My stunningly beautiful female boss at 29 (27-32)

27.
In the blink of an eye, National Day arrived. On October 1st, An Xiaomei and I boarded a flight to Chongqing.
This was my first return to the An and Yang families in twenty-three years. For this, I had made a tremendous mental effort to muster the courage to face the past I had been avoiding for over twenty years.
"Minmin, I'm back. I'm sorry..." I silently said to the woman I thought I would never see again.
The plane landed at Chongqing Jiangbei Airport. As An Xiaomei and I walked along the departure passage, my heart pounded with nervousness and unease.
"What's wrong? Xingyan, are you still a little nervous?" An Xiaomei asked, linking her arm with mine.
I smiled and glanced at her hand on my arm. "Be careful your sister doesn't see us."
We had already agreed not to let anyone in our families know about my relationship with An Xiaomei, including her closest friend, An Xiaomin.
"I know, we haven't left yet," An Xiaomei laughed.
As we approached the port, we saw An Xiaomin's tall and graceful figure standing in the crowd, waving to us.
"Sister..." An Xiaomei called out, quickly walking over with her suitcase.
The two sisters embraced warmly, exchanging pleasantries while holding each other's hands.
Twenty-three years had passed, and this was the first time I had met An Xiaomin. Although An Xiaomei had shown me photos of her now, seeing her in person still filled me with overwhelming emotion.
When I left Wanzhou, she was a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl; now, she had grown into a stunning thirty-nine-year-old woman, a PhD, professor, and doctoral supervisor.
She was still beautiful, only time had made her more mature and intellectual. She had long, flowing
black hair, wore a beige-gray long-sleeved silk blouse, and black slim-fit cropped trousers, the blouse tucked into the waistband, the fabric fluttering in the breeze. She wore black high-heeled shoes and carried a Chanel bag.
She exuded a gentle, graceful, elegant, and mature charm, like a breath of fresh air.
Watching An Xiaomin warmly greeting her younger sister, the scene from the morning I left Wanzhou flashed before my eyes once more—a scene that has caused me heartache every time I recall it for over twenty years. This time, when I reunited with her after twenty-three years, my heart ached especially badly.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I looked away, trying hard to hold them back. I heard An Xiaomei calling, "Xingyan, come here!"
I turned to see the two sisters smiling at me. I had no choice but to pull my suitcase towards them; those few steps felt like traversing twenty-three years.
"Xingyan, long time no see," An Xiaomin said, smiling.
Her eyes were so gentle, so serene, yet I could clearly sense the resentment hidden within, a resentment that had been building up for twenty-three years.
"Yes! Long time no see," I said, almost unable to meet her gaze.
An Xiaomei glanced at me, then at her sister, and smiled, "Has Xingyan changed a lot?"
An Xiaomin smiled and nodded, "Yes, quite a lot. He looks more weathered, more mature, and darker... Shall we go? They're all waiting at home!"
She reached out to take my suitcase. I said calmly, "It's okay, I can carry it myself."
"Yes! Sister, he's a grown man, why are you helping him?" An Xiaomei laughed, taking her sister's arm and walking towards the escalator leading to the garage.
I followed behind the two sisters, keeping a distance, silently watching them. Both women were equally tall (nearly 1.7 meters), their backs so graceful it was hard to look away.
The sisters chatted and laughed softly as they walked, glancing back at me once; I guessed they were talking about me.
After walking a while, An Xiaomei suddenly stopped, turned back, and called out to me, "Xingyan, hurry up!"
I had no choice but to meet their gazes and lower my head to catch up. An Xiaomei laughed, "Brother, haven't seen your sister in so long? Are you shy seeing her all of a sudden?"
An Xiaomin playfully slapped his sister, then subtly looked away when our eyes met.
Next to An Xiaomin's car was a black Mercedes-Benz E300L. An Xiaomei's phone rang; she put her suitcase in the back of the car and went to answer it.
After An Xiaomin opened the trunk, I put An Xiaomei's suitcase in the car, accidentally knocking over my large suitcase.
An Xiaomin bent down to pick up the suitcase, and in doing so, a glimpse of her breasts, encased in a bra, came into view, her cleavage deep.
I thought to myself, "Don't let this slender professor's figure fool you, she's quite well-endowed." I quickly said, "Let me do it! It's quite heavy..."
But she didn't let go, and together we carried the suitcase into the car, asking, "What did you pack? It's so heavy..."
I said it was mainly gifts for everyone, and put the suitcase in the car.
An Xiaomin smiled at her sister who had just finished her phone call, "What? You already have plans after just getting off the plane?"
An Xiaomei smiled, "Of course."
"But you can't miss tonight's family dinner!"
"No, it's at another time." An Xiaomei said, and we both got into the back seat.
An Xiaomin sat in the driver's seat and laughed, "Why are you two sitting in the back? Do you really think I'm your driver?"
An Xiaomei smiled at her sister, "Then I'll sit in the front and keep you company!"
We drove out of the airport and into the city of Chongqing. The beautiful scenery composed of mountains, rivers, and towering skyscrapers came into view.
An Xiaomei exclaimed, "Chongqing is so beautiful! Every time I come back, I feel it's so beautiful."
An Xiaomin smiled and asked me, sitting in the back seat, "Xingyan, how long has it been since you came back?"
"Four or five years, I guess?" I replied. Since I went to Guangzhou all those years ago, I haven't been back.
"Then let Meimei show you around these next few days."
"Sister, where would I find that much time? Class reunions and girls' get-togethers are all waiting for me!"
"You brat, do you go to class reunions and girls' get-togethers every day? Xingyan rarely comes back, can't you take some time to spend with him?"
"Then why don't you spend time with him? You only know how to order me around..."
An Xiaomin blushed slightly, didn't say anything, and continued driving.
Since we met today, it's as if there's a wall between us, like an ordinary friend or family member. I know that this wall is built up by twenty-three years of time.
I couldn't help but think of Biondi's "Glorious Years," "The years have turned what we had into what we lost..."
Yes! What we had in the past has been turned into loss by time, and will never come back.
Looking at Ahn Hyo-min's beautiful profile as she drove, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
The Mercedes E300L drove into an upscale residential area and stopped in front of a riverside villa. I knew this was Ahn Hyo-min's home.
