Brother having sex with sister

A young boy and girl were entangled on the bed.
The girl, about sixteen or seventeen, was fair-skinned and curvaceous, completely naked, and pinned down by the boy. The boy appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen, but was quite muscular. He was completely naked, his penis erect and about five inches long, the glans swollen and purplish.

"Brother, let me go! You can't do this! You can't do this! I'm your own sister!" the older sister, Xiu Mei, shouted.

However, the younger brother, Xiao Xiong, sensed that his sister didn't really have the will to resist; she seemed to be half-heartedly giving in.

Two years ago, Xiao Xiong's penis could become erect and ejaculate. He had learned about "sexual intercourse" and "fucking" from pornographic books, the secret pleasures between men and women. He often thought about his sister, Xiu Mei, and longed to have sex with her.

Today, he finally had the chance. His parents weren't home. His sister was showering, and he was already naked, waiting in her room. Xiumei returned to her room after her bath, only to be suddenly grabbed by her younger brother, who forcibly removed her undershirt and underwear.

Xiaoxiong embraced his sister's naked body, kneading and pressing against her. After a long, haphazard act, he finally remembered the book's description of needing to "spread her legs" to "reach the nest." Xiaoxiong quickly looked down for a closer look.

"Ah, oh dear, this is terrible! My sister's legs are closed; I've wasted my time!" Xiaoxiong hurriedly parted his sister's legs.

And so, he finally saw his sister's "love nest" between her large eyes and lower abdomen!

The book described the exterior of the love nest as: "Two peaks flanking a stream, with lush grass outside." Xiaoxiong found his sister's "two peaks" and the "stream" between them, but there was no "lush grass" outside. On the swollen, white mounds of flesh, there were only a few short, soft hairs. At the bottom of the stream was a sunken pink opening—the entrance to the "paradise" described in the book!

Thank goodness! The hero finally had a chance to shine!

He thrust his penis, aiming it at the entrance to her paradise, slowly pushing it inside… A little in, he immediately felt a warmth, and it was slippery, but something seemed to be blocking his way, preventing his penis from carving its way in.

He thrust again, pushing in more than halfway, but the sister, pinned beneath him, cried out repeatedly:

“It hurts…it hurts…I’m dying…brother, don’t…it hurts so much…? Brother…it hurts…don’t move…don’t move…”

“My sister is still a virgin, no wonder she’s like me, clueless,” Xiao Xiong thought. He quickly followed the instructions in the book, immediately bending down to kiss her lips and nipples to stimulate her desire. He mechanically performed this continuous action, kissing and sucking her nipples, until finally the sister stopped resisting and stopped crying out in pain.

"Good little brother... um... it's so itchy inside... so itchy... good little brother, move faster... move faster... it's so itchy inside... move faster..."

As if receiving a royal decree, Xiao Xiong immediately lifted his buttocks and moved inside again, but Xiu Mei cried out again:

"Ah... a little lighter... don't be so rough... little brother... a little lighter..."

The little brother's big penis was tightly wrapped by the sister's vagina, it felt so good, so pleasurable!

In order to relieve her itch, and also to make himself feel good, Xiao Xiong gently went in and out, and fucked her like this dozens of times, when the sister's hands suddenly hugged the little brother's back tightly.

"Good little brother... it feels so good... so beautiful... little brother... faster... um... oh... I feel so beautiful... so beautiful... um..."

"Sister... I feel so good too... so beautiful... oh... oh... sister..."

"I never knew fucking a vagina felt so good... little brother... you have to fuck your sister like this often in the future..."

Xiao Xiong held the soft jade, his whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, savoring the soft beauty.

"Sister! This is my first time experiencing the opposite sex, and I've met such a sweet and tender treasure like you! I'm so happy!"

"Do you like my little pussy?"

"More than just like it, I want to swallow it whole!"

"Oh! Little brother, then fuck me hard... fuck me to death!"

"Silly sister! How could I bear to?"

Under her brother Xiaoxiong's electric-like caresses, Xiumei's heart was stirred, her starry eyes slightly open, the fire of love burning her face, her lower body feeling like ants crawling, unbearable.

Xiaoxiong deliberately teased his sister, he thrust out his thick and long penis, dancing provocatively in front of her jade gate and thin labia.

Her tender pussy secreted honey-like lustful water, overflowing on her lush pubic hair, like morning dew, sticky and clinging to the tender grass.

She moaned repeatedly, lost in ecstasy: "Good brother, good big dick brother, come in quickly!..."

At his sister's urging, Xiao Xiong couldn't resist any longer; he wanted to fuck his sister's cunt properly and to his heart's content.

Suddenly, Xiu Mei felt a heat in her cunt as a thick, large thing was inserted, followed by its active movement, wildly thrusting and pounding... She felt a surge of intense pleasure.

She desperately moved her round, snow-white buttocks, welcoming her strong brother's passionate thrusts, her heart overflowing with joy...

The siblings were locked in a passionate lovemaking, kissing and cuddling, experiencing the pleasures of male-female intercourse for the first time. Both felt a novel sensation, an indescribable sweetness and warmth, an endless, soul-stirring ecstasy... "Your help!" she roared furiously, "Stop pretending! Zhong Ruiming, you're a treacherous blind man! You've hated me for so long because of that photo... Is that country bumpkin clumsy woman any better than me? She can't do anything, and looking like that, she shouldn't be out there obstructing public view! You actually did this to me because of her..."

"Only the photo, that's all?" Ruiming chuckled, "Lieutenant Yang, you instigated reporters to harass Yuhan, and deliberately isolated her at the party... I don't understand why you're so hostile towards Yuhan. But we're all colleagues, and I didn't intentionally retaliate. Today you falsely accused me of orchestrating the whole scandal, and I can only say that you've lost your judgment because of your anger. If you need to talk to someone, I can introduce you to a good psychologist..."

