[Urban] The Shy Young Woman Qianrong (Complete) - 19-20 (End)

Chapter 1 of the Side Story: The Female Police Officer and Her Lover

"So disobedient at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up?"

As soon as Zhang Jianying entered the door, she heard her mother-in-law scolding her daughter, Xiaoya. She took off her police uniform, hung it on the hanger, rolled up her sleeves, and went into the kitchen.

"Mom, what's wrong now? Did Xiaoya make you angry again?"

She took the vegetables from her mother-in-law's hand and put them in the sink to wash.

Her mother-in-law said sternly, "It's good you're back. You have to discipline your precious daughter."

"Mom, don't listen to my grandma's nonsense,"

Xiaoya said, running to the kitchen doorway.

"Don't talk to Grandma like that. Go back to your room and do your homework."

Zhang Jianying winked at Xiaoya with a stern face. Xiaoya pouted and turned back to her room.

"See? She's so young and already disobedient! What will she be like when she grows up? Are you going to discipline her or not?"

"Mom, you haven't told me what happened yet. How can I discipline her?"

she said to her mother-in-law with a smile.

"Aunt Liu from the neighborhood committee downstairs told me today..."

The mother-in-law glanced into the inner room and lowered her voice to Zhang Jianying, "Aunt Liu told me she saw Xiaoya with a boy on the main street today."

"What's wrong with that? It seems normal."

"Normal? Holding hands, and, and hugging."

The mother-in-law demonstrated.

"Really? Aunt Liu isn't mistaken?"

"No mistake, Aunt Liu has sharp eyes, she's caught three thieves on this street." "

Yes, and her mouth is sharp too." "Are

n't you going to do anything about it? If you don't, you'll regret it later. You're a police officer, how come you're not as vigilant as ordinary people? Society is so chaotic these days. I read in the newspaper the other day that even junior high school students are getting abortions. If something goes wrong, you'll regret it."

Looking at her mother-in-law's serious face, Zhang Jianying's smile faded.

"Okay, I'll go ask what happened now."

She wiped her hands clean, walked to Xiaoya's room, knocked, opened it, went in, and closed it behind her.

"Mom, you're a police officer, you have to uphold justice and stand up for the people. I'm innocent!"

Xiaoya immediately put down her pen and began to plead her case.

"Stop crying foul. I've got the basic facts. Now it's up to you to decide what you're going to do,"

Zhang Jianying said, feigning anger and keeping a stern face.

"Don't listen to my grandma and Aunt Liu, they never tell the truth. They're always gossiping about this family and that family, talking nonsense, taking pleasure in prying into other people's privacy to achieve their ulterior motives."

"Alright, let's talk about you now. Why are you picking on others? Where did you learn so much nonsense? It seems your grandma was right, I really need to discipline you more, I can't let you off too far."

"Mom,"

Xiaoya said, clinging to her arm, "Please don't make things difficult for me anymore. Studying every day is already tiring enough, don't put any more pressure on me."

"Who's putting pressure on you? Studying is your responsibility. You won't tell, will you?"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you. It's just a male classmate, a really nice guy. Really, I swear to God, we walked home together after school and Aunt Liu saw us, and then she went on to tell my grandma."

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

"No, really nothing. If there is, they're just making it up. You should have at least some basic trust in your own daughter, right?"

She looked up at Zhang Jianying with a smile.

"Little girl, you're getting more and more disobedient."

She chuckled and playfully flicked her daughter's nose. "Alright, I'll believe you for now. But I must remind you, your studies must come first. You'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. Your father and I are both busy, so you need to be strict with yourself. Understand?" "

Of course I understand. With my intelligence, I'll be fine."

"Also, don't talk back to Grandma anymore. She's nagging you for your own good, she's so old."

"We have a generation gap."

"I don't care about any generation gap. You've been learning to respect the elderly and care for the young since you were little, how could you forget? If you don't listen, I won't help you with anything anymore."

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll remember, Mother's command."

"Little girl."

Zhang Jianying didn't consider herself a traditional, rigid mother, and she was tolerant of her child's early romantic feelings.

She herself had secretly liked a boy in junior high school, but due to the social environment and education she received at the time, she had to suppress this pure feeling, like a flower that withered prematurely before it could bloom. She felt that with proper guidance, Xiaoya shouldn't have any problems; after all, she had confidence in her daughter and her parenting methods.

"By the way, my dad just called to say he won't be back today. He's going to Shenzhen on a business trip tomorrow and won't be back until next week."

"I know. Get ready, dinner's almost ready."

Zhang Jianying left the room and quietly closed the door. Her husband, Shen Yong, was introduced to her by an acquaintance; he was a somewhat successful technician. After dating for a year, they married and had a daughter, living a life like any ordinary family. Later, Shen Yong resigned and started his own company. As the business got on track, their lives gradually became more affluent. So they agreed that Zhang Jianying would mainly take care of the household affairs, while Shen Yong would work hard to earn money outside.

Actually, Shen Yong had advised her before that a police officer in charge of propaganda should quit his job and stay home. But she refused; she wasn't the kind of woman who would waste time idly at home, especially with her mother-in-law at home. Even the best mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will have conflicts if they're together 24/7.

For the past year or so, Shen Yong seemed extremely busy, traveling for business, attending meetings, and sometimes not coming home for entire months. To be honest, she had worried that he might have other women. But as a police officer, she believed in evidence. Without evidence, nothing could be proven. So she preferred to believe he was just too busy with work.

Dinner was quiet. Although her mother-in-law was still nagging, Xiaoya just ate and drank without saying a word, not even glancing at her grandmother.

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Zhang Jianying came out of the bathroom drying her hair. Her mother-in-law was already asleep. She gently pushed open the door to Xiaoya's room and saw her lying on the bed reading.

"Stop reading, go to sleep, your eyes are ruined."

"Okay. By the way, Mom, don't forget the parent-teacher meeting on Monday, at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"I know, I didn't forget."

She was about to close the door when Xiaoya said again, "Mom."

"What is it now?"

"You're very mature, very charming. Hehe."

"Little girl. You're talking nonsense. Go to sleep."

She smiled and closed the door.

Zhang Jianying returned to her room, locked the door, lay on the bed, and picked up a magazine about family life to read. She read an article about a woman who committed suicide after getting divorced because of an extramarital affair, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the protagonist. She asked herself if she would do the same if she were in that situation. Then an article about marital sex caught her eye. The simple and natural words stirred her up; she felt a worm wriggling inside her, causing a tingling sensation.

She got out of bed and pulled a large towel from the bottom of the wardrobe, spreading it on the bed. She then turned the bedside lamp down to a dim setting, so dim she could only vaguely see her own movements. She chose the most comfortable position, lifted her nightgown, and slowly pulled down her panties, placing them aside. Even in the dim light, the thick, dark, scallop-shaped pubic hair was clearly visible, like desire, quietly released in the silence. This

wasn't the first time she'd done this. When her pillow was often empty, and she hadn't been able to satisfy her physical desires for a long time, she chose masturbation. A quiet, private pleasure.

The dim light was like a thin veil over her still beautiful and vibrant face, like an impressionist painting, blending light and color to create a serene and tranquil beauty. She closed her eyes, gently biting her lower lip, focusing on feeling the long, slender middle finger slip through the pubic hair, accurately landing on her delicate clitoris, gently rotating it. An indescribable pleasure welled up, quickly spreading throughout her body.

She quickened her movements slightly, like adding fuel to a budding fire. She was wet; fluids flowed from her vagina like a stream, down her perineum to her anus, and then dripped onto the towel.

She squeezed her legs together, alternating between thrusting up and down, letting the flames of pleasure surge upwards. She began to moan, excitedly moaning, but she couldn't cry out. She covered her mouth with her left hand, minimizing the sound. Her middle finger slipped into her vagina, stirring inside the slippery flesh. She knew exactly where her sensitive spots were, and soon her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. More and more fluid flowed; she suddenly spread her legs, her hand moving rapidly below.

Stimulation, stimulation that made her forget herself! The worm inside her body struggled to burst out of her most sensitive spot, trying to take her soul with it! She was helping it; she was releasing it! Finally, it burst out, a clear, sweet spring, leaving a cool stain on the towel.

