endless indulgence from father

Chapter 1
"Dad, you always think of me first, but we children are so inconsiderate, always causing you worry. Today, I'll do you a favor and wash your feet to express my gratitude." Shu Ting's voice was full of emotion.
"No, no, girl, there's not much hot water, just enough for you. Don't waste it." Old Su waved his hands repeatedly.
"Dad already washed my feet at noon, just tonight, it'll be fine." Old Su wasn't lying. He naturally had sweaty feet, and they smelled terrible when he took off his shoes and socks. To avoid bothering his clean-loving daughter-in-law Shu Ting, he would soak his feet in hot water every day when he came home from outside at noon and then change into new socks.
This was something that Old Su, who was used to being carefree, would find unbearable. However, out of his obsession with Shu Ting, he had stubbornly persisted in doing this thing that he originally hated for half a month. Now, it had become a habit, and he felt particularly uncomfortable if he didn't wash his feet for a day.
"How about I bear with it and let Dad wash them? It's only one day, it's fine." Shu Ting hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to speak, suppressing her displeasure.
For her, who loved cleanliness, not washing her feet for a day was worse than death.
"Girl, Dad has an idea. Let's not keep passing the buck like this. If you don't mind Dad being dirty, let's wash together. After all, the power's out, and things can't always be as perfect as usual." "How could that be, Dad? That's a great idea." Shu Ting's face lit up with a smile. These past few days, Old Su had always kept himself clean and tidy. Coupled with his meticulous care for her, Shu Ting's previous impression of him as slovenly had completely changed.
Since Old Su had made up his mind, Shu Ting didn't argue with him anymore. She simply took her delicate, white feet out of her slippers and carefully placed them into the basin of water.
Old Su's eyes widened involuntarily. Shu Ting's snow-white jade feet gave him a tremendous sensory stimulation.
Shu Ting's feet were small, unlike the ugly, large feet of the mountain women. Her small feet not only had fair and smooth skin, but the curve of her arches was also almost perfect. Her slender, short toes looked like silkworms sleeping side by side, with bright red nail polish on them. They looked gentle and lovely yet playful. Under the dim candlelight, they were simply a work of art.
Because she was used to hot water, Shu Ting had set the temperature in the basin slightly higher than her body temperature. At first, Shu Ting didn't dare to put her snow-white jade feet in completely, only curling her big toes and carefully testing the water temperature. Only when her snow-white feet were completely adapted to the temperature of the foot bath water did she slowly soak her entire small feet in.
Although Shu Ting thought this series of actions was normal, in Old Su's eyes, this beautiful woman's foot bath was utterly seductive.
Snow-white feet, reflected in the clear foot-washing water, their bright red toenails gleaming alluringly in the water. Old Su's desire flared instantly; he felt an overwhelming urge to hold those little feet in his hands, then put them in his mouth and lick them thoroughly.
Although Old Su, as a soldier, possessed exceptional self-control, he couldn't resist the temptation of those little feet. He bent down, placed his rough hands into the basin, and carefully began to massage Shu Ting's feet soaking in the water.
"Dad, you..."
Shu Ting's voice held a hint of shyness.
"Girl, Dad will wash yours first. Dad's feet are dirty. After you're done, Dad will wash his own." As he spoke, Old Su lifted one of Shu Ting's little feet from the basin, his rough hands rhythmically stroking it.
During the years his wife was dying, Old Su washed her feet almost every day, developing a unique skill in combining foot washing with massage. Although his hands were somewhat rough, with just the right amount of pressure, Shu Ting felt a constant, tingling, and comfortable sensation in her feet, and couldn't help but close her eyes to enjoy it.
Playing with Shu Ting's feet was also a great pleasure for Old Su. If it weren't for the concern that Shu Ting would discover his wicked intentions, Old Su probably would have already put her snow-white toes in his mouth.
Holding Shu Ting's fair and delicate feet, Old Su's lustful desires surged, and the pressure of his massage unconsciously increased. He couldn't openly hold her feet and caress them properly yet; the only thing he could do was use the so-called foot washing and massage to take advantage of her.
"Dad, you should wash too, or the water will get cold." Feeling the water temperature in the basin rapidly dropping, Shu Ting, enduring the comforting sensation on her little feet, softly reminded Old Su.
"Okay, okay,"
Old Su replied somewhat disappointedly, putting down the little feet he was holding, taking off his shoes and socks, and soaking in the water with Shu Ting.
Suddenly, Shu Ting lifted her cute little feet, playfully placing her snow-white toes on Old Su's broad instep. Compared to his enormous feet, Shu Ting's snow-white feet were barely half the size of his.
The soft, delicate touch, transmitted through their unobstructed contact, reached Old Su's body, making his head feel like it was about to explode.
Shu Ting seemed to enjoy this act of placing her delicate feet on Old Su's large feet, gently increasing the pressure on her snow-white toes. Looking at the pair of feet reflected in the clear water, her soft voice seemed to carry an ethereal quality from another world.
"Dad, people say we're as close as father and daughter, and I think so too. Look, don't our feet look like a father and daughter holding hands?" "Yes, yes, so much so..." Old Su agreed repeatedly, trying to hide the dryness in his throat.
Shu Ting's small feet were snow-white and delicate, like freshly solidified cream, while his large feet were dark and rough. The stark contrast between the black and white feet held an indescribable allure in Old Su's eyes.
Looking at the clearly contrasting small feet in the basin, Old Su's thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to his youth.
He remembered when he and his wife weren't married yet, he once led a group to the mountains to hunt wild boars. The boar was killed, but he injured his arm in the struggle.
During that time, his daily life was taken care of by his wife, who was still a young woman. Her favorite thing to do was to prepare water for him to wash his feet, and then they would wash their feet together in the same basin. While washing his feet, she would press her foot firmly on top of his.
However, compared to Shu Ting now, her reason back then seemed rather rustic and laughable.
According to the customs of the mountains, if unmarried men and women washed their feet together, whoever's foot was on top would determine their status in the household after marriage.
Old Su naturally knew these rules, but being a soldier, he possessed a gentlemanly humility and deference towards women. To him, as long as his wife was with him, it didn't seem to matter whose way of doing things at home. No matter how things went between them, it wouldn't matter in someone else's home.
"Dad, people say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life. I think I must have been your lover in my past life, which is why you love me so much in this life," Shu Ting's gentle voice rang in Old Su's ears again, making him feel refreshed.
"Girl, nonsense. What past lives and future lives? How can someone so young be so superstitious?" Old Su chuckled reproachfully, but he swallowed the rest of his sentence.
*I don't care about past lives or future lives, as long as you're my woman in this life.*
He repeated those words to himself countless times, the words rising to his throat only to be swallowed back down each time.
The time wasn't right. If he were to say such things, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Despite wavering between desire and reason these past few days, Old Su, as if possessed, continued to methodically advance the plans he had written in his notebook. To him, he was now a seasoned hunter, and his target was the most elusive little fox in the forest. Shu Ting was gentle and charming, but on
the other hand, this girl was definitely a quirky and mischievous one. Her mind was exceptionally sensitive, and any unusual behavior could expose his intentions, leading to the failure of the entire plan.
"Dad, this isn't superstition, it's just what people say online." Shu Ting stuck out her pink tongue at him mischievously, her small white feet slapping against the large foot she was pressing down on.
"Anyway, I just feel that having such a good father-in-law like Dad to take care of me is a blessing I must have accumulated in my past life." "Girl, you're so sweet-talking. Tell me honestly, are you trying to get me to buy you something again?" Old Su pretended to be serious and put on a stern face.
