【Return】(12) 【Author: (sfl0) Dr. Buwen】

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********** 　　... When the mouse was within range, it was pinned down again with a single swipe; next, 　　the mouse might start playing dead, and the cat would scratch it with its paws until the mouse started to run away again... It is said that 　　cats can smell whether a mouse is truly dead, so it's all just a game. Suddenly, I discovered that Xing Guoqiang had a 　　secret I didn't know, which immediately aroused great interest: like a dead mouse lying aside coming back to life, I, 　　the cat, suddenly had the urge to catch mice again. Oh, and there's also his sexy, busty wife. 　　Usually, there are three situations in which a father can make his daughter furious: one is that he abandons his wife. First , Xing Guoqiang obviously didn't abandon his daughter 　　; second, his crimes were heinous, but he didn't seem to have committed robbery, rape, murder, or other similar acts 　　, at most he'd sing a little opera about "The Outlaws of the Birthday Gifts" for fun; finally, there was infidelity. Could it be that he was cheating on his wife 　　? Children often harbor resentment towards the parent who has an extramarital affair. This possibility 　　is quite high; wealthy, bloated businessmen hire young models and actresses for sex. 　　Such salon gatherings are popular in South Korean rich circles. The lawyer was completely at a disadvantage in his divorce proceedings because he attended these... A group of people engaging in promiscuous sex was 　　filmed by my mother… This matter is worth investigating further. 　　Back at Zhu Yuting's house, it was already past 10 pm. My curiosity was piqued, and I suddenly felt a surge of desire, wanting to have a passionate encounter with 　　Yuting. Unexpectedly, when I entered, I saw her pitifully curled up on the sofa, the TV on but not 　　being watched, just scrolling through her iPad. I tiptoed over, bent down and kissed her cheek, calling out 　　, "Yuting, my wife!" She pecked my lips and softly replied, "Husband!" 　　Her eyes were slightly red; what was wrong? I looked at the iPad; she was looking at 　　the old photos I had scanned for her last time: all of them were of Xiaoyu. Tingting is gone; why is she thinking of Xiaoyu again? Sigh! 　　"Do you think Huang Tingting and Xiaoyu look alike?" Yuting suddenly asked. 　　"Huh? They don't look alike, do they?" 　　"I think they look very alike. Look at their eyes, their noses, even their smiles are exactly the same." As she spoke, she 　　gently stroked Xiaoyu's face on the iPad. A little while later, I pulled out a recent photo of myself with Huang Tingting and 　　carefully compared it. 　　I couldn't see any resemblance between the two girls at all. Aren't all pretty girls big- 　　eyed and have sweet smiles? My words were completely unconvincing, so I just obediently stayed with her looking at the photos and listened to her 　　reminiscing about Xiaoyu. And so, we snuggled together on the sofa and actually fell asleep. 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　"Lazybones, wake up!" I vaguely heard Yuting's soft call in my ear, followed by her warm, wet lips 　　licking my earlobe. 　　I didn't look directly at her, just instinctively reaching for her lips, but she deftly dodged me. Then I heard her 　　scolding voice: "You stink! You didn't brush your teeth or shower last night, go wash up now." 　　"No way! I want my wife to help me wash." 　　"At your age, who needs someone to help them shower?" Yuting pinched my arm. 　　"Come shower with me!" 　　"Okay!" 　　Such a blissful answer made me open my eyes abruptly. "Wow!" A green face startled me, and my 　　previously hard penis softened. It turned out Yuting was applying a face mask; no wonder I smelled a herbal scent earlier 　　. 　　"Your face is covered in seaweed; how am I supposed to wash it off?" I complained. 　　"It's alright," Yuting glanced at the clock on the wall, "Ten more minutes. Go brush your teeth and wash up first 　　, and I'll come in and scrub your back in a bit." With that, she forcefully pulled me up and pushed me into the bathroom. 　　After washing up, I felt completely refreshed. I heard the sound of water coming from the sink outside; clearly, Yuting had come to wash off 　　her face mask. I quickly composed myself and focused my energy; within seconds, my penis proudly stood erect. 　　The door opened, and Yuting walked in barefoot. She had this strange habit of never wearing slippers in the bathroom 　　, preferring to go barefoot. So, during the renovation, the bathroom was covered with double layers of blue anti-slip netting— 　　a detail even her research-oriented uncle probably hadn't noticed. 　　Turning around, I noticed she was wearing a set of rose-colored erotic lingerie—silk, transparent fabric, daffodil-patterned 　　lace, and transparent straps that crossed at the nape of her neck. The sexy lingerie accentuated her fair skin, making 　　her appear even more alluring. She glanced down and saw my erect penis, which swayed slightly in greeting 　　. Perhaps because we hadn't seen each other for a while, Yu Ting seemed a little unfamiliar with it; her pretty face flushed instantly, and she lightly 　　peeked at her pink lower lip with her white teeth. 　　Although her face was filled with shyness, as soon as she reached me, she grasped my penis and skillfully began to stroke it 　　, as if comforting a long-lost friend. Our lips automatically met in a passionate kiss, a long-awaited kiss, a 　　greedy demand that left her almost breathless. 　　I grabbed a handful of her breasts. Because of the heart-shaped design of her bra, her breasts appeared 　　very full, heavy, and elastic. Although not as large as Yuan Min's, 　　they were slightly upturned from my recent caresses, and even the daffodils on her bra couldn't hide them—very cute. My thumb circled and caressed her nipples 　　, while my other four fingers pinched and rubbed them. 　　Bending down, I touched the even more delicate nipple between her legs, already soaked before it even touched water. I patted...

