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A sharp dagger pierced her chest.

Blood began to flow uncontrollably, staining the woman's full breasts and orange trench coat crimson. She gripped the dagger tightly, blood dripping from her hands onto the ground, blooming into delicate flower patterns.

She had exhausted all her strength in the struggle; her hands trembled more and more, and her knees slammed heavily to the ground. She couldn't understand why the blade, meant for her opponent, had instead plunged into her own chest.

The blood flowed more and more, and her tall body collapsed completely to the ground. When she opened her eyes, everything was blurry; she couldn't make out the faces of the passersby surrounding her.

Were they laughing?

Or accusing her?

She thought she was going to die.

Until she opened her eyes again.

It was a dream. A nightmare.

Cold sweat beaded on Jia Li's smooth forehead; she breathed heavily, her voice soft enough not to wake Old Zhou beside her.

With her husband almost completely gone from home, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law shared a bed even without sex, a routine they followed daily.

Her father-in-law usually went to bed early, while Jia Li, being young, used to sleep after 11 pm. However, now Old Zhou would coax Jia Li to sleep before he went to bed himself, and Jia Li started going to bed earlier and earlier. Their sex life also gradually incorporated sex toys like vibrators and fox tails,

and their rhythms became increasingly synchronized. Jia Li glanced at the peacefully sleeping Old Zhou, then hugged him tightly. Her soft breasts pressed against his body, and Old Zhou reflexively reached out and embraced his daughter-in-law's warm body until they both fell asleep peacefully.

As the weather warmed, despite her recent worries, Jia Li still carefully dressed before work, a testament to the professional ethics of a white-collar woman.

Thinking of her father-in-law, who cared for her like a daughter, the different breakfasts he prepared for her every day before work, and her decent but not strenuous job, Jia Li still had many hopes for the future. This made her intense desire for revenge and hatred less intense, especially towards the still-unknown third party.

But precisely at this critical moment, Jia Li received a text message from her husband at work. The words were concise, but each number was like a knife: "I'm coming home tonight to discuss divorce."

Jia Li didn't cry anymore; she silently continued working. For a woman to learn to be strong and to be a better version of herself, the first thing is to learn not to cry, and then various actions follow. For Jia Li, these actions had their own definition—revenge.

So, everyone she had ever had a disagreement with that day was deeply resented by her. Whether it was the manager who criticized her absent-minded behavior, the restaurant owner who shortchanged her at lunch, or the middle school student she bumped into on her way home from work, they were all, to some extent, victims of her vicious mentality, all seen by this woman blinded by anger.

A woman consumed by resentment is unreasonable and terrifying, and the beautiful Jia Li was just such an ordinary woman.

After returning home, she predictably had a big fight with her husband, Zhou Jianpeng, and they parted on bad terms. No divorce agreement was reached. The intricate details of their marriage hadn't been resolved; how could she simply divorce and walk away?

Jia Li, who wasn't usually decisive, was truly pushed to the limit this time. She decided that she had to talk to Yang Mengjue this weekend, no matter what, even if Yang Mengjue wasn't the third party in her and Zhou Jianpeng's relationship again.

Jia Li desperately wanted to know who the third party was who had destroyed her marriage. She was now completely engrossed in her incestuous

relationship with her father-in-law, unable to extricate herself. It was this third party, who had been lurking for at least three years, who had caused all of this, and there was no turning back for either of them. Meanwhile, Yang Mengjue, a tall, beautiful model standing at 1.77 meters, a stunning beauty admired by countless men on the street, was once again on a soft bed in an unknown chain hotel, beneath a balding, overweight middle-aged man, wantonly and subtly submitting to his advances.

The balding man was none other than "Teacher Ma," who had visited her body just last week. He spread Yang Mengjue's incredibly long, beautiful legs and placed them on his muscular shoulders, his bulging beer belly repeatedly slamming against her flat stomach, each impact deeply merging him and the young beauty beneath him.

Unlike last time, Mr. Ma seemed hesitant. After about twenty deep thrusts, he would laboriously twist his thick neck to the other side, revealing his ugly face.

"Old Zhao, want to try a different position?"

The bald Mr. Ma forced a fawning, lewd smile, asking the renowned photography master, Professor Zhao, whom Xiao Song and Mr. Ma had mentioned.