The thought of my family, whom I had avoided for over twenty years, waiting for me inside filled me with nervousness and unease.
After I got out of the car, a tall, well-dressed middle-aged man stood at the door, wearing glasses and appearing refined and elegant.
Although we hadn't seen each other for over twenty years, I could still vaguely recognize him from his face; he was my childhood friend, Yang Yifan. Now, he was the owner of a real estate development company.
At that moment, my thoughts drifted back to our childhood, to the times we fought, and to the times he got beaten up by Uncle Yang.
"Xingyan, you're finally back!" Yang Yifan gave me a big hug as soon as he saw me.
I didn't know how to respond to his enthusiasm, and just said softly, "Yifan..."
He patted my shoulder hard, his eyes glistening with tears, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
"Brother Yifan, what about me?" An Xiaomei said playfully.
Yang Yifan opened his arms and laughed heartily, "My beautiful little sister-in-law, welcome back too."
He said, hugging An Xiaomei as well. His words, "little sister-in-law," pierced my heart. I looked at An Xiaomin, who was smiling at her husband and sister.
She looked at me again, and I once again avoided her gaze.

28.
Upon entering the garden, Yang Yifan said, "They're all on the terrace! Let's go this way."
We climbed a staircase covered by a glass roof next to the main house and arrived at a large terrace on the second floor.
Facing the Jialing River, the terrace offered a panoramic view of the mountains, water, and high-rises on the opposite bank—a truly beautiful sight.
"Hey, where are they?" Yang Yifan said, then called into the house, "Dad, Mom..."
An old man emerged from the house, and when he saw me, tears streamed down his face. It was Uncle An. When I left home, he was a strong, middle-aged man in his forties; now he was a gray-haired old man in his sixties.
I immediately recalled how he had brought me back to Wanzhou from my wandering days in Chongqing, and how he had pleaded with the school to let me return to school. His anxious and earnest expression truly showed a father's heart aching for his son!
At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down my face.
"Xingyan, child, you're finally back," Uncle An said in a trembling voice.
“I’m back, Uncle An,” I choked out.
“Xingyan…” Another elderly man appeared beside Uncle An, calling out to me, his face also streaked with tears.
In my mind, scenes flashed back of Uncle Yang taking me back to his home, and of him beating up Yang Yifan to protect me.
Facing my two adoptive fathers, who had shown me such profound kindness and cared for me for over twenty years, I knelt down, burying my face in my hands, tears streaming down my cheeks. At that moment, I truly didn’t understand why I had left without a word. Was it to escape them? Or to escape myself?
The two elderly men came to my side, reaching out to help me up. “Child, get up, get up quickly…”
I remained kneeling, grasping their outstretched hands in one, sobbing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
The An sisters, watching this scene, also wept uncontrollably.
After I got up, Aunt Jiang also came to my side; she looked much older than before.
“Aunt Jiang…” I called out.
“Oh, Xingyan…” Aunt Jiang responded tearfully, a look of guilt on her face.
Actually, after all these years away, I no longer blamed her and Aunt Zhuang. Back then, given the circumstances, as mothers, it was only natural for them to prioritize their own children.
Especially Uncle Yang, who always beat Yang Yifan for my sake—what mother wouldn't feel heartache and have objections? And Uncle An, those gossipy women in the factory back then, spreading rumors everywhere that I was his illegitimate child—how could Aunt Zhuang bear such pressure?
An Xiaomin put her arm around the shoulder of a boy and came to me, saying to the boy, “This is Uncle Xingyan, call him Uncle.”
She then smiled at me, “This is my son with Yifan, named Yang Anyi, just starting junior high.”
The little guy was quite tall; although he had just entered puberty, he was already almost as tall as his mother. He looked at me with a look of unfamiliarity in his eyes. An Xiaomin nudged her son's shoulder, “Say it!”
Only then did Yang Anyi call out, “Uncle Xingyan,” while Yang Yifan patted his son's head. Yang Anyi looked at An Xiaomei, "Auntie, where are the shoes you bought for me?"
An Xiaomei had bought her nephew a pair of the latest limited-edition Adidas sneakers when she went to Hong Kong.
An Xiaomin scolded, "All you ever think about are shoes! Your aunt just got back, can't you let her rest a bit?"
An Xiaomei took her nephew's hand and smiled, "Come on, let's go to your room to try them on."
The aunt and nephew left the terrace affectionately. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Aunt Jiang and An Xiaomin, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Uncle An, Uncle Yang, Yang Yifan, and I sat on the terrace drinking tea and reminiscing about
our more than twenty years apart. Although they already knew most of my situation from An Xiaomei, they still asked detailed questions, which I answered one by one. Yang Yifan didn't say much, silently keeping the three of us company, pouring tea and refilling our water.
At Uncle An and Uncle Yang's suggestion, this welcome-back dinner after my return to Chongqing was to be eaten at home, so I would feel like I was back home. My adopted brother, An Xiaodong, went to play golf with his friends and would be arriving later.
As we chatted, Uncle An grasped my hand, tears welling in his eyes once more. "Child, you've suffered so much."
I could only comfort him, "Uncle An, it's not your fault, it's my own doing."
Uncle Yang also said, unable to bear it, "No matter what, we didn't take good care of you, we didn't fulfill our responsibilities, we've let your parents down!"
I comforted him again. Yang Yifan said, "Gentlemen, don't blame yourselves, it's all fate's arrangement. Besides, it's not a bad thing for a man to suffer a little..."
He looked at me again, "Right? Xingyan?"
I smiled slightly at him and nodded.
The lights along the banks of the Jialing River were just coming on, and on the terrace, the prepared dishes were being served one after another. Uncle An muttered, "What time is it? Why isn't that brat Xiaodong here yet? What's he doing?"
He then said to An Xiaomei, "Meimei, call your brother and ask where he is."
"No need to call, he'll come naturally when he smells the aroma." An Xiaomin brought a dish to the table and smiled, then went inside to get other dishes.
Just then, footsteps and voices came from the stairs. "I'm here, not late, right?"
An Xiaomin smiled. "How about it? I wasn't wrong, was I?"