"Our Party's policy has always been to be lenient for those who confess and severe for those who resist. If you refuse to confess, you are going against the entire people, the entire working class and peasantry. If you refuse to repent, then I, on behalf of the people and the Party, will give you the most severe trial!"
In Chapter Two,
Old Su's feigned seriousness amused Shu Ting, who giggled and splashed water everywhere with her snow-white little feet.
"You've found out, my dear comrade of the People's Liberation Army. You're right. I am Shu Ting, the Kuomintang traitor hiding among your people, known as the flower of the Military Unity Bureau." Shu Ting smiled teasingly, stood up with her snow-white little feet on Old Su's big feet, put her hands on her hips, and pout, looking arrogantly like, "What can you do to me?"
Seeing Shu Ting's mischievous, sprite-like appearance, Old Su's lust, which had just subsided after going to the toilet, was instantly reignited.
He abruptly stood up from the basin, scooped up Shu Ting's petite body, and carried her to the nearby kang (heated brick bed).
Feeling her feet leave the ground, Shu Ting was filled with shock. The scene of Su Zhijun tearing her clothes while drunk that afternoon was like a deep-seated nightmare, sweeping back into her mind.
That day, she was terrified. Facing Old Su's towering, almost black, frame and his bloodshot eyes, she was truly afraid he would transform into a ferocious beast, pinning her down and ruthlessly ravaging her.
That day, she had used all her strength to successfully escape from Old Su's grasp. To prevent him from harassing her again while drunk, Shu Ting locked herself in her bedroom for the entire afternoon, keeping the door locked.
In the closed room, Shu Ting felt utterly lost for the first time. She wanted to tell her husband, but remembering what had happened in the village a few days ago, she was terrified. If she did, her words would shatter the family completely.
The terrifying incident dates back to this summer. Wang Laogen, a villager, slept shirtless in his yard every day to cool off. Sometimes, he would wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and even take a shower naked under the solar water heater.
But that night, when Wang Laogen got up again to shower in the converted water room, he discovered a smooth, white body inside.
As soon as Wang entered, the body's owner grabbed his naked body and screamed for help. The pitiful cries attracted the neighbors, and Wang finally saw that the person hugging him in the water room was his daughter-in-law.
Because the cries for help came from the daughter-in-law, and because Old Wang was naked, everyone believed her story. Countless rumors and even the insults he'd heard years before were hurled at Old Wang. Unable to bear the pressure, he ultimately hanged himself.
Later, in a drunken stupor, the daughter-in-law finally revealed the truth to her sister-in-law: Old Wang had been hiding tens of thousands of yuan in savings. To trick him into handing over the money to buy a car, she had timed it perfectly, deliberately going naked to the bathhouse to set a trap, using village gossip to force him to give her the money.
With the truth revealed, the ruthless daughter-in-law naturally received her just deserts. However, for the kind-hearted Shuting, while she hated the cruel daughter-in-law, she also deeply sympathized with the innocent father-in-law.
That incident made her fully realize the power of public opinion. If she were to spread the word, who knew if her father-in-law would suffer the same fate as poor Wang Laogen, unable to withstand the gossip and ultimately meeting a tragic end?
Based on this consideration, the kind-hearted Shu Ting constantly reminded herself that the main reason her father-in-law had acted so out of control that day was because he was drunk. People often make mistakes when drunk, mistakes they themselves are unaware of, and any mistake made while intoxicated is forgivable.
Although she constantly comforted herself with these words, Old Su's rude behavior that day still haunted her like a nightmare, repeatedly replaying in her mind.
But now, Old Su was like a bull in heat, directly picking her up. That nightmare flashed through Shu Ting's mind like a movie, her small, white hands involuntarily clutching her chest, her body reflexively trembling.
Just then, Lao Su had already placed Shu Ting on the bed. Seeing Shu Ting's frightened expression, like a startled little rabbit, Lao Su's heart was filled with deep guilt and unease.
After years of military service, a concept had long been deeply ingrained in his mind: a man can freely pursue the woman he likes, but to obtain a woman by force is to be a beast.
Understanding this, Lao Su forcefully suppressed the lust in his heart, gritted his teeth, and placed Shu Ting on the bed. He casually picked up a towel from beside the plastic basin, gently cupped Shu Ting's little feet, and softly wiped the water off them, murmuring softly as he did so.
"Girl, it's so cold, you can't be so naughty. If your feet get cold, you'll suffer when you're old." Her little feet, still steaming from the hot water, were a beautiful sight. The snow-white skin had turned a rosy pink from the heat, making Old Su yearn to hold them in his hands and kiss them thoroughly.
Although he harbored a deep longing and desire for Shu Ting's beautiful feet, Old Su forcefully suppressed his burning desire with his soldier-like willpower, striving to keep his voice calm.
"Dad!"
Shu Ting's uneasy heart quickly calmed down, and her eyes were filled with clear guilt as she looked at Old Su.
It seemed she had really overthought things; Old Su's drunken outburst that day was entirely an accident.
Although she seemed to understand the truth, Shu Ting's heart was not at peace. On the contrary, a seed seemed to have been planted in her heart.
My father-in-law is also a man, and he's only in his fifties. Because of the good living standards now, he still has sexual desires and needs to have his own sex life in his later years. If we continue to let him stay single, who knows if he'll really go crazy from being so repressed.
To avoid losing his composure, Old Su didn't linger too long on Shu Ting's fair and delicate feet. After drying them, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a flashlight, took the foot-washing water outside to empty it, and returned to his room. He then picked up a brand-new deck of cards and went back to the main house.
When he returned, he couldn't resist finding a pair of Shu Ting's white cotton socks with light blue patterns from the clothes drying on the rooftop and bringing them back for her.
Holding the socks and the deck of cards, Old Su sat down beside Shu Ting and carefully put the socks on her, indulging in a little hand-to-hand maneuvering.
"Dad, you really are..."
Shu Ting's voice was full of gratitude.
"Girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I've never had a daughter in my life. In my heart, you're my own daughter." "Girl, it's still early. I guess you can't sleep. How about we play a few rounds of cards? When it's time, I'll take you back to your room." Old Su said, placing the playing cards on the kang table and moving the candlestick over to place it on the table as well.
"I'm not very good at playing. Can you teach me?"
Su Ting smiled gently. Seeing Old Su sitting with her in the dim light, his smile unusually kind, her previously uneasy heart immediately calmed down.
She felt she had been a bit neurotic lately. Her father-in-law was so attentive to her, yet she still suspected he had ulterior motives.
Perhaps it was because her husband was away for so long. Although she didn't have much desire in their sex life, it had been several months since they had done it, and she inevitably felt lonely and restless, and many things couldn't help but drift towards those thoughts.
"Ugh, I'm just making trouble for myself."
Having figured this out, Shu Ting mentally scolded herself a few times, her face flushed, and she sat down opposite Lao Su, hugging her legs.
"This game is played like this,"
Lao Su said, taking out playing cards and explaining in detail the rules of number guessing and fishing games common in Northeast China.
However, he didn't tell Shu Ting that these card games were actually games often played by young men and women in love.
The rules were simple; Shu Ting only listened to Lao Su's explanation once and immediately learned about 70-80% of it. After a few more rounds, she was basically hooked and started playing enthusiastically with Lao Su.