This Professor Zhao was already a full head of white hair, a time when he should be enjoying the happiness of three generations under one roof, yet he willingly risked his reputation to come here and photograph lewd scenes.

His wrinkled face was expressionless; he simply nodded slightly, seemingly very serious about his photographic work.

With Teacher Zhao's approval, the bald Mr. Ma lifted Yang Mengjue's slender upper body, then flipped her over. The tall woman knelt on the bed like a female dog, her long arms pulled back by the bald man. His recently withdrawn penis filled her tight passage again, thrusting smoothly.

Her body responded to the ugly man ravaging her. Suddenly, the man stopped his aggressive thrusting.

Yang Mengjue turned her delicate neck in a mournful manner, seeing the bald man leering at her—a truly repulsive smile.

Mr. Ma's plump hand slapped Yang Mengjue's buttocks.

"Mmm...ah!"

The young beauty cried out, her exquisite body beginning to thrust shamelessly backward.

"Yes, move yourself...so good! This little slut is really good!"

The bald man began to squint his eyes in admiration, enjoying all the pleasure.

A flurry of flashlights illuminated the room once more.

Yang Mengjue felt dizzy; the dazzling city lights had always made her feel lost. So she simply closed her beautiful eyes and began to enjoy it all.

The deep-seated, unfinished love remained unchanged, even as the world changed, her love for him remained the same. His vows still echoed in her ears; his figure receded into the distance, yet she kept remembering him. His tearful eyes seemed like yesterday. Each love brought pain, each dream unfulfilled; his smile flickered in the wind. How many years would it take to forget him? Love had grown cold, her heart weary, yet her feelings were hard to extinguish. Each love brought pain, each dream too sweet to occupy her heart every night. In this deep night, memories gradually spread. Yang Mengjue indulged the obese, bald Mr. Ma as he explored various mating positions on her slender, tall body. Mr. Zhao and a group of "photography enthusiasts" also feasted their eyes, snapping photos with abandon.

Finally, after tireless effort, he ejaculated inside this tall, voluptuous body. Teacher Ma couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "Worth it!"

Then he took off his raincoat, breathing heavily.

"This woman is really slutty!"

Hanging on the DSLR camera he'd bought with money he'd asked his mother for last year, Xiao Li whispered to Xiao Wang beside him.

"Is this your first time here?"

Xiao Wang looked at the photos he had taken on the camera, then quickly deleted a few he wasn't satisfied with. "You didn't see that woman from last week, she was a real slut! Deep throat, 3P, 4P, she could do anything! She even helped two of my buddies lose their virginity last time!"

"Really? That kind of woman must be ugly."

"Bullshit, her looks and figure are no worse than this one!"

Xiao Wang's expression was as if everything was still vivid in his mind.

"Sigh!"

Xiao Li, still a college student, had indeed never been with a real woman before, and couldn't help but sigh regretfully.

After the shoot, everyone hurriedly left the room.

"Teacher Zhao, are you satisfied with the photos today?"

Xiao Song, who hadn't spoken much today and had only been taking pictures, spoke up.

"The model is good!"

A hint of satisfaction finally appeared on Teacher Zhao's wrinkled old face.

"Teacher Zhao, how about after Teacher Ma and I leave, I'll have model Yang keep you company tonight?"

"Don't worry, I've already called your wife and told her I'm insisting you stay at my house tonight."

Seeing the old man hesitate, Xiao Song quickly added.

Xiao Song had always had complicated feelings for this woman he couldn't win her heart; he loved her, yet he had repeatedly acted as a pimp, arranging prostitution for her.

"Yes, Old Zhao, such a good girl, a rare opportunity!"

Teacher Ma, who was getting dressed, chimed in, completely oblivious to the disgusted look Yang Mengjue was giving him from the bed.

The quick-witted Xiao Song, seeing that Old Zhao had tacitly agreed, quickly pulled the still-dressed bald Teacher Ma away, "Teacher Ma, I'll treat you to a drink!"

The bald man, having been around for years, wasn't unreasonable and quickly chimed in, "Sure, Brother Song, but it's my turn to treat you! Let's go!"

The night was long and dark, and the beauty often uttered mournful cries. "I am at your mercy, old man with white hair tonight. My slender

waist is delicate and graceful, for whom do you look? Lian Po, at seventy, could outrun Zhao She on horseback.