An Xiaomei smiled at her brother who came to the terrace and said, "Brother, you really did come by the aroma, your dog nose is really sharp."
An Xiaodong laughed, "You're insulting yourself! If I'm a dog, what are you?"
When I left, An Xiaodong was just a teenager, about the same age as Yang Anyi is now. This year he's thirty-six, tall and handsome, over 1.8 meters tall, dressed in designer clothes, you definitely wouldn't recognize him on the street.
"You are... Brother Xingyan, right?" he smiled at me.
I stood up, smiled and nodded at him, and shook his hand. Although he often played with me, An Xiaomin, and Yang Yifan when he was little, we hadn't seen each other for over twenty years, so it was practically like meeting strangers.
Everyone sat around the table, and An Xiaomei was the first to pick up a piece of food and put it in her mouth, chewing as she said, "Mmm, delicious! It's been so long since I've had home-cooked food, it's so good!"
She then asked, "Aunt Jiang, which of these dishes did you make, and which did my sister make?"
Aunt Jiang pointed here and there with her chopsticks, explaining which dishes she made and which An Xiaomin made.
“Hehe, that’s great…” An Xiaomei laughed, reaching for her chopsticks again, but Uncle An stopped her.
He said to Yang Yifan, “Yifan, this is your home, you’re the head of the household, why don’t you say something first?”
Yang Yifan looked at An Xiaomin and chuckled, “Wife, you’re the highest leader of our little family, why don’t you do it?”
An Xiaomei teased, “Oh! Brother-in-law, you’re very respectful of your superiors! You have a bright future.”
An Xiaomin was pouring drinks for everyone and laughed, “With so many elders here, I won’t say anything!”
Seeing her and Yang Yifan’s harmonious and happy marriage, I felt a mix of emotions.
Yang Yifan then said to his father-in-law, "Dad, you should do it!"
Uncle An said, "You're a grown man, managing such a big company, why do you have to ask your wife for permission on everything?"
He then said to Uncle Yang beside him, "Old buddy, say a few words."
Uncle Yang raised his hand to him, "Go ahead, go ahead, stop being so long-winded." Uncle
An picked up his wine glass and said, "Since that's the case, I'll say a few words. Everyone, whether you're drinking or having a soft drink, raise your glasses..."
Everyone raised their glasses. Uncle An continued, "Today is National Day, and also the day Xingyan returned to our big family. Twenty-three years, it hasn't been easy!"
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes again. He wiped them away and said, "This matter, first and foremost, owes to Meimei. It was she who brought Xingyan back..."
An Xiaomei immediately sat up straight, slightly shaking her head, adopting a proud and self-satisfied demeanor.
An Xiaodong joked, "An Xiaomei, you're something else! You actually got Dad's praise. From childhood to adulthood, all the praise he's ever given has been to my sister."
An Xiaomei retorted, "You can talk about yourself, but don't drag me into it. I've received plenty of praise from Dad since I was little, but you're the one who never gets any praise, okay?"
Uncle An put his cup down on the table and said unhappily, "You two siblings, can you wait until I finish what I have to say before you start talking nonsense?"
An Xiaomei stuck out her tongue, and An Xiaodong smiled apologetically at his father, "Director An, please, please..."
I had already heard from An Xiaomei that Uncle An had been a workshop director before retiring, so An Xiaodong jokingly called him "Director An."

29.
Uncle An raised his glass again, about to speak, when Aunt Jiang chimed in, "Yifan's dad, it's true! Of all these children, Minmin has been the most worry-free since childhood. She's been smart, beautiful, and excellent in both character and academics. She got into a 985 university for her bachelor's and master's degrees, then earned her doctorate, and now she's a professor at a prestigious university, and a doctoral supervisor..."
An Xiaomin corrected, "Mom, she's an associate professor, not a professor. The two are very different."
Aunt Jiang laughed, "Anyway, she's a professor. Besides, didn't Yifan say you'd be promoted to full professor soon?"
She was particularly proud of having such an outstanding daughter-in-law. An Xiaomei rolled her eyes, slumped her head on the table, and lamented, "It's over, it's over. A perfectly good meal has turned into a praise session for my sister."
Uncle Yang said to Aunt Jiang, "Yifan's mom, why are you acting like the younger ones? Let Weiguo finish speaking, okay?"
Everyone stopped chattering and looked at Uncle An. Uncle An continued speaking, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he forgot his words. "Oh, where was I? You guys interrupted me, and I forgot what I wanted to say. In short, welcome Xingyan back to our big family. From now on, he is an inseparable part of our family."
Everyone agreed, and amidst laughter and chatter, they raised their glasses to celebrate my return. Only then did the welcome banquet officially begin.
I could feel the harmony and closeness between everyone in this big family, and I was also willing to return to this loving family. But in my heart, I always felt that there was something between me and them.
Uncle Yang raised his glass to me and said, "Xingyan, let's have a drink, just the two of us."
I quickly took the glass with both hands, "Uncle Yang..."
Uncle Yang continued, "On behalf of your Uncle An, everyone here, I want to say that this is Yifan and Minmin's home, and from today onwards, it is also your home."
He then asked his son and daughter-in-law, "Do you two have any objections to what I'm saying?"
"No, Dad," An Xiaomin said with a smile as she served food to Yang Anyi, who was sitting next to her.
Yang Yifan smiled at me and said, "Xingyan, what my dad said is also my opinion."
I smiled back at him and said, "Thank you."
Uncle Yang continued, "Of course! My home and your Uncle An's home are also your home. Whether you come back to Chongqing for a short stay or want to settle down here, this will always be your home."
I clinked glasses with Uncle Yang and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yang, thank you, Uncle An, and thank you everyone."
I finished my drink in one gulp, and An Xiaomin watched me silently. Yang Yifan also raised his glass to me, "Xingyan, when we were little, I always picked fights with you, and I got beaten by my dad a lot for it. I hope you won't hold it against me."
I raised my glass and smiled, "Likewise, likewise. We were in the same class when we were little, and you did better than me. I was jealous of you then, so I always competed with you. I hope you won't hold it against me either."
Yang Yifan glanced at An Xiaomin, then looked at me, "Actually, all along, I was the one who was jealous of you, wasn't I?"