She stared blankly at Ruiming for a long while, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears, "Ruiming." Her voice turned pitiful.

"I know I was wrong..." she cried, kneeling and pleading with Ruiming. "I just loved you too much... Now I'm so disgraced, my father wants me to resign as a legislator and go abroad, or he'll sever our father-daughter relationship... Can't you have a little pity for me, give me some memories?"

She pulled Ruiming's hand towards her chest—

Ruiming snatched it away, pointing to the wall, "Recording, please smile."

Yuqing stared at the camera on the wall, angrily getting up to open the door.

"Legislator Yang, your purse, and the camera inside." Ruiming's smile was full of malice. "Don't forget to take it."

She angrily snatched the purse, her face turning pale and then red, slamming the door shut and leaving.

Ruiming's bright smile seemed like a terrifying demon to her.

In fact, he hadn't instigated anyone to film her; he had only secretly exerted some influence when the private investigator told him about it.

He looked out the window, thinking the sunlight was beautiful.

Not gentle or kind at all. Those who judge him by his appearance and think he is weak and easily bullied will probably suffer the consequences.

The political arena is a hellish place where one wrong step can lead to utter ruin. But even the best swimmers often drown; those who aspire to control the media, beware, for you too may become victims of the media monster.

"Legislator Chung, you've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?" Makoto smiled as she handed him coffee. "It's kind of you to have endured so much."

"What I need to consider isn't just personal revenge," Ruiming smiled, a cold indifference still lingering in his eyes. "It just so happens that this opportunity has arisen, and I'm simply giving them a taste of their own medicine."

As a politician, the intricate web of party politics and interpersonal relationships forced him to wait. He had waited so long for this opportunity. This opportunity had come at just the right time.

He smiled again. A hearty smile.

Later, the scandal gradually subsided with Yang Yuqing's humiliating departure from the country.

Ruiming's performance in the political arena also began to shine.

Young, outspoken, and talented, he instantly became a rising star in politics. His gentle yet sharp approach to politics, coupled with his well-prepared and quick-witted eloquence, made him both loved and feared by officials. Gradually, they found that legislators who only knew how to shout and curse were much easier to deal with than this seemingly gentle and handsome legislator.

In contrast to Ruiming's dazzling performance, Yuhan, who had received much media attention before their marriage, seemed to have gone into seclusion afterward, never appearing in any public setting.

This sparked much private speculation, with socialites seeing an opportunity and showering Ruiming with attention.

However, he maintained a polite but distant distance.

Too many rumors made her old classmate uneasy. Amin tried contacting Yuhan and, hearing her warm and cheerful voice, felt somewhat relieved. But when she arrived at Yuhan's home, she realized she might have been overthinking things.

Yu Han, dressed in a snow-white loungewear, picked her up at the MRT station in her simple Carnival. She had imagined their villa on Yangmingshan would be luxurious, but instead, it was just a small, two-story old house. Stone walls surrounded a lawn overflowing with wildflowers, and a small cement pond rippled with clear water, a few fallen leaves floating on it.

"This is our swimming pool. It's really just for soaking," she said. A large banyan tree swayed, beneath which sat a small, exquisite stone table and chairs. "Come in and eat first, then we'll come out for tea; it's cooler than air conditioning," Yu Han said.

Entering the house, with its green curtains, the air was filled with the soft chirping of cicadas. The brightly lit kitchen swayed with shadows cast by the trees, and a clean dining table was adorned with casually placed dogwood berries. She invited Amin to sit down and quickly served the dishes.

"...I thought legislators all had maids and chefs," Amin said, sitting down.

"Maybe other legislators," Yu-Han smiled, "but not ours."

After dinner, while drinking tea under the banyan tree, A-Min asked, "...Yu-Han, how are you?"

Her smile blurred for a moment, "I'm very happy." But there was a hint of sadness in the sweetness.

"...You don't appear in public with Rui-Ming anymore, and suddenly his name is listed alongside supermodels, and then he's taking photos with some rich heiress... If you're so happy, why do you seem so forlorn?" "

That's his job, and interpersonal relationships are an important part of his work." She sighed softly, "It's something I can't adapt to. He promised me that I could live a good life. I know other legislators' wives are always by my side... fighting side by side... but I just can't." She looked up, "Rui-Ming is very good to me. Really."

Really, Rui-Ming was very good to her. Whenever he had time, he tried to spend it with her. But he didn't have time.

Every day she got up early to make breakfast for Rui-Ming; only then could she properly look at him. Although Rui-Ming always tried to come home for dinner, his schedule was so full that he often missed their appointments.

The feeling of waiting alone with a few dishes of food is unpleasant, but she never complained. She continued to keep the house comfortable and prepared three meals a day, because sometimes Ruiming would sneak home for dinner.

Besides housework, she wasn't idle. Ruiming often brought work home late into the night, and while she couldn't help much, she could only help him carefully read and archive the materials so he could find them more easily.

Through these materials, she learned about Ruiming's work, what he was busy with, and how important he was to this small island.

She had married a husband she could be proud of.

Therefore, her loneliness was nothing.

Yes, nothing.

"Would you like to come with me to Hong Kong for this business trip?" Ruiming looked at Yuhan with some guilt. "We haven't had a honeymoon since we got married."

"...Didn't you disapprove of other legislators making their business trips look like family and friends tours?" Yuhan laughed at him. "Now you're taking me? Won't people laugh at you? Honeymoons are such a small thing..."

"How can they not be important?" He kissed Yuhan's slightly calloused hand. "I think they're very important. Anything related to you is important. We've been married for almost a year now, and I've been so busy with this and that, I haven't had time to spend with you properly..."

"Shh, don't you come home every day?" Yuhan stopped him from continuing. "I'll wait for you to come back obediently."

Under the gloomy sky, Yuhan saw him off. The sun-drenched summer had passed, and before autumn could even be felt, winter had suddenly arrived. It was rainy Taipei, and it had been drizzling all winter.