Because they were games for lovers, both games were very fun, emphasizing interaction between the two. In no time, the atmosphere between them became extremely harmonious.
Old Su had learned this game since childhood. Although he hadn't played it for many years, he still played it with ease. If he were to play against Shu Ting at his normal skill level, he would probably beat her until she cried for her parents in no time.
However, in such a game, a man wouldn't truly show his gentlemanly manners if he didn't let the woman win a few rounds.
With Old Su intentionally letting her win, Shu Ting won repeatedly. In her excitement, she couldn't help but raise her small, white fist and shout joyfully, bringing the atmosphere in the room to a climax.
Chapter 3
Looking at his daughter-in-law's flushed face due to excitement, Old Su's memories unconsciously returned to his youth.
It was an era of extreme material scarcity. Although the village had electricity, due to poverty, even the village chief's family had little entertainment besides an old-fashioned pre-liberation electrical box. Once it got dark, ordinary villagers had nothing to do but go to bed early and frantically try to conceive with their wives on the kang (heated brick bed).
Although their material and spiritual lives were nowhere near as good as they are now, Old Su still cherished countless sweet memories.
It was around this time of year, shortly after his marriage, before their son Zhiyong was born. Their only entertainment after dinner was playing cards under the dim light.
Back then, his wife was as lively and adorable as Shu Ting, and just as gentle and considerate. His skillful card playing would always leave her pouting, complaining incessantly.
Often, Old Su would deliberately let her win a few rounds, but even then, she wouldn't be happy. Instead, she would greedily and mischievously peek at his cards. At these times, Old Su
would pretend not to notice, letting her see his cards, only to have her beat him utterly and decisively.
Despite his fiery temper, Old Su never vented his anger on his wife. On the contrary, he always believed that women needed to be loved and cared for by their men. No matter how much he suffered or how angry he was, he never took it out on her. If he couldn't hold back any longer, he would lock himself in the woodshed and punch a specially made sandbag with all his might.
His wife would always be overjoyed after her victory, even after they were in bed, she would still chatter about playing cards, her face flushed with excitement.
Often at this time, Old Su would lift her blanket and slip inside her, pressing his body tightly against hers.
Despite living in the freezing cold of Northeast China, people lying on a warm kang (heated brick bed) don't like to wear even a single extra layer of clothing. Instead, they strip naked as soon as they get on the kang, letting their bodies lie there unabashedly, basking in the warmth of the kang.
Old Su and his wife from back then were no exception. Once on the kang (heated brick bed), they would take out the quilt from the cabinet beside the kang, roll it into a quilt tub, and immediately lie naked inside, letting the kang warm their icy bodies until they were as hot as boiled shrimp.
Although they appeared gentle and dignified on the outside, once inside the quilt tub, his wife would become passionate and fiery. Her slender, snow-white arms would tightly embrace Old Su, who had crawled in from outside the tub, and her petite and lovely body would press him down. Before he could react, her snow-white hands would already be grasping his huge penis and stroking it up and down.
On the bed, his wife was like a hen in heat, ready for the rooster to step on her eggs. While stroking his huge penis with her small hands, her other hand would vigorously rub her pink and moist clitoris, and as she rubbed, she would continuously emit rhythmic moans like those of someone who was ill.
Amidst these groans, Old Su's blood boiled. His already enormous penis instantly hardened, like a frozen corn cob hanging outside a window.
Sensing the change in Old Su's penis, his wife would mount him without him even lifting a finger, her already soaking wet body directly encasing his penis, which was larger than a boiled duck egg, and wildly writhing her petite frame.
Because it was so large, even after only half of it entered his wife's body, Old Su could feel the head of his penis already touching her cervix. It was warm and moist, yet incredibly tight, with a very elastic soft mass of flesh in the center. If he didn't forcefully suppress the urge to ejaculate, he would probably ejaculate in just a few thrusts.
Thinking of the sweetness of the past, Old Su felt a pang of sadness. When playing cards, he became somewhat absent-minded, often making mistakes that allowed Shu Ting to win several rounds in a row.
Overjoyed by her victory, Shu Ting chirped and chattered like a cute little lark, urging Lao Su to play his cards quickly.
Looking at the beautiful woman before him, whose expressions shifted between joy and anger, Old Su suddenly had a premonition: his wife, who had passed away many years ago, had returned, transformed into Shu Ting, and re-entered his life.
A clear, bell-like voice pulled Old Su back to reality. He could clearly feel that this beautiful yet mischievous daughter-in-law had brought back the youthful vitality and energy of his wife to their long-dormant home.
Old Su hadn't felt this vitality for countless years, and now, experiencing it through Shu Ting, his heart unknowingly succumbed to temptation. The incestuous demon within him uncontrollably took control once more.
"Girl, you are the most precious gift God has given me, Old Su. It is God who saw my pitiful state and sent this angel to comfort and accompany me," Old Su murmured to himself, his eyes burning with lust as he looked at Shu Ting.
At this moment, Shuting was completely absorbed in the card game, excitedly looking at the cards in her hand, oblivious to Lao Su, who was almost turning into a werewolf.
Although his heart was almost completely consumed by evil, Lao Su's conscience was still struggling frantically.
As a former soldier, he was used to being bound by various rules and regulations. In his eyes, the ethics and morality of the whole society were like the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head, tightly binding his heart.
Although his desire for Shuting had long since reached the point of being uncontrollable, a voice in his last shred of rationality kept reminding him that Shuting was his daughter-in-law. Once he crossed that forbidden line, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In this internal struggle, Lao Su's cards became increasingly haphazard.
That's how playing cards is; once you make a mistake, it seems that your luck will be taken away by those mistakes, and good cards will never appear in your hand again.
In this situation, Old Su was completely thrashed, and Shu Ting became increasingly gleeful. Seemingly finding mere finger-grinding unsatisfying, Shu Ting shook Old Su's arm, playfully telling him that whoever lost again would have a sticker stuck to their face.
Under Shu Ting's gentle yet rhythmic shaking, Old Su suddenly sobered up. Looking at the cards laid out before him, the battle between good and evil in his mind seemed to have reached a final decision.
Since he couldn't make a decision himself, why not leave his fate to God, and gamble with God one more time, as he had done before?
This was a habit Old Su had developed on the Vietnam battlefield. Whenever faced with an indecisive situation, he would take out a coin, choosing "yes" on one side and "no" on the other, close his eyes to clear his mind, toss the coin into the air, catch it with the back of his hand, and make a decision based on the result shown on the coin.
Shu Ting was right in front of him, and making a decision with a coin toss was obviously impossible. However, this didn't stop Old Su from gambling with fate. He kept repeating a sentence in his mind: if Shu Ting really was the reincarnation of his old wife, then when she was desperately losing, she would probably do the same thing as his old wife back then—steal his cards, or even snatch them from his hand to play against two other players and win for him.
With this decision in mind, Old Su's spirits were instantly lifted, and his attention was completely focused on the cards. In just four or five rounds, Shu Ting's pretty face was covered with slips of paper.
"Girl, weren't you always playing cards so well before? How come you're all covered in slips of paper now?" Looking at Shu Ting's face covered with slips of paper, Old Su's voice was full of teasing.
"Ugh!"
Shu Ting pouted her pink lips in dissatisfaction, her snow-white hands gripping the cards inside her hand tighter and tighter, afraid that if she wasn't careful, another one would be added to her face.
But no matter how cautious she was, how could she compare to Old Su, a master card player who had been playing this game his entire life? In the blink of an eye, a large newspaper was smeared all over her face.