The atmosphere became a little awkward after this. An Xiaomin looked at Yang Yifan and then at me. An Xiaomin said, "You two, if you want to drink, then drink. Why hold onto so many old grudges?"
Yang Yifan and I then clinked glasses and drank our drinks. An Xiaodong also toasted me, "Brother Xingyan, when I was bullied as a child, you and Brother Yifan always stood up for me..."
Yang Yifan put down his chopsticks and said, "That's right. Back then, it was only in situations like these that Xingyan and I stood on the same side."
"So..." An Xiaodong continued, "In the future, whatever it may be, just let your brother know."
"Okay, thank you," I said calmly, clinking glasses with An Xiaodong.
Uncle An poured himself a full glass of wine, and before he could even say "Xingyan," An Xiaomin stopped him, saying, "Dad, drink less, your blood pressure will spike again."
"It's alright, it's alright, today's a good day, Dad's happy," Uncle An said, then turned to me and said, "Xingyan, I don't have much to say, we're both in our hearts, what's past is past, let's look forward."
"Okay, Uncle An," I smiled, and drank a glass with him.
Yang Yifan said to his brother-in-law, "Dongzi, why don't you stay here tonight? Have your sister prepare a room for you, so everyone can have some fun."
An Xiaodong said, "Forget it, I'll go back to sleep."
An Xiaomin said while eating, "Who wants him to stay here? Go back to your own doghouse."
An Xiaodong grinned at his sister and said, "Sister, you don't need to kick me out. I know you don't like me."
An Xiaomei said, "Brother, why do you have to go back? Is there a girl waiting for you at home?"
"No, where?"
"Still saying no? Did I see an alien at your place one day?" An Xiaomei said, laughing at her sister, "Right? Sister, hehe..."
An Xiaomin smiled without saying a word. An Xiaodong complained to his sister, "Sister, aren't you too gossipy? You even told An Xiaomei about this?"
An Xiaomin smiled calmly, "If you can do it, why can't I?"
I heard about this from An Xiaomei. One morning, An Xiaomin, thinking her younger brother wasn't home, went to his place to tidy up the room and buy some daily necessities. Suddenly, a naked girl came downstairs. Both women screamed in fright. The girl quickly covered herself and ran back upstairs. An Xiaomin also fled her brother's house.
Later, An Xiaomin scolded her brother, blaming him for bringing a girl home to spend the night. An Xiaodong felt quite aggrieved, saying he was only in his thirties and single, so such things were normal.
Listening to the conversation between the three siblings, I felt that their relationship was very good, just like when they were children. They say a tree grows bigger and branches out, but these three siblings are still incredibly close. I'm very happy for them.
Uncle An slammed his wine glass down on the table and said irritably, "All you do is flirt with this girl and that girl, but you never think about marriage. That's just being a hooligan. If this were during the crackdown in 1983, your behavior would be considered hooliganism and you'd be sentenced to a heavy prison term."
Aunt Jiang scolded, "Oh dear! Weiguo! So Dongzi just dates a few girls? What kind of talk is that? Heavy prison term? Why don't you say execution? How can you talk to a child like that?"
She then laughed and said, "Weiguo, you're such a strange person..." Is it strange? People all prefer boys over girls, but it’s better for you to favor girls over boys, which hurts your two daughters so much! Hold it in your hand for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting. What about the boy? If you pull me over, you'll scold me, if you catch me, you'll beat me..."
Uncle An smiled and said, "Boy and girl! Naturally, everyone has his own way of raising things.
An Xiaomei smiled and said: "Aunt Jiang, you don't understand this. On the surface, my dad favors girls over boys, but in fact he still favors
boys over girls." An Xiaodong protested: "An Xiaomei, dare your father's spank not hit your butt?" Is this also called patriarchal preference? "
" Bastard! "Uncle An lectured, "She's your sister, she's like An Xiaomei, can't you call Meimei?
An Xiaodong spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "Did you see what I said?"
Aunt Jiang smiled again and said: "I understand this truth. Isn't it just that the yellow thorn stick produces a good man?" Isn't it the same with your Uncle Yang? It was so cruel to hit Yifan back then, and I feel sad when I think about it. "
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became a bit awkward. An Xiaomin glanced at me, then picked up a piece of food for her mother-in-law with her chopsticks. "Mom, eat."
Aunt Jiang realized her mistake and immediately stopped talking.
During the meal and conversation, I toasted Uncle An, Uncle Yang, Aunt Jiang, Yang Yifan, and An Xiaodong. When it was An Xiaomin's turn, I held my glass and stammered, "I...I toast you..."
An Xiaomin buried her head in her food, ignoring me. Yang Yifan reminded her, "Minmin, Xingyan is talking to you!"
An Xiaomin said to her sister, "I don't even know who he's talking to!"
An Xiaomei said to me, "Oh dear! You've been saying those two words for over ten years, can't you remember them now?"
I said with difficulty, "Min...Minmin, I toast you!"
"Okay!" An Xiaomin quickly clinked her drink glass against mine, took a sip, and continued eating.
I felt quite embarrassed. An Xiaomei said from the side, "Brother Xingyan, isn't it my turn?"
I raised my glass to her and smiled, "President An, thank you for taking me in in Guangzhou, and thank you for bringing me back."
An Xiaomei patted my shoulder and laughed, "Little Chen, do a good job, don't let the boss down."
Aunt Jiang said, "You silly girl, this isn't Guangzhou, and it's not at the company, how can you talk to your brother like that?"
An Xiaomei smiled at Aunt Jiang, "Just kidding! Hehe..."
An Xiaodong asked, "Brother Xingyan, my sister is so unruly, she's really hard to please, isn't she?"
An Xiaomei protested, "Who are you calling unruly?"
I laughed, "She's alright, on par with the Abbess Miejue."
An Xiaomei hit me and said coquettishly, "Who are you calling the Abbess Miejue?"
Everyone laughed.

30.
Yang Yifan said to me, "Xingyan, have you ever thought about coming back to Chongqing to develop your career? There will always be a place for you in my company. If you don't want to work for me, Dongzi has a lot of connections, he can help you too."
An Xiaomin was a little unhappy and stopped me, saying, "Don't say that."