Her mood was like the rainy season.

Watching Ruiming's car drive further and further away, her loneliness intensified. She stood helplessly for a while on the muddy grass, then slipped and fell, staining her pristine white pajamas with mud.

She didn't know why, but she started to cry. Rain and tears mingled on her face, and she felt a gaping hole in her heart.

Why did she feel lonelier than before when they were together? They clearly loved each other, yet she felt so helpless and fearful?

And a cold, piercing voice in her heart constantly reminded her: "Your happiness won't last."

She cried for a long, long time because of that voice…

That day was the day Ruiming was to return home.

Yuhan had cleaned the spotless house thoroughly early in the morning, knowing full well he wouldn't be back until the afternoon, yet she still waited anxiously.

As darkness slowly fell, her unease grew stronger.

Relieved after receiving Makoto's call, she asked, "Makoto, where's Ruiming? Is he coming back today? Or has his trip been postponed?"

After a long silence, she slowly spoke, trying to comfort Yuhan, "Xiaohan... don't worry, Legislator Zhong isn't feeling well and has been hospitalized for observation."

"Not feeling well?" She was stunned. "Ruiming is sick? Where is he? I'll come right away!"

"...I'm afraid he can't come. Xiaohan, you stay home and wait. The legislator might... he might have contracted SARS... I and the other members of the tour group who went to Hong Kong are also in home quarantine. You have to take care of yourself..."

Her face turned pale. She thought it was just alarmist news, but she never expected... her beloved was struggling between life and death because of this century's plague?!

This time she didn't cry. She hurriedly grabbed her wallet and car keys and ran to her car.

Now was no time for tears! Her beloved… was battling death!

She rushed into the heavily guarded hospital, but the nurses stopped her. “Miss, no, you can’t visit patients now.”

“I’m Zhong Ruiming’s wife!” she cried, her voice trembling. “Let me see him!”

Several reporters covering the news recognized Mrs. Zhong. One patted her sympathetically and gave her a mask.

"Let me see him..." she pleaded, refusing to give up. "Can't we wear protective gear? Don't patients need encouragement? Please, he hasn't done anything wrong. Should he be imprisoned? How is this any different from the Black Death in the 19th century? Can't you understand the feelings of our family? Don't you have parents, brothers, and loved ones? I promise I'm willing to comply with all protective measures, even if we're all isolated in the hospital, it doesn't matter. I want to see him! I want to see my husband!"

An atmosphere of fear permeated the hospital. Deaths were reported from all over the country, and many people avoided even their closest relatives. This seemingly delicate woman bravely wanted to enter the isolation ward.

The attending physician nodded heavily, and the medical staff immediately helped her put on two layers of protective gear and a mask.

Fully armed, she came to Ruiming's bedside.

Ruiming opened his heavy eyelids. Even though she was covered up except for her eyes, he recognized her at a glance.

"Sister...what are you doing here?" His voice was extremely weak. "Go back quickly..."

Through her heavy gloves, she grasped Ruiming's hand. "I came to tell you...I'm waiting for you to come home. Go home quickly...Ruiming..." She cried, "I'm so scared without you...I'm really scared..."

Ruiming closed his eyes, weakly squeezing her hand. "...I'm trying."

Later, she cried all the way home.

Because she had visited Ruiming, she was also placed under home quarantine. However, since she lived in a remote area, she hadn't been disturbed much. But when she saw on the news that someone was throwing eggs and yelling at patients in home quarantine—

her anger erupted.

She wrote a long letter and sent it to a reporter she knew, condemning this distorted and ignorant phenomenon. In addition to visiting Ruiming every day, Yuhan used simple web design tools to set up a simple and touching website: "Hoping for your early return."

As soon as the quarantine period ended, the hospital officially closed. She voluntarily stayed in the hospital, just to be with Ruiming.

The hospital quietly allowed her to use the internet and updated the website every day. On the front lines, she issued a sorrowful yet resolute cry—

SARS is not a sin. No one wants to deliberately get sick and kill all of humanity. Everyone has loved ones; when you cherish your loved ones, please think carefully. You are not insulting the sick, but the heartbroken families, and your own ignorance and dignity.

This message caused the website's message board to nearly crash, and reporters rushed to interview her via video conference.

Contrary to her past shyness, Yu Han responded clearly, condemning the government's mishandling and the public's ignorance and fear.

She reserved her tears only for Rui Ming.

The atmosphere was extremely somber, as death's wings hovered over the isolation ward.

As the epidemic gradually spread, several nurses also fell ill, and even tragic news of their deaths emerged.

With insufficient nursing staff, many patients had to fetch water and get in and out of bed themselves, while Rui Ming…

his once radiant face became sunken, shrouded in a dark shadow.

Yu Han stayed in the hospital, patiently waiting for Rui Ming to escape this ordeal.

They had never been so close before… She stayed by Ruiming's side, wiping his body, changing his clothes, together 24 hours a day. The hospital asked her to leave, but she refused.

"You might get infected."

"I won't leave here. If anything unfortunate happens… it will only end here."

Looking at Ruiming, who was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious, she held his hand tightly. "...If it weren't for Ruiming… it would be better if we went together."

It turned out that Ruiming was so important to her.

When did she start to love him? When did her affection turn from familial love to friendship, and then sublimate into romantic love?

If she really had no feelings, she wouldn't have felt her heart pound wildly when she heard Ruiming, who had just entered junior high school, confess his love to her when she was young

. But the future was so far away, and youth was so turbulent; neither of them understood the true nature of love.

They each took their own winding paths in life, but eventually they met again. She had always been trapped in her own world, timidly craving only the protection of others, using a ridiculous ideal as a shield.

She couldn't even keep the one she loved, so what kind of great housewife was she?!

She only gave to Ruiming, received, without giving anything back, and then only worried about her loneliness and the future.