Looking at Shu Ting's swollen face, Old Su felt no triumph, but rather an indescribable tension.
Having entrusted his fate to heaven, the final mystery was about to be revealed. He wanted to know if his thoughts about Shu Ting would be approved by fate.
Although he didn't believe in fate, at this moment, he preferred to believe that everything was a sign from heaven, even though his heart had essentially succumbed to the idea of pursuing Shu Ting as an ordinary woman.
At this moment, Old Su only had three cards left in his hand: a pair of twos and a very small card. Although he was nearly sixty years old, Old Su's memory was still exceptionally sharp. Without much conscious effort, he knew that Shu Ting only had one King left.
"Girl, what card do you think I should play this time?"
Old Su kept rearranging the cards in front of him, smiling as he asked Shu Ting.
Chapter Four
"You annoying dad, I'm your daughter-in-law! How can you bully me like this? It's so annoying!" Shu Ting murmured sweetly, snatching the remaining cards from Old Su's hand and throwing out the smallest one.
Then, pouting her cute little lips, she threw the rest of her cards heavily into the deck, picked up a pre-cut strip of paper, licked it with her pink tongue, and stuck it heavily on Old Su's forehead.
"Bad daddy, this is your punishment for bullying me!"
Shu Ting stood on the kang (heated brick bed), hands on her slender waist, her eyes full of provocation and mockery as she looked at Old Su.
Old Su's heart pounded uncontrollably. In the bright moonlight, the image of his deceased wife appeared before his eyes again.
At this moment, he involuntarily mistook Shu Ting for his wife who had been dead for more than three years.
"Shu Fen, is that you? You've come back,"
Old Su murmured to himself, his eyes filled with deep infatuation as he looked at Shu Ting.
His memory returned to twenty years ago, when his wife had just married him, and was as young as Shu Ting was now, as beautiful as a blooming white begonia. Almost every detail of her body stirred his longing and desire.
At this moment, Old Su completely forgot his gamble with himself, and involuntarily opened his arms to embrace the petite body before him. Tears welled in his old eyes, and he spontaneously recited an ancient poem.
"Ten years have passed, life and death have separated us, I try not to think of you, yet I cannot forget. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, no place to speak of my sorrow. Even if we met, you would not recognize me, my face covered in dust, my hair like frost. Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, you were combing your hair. We looked at each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces. I know that every year, at this place,
my heart will break, on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill." As he recited with deep emotion, Old Su was already in tears, his arms around Shu Ting so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Looking into her father-in-law's affectionate eyes, Shu Ting's heart trembled involuntarily.
Although she had graduated from university for almost three years, she still possessed the literary spirit of a talented woman from Jiangnan.
She loved words that were beautiful in themselves but also evoked sadness, and she loved the kind of beautiful love that could only be found in ancient books.
However, now that Lao Su has mistaken her for his deceased wife and made a heartfelt confession, she is not only shocked, but also understands Lao Su's deep affection for his wife, and is deeply moved.
Almost instinctively, she pressed her petite body against Old Su, feeling his strong arms and warm body temperature.
Time seemed to stand still; the snow-white moonlight illuminated the tightly embracing figures of the father-in-law and daughter-in-law, casting their long shadows on the wall.
Old Su felt a surge of pent-up rage within him, and he pressed Shu Ting's delicate body against the wall. His rough hands gently grasped her delicate chin, and his stubble-covered face pressed against hers, his dry lips meeting her moist, pink lips.
These past few days, Old Su had not only quit smoking but also paid special attention to his personal hygiene; just moments before, he had brushed his teeth, leaving a refreshing taste of mint toothpaste in his mouth.
Feeling Old Su's masculine warmth, Shu Ting unconsciously closed her eyes, letting his tongue, like an eel, explore her moist mouth.
Shu Ting's mouth was moist and soft, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance, which fueled the fire in Old Su's heart even more intensely. He couldn't help but hug her delicate body tightly, his rough hands reaching directly under the bottom of her white wool turtleneck sweater.
Feeling the roughness of Old Su's hands, Shu Ting finally snapped out of her daze from his passionate yet frenzied kiss, her snow-white hands covering her chest, stopping Old Su's next move.
"Dad, I'm your daughter-in-law, your son's wife, how could you..." Hearing Shu Ting's panicked voice, despite the burning passion in his heart, Old Su stopped his hands in disappointment.
"Shu Ting, I'm sorry, just now, I mistook you for..." Seeing his daughter-in-law clutching her chest, looking at him with eyes full of panic and reproach, Old Su quickly removed his hands from her bosom, his voice full of apology.
"I know you're treating me like your mother-in-law,"
Shu Ting said softly, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, not daring to look at Old Su's weathered face.
"Girl, it's getting late, go back and rest."
Old Su turned away with considerable disappointment, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, his shadow cast on the wall, appearing so lonely.
Shu Ting looked at Old Su for a while with a complicated expression, and finally obediently got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked out with her head down.
Seeing Shu Ting leave, Old Su impatiently closed his bedroom door, shone a flashlight on it, and took out the hardcover notebook filled with his desires and depravity. He quickly took off his clothes, crawled into bed, and carefully examined the notes he had left in the notebook over the past few days.
Initially, these notes were merely used to record the affairs between the scholar and his daughter-in-law, and to summarize methods for seducing his daughter-in-law based on the scholar's experiences.
But as time went on, Old Su poured all his infatuation and fantasies about Shu Ting into the notebook, turning it into a true diary of his love for his wife.
He picked up a ballpoint pen and carefully recorded every detail of the day. When he wrote about Shu Ting being held in his arms and passionately kissed under the moonlight, the demon within Old Su could no longer be suppressed; his enormous penis instantly swelled to its limit.
Old Su placed the notebook under his pillow, kicked back a corner of the blanket, letting his penis protrude outside, and gripped it tightly with his rough, old hands.
Imagining Shu Ting being held tightly in his arms, Old Su went mad, vigorously stroking his enormous penis up and down. The scene in his mind gradually transformed into what he actually wanted to do, but was restrained by the ethics and morality of the world, and could only imagine in his mind.
In his fantasy, Shu Ting didn't stop his next move, nor did she remind him of their identities. Instead, she let him hold her in his arms, kissing and kneading her passionately. He let his rough hands untie the bra straps hidden beneath her snow-white turtleneck, grasping and kneading her two small but perfectly shaped breasts, which almost completely fit his palms.
Her lips didn't leave his either; in the heat of passion, she gently parted her tightly clenched teeth, letting her pink tongue intertwine with his.
Driven mad by her moving tongue, he roughly pulled off her white turtleneck and pink bra with black stripes.
Although he had never seen the color of Shu Ting's nipples, he instinctively felt they must be pink, full of moisture, like two cherries just picked from a branch.
Just as Old Su was about to put Shu Ting's two pink nipples in his mouth, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his spine. Thick, hot semen, with a strong fishy smell, uncontrollably sprayed onto his clean bedding, everywhere, and some even splattered onto the newly painted walls, leaving a rather bizarre wet map. After releasing his pent-up desire
, Old Su collapsed weakly onto the disheveled bed. Due to not having done that kind of thing for many years, he felt that his stamina seemed to be getting shorter and shorter lately.
Especially when he imagined Shu Ting, he would always ejaculate prematurely at the most crucial moment. He even wondered if it was because of his age that his penis was starting to lose its effectiveness.