Zhang Jianying, panting, slowly lowered her left hand, allowing herself to breathe freely in the calm air. She could feel her face flushing; she always blushed after an orgasm. For her actions, and for the excessive fluid she had released. In all these years, she had never been this excited, this wet, during sex with Shen Yong. She touched her genitals; the pubic hair was completely soaked, like a patch of grass drenched by rain. Her vulva was still open, as if the excitement hadn't subsided.

But she was tired. After calming down, she turned on the bedside lamp, got up, picked up a corner of a towel, and wiped her genitals clean, hiding it in a basin under the bed. She kept this basin very secret, and she usually only masturbated on weekend nights, so that the next day when she rested, she could put it in the washing machine along with her underwear without anyone noticing.

Chapter 2

"What are you grinning about?"

Zhang Jianying asked Xiaofan, who sat opposite her. This girl, who had only been working for a little over a year, was quite pretty, and her mind was full of novel and fashionable things.

"Sister Zhang, guess what Zhao Ming said to me?"

"Which Zhao Ming?"

"The Zhao Ming from administration."

"What happened? What did he say to you?"

"He asked me out to dinner."

"That's it? You've been grinning like an idiot for ages. Have you never been asked out by a boy before?"

"No, you saw the way he looked when he told me. It was really funny."

"That guy's nice, just a bit introverted. The fact that he confessed to you means he really likes you."

"Forget it, Sister Zhang. What era are we living in? I wouldn't date someone like him."

"Then what kind of guy are you looking for?"

"Definitely rich, someone who can afford all my expenses, someone who can pull out two cards without batting an eye." "

What kind of card? A meal card?"

"What? A credit card. The kind you can spend however you want."

"You're dreaming."

"To be honest, Sister Zhang, if I had your luck, I wouldn't work. What's the point of working? Wasting all your time at work, wasting your precious youth. I heard you're the richest person in the whole bureau. Your husband, Old Shen, owns a company; you're a rich woman."

"Why are there so many rumors in the Public Security Bureau? You're so young, and your head is full of useless thoughts."

"What's useful? Money is the most useful."

"So you're not going to agree to Zhao Ming's proposal?"

"Who said that? I agreed, but I'll just take it one step at a time. I'll talk about it when the right person comes along."

"Sigh, what's wrong with girls these days?"

"That's called being pragmatic. I don't want to be like an ignorant girl pursuing some pure love, which won't put food

on the table in the end. I'm just awakened early." She leaned closer, her face contorted, and said, "Sister Zhang, to be honest, many girls my age have already joined the organization. Aren't you worried at all about your husband outside..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think everyone is like you? Get back to work. All

you do is talk about this." "Never mind. Don't blame me for not warning you later."

"Are you ever going to stop? I'm ignoring you."

On the way to the cafeteria at noon, Xiaofan was still telling Zhang Jianying about her philosophy of life. Zhao Ming saw them from afar and waved enthusiastically, running over with his lunchbox.

"Sister Zhang, Xiaofan, I've bought you your food."

"You know what I want?"

"It's all your usual dishes."

"What if I want something different today?"

Zhang Jianying tapped Xiaofan hard on the head. "You little brat, you don't know how lucky you are. You two chat, I'm going to buy the food."

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The cafeteria was bustling with people. Zhang Jianying greeted familiar faces as she waited in line. She noticed Gu Zhiping and several detectives eating and talking at a table by the window. Gu Zhiping was her classmate in college; he had a crush on her back then, but she rejected him. Zhang Jianying always felt he wasn't the kind of man she wanted, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what kind. After graduation, Gu Zhiping married someone else. Now he was the deputy director, in charge of criminal investigation.

Zhang Jianying bought the food and went to find them. Gu Zhiping saw her coming, stopped talking, and stood up to offer her his seat.

"What are you talking about? So mysterious."

"Sister Zhang, we were just saying how beautiful you've become, radiant! All the young girls in the station pale in comparison to you."

"If you weren't married, I'd be chasing after you every day."

"Even if you're married, I'll still chase after you. I'm calling Old Shen right now and telling him I've taken over Sister Zhang's duties."

Several detectives joked with Zhang Jianying. "You're so disrespectful

, always teasing me." "Alright

, you guys hurry up and get things done this afternoon, don't delay."

Gu Zhiping said to them.

The group stopped laughing, got up, and said goodbye.

"What's wrong? You look tired."

"Just tired, I've been so busy these past few days, haven't had a moment's rest."

"Take care, don't overwork yourself, your health is important."

"I know. How are you now? Is Old Shen still frequently away on business trips?"

"Yeah. He'll be back in a few days. I'm used to it now. Oh, right, I have to go now, I have to go to Xiaoya's parent-teacher conference. Take care of yourself."

As she spoke, Zhang Jianying stood up.

"You too. Let's talk again when we have time."

Chapter 3

Qiu Yu stood smiling next to the teacher, greeting the parents who had come for the meeting at the classroom door. Although he was only seventeen, his face showed a maturity and composure unlike that of his peers. He had a neat buzz cut, and his eyes were firm and bright. Like a tour guide with rich experience, he explained the questions the parents had raised and led them to their children's seats, arranging the meeting in an orderly manner.

Zhang Jianying appeared in the crowd, her tall and full figure in a police uniform immediately catching his attention.

"Auntie, hello. You must be Shen Fangya's mother?"

Qiu Yu walked over and asked her with a smile.

"How did you know?"

Zhang Jianying looked at the boy in front of her with some surprise.

"Our whole class knows that she has a beautiful and loving police officer mother."

"What does Xiaoya always say about me?"

Zhang Jianying was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"That's all kind words. My name is Qiu Yu, I'm her class monitor. Let me show you to her seat."

With that, Qiu Yu led Zhang Jianying into the classroom and sat her down in Xiaoya's seat.

"If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right at the door."

"Thank you, Qiu Yu."

Qiu Yu walked back to the classroom door and continued his service. He would occasionally steal glances at Zhang Jianying. She was chatting with a parent next to her. She looked to be around forty years old, with long, black hair clipped back, highlighting her fair and elegant face. She wore light makeup, and when she smiled, she had two shallow dimples. Her breasts were high and full, making her police uniform look bulky. She wore black flat shoes and flesh-colored stockings, exuding a mature and captivating charm.

The parent-teacher meeting began, and Qiu Yu distributed the materials to each parent. When he reached Zhang Jianying, he smiled at her. Zhang Jianying smiled and took the materials, flipping through them. After distributing the gifts, Qiu Yu went out and closed the door. As she reached the stairwell, Xiao Ya suddenly jumped out.

"Hey!"

Qiu Yu was startled. "Why didn't you leave?"

"Did you see my mom?"

"Yes."

"How was she?"

"She's nice, very good, just like you said."

"Of course. My mom is the best."

"Aren't you going home to do your homework?"

"Not yet. Going back would just mean facing my grandma, all nagging. Besides, I miss you too."

Qiu Yu pulled Xiao Ya up to the rooftop and found a secluded spot.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

But Qiu Yu didn't kiss her; instead, he reached for her chest. Xiao Ya looked on timidly, her heart pounding. Although they had kissed before, they had never had physical contact. And now, she was about to accept Qiu Yu's touch. Qiu Yu's hand landed on her chest, slowly kneading the not-so-full but soft flesh.

He felt a surge of excitement, not from the flesh, but from Xiaoya's shy expression—the unique expression of a young girl experiencing shyness for the first time. A blush spread across her delicate face, making her even more charming and adorable, her innocent eyes sparkling with a clear light.

"You're beautiful, Xiaoya."

"You're handsome too."

Qiu Yu kissed her, teasingly slipping his tongue into her mouth. He felt Xiaoya's heart pounding, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, timidity and longing. He slipped his hand under her clothes, pushing it inside her small bra, grasping her smooth breast in his hand, two fingers teasing her tiny nipple.

Xiaoya trembled, her breathing quickening. Her nipples subtly hardened under Qiu Yu's caresses, accepting his touch. But Qiu Yu seemed no longer content with merely touching her breasts; his hand began to slide downwards! Xiaoya panicked and grabbed his hand, saying, "No..."

"Don't you want to?"

"No... I..."

Xiaoya lowered her head, not daring to meet the resolute gaze in Qiu Yu's eyes, and she complied. Qiu Yu's hand quickly slipped inside her pants, touching her panties; they were smooth and warm. He then deftly pulled open the edge of the panties with his fingers and slipped inside. His hand touched a small tuft of fine, soft hair, just below her flat stomach, like a small ball of yarn. Xiaoya closed her eyes shyly and nervously, hugging Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu didn't stop because of her embarrassment; he simply pulled her pants and panties down to her knees, revealing a section of her delicate, smooth thigh.