An old general seduces a young girl, a withered tree blossoms again. A secluded path leads through flowers, every glance is enchanting .

A beauty of unparalleled grace, yet she becomes a slave beneath my crotch. When pressed for a reason, she reveals no shame."

Jia Li sat alone by the window in the elegant pavilion, having just politely declined the advances of a young man who appeared to be a wealthy young master.

That day, Jia Li was exceptionally charming, with newly dyed chestnut hair, exquisite makeup, large-framed glasses, a simple knit sweater and light blue denim trousers, and a white woolen jacket with leather trim cleverly matching her mid-calf boots. Her unpretentious attire exuded fashion sense, highlighting her exceptional beauty.

She was waiting for Yang Mengjue. To project an aura of power, her attire was impeccable: Tiffany rhinestone earrings, a Swarovski diamond necklace and bracelet, and, most importantly, the Cartier Bridal wedding ring her husband had bought her for their wedding—a symbol of her status as his legal wife. Now, seeing Zhou Jianpeng buying a ring at China Gold with that woman, a sense of superiority welled up within her.

Women, after all, are prone to vanity, especially a beauty like Jia Li.

Seeing the simply dressed Yang Mengjue, Jia Li was slightly surprised. She naturally had no idea that Yang Mengjue had been having sex with a man more than ten years older than her father when she called last night.

After a few casual words, to test her, Jia Li finally spoke.

"You're hiding something from me. I know everything about you."

Her face was icy, her words carrying a hidden malice.

Seeing Yang Mengjue's surprised look, Jia Li felt an uncontrollable surge of anger. Was it really her again? The third party she had been so determined to expose?

"You...you knew?"

Yang Mengjue paused. "I'm sorry..."

Jia Li's mind went blank.
(Chapter 8 of Part 1: Love and Desire Across Ages)

"Why did you do this?"

Jia Li's words were icy and filled with intense hostility. Not long ago, the two had moved into a small, exquisite private room; her voice was short and penetrating.

Yang Mengjue bit her slightly pale lips, hesitant to speak, yet this only added to her allure.

"Why won't you speak?"

Jia Li's words were stern, like she was disciplining her child. She suppressed her anger; this conversation with Yang Mengjue was a test, and Yang Mengjue's evasive attitude only confirmed her bad premonition. Could this baseless guess come true?

"I...I had no choice..."

"No choice? Hmph."

"Please don't take him away from me! Please!"

Yang Mengjue's eyes suddenly welled up with tears like the Qiantang River tide. Any man would have felt pity for her. But Jia Li certainly didn't think that way. Why? Why was she the one who stole someone else's love when she was the one who had her husband taken away first?

Jia Li was speechless for a moment.

"I know you still hate me, please, please don't tell him! I love him!"

Yang Mengjue was completely speechless. In the small private room, the two stunningly beautiful women displayed completely different expressions, one surprised, the other wailing.

What was this woman saying? Why couldn't she understand anything? The quick-witted Jia Li immediately felt that things might not be as she imagined.

"I promise you I won't tell him."

Jia Li tentatively made a promise, intending to listen until she understood the whole truth.

"I only heard a few months ago that private photoshoots were very profitable. At first, I did only shoot some lingerie photos, so I thought I'd find you guys. I don't have many friends in this industry..."

Yang Mengjue's voice calmed down slightly, and she choked up less often.

Jia Li remained silent, a cold smile creeping across her face. This woman, though attractive, had always been arrogant and rarely a true friend. Her past actions of stealing Fang Lei had further isolated her in the modeling world.

"I really had no choice. After Fang Lei became addicted to drugs, the money I earned from events wasn't nearly enough to cover his expenses..."

Jia Li felt another pang of shock. Her former first love, the tall, handsome, and sunny Fang Lei, had become addicted to drugs! A strange feeling welled up inside her—was it regret for her ex-lover? Or a sense of satisfaction at his eventual revenge for abandoning her? Jia Li herself didn't understand. Wait, Yang Mengjue had just said, "At first, it was just shooting some lingerie photos," could it be that she really was...?

Jia Li forced herself to remain composed, gesturing for Yang Mengjue to continue.

