Father-in-law and daughter-in-law's second passionate encounter

Old Sun is buying groceries. Actually, Old Sun isn't old; he's only fifty this year and is the deputy director of a department in Hunan Province. People call him Old Sun mainly because Sun Wukong often refers to himself as "Old Sun"—at first, it was just a few of his mahjong partners who called him that, but gradually people around him started calling him "Old Sun."
However, this "Old Sun" is not that "Old Sun." He's 1.75 meters tall, with a robust build, and no one would compare the two. Enough of the small talk. At the outermost edge of the market are a row of street vendors, one of whom is Granny Wang, from whom Old Sun often buys his food. Granny Wang's dishes are particularly exquisite, and she often has some new and interesting variations. Today, Old Sun has his eye on one particular vegetable—Gardenia flowers (or Yellow Gardenia flowers).
The green gardenia flowers were soaking in clear water and placed in a large bowl, making Old Sun's appetite soar. (Note: Gardenia is a Chinese medicinal herb with heat-clearing and detoxifying effects. Its flowers are blanched in boiling water, stir-fried with some green chilies and clear oil, and are especially delicious... I love this dish the most.) "Old Sun, what vegetables do you want to buy today?" Granny Wang greeted her with a smile when she saw her old customer arrive. "Wang Po, half a jin, please..." Old Sun pointed to the bowl of gardenia flowers. "...How much?" Wang Po rummaged through a plastic bag in a tattered basket and said, "This stuff is precious, it costs 10 yuan a jin. And it's in season, so if you like it, buy more. You can soak it in water at home and keep it for a few days." Hearing this, Old Sun took out ten yuan: "Then give me a jin." He said, "Gardia flowers are good to eat, they clear heat, detoxify, and stimulate the appetite, but it's a pity they're only available for a few days a year..." At this moment, a young woman came over, bringing a faint fragrance, and chimed in, "Yes, right? He Jiong from Hunan TV has a song called 'Gardenia Blossoms,' which is being sung everywhere on the streets now—you've heard it, haven't you?" Old Sun smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the young woman, and his heart skipped a beat. He stood up to examine her closely.
Granny Wang said, "You mean that pretty boy who hosts 'Happy Camp'?! What songs does he even know? 'Gardenia Blossom'? He got the 'branch' part of 'flower' wrong, and he calls himself a singer! I think Wang Han is better; that guy is really good at arranging things, I like him." The young woman giggled, "Grandma, you're really funny..." She lifted her skirt and squatted down in front of Granny Wang's vegetable stall. "Half a pound for me too." Old Sun glanced at the young woman's bare white feet and pink slippers, but then decided it wasn't appropriate to linger and hurried out of the market, heading home. He looked back at the corner; the young woman was still squatting there, unmoved...
Old Sun lived in Xianjia New Village, a quiet suburb of Changsha. The community had excellent landscaping, and the property management was particularly good, though the fees were a bit expensive. He bumped into Chen Hongzhuan in the stairwell—a name from the Cultural Revolution, meaning "both red and expert." Chen greeted Old Sun with a smile, "Director Sun, going to buy groceries?" Old Sun smiled back, "Yes, Old Chen, going out?" Chen Hongzhuan said, "My son's back, he's waiting for me at the door, saying we're going to Yinzhou for dinner." He then hurried downstairs. Old Sun couldn't help but envy Chen Hongzhuan, remembering he'd been home alone for almost two months, and shook his head. A while later, he reached the third floor, opened the door, and suddenly paused. On the red carpet by the door lay a pair of pink women's sandals, the same color as the slippers the young woman had worn at the market.
The slender, glossy black heels of the sandals, placed side by side, resembled two black jade pillars. "It's my wife!" Old Sun thought to himself, when a clear voice came from the kitchen: "Dad, is that you?" A young woman emerged, with bangs, dressed in sportswear, radiating energy, and adorned with two dimples. At first glance, she looked like the famous actress Xu Qing. Old Sun, somewhat surprised, exclaimed, "Xu Ying?! Why are you back in Changsha?" Xu Ying leaned against the railing on the split-level building, coquettishly replying, "I came back to keep you company, Dad, is that not allowed?" "Of course, of course!" Old Sun nodded hastily, changing his shoes as he did so. "You should have called when you got back; I could have picked you up." Xu Ying smiled and said, "How could I trouble you, Dad? No, Director Sun, I took a taxi back myself."
Taking the groceries from Old Sun, Xu Ying said, "I bought so many! I'm almost done cooking." She headed towards the kitchen, but just as she was about to enter, she suddenly turned back and smiled, "Dad, I put chili peppers in all the dishes today!" She made a face. Old Sun's heart skipped a beat. He stood frozen at the door for a few seconds before snapping out of his daze. He was about to go to the kitchen to help his wife when he called out, "Xu Ying, you just got back, take a rest. I'll do the cooking." He hurried towards the kitchen. Before he'd gone far, Xu Ying came out carrying a small rice cooker. "I've already made three dishes, Dad, do you want me to stir-fry another one?" Old Sun said, "Three dishes are enough. How much can the two of us eat? Let me see what Yingying made." He went into the kitchen and saw two plates of cooked dishes already laid out on the counter: one with cucumber and ham, and the other with stir-fried green peppers and dried tofu.