I grabbed her buttocks and made her stand up, holding onto the frame. I teased, "You said you'd scrub my back but you're lazy. Your husband always scrubs your
back." My strong hands gripped her round thighs.
Due to the height difference, I could only bend my waist and legs, while Yu Ting stood on tiptoe. Seeing her head resting on her arms
, looking completely blissful, I couldn't resist teasing her. I lifted the edge of her lace panties, and with a burst of power
, I thrust in, reaching her cervix in one go.
Even her already wet vagina couldn't withstand the violent invasion of this giant monster. Yu Ting cried out "Ouch!" and rolled
her eyes. She was about to curse me when I pulled my abdomen in, withdrawing most of my penis, causing her to convulse and sigh
, followed by another muffled groan. I seized the opportunity and thrust it back in hard... leaving her completely speechless
, only able to moan "Mmm... Ah... Eek... Ugh... Ah..." Soon, her legs
trembled, and her buttocks shook wildly.
The familiar writhing began again within her honeyed depths, and I started thrusting rhythmically, but not all the way in,
deliberately lifting slightly each time I came out. Yu Ting moaned and looked at me plaintively, like a starving
infant. I smiled at her, deliberately oblivious to her charms, continuing my slow, deliberate thrusting. Finally, she
couldn't hold back any longer and began to speak: "Waaah...waaah...uh...husband, faster, faster, I'm so itchy! Hurry up
, please!"
"Here it comes! Beat the drums, bang the gongs, pushing the cart to deliver goods..." On a whim, I
couldn't help but sing "The New Peddler," a song my father often sang when I was a child. My lower body didn't hold back either, increasing
the speed of my thrusts, my arms forcefully lifting her lower body completely off the ground, her feet suddenly leaving the ground, making her gasp
, then only her heavy breathing remained.
After four rounds of kissing, she finally lost her strength. I gently helped her sit up in the bathtub to rest
. She curled up in my arms, a happy smile on her face, kissing my chest and breathing softly. Recovering
, she bit her lip and said, "My husband is the best!" Then her face flushed red.
"Gurgle..." Our stomachs growled simultaneously, and we couldn't help but smile at each other. Zhu Yuting patted my stomach
and said softly, "Good husband, I'll go make you some food, but you have to carry me to the bedroom to get dressed first. I'm
completely exhausted."
"What clothes? It's so hot in this weather, it's the same even without clothes!" I laughed and pinched her nipple
.
"How can that be?"
"It's just the two of us at home, it'll be fine." "
What if Tingting comes back?"
"Good thing she comes back, so we won't have to sneak around anymore. My cousin and her brother are dating, so what?" I
excitedly started talking nonsense.
Zhu Yuting was about to protest when I picked her up from behind, her legs spread wide, cradling her in my arms like
a child being held to pee. She struggled a few times but gave up, half-covering her face as I carried her out of the bathroom. In
the living room, I suddenly noticed the fish in the tank were pressed against the glass, blowing bubbles, as if watching our
strange posture.
Looking at the fish's liveliness and Yuting's shy, affectionate expression, I couldn't help but ramble, "Flounders
would rather die than be lovers, even if it means death." I wondered if I should carry Yuting to the balcony like this. The sliding
door to the balcony was halfway open, and just as I was feeling smug, the main door opened, leaving us neither in nor out. A second later
, Huang Tingting appeared before us, her expression as if she had seen two prehistoric monsters.
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Zhu Yuting and I sat neatly dressed on the sofa, looking like two elementary school students caught cheating on a test
. Huang Tingting, with her raised eyebrows and wide almond eyes, looked more like a police officer catching a thief—who
happened to be her own child.
Although we were always close, Tingting was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. Besides, she knew
the true relationship between Zhu Yuting and me, so I was a little afraid of her. For a moment, I couldn't find the words to respond and just stared blankly at
the coffee table in front of me.
"Tingting, it's not what you think, godmother..." Zhu Yuting spoke first. I
had always thought she lacked assertiveness and wasn't good with words. "...Actually, Xiaofei and I have been childhood sweethearts. Although
there's an age gap, we've always been very close... My husband and I have a distant relationship. At the funeral, I suddenly met this
cousin, and we suddenly found that old feeling again. Before we knew it, we were together."
Huang Tingting listened expressionlessly, without saying a word. I knew perfectly well that we were having an affair
, and Zhu Yuting's words were basically just a fabricated romance novel to her. Zhu Yuting, completely unaware, continued
, "We didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that my husband has only been gone for a few months, and some things... well, people
can be quite gossipy..."
Watching more urban romance dramas, Korean dramas, and reading online romance novels is quite helpful; Zhu
Yuting actually talked on and on for an hour and a half, almost entirely to herself. I only occasionally responded with "uh-
huh," "ah," or "oh." Huang Tingting basically didn't respond, just staring straight ahead with an unhappy expression,
occasionally turning her head to glare at me fiercely. Finally, she seemed to have gotten tired of listening, suddenly straightening up and
slamming her hand on the coffee table. Zhu Yuting and I were startled, our hearts skipping a beat. We involuntarily exchanged a glance and quickly looked
away.