Was this God's punishment? Punishment for her insatiable and naiveté? Punishment that she only felt deep regret when she was about to lose him?

"Little sister," Ruiming woke up from his high fever, his clear eyes blurred by the heat, "...Don't stay here, it's dangerous."

"I'm not going anywhere," Yuhan said, her voice muffled through her mask, "I want to stay here."

"Little sister..." He looked longingly into Yuhan's eyes, "If...if I can no longer take care of you..."

"Nonsense!" Yuhan shook her head, her eyes filled with tears, "That won't happen!"

"Don't cry, listen to me." The person he had loved so deeply for decades, was he going to be separated from her? He had finally won her over, yet he was always busy, unable to spend much time with her...how regretful he was.

"If...if I really am gone, you must forget me." He closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears. "Forget me. Your future is long, there will always be someone to take care of you..." "

There is no such person." Yu Han was furious. "You are that person! If you're not here, I don't want to be here either, I don't want to exist! You lied to me! You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life...you can't lie to me, you can't!"

At this moment, he fell into a deep sleep again, tears of resentment welling up in his eyes.

This is not divine retribution. No illness is divine retribution. She wept, clasping her hands together, murmuring a prayer.

Please give her back her beloved husband; she still has so much to tell him.

She hasn't properly told him, "I love you."

Please give her this chance, God, please.

Rui Ming's condition worsened day by day; he was in a coma more often than he was awake, and his high fever persisted, bringing despair to the doctors' eyes.

But Yu Han refused to give up.

Stubbornly and resolutely, she wiped his face again and again, holding his hand and constantly talking to him. She was fighting, snatching her husband back from the jaws of death.

When she uttered her first cough, knowing her fate was sealed, she felt a strange sense of relief.

She had tried. Whether she won or lost this battle, she had given it her all.

Yu Han was always reluctant to fight, always retreating and yielding in the face of competition. But when she fought with her own life against Rui Ming's, she realized how sweet the feeling of fighting to the very end was. Regardless of the outcome, facing it head-on was far better than cowering and weeping.

When the doctor solemnly announced that she too had SARS, she actually smiled.

Rui Ming, unusually lucid, looked at her, silent for a long time, "...Little sister!"

"I'm here." Her smile was sorrowful yet joyful. "I'm with you. You... you must fight to the very end, because I won't die! And you can't abandon me."

She wiped away her tears, her smile filled with courage. She could finally face Ruiming without her mask. "I haven't told you yet, have I? I love you. Yes... darling, I love you."

Ruiming was stunned. He had been waiting, waiting for those words... and finally, in the death ward filled with the smell of disinfectant, he received them.

In the closed isolation ward, they embraced and wept, unsure if they would see the sun tomorrow.

But this brief moment together felt like eternity.

Ruiming's condition deteriorated rapidly, and she too began to suffer from a high fever. She vaguely knew that Ruiming in the next bed was being resuscitated.

When her fever subsided a little, she managed to sit up, looking at Ruiming, who was completely unconscious. She looked up, unsure of whom to pray to.

Her thoughts drifted far, far away, back to when they were both little, often going to church, where the priest would gently give them candy and tell them stories from the Bible.

Even though they weren't Catholics, the priest still treated them with love.

In that solemn little church, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, making it dazzling, and they were once so innocent and happy.

They sang along with the choir, and even now, she still remembers that innocent voice:

"Wildflowers, dressed in beautiful clothes,

birds in the sky, never busy with life.

Loving Heavenly Father, watching over us every day,

loving all people, preparing the way to eternal life for them."

She got out of bed, staggered towards Ruiming, took his hand, and softly sang:

Come back, Xiaoming. Let's go back to the church where we were children, I want to marry you again. Before God, I say: I do. Please come back quickly.

Please return my husband to me, loving God. I'm willing to live a little shorter, I don't care if you take the rest of my life, please give him back to me—

Soon, the nurses found Yuhan unconscious beside Ruiming. Her condition, which had been stable, suddenly became high and wouldn't break, while Ruiming, who had been critically ill, was out of danger.

After emergency treatment, Yuhan barely opened her eyes, "...Where's Ruiming?"

"He's out of danger."

She smiled and drifted back to sleep, relieved that God had heard her prayers.

For this, merciful God, please take me back. I will forever be your faithful servant…

as long as he is alive and well.

Chapter 8

When Yu Han discovered that she was still alive, she felt incredible—the doctors also thought their recovery was nothing short of a miracle.

As they walked out of the hospital together, the sunlight was dazzling. The two weak people smiled at each other, tears welling in their eyes.

The epidemic gradually subsided, and the wings of death finally moved away.

This incident deeply affected Rui Ming, and he began to focus on public health issues, but that's another story.

After this ordeal, they returned to their own home, feeling as if they had been through a lifetime. Rui Ming took a month's sick leave from the Legislative Yuan. After being so busy for so long, he finally had time to rest at home.

Yu Han smiled and said to him, "Finally, we have time for our honeymoon."

Living in seclusion on the mountain, they finally had time to greet the beautiful sunrise and breathe fresh air. The owner of the nearby vegetable garden was very kind, delivering fresh fruits and vegetables to them every day. Sister Zhenqin would also visit every few days, asking Yu Han what she needed.

"How about a pound of pork leg? I want to make braised lion's head 　　meatballs ."

