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"Dinner's ready!" Dad called from outside the door. "
Dongdong, Dad made your favorite crystal shrimp, braised pork with bamboo shoots, and braised yellow croaker. Where in Beijing can you find such authentic Shanghainese food? You must be craving it!"
I noticed Jingzhu looked a little downcast and said, "Honey, hurry up and eat. Dad made all this for us." I kept putting food on her plate. My parents looked at each other,
pursed their lips and shook their heads.
Jingzhu clearly appreciated her parents' dejection, especially her mother, who had that ridiculous sense of superiority typical of Shanghainese. Even though Jingzhu was an actress, she didn't
meet her standards. I really regretted bringing W along. We stayed for two days and then said goodbye. As we left, Mom kept saying, "Jingzhu, you're older than Dongdong, so take good care of him.
My son is so young and can't do anything. We're so worried about him." Sigh, the hearts of parents are so pitiful.
Jingzhu ignored me the whole way home, but I knew she was still full of energy. I comforted her, saying, "From now on, if you don't like it, we won't come again, so you won't suffer."
"No matter what, they are your parents. Try to come by yourself in the future."
Seeing that her mood had dropped, I chatted with her about other things.
"Wife, do you remember when I first met you at an awards ceremony before the New Year? I was so excited I was trembling. Looking at your
beautiful face that broke my heart, I really wanted to pull you into my arms, give you a storm of passionate kisses, and then hold your drool-covered face and say: Jingzhu, you'll never know how
much effort I've put in for this day."
"Stop talking nonsense. I remember you were quite young, maybe a deputy director, but those eyes of yours weren't honest, they were lecherous. I never imagined you'd treat me like that...
I'm charging you a lot of rent, you don't know how ruthless your sister is at collecting rent, even more so than Liu Wencai. I also need to rest for a day to recharge before serving her, this (day, you wretched land
... Sigh, it's all because of what I owed you in my past life. At work, people always tease me about how I lured you into my life, you've ruined me.
I can't even bring myself to talk about your thuggish behavior."
After May Day, life went back to normal.
You eat foie gras."
"Why are you making such a fuss? That's my colleague. She's just a young girl. Don't talk nonsense. Besides, she's not as pretty as your sister, nor as pretty as you. I'd
rather not let a girl like you treat me. I'll treat you. I heard the acceptance rate for your position is one in three thousand. You're pretty good. It's much harder than it was back then.
Why did you apply for this position? You're capable (you could easily pass the finance department exam or the People's Bank of China exam; those are lucrative fields). We talked as we went downstairs. "
Don't laugh at me, Director Yang, but I applied for this position because I wanted to meet actors and celebrities. Now I find that these celebrities are quite ordinary, and they're very
polite . I heard your wife is also an actress." This girl is so innocent. I thought to myself, this girl isn't going to fall for some actor and follow in my footsteps
. She's right."
We were humble, but we were humble about the power we held.
We went into the restaurant and ordered seafood rice, foie gras, and long basil. Suddenly, we saw a familiar figure flash by. It was Jinglan. She looked at us and called out:
"Brother-in-law, are you eating?" His eyes held a strange glint. This was bad. The arrogant young man was still young; though not as pretty as Jingzhu, youth was an asset. He was good-looking,
fashionable knowledgeable, and we got along quite well. If Jinglan misunderstood, it would be troublesome.
"Your sister-in-law is quite pretty, an actress too, right? Looks like your sister-in-law must be a beauty," the arrogant young man asked. I gave an ambiguous reply, secretly thinking about how to appease Jinglan and
her sister.