Huang Tingting yawned, stretched, and said with a half-smile, "Godmother, I want to eat wontons.
Can you make some for me?"
Zhu Yuting was startled at first, almost unable to believe what she heard, then smiled, stood up, and said, "
Sure, sure! I'll go out and buy the ingredients right away. We'll have wontons for lunch." She then went inside to change her clothes.
Alone with Tingting, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. Her gaze felt like a therapy lamp, burning my face
, but I dared not turn to look at her. She ignored me, stood up, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and stared seriously
at the large fish tank. Zhu Yuting came out after changing, greeted us, and left.
As soon as the door closed, Huang Tingting's expression changed; it was the look of someone facing an enemy. I dared not look up even more.
She finished the rest of the water in her glass in one gulp, cleared her throat, and said, "Brother, what's so much of a lot? You—"
"Well, well, actually, what she said wasn't entirely a lie. I've liked her since I was little, and she
likes me too..." I stammered, trying to explain.
"That's incest, isn't it?" Tingting stared at me, her eyes wide, as if expecting
a lightning bolt to appear above my head or a huge exclamation mark to pop into my head. Unfortunately, my expression remained unchanged, as if she had just
casually told me, "Don't eat too much in the morning, be more careful in the future." She moved to sit next to me, her expression excited
, and bit her lip, saying, "Brother, I know you and Godmother aren't related by blood."
Hearing her tone soften considerably, I adjusted my posture and looked at her. She continued, "Brother, you know
I've always considered you my own brother!" I couldn't deny that; I also considered her my own sister, so I quickly
nodded.
She took my arm and said, "I've never had a mother since I was little. My godmother and I hit it off. She treated me like
her own mother the moment we met, you know?"
"Yes, I can tell. She genuinely likes you." I finally had a chance to speak.
Could it be that she was going to let us go? That would be great.
"But, brother," she squeezed my arm harder, "if you saw your own brother and mother
naked, doing that kind of thing, how would you feel? Have you considered my feelings? And,
how can you face your third uncle? Also, what will your sister-in-law do? She's been so good to you, how
could you..."
Sister-in-law? This was what my sister-in-law had hinted at: "Once you get sex and love, a woman will give you everything
," but unfortunately—I couldn't say it out loud. As for my third uncle, I had overcome my inner demons and boldly said, "It
's true that my third uncle is a good person, but he's really not good to my aunt. First, he doesn't take care of the family at all,
spending no more than five days a month at home, and he doesn't care about your godmother at all. If giving money counts as taking care of the family, then
isn't your godmother just a housekeeper?"
Huang Tingting was somewhat surprised by my words, her gaze no longer as righteous as before. She lowered her head and said softly, "
I've vaguely heard my godmother mention these things. My husband is indeed not very competent."
"That's right!" Taking advantage of her momentary loss of momentum, I quickly seized the opportunity: "Besides, there are some things
you're too young to understand. A woman needs companionship not only in daily life, but also needs a man
to nourish her both emotionally and physically. Only then will a woman's flower bloom more and more beautifully."
"You're talking nonsense!" Tingting shouted, her face flushed with laughter.
I knew she was embarrassed, but judging from her expression, she seemed to have accepted it, only some of her beliefs were still hard to change
. However, I wasn't in a hurry. My main focus now was Xing Cui, and I could put Zhu Yuting on hold for the time being. It would also be a good opportunity
for Huang Tingting to brainwash Xiao Tingting; the "true love conquers all" trope is most effective on young girls. I immediately seized the opportunity, saying, "Tingting
, how about this? You come back to live here, and I'll stay there. You can talk to your godmother more and see
if what I'm doing is harming her."
Sure enough, her expression immediately relaxed. After Zhu Yuting returned, the two of them chatted and
laughed together again. After eating wontons, I said goodbye. Although Zhu Yuting was reluctant to leave, she had no choice. Before leaving,
while Huang Tingting was washing the dishes, I secretly told her to use this time to brainwash her goddaughter so we could be together openly 　　. She immediately went from
worried to happy.
********** ...
Tingting's WeChat message
suddenly popped up. Apparently, her godfather had told her beforehand that Crazy Pig's real name might be Zhu Hao. She'd
forgotten about it in her anger; young girls are so easily swayed by emotions. Zhu Hao—the name sounded familiar, but
I couldn't quite place it. After saying that, Tingting ignored me. She still harbored resentment,
but I didn't have time to persuade her then; I'd just let things take their course.
The sun was exceptionally bright today; staying indoors all afternoon would be a waste of such a beautiful day. So, as soon as
I received Xing Yun's invitation, I went out. She said she wanted to apologize for her rudeness last night. I didn't care about
such a small matter and casually replied, "It's nothing." She immediately replied, "A new Cantonese restaurant opened in Jiuli Old Alley
, shall I treat you to dinner?!"
I felt a little embarrassed and quickly replied, "No need, it's nothing." "
So, brother, you won't accept my apology?!?!" Oh no, her ultimate move was at it again.
I really wanted to say "Please let me go," but I didn't dare. She might call me directly or even drive over
to confront me. This girl is quite stubborn. After thinking for a moment, I could only say that I was inviting her.