The water in the pot hadn't boiled yet, but a few finely sliced winter melon pieces were already bubbling inside—it was winter melon and pork soup. Xu Ying followed her in, carrying a large white porcelain bowl with blue and white decorations, in which a small bunch of scallions had already been placed. "Dad, the soup's ready, so we can eat now. Look how nice my dishes look!" Old Sun nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad! A lighter flavor is good, especially with this hot weather... It looks nice too, but I wonder how it tastes?" "Dad, you should try it first." Xu Ying immediately handed over a pair of chopsticks, extending them towards Old Sun. "Oh, okay!" Old Sun turned to take the chopsticks from Xu Ying, and in a flash, he saw Xu Ying's face less than a foot away, her big eyes blinking playfully as she looked at him. His hand trembled, and one of the chopsticks slipped from his grasp, bouncing on the countertop before falling to the floor. Old Sun reached out to catch it, but missed, and the chopstick fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Xu Ying let out a soft "Ah!" and their heads bumped together. Old Sun quickly reached out to support Xu Ying, saying, "Are you alright? It's all my fault... Sigh, I'm getting old, my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be."
Both of them stood up at the same time. Xu Ying lowered her head, then squatted down again to pick up the chopsticks, saying, "Dad, what do you mean by 'old age'? You're just talking nonsense." She placed the chopsticks on the table and took the two dishes out. Old Sun noticed that Xu Ying didn't look up at him, and felt a little uneasy. He didn't know what to say, and hesitated for a moment, seeing that Xu Ying hadn't come in. He thought to himself, "It was just a little bump, it's nothing, my wife shouldn't be angry." As he thought this, he felt his hands getting warmer; the soup was boiling. Old Sun quickly turned off the heat, picked up the iron pot, and carefully poured it into a large blue-and-white porcelain bowl, saying to the outside, "Xu Ying, the soup is ready." "Coming!" Xu Ying replied crisply from outside and came in. "Dad, you take the soup out, I'll get the bowls and chopsticks." Old Sun quickly replied, "Okay, okay." Xu Ying opened the sterilizer, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and a soup spoon. "It's ready, let's eat."
The father-in-law and daughter-in-law walked to the dining room together. Old Sun secretly glanced at her and noticed that Xu Ying's face still looked a little flushed. The two sat down. Old Sun first tasted a little of both dishes, then drank a small spoonful of soup, praising, "Hmm, not bad, Yingying's cooking skills are getting better and better, quite impressive." Receiving Old Sun's approval, Xu Ying's face lit up with a smile, and she quickly picked up a slice of ham and put it in Old Sun's bowl, saying, "Thank you, Dad, then you should eat some more." Looking at Xu Ying's happy and slightly playful expression, Old Sun once again had his own thoughts: Beijing girls are definitely more open and spoiled than Changsha girls... (This is just Old Sun's opinion). Old Sun ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, straightened his expression, and asked, "Yingying, didn't you say that after you finished things in Guangxi, you would go to the Li River to be with Sun Wei and your sister? Why are you back?" Xu Ying said, "What Li River? The scenes in the Li River were filmed a long time ago, and now they've gone to Mount Hua. I don't want to go to Mount Hua, I've been there a few times, and there's nothing fun about it."
"Went to Mount Hua?" Old Sun was taken aback. "That kid Sun Wei didn't even call me, really." "Dad!" Xu Ying put another piece of ham on Old Sun's plate. "Don't blame Sun Wei, blame that Zhang Jizhong. I don't think he's a good person at all. He's seventy or eighty years old and still has long hair. I heard he's the most troublesome..." The father-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted casually. The chandelier in the dining room cast a golden glow around the table, while the living room lights remained off. The father-in-law and daughter-in-law ate their meal in the lamplight—what a warm and cozy scene. Meanwhile, far away on Mount Hua, the film crew had begun shooting the night scenes...
In Changsha in April, people were already celebrating the passing of the spring chill, making their nightlife vibrant and colorful. Whether on the bustling Huangxing Road pedestrian street or the beautiful riverside avenue, neon lights and bustling crowds were everywhere; people seemed to have forgotten about sleep. The loud shouts of vendors in the night market and the soft whispers of couples by the willow-lined village along the Xiangjiang River created a complex blend of restlessness and tranquility. Far away in Xianjia New Village in the suburbs, Old Sun was also awake. Thick mist seeped in through the open window; Yuelu Mountain was completely dark, a somber black. Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, surging rapidly, occasionally revealing a sliver of bright white—a thunderstorm was imminent. Old Sun got out of bed and stood by the window. Everything seemed still silent; Xianjia Lake was quiet, even the mosquitoes were lying in wait. A houseboat drifted casually on the lake, a lantern hanging from its bow, motionless. Occasionally, a figure would move, and Old Sun thought, "The boatman is about to haul in his nets again." Sure enough, two more figures appeared in the lamplight, pulling on the net. Tiny splashes of water appeared on the lake's surface, and ripples spread outwards, breaking the tranquility of Xianjia Lake. Everything began to move. The willow branches beneath the window began to sway gently, and the air stirred.
