Dad's vitality

The midday sun in late winter is a gift of nature that people living in the Northern Hemisphere cherish most, and Jia Li is no exception. She sat alone in a roadside café on a commercial street, ordering a cappuccino and a small piece of Black Forest cake, her fingers constantly swiping across her iPhone 4s.
At the next table sat a handsome young man of mixed race, who would occasionally steal glances at a beautiful young woman not far away. The woman, however, remained oblivious, her attention fixed on the China Gold store across the street. Jia Li's purpose was clear: she was there to find clues about the mistress Wu Jie had mentioned. She had been there since before 10 a.m., probably for over three hours.
Jia Li knew this was likely futile, but she persisted in observing from the café. Whenever she spotted a tall, beautiful young woman approaching the gold store, she would become extremely alert.
But tall, beautiful women like Jia Li weren't easy to find, especially since young women these days often frequented brands like Swarovski and Tiffany to choose jewelry. However, Jia Li guessed that Zhou Jianpeng and that vixen had been together for so many years, and it was very likely that Zhou Jianpeng had promised to divorce his wife and marry her. If that were the case, choosing gold and silver jewelry such as rings and necklaces would be one of the most important things for a woman in her life, and that woman might reappear. Since her husband wasn't home, she couldn't get any information through his phone, which became the only clue so far.
"Hi, hello, can we get to know each other?"
The handsome man was obviously impatient and took the initiative to chat with Jia Li.
Faced with the young and handsome man's tall and straight figure and deep and handsome features, Jia Li was not interested at all. She only glanced at him, and her beautiful eyes swept towards the window, where she was more interested.
The handsome man, who had been rejected, was obviously unwilling to give up. He was rich and handsome, and no girl had ever been able to resist his charming smile. He smiled faintly and made up his mind to conquer the beauty in front of him.
"My name is..."
"I have no interest in your name."
Jia Li didn't even look up at the handsome man again, and even rudely interrupted him.
The handsome young man was embarrassed. Although others would think they were a match made in heaven, perhaps it was just the two young lovers bickering.
Jia Li glanced at him again, and seeing that he was about to speak, she immediately said coldly, "You've been pampered since childhood, handsome and rich. Whether it's a woman or anything else, you can get whatever you want. But you don't know how to cherish what you have. Isn't that pathetic?"
The handsome young man was suddenly stunned and speechless.
"I'm already married. Please don't bother me anymore."
"But you're not wearing a ring, are you?"
The handsome young man managed to say, seizing the opportunity.
"Because I'm getting a divorce."
"Then I still have a chance. Why don't you try being with me..."
The handsome young man felt like he had grasped a single log in a vast ocean.
"I already have someone I love. I love him very much. He's older, not handsome, and doesn't have much money, but he truly loves me. You wouldn't understand yet because you're too young."
After Jia Li finished speaking, the expression on her face revealed a hint of disdain and contempt.
"I have something to do."
Jia Li's words were brief and hurried. She grabbed her bag and left the coffee shop.
She did have something important to do. Just moments before, while she was talking to the handsome mixed-race man, a tall, slender figure had flashed past and entered the jewelry store across the street.
Although it was brief, Jia Li could still recognize the woman.
It was Yang Mengjue!
Jia Li didn't have time to think. She quickly left the coffee shop and disappeared into the bustling crowd of the commercial street, leaving the young, handsome man standing there dumbfounded.
Jia Li quietly hid in the crowd, weaving and shifting for a long time, until Yang Mengjue walked out of the jewelry store. Only then did she walk to the counter where Yang Mengjue had lingered, gazing at the dazzling array of gold and silver rings, as if she had returned to the year five years ago when she was about to become a bride.
"Miss, which one do you like? You can try it on."
A sweet female voice pulled Jia Li out of her reverie.
"Um…"
Jia Li felt a little abrupt, but she quickly composed herself.
"Well, the beautiful lady looking at rings over there is my sister."
Jia Li lied without batting an eye, a quick wit that even she admired.
"I was just saying, she's so tall and has such a great presence."
The saleswoman immediately put on a smile.
"My parents don't know my sister is getting married yet. She's still young, but as her older sister, I support her."
Jia Li continued to cover up her previous lie. "Did she come here with my future brother-in-law?" "
Is he a tall, handsome young man?"
"Yes, yes."
The saleswoman answered immediately.
"That's good. You don't know my sister, she changes boyfriends faster than she changes clothes because she's pretty. Since she's getting married, it's best if she stays with the same one."
Jia Li's delicate face showed a relieved expression, but inside she was filled with mixed feelings.
If that mistress really was Yang Mengjue, she thought she would definitely kill that woman. Suddenly recalling Yang Mengjue's hesitant words at the Qingya Pavilion dinner, Jia Li became even more suspicious. This woman stole Fang Lei six years ago; could she be stealing Zhou Jianpeng now?