She immediately replied, "Okay, I'm shopping here right now. Come over and give me your opinion."
I fell for her trap again!
Of course, if I really didn't want to go, I could easily make up an excuse about working overtime. But Jiuli Old Alley is
the territory of a mad pig. As soon as I heard the name, I felt I could go and see what kind of trouble I could cause.
Jiuli Old Alley was originally the imperial residence of a high-ranking official during the Ming Dynasty, a large mansion with five courtyards. Later, when the Qing
army entered the pass, a military officer surnamed Zhu emerged in the area and declared himself emperor amidst the chaos. This
military officer, who left no trace in history books, did leave two things for the small riverside town: first, he built the prototype of the current Zheng Wharf,
and second, he expanded the five-courtyard mansion into a giant nine-courtyard residential complex. So this area was also called Jiuli (Nine Lanes
) because you had to walk nine levels into it. Unfortunately, part of it was destroyed after the revolutionaries started their uprising, another
part was destroyed by the Japanese, and half was destroyed by the Red Guards, leaving basically nothing. In recent years, a sudden decision was made to rebuild it.
Of course, a complete reconstruction was impossible, so a
commercial street with simulated ancient architecture was built based on the back alleys that used to be bustling with merchants.
It's quite a rare sight to see some second-tier international luxury brands being sold on quaint shelves.
Xing Yun wasn't very interested in these; the luxury brands she wore were probably all bought directly from Europe. She mainly
looked at strange things: little figures twisted from wire, buildings made from old cigarette boxes...
and then there was the eating—all sorts of snacks that had disappeared for many years.
The tallest building in Jiuli Old Alley was a three-story Buddhist pagoda, which is now being restored from the ruins.
Through this tower, you can see the Rongxing Building a few hundred meters away. It has 49 floors; the floors above the 36th are
the offices of the Rongxing Group, while the lower floors are high-end office buildings for rent, as well as upscale clubs.
"Come on, try their grilled tofu!" Seeing that I was a little distracted, Xing Yun handed me a small plate of grilled tofu.
The thick tofu, after being grilled on the iron rack, developed bubbles. The owner popped the bubbles, sprinkled it with salt,
and then rubbed on a layer of chili powder. When the spiciness became a bit pungent, the owner brushed on a layer of oil, added chili oil,
Sichuan peppercorn oil, and seasonings such as chopped green onions and cilantro. It tasted really good!
Suddenly, Xing Yun exclaimed "Ah!" as if she had seen something strange, and a piece of the tofu fell to the ground
. I turned around following her gaze and immediately saw a beautiful woman—or rather, a beauty among beauties.
Her long, straight hair was dyed chestnut brown, and her face was heavily made up, but because of the exquisite makeup, she radiated a dazzling
aura. Every gesture she made exuded charm, making men want to jump into a trap even if they knew it was a trap. This was probably
the third time I had seen her in my life—her name was Zhou Xiaoli, my father's father Xing Li's current legal spouse.
I remember the first time she wore the most fashionable pink floral shirt, and I thought she was my father's sister, so I called
her "Auntie." Unexpectedly, this caused the old man extreme displeasure, and he didn't even acknowledge me when I called him "Grandpa
." The second time was at a family gathering. She ate a few bites and then stood up with an air of authority, saying, "Enjoy your meal
," before leaving gracefully. Her rose-colored short skirt wafted a fragrant breeze, and her perfect ankles were clad in white high
heels, making her look like a Hong Kong actress from a VCD. This was the third time. She wore a gold leopard-print sleeveless mini dress
, the skirt divided into three sections: a black, vase-shaped section in the middle that extended past her knees, and two gold leopard-print sections that ended
10cm above the knees. As she walked, her long, snow-white legs peeked out from behind the black skirt, attracting
the attention of many passersby. Suddenly, she noticed a resemblance in the confidence and elegance on her face to her mother's; truly befitting a powerful
female CEO.
She was walking into a small coffee shop. After all, even the Forbidden City had a Starbucks, so people
weren't surprised to see coffee shops in ancient buildings. Just as she was about to pretend to ask Xing Yun who this was, the coffee shop door opened again, and Zhou Xiaoli
walked out arm in arm with someone else—another beauty, no less stunning than Zhou Xiaoli. Her figure
, looks, and temperament were all exceptional, but what was most striking was her strange white hair. Long and thick,
it definitely wasn't a wig, yet she looked about the same age as Zhou Xiaoli. Zhou Xiaoli was forty-one,
but looked only around thirty, and this beautiful woman was probably in her early thirties. Gradually, I noticed that their eyes
and eyebrows looked quite similar, like sisters.
No, I clearly remember that Zhou Xiaoli was an only child, her father Zhou Xiao was the director of the Municipal People's Congress, but he had passed away
more than ten years ago, and her mother Qin Ping was a pharmacist at the Municipal Central Hospital. I hadn't heard of them having any other daughters! This must
be her cousin. It's a pity that because her father died early and her mother was just an ordinary doctor
, there wasn't much information to investigate. If I had known that her family had such strong genes for beauty, I should have investigated her other
family members more thoroughly. I wanted to continue admiring the beauties of the Zhou family, but Xing Yun pulled me into a toy store next door, and I
secretly lamented my loss!
"Were those two women your bosses this afternoon?" I asked, feigning curiosity, during dinner that evening
.
