The Story of a 57-Year-Old Rich Woman (1-21) Author: smhfy

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1.

My husband's given name is Dan, I like to call him Dandan. When we lived together, Dandan was not yet 18 years old. We have been living together for five years, and last winter we officially got married. The wedding day was Dandan's 22nd birthday. I was over 56 years old that day, and my husband was more than 34 years younger than me. I don't know if this is the largest age gap between an older wife and a younger husband in China, but I know that Dandan is the youngest legal husband in all of China.
Being my legal husband on his 22nd birthday was Dandan's biggest wish.

People often ask me, "Will your marriage with your husband last another ten years?"

To be honest, I haven't thought that far ahead; I'm just cherishing the happiness of the present. I can say that I have no worries now and for the foreseeable three to five years. Now, Dandan's biggest fear is that I will divorce him. I take the lead in our marriage, including in our daily life and in bed.

What determines the longevity of a marriage and the enduring nature of love? I know best.

Because I am a woman who has been married multiple times, this marriage with Dandan is my fifth. I dare not say this is the last, because I cannot control myself. However, I know that as long as I don't bring up divorce, Dandan won't, or rather, won't dare to.

When we are together, the words Dandan likes to say, and the words I like to hear most, are: "You are my first woman, and you will be my last woman; you are my only one."

Some say that the foundation of marriage is love. This is probably true, but the problem is that love is fragile, very delicate, like a flower in a greenhouse, needing watering and nourishment.

What nourishes love is different in different eras. I don't know what it was in the past, but in this era, I know it is wealth.

China's tradition is a patriarchal society, so the relationship between older men and younger women has a long history. In ancient times, an eighty-year-old man marrying a twenty-eight-year-old woman was considered a beautiful story. Only today has this phenomenon been somewhat overturned, and relationships between older women and younger men have become fashionable. In this forum, if an older woman says she's looking for younger men, a long string of QQ numbers will appear below
, each one younger than the last. These handsome young men are certainly thinking about love, but I know their love needs money to sustain it.

So today, even a woman over fifty can still win the love of a young man, as long as she has some wealth. Even if she's not particularly beautiful, as long as she dares to dress up and act youthful, she'll have more than one suitor. If she knows how to exude charm and is a little thoughtful, she can reap a bountiful harvest of love.
(Let's get back to my little husband, Dandan.)

Dandan and I met at a wedding. He was the groom's nephew, the groom's older brother's son. At the time, he was still in vocational high school, six months shy of his 18th birthday. He was very sunny and lively. At the wedding, he took the microphone from the emcee and sang several songs. Watching him sing, I was amazed. I didn't recognize the songs he sang, unlike later when he sang all the songs I knew and liked. At the time, I didn't understand what he was singing; I was just amazed by his appearance, his voice, and his personality. Because he looked exactly like my childhood prince charming!

I rushed back to Shaoxing from Hangzhou for the wedding and stayed at a hotel that night. After the wedding, there were some entertainment options, including mahjong and karaoke. Someone had invited me to play mahjong, but Dandan insisted on taking me to karaoke. At that time, I didn't call him Dandan yet; I called him Xiaodan, like his parents. Xiaodan had a sweet tongue, and while singing, he kept complimenting me, saying I was prettier than the bride. I really did dress up carefully that day, trying to look younger. It was during the May Day holiday, and the weather was quite warm, so I wore
very light clothing, making me look thirty years younger than my actual age. Xiaodan was radiant, over 1.7 meters tall, a head taller than me, and radiated a youthful energy that made people tremble when he sang. At first, there were several people singing, but later it was just the two of us. We sang very late, finishing after 11 pm. Afterwards, he sat in my room for a while until his father came to call him after playing mahjong, and then he left, it was past midnight.

The

next day, I returned to Hangzhou. I thought I would forget Xiaodan, but surprisingly, I couldn't forget him. When I was intimate with my husband, the image of Xiao Dan (a famous Peking Opera actress) would appear in my mind, to the point that I needed to fantasize about him as Xiao Dan to reach orgasm.