Even in his imagination, he still didn't go all the way with Shu Ting, but the pleasure of ejaculating still made Old Su feel refreshed. He slumped onto the warm kang bed and soon drifted off to sleep.
He slept like a log, but Shu Ting lay awake on her newly bought waterbed for a long time.
As a woman, she clearly felt Old Su's uncontrollable lust for her today.
However, being kind-hearted by nature, she felt no blame for Old Su's repeated offenses; instead, she felt a pang of sympathy.
She knew that nowadays, due to improved living conditions, even people in their sixties and seventies could still have normal sexual desires and emotional needs like young people.
As a child, Shu Ting felt secretly guilty for neglecting Old Su's feelings for so long. To provide a good life for her and her husband, Old Su had been like an old ox, silently dedicating himself to them, while they, as his children, could only take from him and had almost nothing to give back.
Thinking about this, tears welled up in Shu Ting's eyes.
She secretly made a decision in her heart: she would pay more attention to Old Su's life from now on, taking even better care of him, both in the details of daily life and in her affection for him.
That's not all. If a suitable candidate came along, she really wouldn't mind helping Old Su find a marriage partner.
Although marriage might cause many family disputes, Shu Ting believed that as long as she was tolerant enough, she could try her best to resolve these conflicts before they escalated.
Having made up her mind, Shu Ting lay back down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
In the following days, the relationship between the father-in-law and daughter-in-law seemed to have returned to normal.
However, both Old Su and Shu Ting knew very well that this normalcy was fundamentally different from the previous so-called normal state.
They tacitly avoided mentioning anything about that night, but anyone with eyes could clearly see that they were much closer than before.
Old Su was no longer the lazybones he once was, like a hibernating bear, confined to his home, only eating and sleeping.
Instead, he was like a vigorous steed, constantly busy with Shu Ting's needs, taking her to every possible place nearby.
Old Su was overjoyed; he seemed to have returned to his youth, accompanying his wife, who was just as lively and energetic as Shu Ting, on her travels. He felt an indescribable joy and warmth in his heart.
Shu Ting shared his happiness; for her, only by maintaining this joy and rhythm could her father-in-law truly overcome the loneliness and isolation brought on by his wife's passing.
However, neither of them expected that in this cheerful atmosphere, their relationship seemed to deepen unnoticed, even reaching the point of being inseparable.
Happy days are always fleeting. Just before the second snowfall of the winter, Shu Ting received a phone call from home.
Her mother, suffering from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, was now unconscious in her hospital bed. Given the current situation, the only thing Shuting could do was rush home to see her one last time.
Upon receiving the devastating news, Shuting wept uncontrollably. Old Su, however, was decisive. That very night, he found a taxi in the village, spending over five hundred yuan to take them directly to the provincial capital's airport. They then bought tickets for a flight to Jiangnan, arriving in Shuting's hometown that same evening.
It seemed they had forgotten to tell Zhiyong all of this; their long-term cohabitation had almost made them forget his existence.
After seeing Shuting, her mother completely lost all vital signs that night.
The tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases; the child desires to care for their parents, but they are no longer there. This is undoubtedly the greatest pain in the world. Shuting, suddenly losing her mother, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Living at home, everything she saw reminded her of her mother. The heavy grief almost kept her awake at night. Despite looking exhausted and yawning constantly, the moment her head hit the pillow, she was awakened by nightmares and unable to fall back asleep.
Tormented by this pain, Shuting looked incredibly haggard, losing more than two pounds.
Beside her were two men who would always put her first and loved her most, no matter the circumstances. Looking at Shuting's increasingly thin face, her father and Lao Su sat together every day, playing chess, their faces filled with worry.
"In-laws, take Shuting away. If we let her stay here every day, I'm afraid… I'm afraid this stubborn girl will leave with her mother because of her grief." Seeing the chessboard cornered by Lao Su, Shuting's father slammed a chess piece heavily onto the board.
"My dear in-law, three years ago, my wife also left me. So, I understand your pain and loneliness right now. How will you manage to take Shuting away at this time?" Seeing Shuting's father turn his face away in deep sorrow, Old Su's voice was equally heavy.
Deep down, he certainly wanted to take Shuting back to the Northeast. On one hand, it would effectively prevent her from being reminded of her husband by familiar sights and sounds. On the other hand, he still harbored some unpleasant thoughts about Shuting.
However, at this moment, he felt that doing so was too selfish and too hurtful to his in-laws' feelings. Raising a daughter for so many years, only to have her marry so far away and not return for so many years, was already somewhat unreasonable. Now, her mother was dead, her body barely cold, and he was already thinking of taking Shuting away? Such a thing was truly heartless.
"Father-in-law, please don't talk about reason or propriety. Xiaoting is our only daughter in this life. For us, as long as she's happy, even if we die, it's worth it!" The father-in-law's voice was filled with pain. "
Father-in-law, don't sound so sorrowful. I believe time changes everything. When my wife Shufen left me, I felt like my world had collapsed, but three years have passed, and I'm living a happy life." Old Su emotionally grasped his father-in-law's hand, his words heavy with meaning.
"Why don't you come back to the Northeast with us? Our house is big, and the nearby mountains are beautiful. You'll never want to leave." Although he felt that his father-in-law going back would only disrupt his and Shuting's peaceful life, Old Su still had to extend a sincere invitation. "
No, I won't go. This is my home. I'm not going anywhere else." The father-in-law's voice held an unyielding stubbornness.
"Father-in-law, please don't try to comfort me. I'm a teacher. Even without my wife, I still have my students, my career, and my chess. This world has given me so much, enough to completely heal the wound in my heart from losing my wife." "Father-in-law, I'm so sorry to have wronged you. I'm so sorry to have wronged you." Old Su gripped his father-in-law's hand tightly again.
"Father-in-law, to be precise, it's you who's been wronged. Shuting has told me these past few days that Zhiyong is busy with his business, and Shuting has been spoiled by us. She's so childish. From now on, you'll have to take good care of her." His father-in-law's voice was full of sincerity.
Since the decision had been made, Sun Lei naturally couldn't say anything more to his father-in-law. After spending two more days with his father-in-law in Jiangnan, he took Shuting and flew back to his hometown.
When the two arrived home, it was already evening. In the northeastern countryside, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys everywhere.
Old Su brought the distraught Shu Ting home. He hurriedly lit the boiler and started cooking dinner on the large stove in the main room.
Because of her grief, Shu Ting had a poor appetite for the past few days. To make it more palatable for her, Old Su made porridge with a mixture of rice and millet, and stewed pickled cabbage. Afraid that Shu Ting wouldn't like it, he also went next door to ask for some kimchi and a few salted duck eggs.
Back home, Old Su put the kimchi in a small bowl and split the salted duck eggs in half with a knife. By the time he had everything ready, Shu Ting had already struggled to her feet and placed the steaming porridge on the table for him.
"Dad, you eat. I have no appetite, I can't eat,"
Shu Ting said weakly, preparing to leave. Old Su, having gone to so much trouble for her, couldn't let her leave and quickly pulled her back onto the kang (heated brick bed).
"Girl, as the saying goes, food is the foundation of life. You'll get hungry if you skip a meal. You haven't eaten properly for so many days. Come on, sit here. Even if it's just for me, you have to eat more." "But I really have no appetite..." Shu Ting sat at the table, her brows furrowed in pain.
"Then let Dad feed you."
Old Su said, picking up an empty bowl and pouring half a bowl of boiling rice porridge into it. He shook it and stirred it with a ceramic spoon, constantly singing the lullabies he used to soothe children.