Old Sun took two deep breaths, sensing the fresh, earthy scent in the air. A frog led the way with a few croaks, and then the croaking grew louder and louder, large and small, near and far, interspersed with the chirping of insects. Old Sun felt even more wide awake; this late spring night! He remembered a folk song from his youth: "Frogs croak, the water flows wide; young men yearn for their wives; young women yearn for their dowries..."
The wind grew stronger. Plastic bags and scraps of paper were blown up from the lakeshore, flying through the darkness. The sound of awnings being tossed about by the wind came from the rooftops. Old Sun quickly closed the window, then looked out again. The boatman had already hauled in his nets; the splash was huge when he pulled them up, and the nets were full of shimmering, wriggling fish. The boat began to move, quickly approaching the shore. Old Sun glanced at the alarm clock on the table; it was almost three o'clock. Suddenly remembering that the balcony window in the living room was probably still open, he slipped on a pair of slippers and went outside. He stopped as soon as he opened the door. There was still light in the living room; his wife must still be awake. -- For the past two months, his wife had often watched TV alone until very late. Old Sun, who also slept little, had noticed his wife's behavior but had never interfered. As someone who had been through it all, he understood his wife's feelings perfectly.
Is longing for one's husband also a part of Chinese culture? Old Sun peeked into the living room. The 43-inch rear-projection TV was on, but there was no signal, and the volume was turned down to the minimum, leaving only a densely packed, flickering screen. Under the screen's light, the orange sofa seemed to be coated with a layer of silver. Xu Ying, wearing a thin-strapped nightgown, leaned lazily against the sofa, her eyes hazy, staring motionlessly at the TV screen. A pair of long, slender legs stretched out from under the nightgown, resting on the coffee table. Beside her feet was a tall glass, still half full of liquid, reflecting a blood-red light under the fluorescent light. Next to it was an overturned wine bottle, but no wine had spilled, indicating it was empty. Old Sun was startled and hurried out of the bedroom and into the living room: "Yingying, how could you drink so much all by yourself…"
"Go to bed quickly, be careful not to catch a cold, it's going to rain heavily." Xu Ying slightly raised her head, saw it was Old Sun, raised her jade-like hand and patted it softly a few times beside her, lazily saying, "Dad, sit down..." Her head tilted back. Old Sun stood in front of Xu Ying, only to find that a pair of thighs on the coffee table were dazzlingly white, and he could vaguely see a few blue veins on her calves, seemingly constantly flowing. Looking up further, under the white nightgown, the young woman's body was completely exposed. His daughter-in-law wasn't wearing anything underneath! Old Sun felt a buzzing in his head, his mind went blank, and even his breathing became rapid.
Since his wife's death, Old Sun hadn't been intimate with a woman's body for almost five years, and for a moment, he felt an urge to pounce on her. Forcibly restraining himself, Old Sun bent down and took Xu Ying's hand: "Come on, Yingying, go to bed..." Xu Ying was still somewhat conscious. Pulled by Old Sun, she naturally sat up, her full breasts rising and falling with the momentum. Old Sun's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard: "Silly girl, why did you drink so much?" "Um... Dad..." Xu Ying suddenly stood up, her arms wrapped around Old Sun's neck like snakes, "Sun Wei doesn't love me..." Old Sun didn't have time to react, only feeling a fiery body thrust into his arms, his mind already a blur. He vaguely felt his daughter-in-law's pretty face pressed against his chest, muttering, "It's been two months..."
"Dad...call him back...Dad..." Old Sun felt a pang of sadness. The young couple had been married for over a year, yet they rarely spent time together, which must have been hard on Xu Ying. Thinking this, he lovingly put his arms around Xu Ying's shoulders and said, "It's my Wei who's disobedient. He refused a perfectly good job and insisted on going into that circle...Yingying, it's really hard on you...Just get a good night's sleep tonight. Come on, go to your room, it's windy outside. I'll call tomorrow..." "No, I don't want to sleep, Dad..." Xu Ying looked up, her eyes hazy as she gazed at Old Sun. "Sun Wei said he's filming a night scene today, I'll keep him company...Dad, will you keep him company too?" As she spoke, she draped Old Sun around the neck and pulled him toward the sofa, clearly drunk.
Old Sun hurriedly said, "Yingying, wait, don't..." Before he could finish speaking, his back couldn't withstand the pull of his young wife, and the two of them fell heavily onto the sofa at the same time. Rose from Titanic once pulled Jack from the cockpit to the back seat; she was a strong woman. Now, the tall Old Sun was being pulled down onto the sofa by his petite wife. What kind of woman was she?

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