"Spread your legs a little wider,"

he said, seemingly suggesting but also commanding. Xiaoya obediently spread her legs a little, allowing Qiu Yu's fingers to easily pass through the last line of defense. That finger skillfully touched the virgin's clitoris, like a shy little bean. He kneaded it, feeling Xiaoya trembling involuntarily; she was wet, her first time releasing her love juice. Qiu Yu dipped his hand in the water and held it up to Xiaoya.

"Look, this is your fluid. It means you've accepted me."

"You're so naughty."

"I'm naughty, yet you still like me?"

"I just like you."

Qiu Yu didn't continue with what he was doing, but instead pulled up Xiaoya's pants, straightened her clothes, and kissed her again.

"The parent-teacher meeting is over, you should go home now."

"Okay, see you tomorrow. I'll miss you tonight. I'll text you."

"Okay, but don't forget your studies."

"I know, class monitor."

Xiaoya grinned at him and ran downstairs.

The parent-teacher meeting ended, and the hallway was once again crowded with parents of various expressions. Many anxious parents surrounded the teacher, wanting to hear her say about their child's situation at school and in their studies, while Zhang Jianying just stood outside the circle waiting.

"Auntie, why don't you go ask about Shen Fangya?"

Qiu Yu walked over and stood beside her.

"Oh, Teacher Tang is very busy. I'll wait a bit, no rush. Have your parents arrived, Qiu Yu?"

"My mother is very busy with work, she couldn't come."

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"It's alright, your parents must be at ease with such a good child like you. I just heard your Teacher Tang praising you. You should help Xiaoya more in the future."

"Don't worry, I'm the class monitor, I will take responsibility."

Zhang Jianying looked at him. Behind his still youthful face was a maturity beyond his years. His eyes told her that he was a smart, steady, and responsible child. There aren't many children like him nowadays. She turned to look at the other parents, who were still eagerly asking their questions, showing no sign of leaving. She wanted to go back first.

"Auntie, actually I can tell you about Xiaoya's situation. Because I've been assisting the teacher in class. I basically know about each student's situation."

"Your teacher really chose the right class monitor, you're quite extraordinary."

Zhang Jianying looked at him and said with a smile.

"You flatter me. Doing this allows me to better serve my classmates and strengthen unity among them."

"Yes, it seems I should have Xiaoya learn from you."

Then Qiu Yu gave her a very detailed introduction to Xiao Ya's situation at school, and her strengths and weaknesses in her studies. Zhang Jianying listened and nodded repeatedly, secretly thinking that this seventeen-year-old boy could do his job so seriously and meticulously; he would definitely have a bright future.

Chapter 4

As soon as Zhang Jianying entered the door, Xiao Ya ran over happily, waving the unopened phone box in her hand and saying, "Mom, look! Dad bought me the latest model phone."

"You, you've never been this happy even when you got a perfect score on a test."

"It's different. That one gave me a headache just thinking about it, this one makes me happy just looking at it."

"Just don't let your joy turn into sorrow."

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

Xiao Ya pouted and ran back to her room, closing the door. Shen Yong was sitting on the sofa in the living room, intently looking at the documents in his hands. His shiny hair was neatly slicked back, and his face had a rosy, healthy glow. A seemingly spotless shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, paired with navy blue suspender trousers; even at home, he looked like a big boss.

"Why are you back today, Boss? Didn't you say you'd be back in a couple of days?"

Zhang Jianying walked over and sat down next to him.

"Something came up, I have to go back to Shenzhen tomorrow."

Shen Yong didn't look at her, just at the documents in his hand.

"Shenzhen is your home now, isn't it? Going back to Shenzhen. What is this place then? An inn?"

Shen Yong sensed her displeasure, put the documents on the coffee table, turned around and smiled, "Of course it's home. Nowhere can compare to home."

"You're just saying nice things."

"Are you unhappy?"

Shen Yong pinched Zhang Jianying's cheek with his finger, "I'm doing this for this family, aren't I?"

"I know."

Zhang Jianying seemed to have a lot to say, but after hearing what he said, she didn't know how to respond. "I just missed you."

She leaned her head on Shen Yong's shoulder.

"I didn't see anything!"

Xiaoya covered her eyes with one hand and walked towards them, shouting loudly. Zhang Jianying immediately stood up, blushing, and poked Xiaoya's head hard.

"Little girl, naughty."

After saying that, she went into the kitchen to help her mother-in-law cook. During dinner, Xiaoya kept secretly laughing, so Zhang Jianying glared at her and kept piling food into her bowl.

"Laugh, laugh, or you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Someone can't sleep..."

Xiaoya grinned at her.

"What's wrong with you these days? You're getting more and more out of line, no manners at all."

Zhang Jianying's tone became stern.

"I knew it, kids need to be disciplined."

Grandma interjected.

"Alright, once I'm done with this busy period, I'll personally discipline Xiaoya. Now, let's eat."

Shen Yong's words were like a judge's final ruling, possessing absolute authority, and both parties had to obey unconditionally. No one spoke again, and they quietly finished their dinner.

Zhang Jianying stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her naked body. At forty, she possessed a beautiful and mature body; she was the kind of woman who didn't need to exercise, her body naturally maintaining its best condition. Compared to those women who worried about losing weight every day, starving themselves and desperately doing aerobics and exercise, she was very lucky. Her skin was still smooth and elastic, as tender as a peeled boiled egg.

She had let her hair down, revealing a natural and stunning mature beauty on her unmade-up face. This face, refined by time, was incomparable to the artificial makeup of teenage girls striving for beauty. The confidence and charm it exuded didn't come from lipstick or eyeshadow, but rather emanated naturally from within. Her

full breasts, like two ripe fruits, flaunted their beauty on pristine white branches, radiating an autumnal allure under the soft bathroom light. A thick patch of dark pubic hair nestled between her long, shapely legs, adding a final, exquisite touch to her sensual form. Her voluptuous, tall figure shifted poses in front of the mirror, each pose a masterpiece, breathtaking in itself.

She picked up a pink silk slip dress from the hanger, put it on, and stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing Shen Yong leaning against the bed, still looking at documents, she turned to check if the door was locked.

"You can't finish your work?"

"Yeah, so I can never earn enough money."

Shen Yong said without looking up.

She got into bed and lay close to Shen Yong, her hand stroking his broad chest, then slowly slipping down into his pajama bottoms to grasp his soft, still-dormant penis, gently caressing it with her fingertips.

"It's been so long..."

She looked up at him, her tone full of expectation, probing, and perhaps a little pleading.

Shen Yong looked down at her, put down what he was holding, and hugged her.

"I've been too busy and tired lately. Let's talk about it after this period, okay?"

"Don't you miss me at all..."

"How could I? You're such a beauty, I've been thinking about you day and night."

"You're just saying nice things."

Zhang Jianying grabbed his hand and slipped it under her nightgown, gently rubbing his warm, moist vulva. Shen Yong cooperated by moving his fingers, and soon she was overflowing with desire.

"You're really like a wolf now."

"It's because you don't come home often, so I had no choice but to..."

She realized she'd let something slip and quickly stopped.

"No choice but to what?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Shen Yong pulled his hand away. "If you're not going to tell me, I'm going to sleep."

He turned over, pretending to go to sleep.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Zhang Jianying grabbed his arm and said, "I had no choice but to take care of it myself..."

"How did you take care of it?"

"Well, I just used my hand..."

She blushed and buried her face in Shen Yong's chest.

"I never thought a police officer would start masturbating."

Shen Yong smiled and said.

"How annoying, it's all because you're never home."

"How does it feel?"

"Yours is still the best..."

Zhang Jianying's hand once again grasped Shen Yong's soft penis.

"By the way, Mom just told me Xiaoya is dating?"

"I already asked her, and she said it's just a male classmate she's close to. But I think they might be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Sigh, kids these days are so precocious, they know everything. If I hadn't said something during dinner, you would have been embarrassed."

"I know. But kids these days are much more knowledgeable and mature than before. This afternoon I went to Xiaoya's parent-teacher conference and ran into her class monitor; he's a very good kid. I asked him to help Xiaoya out."

"I'm planning to send Xiaoya to study abroad."

"I know you'll definitely have this thought. But let's wait until she's over high school. I'm not comfortable letting her go out alone now."