"Hot porridge, hot porridge, let it cool down first, little dog, little dog, wait a bit..." Watching him shake his head and sway, even though Shu Ting's heart was breaking, she still couldn't help but cover her cute little mouth and let out bursts of silvery laughter.
"Dad, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore, how can you treat me like this?" "Silly girl, in my heart, you will always be a child who never grows up. Being able to take care of you is my greatest happiness." Old Su looked at Shu Ting with deep affection, gently shaking the rice bowl in his hand.
Seeing Old Su's earnest expression, Shu Ting couldn't help but choke up. These past few days, she had been lost in her grief over losing her mother, neglecting the two men who loved her most.
"Girl, you're not allowed to cry while eating, or you'll stop eating and it'll be terrible," Old Su said with feigned concern, grabbing a napkin from the table and frantically wiping away her tears.
"Dad, I won't cry, I'll eat by myself..."
Shu Ting stubbornly tried to snatch the bowl away, but Old Su chuckled and took it back to his arms, then scooped up a spoonful with a small ceramic spoon and held it to Shu Ting's lips.
Shu Ting couldn't bear to refuse his gentleness any longer and obediently opened her mouth, letting him feed her spoonful by spoonful of rice porridge.
Old Su's movements were exceptionally gentle; he would put each spoonful in his own mouth to test the temperature until it felt just right before feeding it to Shu Ting. His meticulous manner was just like a mother feeding her baby.
However, Shu Ting was unaware that his other purpose in doing so was to unabashedly savor the unique flavor of Shu Ting on the spoon. This way of feeding him gave him the illusion of passionately kissing Shu Ting.
Chapter Six:
Under Lao Su's earnest persuasion, Shu Ting ate more than half a bowl of hot porridge before telling him that she couldn't eat anything more.
Due to the fatigue of the journey, Lao Su told her to take a shower first, and he would clean up the table.
By the time he finished cleaning up, Shu Ting had already finished showering and returned to her room, turning on the nightlight and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Lao Su stood downstairs, looking at the light in Shu Ting's room, and sighed heavily.
He knew he had to do something. As the saying goes, a mother and daughter are of one heart. With her mother-in-law gone, it was as if Shu Ting's soul had been ripped away. Even if she left Jiangnan and avoided being reminded of her mother-in-law by familiar sights, how could he so easily comfort his daughter's heart?
He wanted to do something, but realized he'd already said almost everything he needed to say. Going back to repeating the story about emptying the manure was pointless.
So, he went back to his room, wanting a shot of liquor to ease his mind, but then he remembered his promise and pushed the bottle aside.
Looking at the bottle lying on the kang (heated brick bed) and the linoleum floor, Old Su suddenly realized something. He quickly picked it up, ran to the yard, climbed onto the roof, gathered a small basket of raw peanuts, went back inside, grabbed the liquor bottle, and knocked on Shu Ting's door.
The door opened after a long pause. Shu Ting stood there, looking at Old Su with a lost expression, wondering what he was up to.
"Girl, Dad knows you're upset, and I know you won't be able to sleep at night locked in your room. Instead of that, why don't we go to my room, sit on the kang (heated brick bed), have a good chat, drink some wine, and talk for a while? Maybe with the help of alcohol, you'll be able to get a good night's sleep." Shu Ting was a quiet woman, and normally she would never agree to this. However, she had just lost her mother, and her heart was like a ship that had lost its course. The pain of losing her loved one had completely broken her spirit, and perhaps only the numbness of alcohol could help her find relief.
"Dad, let's go!"
Shu Ting agreed to Old Su without any hesitation and went back to his room with him. Old Su set up the kang table, placed the winnowing basket filled with raw peanuts, and filled two cups with wine.
Shu Ting picked up her glass and downed the liquor in one gulp, immediately choking and coughing from the pungent liquid. She had always been well-mannered, drinking only juice from elementary school to university, regardless of the occasion. This was her first time drinking alcohol, and she never expected the Northeastern liquor to be so strong.
"Drink slowly, child. Dad knows you're suffering, but don't ruin it for yourself. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I've been through similar things myself..." Old Su took a sip, recalling the difficult years after his wife's passing. A person who had been with him for decades was a companion in old age. Even after his wife passed away, he still felt she hadn't left; her image was everywhere—in the kitchen, in the cupboards. His
rough hands rubbed off the red skins of peanuts as Old Su popped them into his mouth, recounting his past sorrows to Shu Ting. Shu Ting, already deeply attached to her mother, was immediately moved to tears.
The father-in-law and daughter-in-law drank and chatted all the way, until finally, they started thinking about their own sad stories and hugged each other, sobbing uncontrollably. Even though Shu Ting had cried her eyes out, Old Su still stirred up her
emotions, and she cried even harder. "Alright, the past is the past. We still have to live our lives," Old Su said, seeing that Shu Ting had cried enough and knew that the pent-up resentment in her heart had subsided. He simply picked up his glass and clinked it with Shu Ting's.
Shu Ting was already quite drunk, the alcohol choking her. She hadn't even drunk half a glass when she sprayed out the peanuts she had eaten, splattering them all over herself.
With the spraying of the discounted liquor, Shu Ting reached her limit, collapsing unconscious on the kang (heated brick bed). Even though she was unconscious, she was still spraying liquor and chewed peanuts, which flowed down her neck and into her body.
"How did this girl get so drunk?"
Old Su shook his head. He had a high alcohol tolerance, and this amount of alcohol was hardly enough to satisfy him. Seeing Shu Ting collapsed on the kang (a heated brick bed), making a mess of himself, Old Su quickly cleared the kang table, went out to fetch hot water in a plastic basin, and wiped the linoleum floor clean.
Shu Ting was now vomiting violently, her body covered in alcohol and vomit. Old Su shook his head helplessly and picked up the unconscious Shu Ting.
Shu Ting was wearing a white V-neck wool sweater and black cashmere thermal leggings. With her vomiting, she was covered in filth, and residual alcohol had even seeped into her underwear down her neck.
Helpless, Old Su had to remove her sweater and leggings. The scene before him left him speechless.
Her daughter-in-law's skin was snow-white. Today, she wore a mixed-color bra with white lace trim and purple silk cups that tightly hugged her full breasts, creating a long, alluring cleavage.
Seeing that Shu Ting's bra was stained with leftover wine, Old Su sighed, suppressing his desire. He unhooked the bra from behind and took it off. A pair of small, but perfectly round, white breasts immediately stood out, completely drawing Old Su's attention.
Shu Ting's nipples were small, about the size of cherry seeds, and because of her fair skin, they were a perfect pink, unlike the village women who didn't even have areolas.
Old Su clearly felt the alcohol rush to his head, and his body felt like it was on fire.
"No, Su Zhijun, although you like her, what you're doing now is taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. You're a soldier, a soldier doing such a shameless thing—all those years of service have been wasted!" Old Su slapped himself hard. Although his gambling had gradually helped him overcome his ethical hurdle, he absolutely couldn't bring himself to drug and rape the woman he loved while drunk.
His military career had instilled in him a deep belief that whatever he wanted, he should strive for it honestly and fairly. He, Su Zhijun, truly despised anything obtained through despicable means.
To avoid becoming a beast himself, Old Su simply closed his eyes and used a warm, freshly washed towel to clean Shu Ting's body, biting his lip as he wiped away the filth.
"Mom, don't leave me, don't leave me..."