Unexpectedly, Jinglan came to my house that evening, ostensibly to see us, but actually to check on what happened at noon—to see if her sister and I had a falling out. Since witnessing my shameless behavior at her parents' house last time, Jinglan had been ignoring me. She was cold and indifferent to me, a stark contrast to her previous behavior; it seemed she was extremely disappointed
in me . 　　"Brother-in-law, you live such a carefree life, eating French food every day, and having handsome men by your side. Being an official is great! When are you going to take my sister out for French food?" Jinglan launched her attack . "I won't go looking for her." Before Jinglan could reply, I retaliated, taking the opportunity to tease her a little. After all, she provoked me; a little backfire would be good. 　　"Sister, look at your scoundrel husband, he doesn't even spare me." Jinglan's face turned red with anger. 　　"Zidong, that's going too far, are you really that naive?" Jingzhu was so angry she was about to throw down her chopsticks. Luckily, the topic changed. 　　"I'm sorry, Jinglan, I shouldn't have said that, but I can't stand your twisted logic. I've been so good to your sister; ask her if I've ever done anything to wrong her." I pretended to be very aggrieved, refusing to eat. 　　"Stop talking, let's eat." Jingzhu tidied up the situation as usual. 　　After dinner, I drove Jinglan home. Just before we got out of the car, Jinglan suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with tears. She looked at me and said, "Brother-in-law, my sister has really had a hard life. You don't know how much she's suffered because of you. She can't bear to be hurt anymore. Please, be good to her, okay? This is my whole family's hope ." 　　"Jinglan, your sister and I haven't had it easy getting to where we are today. I will cherish her. Your sister is a good woman, worth my lifelong devotion." Looking at Jinglan's sorrowful face, I said, "You will never understand why I love you. I don't understand why I love you so much either, but I just love you so much. I've given you ten years of my life ." 　　Jingzhu took on a new drama role, filming in Hangzhou for a month, playing a mother again. I really didn't want her to go, but staying home was boring anyway. It was . 　　"Zi Dong, I'll be gone for quite a while this time, so you must take good care of yourself. If you really can't hold back, come to Hangzhou to see me. It's so worrying of me," Jing Zhu nagged as she tidied me up. 　　"Sure, aren't you afraid people will say I'm too long-winded?" I thought to myself, at your age, who wouldn't be able to hold back? You're just showing off how good I am to you; women are all a little vain, I understand. 　　That evening, Jing Lan came to my house wanting a signed photo of the famous actor Zhang Liang. That was easy for me; I just had to talk to Lao Han. It's easy to talk to colleagues. 　　June in Beijing already had a hint of summer in it. She was wearing a white tight-fitting t-shirt. She wore a T-shirt and a light green pencil skirt, looking fresh and stylish, her chest proudly displayed. Jinglan was the kind of woman who dared to dress and knew how to dress, something her sister lacked. 　　After dinner, she drank some mint liqueur, and Jinglan got more and more into it, her face flushed, and a hint of allure appeared in her eyes, making me too embarrassed to look at her. After finishing one bottle, she opened another, clinking the glass full with a thud. I realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to snatch the glass and bottle away, not knowing what was going on. 　　"Jinglan, what's wrong? Jinglan, is something the matter?" I asked hurriedly, but she was holding me too tightly, and I couldn't break free for a moment. 　　"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, hug me, hug me, okay, just once, just once," Jinglan cried even harder, her tears soaking my chest. I

Suddenly, it occurred to me that her husband was the First Secretary at the Chinese Embassy in the Netherlands, only returning home once a year. Jinglan might have encountered something at work that triggered her emotions.
I felt remorseful and had been drinking. Jinglan's breasts kept rubbing against me, her hot body coiling around me like a snake, her lips fiercely kissing my face; she was quite drunk
. I was almost losing control, my mind blank, and I kissed her fiercely in return.
"Quick, quick, Zidong, I can't take it anymore!" In her haste, she started calling my name, her hands beginning to reach for my belt. I vaguely mistook her for
her sister. The battleground shifted to the bed, and under the influence of alcohol and my own strength, I shamelessly stripped her naked. She was younger than her sister (by several years), with
a snow-white , smooth and shiny skin, and a proud bust. Under the influence of alcohol, we became completely aroused.
She wouldn't let go, but couldn't overpower me, so suddenly she let go, clinging to me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
At that moment, family, honor, future—none of that mattered. We were completely back to primitive society, needing only a brutal release. The process
was no less than a fierce, bloody street battle, with both sides fighting tooth and nail, leaving scars on the battlefield. Corpses lay strewn everywhere, blood staining the earth red,
and gunpowder blackened the battle flags.
I don't know how much time had passed before I opened my eyes. Jinglan was fast asleep beside me. Damn it, I'd actually done this shameful thing with her. If anyone knew I
couldn't stay in Beijing anymore, her family would skin me alive. And worse, Jingzhu—I'd never see her again. Oh well, since it's happened, I'll find a way to resolve it .