"You could quit your job and go with her to accompany her to school."

"I don't want to leave here, and besides, I don't want to quit my job."

"Okay, we'll talk about this later. Everything at home depends on you."

"I know, don't worry."

Zhang Jianying lifted Shen Yong's pajama bottoms, turned around, knelt between his legs, and took his penis into her mouth.

"So lazy, it won't get up unless you call it with your mouth."

She gently licked the dark penis with her tongue, her tongue tip deftly rotating around the glans, then swallowed it all, and then released it again after a moment. The penis seemed to be awakened from a sweet dream, reluctantly stretching and slowly straightening its body, its round head bulging angrily and shining. Zhang Jianying felt a surge of joy and continued to suckle diligently, making smacking sounds. She was like a little girl greedily licking and sucking the ice cream in her hand. This was a moment she thoroughly enjoyed. She would skillfully lick every inch of the ice cream, savoring its taste, letting it slowly melt in her mouth, because it was her treasure.

Shen Yong lifted Zhang Jianying's nightgown and saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, revealing her protruding, snow-white buttocks. The bedside lamp illuminated her privacy perfectly, revealing the flower hidden in her vulva. The dark pubic hair resembled a long, lush forest, exuding vitality. The soft, slender slit was already eagerly open, a clear droplet of moisture hanging at the entrance, like a vivid sign welcoming visitors. This was once a place Shen Yong frequented, where he had kissed and possessed countless times, accompanied by her moans, like a continuous waterfall.

He had once been very fortunate to have married such a beautiful and sexy woman. Especially when she wore that beautiful police uniform, that special feeling stirred up endless impulses within him. But as time went by, the physical desire and passion that had once ignited his passion had slowly faded, just as the police uniform had lost its initial attraction. Jianying was still the same Jianying, but he had changed.

"Jianying, let's call it a day. I'm really tired these past few days."

Zhang Jianying reluctantly stopped sucking and lay back down next to Shen Yong.

"Then promise me you'll do it after you come back from Shenzhen."

"I promise. I'll have to take care of myself these next few days."

"Ugh."

Soon Zhang Jianying fell asleep. Shen Yong looked at her, covered her with the blanket, and then lay down to sleep himself.

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In the middle of the night, Zhang Jianying woke up. She felt something was suffocating inside her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She drifted in and out of sleep, having many hazy dreams, a jumble of unrelated things appearing in her dreams, making her very tired. She woke up. Shen Yong was fast asleep, his soft snores audible.

She quietly got out of bed and went around to Shen Yong's side, carefully finding his phone on the bedside table. Then, she tiptoed out of the door, closed it, and left.

She didn't really want to do this, and had never done it before, but now she had an urge telling her she had to. She went into the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on her phone. The blue glow in the darkness made her look like a ghost. She carefully checked each text message. As she opened more messages, her face began to contort and distort, her lips trembled, and eventually, she could barely read the words on the screen.

She cried silently, tears streaming down her blue-glowing face. She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs, taking deep breaths repeatedly to calm herself. But she failed each time. Her hands trembled, her body trembled, and her heart trembled even more. After an unknown amount of time, she gradually calmed down, stood up, went to the sink, and applied warm water to her eyes for a while. She then washed her face before returning to the house. Shen Yong was still fast asleep. She put down her phone, lay back in bed, and couldn't sleep.

Chapter 5:

Lin Songlan jogged along the street, frequently glancing anxiously at her watch. Pedestrians strolled by, dressed in brightly colored clothes, leisurely wandering along the dazzling street lined with shops. Their relaxed pace contrasted sharply with Lin Songlan's hurried steps. She was like a discordant note in this lively symphony. She had no time to look around at the dazzling shop windows. It was already late after leaving the hospital as a caregiver; she needed to get to Mr. Ding's house as quickly as possible to do her hourly work.

Her hair was pinned back with a hair clip, but due to her haste, a few strands fell down, making her look slightly disheveled.

Sweat beaded on her unmade-up face, but it didn't diminish her allure in the slightest. She looked remarkably like a female star from the 1980s who frequently appeared in tragic films. If she were younger and dressed up more carefully, she would undoubtedly be a woman who would turn heads wherever she went. But at this moment, she was only wearing a plain light pink shirt, light gray trousers, and comfortable, light-cut cloth shoes, hurrying through the dense crowd.

Lin Songlan stood at the door, wiped the sweat from her face, tucked her stray hair behind her ear, and rang the doorbell.

It wasn't Miss Zhao who opened the door every day, but Mr. Ding, who was rarely home.

"Hello, Mr. Ding. I'm sorry I'm a few minutes late."

"It's alright, come in."

Mr. Ding's smile eased her tension.

"Miss Zhao went out?"

"Yes, she went shopping with a friend. I came back to get something, I'll be gone in a bit. You go about your business."

Mr. Ding went into the study and tidied the papers on the table. Lin Songlan started working. She came here every day to clean the house, cook, do laundry, and do all the other household chores. She was paid 100 yuan an hour, three hours a day.

She worked diligently and conscientiously, and Mr. Ding and Ms. Zhao were very satisfied with her. They were discussing giving her a raise.

Mr. Ding, carrying his purse, was about to leave the study when he inadvertently saw Lin Songlan washing herself in the bathtub. She bent over, and from behind, all he could see was her round buttocks and long, slender legs beneath her bulging pants.

Her legs were bent, and her full buttocks moved up and down with her movements.

"Mrs. Lin, I've thought about giving you a raise. How about 50 yuan more per hour? Starting today."

Mr. Ding's eyes were fixed on Lin Songlan's buttocks.

Lin Songlan straightened up and said gratefully, "I really don't know what to say, Mr. Ding. I will definitely work even harder. Thank you."

"No need, no need,"

Mr. Ding smiled and waved his hand, putting his purse on the floor and going into the bathroom. "You've done a very good job. Miss Zhao has been praising you to me. I've just been very busy, otherwise I would have given you a raise long ago."

"This is already very good, thank you." "

Is there anything else you need? If so, please let me know and I'll see if I can help."

Lin Songlan felt a little embarrassed looking at Mr. Ding's concerned eyes.

"No, Mr. Ding, I'm already very satisfied. Thank you so much."

"Alright then. But I have a question I'd like to ask you."

"Please ask away."

Mr. Ding took a step forward, standing in front of Lin Songlan, and said, "Could you do one more thing in these three hours? I'll give you an extra raise."

Lin Songlan instinctively took a step back and said, "What is it?"

Mr. Ding didn't speak, but smiled and reached for her chest to unbutton her clothes. She panicked, immediately covering her chest and trying to run away from Mr. Ding. But Mr. Ding grabbed her and pulled her back.

"What do you want, Mr. Ding? Let me go!"

Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness; facing Mr. Ding's strong body, she seemed so weak. But she still tried to break free from those iron-like hands.

"What are you afraid of? I'll give you money. Didn't you come here for money too?"

"No, I came here to work! Let me go!"

"What kind of work? Just an hourly job. If you agree, I'll give you three hundred yuan a time. That's much better than cleaning toilets all day. Besides, at your age, if it weren't for your looks and figure, you wouldn't be worth that much."

"Let me go! I'm going to scream for help!"

"Go ahead and scream. You'll not only lose face, but you'll also lose your job. Go out on the street and see if a woman your age can find a job that pays seven hundred and fifty yuan for three hours."

He was right. Seven hundred and fifty yuan for three hours was a considerable sum for her. Lin Songlan hesitated for a moment, and Mr. Ding immediately took complete control of her.

"No, please, Mr. Ding..."

But she felt a powerful force pressing down on her, making her powerless to resist.

Mr. Ding frantically groped around her waist, finally unzipping his pants and neatly pulling down her underwear as well. Those thick, dark fingers plunged into her pubic hair, forcibly inserting between her legs, kneading her genitals. Lin Songlan kept her eyes tightly shut, enduring immense pain and humiliation, letting his hands run rampant in her most private place. She had no other choice but to yield, to submit.

"Mrs. Lin, you've got quite a bit of hair, you must be a she-wolf with a strong libido, hehe..."

Mr. Ding lewdly twisted her body, pressing her upper body down. She had no choice but to bend over, gripping the edge of the bathtub with both hands, her buttocks sticking out. Her hair, which had been tucked behind her head, fell down, obscuring her face. She cried, tears streaming down her face, dripping into the freshly clean, bright white bathtub. The glistening teardrops seemed to blend into the white, becoming indistinguishable once they landed.