Yang Yifan didn't care, "We're brothers! Why beat around the bush?"
I smiled calmly, "Your company is in real estate development, I don't know anything about it, so I don't want to cause you any trouble."
Yang Yifan said, "You can do administration! You've been eloquent since you were a child, you know everything, you'll definitely be fine."
"In the end, isn't it just about being good with your words?" I smiled bitterly, "Thanks, but I've been in Guangzhou for four or five years, I've adapted to the food and climate there, I don't want to move..."
I took a sip of wine and laughed, "If one day I really can't make it, I'll come back and be your driver, I'm good at that."
Yang Yifan chuckled, "What are you saying? How could I possibly use you as a driver!"
"Stop talking, okay?" An Xiaomin suddenly yelled at her husband.
Yang Yifan was startled and looked at An Xiaomin. Everyone else was also quite surprised and looked at her as well.
"I'll go make some soup..." An Xiaomin stood up, glared at me, and walked into the house.
In the entire An family, including her son-in-law Yang Yifan, although Uncle An was the highest authority, the real backbone and person in charge was An Xiaomin. Even Uncle An had to give way to his eldest daughter at crucial moments.
Her little display of power made the atmosphere at the table a bit awkward. Fortunately, An Xiaodong and An Xiaomei were both good at socializing and quickly restored the atmosphere.
After the banquet, everyone moved to the living room. Yang Yifan, An Xiaodong, and I played mahjong with Aunt Jiang, Uncle An and Uncle Yang played chess, the two An sisters washed dishes in the kitchen, and Yang Anyi went back to her room to play games.
The two sisters washed and dried dishes, chatting and laughing. Looking at these two beautiful women, one my childhood sweetheart and the other my current girlfriend, I couldn't help but feel grateful for their love throughout my life; it was truly a blessing from heaven.
A little while later, An Xiaomin brought over two glasses of water and two small medicine bottles on a tray, placing them on the coffee table. She said, "Dads, it's time to take your medicine. One is for blood pressure, and the other is for blood sugar. Don't get them mixed up!"
The two old men were focused on their chess game and didn't say a word. An Xiaomin tapped each of them on the shoulder. "I'm talking to you two! Did you hear me?"
The two old men finally responded, "Okay, okay..."
"Why are you acting like a child? Even worse than Yang Anyi, you're such a worry..." An Xiaomin muttered as she walked away.
Uncle Yang stared at the chessboard and said, "Hey! This girl, she's got it all."
An Xiaomin walked behind An Xiaodong, put her hands on her younger brother's shoulders, and asked, "Have you booked the private room for tomorrow's dinner?"
An Xiaodong was busy drawing and playing cards, and said with his head down, "Booked, booked."
An Xiaomin added, "Don't be careless. I heard the private rooms there are in high demand. Tomorrow at noon is a welcome dinner for my second uncle's family. If we don't have a room, I'll hold you responsible."
As she spoke, she grabbed her younger brother's ears on both sides. Previously, An Xiaomin's second uncle and aunt in Shanxi, along with her cousin, who is An Xiaomei's biological parents and younger brother, along with her cousin's wife and child, had already set off from there for a road trip to Chongqing, traveling and sightseeing along the way, and were expected to arrive in Chongqing tomorrow morning.
Uncle An was hosting a banquet at the restaurant to entertain relatives who had traveled from afar. Besides his children, son-in-law, and grandson, Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang would also be attending, making it a grand affair. Therefore, An Xiaomin was extremely concerned about the private room, fearing her younger brother might mess it up.
An Xiaomei, besides her biological parents, had two older sisters and a younger brother back in her hometown. For many years, Uncle An's family and her brother's family in Shanxi had maintained contact, though An Xiaomei referred to her biological parents as her second uncle and second aunt. An
Xiaodong could only say, "Don't worry, sister, it won't be a problem."
An Xiaomin then released him, playfully patting her brother's shoulder, saying, "Don't you dare mess this up, this kid's already got a winning hand!"
She then walked towards the kitchen. An Xiaodong protested, "Hey! Sister, you can't mess with your brother like that!"
"A sister who professionally messes with her brother, haven't you heard of that?" An Xiaomin turned back and laughed.
Looking at her back, I couldn't help but sigh again, thinking how God had created such a perfect woman.
She was beautiful and intelligent, talented and accomplished. She was successful in her career and virtuous at home, respecting her parents and in-laws, caring for her husband and children, and loving her younger brother and sister. There was probably no more perfect woman. With such a wife, what more could Yang Yifan ask for in this life?
"Xingyan, play your card! What are you standing there for?"
Yang Yifan's voice interrupted my thoughts. I focused my attention on the game, but couldn't decide which card to play.
An Xiaomei came up behind me, watched for a moment, and then picked up a card. "Play this one."
"You've seen all three of our cards, no crossing your arms!" An Xiaodong protested.
"When did I see any of your three cards?" An Xiaomei said defiantly, discarding the card. "I'll play this one."
"Kong!" Yang Yifan pushed over his three cards, then took the one An Xiaomei had discarded and stacked them together, smiling at her, "Thanks, Meimei."
"Tch!" An Xiaomei rolled her eyes, patting my shoulder and saying, "It's okay, we'll win by self-draw, we'll beat all three."
In the end, I lost quite a bit in this hand. An Xiaomei patted my shoulder, "Get out of here, get out of here, let me play, what kind of luck are you having?"
I didn't really want to play anyway, so I was more than happy to let An Xiaomei take my place.
Sitting on the terrace, I lit a cigarette and gazed at the brightly lit banks of the Jialing River across the river. My first day back in the An Yang family filled me with mixed emotions.
I knew everyone genuinely welcomed my return, but I still felt a little awkward. Although the long-lost warmth of family touched my heart, I couldn't shake the sense of distance between us.
Lost in thought, An Xiaomin came onto the terrace, and my heart involuntarily quickened.
"What are you thinking about all alone here?" she asked, sitting down beside me.
"Nothing, just getting some fresh air," I replied, trying to appear calm with a slight smile.
"Don't take what Yifan said at dinner to heart," An Xiaomin said gently.
I smiled and said, "How could I? What he said was perfectly normal."