"Ugh, what a mess this is! Why did I have to drink? It's all my fault." I smacked my head hard. 　　"Wake up, Jinglan," I pushed her hard. Opening her eyes, she quickly understood everything, clutching her face and sobbing painfully. 　　"Jinglan, go home first." 　　"It's so late, where am I supposed to go?" I glanced at the clock; it was past one o'clock. There was definitely nowhere to go. 　　"Zidong, you, you can't be like this, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I, I really can't take it anymore." 　　Strangely, she didn't call me brother-in-law anymore, making us seem like adulterers. 　　"Fine, you have to do it again before I'll allow you." Women can be fierce, even fiercer than men. 　　"If you can't take it, find someone else. If you really can't, find a gigolo." I said irritably. 　　"Sigh, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but I'm afraid it'll be too much trouble. You... we know each other well, there aren't that many jobs." Hearing her say that, I almost laughed out 　　It was a bit like keeping the good stuff in the family. Zidong, you... if only you weren't my brother-in-law. I was so proud of myself; the first time you came to my house, I... I had a bit of a crush on you. Later, seeing your thuggish behavior at my parents' house, I was really disappointed in you. I really wanted to never speak to you again. But then I learned how much you've done for my sister, and seeing how good you are to her, I realized misunderstood you." 　　"Sigh, from now on, don't come when your sister isn't here, okay? It's for your own good. If you really can't, let your husband go back to China. I really don't know what kind of trouble you'll cause in the future." 　　"Okay, then, then you'd better be nicer to me tonight, and serve me again." She was actually being a bit shameless. I then realized she was six or seven years these past six months of living like a widow must have been tough for her. 　　The activity we'd just done was definitely too much; we were both drenched in sweat, feeling uncomfortable and damp. Even though I didn't want to move, I still took a shower. 　　"Are you stupid! What if your sister comes back early, saying she has a surprise for me or something? Wouldn't that just trap us in bed? Besides, when your sister comes back, she'll probably..." Before I'd even finished 　　showering, Jinglan barged in, forgetting to close the door. She looked at me lecherously and said, "Sister, let's have a little fun together." She walked over, and I quickly turned off the light, leaving only the headlight on, as if that would cover something. In the dim light, Jinglan, with her white body shining through, even asked me to get her shower gel and stuff, acting like a married couple. 　　I steeled myself... "I'll do whatever you want, little Lingqiao, I don't care who it is, I'm going all out." He said, forcefully pressing her onto the dressing table, and suggested... 　　The cafeteria at the company is terrible, maybe it's the same all over the city. After work at noon, the newly recruited arrogant young man said, "Director Yang, a new French restaurant opened across the street, I'd like to invite you for a new round of attacks." Jinglan was unable to move, panting and calling out, "Good brother, good brother, just like that, press down, you've killed your sister, I dare not..." 　　At five o'clock in the morning, I let her go out. Thankfully, no one saw. I repeatedly warned her never to come again. 　　I never expected that Jinglan, who was always so talkative and cheerful, also had such a sensitive and loving heart. After that, she treated me as well as before. 　　But then Jinglan came again that night, and I quickly shooed her away. "Brother-in-law, I told Mom and Dad I was going out of town for two weeks of training. How am I supposed to come back?" she said, her eyes brimming with tears . I felt a pang of guilt and silently told myself: This is the last time, the last time. 　　After that, Jinglan came every night. This kind of thing is like a drug addiction; once you start... Addiction, unstoppable. It's also my fault for being weak-willed; Jinglan is too alluring. Who the hell is a saint? Everyone has their youthful indiscretions. Consider it a good deed, saving Jinglan from dire straits! 　　One day at the end of the month, Jingzhu called: coming home the day after tomorrow. When she called, Jinglan was still naked beside me. I gestured for her to be quiet; her sister was calling. That little brat, Lingqiao, kept nudging me while I was on the phone. Jingzhu asked what the sound was, and I said it was on TV. She hung up, half-believing. 　　"Hey, Jinglan, you heard it too. Your sister's coming back the day after tomorrow. You absolutely can't come again tomorrow." 　　"Isn't there still one more day?" she said, a little reluctant. " I'm so thirsty, I'm practically turning into Ximen Qing."

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