Lin Songlan's round, large buttocks obediently faced Mr. Ding, whose eyes were glued to them.

He was a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters; he was like a sophisticated sensor, able to accurately detect the allure of a woman's body. Although Lin Songlan was dressed plainly and was already middle-aged, this could not conceal her charm and allure, especially her sexy body beneath her ordinary attire.

If she were lucky, like Miss Zhao, she could have been a graceful and elegant lady, sitting on a sofa watching others work. Fortunately, she wasn't; she was just a part-time worker doing menial labor for money. He felt his business was very worthwhile; a mere three hundred yuan allowed him to change his tastes and easily sample a jar of aged wine. He felt life was truly wonderful.

Mr. Ding parted her buttocks, completely exposing her dark red anus and hairy genitals. The trembling little chrysanthemum bloomed fearfully in Mr. Ding's lewd eyes, timidly awaiting his ravaging.

"You're really clean, you've done a good job of self-cleaning."

His middle finger was roughly stirred inside the fleshy hole hidden by the thick pubic hair, the intense pleasure stimulating him.

"Ah..."

Lin Songlan cried out, then immediately shut her mouth tightly. She had to endure it; she didn't want him to hear her groans.

Mr. Ding gripped his throbbing, not-so-thick, penis and forcefully thrust it in, the powerful force almost causing Lin Songlan to fall into the bathtub. He was surprised to find that her vagina was so tight, like a virgin's. The three hundred yuan deal was well worth it! He excitedly and violently thrust in and out, his penis repeatedly penetrating her flesh, the crisp, rhythmic slapping sounds filling the air. Soon, thick, glistening fluid coated his penis and

was drawn out, flowing continuously like a stream. This was a shameful moment, a shameful posture. She was powerless to protect herself, having completely surrendered her most private and precious place to be humiliated! Lin Songlan finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell like rain, washing over her face. Her hands, gripping the edge of the bathtub, were numb, her arms stiff, and her entire body was devoid of feeling. She just kept herself going, refusing to collapse.

She only hoped it would all end soon!

Mr. Ding began to fuck her at top speed, as if trying to fill her with all his passion. Suddenly he pulled out his penis, moaning as he stroked it, and soon a thick stream of semen shot onto her buttocks.

"That was fucking good. You're a real stunner."

Mr. Ding wiped his penis clean, pulled up his pants, and took out a crisp three hundred yuan note from his wallet, throwing it to Lin Songlan, who was lying on the ground crying.

"Look, it's still a new note. Stop crying, you're getting a good deal and acting innocent. Get up and get ready, Miss Zhao will be back soon. If she sees you like this, your salary still won't go up."

Mr. Ding walked out, followed by a loud slam of the door. Lin Songlan lay on the ground, slowly stopping her crying. Looking at the three hundred yuan note on the ground, her mind felt like it was filled with stones, heavy and without any space. She had suffered a lot and endured hardships that others couldn't imagine, but she had persevered. She had once been a proud peony blooming in spring, envied and envied by those around her. But life played a cruel joke on her, a terrible one. She became a blade of grass, a humble and helpless blade of grass.

Suddenly, she laughed, mocking herself. The body she once considered the purest and noblest was now worth only three hundred yuan. Five minutes felt like an eternity. She picked up the money, folded it neatly, and put it in her pocket. She pulled out a tissue from the box and thoroughly wiped away the liquid behind her. She stood up, put on her pants, and tidied herself in front of the large mirror. She saw that her once beautiful face, weathered by time, was now devoid of vitality, as if dead.

She gathered her hair back and fastened it with a hair clip, revealing a pair of large, red, yet bright eyes. She tried to force a smile, but failed. She finally saw herself clearly: a middle-aged woman who still retained some beauty, who had just exchanged her body for three hundred yuan. Her lips finally twitched.

She washed her face, dried it, and began to work.

Chapter 6

"Sister Zhang, what's wrong? You seem a little distracted. Didn't you sleep well?"

Xiaofan asked, looking at Zhang Jianying who was lost in thought.

"Oh, nothing. It's just about Xiaoya. It's about her studies... sigh, she has to take the college entrance exam next year,"

she answered haphazardly.

"Hey, I thought it was something serious. Why bother with college entrance exams these days? You won't get a job anyway. But your Xiaoya probably won't have that problem, she has Lao Shen. She'll just get a job at the company, right? If all else fails, just send her abroad. Rich people send their kids overseas these days, who wants to fight tooth and nail with these common folk?"

"Why is your mind filled with all this nonsense? Mind your own business. Tell me, how are things going with Zhao Ming?"

"I went on a date, it was really boring."

Then Xiaofan whispered to Zhang Jianying, "Someone introduced me to someone yesterday, a white-collar worker, not bad, has a car and a house, I'm considering it."

"What? How could you say that? What about Zhao Ming?"

"Sister Zhang, I just had dinner with him, what do you want me to do? Marry him? That would be too pathetic. What era are we living in? You want to get married without any financial stability? Dream on."

"Xiaofan, you'll suffer sooner or later if you keep going like this. Love between two people..."

Zhang Jianying suddenly stopped; she didn't want to continue. How could she tell Xiaofan about beliefs and principles that even she herself was beginning to doubt? "Forget it, I think I'm getting old, I really can't keep up with the times." "

You're not old, Sister Zhang. If you weren't wearing this police uniform, and instead wore some elegant fashion, a bunch of pretty boys would be following you around like madmen." "

Pah, you're getting more and more ridiculous. You really shouldn't be a policeman."

"Even the Chairman is a person, let alone a policeman. Who says all policemen have to be saints and heroes? I'm just one of the people, even if I take off my clothes..." "

Say that again? I'll pinch your mouth."

Zhang Jianying stopped Xiaofan in time.

"Alright, Mom, I won't say anymore."

She smiled and lowered her head to do her own thing.

Zhang Jianying felt like she really was getting old, sometimes like someone standing outside a crowd watching a spectacle, only knowing that it was noisy inside, everyone was excited, but not knowing what was happening. But when she finally saw the performance, she felt disappointed and lost. She didn't like this kind of performance; it only made her feel bewildered. However, she was already squeezed in the crowd and couldn't move, so she could only continue watching.

Just after lunch, she received a call from Gu Zhiping, asking her to come to his office; he had something to say to her.

She went to the restroom first, carefully checking her face in the mirror to make sure that her eyes, which had been crying the night before, were barely visible, before she went to see Gu Zhiping.

She knocked on the door and pushed it open. Gu Zhiping was sitting at his smoky desk, looking down at the documents in his hands.

"You should quit smoking. Smoking like this is very bad for your health."

Saying this, she walked to the window and opened it as wide as possible.

"I can't help it; I've been too busy lately, so I have to rely on this."

"What's wrong? Another big case?"

"It depends on how you put it; I'm used to it."

"What did you call me here for?"

Zhang Jianying asked, sitting on the sofa and looking at Gu Zhiping.

Gu Zhiping stubbed out his cigarette, got up, closed the door, and sat down next to Zhang Jianying.

"Jianying, we're old friends. If you need any help or have something to say, I'm happy to listen."

"What's wrong? I'm fine."

Zhang Jianying smiled, trying to prove she was indeed fine.

"Have you forgotten what I do? There were so many people in the cafeteria earlier, I didn't call out to you, but I could tell you were troubled at a glance. Wasn't it the same yesterday? Am I right? Is it something to do at home?"

"Really, no, really. It's all an occupational hazard."

She tried to smile again, but her face was like an empty toothpaste tube, unable to squeeze out anything.

"Jianying, I'm not interrogating you. We're friends. Remember, if you want to talk to someone, I'm always here."

Zhang Jianying looked into his eyes without speaking, just nodded. Just then, the phone rang. Gu Zhiping answered it, and she got up and quietly closed the door. Actually, she almost blurted it out, telling him all her grievances. But she felt it would be too abrupt; she didn't want her recently calmed emotions to surge again.

If she cried, she definitely wouldn't be able to go to work that afternoon. Ever since she rejected Gu Zhiping's advances in college, she had always felt guilty towards him. But she truly only considered him a friend, nothing more. This guilt gradually faded after Gu Zhiping got married. Later, they worked in the same bureau and maintained a good relationship, neither of them mentioning the past again. She could see that Gu Zhiping had always taken good care of her, and she considered it the friendship between good friends, so she would often check in on him in return.