This gift made everyone laugh for a long time. Every morning, they would get up, hold hands, and climb the mountain together, gazing at Taipei City shrouded in mist. They would stroll along the mountain paths, Ruiming sketching, and Yuhan searching for wildflowers and weeds, which would then 　　be captured in Ruiming's paintings. The many troubles of the world could not touch their hearts. Newspapers often sat unread for days, so they didn't know that Yang Yuqing planned to develop her career in the entertainment industry, nor did they know that Yuqing's father had severed ties with her. 　　These things were none of their concern anyway, and even if they knew, they wouldn't care. 　　When they got lost and discovered this small church, it was a great surprise. 　　The church from their childhood had long been demolished, but this old and quaint church was nestled deep in the mountains, and a white-haired priest smiled at them, as if childhood memories had returned. 　　The mysterious eulogy at the moment of death... Yuhan hadn't forgotten. She was baptized devoutly, and Ruiming, not believing in ghosts, simply smiled. 　　"...Don't you believe me?" Yu Han gazed at him. "I really do..." 　　"You are my religion." Rui Ming kissed her tiny fingers. "Your soul is my God, your words are my Bible. Do I still need baptism? I've been baptizing every day..." He whispered in Yu Han's ear, receiving a gentle slap from her. Blushing 　　, she lightly scolded, "The older you get, the more improper you become." 　　Then, she pulled him to the front of the altar, where the Virgin Mary smiled mercifully at them. 　　"Shall we get married again?" Yu Han looked at him. "Swear before God?" 　　The old priest, hearing their whimsical idea, chuckled and agreed. Then, under the stained-glass window, they exchanged sacred vows— 　　"I do," Yu Han answered sincerely, "I truly do." 　　To share joys and sorrows, to support each other in sickness and in health. 　　It wasn't just because of Rui Ming's pursuit and affection, but because she truly loved this person and wanted to share life's ups and downs with him. 　　Facing challenges head-on was far better than turning away. 　　As long as she could be with Rui Ming. 　　The day before her return from leave, Ruiming went down the mountain for a meeting, while Yuhan stayed home helping organize documents. 　　Hearing the doorbell ring, she assumed Ruiming had forgotten his keys. Opening the door, 　　she was met with a cold, aloof woman wearing sunglasses who looked at her with disdain. "Meng Yuhan?" 　　she asked, looking at the somewhat familiar-looking woman with suspicion. "Yes, that's me." 　　A flash of silver light appeared, and she instinctively flinched. The woman had pulled out a fruit knife and was stabbing her! 　　"Who are you!" she screamed, running inside and locking the door. A thought flashed through her mind. 　　"Yang Yuqing?" 　　"It's all your fault…it's all your fault! If it weren't for you…Zhong Ruiming would have been mine long ago! Mine! I wouldn't be in such a miserable state…" she roared, grabbing a chair from outside and smashing the window, unlocking it and climbing in. 　　Yuhan hurriedly fled from the living room to the kitchen, locked the door, and then escaped through the kitchen's back door. 　　She ran towards the garage when suddenly, her hair was grabbed from behind. Yang Yuqing grabbed her hair from her right rear, a blade gleaming with deathly intent, clearly aiming to disfigure her. She dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack, but lost her balance and fell squarely on top of Yang Yuqing, crashing heavily into the wall. 　　The impact caused Yang Yuqing to release her grip, and Yu Han immediately fled in the opposite direction, pursued by the madwoman wielding the knife.

Where could she escape to? Yuqing was at the other end of the garage; her only escape route was blocked. This remote mountain area… even with a security system, by the time someone arrived, she'd probably be a corpse.

She'd escaped the SAS disaster, but couldn't she escape human intervention?

She stumbled heavily, instantly enraged. Even the global pandemic hadn't taken her life; why should she let a complete stranger, a madman, kill her at her doorstep?

"I don't want to… I don't want to!" She slapped her cheek and ran into the familiar mountain path.

The nearest neighbor was still half a kilometer away. This was her home; no one knew the area better than her!

But Yang Yuqing's feet were faster than she'd imagined. She ran until her heart was about to stop, but Yang Yuqing still caught up…

Ahead lay a cliff hidden by tall grass.

The nearby residents knew, Yuhan knew, but Yang Yuqing didn't.

She ran to the edge of the cliff, paused for a moment, and Yang Yuqing immediately pounced on her like a mad tiger—Yu Han dodged in a flash, desperately grabbing onto a nearby dead tree. At that moment, Yang Yuqing screamed and tumbled all the way to the bottom of the cliff.

Yu Han sat down limply, tears streaming down her face. She heard the security company's sirens in the distance, but she didn't even have the strength to shout. Had

she…had she killed someone?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, and the warm blood made her face turn deathly pale.

The doubts of the past few days…could it be…?

She helplessly clutched her lower abdomen, not crying. Now was not the time to cry.

But when she finally cried out, her hoarse voice startled even herself.

The security personnel who came running at the sound quickly supported her. She raised her pale face and weakly said, "…Someone fell off the cliff…and my child…please save my child."

In the hospital, Yu Han lay in bed, praying incessantly.

The doctor told her it was a threatened miscarriage; the situation wasn't completely bad, but it wasn't very optimistic either. Her emotions swung back and forth.

Her and Ruiming's child.

"...What are the chances of saving her?" she asked weakly.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Zhong," the doctor comforted her. "The chances are very good. Try to rest in bed as much as possible, but you don't have to stay in bed all the time. The bleeding has improved a lot now, it's not that serious..."

But her lower abdomen still ached, like a child trembling with fear.

This terror had even frightened her baby, who was less than four weeks old.

"...And what about her?" She covered her face, encouraging herself to be brave, "The one who fell off the cliff..."

"Her? You mean Miss Yang? She has a concussion, and her hand is broken, but her life is not in danger, she's under observation."

She didn't die. Pity and anger surged in her chest. Yang Yuqing had almost killed herself and her child, but deep sorrow shrouded the woman's crazed eyes.

The nurse pushed her in a wheelchair to have an ultrasound. On the way back to the ward, she heard Yuqing yelling,

"Why didn't it miscarry? What nonsense! My hand is broken, and this damned bastard is still here?! Get rid of it! Get rid of it right now! I don't want this bastard! Get rid of it right now!"

"I want to see her," she pleaded the nurse. "Can I go see that lady?"