"Later I found out that it was a quick way to make money... but I really did use the money to take Fang Lei to a drug rehabilitation center! Please don't tell him... I beg you..."

"I promise you." "

I truly love Fang Lei. I want to marry him, I want to spend my whole life with him, even if he's like this, I'm willing!"

Seeing the woman's excited expression, Jia Li understood why she had seen Yang Mengjue at the jewelry store. It was truly a coincidence, and her suspicions about Yang Mengjue were just a momentary lapse of judgment.

"Are you and Fang Lei getting married?"

"How did you know?"

Yang Mengjue's already beautiful eyes widened, her surprise evident.

Jia Li had nothing to say. The truth was clear, and her previous, somewhat absurd, suspicion that Yang Mengjue was a third party had been dispelled. They were both women, and she admired the woman's willingness to make such a sacrifice for the man she loved. This woman had changed; her past hatred had faded to almost nothing.

"It's just my own feeling, I haven't told him yet..."

Yang Mengjue looked earnestly at Jia Li, "So I beg you not to tell him about my affair..."

Jia Li nodded, her face expressionless, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"So you've promised me you won't try to take Fang Lei from me anymore?"

"What did you say?"

Jia Li's voice suddenly rose, the words sounding almost ridiculous.

"Who said I was going to try to take Fang Lei from you?"

Jia Li found it absurd; how could this woman think like that?

"I'm sorry… I misunderstood… I heard from Sister Ting that you seem to be getting a divorce, so…"

Yang Mengjue's voice stammered. Jia Li was known for her fierce competitiveness, and Yang Mengjue still harbored a grudge about not getting revenge for not retaliating against her for stealing Fang Lei back then.

"You mean Ding Ting?"

Jia Li was startled. How did Ding Ting know? Only her father-in-law, Old Zhou, knew about her plans for a divorce. Could it be that Sister Wu guessed and then told Ding Ting?

Jia Li's slightly relaxed thoughts were immediately disrupted again.

In this state of mind filled with doubt and worry, she ate her meal in unease, and even after resolving her misunderstanding with Yang Mengjue, her mind was elsewhere.

Who? Who leaked the secret? Her father-in-law? Impossible. He loved her so much, and she loved him so much too. He had no reason to tell Ding Ting, whom he didn't know well. Was it Sister Wu? Sister Wu only learned about her family's discord that afternoon. Although she was gossipy, she wasn't the kind of person to make wild guesses.

Then who was it? Who told Ding Ting? Or did Ding Ting just make things up? Spread rumors?

The young woman was completely confused.

The early spring night in the city had lost the warmth of the daytime, but please note that the new buds on the branches did not stop growing. Life still existed in the fields, on the streets, and in every corner of the world. That night, Jia Li's fertile land was still being cultivated by Lao Zhou's hoe. Zhou Jianpeng, as always, was riding on his mistress's body, and Yang Mengjue was still unreservedly wandering among a group of unfamiliar men, young and old. Yes, new life was still being nurtured between nature and humanity.

Lying tenderly in Lao Zhou's arms in her favorite position, Jia Li didn't sleep well all night.

At work, Jia Li would steal glances at Ding Ting, her eyes darting over her briefly, afraid of being caught.

Suddenly, Jia Li felt a strange estrangement from the woman before her. They had known each other for years and had a fairly good relationship, yet now she couldn't see through Ding Ting's motives for telling Yang Mengjue about her impending divorce, nor did she know how Ding Ting had found out. She didn't even have the courage to ask Ding Ting. She had once thought she understood her well, that Ding Ting was a confidante, but now she suddenly realized their relationship was far from what she had imagined.

Was she feeling the same way about Zhou Jianpeng?

At twenty-seven years old, the husband she thought she would grow old with and the longtime friend she worked with every day had sides she didn't understand. Wasn't that a tragic thing? Jia Li, however, suddenly felt a sense of clarity. As a model, she was in a complex and chaotic industry. She seemed to have many friends, but few she could truly confide in. It seemed that due to a lack of thorough communication, her husband's complete emotional and physical infidelity, her own incestuous relationship with her father-in-law, and the imminent collapse of her once-hopeful marriage—wasn't all of this an inevitable outcome?

At this point, divorce was inevitable. Ding Ting's words and reasons to Yang Mengjue seemed irrelevant now.