Xing Yun was eating a rice noodle roll when my question caught her off guard. Seeing that I didn't seem to have any other intentions, she
swallowed her food, took a sip of soup, and carefully said, "This is a relative of mine."
I smiled casually and asked, "I'm also related to you in some way, how come I've never seen her before?"
"Oh dear!" Xing Yun bit her lip, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it on my plate. "Eat your food quickly, stop
asking questions!"
"The less you tell me, the more curious I become!" I said with a smile after taking a bite of the shrimp dumpling.
After taking another bite of the crab roe bun, Xing Yun whispered, "I wonder if your third aunt has told you that my grandma
is gone."
"Yes, I know. I heard she married a woman younger than your aunt. Ah! Could it be that one from earlier—
" Seeing that she was hesitant to get to the point, I took the initiative and shifted the focus to the real subject, "The one with chestnut hair
or the white-haired beauty?"
She pouted and nodded before saying, "So you've got your eye on a beauty. No wonder you kept asking!
"
"I was just saying it casually. I can't exactly ask you, 'Which of those two ugly women is your grandma?'"
Xing Yun smiled, a hint of allure in her eyes. I was somewhat attracted and momentarily stunned
. She handed me a crab roe bun, and only after I took a bite did she smile and say, "Okay, okay! You're right!"
I ate my crab roe bun and winked at her, making a face as if to say, "You were overthinking it all along. " Seeing that I didn't ask any more questions,
Xing Yun took the initiative to speak: "I don't recognize the one with white hair, but the one with chestnut hair is my grandfather's wife
."
That title was somewhat interesting, but I didn't interrupt her. Seeing my somewhat bewildered expression, Xing Yun explained
, "I don't call her 'Grandma.'" She paused again before continuing, "At first, my grandfather wanted my dad and the others to call her 'Mom
,' but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. You know, if I were suddenly asked to call a girl as old as Yingying 'Mom,' I would
n't be able to say it either. My grandfather got upset. Once during a meal, he slammed his hand on the table and said, 'Anyone who
doesn't call me that won't get a single penny from me!'" She mimicked the old man's angry expression as she spoke
.
"Everyone succumbed to money?" I could almost picture the Xing family children's greedy faces.
"No, that woman said it herself. Just call her 'Xiaoli,' and at the company, 'Assistant Zhou.
' In front of outsiders, you can call her 'Aunt Li.' It's not that she's trying to elevate herself; it's just everyone's way of
showing respect to her father." Xing Yun said, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
"You remember that clearly!"
"No way!" Xing Yun blushed. "I was just a baby back then, okay? My mom told me all this
. She and this... well, her full name is Zhou Xiaoli, and she was my mom's classmate. My mom, how should I put it...
she was a little envious and jealous of her, you know!"
I just smiled and nodded, after all, it wasn't appropriate for me to comment too much given my current position. Xing Yun continued
, "My mom said that this woman made everyone stop disliking her with just a few words; she's really a formidable character. As
we grew up, we often called her 'Aunt Li.' The family is all very chaotic, just like how you're my third aunt's
cousin, but I can call you 'brother.'"
"A little chaos is good, a little chaos is good. Actually, modern people don't need so many taboos," I said
with a smile. Xing Yun laughed too, unaware that I had something else in mind. Seeing her relaxed expression, I tentatively
asked, "Do you still remember your biological grandmother?"
"How could I? My parents had only been married a short time when she passed away!" Xing Yun said, pursing her lips.
"Oh, I see! My cousin never met your grandma either. I heard she passed away in her forties..."
Xing Yun glanced around cautiously, lowering her voice to interrupt me, "This topic is taboo in our family
!"
"Oh, I was just being nosy. I heard some rumors before, but not from my cousin, so I was
just curious." I quickly explained.
Xing Yun hesitated for a moment, then scooped up a spoonful of soup from the winter melon bowl, slowly drank it, and looked around again before speaking
, "Don't believe those rumors. Actually, it's just that Grandpa's factory had problems back then. My grandpa used to be the factory
manager of a state-owned enterprise. In the early 1980s, he went into business and started a clothing factory, which you probably know. At that time, the factory had some problems, and Grandpa
often lost his temper. Once, my grandma had an argument with him, went to the riverbank to cry at night, and accidentally fell in
, and then... that happened."
"That's all? The version I heard could definitely be made into a TV series." I deliberately paused, then
picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in my mouth.
The little girl was indeed intrigued and immediately pressed, "What did you hear? Did you
say my grandma was scolded by my grandpa, stormed out, and then jumped into the river?"
"Something like that, but the story before that is much more complicated."
"There's more to it? Wasn't the factory mismanaged?" Xing Yun's eyes widened.
"I don't know if that's true or not. I just heard it from someone else. It's a classmate from my old technical school. His
dad used to work at Rongxing Garment Factory..."
"Then tell me quickly!" Xing Yun's expression was like that of a gossipy little girl. It seemed she
didn't have a deep affection for her grandfather and the grandmother she'd never met; this was just a
topic of conversation at the dinner table for her.
A fortress is always breached from within. I decided to plant a discordant cog in Xing Guoqiang's house
; she might just become a bomb at any time. I lowered my head and began to tell the story with feigned mystery: "
Your grandfather's factory was actually doing very well back then. A key factor was a partner with a powerful background.