The nurse hesitated. "She's emotionally unstable, and the doctor advised you to rest in bed."

"Just for a moment," she whispered, "I have a few words to say to her."

Having just received a sedative, Yang Yuqing glared hatefully at Yuhan upon seeing the visitor, too weak to get up.

"Let me be alone with her for a moment," Yuhan said.

The nurse glanced at her and the limp Yang Yuqing, nodded, and closed the door.

"Why did you do this?" Yu Han asked softly, "We're practically strangers."

"You stole my happiness." Yu Qing wanted to provoke her, but the tranquilizer forcibly suppressed her emotions. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have clashed with Rui Ming. If you didn't exist, Rui Ming would have fallen in love with me. I would be his ideal comrade-in-arms and life partner, not you, this rustic and vulgar fool!" "

Perhaps." She bravely looked up, "But I already exist. And I've known Rui Ming for over twenty years. If he falls in love with you, my existence doesn't matter, does it? Now you're erasing me; will that really do you your good? Your actions are unwise."

"My unwiseness is all your fault!" Yang Yu Qing burst into tears. "I only distributed one photo, why does Rui Ming hate me so much? I'm finished… that disc ruined my life… They lied to me! They said they wanted me to develop in the entertainment industry, but it was all a lie!"

"They...they...they even filmed me; I don't even know whose child this bastard is...I don't know them, I don't know them...Why can you marry Ruiming happily, while I have such a terrible experience! It's all your fault...it's all your fault, all your fault..."

She sobbed incoherently, gradually falling asleep.

Yu Han looked at her, unsure whether to pity her or hate her. Just then, someone pressed her shoulder, and she jumped in surprise.

"It's me." Ruiming gently hugged her, "Don't be afraid, don't be scared."

At this moment, her tears finally fell.

Yu Han carefully told Ruiming what had happened. He pondered for a moment, "Did the police come?" "They

came before." She took the handkerchief, "At that time, I was worried that the baby might not survive, and the doctor told them to wait until I was emotionally stable before coming."

"Tell the truth." He hugged Yu Han tenderly, deciding to put aside the matter of the elder brother pleading for leniency, "She deserves to be punished."

Ruiming pushed Yu Han back to the ward and settled her down. Beneath the snow-white sheets, her frightened little face was incredibly fragile, more like his little sister than his older sister.

He couldn't express the heartache and anger he felt. Perhaps he should consider moving to Taipei. The longer he was in politics, the more unsafe he felt. There were too many bloody examples.

Just for a little peace and quiet, he almost lost his beloved wife's life. Now… he didn't even know if their child would survive.

His and Yu Han's child… he never imagined that knowing he was going to be a father would be so painful.

This child could leave them at any moment. Thinking of this, he wanted nothing more than to strangle Yang Yuqing with his own hands.

After a long while, the police hadn't arrived, but Yang Yuqing's father did. His face was haggard as he repeatedly apologized to Ruiming and Yu Han. This powerful figure in politics and the press was now bowing his head humbly before them.

"Mr. Yang, if my wife is murdered, it's the same as my entire family dying at the hands of your daughter." Ruiming's eyes turned cold. "What's the use of further apologies? It's so close... Your daughter is dangerous; she should be isolated from society!"

"...I understand how you feel." He wearily wiped his face. "...You should also know that my wife and children also died at the hands of unknown thugs...and the case is still unsolved. This child...is my only child, and I've spoiled him too much..."

Mr. Yang's face was wrinkled with age and weariness. He clutched his head, "Her behavior was wrong in a thousand ways, but this child... Alas, politics is a one-way street. I've worked so hard in politics for so long, and in order to realize my ideals, I could only constantly satisfy her materially, but I couldn't find the time to listen to her properly.

I was wrong... I shouldn't have only cared about my own political future, spoiling her too much and then being too strict with her... It's all my fault. I will send her for treatment and stay with her... But please, don't let her go to jail for attempted murder, otherwise I won't have a chance to make amends; let me make amends to her..."

Politics is a one-way street... Yu Han's hands gripped the bedsheet tightly.

Would the child in her womb become another Yang Yuqing?

Now, Yu Han was no longer the naive little woman she was when she first married Rui Ming. She had heard a lot and seen a lot, gradually understanding the dark side and insidious secrets of politics.

It wasn't just Mr. Yang who had lost his family; politicians who died in "accidents" and as "thugs" were also covered up under a facade of peace.

The mad Yang Yuqing… the mad political arena…

Could she, Ruiming, and the children weather one storm after another?

“Instead of wasting time repenting here, why don’t you hire a good lawyer for Miss?” Ruiming clenched his fist. “I will defend my family myself, and I will not bow my head in repentance later; my family is my duty to protect; if it weren’t for my family on this land, why would I be in politics! This is the most basic awareness of a politician. Which country isn’t made up of countless families? If you can’t even protect your own family, what political ideals can you talk about?!”

Hearing this, Yuhan loosened her clenched fist. She firmly believed that when the two of them stood together, any difficulty could be overcome.

Because Ruiming was by her side.

She raised her head, “Mr. Yang, Miss Yang and I had a misunderstanding. In a fit of rage, she broke my window. When she tried to explain, I ran out in fear; she wasn’t familiar with the path and slipped and fell off a cliff. I will tell the police this. Please… please take good care of Miss Yang.”

“Yuhan!” Ruiming called out unhappily.

"Ruiming... Miss Yang is pregnant." She gently blinked back her tears. "...She doesn't know who the father is. If we're not careful, the child might become another Miss Yang... Consider it an act of kindness for the child." She raised her eyes. "Mr. Yang, the child in Miss Yang's womb is innocent. He can't choose his parents. If possible... please let him stay."

"...He's my daughter's child, my grandson." His tall frame suddenly appeared somewhat hunched. "I will take good care of them..."

Mr. Yang's back looked old and lonely.