A moment of silence followed. Since returning to Chongqing today, this was the first time I'd been alone with her, something I subconsciously longed for, yet I didn't know what to say. Especially the events of that morning twenty-three years ago—just thinking about it made it hard to face her. After
a long silence, An Xiaomin said softly, "Twenty-three years. Why have you never thought of coming back, back to us? If it weren't for Meimei's unexpected encounter with you, were you planning to never see us again?"
Her eyes, like evening stars, stared at me, leaving me speechless. After a long silence, she asked again, "Xingyan, what are you running away from? Are you running away from your past experiences, from us? Or are you running away from yourself?"
Hearing her words, I thought to myself, "I'm sorry, Minmin, besides what you said, there's another crucial reason: I simply can't face you!
" I murmured, "I'm sorry for making you all worry about me."
"Brother Xingyan..." she called me again, just like she did when we were children and teenagers, "I don't want to hear you say sorry. I just hope you understand that bringing you back to this family isn't just the wish of our two fathers, but also the wish of everyone in us. Everyone in this family truly loves you and truly wants what's best for you. Do you understand?"
I smiled at her and nodded.
"So, I hope you can open your heart to all of us, instead of using your silence to keep your distance, okay?"
I looked at her and said, "Minmin, I haven't, I just need more time to adjust."
She smiled sweetly at me, "You can finally call me that freely now. I hope you'll call me that for the rest of your life..."
Her gentle gaze flowed through my heart like water, but then I heard her continue, "Because you'll always be my brother, and I'll always be your sister."
Those last words pierced me deeply. But then I thought, she's someone else's wife now, a mother of a boy. What else can we be if not siblings? At least we can stay by each other's side often and grow old together.
Perhaps, this is the only ending we can have after all we've been through. A pain, like fireworks exploding, spread through my heart.
I held back my tears and smiled at her, "Okay."

31.
Because of the holiday, Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang have been staying at the villa these past few days. Since Uncle An had his cervical disc surgery, An Xiaomin, despite his objections, had brought him to live with her to make it easier to take care of him.
So tonight, only An Xiaodong wasn't staying at the villa; he was used to living alone and didn't want to stay with his father, sister, and brother-in-law.
In my room, I had just finished washing up when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me," came An Xiaomei's voice from outside.
I opened the door, and An Xiaomei stood outside in her pajamas. She looked around, squeezed in, and closed the door behind her.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid they'll see you?" I said, and before I could finish, An Xiaomei wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips.
After a passionate kiss, she smiled at me and said, "I missed you! I came over for a bedtime kiss."
"Go back quickly, be careful they don't see you," I laughed.
"You and my sister were talking for so long on the terrace, what were you two talking about?" An Xiaomei asked.
"Nothing much, she just chatted with me casually, telling me not to be shy, to treat this place as my home, and to integrate into this big family."
"That's all? Nothing else?" She seemed a little skeptical.
"Nothing else. What else do you think we talked about?" I asked, smiling at her.
She still had her arms around my neck, looking away and saying softly, "How would I know?"
She looked back at me and smiled, "Brother Xingyan, seeing your sister today, are you feeling a little special?"
I said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. Twenty-three years have passed since what happened between your sister and me. She has a husband now, and her children are all grown up. Besides, don't I have you now?"
An Xiaomei smiled sweetly, "That's good..."
Her gaze suddenly became hazy, and she murmured, "Brother Xingyan, I love you!"
I smiled and nodded. "Yes, me too."
"I want you to say it."
"I love you."
Our lips met again, and as we parted, I said, "Go back to sleep?"
"Okay, I'm leaving now. You should go to sleep early too." She reluctantly let go of me, then suddenly said, "How about I sleep here tonight?"
"No, no, what if they find out?" I quickly said.
"Then you sleep at my place, hehe..."
"Come on, go away!"
To better and more comprehensively describe and present this story, the following and subsequent scenes will all be narrated in the third person.
In the master bedroom of the villa, An Xiaomin, dressed in pajamas, came out of the bathroom and saw Yang Yifan leaning against the bed looking at his phone.
She frowned slightly, opened the wardrobe door, took out a set of bedding, removed the backrest of the fabric sofa, and spread the bedding on it.
Yang Yifan glanced at his wife and said, "Why don't you sleep on the sofa?"
An Xiaomin continued making the bed, saying without turning her head, "Of course I won't sleep on the sofa, it's for you."
Yang Yifan sighed, put down his phone, walked behind An Xiaomin, and hugged her tightly.
"What are you doing?" An Xiaomin exclaimed, breaking free from her husband's embrace and turning to stare at him.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Yang Yifan smiled, hugging his wife again and kissing her.
An Xiaomin struggled desperately, pushing Yang Yifan away and glaring at him angrily, "We're already separated, have you forgotten?"
Yang Yifan said, "As long as we haven't gone through the divorce proceedings, you're still my wife, and I have to exercise my rights as her husband."
He said, about to step forward again, but An Xiaomin pushed him away, saying fiercely, "Yang Yifan, don't force me, or I'll tell all the shameful things you've done to our parents."
Yang Yifan deflated like a punctured balloon and lowered his head. Finally, he looked up and said, "Minmin, how long are you going to torture me? For the past few months, I've done everything you said. You said we should separate, so I moved to another house, only coming back when our son comes home from boarding school on holidays, or when my parents come to stay, and even then, I sleep on the sofa every night. Minmin, when will this end?"
An Xiaomin stared at her husband coldly and said, "Until you agree to a divorce."
"Why? Why do you have to do this?" Yang Yifan said with a mournful face.
"Why do I have to do this? Don't you know?" An Xiaomin's eyes were filled with tears, her cold gaze fixed on him.
Yang Yifan said, "I only made a mistake once, didn't I? I only made a mistake that every man makes, why are you so relentless?"
"Yang Yifan, have you no shame? How dare you say such a thing?"
An Xiaomin said angrily, "Besides, it's not just once, is it? Did I forgive you last time? What did you promise me then? And what did you do afterward? You got someone pregnant..."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Yang Yifan, how have you treated me? How have I treated you since we got married? How have I treated your parents? How have I sacrificed for this family? If it weren't for the fact that my father and your father are old friends of decades, and I didn't want to upset them, I would have taken the evidence of your infidelity to court long ago."