My classmate didn't know exactly who he was, only that he might be the son of some high-ranking official in the city. But this official's son
suddenly died. Apparently, he got drunk one night and caused trouble, and was accidentally beaten to death by some sanitation workers. It could have
been a pure accident, but this official didn't seem to think so, because your grandfather and this partner
had apparently had a business dispute before."
Xing Yun was completely engrossed, forgetting to eat, listening intently to my story. I drank some soup
before continuing: "After that, the factory started to face constant harassment from the city, and business became difficult.
In the end, it seems—well, I just heard that, I hope you don't mind!"
Xing Yun didn't mind at all, her eyes full of anticipation as she urged, "Tell me, tell me—"
I tried to be as serious as possible: "That official offered a life for a life, and then your grandfather forced your grandmother to…
…"
"Impossible!" Xing Yun suddenly raised her voice, then, realizing she had attracted attention, quickly
raised her hand in apology, then lowered her head and whispered, "This is absolutely impossible. My grandfather is strict
, but he's not that heartless. And it makes no sense at all! My grandfather might use
some tricks in business, but I don't think it's possible for him to kill someone."
I shrugged, feigning helplessness, and continued, "After all, it's just a rumor. It's said
that one of the sanitation workers who beat that son of a high-ranking official to death was related to your grandmother, so that high-ranking
official... "The blame was pushed onto your grandfather, but your grandfather thinks your grandmother should bear the responsibility. So..."
Before I could finish, Xing Yun had already put her chopsticks and spoon back on the table, staring at me with some dissatisfaction, and said seriously
, "How could you impose some hearsay stories on my grandfather? My grandfather might be a control
freak, with a serious paternalistic style, but he's definitely not that kind of petty person! I'm full, I have some things to do, I'll
be going now, bye!" After saying that, she got up and walked out, but when she reached the restaurant door, she suddenly turned back and glanced at me. I quickly waved to
her and covered my mouth, indicating that I had misspoke. She seemed to sigh, grinned at me, tilted her head, and then
walked out of the store.
I drove back to my place feeling somewhat lost and helpless, my mind filled with thoughts of my grandmother. What I've said so far
is all from what my father told me. That second-generation official was named Zhai Dawei,
the only son of the then-vice mayor Zhai Jiangshan, the only son in three generations. The two were partners, splitting the profits 50/50, which was
why Rongxing Garment Factory was able to thrive so quickly from its inception. Unfortunately, people are often only good at sharing hardship, not prosperity. Gradually,
disagreements arose regarding the distribution of profits—in my father's words, "unequal distribution of spoils." Unfortunately, my father, who was obsessed with art at the time
, had no interest in business and therefore had no memory of the arguments.
The sanitation worker connected to Zhai Dawei's death was actually not related to my grandmother at all. He had simply
collapsed near the garment factory, and my grandmother, out of kindness, took him to the hospital, leading to the misconception that they were related. No
matter the era, spoiled brats can't shake their arrogance and hubris. I can't know the specifics, but
the sanitation workers were ultimately only convicted of manslaughter in the provincial high court. But Zhai Jiangshan didn't see it that way
. Perhaps he'd watched too many detective stories, because he forcibly connected unrelated people and events,
blaming the Xing family for everything.
That old bastard Xing Li then shifted all the blame onto his grandmother, who then practically came to their door to beg for forgiveness.
That night, after returning home, the couple had a huge fight. The father and third uncle heard Xing Li shout things
like, "You might as well just die!" more than once, along with the sound of things being smashed. Then, Grandma went out crying
. The children wanted to chase after her, but Xing Li stopped them. The only one brave enough to go was Xing Cui, but
she couldn't find her grandmother. Several days later, they received a call from the police informing them that Grandma's body had been found floating in the river
.
Whether it was Grandma's vengeful spirit or not, less than a month later, Zhai Jiangshan died of a sudden heart attack.
The once united Xing family was now in turmoil. The father began to regret his cowardice that night and started
a self-deceptive, dreamlike existence. The third uncle threw himself into his research, and Xing Guoqiang hadn't returned
home for many years. The only one who still regularly came home was Xing Cui, who had defied her father's orders to chase after her that night.
The turmoil didn't end there. Six months later, Zhou Xiaoli married into the Xing family. Zhou Xiao, originally the head of the Organization Department
, jumped to become the director of the People's Congress. The Zhou family quickly became Rongxing's new backer in the city. The Zhou family's influence in politics and the Xing family's
influence in business were unparalleled in Linjiang. What role did the Zhou family play in the struggle between the Xing and Zhai families? This was a source of
great curiosity. My mother had investigated the incident carefully, but unfortunately, Zhou Xiao had passed away in the late 1990s
, leaving only Xing Li and Zhou Xiaoli as the parties involved. Therefore, Zhou Xiaoli was my target to conquer.
And her beautiful older sister could be considered an extra, hehe!
Because of the sudden appearance of a "mother," my father had a big argument with my grandfather and ran away from home. He
traveled southwest, arriving in Yunnan, where he was suddenly captivated by the local exotic customs and decided to pick up his paintbrush again. Thus,
Xing Bin changed his name to Lu Wen and traveled as a wandering painter through the ethnic minority villages of Xishuangbanna. On
a sunny afternoon, Lu Wen, who was creating a leaf illustration, suddenly felt someone behind him. Turning around, he saw
a pair of beautiful, large eyes gazing at him through the window. In that instant, the regret,
resentment, depression, and other gloom of the past years seemed to dissipate from those sunny eyes. But that wasn't all. He described to me
that he felt, for the first time, a stirring of the heart for a girl… He was about to invite her in when she ran away
, disappearing into a lush banana grove.