Not long after, Yang Yuqing was prosecuted for a minor offense and given a suspended sentence. Due to her father's repression and Ruiming's influence, the media, unusually merciful, let her off the hook.

Afterwards, Yang Yuqing entered a sanatorium. Hearing that she had lost the baby, her repeated declarations of not wanting the child triggered a severe bout of depression.

To be with her, Mr. Yang resigned from all his public duties to focus on caring for his sick daughter.

Unbeknownst to Ruiming, Yuhan, still weak after childbirth, had secretly visited her several times. Among the Yang family father and daughter forgotten by the world, only this young woman hadn't forgotten them.

The terrified child survived; Yu Han lay in bed for over five months before finally managing to save the baby. She endured immense suffering during her pregnancy, the labor was incredibly long, and she endured the pain weakly, forbidding anyone to inform Rui Ming, who was attending a conference abroad.

She silently repeated that this was the fate of a politician's wife. All the pain was bearable… Thinking of the tragic Yu Qing, who couldn't even see her own child, while she could…

just a little more effort…

In the excruciating pain, she was almost collapsing, looking up to pray to God, unable to think of any words. "

You are my religion, your soul is my god…"

she thought, her devotion palpable as Rui Ming spoke those words. "

Don't I also yearn for you?

" "Ruiming…" she whispered, gritting her teeth, squeezing out all the remaining strength in her body, and in her semi-conscious state, she heard a loud cry.

"It's a girl." The doctor placed the baby beside her.

Covered in sweat, Yu Han gently cradled her crying baby, gradually losing consciousness. She felt someone softly stroking her face, warm tears falling onto her cheeks.

It was Rui Ming. He was back? She suddenly relaxed, feeling she could finally get a good night's sleep.

"Rui Ming, it's a girl." She smiled gently and drifted off to sleep.

Rui Ming didn't know where he was rushing to.

In the unfamiliar airport, he hurriedly boarded the plane, only to find himself alone in the vast cabin.

Yes; he had received a mysterious phone call, urging him to return because Yu Han was about to give birth.

He was so nervous he couldn't sit still, running across the empty cabin to knock on the captain's door.

"Sir, please don't be so nervous," a flight attendant appeared out of nowhere, smiling. "We will get you to your wife on time."

"It's alright, let him in," the captain chuckled. "Being a father for the first time must be very nerve-wracking."

Upon entering the captain's cabin, he saw the captain with snow-white hair, truly resembling a replica of that priest.

"The co-pilot isn't here yet, would you like to sit next to me?" the captain greeted him warmly. "Please sit down. You'll see home soon."

"...Captain...do you have a twin brother?" Ruiming stared at him incredulously.

"Oh, haha..." the captain laughed heartily. "We brothers look very alike. What you see is probably one of our brothers, right?"

The flight attendant helped him fasten his seatbelt, and he noticed the flight attendant's badge...

it looked like a lifelike cockroach.

All of this felt unreal.

But he didn't have time to think about it; Yuhan and his child were about to be born, occupying his entire mind. "...Captain, how much longer until we reach Taipei?"

"Look, we're here now!"

Familiar Taipei displayed an astonishingly colorful glow before him, its lights blazing in the night, like a colorful jewel box with its lid opened.

He was stunned by the night.

In an instant, the plane landed on the top floor of the hospital building, its wings comically protruding with rain shelters.

"Go quickly and come back quickly." The captain waved to him with a smile. "Don't forget, you have a meeting in America. I'll wait for you here. Go see

your wife and child, then come back." He ran through the long, white corridor, opening door after door, until he finally saw Yu Han lying exhausted on the delivery bed. His child was not yet born.

Looking at her face contorted in pain, he felt he had never seen such a beautiful Yu Han before; it was the pinnacle of a woman's courage.

"Sister... Yu Han." He held her hand tightly, "You are my religion, your soul is my god..."

Yu Han stared at him blankly, softly calling, "Ruiming..." With all her might, their child cried out as they entered this chaotic world.

Their child.

His tears fell on Yu Han's face as he stroked her suffering face again and again.

Who said men faint in the delivery room? When his wife was enduring such immense pain, couldn't he even take her pain away, couldn't he at least stay by her side?

His beloved wife was suffering this agony for their child.

"Ruiming," Yu Han could still smile after such excruciating pain, "It's a girl." Then she drifted off to sleep.

He kissed her forehead, unwilling to leave.

"Sir, it's boarding time." A smiling flight attendant appeared out of nowhere. "Please board on time. After your meeting, you have fifty-two years to spend with your family." "

...Who are you?" His gaze left the cockroach-like badge.

"My surname is Zhang." She smiled happily. "Thank you for saving me. It's a pleasure to serve you."

In an instant, he was back on the plane. Amidst Santa Claus-like hearty laughter, the captain chuckled and steered the plane into the clouds, taking the beautiful Taipei further and further away.

"Don't forget this sight," the captain said with a smile. "Making this sight flourish is your lifelong goal."

The plane opened its door close to his hotel window in the United States, and a flight attendant set up a ladder for him at the door.

"Welcome aboard Cockroach Airlines. Please don't forget that you said all living beings have the right to live on this earth, and never forget harmony and coexistence."

"I don't think I can realize such a grand ideal." He seemed somewhat dazed, yet confused.

"Everything in this world is interconnected, and no living being is unimportant." Wearing an amber uniform, the flight attendant gave a smart salute. "As long as you remember your original intention."

Ruiming suddenly woke up, and it took him a while to realize it was a dream.

Such a real, surreal dream...

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and Makoto's voice came through, "Lieutenant Zhong, your wife just..." "

She gave birth. I know, it's a girl." He was certain.

"Huh?" Makoto was very surprised, "Lieutenant Zhong, who notified you? I just received the notification..." "

It's okay, I just knew." Because he had just taken a plane back to see his wife and child.

