Don't call me dad in private.

Hiding behind a corner not far away, Jia Li once again cautiously peeked out towards the direction of the sound. The feeling of being a thief was unpleasant, but Jia Li had no choice but to do so.

The woman inside opened the door.

The man and woman there embraced each other without any restraint.

Jia Li stood frozen in the corner, her entire body exposed. The bag she was carrying fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering the fruits and vegetables she had bought.

The noise echoed through the empty corridor, startling the embracing couple. Turning around, Zhou Jianpeng showed only a slight surprise upon seeing Jia Li, quickly regaining his composure, not at all like someone caught cheating by their wife.

Jia Li was so angry that tears were about to fall; her tall, slender body trembled, as if she were about to explode.

"You dare to follow me!"

Zhou Jianpeng showed no remorse, instead sharply questioning Jia Li.

"Why her! Why!"

Jia Li's scream became hysterical. It was understandable; although she had known Zhou Jianpeng had a mistress for a long time, the person she pointed at as she roared was none other than Ding Ting, the woman she considered a sister, even a best friend, whom she had known for fifteen years! Zhou Jianpeng

didn't speak, remaining silent for a moment before suddenly blurting out, "Isn't it better now that you know? We don't have to hide it anymore!"

Jia Li was almost driven mad by Zhou Jianpeng's attitude; every word felt like a dagger piercing her heart.

Ding Ting, who hadn't spoken until now, gave Zhou Jianpeng a wink, and without a word, Zhou Jianpeng walked into the room.

Only Jia Li and Ding Ting remained in the hallway. There weren't many neighbors nearby, and those who were probably all at work; the empty hallway was eerily quiet.

"Jia Li, I know you must hate me to death right now. Didn't expect it to be me, did you?"

Jia Li's eyebrows shot up; she didn't answer, only glaring fiercely at the woman before her.

"Hmph, no wonder. You consider yourself so smart, yet you don't even know your husband's mistress. Let me tell you the truth, we've been together for over two years, and Jianpeng is mine now."

Ding Ting crossed her arms over her chest, as if deliberately trying to accentuate her ample breasts, her eyes glancing sideways at the scenery outside the corridor window as she spoke coldly.

"Why did you do this!"

Jia Li forced back her tears. Although she knew no one could bear such betrayal, her strong will refused to bow down and show weakness in front of this rival. If she cried now, she would be completely defeated.

"Perhaps you'll think I'm a slut, but I want to tell you that Jianpeng truly loves me. Have you ever thought about whether you, as a wife, haven't you neglected your responsibilities?"

Ding Ting's question left Jia Li speechless.

Before Jia Li could react, Ding Ting continued, "Jia Li, do you know, my mother died when I was eleven. As soon as I entered the orphanage, the director pointed at me and told me to learn from you; when I was fourteen, a modeling team came to our school for auditions, and I trained desperately, but the coach still pointed at me and told me to work harder; at nineteen, I finally won a prize in a modeling competition, but I still had to stand in third place, looking up at you, the champion! For over ten years, I've lived in your shadow. No matter how hard I try, they still say I'm your shadow! Why! Why do I still meet you after graduating and starting a new job! Why do Sister Wu still point at me and tell me to learn from the model employee! Why! I so want to beat you! I want to beat you!"

Ding Ting became more and more agitated, her voice growing louder, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hmph, is this your reason for stealing Jianpeng's love? You shameless bitch!"

"You're wrong. You don't understand Jianpeng at all, and you can't give him what he wants. This time, I won!"

Ding Ting burst into laughter through her tears, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"You bitch!"

Jia Li finally couldn't contain her anger any longer. She rushed forward, wanting to tear the other woman in front of her to shreds.

"Enough!"

Zhou Jianpeng's booming voice echoed throughout the corridor. ...

The spring air was warm and gentle, everything was becoming more and more vibrant, more and more better.

Jia Li lay on the hospital bed, her eyes slightly dim.

Her father-in-law, Old Zhou, sat on a chair beside the bed, his weathered hands tightly holding Jia Li's slender hand.

"Xiao Li, I just told the doctor that we'll stay here tonight, and go home tomorrow."

"Hmm..."

Jia Li seemed a little absent-minded, everything that had happened two days ago still vivid in her mind.

Old Zhou picked up an apple and skillfully peeled it for Jia Li.

"Dad, I can't eat... You eat it."

Jia Li's face still seemed to be stinging slightly; it was from Zhou Jianpeng's slap. Jia Li hadn't expected Zhou Jianpeng to actually hit her, such a heartless slap.

"How can you not eat? You barely ate any at lunch. If this keeps up, you'll have to come back in."