A few days later, those eyes reappeared by the window. Lu Wen invited her in, gave her cookies, and watched him sketch
landscapes. The girl remained silent, blinking her large eyes as she ate cookies and watched him paint. He didn't think much of it
, explaining his drawings to her as he painted. Occasionally, the girl would let out a bird-like laugh, like
a happy little bird. Every laugh made his heart pound.
After a while, the girl brought him some fresh fruits and vegetables, seemingly as a reward for the cookies. Actually, the
cookies weren't tasty at all; Lu Wen himself ate half and threw the other half away, but the girl picked them up and ate them nonstop, like
a cute little squirrel. When not painting, Lu Wen would occasionally tell the girl stories, discovering that she loved listening to them
. He would often tease her, piquing her curiosity, and then use the opportunity to ask her name. But whenever he asked
this question, the girl would smile, shake her head, and run away.
Lu Wen tried to inquire about the girl, but unfortunately, no one in his village knew her background
, and almost no one had even seen her. Stories from *
Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* flashed through Lu Wen's mind. Could those legends of ghosts, foxes, and immortals be true? Thinking about it carefully, the girl's beauty and temperament were indeed unlike anything from this world. Could it
be some kind of magical beast attracted by his paintings? He suddenly felt invigorated, shouldered his scrolls, and took
a train to Kunming. Unfortunately, a month passed, and his paintings remained completely unwanted, even when given away for free. When
he was penniless, he began to miss the capitalist family he had vehemently denounced as "
a family whose every pore exuded bloodlust." Desperate, he turned to his younger brother, Xing Guoyong, for help.
Though somewhat disappointed, he still longed to see the girl again. He thought of cookies—
he bought the most expensive varieties from the best department store in Kunming and brought them back to the village,
placing some on the table, windowsill, and even under the eaves. But the girl didn't appear. Lu Wen began to suspect the girl was merely a hallucination from his painting,
but the feeling was so real that he decided to preserve this "hallucination" or "memory" with his brush. Gradually
, the room was filled with portraits of the girl.
One full moon night, silvery moonlight streamed into the room through the window, and the girl reappeared. Actually, my father
never told me whether that night was a full moon or what color the moonlight was; I only learned this from a painting
. In the painting, a half-naked girl leans against a bamboo bed, her lower body draped in a colorful silk cloth
spread out beside the bed, making her look like a peacock fairy from a folk tale.
That night, the father, who had been asleep, suddenly awoke and, by the moonlight, saw the girl of his dreams
embracing him naked. Neither spoke, driven only by instinct. The father, still a virgin, felt as if it were all a dream
. After it was over, the girl quickly left. The father sketched the scene from memory,
hastily done with a pencil due to time constraints, and then painted it with watercolors the next day. He always said he wanted to paint it in oil
, but unfortunately, he never did.
After that night of passion, the girl disappeared again, and the father, experiencing his first stirrings of love
, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. With his handsome looks and wealth, the father began to indulge in sensual pleasures. As he experienced more women, he gradually remembered that
the girl from that night was a virgin. He felt responsible for his actions and tried again to find the
mysterious girl. Months later, he heard about the mysterious girl in a small village, but
was warned by a man of unknown ethnicity to stop causing trouble. My father, being the strong-willed man he was, wasn't so easily swayed.
He'd barely uttered a few curses when the man pointed at him, instantly paralyzing him and causing a splitting headache.
It was half a month later when he recovered and tried to search again, only to find all the clues had vanished; the girl had disappeared as if
into thin air.
A year later, my father and I met for the first time. A middle-aged woman brought me there. My father said he
knew my face was his son the moment he saw it and accepted me without hesitation. He wanted to find out about my mother
, but the woman couldn't speak Mandarin at all. Her incoherent attempts were completely futile.
I'll tell you . From then on, my father and I lived together, and he "endured hardship" to raise me, allowing me
to grow up "happily."
My mother was completely unaware of the painting's existence until she saw it in an inconspicuous art gallery in Dehong
. After I told her it was my father's painting, she became somewhat distracted. Then I took her back to
the small house where we first lived. Every five minutes, she said she felt dizzy and wanted to go back to the hotel. Once in the room, she went into
the bathroom. Almost two hours passed before I knocked on the door, and she finally came out, saying she was sleepy and had fallen asleep. We went out to find
a Dai restaurant, ate a simple meal, and came back. I was planning to continue telling her about my childhood—something
she used to love to hear—but that evening she seemed uninterested. I thought she was tired, but as soon as we lay down, she started stroking
my genitals, and then it was ten rounds of passion…
Three days later, I learned the truth of what happened back then. Reflecting on my father's infatuation, or rather, his delusions, over twenty years, it
was truly both laughable and pathetic. My mother's family was originally a noble family among the Bai ethnic group in southern Yunnan, and the Dao family was mostly descended from Buddhist monks
. According to ancient tradition, girls in the tribe could marry after turning sixteen, but before marriage, they needed to
be "blessed" by a Buddhist monk, that is, deflowered, to become women. In modern civilized society, this might be seen as either the monk
deceiving women or the ignorance of the believers, but in that isolated little village, it was a perfectly normal custom. However,
when my mother was almost sixteen, this became a problem because her own father could not deflower her. So, the daughter had to
find a man outside the tribe to have sex with, but she could not reveal her identity. Afterward, she could marry on her own, but she could not have any further
contact with the man who had deflowered her. Therefore, although the monk had the right of first night, it was only once, or even just once. Afterward,
he was very respectful to other women and dared not overstep the bounds of propriety. By chance, my father,
being a virgin, became pregnant with my mother's child. He had no choice but to give birth to me, and after I was full-term, I was returned to the man's family.