Go home. Return home, to feel the only warmth she had—this was Jia Li's urgent thought after work.

Although her father-in-law was healthy and strong, he was getting on in years. If anything happened to him, Jia Li would truly have no one left to confide in. Having lacked a father's love since childhood, she couldn't bear to lose her father-in-law's meticulous care and love.

Jia Li suddenly felt she had found meaning in life. The pursuit of fame and fortune was ultimately futile; she should repay her father-in-law's kindness tenfold. Life isn't just for oneself, but for others. With this thought in mind, Jia Li tried making soup for her father-in-law for the first time, bathing and scrubbing his back for the first time, and passionately kissing him in a deserted park at night. She even gave him oral sex, letting him ejaculate into her mouth.

Jia Li also tried swallowing semen for the first time; the taste was strong and fishy, but she swallowed it with a frown.

Jia Li started going to the market alone after work, but cooking still relied on her father-in-law. Even without her fancy clothes, her tall, slender figure and delicate features still made her a beautiful sight at the market.

On Friday morning, the market was even more crowded than usual. Jia Li had taken her annual leave and wanted to make a double fungus soup for her father-in-law, Lao Zhou. He had already bought the black fungus a few days ago and was soaking it in warm water. Jia Li bought some vegetables, eggs, and poultry from the market, specifically going to a market a little further from their home, because her father-in-law had said that there was a shop there that had even softer and more glutinous white fungus, perfect for soups and stews.

"You must be Lao Zhou's wife! You're so pretty! Come on, your father-in-law told me last time that it's all here..."

The stall owner was a woman in her fifties, whose enthusiasm made even the usually outgoing Jia Li a little embarrassed.

"Auntie, here's some money."

"No, no, that's too much. Your father-in-law has always helped me, how can I take more money from you!"

"Auntie, don't lie to me, such good white fungus is worth more than this."

Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the awning onto the metal pendant on Jia Li's wallet, the dazzling light reflecting into the distance. Following the light, she saw a man's tall, upright back. He was at the end of the road, and his face must have been very handsome. Jia Li had always been fascinated by men with such backs, as if she had suddenly returned to her teenage years.

But this back was so familiar—it was Jianpeng! Zhou Jianpeng! Zhou Jianpeng's back was getting further and further away.

This was a residential area quite a distance from home. Why was her husband here? Looking closer, she saw her husband's Volvo S80L parked not far away. Although she hadn't ridden in that car for over a year, Jia Li could still recognize it clearly.

Jia Li was a smart woman. This place was far from Zhou Jianpeng's company, and his group of wealthy drinking buddies wouldn't live in this old-fashioned neighborhood built in the 1970s. She immediately guessed why she had bumped into Zhou Jianpeng here—it seemed that this was where her husband kept his mistress!

"Auntie, here you go!"

Jia Li tossed out a red 100-yuan bill, and taking advantage of her husband's inattention, she quietly and quickly followed him.

This truly proves the old saying: "You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly." After days of racking her brains and searching for clues, she finally found a lead. She could finally possibly find out who the wicked third party was and find irrefutable evidence of her husband's infidelity.

Because she was buying groceries, Jia Li dressed simply so her high heels wouldn't make a loud noise. She cautiously followed Zhou Jianpeng without revealing anything.

They walked through a small alley and came to an old-fashioned residential building, only three stories high, sparsely populated and rather deserted. Zhou Jianpeng was unaware that his legally protected wife was following him. He swaggered into the open doorway. Jia Li quickly followed, hiding behind the wall at the corner. She tiptoed out and saw her husband standing in front of a door at the end of the long corridor. Three crisp knocks echoed loudly in the corridor.

Zhou Jianpeng stood tall and imposing, his strong lines and upright posture captivating Jia Li. These qualities had once fascinated her. In the past two years, the couple had spent far less time together, their relationship fading to the point where they seemed like complete strangers. Watching him secretly from afar, Jia Li suddenly wondered if Zhou Jianpeng was still the same Zhou Jianpeng, or perhaps he was just catching up with old classmates? Maybe he was visiting a friend or some elder Jia Li didn't know?

Jia Li clung to these fantasies. Perhaps this was the legendary beauty of distance?

With a soft "squeak," the slightly worn door opened.

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