Her father-in-law's concern was not without reason. "Xiao Li, I haven't been neglecting you lately, have I? I've bought you all the foods you like."

"Yes."

"And I see you're even a bit plumper than before."

"Dad, I..."

"Alright, stop hiding it from me. The head doctor here is my old comrade-in-arms. He told me everything. To be honest, I wouldn't have known about this if I hadn't come to the hospital."

"Dad, I was going to tell you later..."

"Is it mine?"

"What are you talking about, you old fool? Of course it's yours!"

Jia Li pouted.

Old Zhou suddenly pounced on Jia Li on the hospital bed and kissed her deeply. Jia Li responded passionately, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths.

"The nurses might see us!"

"No, even if they do, it's okay! And don't call me 'old man,' from now on you're my dear wife, and I'm your man."

After saying that, Old Zhou quickly kissed Jia Li's cherry lips again.

"Okay, Dad."

"Dad? Don't call me 'Dad' in private anymore."

"Then I'll call you 'old man'!"

Jia Li smiled mischievously, full of charm.

"Little Li, I finally see you smile, it's so good..."

Old Zhou also smiled, a bright and radiant smile.

"Was it that night?"

Old Zhou's bloodshot eyes, filled with the marks of time, looked directly into Jia Li's youthful and beautiful eyes.

"Yes, on your sixty-sixth birthday."

Jia Li answered truthfully.

Old Zhou slowly stood up and let out a long sigh: "That's almost three months now."

Old Zhou paused for a moment. "You need to be careful from now on, try not to get angry. You're not alone anymore, be careful not to upset the baby."

"Hmm... How about it, becoming a father in my old age, feeling great, right?"

Old Zhou didn't say anything, just kept grinning foolishly. He was very certain that the child in Jia Li's belly was his. This was not only confidence in his own health, but also trust in his daughter-in-law Jia Li. And to be able to get a young girl pregnant at nearly seventy years old, this strange pleasure of still being able to perform at his best was something few people could understand.

Not only that, now a wish that Old Zhou had kept buried in his heart for many years had finally been fulfilled. The old man couldn't help but laugh heartily again, sounding full of energy.

"I have a son!"

Old Zhou stood at the window looking out, finally understanding what it meant for an old man to feel young again.

"Keep your voice down!"

Jia Li glanced worriedly at the door, afraid that a passing patient or nurse might hear her. She lowered her voice and said, "We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet."

The setting sun shone through the window, casting a beautiful glow that made the woman on the hospital bed look even more alluring.

"Come on, let me hear my son's voice."

Old Zhou acted playfully like a child, pressing his ear against Jia Li's belly.

"You're so naughty, it's only been two months, what can you hear?"

Jia Li's charming voice sounded like she was scolding Old Zhou, yet also like she was being coquettish.

"Sigh, honey, so that means you're fine, but Jianpeng is impotent."

"Yeah, I went for a checkup myself before, and I'm fine. I told him to go to the hospital for a checkup, but he just wouldn't, always blaming me."

"Yes, that kid is really stubborn, unlike me in that respect."

"Of course not like you, after all, he's not your biological son. How about it, now you're finally going to have your own son, aren't you happy!"

"Happy! Happy!"

The old man hummed a cheerful little tune, "I'll get you dinner."

"I want to eat shrimp!"

"Okay!"

Monday evening, during rush hour, the flow of people was endless in every corner of the city. At the same time, Ding Ting was hiding in her room at a chain hotel. She was actually quite scared after her confrontation with Jia Li two days ago.

She submitted her resignation that day, then canceled her rented old apartment. She didn't dare stay at Zhou Jianpeng's place, so she booked a hotel room. It was the weekend, and Zhou Jianpeng stayed with her the whole time.

Ding Ting knew Jia Li too well. She knew Jia Li wouldn't let her off so easily, and getting a permanent position wouldn't be easy. Even more terrifying was the uncertainty of how Jia Li would retaliate.

She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she had no way out. She had to pin everything on Zhou Jianpeng; for the sake of her future, she had to risk everything.

The doorbell rang. Ding Ting asked warily, "Who is it?" "

It's me, wife."

Hearing "wife," Ding Ting's tears streamed down her face. She quickly opened the door and rushed to hug Zhou Jianpeng tightly.

"It's alright, it's okay. I'm here."

Zhou Jianpeng kicked the door shut.

"Don't cry, darling. Did you miss me all day? I won't go to work tomorrow; I'll stay here with you."

"Call me wife."

"Huh?"

"Go ahead and call me!"

Ding Ting's tears hadn't subsided as she playfully punched Zhou Jianpeng's chest.