My husband at the time was my fourth husband. He was a teacher at a third-rate university in Hangzhou, an associate professor, and 12 years younger than me. We met through a matchmaking agency. He had been married once and had a daughter in elementary school. After the divorce, the house and child went to his ex-wife. The associate professor was handsome, but a bit poor, so he wanted to find a wealthy woman. After our first meeting, he became fixated on me, sending me flowers and writing love poems. In his poems, I became a fairy, a goddess, and the Queen Mother of the West. I had never received so many love poems before, and every single one was so cheesy. Cheesy words in public are very uncomfortable, but between two people, they are very enjoyable. I was flattered by his compliments and accepted his proposal. However, I was, after all, a woman in my fifties, and I was still clear-headed when necessary. Before we got our marriage certificate, we signed an agreement with three rules: during the marriage, he could only belong to me, while I could have other men. This was undoubtedly a humiliation for him, but he agreed for the money.

One day that summer, Xiao Dan suddenly came to Hangzhou to see me. I had a small company in Hangzhou, making a modest profit of 300,000 to 500,000 yuan a year. I didn't spend much time on the company; my main interest was real estate speculation. I came to Hangzhou from Shaoxing in 1997 and met a woman from Wenzhou who introduced me to the world of real estate speculation. During this process, I met the wives of some provincial and municipal officials, speculating in real estate myself and helping them. This helped me build a considerable network of connections.

Xiao Dan's arrival was both unexpected and delightful. What surprised me even more was that during dinner, he actually said he loved me, and loved me very, very much. Hearing this, my mind went completely blank. After dinner, I took him to a suburban villa in Zhuantang.

I have two homes in Hangzhou. One is a duplex in Binjiang, over 180 square meters, which is where my associate professor and I live. The other is a villa in Zhuantang, which is where I live with another man I liked at the time. That night, I spent almost the entire night with a boy who was not yet 18. It was a feeling I had never experienced before, turning a naive and ignorant boy into a proud young man. This feeling was so wonderful that I always longed to experience it later. Virgins are really special; their unrepeatable bewilderment and panic, and the greed and madness that follow, can really make you swoon.

Throughout the summer vacation, I was intimate with Xiaodan almost every night, leaving my associate professor husband out of the picture.

My relationship with Xiaodan progressed quickly; in less than a week, I made him public in our small circle, and we were inseparable like a married couple. As

the summer vacation was about to end, Xiaodan said he wanted to transfer to a school in Hangzhou. This was relatively easy; there was a vocational high school in Zhuantang town. I asked an acquaintance for help, and it was resolved without much effort. When Xiao Dan's parents heard that I was willing to pay for her tuition and living expenses, they didn't say anything, but they called to say they were relieved that I was taking care of her.

Xiao Dan transferred to my school and is now in her senior year of high school. The young man, who had just experienced adulthood, was enthusiastic about his sex life. He suggested that he commute to school so that he could stay at my villa every night and have sex with me every night.
However, I didn't want to come every night. Firstly, I couldn't handle it; he was too vigorous. Secondly, I didn't want to only have him. I know the difference between one tree and the forest. I told him, "You're in your final year of high school now. You need to work hard. You'll have to live on campus, attend evening self-study sessions, and you must get into a vocational college and get a junior college diploma. If you really want to be my man, a vocational high school diploma won't be enough." These words scared him, and he didn't dare mention commuting to school again. Vocational high school is on weekends, so having this little egg on Friday and Saturday nights is enough for me.

A year later, Xiao Dan lived up to my expectations and got into a vocational college in Hangzhou, in Xiasha. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, the school Xiao Dan attended was the same school my associate professor husband worked at. I once asked, "Egg, did you do this on purpose?" He just smiled and didn't answer.

On the day Xiao Dan went to register, he insisted that I accompany him to school as his girlfriend. I hesitated and was too embarrassed to agree. Before, we were just a couple within my small circle, which didn't matter. Almost all my friends were like that; several of the older ones had boyfriends younger than their sons. Seeing my hesitation, Xiao Dan persisted, and I finally gave in, saying, "Fine, fine, I'll do as you say, you rascal."

That day, when I took Xiao Dan to school, I got up early to get ready, letting him decide what to wear and what accessories to use. He probably wanted me to look younger, so I felt embarrassed by my appearance that day—a man in his fifties wearing clothes for a twenty-year-old. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a little timid, yet also a bit happy.