She tried hard to suppress her anger, politely finished telling the fabricated story to the sales clerk, and then quickly left the jewelry store.
Jia Li's mind went blank, and she returned home somewhat dejectedly.
Seeing her daughter-in-law's distress, Old Zhou was naturally anxious. After repeated questioning, Jia Li finally revealed her concerns and suspicions. Her dependence on her father-in-law was all-encompassing, from physical intimacy to daily life, and it seemed only he could offer her advice on this matter.
Being an elder with extensive experience, Old Zhou quickly comforted his daughter-in-law after hearing Jia Li's account.
"Xiao Li, I think you shouldn't speculate without evidence."
"Dad, but I..."
Despite this, Jia Li still couldn't calm down.
"Well then, seeing you so troubled makes me feel bad too. I have a remedy that can cure your heartache."
"What?"
Jia Li perked up at the mention of it.
"But it needs a catalyst."
"Oh, what is it, Dad?"
"This..."
The old man pulled down his pants, revealing a ferocious python.
"You old lecher!"
Jia Li couldn't help but chuckle.
"Here, eat it, and I guarantee you'll be cured."
Old Zhou finished speaking and reached for Jia Li's belt.
"Ugh! It's still daytime! The curtains aren't even drawn yet..."
Jia Li scolded coquettishly, but her delicate hands began to remove her top.
"How does it taste? Delicious, right?"
"It's alright, but it has a slightly fishy smell. Didn't I wash it yesterday?"
"Good medicine tastes bitter!"
The long-awaited sex was like a parched land receiving rain.
"Mmm... Dad, it's so good!"
"Dad, deeper..."
"Oh... yes... yes... right there..."
"Ah... so good... so good..."
"Dad... I love you..."
"...Kill me..."
...
The afternoon sun was bright and clear. To resist the winter chill, one had to exercise their body's functions. Forty years ago, when he was down on his luck in the countryside, the young Old Zhou worked hard in the fields, shouting slogans and swinging his arms, cultivating the somewhat barren land.
Now, Old Zhou was equally diligent, working hard on the fertile soil beneath him. A rhythmic melody sang joyfully in his heart, and he swayed his lower body back and forth dramatically. He felt as if he had never aged, and his young daughter-in-law's charming demeanor and eyes affirmed his achievements.
Just like then, he broke out in a light sweat, still feeling incredibly happy and fulfilled.
Nearly seventy years old, Old Zhou ran across the land with boundless energy, as joyful as a child at play. His daughter-in-law's young, tall, and healthy body allowed him to indulge in unrestrained enjoyment, and he became increasingly frenzied, each stroke of his hoe going as deep as possible, as if he were still a young man in his twenties toiling in the fields.
Finally, on a winter afternoon, Old Zhou applied his first bag of fertilizer after the New Year.
Panting, he lay down on the boundless field, looking with satisfaction at the fruits of his labor, not to mention the two towering mountains in the distance, which he had also conquered.
"Dad…"
Jia Li looked tenderly at the increasingly valiant old man and couldn't help but offer a sweet kiss. Their tongues once again became inextricably intertwined.
The romantic French kiss was perfectly interpreted by this old man and young woman in a Chinese way for a long time.
"Xiaoli, I support you in getting a divorce, but I don't believe there's a better daughter-in-law in the world."
Old Zhou was silent for a while. "Divorce is fine, Jianpeng can be with other women, but I only recognize you as my daughter-in-law!"
Another tight embrace followed. Jiali leaned against Old Zhou's chest; this was her only safe haven and permanent support.
Spring was drawing closer.
"But women are women after all. As time goes on, they let their emotions run rampant, leading to this heartbreaking situation. Women are all delusional, always wanting more. Whether it starts with a one-night stand, cohabitation, or a casual fling, they always hope to grow old together. There are very few truly carefree women; they always try to squeeze something out of men." —Rouge. "What are you reading?"
"Rouge."
"You don't just stay home reading this weekend, do you?"
Ding Ting typed listlessly on the keyboard, her once-charming eyes losing some of their luster.
"Hmm... just reading a book."
Jia Li was already quite adept at telling little lies. Could she really just casually talk about having sex with her father-in-law in broad daylight?
"What about you? Did you go to the private photoshoot yesterday?"
Jia Li asked casually.
"No, I was busy with other things yesterday."
"Next time you see Yang Mengjue, take a good look at her and see if she's acting strangely. I always feel like something's off about her..."
In Jia Li's mind, Yang Mengjue was still the prime suspect who stole her husband. This deep-seated disgust and distrust had been sown years ago when Yang Mengjue had stolen her away.

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