An Xiaomin shed tears as she spoke, the past flooding back into her mind.
Back when Yang Yifan was going through the toughest time of his business, it was she who mortgaged the school-allocated welfare housing to the bank for a loan and used all her savings to support her husband through the crisis.
She also encouraged Yang Yifan, saying that even if they failed and the company went bankrupt, it wouldn't matter, as she could support him and their son.
Yang Yifan was deeply grateful to her for this, and Uncle Yang also said that Minmin should always have half of the company's wealth; otherwise, he would never agree to it.
Yang Yifan knelt down before his wife, weeping, "Wife, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I love you, I really love you. I was just confused for a moment and did that. Please forgive me this once, for the sake of the love I've had since I was a child."
An Xiaomin remained unmoved, coldly sneering, "How can I forgive you? What did I tell you before we got married? I said we would always be faithful to each other and would never cheat. But did you keep your word? And you still have the nerve to ask me to forgive you?"
Yang Yifan stood up, also coldly sneering, "An Xiaomin, you talk a good game. I only cheated once or twice, but what about you? You've been cheating all along, from the beginning of our marriage until now."
An Xiaomin stared at him blankly, only to hear him continue, "Don't think I don't know, you've always had Chen Xingyan in your heart." "You've always loved him, haven't you?"
An Xiaomin said. "Tell me, have I ever done anything to betray you? Have I slept with other men?"
Yang Yifan said sharply, "Emotional infidelity is still infidelity."
An Xiaomin stared at him coldly, "Could you speak any louder? You might as well wake up Mom and Dad."
Yang Yifan lowered his voice and muttered, "Am I wrong?"
An Xiaomin pointed to her heart, tears streaming down her face, and said, "For over twenty years, I've just kept him hidden deep inside. I told you the same thing before we married. You knew that, and you promised me that you would marry me. I also told you that I would wholeheartedly live with you, wholeheartedly treat you well, and that you would be the only man in my life. Tell me, have I done that?"
She couldn't help but burst into tears. Yang Yifan chuckled coldly, "Is I the only man you've ever had in your life?"
An Xiaomin stared at him through her tears, "What do you mean?"
"Don't think I don't know?" Yang Yifan continued, "You slept with Chen Xingyan a long time ago, when you were still a minor."
An Xiaomin's tears streamed down her face as she continued to stare at her husband, her eyes filled with sorrow and grief.
“I’ve kept this to myself for over a decade, wanting to ask you about it, but I’ve always been afraid of hurting you, so I’ve kept it to myself. Now that we’ve brought this up, I might as well be bold and ask…”
Yang Yifan said, staring at his wife, “When we got married, you weren’t a virgin anymore, and before me, you’d never been with a man. Tell me, if it wasn’t Chen Xingyan, then who was?”
An Xiaomin closed her eyes, letting the tears fall, Yang Yifan’s voice continuing to echo in her ears, like a sharp blade cutting into her heart, “An Xiaomin, don’t be fooled by your haughty and reserved demeanor in front of others. What beautiful professor? What authoritative older sister? What father’s obedient daughter? Bullshit! You’re just a used shoe that Chen Xingyan played with and threw away.”
With a “slap,” An Xiaomin slapped Yang Yifan across the face, her tearful eyes staring coldly at him for a long while before turning and walking towards the bedroom door.
“Yang Yifan, our marriage is off.” After she finished speaking, she opened the door and walked out.
Yang Yifan stood there stunned for a long time, then angrily slapped himself several times.

32.
An Xiaomin sat alone on the terrace, silently weeping. After a while, she wiped away her tears, went into the house, and went to An Xiaomei's room, gently knocking on the door.
"Meimei, are you asleep?" she asked softly as she knocked, careful not to disturb anyone else.
After a while, An Xiaomei's voice came from inside, "Sister, are you alone?"
"Yes, I'm alone."
The door opened, and An Xiaomei pulled her sister inside, closing the door behind her. She was completely naked, her alluring body displayed before her sister, who covered her full, round breasts with her hands.
An Xiaomin, embarrassed to look at her sister's naked body, laughed and scolded, "You brat, why aren't you dressed?"
An Xiaomei giggled, "I'm taking a bath, sister, is something wrong?"
"Tonight, I want... to sleep with you, is that okay?"
"Did you have a fight with Brother Yifan?"
"No, I just want to sleep with you. You rarely come back, I want to talk to you."
"Okay! Come on, let's take a bath together. "
"No! I've already bathed."
"Even if you've already bathed, you'll still soak with me! Come on..." Without further ado, An Xiaomei grabbed her sister's hand and led her into the bathroom.
The two sisters entered the bathroom, An Xiaomei stepped into the bathtub and soaked in the water, while An Xiaomin took off her pajamas and pajama bottoms, revealing only a small pair of briefs underneath.
Seeing her sister staring at her, she said somewhat embarrassedly while taking off her underwear, "Why are you staring at me?"
"Sis, you have such a great figure. You're almost forty, and your figure is still so good. It's so rare," An Xiaomei exclaimed in admiration.
Indeed, although An Xiaomin's figure wasn't as hot as her sister's, it was still quite good. She was tall and slender, with straight and long legs, and almost no excess fat on her body. Her breasts weren't large, but they were full and perky, and her buttocks, though not very big, were quite round, making them a beautiful bottom, with lush pubic hair at the bottom of her triangle area.
As a middle-aged woman nearing forty, having such a proud figure was quite difficult. What was even more commendable was that she also had a very high level of education and a senior professional title. She truly possessed both beauty and intelligence.
"You little brat, your figure is much better! So hot. How can I compare to you?" An Xiaomin laughed as she stepped into the bathtub.
The two sisters chatted for a while. An Xiaomin gently stroked her younger sister's face, her eyes filled with endless love and affection. "My little sister has grown up. The little girl I used to hold and sleep with when she was little has really grown up, matured, and is so beautiful and capable. It's wonderful!"
An Xiaomei held her sister's hand and smiled, "Sister, I love you, hee hee..."
An Xiaomin sighed, "Do you know? The day Dad brought you home, he told me and Xiaodong that from now on, she would no longer be your cousin, but your own sister. At that time, when I took you from Dad's arms, I thought to myself, I will always cherish this sister..."