Xiao Dan's school dormitory had four-person rooms. When we arrived, the other three were already there: one from Chun'an, one from Ninghai, and the other from Xiaoshan District in Hangzhou. They were a little unsure of my identity, saying nothing but probably wondering what I was thinking. Unexpectedly, Xiao Dan announced loudly to his roommates that I was his girlfriend, 38 years old, and the chairman of a company in Hangzhou. The three roommates were shocked and exclaimed "Wow!" several times. The one from Chun'an was so surprised that he immediately ran out the door to tell his new classmates. Soon,

a large group of people rushed over, and on the first day of school, everyone knew that Xiao Dan had a 38-year-old wealthy girlfriend who drove a silver Mercedes 600 sports car.

I finally saw through Xiao Dan's "trick," and I was happy to see it succeed.
Every Friday afternoon, I would drive to pick up Xiao Dan, posing as his girlfriend. My husband was at the same school, a school I had never been to before.

3.

Xiao Dan was a strange mistress; his trick was to force that associate professor to divorce me.

Yes, it wasn't an easy thing. How could the associate professor dare to bring up divorce? Unless he was willing to leave with nothing.

Xiao Dan went to university, and everyone there only knew I was his girlfriend; nobody knew I was the associate professor's legal wife. My marriage to the associate professor was just a marriage certificate; we didn't have a wedding banquet. So, his colleagues and friends only knew he married a wealthy woman, that the house and car he drove belonged to her, but they didn't know his wife. Therefore, whenever I appeared at school, everyone assumed I was Xiao Dan's girlfriend, and no one would suspect I was her husband.

Finally, one day, my husband confided his grievances to me, his words revealing... With a hint of blame and weak dissatisfaction,
I responded to my husband's complaints and accusations by pursing my lips and saying, "This is my right. We agreed before marriage that I can have boyfriends. If you can't stand it, just file for divorce. I'll agree anytime." This was my husband's weakness, the leverage I had over him.

For a marriage between an older wife and a younger husband to be stable, the older wife must have certain skills and, more importantly, a clear understanding of herself. A man much younger than you who is willing to marry you must have something in mind, and this intention is obvious. Especially in today's materialistic society, ten out of ten are after money. Marriage cannot exist without love and affection; a marriage without love and affection is bland and tasteless. However, love is always just an ornament. Beneath the sweet and delicious surface of love lies a monetary transaction.

As mentioned earlier, I met the associate professor through a matchmaking agency. At the time, he didn't actually meet my criteria; one of my requirements was that he be an unmarried man, while he was divorced. To some extent, I agreed to marry him because I was conquered by his overflowing love. However, although I was conquered by love, I was still very clear about the reality beneath it. In our final conversation before the wedding, I discussed the reality. I handed him a pre-prepared agreement. Look, after he finished reading it, I gently said, "Sign this, and we'll get the marriage certificate tomorrow. If you don't agree, we'll break up right now." He glanced at me, took out a pen, and signed. This agreement clearly outlined the rights and obligations of both parties. My obligation was simply to give money; everything else was a right. His only right was to receive a substantial sum of money after fulfilling all his obligations. One clause in the agreement stipulated that he could not initiate a divorce unless he was willing to give up everything. Only if I initiated the dissolution of the marriage would he be entitled to the amount specified in the agreement.
Xiao Dan was a vibrant and charming boy, interesting, well-behaved, and likable, radiating youthful energy. I loved listening to him sing, and I loved his naked dance in front of me. He hadn't had any professional dance training; his dance was casual, yet incredibly rhythmic and powerful, enough to ignite a woman's boundless fantasies.

Being with Xiao Dan gave me a feeling of trembling, fear, and trepidation. When I was alone, I told myself countless times that the end of this game would be the moment I touched Xiao Dan, when everything else vanished, leaving only one desire in my body and soul: to deeply embed him within me.

Living with Xiao Dan, I was almost constantly tormented by a desire that was both pleasurable and terrifying, a torment of wanting more yet unable to let go. I dared not accept his marriage proposal, yet I couldn't bear to part with him . Reject him, abandon him.