"Wife!"

Ding Ting's beautiful red lips pressed against Zhou Jianpeng's before he could react, a fierce and deep kiss ensuing, followed by the two falling onto the large, soft hotel bed.

A passionate and intense lovemaking ensued.

"You hit her last time, are you really okay?"

Ding Ting asked, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps after their lovemaking.

"Wife, I've thought about it. This is for the best. We've both been frank. I'll talk to her this weekend and we'll get a divorce."

Zhou Jianpeng's words were resolute, invigorating Ding Ting's heart.

"What about the money? Give her 200,000?"

"Probably more. Luckily, I already transferred a lot of money to your account. I'll probably have to give her half of the house I bought later, on the condition that she gets out of my dad's place."

"Your dad... will he accept me?"

"Don't worry, given time he'll have to accept it."

"How's work going lately?"

"It's alright, don't worry about that... After you divorce her, we'll buy a house, you move in, and then we'll get married, how about it? Our honeymoon will be in Bali..."

"No way! I want to go to the Maldives!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want." "

Honey, I want a son!"

"Wife, let me rest a bit..."

Located in the north of the city, Changzheng Hospital is a comprehensive hospital with military characteristics. Its facilities and the quantity and quality of its doctors and nurses are among the best in the city.

The innermost part of the hospital is the rehabilitation medicine ward, small in area but complete in all aspects, with particularly outstanding greenery and vegetation, a truly picturesque scene. Two days ago, after Jia Li was admitted to the hospital in a coma, she was transferred here at Lao Zhou's insistence, even after receiving an IV drip and regaining consciousness. Thanks to his old comradeship with the head doctor, Lao Zhou managed to get Jia Li an extra night in this special care ward. This wasn't entirely without reason, given that Jia Li is pregnant.

Now, all Jia Li needs to do is rest and recuperate. After eating the food and soup brought by her father-in-law, Lao Zhou, she lies quietly in her hospital bed.

Her physical health is almost fully recovered, but her emotional turmoil remains unresolved.

The next few months will likely be the most complex and difficult of her life. When to divorce Zhou Jianpeng, how to divide the assets, the status of her unborn child, and how to face the gossip and rumors—these are all issues she needs to consider.

She grew up in an orphanage, lacking parental love from a young age. She wanted to continue living with her father-in-law, but would he disregard ethical risks and societal disapproval to marry her? The significant age gap, their past relationship as father-in-law and daughter-in-law, meant their May-December romance would be anything but smooth. And then there was

the child in her womb. Both she and Old Zhou wanted the child to be born, but what would the child's status be after birth? Jia Li's thoughts were incredibly complex.

"Girl, I've finished washing the dishes. Let me talk to you a bit more."

"Talk? No need. When I went to the bathroom, I saw you getting quite intimate with a nurse."

"Little brat, are you jealous?"

"No way!"

Jia Li, like a lovesick teenager, turned her head away, teasing the old man.

"You said no? If you weren't pregnant, I really wanted to pamper you!"

"Would you dare?"

"Of course I would, but I'm afraid of disturbing my son."

"Would you go to see other women while I'm pregnant?"

Jia Li moved her hand, pretending to pinch Lao Zhou.

"Of course not."

"Old man, you're so honest."

"Hehe."

Lao Zhou smiled sweetly.

"Seeing how honest you are, I'll... I'll use my mouth to make you..."

"Huh?"

"What are you standing there for? Quickly lock the door!"

"Sigh!"

The hospital was quiet at night, and the patients had gone to bed early. Only in the innermost room of the special care ward on the seventh floor was a live sex show unfolding.

Lao Zhou kissed Jia Li's beautiful body all over, then he knelt on the young woman's hospital bed, his knees on either side of Jia Li's body. Jia Li's head was supported by the angle of the bed's rocking arm, resting on the pillow, her mouth constantly swallowing and spitting out Lao Zhou's penis.

Old Zhou, his hands braced against the wall, eyes closed, was enjoying the oral service of the beautiful young woman, Jia Li. Her head moved back and forth like a woodpecker, the platinum necklace on her slender white neck swaying with each movement.

Jia Li grew tired; the prolonged back-and-forth motion made her delicate neck ache. She stopped, supporting Old Zhou's buttocks with her hands, encouraging him to move on his own.

With his daughter-in-law's permission, Old Zhou tentatively began to thrust into Jia Li's mouth. Her mouth was incredibly warm and moist, and even more wonderfully, Jia Li's delicate tongue would swirl and stir as Old Zhou's penis entered. Her warm mouth enveloped his aging member, the glans already pushing deep into her soft throat.