Shu Ting suddenly murmured in a dreamlike voice, hugging Lao Su with her snow-white arms and pressing his head tightly into her chest.
Because she had just drunk alcohol, Shu Ting's body was hot, yet so soft. This embrace was like the last straw, completely breaking Lao Su's nerves.
As if possessed, Lao Su pressed Shu Ting down on the bed and frantically kissed her round breasts, moving from her breasts to her right nipple, then sucking on it frantically until his mouth was dry, before finally releasing Shu Ting's body.
The nipple he was sucking stood erect, defiantly erect, its barbs engorged with blood and becoming particularly prominent.
Old Su was completely driven mad. He reached out and pulled down Shu Ting's long johns and underwear together. Shu Ting had always had a good figure; her legs, though not long, were incredibly slender. Now, because of her mother's death, she had clearly lost weight, her waist looking incredibly thin. Through her snow-white belly, one could clearly see the delicate bones.
Feeling his long penis painfully pressed against the cotton pants, Old Su simply pulled off the cumbersome pants, revealing a penis longer than a child's arm. He straddled Shu Ting, preparing to penetrate her, but was awakened by his own consciousness and conscience.
"Su Zhijun, you bastard, what are you doing?"
Old Su cursed as he left Shu Ting's body, but his eyes seemed bewitched, constantly lingering on Shu Ting's body. Her figure was so slender, her skin whiter than silk. What aroused Old Su the most was the triangular patch of hair between her legs, black and shiny, seemingly inviting him to enter.
"Never mind, damn it!"
Old Su cursed, quickly coming up with a compromise. He lay face down on the kang (heated brick bed), his body spread at a sixty-degree angle to Shu Ting's, his face aimed at the alluring area between her legs.
Having done this, Old Su gently parted Shu Ting's legs. Although she was married, because she had never given birth, Shu Ting's labia were still pink, her labia majora like butterflies in flight, unable to completely conceal the tempting pink opening.
Old Su couldn't wait any longer. He opened his mouth and frantically sucked on one of Shu Ting's labia majora, sucking hard. Although Shu Ting had no desire due to her deep sorrow, and there was little lubrication, Old Su could still smell that captivating scent, a salty, pungent aroma with a hint of hormonal stimulation.
Stimulated by the smell, Old Su went completely mad, his body thrashing wildly on the kang (heated brick bed), slapping the linoleum floorboards with a loud crackling sound. His massive penis rubbed against the scalding floorboards with each thrust, until finally, thick semen sprayed all over the floorboards.
Chapter Seven:
Warm sunlight shone on the sweltering kang. Shu Ting, feeling weak and sore all over, rubbed her eyes, only to find herself sleeping naked in Old Su's room.
Remembering Old Su's somewhat inappropriate behavior towards her recently, Shu Ting felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly sat up, nervously checking her body.
There was no semen residue on her pubic hair, and she felt no foreign object inserted into her vagina. Old Su hadn't done anything irrational to her; as a woman, Shu Ting could tell.
Realizing she had misunderstood Old Su, Shu Ting felt incredibly ashamed and simply hid under the covers, pressing her burning face against the kang.
The hangover from last night left her feeling weak and her head throbbing as if it were about to split open.
Shu Ting noticed the kang table placed upright beside her, and on the other side, the quilt was neatly folded. Despite being retired from the military for many years, Old Su was still meticulous about his personal life; the quilt was folded like a freshly cut tofu block.
Clearly, after she got drunk last night, her father-in-law had cleaned her up, worried she'd get cold, and let her sleep in his room, while he slept on the other side of the kang table. Shu Ting quickly came up with a plausible explanation.
Unfortunately, her explanation was completely wrong. She could never have imagined how wild Old Su had been last night. Although his fingers and penis hadn't penetrated her body, his tongue had licked almost every inch of her skin—nipples, armpits, labia, vagina—leaving traces of his saliva and tongue in every hidden place.
Old Su himself had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated. Last night, he felt as if he had returned to his youth when he was newly married. As soon as he regained his energy, he would lie on the kang (a heated brick
bed) again, rubbing his long penis against the linoleum floor, frantically ravaging his daughter-in-law's fair and pure body with his tongue. Only when he was so exhausted that he could barely straighten his back did he wipe the semen off the kang with a towel, then place the kang table between the two of them, cover himself with the quilt, and fall into a deep sleep.
Back in the army, Old Su had been a reconnaissance soldier, so he naturally knew how to disguise himself. Even the most cunning Vietnamese soldiers could be fooled by him, let alone the naive Shu Ting.
"Girl, breakfast is ready."
Old Su's loud voice rang out in the room. Realizing that she was completely naked, Shu Ting felt extremely shy and quickly hid under the quilt, pretending to be asleep.
Old Su placed the thermos of milk on his side of the kang (heated brick bed), covered it with a towel, deliberately leaving a small gap in the teacup, sighed, and muttered, "Poor child, look what her mother's doing has made her like this," before leaving the room with a troubled expression.
As he left the room, Old Su chuckled to himself. Shu Ting's feigned sleep might fool others, but to him, a former reconnaissance soldier, it was nothing more than child's play. The
freshly warmed milk emitted a delicate fragrance. Shu Ting, who had drunk alcohol the night before and felt a burning sensation in her stomach, was immediately whetted by the milk. She quickly picked up the thermos and drank the milk in one gulp, feeling a warm comfort in her stomach.
She suddenly remembered that no one in her village raised dairy cows; to get milk, she had to travel more than ten miles to another village. Could it be that her father-in-law had gotten up early to fetch milk especially for her?
Thinking of this, Shu Ting was completely moved, and her longing for her mother was noticeably lessened.
Her father-in-law, despite his rough exterior, was incredibly thoughtful. If only her husband were half as considerate! At that moment, Shu Ting unconsciously compared her husband to her father-in-law. As
Shu Ting was lost in thought, Old Su's hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Shu Ting darted back into bed; she didn't want Old Su to see her naked while she was awake.
Old Su came in carrying a pile of clothes. He went to the kang table, tested the temperature of the kang with his hand, spread the clothes out on the kang, and then covered them with his own quilt.
Shu Ting, who had been secretly watching with half-closed eyes, was so moved that tears almost streamed down her face. What a thoughtful father-in-law! He went to such lengths to ensure she had enough warm clothes.
After doing all this, Old Su silently withdrew. Last night's exertion had left his back and knees aching, and he couldn't let Shu Ting notice a trace of it.
To catch up on sleep, Old Su went to a mahjong parlor. The owner was an old acquaintance of his, and he borrowed the owner's kang (heated brick bed). Ignoring the noise outside, Old Su slept until noon before stretching and getting up to go home for lunch.
"Old Su, you didn't get involved with the widow from the next village, did you? Look at you, you can barely straighten your back." The mahjong parlor owner's voice was teasing. Thinking of the thrill of his battle with his daughter-in-law last night, although they hadn't actually gone all the way, the thrill of crossing ethical boundaries still made Old Su's long queue stand up high.
"Looks like I'll have to drink some milk like my daughter-in-law from now on, otherwise these old bones will fall apart," Old Su thought shamelessly to himself, returning home with a flushed face.
Shu Ting had already prepared lunch, and upon seeing Old Su return, she immediately and attentively welcomed him into the house. Her virtuous demeanor made Old Su wonder if his wife had returned.
In the following days, Shu Ting's mood improved significantly, and she even began to smile when speaking to Old Su.