Under the strong afternoon sun, many students were playing on the playground. Qiu Yu and two classmates were playing basketball under a hoop, their agile movements eliciting cheers from Xiao Ya, who was watching from the sidelines. During a break, Qiu Yu ran over, and Xiao Ya quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water. He tilted his head back and gulped it down.

"Why is there only one bottle? We played basketball too."

"Yeah, showing favoritism isn't good; it's not conducive to unity among classmates,"

the two male classmates who gathered around joked with Xiao Ya.

"This is a reward. Only those who play well get to drink water. Are you as good as Qiu Yu?"

"No, we're not only not as good at playing as him, we're also not as lucky as him."

"Good to know. You're so annoying."

"Alright, hurry up and get ready for self-study class,"

Qiu Yu said to them.

The two walked away chatting and laughing.

"Don't be so obvious in front of your classmates in the future. They're okay, but if other classmates find out and tell Teacher Tang, you know what the consequences will be."

"Yeah, I know, I'll be careful in the future."

She pouted, then happily said to Qiu Yu, "Do you know what my mom said to me yesterday?" "

She told me to learn from me."

"How did you know? She also said you're a very good kid and that I should humbly learn from you. Haha, you even fooled my mom, you're really something."

"Who fooled me? I just did what I was supposed to do. It seems your mom at least doesn't dislike me anymore."

"Of course not, she likes me a lot. She said you'll definitely be successful in the future, a real talent."

The two walked towards the classroom as they talked.

After work, only Zhang Jianying was left in the office. She hesitated, wondering whether to call Gu Zhiping.

She picked up the phone, put it down, picked it up again, and put it down again. Finally, she decided to call him, but the call rang and no one answered. Disappointed, she put down the phone, packed her things, and left the office.

She really wanted to confide in someone. For so many years, Shen Yong had been busy with his work, and they'd hardly had a chance to sit down and have a proper talk. She'd begun to accept that life was like that; for the family, for the children, Shen Yong was working incredibly hard, and she completely understood. But when she saw those text messages yesterday, she almost collapsed. Everything she had believed in vanished instantly. A huge void filled her heart; she didn't know who she could trust anymore.

She didn't want to do anything rash and make things worse; that wasn't her style. All she wanted now was to confide in someone.

As she reached the building entrance, she saw Gu Zhiping carrying a briefcase walking in. A light immediately seemed to light up in her heart.

"Why did you just leave?"

Gu Zhiping asked her.

"It's nothing, I just had some work to finish, and it's getting late."

"Would you like to talk?"

Seeing his concerned gaze, Zhang Jianying nodded. They went to Gu Zhiping's office and closed the door.

She sat on the sofa, and Gu Zhiping poured her a glass of water, then pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her.

"Won't this take up your time?"

"Don't worry, I have time. Your matter is the most important."

She lowered her head somewhat shyly.

"It's about family, isn't it?"

Zhang Jianying nodded, her eyes welling up with tears, which had been held back all day. Gu Zhiping handed her a towel, which she took to wipe away her tears, but they wouldn't dry.

"Is it Lao Shen? He's having an affair..."

"How did you know?"

Zhang Jianying looked up at him.

"I could have guessed. In this society, I wouldn't be surprised by anything."

"What should I do?"

"What do you want to do? Stay together or get a divorce?"

"I don't know, my mind is too confused right now..."

"How did you know?"

Zhang Jianying gently shook her head and said, "I found out yesterday by secretly looking at his phone. I'm so stupid, they've been together for so long..."

"No, it's not that you're stupid, it's that you're too kind. You're a good woman, Jianying, it's Lao Shen who doesn't know how to cherish you."

"What should I do?" "

To be honest, I don't recommend you get a divorce now. Xiaoya is still young, she'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. If you bring the problem up now, it will definitely affect her emotions, and I think it could very well affect her future and even her whole life."

"That's what I think too."

Zhang Jianying wiped away her tears and said, "Even for Xiaoya's sake, I can't bring up divorce, at least not now. Maybe he'll change his mind..."

"I hope so, but will you forgive him then? Will you forget everything?"

Zhang Jianying didn't know how to answer. She hadn't thought about this question; right now, she only felt resentment towards Shen Yong. Even if he broke up with that woman later, who could guarantee he wouldn't have a second, a third… Forgiveness was easier said than done. That unresolved knot in her heart would forever remain with her.

"My suggestion is to wait until Xiaoya finishes her university entrance exams. It'll be soon, just over a year. Your feelings might be different then, and you might make a wiser decision."

Gu Zhiping's words made Zhang Jianying feel much better. What she wanted was this kind of calming conversation, a source of strength to support her. She nodded and smiled shyly.

"I'm silly, aren't I?"

"Of course not. You're a good woman, really."

She avoided his gaze, which held a light that made her feel uneasy.

"I should go back."

"I'll take you; it's getting dark."

They went downstairs and got into Gu Zhiping's car. The streets were brightly lit, and countless car lights formed a magnificent, colorful river of light, slowly moving forward. The ever-changing neon lights on both sides of the street attracted all sorts of people like winking beauties. The noise of people and cars was incessant.

"Times have changed, and people have changed too,"

Gu Zhiping said, seemingly to himself, yet also to Zhang Jianying.

"Sometimes I miss the past."

"Yes, but it's gone."

The car turned into the residential area, and the surroundings immediately darkened and quieted down, as if entering another world.

"Alright, take care of yourself, don't take it too seriously, life is sometimes like this,"

Gu Zhiping said, turning around after parking the car.

"Yeah, I know, thank you, Zhiping. I feel much better."

"Go to sleep early."

"You too, don't overwork yourself, go home early, there are people waiting for you."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then Gu Zhiping suddenly leaned over to kiss her. Zhang Jianying seemed to know this moment would come; she was a little flustered and uneasy, but she didn't pull away, simply closing her eyes and accepting his kiss. Gu Zhiping suddenly pulled her into a hug, kissing her face passionately, the force so intense it took her breath away.

"Jianying, I love you, I've always loved you..."

Gu Zhiping said, his hands kneading her breasts. She didn't struggle, only closing her eyes and feeling the powerful force pouring into her heart like a rushing river.

"Give it to me, okay..."

"Mmm,"

Zhang Jianying answered in the softest voice.

Gu Zhiping released her, drove the car to a secluded, dark spot behind the building, turned off the engine, and pulled her back into his arms, kissing and caressing her, as if releasing all the desire he'd accumulated over a decade. Before he had even fully unbuttoned her clothes, his hands impatiently slipped inside. Her police uniform was crumpled and disheveled, her full, soft breasts squeezed and grasped under his large hands.

He seemed unwilling to waste any more time, and began to undo her pants. Zhang Jianying also began to feel a surge of desire rising within her, her hands eagerly groping for Gu Zhiping's crotch, trying to unzip his pants. In the dimly lit car, they caressed each other's genitals, emitting short, heavy breaths.

Gu Zhiping finally touched the flower he had longed for for over a decade, its bud oozing a sticky fluid amidst the dark stirrings. He strained his entire body, his muscles stiffening. He tried to move Zhang Jianying's body, and she understood, turning and leaning over the seat. Gu Zhiping almost cried out as he looked at the snow-white buttocks beneath the police uniform. He pulled out his penis and thrust it in, but after only two thrusts, he couldn't help but ejaculate.

"Damn!"

he cursed, not without frustration.

"It's okay, it's okay. Maybe I was too nervous. Do you have any tissues?"

Zhang Jianying seemed to have sobered up a bit by then.

Gu Zhiping took a tissue box from the front, pulled out a tissue, and handed it to her. Zhang Jianying carefully wiped the semen off her vulva, then took another tissue and wiped herself repeatedly.

"Are you alright? I mean..."

"I'm fine, I should be fine, don't worry."

She comforted him, silently hoping he was alright as well.

"I'm sorry, Jianying, I was too..."

"Don't talk about this, I understand."

She pulled up her pants and continued to comfort him, "Let's just let this go, don't mention it again, okay? I don't want to ruin two families, even though mine is already broken."

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

"It's alright, really alright. It's not your fault, forget about it..."

Gu Zhiping wanted to say something more, but looking at her face, he swallowed it back.

"We should both go back, there are people waiting at home."

"Okay."

