him, but Cheng Yang seemed not to hear and walked away on his own. Watching her husband enter a
coffee shop, Zhong Xiaoqing suddenly became suspicious.
She knew Cheng Yang's philandering nature and had heard rumors of his extramarital affairs.
Seeing him acting suspiciously today, she immediately wanted to investigate and see which woman her husband was
flirting with. So she followed him into the coffee shop, choosing a good spot where she could keep an eye on
Cheng Yang without being seen by him. Unexpectedly, instead of a woman, she was met with a
middle-aged man in a suit.
The man had a slicked-back hairstyle, was tall and imposing, and exuded a leader-like aura. Cheng Yang, upon seeing him, acted
obsequiously. As soon as they sat down, the man with the slicked-back hair placed a thick leather bag in front of Cheng Yang.
Cheng Yang opened it and peered inside, his eyes immediately revealing a greedy look. He bowed and scraped as he spoke, while the man
with the slicked-back hair only occasionally uttered a word or two.
To hear their conversation clearly, Zhong Xiaoqing sat behind Cheng Yang's seat. Through the sofa back, she finally
managed to catch a few sentences.
It seemed Cheng Yang had done something for the man with the slicked-back hair, and so the man had brought him payment.
The amount in that leather bag was a considerable sum at the time. However, Zhong Xiaoqing didn't understand
what they were talking about, or why the other party was willing to pay such a high price. They then mentioned another woman,
and it seemed the slick-haired man harbored ill intentions towards her. Now that one obstacle had been removed, they needed Cheng Yang to resolve
the final issue. Cheng Yang readily agreed, and judging from his tone, he had
also been eyeing this woman for a long time. However, they didn't mention the woman's name and quickly ended the
conversation, each getting up and leaving.
Zhong Xiaoqing was very angry at the time, but she didn't think too deeply about it. She assumed her husband was just having a relapse and
was going to sleep with some respectable woman again. After returning home, she argued with her husband several more times, but each time she couldn't resist Cheng Yang's sweet
words and succumbed to his methods of dealing with women. Furthermore, after receiving the money, Cheng Yang spent lavishly
, and over time, she forgot about those things.
After Zhong Xiaoqing finished recalling, Tieguai Li immediately grasped the key point. He pressed her for details
and had her describe the appearance of the slicked-back-haired man. He quickly arrived at an answer,
an answer so horrifying that Zhong Xiaoqing couldn't accept it.
"For so many years, I've never been able to understand something," Tieguai Li slowly poured himself a glass of wine.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, his voice was dry and hoarse.
"How could someone as meticulous and cautious as Gao Huzi have an accident on that gantry crane? You know, he's
been operating it for over ten years without a single mistake."
"I also went to see the scene on the day of the accident. The angle at which that thing fell was so clean, so clean
, it was as if Gao Huzi had delivered it himself. There's no such thing as a coincidence, unless, unless someone was controlling
it." Tieguai Li muttered to himself, his hand holding the wine glass trembling uncontrollably, like a malaria patient.
"After the accident, the company quickly sealed off the scene. I couldn't even look at it more. They handled the
accident very quickly. Usually, it takes half a year to determine a work injury, but Gao Huzi's case was resolved in less than a week
." Tieguai Li finally brought the wine glass to his lips, but hesitated and didn't drink it.
"At the time, I couldn't understand it at all, but after so long, I
finally understood after hearing that woman's explanation." Tieguai Li finished the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then spoke a long string of words as if he had been holding it in for a long time
.
"Besides Gao Huzi, there was only one other person who could get close to that gantry crane."
"There was only one person who could clean up the scene so quickly and determine it as a work injury." "
There were only these two people who could plan this and design it so cleverly." "
They did so much evil and even lost your father's life, all for your mother."
After saying this in one breath, Tieguai Li sighed deeply. There was something heavy in his voice, like solidified molten
iron, making it hard to breathe. We sat facing each other in silence. My mind was in turmoil, a
jumble of painful and despairing memories flooding back, freezing my blood in place. I could only hear my
teeth chattering slightly.
A dull thud broke the suffocating silence.
We turned to see the white crocodile Chanel handbag lying on the ground. Bai Liyuan
had been standing there, her face deathly pale, staring at us.

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