As she spoke, she choked up, "Fortunately, I have you and Dongzi by my side in my life, otherwise I..."
Under her sister's uneasy gaze, An Xiaomin sobbed, "I love you both so much, I love you so much, I love Dongzi so much..."
An Xiaomei moved closer and hugged her sister, saying softly, "Sister, something must have happened? Tell me, what happened?"
An Xiaomin sobbed in her sister's arms. After crying for a while, she stopped and told her sister everything.
Over a year ago, Yang Yifan had an affair with his young and beautiful female assistant. When An Xiaomin discovered this, he immediately broke up with the girl, made her leave the company, and tearfully promised never to do it again. An Xiaomin forgave him.
But just a few months ago, An Xiaomin discovered that he was still seeing the girl, and that she was even pregnant. This time, she resolutely refused to forgive him, filed for divorce, and separated from Yang Yifan.
However, to avoid upsetting their parents and considering the impact on their son, Yang Anyi, they didn't tell their families. An Xiaomin decided to separate for two years until Yang Anyi finished his middle school entrance exams before finalizing the divorce.
“I’ve never told anyone about this, not even Xiaodong. Because I know that with his temper and fighting ability, he would have crippled Yang Yifan…”
An Xiaomin said, crying. “But I’m so miserable. Not only do I have to endure the pain inside, but I also have to pretend to be a loving couple with Yang Yifan in front of Mom and Dad. I… I’m really in so much pain!”
She sobbed uncontrollably. An Xiaomei hugged her sister, gently stroking her hair, and said through tears, “I know, sister, I know… If you need anything in the future, just tell me, anytime, anywhere…”
An Xiaomei had a deep affection for her sister. Because of the significant age difference between them, her sister often helped their parents take care of her when they were young, especially after Aunt Zhuang left; she was practically raised by her sister. Seeing her sister in such pain now, her heart shattered.
“So… did that woman give birth?” An Xiaomei asked.
An Xiaomin nodded and said, "Yes, the baby was born. But Yang Yifan still won't agree to divorce me. He said he would use money to settle this matter and wouldn't let that mother and daughter affect our family. I know he's afraid I'll take too much of his assets. He really is... so selfish and shameless..."
"Damn it, Yang Yifan, I won't let him get away with this," An Xiaomei cursed through gritted teeth.
An Xiaomin quickly looked up and said urgently, "Meimei, please don't say anything to him. Give him some face. I'll handle this."
An Xiaomei frowned and said, "Sister, he's treated you like this, and you're still defending him?"
An Xiaomin said sadly, "After all, he's Yiyi's father, and he's the husband Dad chose for me..."
An Xiaomei said, "Sister, you've always listened to Dad too much since you were little. You listen to him in everything. Dad is the same; he likes to take on everything. The reason I went to university in Guangzhou and didn't come back after graduation was because I didn't want Dad to control my life. And brother, why isn't he married yet? It's all because of Dad. The girl brother likes, Dad doesn't like; the girl Dad likes, brother doesn't like. So they just don't get married, and it's just stuck like this."
An Xiaomin asked in surprise, "You heard Dongzi say this yourself?"
An Xiaomei nodded and said, "Yes! My brother told me himself. He didn't dare tell you, afraid you'd scold him."
“Actually, I could guess even if you didn’t say it. You and your brother have always been outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards Dad since you were little…” An Xiaomin said quietly, “So, one of us siblings has to go along with Dad’s wishes, right? Our dad really had a tough time. Mom left us more than twenty years ago, and he raised the three of us siblings all by himself. It was so hard.”
An Xiaomei couldn’t help but ask, “Sister, why do you think Mom insisted on divorcing Dad back then, getting together with another man, and even having a child with that man?”
An Xiaomin frowned slightly and said, “Maybe it was because they argued too much about Xingyan back then, and it destroyed their relationship? Plus, Dad was busy with work at that time, and it was really tough for her to take care of the three of us alone.”
“But she shouldn’t have done that! You weren’t fully recovered from your illness then, and she hadn’t divorced Dad yet, and she was already getting together with another man behind his back. That’s so frivolous!” An Xiaomei said indignantly.
An Xiaomin could only stop her, "Don't talk about Mom like that, she's had a hard time too."
An Xiaomei seemed to be thinking for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sister, do you think Xingyan is really Dad and his mother's illegitimate son, like the rumors say? Is that why Mom left Dad and our family?"
She became more and more incredulous, "Oh my god! If that's true, then Xingyan would be your brother and my cousin? Oh my god! Oh my god!"
An Xiaomin laughed and slapped her sister, "You silly girl, what are you saying? You're getting more and more absurd. What kind of person is Dad? How could he do such a thing? Besides, look at Xingyan, how does he resemble Dad, me, or Dongzi?"
“That’s true…” An Xiaomei was silent for a while, then said with a hint of pity, “Sister, you really didn’t need to do this. Dad made you marry Yang Yifan, and you did. You didn’t love him at all. After all these years, don’t you feel bad?”
An Xiaomin said, “As long as Dad is happy, it doesn’t matter if I feel bad.”
“Sister…” An Xiaomei complained, “You’re being blindly filial, you know that? And now it’s turned out like this, let’s see how you clean it up.”
Her sister’s words plunged An Xiaomin into worry.
The next day at noon, I accompanied the An and Yang families to a private room at a restaurant to host Uncle An’s brother’s family, who had come from afar.
After lunch, the An sisters and Uncle An drove their relatives around Chongqing, and in the evening they had hot pot and enjoyed the night view before settling their relatives in Uncle An’s house for the night.
On October 3rd, Uncle An invited his brother’s family to An Xiaomin’s villa. After lunch, they set off for Chengdu, where they would stay for two days before returning to Shanxi.
On October 4th, I contacted the young man I worked with on a project a few years ago. Back then, I went to jail because of him.

(To be continued)

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/41.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=41&aspx=1

Next Page : Zhengzhou's first single-contract development plan for beautiful mature women and wives and the idea of cuckolding wives.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My stunningly beautiful female boss at 29 (27-32)

comment Open a new window to view comments