Jia Li's fair hands would press tightly against his dry buttocks as he thrust, seemingly indicating that he should go even deeper. Old Zhou's movements quickened, and he became somewhat lost in the moment, using Jia Li's mouth as a vagina, thrusting in and out, each stroke penetrating to the deepest point. His glans scraped against her throat, and his aged testicles slapped against Jia Li's beautiful cheeks.

He began to stroke Jia Li's chestnut hair with both hands, holding the back of her head, completely ignoring his daughter-in-law's moans, and launched into his final thrust.

His penis erupted in Jia Li's mouth, spurting out jets of semen that shot straight up her soft throat and flowed relentlessly down her esophagus.

"If it hurts, just spit it out,"

Old Zhou said, panting heavily.

"No, I've already swallowed it all,"

Jia Li swallowed, deliberately licking her thin lips with her tongue. "Consider it an extra meal since I didn't eat enough for dinner."

Old Zhou tenderly stroked Jia Li's head, then closed his eyes, enjoying the final cleansing of his penis by Jia Li's mouth.

Now my daughter-in-law won't be bored during her pregnancy!

The increasingly short nights usher in increasingly long days. April air is filled with a unique sentiment. There was once a TV series depicting Xu Zhimo's love life that was very popular, called "April in the Human World." Actually, Lin Huiyin wrote a poem for her son:

You are the blossoming of trees, the swallows murmuring in the rafters—you are love, warmth, hope, you are April in the human world!

Old Zhou played chess with Old Zhang all morning. He usually wins more than he loses, but today he had a mixed record and seemed out of sorts.

"You look great lately, what's up today?"

"Nothing much."

Old Zhou chuckled. "What else could we possibly want at our age?" "

Hey, brother, you can't say that. Look at me, I've farmed all my life, what do I hope for? Just that my kids will amount to something."

"That's because your kid is honest. Look at my good-for-nothing son, he's making a scene about getting a divorce right now." "

Why? You city folks are so fussy. We country folk don't have so many rules when it comes to getting a wife."

"Sigh, I'm not going to talk to you anymore, you wouldn't understand. I have to go back now."

"Brother, when are you coming back to the village? We all miss you."

"Next year."

Old Zhou looked out the window thoughtfully. "Maybe this year."

"Not staying for lunch?"

"What good food could you possibly have at your shabby little gatehouse?"

"Hehe."

Old Zhang chuckled憨憨憨地, revealing the unique simplicity of a countryman.

The warmth of the gentle spring sunshine filled the air, as if the long winter was finally coming to an end.

Stepping into the house, Jia Li was already sitting on the comfortable sofa.

"Finished talking?"

"Yes, finished talking."

"What were his conditions?"

"Two hundred thousand yuan, plus half the ownership of the house he bought two years ago, totaling about one million yuan, on the condition that I leave here."

"You agreed?"

"No, I said I don't want the house anymore, I'll just stay here with you."

Jia Li blinked her beautiful, captivating eyes, radiating a fierce light, "I can't let that woman get away with it so easily!"

"Good! You're right! That brat came to me last time, wanting me to kick you out. Of course I disagreed and gave him a good scolding. Is that woman here today?" "

Hmm... I think he probably doesn't know about us yet. Today I deliberately dressed loosely so he wouldn't notice I'm pregnant."

"Sigh, but this isn't a long-term solution. Secrets can't stay hidden forever; it'll come out sooner or later."

Old Zhou's face showed anxiety. "You just said you'd stay here with me, what did he say?"

"He agreed, saying he'd draft a new divorce agreement next time. I think something's fishy about this."

"Don't worry, I know what he means. It's just a delaying tactic, slowly pressuring me to accept that woman as my daughter-in-law. Dream on!"

Old Zhou paced back and forth in the room, finally bursting into curses. "He still wants you to move your household registration out, so that after I die, this house will be his. No way!"

"Then...then should we wait a bit?"

"Yes, wait a bit."

Old Zhou lowered his head and pondered for a while. "Don't worry, I will definitely give the child a proper status, and give you a proper status."

Jia Li suddenly threw herself into Old Zhou's arms. "Just hearing that is enough!"

"Silly child, I'm afraid I'm too old and will hold you back."

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you forever!"

The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted the tender embrace of the father-in-law and daughter-in-law. Old Zhou gestured for Jia Li to stay still, and he answered the phone.

"Hello? It's me."

"Why is it you!"

Old Zhou's voice was loud, as if he really disliked the person on the other end of the phone.

"What? What did you say!"

"How could this be... where is he now?"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, facing a completely bewildered Jia Li, Old Zhou only said one sentence that shocked Jia Li: Jianpeng has been arrested!

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