However, this did not mean that the young girl had truly overcome the pain of losing her mother. In the quiet of the night, she would still wake up from nightmares, crying until her pillow was soaked, then sitting on the bed hugging her knees until dawn.
Others might not know all this, but it certainly did not escape Old Su's eyes.
Three nights later, Shu Ting woke up from a nightmare again. She dreamed of her mother again. To avoid waking Old Su, she bit her pillowcase tightly, not allowing herself to make a sound, letting her tears silently slide down the pillowcase.
The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Before Shu Ting could react, Old Su had already barged in, sat down beside her, and turned on the nightlight.
"Dad, you..."
Shu Ting wiped away her tears, looking at Old Su helplessly.
"Girl, don't think Dad doesn't know anything. Let me tell you, I've seen you unable to sleep these past few nights, crying every day. Poor child, Dad's heart aches for you." Old Su's voice was full of heartache, making Shu Ting's heart ache even more. She hugged his strong body and cried uncontrollably.
Shu Ting cried until she was exhausted, then lay down on the bed. Old Su covered her with a blanket, lay down beside her, and gently patted her with his rough hands, humming a children's song.
"Little boy, little boy, carrying a schoolbag to school..."
"Dad, I'm not a child anymore."
Shu Ting felt that Old Su's appearance was both amusing and exasperating, and couldn't help but protest.
"Nonsense, in Dad's eyes, even if you're seventy or eighty, you're still a child. Good girl, sleep well, Dad will lull you to sleep." "Thank you, Dad, you're so kind." Shu Ting looked at Old Su with immense gratitude.
"I'm fine now, Dad, go back to sleep."
"Sleep my ass! Do you think Dad can sleep like this?" Old Su said, ignoring Shu Ting's pleas, he lay down next to her and gently patted her.
"Good girl, sleep well. Seeing you sleep so well makes Dad feel at ease." Old Su continued to pat Shu Ting with his large hand, singing a lullaby to her in a deep voice. Although this behavior seemed extremely childish, it was indeed the only thing he could think of doing for Shu Ting.
"Okay, okay."
Feeling the deep love in Old Su's voice, Shu Ting nodded with great emotion, took Old Su's rough left hand, and placed it on her face.
"Dad, you know, when I was little, my mom was a high school teacher. Because it was a boarding school, she had to live on campus. Back then, it was you who put me to sleep. I especially loved sleeping with your arm around my head. Dad, can I sleep with your arm around my head too?" "Sure, of course! Whatever you like, Dad will do." Old Su gave Shu Ting his left arm and leaned down next to her. Shu Ting turned to her side, wrapped her arms around Old Su's arm, and smiled sweetly at him.
"Alright, go to sleep, it's almost dawn."
Old Su urged, lying on the bed, greedily inhaling the fragrance of Shu Ting's body. Perhaps Shu Ting was tired from crying, and quickly fell asleep. Old Su pulled his left arm out and reached through the gap between her neck and the pillow, pulling her soft, fragrant body into his arms. He felt an indescribable peace and joy in his heart.
The feeling was strange. He didn't feel the same frenzied lust as he had on that drunken night. To him, the fact that Shuting could sleep in his arms like this was enough to make him feel content. This feeling seemed more like that of an old married couple, more like companions who could walk hand in hand through the years.
These days, Shuting had been unable to sleep at night because she missed her mother, and he, Lao Su, had also been worried about Shuting, sleeping less than four hours a night. Although he was at an age where he needed less sleep, it was still too little. Coupled with worry, his mind was exhausted to the limit.
Now, seeing Shuting sleeping soundly, Lao Su knew that he could finally get a good night's sleep.
Perhaps it was because they were both too tired, or perhaps it was because holding each other for warmth truly warmed their hearts, but they slept very soundly until after noon the next day, when they finally woke up slowly.
"Girl, I finally got enough sleep,"
Lao Su said, looking at the beauty in his arms, stretching comfortably.
"Oh dear, it's so late, Dad. If this keeps up, I'll really become a lazy old woman." Shu Ting said coquettishly, shyly wriggling away from her father-in-law's embrace.
"Silly girl, you've been so tired these past few days. How can you be energetic if you don't get a good night's sleep?" Old Su pinched her cute little nose, his voice filled with deep concern.
Chapter Eight:
Shu Ting's mental state recovered quickly. Her previously pale face had regained its color and vitality, and the weight she had lost had all returned.
All of this was thanks to Old Su's meticulous care. In these past few days, he had done everything a father-in-law could do. To him, Shu Ting was like a priceless treasure; he treated her with utmost care, as if she were a fragile gem.
However, what made him happiest was that Shu Ting seemed to have accepted the fact that he slept with her every night. Once, he couldn't refuse and went to a friend's house in the village for a card game. After four rounds of playing cards, the sky was already showing the first light of dawn. He thought Shu Ting was already asleep, but when he got home, he found the light still on in Shu Ting's two-story house.
Old Su panicked and rushed upstairs, only to find Shu Ting's bedroom door unlocked. Shu Ting was sitting on the bed in a light pink nightgown with a white fur collar, yawning repeatedly, but still forcing herself to stay awake and play on her phone.
"Girl, why aren't you asleep so late?"
Thinking that he had played cards all night, Old Su felt apologetic and lowered his head to Shu Ting, his face flushed.
"Dad, I'm waiting for you. I'm really scared without you by my side..." Shu Ting jumped out of bed, hugged Old Su's strong body with a pitiful expression, and cried uncontrollably.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, my good child. I swear, I'll never come home this late again." Old Su's heart was breaking at Shu Ting's tears. He quickly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her smooth, silky hair, and softly comforting her.
He could deeply feel that Shu Ting had developed a deep dependence on him, like a child relying on her father. His job was to continue playing that role, staying by her side until her heartbreak was completely healed.
Although this simple dependence was far from reaching the level of love, it already made Old Su feel content. His requirements for Shu Ting were actually very simple. Compared to lust, he preferred peaceful companionship. He was more than satisfied if the two of them could enjoy the rest of their lives as they had before.
Even Lao Su himself found this change in his thinking extremely strange. Originally, after he started to sinfully play with Shu Ting's body that night when he was drunk, his lust should have become even more intense. However, looking at Shu Ting's pitiful and helpless appearance, even though he had been by her side these days, he felt no lust at all, only heartache for Shu Ting.
Perhaps this is the kind of love that writers and poets are more willing to praise. Love is great because it transcends wealth and age, and is unrelated to lust; it's simply a pure dedication, thinking of the one you love.
In these past few days, Lao Su successfully achieved this. With his company, Shu Ting was once again like a happy little lark, even singing a few lines of pop songs when she was pleased, which truly warmed Lao Su's heart.
Moreover, the previously difficult evenings became joyful with Lao Su's company.
Shu Ting, like a child, lay on her side with her hands behind her head on the pillow, listening to Lao Su tell her stories. Often, she would be snoring loudly halfway through a story.
Unlike most elderly people of the same age, Old Su, though not highly educated, had a rich military background. His fellow soldiers came from all over the country, making for easy and enjoyable conversations. Being from Northeast China, he was naturally talkative. After returning to his hometown, he heard countless stories. With his excellent memory, he could recall most of the fantastical tales after hearing them only once, embellishing them as he recounted them, captivating Shu Ting.
Perhaps due to her deep longing for her mother, even in her sleep, Shu Ting would curl up, her small body constantly snuggling into Old Su's arms. At these times, Old Su would often embrace her, gently stroking her legs down with his rough hands until she stretched them out and slept peacefully.

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