Gu Zhiping drove her back downstairs and drove away without saying anything more. Zhang Jianying watched the car drive away, feeling as if she had just woken up from a dream. She really didn't have any romantic feelings for Gu Zhiping, just a very good friend, but just ten minutes ago they had done it.

She knew she should have rejected him just now, just like she had rejected his advances before. But it all happened, and her thoughts were like a tangled mess of yarn, impossible to untangle. She didn't know what she was thinking. Was she seeking revenge for Shen Yong's infidelity, or was she simply yearning for a man's affection?

The events of the past two days had made her almost unrecognizable. Just yesterday, she was a woman with a happy family and marriage, but now she suddenly realized everything had changed: her husband had a lover, and she had slept with an old friend. What else could this be but a dream? But if it were a dream, that would be better; she feared she would never wake up.

She returned home without eating or speaking much, instead going to her room and lying in bed, lost in thought.

Xiaoya peeked out from the doorway, smiling, and said, "Mom, are you tired?"

"Yeah, a little. How's your homework going?"

Xiaoya walked over and leaned against her.

"Didn't you tell me to learn from Qiu Yu? I'll listen to you."

"That's good. I feel quite reassured with him helping you."

"Then, what if I like him?"

Zhang Jianying sat up, opened her eyes wide and looked at Xiaoya, suddenly realizing something.

"Really? So what Aunt Liu saw was you and him together?"

"Daughter wouldn't dare lie to you, yes."

"Fine, you haven't lied to me? Did you conspire with him to trick me? I was kept in the dark, letting you learn from him."

"Mom, don't get agitated. Listen to me, didn't you like him quite a bit? You even praised him for being mature, stable, and promising."

"I was just..."

"Actually, being with him is a good thing. He can not only help me with my studies but also teach me a lot in life. So it's a win-win situation."

"What are you thinking about all day? I really don't understand you young people."

"It's the 21st century already. I just ask that you understand us, don't be like Grandma."

"No matter what, your grades absolutely cannot drop. And I need to have a serious talk with Qiu Yu."

"Talk about what?"

"Of course, we'll talk about the two of you. If you can both guarantee your studies won't suffer, I won't object to your normal interactions as male and female classmates. However, if your studies do decline, I will immediately make you break up."

Zhang Jianying's words were very firm, and Xiaoya had no choice but to nod in agreement.

After Xiaoya left, Zhang Jianying couldn't sleep again. She had just discovered her husband's affair yesterday, and she hadn't known for a long time. Just now, she had a confused sexual encounter with her longtime friend. Now Xiaoya was telling her she had a boyfriend, and it was Qiu Yu, whom she had met yesterday. Life really is like a play, which had already started with fanfare before she was even mentally prepared. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on stage, and in the end, she might be a terrible actress. But the rule here is that once the show starts, you have to play until the end.

Xiaoya waited at the classroom door and saw Qiu Yu walking towards her from the corridor. She ran to him and stood beside him with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

"I told my mom, just like you told me to say."

"Really? What did she say?"

"She said she doesn't object to us dating, but she wants to have a serious talk with you."

"Talk about what?"

"Don't be afraid, my mom is a very nice person. She just wants to know more about you and makes sure you promise that neither of our grades will suffer."

"I know, I'm ready."

Qiu Yu smiled and kissed Xiao Ya on the cheek.

"Aren't you afraid someone will see?"

"A kiss won't be seen, I know what I'm doing. When will your mom talk to me?"

"Probably Saturday afternoon. She said we're both very busy during the week, so we'll talk after our tutoring classes on Saturday."

"Okay, then I'll wait."

A surge of excitement welled up inside Qiu Yu. He excitedly awaited this moment, wanting to see the woman who had captured his heart up close once more. But he absolutely couldn't let Xiao Ya see anything, because this was his own secret, a secret he couldn't tell anyone. Chapter 7

, April 24th : This is a high-end residential apartment area. The European-style villas, garden-like scenery, and luxury cars driving by all indicate the extraordinary status of the residents. Lin Songlan, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, standing out even more amidst the birdsong, fragrant flowers, and flowing streams of the sidewalks. She hadn't seen Mr. Ding since the incident. Miss Zhao had been home alone these past few days and hadn't shown her any unusual behavior. She tried asking Miss Zhao if she knew Mr. Ding had promised her a raise. Miss Zhao replied that it was up to Mr. Ding; everything and the money here belonged to him, and he could spend it however he wanted. Lin Songlan felt utterly worthless. If it were before, she would never have done this job again. Here, she was not only selling her physical labor, but her body and self-respect had also been taken away. But now she had no other choice. In this big city, it was too difficult for her to find a job with the same salary. Mr. Ding had been absolutely right. She was once a student at a prestigious university, possessing enviable assets and lofty, beautiful ideals. But after life played a cruel trick on her, everything was gone. She seemed to transform overnight from a promising young woman into a penniless middle-aged woman. She initially complained and struggled in pain, but as she slowly saw the coldness of human nature, her heart hardened. She would live on, no matter what. Mr. Ding stood smiling at the door, a smile that sent chills down Lin Songlan's spine. She hesitated, wondering whether to go in. "Ms. Zhao, has Ms. Zhao gone out?" Mr. Ding warmly grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. "Don't stand at the door talking. It's very impolite. Ms. Zhao went to Shanghai and will probably be back in a few days." "Then, then I think I'll come back in a few days." Saying this, she tried to leave, but Mr. Ding stopped her. "Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet. Although she's not here these past few days, and I don't come back often, this place still needs to be cleaned every day. Look at all this stuff, how can it not be cleaned properly? It'll just be a little easier than usual, with less laundry and cooking. But don't worry, the money won't be less." Mr. Ding smiled and placed his hand on Lin Songlan's shoulder, making her shiver. "I trust you completely. I'll give you the key here; you can come and clean it yourself. You can manage your own time, okay?" His tone was gentle and kind, but it sent a chill down Lin Songlan's spine. She knew that today she was going to sell herself again, exchanging withered flowers for three hundred yuan. "Then, I'll start working now." "No rush, no rush. You're a really good employee. Come on, sit on the sofa for a while, let's chat." Mr. Ding pulled her to sit on the sofa. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, as if she had committed an unforgivable mistake. Although she knew that the thing she least wanted to happen was about to happen, she was still restraining herself, forcing herself not to think about it. Mr. Ding began to unbutton her clothes, calmly unbuttoning them one by one. "No, please, Mr. Ding..." She felt ridiculous saying this; it was a pointless statement, and he wouldn't pay any attention to her. "Still shy? As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. You're not a little girl anymore, why are you still embarrassed? Last time was too rushed, I didn't have time to properly appreciate you. We have plenty of time today, don't be afraid, take your time." His words seeped into Lin Songlan's body like poison, as if hundreds of leeches were desperately burrowing into her flesh. She felt an indescribable discomfort, wanting to struggle, but she had no strength or courage to resist. She could only let those leeches enter her body and suck her blood.

Mr. Ding maintained a constant smile, elegant like a gentleman. He looked at Lin Songlan, a woman whose face was filled with timidity and fear, yet exuded a captivating charm that excited him. Although she seemed terrified, this only fueled his desire. He felt as if he had stumbled upon a priceless antique, his heart pounding with elation. He was certain he could manipulate her at will.

Lin Songlan's shirt was removed, revealing a white bra and smooth upper body. She instinctively covered her chest, bending over to try and conceal something.

"Don't be shy, come on, relax."

Mr. Ding gently stroked her back, unhooked the back of her bra, and slowly removed it from her shoulders. He easily removed her protective hands, and the bra was off, revealing a pair of high, perky breasts, shyly peeking out.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Lin's breasts to be so well-maintained, no less than Miss Zhao's."

He said, kneading them with his hands, the soft white flesh deforming and twisting under his teasing. Her cherry-like nipples, however, stood erect, seemingly trying to attract his attention. He laughed, squeezing her breasts and putting the playful nipple in his mouth. Lin Songlan controlled her emotions, watching his greedy expression, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance and resentment. Those breasts she had once been so proud of were now being wantonly played with by a hypocritical man, and she was powerless to stop it. She was a weakling, a weakling forgotten by society.

Mr. Ding straightened up, still smiling. He began to unzip her pants. She weakly tried to stop him, hoping for a miracle. But miracles never seem to happen to the weak. Her hand was removed, and that smiling face terrified her, as if a force was suppressing her body and mind, rendering her unable to act, even incapable of thinking.