Although it was a dream

, after hanging up the phone, he pondered the dream repeatedly, thinking of the cockroach that had startled Yu Han, the tranquility of the church… Perhaps, subconsciously, he had considered these questions?

Was this century's plague merely nature's backlash caused by humanity's arrogant pride? Should his gaze expand from his beloved family to the island nation, and even to the planet we inhabit?

His power was small, but everything in this world was interconnected. A small stone thrown into a deep, vast lake can create ripples that may affect others, even lingering forever.

He smiled.

From that day forward, he truly began his transformation from a politician into a statesman.

Chapter 9

"Mom! I don't want to go to graduation!" The eldest daughter angrily slammed her graduation cap on the chair. "Tell Dad not to run for that stupid president! I was driven crazy by the noise during the rehearsal! What are the reporters taking pictures of? I'm being blinded by the flashes! Waaah!"

Yu Han comforted her eldest daughter with a headache. This child looked like her father, but she was also a crybaby, just like herself when she was young.

However, she really couldn't remember when she had cried since giving birth.

"Dad isn't running for office," Yu-Han handed her a tissue. "Sweetie, there's no news to write about lately, so I have to find something to cover. Please be understanding."

"How long do I have to be understanding?!" she stomped her foot angrily. "From kindergarten to when I was about to graduate from university, Dad went from being a legislator to the Premier, then ran off to be the Mayor of Taipei. Even when I go hiking, reporters follow me! What's wrong with you?! Don't you have any other news?"

"It's because you're pretty, sister!" the second sister said gleefully. "Reporters all like pretty girls. Sister, you were voted third in the 'Dream Girl' poll, and my classmates want your autographed photos. Give me a few so your little brother can earn some pocket money, okay?"

The eldest sister threw her graduation cap like a dart, but the second sister, being agile, dodged it. "Tsk, don't use your guillotine, okay? When we were little, we shot at the mat, now we're shooting at graduation caps."

"If you keep yelling, I'll shoot you into the Kangxi Dictionary! You! Don't go to inappropriate places and let people write it down, it'll look awful! Didn't you see the Legislative Yuan surrounding Dad? You brat!"

"What country is an internet cafe considered an improper place?!" the second son protested. "I just went there to play Diablo! I wasn't smoking, I wasn't picking up girls, how could I be so unlucky as to get photographed by reporters? Besides, the reporters were there to photograph the internet cafe, not to photograph me on purpose. I just happened to be in the frame, and it was a video game magazine..."

"What video game pretty boy? Disgusting!"

"You could be a dream lover, what's wrong with me being a video game pretty boy?"

"You..."

"You..."

The two children argued fiercely, and Yu Han shook her head helplessly while organizing the schedule for the next day.

Time flies. She had been the wife of a politician for over twenty years.

She hadn't been able to be a housewife for life as she had wished. In her forties, her sister Makoto suddenly received the call of love and was pursued by a returned overseas Chinese. Rui Ming suddenly lost his right-hand man, and she had no choice but to painfully put down her young children and resolutely step behind her husband to become his secretary. Originally appointed in a time of crisis, Ruiming gradually became inseparable from her, unable to bear her absence, and increasingly reliant on her in both career and family, in both emotions and reason.

Time tempered her innocence; she and Ruiming weathered many storms, ultimately forging a strength and resilience. In the presence of dignitaries, her quiet radiance shone like a pearl on her finger.

She had a driver, a cook, and a maid, but when directing the maid to arrange the house and writing menus for the cook, she felt a pang of regret. Whenever she could spare the time, she drove her children to and from school herself, cherishing every moment with them.

This path was her own choice, perhaps not as she had hoped, but ultimately…

their family lived peacefully, and she was content to watch her husband's every move with loving eyes.

The great calamity of many years ago taught her to "live in the moment" and be fearless.

She didn't care whether her husband, a mayor, would be nominated for president; she only knew that if that day came, she would stand proudly behind him, fighting alongside him.

She, to protect her family, knew no fear.

"What are you thinking about, little sister?" After finishing their business, Ruiming whispered in her ear. Even after so many years of marriage, she still blushed and her heart raced at his deep, mellow voice.

Little sister. Even after so long of marriage, he still called her that.

"I've been your little sister my whole life, how long am I going to keep this up?" She gently tapped Ruiming's nose.

"Heh, what can I do?" He grasped Yuhan's hand, those small hands calloused from tireless work. "What can I do? I just love my sister! This 'little sister' role is going to be played for a very, very long time, forever!" He gently closed the office door.

No matter how complex the world is, in each other's arms, they possess the purest simplicity and tranquility.

From their innocent childhood friendship to their individual paths during adolescence, and the various hardships of adulthood, their love is a blend of familial and platonic affection, a complex and sweet flavor.

Ah, what can one find another journey like this? He simply loves his older sister. Even with gray hair and loose teeth, in his heart, she is still that gentle older sister.

How long is "forever"? How long is "forever"? No one is sure.

But hour after hour, day after day, perhaps eternity is not far away.

He loves his older sister, and eternity is not far away.

"Captain, your bread and wine." A smiling flight attendant carries a tray into the cockpit, beautiful clouds stretching endlessly beneath the fuselage.

"Thank you, hehehe," the gray-haired captain smiles like Santa Claus, "Who are today's passengers?"

She reads a list, the medals on her chest radiating a soft light.

"There are a lot of passengers today. The Dreamland route is really popular." He put on his captain's
cap. "Hey Xiao Zhang, don't go running around on your vacations anymore, especially not on free flights. It's not worth it."

The flight attendant blushed. "Well... I should repay even the smallest kindness tenfold... Besides, this unexpected passenger is worth it, isn't he?"

The captain laughed heartily. "That's right, it's worth it. If it makes the world a better place, a loss-making special flight is nothing."

The plane carrying passengers to Dreamland shone with a dazzling yet gentle light in the clouds.

(The End)

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