When I asked my mother why she chose this Han Chinese painter, was it because he was handsome? Her answer left
me speechless. According to custom, she had to travel north for three days before choosing a man. On the third day, she happened to reach
the village where my father lived. Feeling quite hungry, she suddenly smelled a sweet aroma and followed it
, hoping to beg for some biscuits. Just then, the painter inside saw her…
This coincidence, however, was considered by my father to be the most wonderful and romantic experience of his life, forever etched in
his heart. Sometimes he even fantasized about being Dong Yong or the Cowherd, favored by a fairy, dreaming of one day
being taken to a secluded paradise… and so it went until his death.
Back at my lodgings, looking at the empty house, remembering the joy with Xing Cui a few days ago, and the rekindled dream with Yu Ting this morning
, I suddenly felt a pang of loneliness. Hoping for some sound, I turned on the television. The news was
reporting on a fire in a residential area, and a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, was being interviewed.
Suddenly, a thought struck me. I lowered the volume, pondered for a moment,
and the events—Zhu Hao—firefighter—Zhu Yuting mistaking someone for someone else—bayonet—slowly connected. Although there was no direct evidence, my intuition told
me something was amiss. I quickly sent a long WeChat message to my adoptive father. An hour later,
he replied with a few words: "Feiming Fire Chief Investigator." I understood that he wanted me to go to the city fire
department the next day as Yu Fei to investigate. I had been somewhat distracted by the flood of memories, but now I felt at ease
, sat cross-legged, and fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, I got up early and went to the city fire department, using my identity as the security training director of Huayou Hotel.
I had business cards with both Xing Kun and Yu Fei identities. I told the guards that I hoped to organize a
short-term joint training activity with the fire department to improve the fire safety awareness of the hotel's service, security, and logistics personnel. After the sentry
reported, a few minutes later, I was told to go to the third floor of the office building and find Section Chief Zhang in the propaganda department
.
There was a bulletin board in front of the office building with various honor rolls, so I took the opportunity to look at them. There
were about thirty photos, some of which overlapped, and since photos can differ from real people, it was quite troublesome.
Fortunately, there was hardly anyone walking around in the courtyard. After much effort and repeated comparisons, I finally found
the middle-aged man I had seen that night. He had a decent appearance and a heroic air about him, not like someone from the underworld. The person listed on the list should
also be an official, named Jin Changsong. I secretly took a picture of him with my phone and sent it to my godfather.
When I got to the second floor, I found the propaganda department and discovered that Section Chief Zhang was just a deputy section chief. He had a wide nose and a big mouth, but unfortunately, his eyes
were small, and he had a large mole near his mouth. He looked like a glutton. I rattled off some nonsensical plans and schemes to him
, all of which were just polite pleasantries. Since I wasn't genuinely interested in any joint training, I just played along, going
around in circles and beating around the bush. Deputy Section Chief Zhang kept trying to trick me, his main goal being to extract some personal benefits.
Normally, this kind of training could be done for 50,000 to 80,000 yuan, but this lowly section chief, a mere deputy,
was demanding 500,000 yuan, even stating that 200,000 yuan of it was his, and he'd also give me 30,000 to 50,000 yuan for cigarettes and alcohol. Seeing that he
wasn't hiding anything anymore, I could only make up a lie, saying the company's budget was only 30,000 yuan. His face changed, and he immediately opened
his office door, casually saying something like, "The fire brigade has a heavy training schedule lately, we really can't make arrangements," and then started to
dismiss me.
My task was complete, and I didn't want to argue with him any longer, so I just left. It was almost noon, so I found
a small restaurant to eat at. I wanted to ask my godfather, but I'd just sent him a message, and asking immediately felt too nosy. Because
my godfather and I had an agreement that he would contact me unless it was something particularly important, and
because he was very cautious and changed his secret phone number frequently, "Ghost Three" had remained a ghost-
like presence in Linjiang for many years.
I took out my phone and swiped around aimlessly, not knowing what to do. I watched a few office workers next to me playing
some mobile game after dinner, and couldn't help but feel a little envious. I'm really bad at games; I can't
even keep up with those kinds of games that elementary school kids play. A WeChat message flashed in—"Little brother, are you free tonight?" It was a
Monday, a workday; where would Xing Cui find the time? I was quite bold; I tested her a bit, and she said that tonight's evening self-study session
had been moved to the weekend, and she could show me around the school that evening. There was a newly opened multimedia classroom that was particularly beautiful.
I don't have classes tonight, so I can go in and chat for a bit. That sounds interesting. I'll go back to my place and rest first, then I can
have a serious "chat" with my aunt tonight.

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