Among the men I've had or have had, some were younger and more handsome than Xiao Dan, others were stronger and more imposing. I was always relaxed with them, making no hesitation in choosing or giving them up, without any of this anxiety or insecurity. Only with Xiao Dan did I experience a feeling of both excitement and fear, a feeling I particularly cherished. I know the reason for this, but I dare not delve into it.

Remember when I said I met Xiao Dan at a wedding? Do you know whose wedding I attended? Actually, it was my daughter's wedding, and the groom was my son-in-law, while Xiao Dan was the groom's... My nephew!

Is this incest? Isn't this incest? Incest or not, that's a big question.

Xiao Dan's thinking is far less complicated than I imagined. We hadn't been living together long when he proposed marriage, saying he absolutely had to marry me. Whenever he had the chance, he urged me to divorce that old man. Xiao Dan always called that associate professor "old man," even to his face. The associate professor is 12 years younger than me, but 22 years older than Xiao Dan. Compared to Xiao Dan's youth, the associate professor naturally looks old. In the past, I never thought so, but after Xiao Dan said it so often, I started to think the associate professor was getting old!

Things are driving me crazy. If I really marry him... If Xiao Dan gets married, wouldn't that make me the niece-in-law of my son-in-law and daughter?! Xiao Dan calls my daughter "aunt," so am I supposed to call her "aunt" too?! This is truly terrifying, yet it always gives me a strange sense of excitement!

After starting university, Xiao Dan kept pushing me harder. I could only use my age as an excuse to avoid it. I said, "You brat, don't pressure me, okay? You're still far from 22. Let's talk about it when you're of legal age, okay?" At times like this, Xiao Dan would always insist, "Fine, let's draw up a contract, and we'll get married when I turn 22." Of course, I wouldn't draw up a contract, not even if I had really decided to marry him, let alone since I hadn't even thought about it yet.
Sometimes

I really feel like I'm a weirdo, very abnormal.

Our society is still fundamentally a patriarchal one. Men often achieve success through normal means, while women often cannot. A successful, strong woman has often experienced severe hurt, and all that hurt inevitably comes from men. Therefore, revenge against men is often a powerful driving force for women to achieve success.

I have a best friend named Lü Yuniang, five years younger than me. I call her Yu Meizi, and she calls me Fang Jie. We often teamed up to speculate on real estate, always making a fortune, with our biggest win being over ten million each.
Lü Yuniang studied at Zhejiang University in the mid-1980s. Her first husband was also a graduate of Zhejiang University, surnamed Wei, in the same department and year but different class. Lü Yuniang was academically excellent, but not very attractive, only about 1.5 meters tall, with a thick waist and short legs. Old Wei, on the other hand, was handsome and talented, possessing both good looks and knowledge. Unfortunately, Zhejiang University was an engineering university, and in those days, very few women could get into engineering schools like Zhejiang University. Scarcity makes things valuable, and Lü Yuniang, an unattractive girl, became a hot commodity. Old Wei, a student from the countryside, was quite lucky to have her.

After graduation, both were fortunate enough to be assigned to Hangzhou. Old Wei went to work in a government agency, while Lü Yuniang went to work in a heavy machinery factory. They quickly married and soon had a daughter who resembled her father, very beautiful and adorable. For almost ten years, their marriage was blissful. Even now, Lü Yuniang still considers those the happiest days of her life. Later, Old Wei rose through the ranks from deputy section chief to section chief, deputy director to director, and finally became the director of a district land management bureau. While serving as deputy director, Old Wei had an affair with a newly assigned college graduate, young and beautiful. Two years later, Old Wei and Lü Yuniang divorced, leaving her a two-bedroom apartment. The apartment was in a prime location, near Yue Fei Temple, less than 200 meters from West Lake. It was 1999, and her daughter was 13 years old. She insisted on living with her father, saying she looked like him. This saddened Lü Yuniang deeply; her daughter clearly disliked her appearance.

After the divorce, Lao Wei immediately remarried. His new wife wasn't the college graduate he'd married before, but a younger woman, only 23. The position of Land Bureau Director was lucrative, and Lao Wei thrived in the political arena, living a successful and fulfilling life. Lü Yuniang, however,
suffered a series of misfortunes; at the end of that year, she was laid off and forced to work as a part-time cleaner. In 2002, Lao Wei was investigated and placed under investigation. Before the accident, he had already... (The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error.)

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