"Come, lie down,"

he commanded gently. Lin Songlan couldn't remember how many times she had cleaned this large sofa, but she had never sat on it, let alone lay down on it. That was Miss Zhao's prerogative, and she had no right to it. But now she lay down, unexpectedly lying down under these circumstances. This sofa was practically a beautiful and comfortable fruit platter. And she was a cherry about to be swallowed, lying helplessly in the center of the platter. She couldn't feel the softness behind her, only her cold, trembling body, stiff and rigid.

Mr. Ding's smile was a possessive smile. It was a smile bestowed by the power he had to control everything.

He smoothly removed Lin Songlan's pants, without any resistance. Lin Songlan was finally naked, lying before him without a trace of flesh. He had once again proven his judgment to be correct.

Although her body was no longer young, it was fair and smooth, perhaps due to years of work, with little excess fat, instead exuding a healthy vitality. He laughed heartily, his eyes burning with lust, parted Lin Songlan's legs, and finally crossed the final line! Except for a patch of dark pubic hair, everything else was snow-white, like a black and white work of art. Her pubic hair was somewhat messy, but the alluring cleft was clearly visible, its secrets fully exposed under Mr. Ding's fingers.

Lin Songlan closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face. She couldn't believe she had fallen to this state, lying naked before a beast in human form, presenting her most private parts to him. That place, once reserved only for her beloved man, was now being violated at will. She felt she had lost all self-respect; her body was merely a tool to be exchanged for three hundred yuan. Was this life? Was this the life she had once longed for? She endured everything, but didn't know how much longer she would have to endure it.

Mr. Ding stripped naked, revealing his somewhat obese but strong physique. His erect penis, with its bulging, twisting veins, was like a ready-to-fire cannon, just waiting to aim at its target and fire. And that target was already before her, helplessly awaiting its destruction. Mr. Ding spread Lin Songlan's legs apart, his penis accurately entering her vagina.

"Ah, so good!"

The warm, narrow crevice gripped his penis tightly, making him exclaim involuntarily. Soon, love fluid was released, acting like lubricant, allowing him to enter and exit smoothly, enjoying wonderful pleasure without any pain.

"Mrs. Lin, do you know? The most wonderful thing in this world is the love between a man and a woman. You see, although you are very unwilling, you are still wet down there. What does that mean? It means it's instinct. Human instinct. You protect yourself from harm, and at the same time, I get pleasure. Hahaha..."

He lectured Lin Songlan in a kind and gentle tone like a professor, his laughter like a knife cutting into her flesh, digging into her heart. She covered her face and cried, trying to wash away this terrible memory with her tears.

Mr. Ding breathed heavily, his fat waist twisting incessantly. He hadn't been this excited in a long time.

Miss Zhao, although young and beautiful, charming and alluring. And he and she tried every imaginable pleasure. But even the best food can become tiresome. Of course, he wasn't idle outside either, but ever since he accidentally discovered Lin Songlan last time, he'd felt a strange excitement. Changing things up occasionally is very important; that's life.

Besides, this dish was different from others—cheap yet incredibly delicious.

After thrusting dozens of times, he closed Lin Songlan's legs, pressing them down to her chest, causing her vulva to arch upwards, her genitals squeezed together between her thighs, forming a thin slit. Mr. Ding forcefully thrust his penis in, continuing to pump. He loved this position. Although Lin Songlan couldn't move, her body was full of elasticity. Each time he pressed down, her body instinctively bounced upwards, and then when he pressed down again, it bounced back. His penis not only felt the tightness of her vagina but also experienced intense thrusting pleasure.

Lin Songlan's fluids were continuously drawn out with his movements, splashing onto her snow-white skin. She was completely under his control, unable to move. Her body was no longer her own, involuntarily rising and falling with his thrusts. His powerful penis relentlessly pounded into her, emptying her completely and stripping her of herself. To her shame, she felt pleasure amidst this humiliation, a sensation spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being. She desperately tried to suppress it, preventing the sensation from becoming too intense and causing her to cry out, but soon she did, a cry mingling with tears!

"Ah...ah..."

"So beautiful, Mrs. Lin. I never knew your voice was so captivating, hehe..."

Mr. Ding thrust even harder, his hard penis rapidly penetrating her vagina.

"Ah...oh...ah..."

Her cries grew louder and louder; she didn't know if she was crying or screaming. Lin Songlan's heart shattered completely. That damned, shameful pleasure had completely overwhelmed her, betraying her.

Mr. Ding roared, making a final, desperate struggle. He abruptly pulled out his penis and ejaculated his milky white semen onto her heaving belly. It was all over, but her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 8.

Qiu Yu saw Zhang Jianying standing outside a small shop near the school from afar. Her crisp, smart police uniform looked striking on her, accentuating her tall, voluptuous figure, shimmering with a captivating navy blue. The stiff epaulets bore two bars and two four-pointed stars. The silver cap badge reflected a dazzling light like a mirror on her brim. He suppressed his inner joy and walked over with Xiao Ya, smiling as he greeted her.

"Auntie, hello. We meet again."

"Hello, Qiu Yu."

"Are you working today?"

"Oh, I just went to the station for my shift. Qiu Yu, I want to have a good talk with you. Xiao Ya, you go home and do your homework."

"Don't scare Qiu Yu."

"Okay, don't worry."

Xiaoya rode off on her bike.

"Auntie, my home isn't far. We can chat as we walk. If you have time, you can come over to my house for a bit. My mother's gone to work, so I'm all alone."

"No need, it'll interfere with your studies."

"It's alright, don't worry, my studies won't fall behind so easily."

"I believe you. Okay, I'll come over for a while."

Zhang Jianying wanted to learn more about the boy her daughter liked; he certainly had a unique air about him. Not only was he handsome, but he was also generous and considerate in his speech and actions, like a very mature adult.

She was also curious about his family background, thinking that he must have received a good family education, perhaps his parents were intellectuals.

They quickly arrived at Qiu Yu's house. Zhang Jianying was somewhat surprised to find that this area consisted of old-fashioned apartment buildings, and Qiu Yu's house was in the last row. Judging from its appearance, it was at least twenty years old, and the last renovation was at least ten years ago. Many bicycles were parked in the small open space. Piles of broken cardboard boxes and dilapidated tables and chairs were stacked at the entrance. Only the two tall poplar trees across the street added a touch of vitality to this dilapidated place.

"I live on the fourth floor."

The dimly lit stairwell was piled high with residents' belongings, making the already cramped space even more crowded and cluttered.

"Auntie, please watch your step. These are all neighbors' things, but I'm used to it."

"Doesn't the neighborhood committee care?"

"They can't. They only come out when there's something important, like an inspection from higher authorities. You never see them otherwise."

Opening the door, the scene before her surprised Zhang Jianying. It was a very small two-bedroom apartment.

The simple layout seemed to have stepped back into the 1970s or 80s. The living room was small, but sunlight streamed in through the windows, making everything clearly visible. Under the window was an old-fashioned sofa and a small coffee table. A small refrigerator was tucked tightly against the corner, next to a small dining table and two stools. Although small and cramped, everything was neat and spotless.

"This is my room,"

Qiu Yu introduced. A bed, a small desk piled high with books, a chair, and a small wardrobe. In the innermost corner was a computer desk with a somewhat outdated computer on it.

"This is my mother's room."

"Where's your father?"

"I've never seen my father. He abandoned us before I was even born."

Qiu Yu lowered his head, his earlier excitement completely gone.

Zhang Jianying regretted her impulsiveness. She couldn't help but feel more sympathy and affection for the boy in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Auntie really didn't know your situation."

"It's alright, Auntie, you don't need to apologize. Besides, I've gotten used to it over the years. Please sit on the sofa for a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiu Yu took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a full glass.

"Thank you."

Zhang Jianying took the juice, took a sip, and placed it on the coffee table. She said to Qiu Yu, "Now let's talk about you and Xiaoya."

"Auntie, I know I shouldn't have lied to you at the parent-teacher conference. But I just couldn't bring myself to talk about our relationship. I didn't mean to hide anything."

"I know that, I understand. But you should focus on your studies; you'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. Actually, I don't object to normal interactions between male and female students." "

Thank you for your understanding."

"Don't thank me yet. I've already talked to Xiaoya, and she agreed. I hope you can help each other, especially with your studies."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely help her. She's actually a very good girl."

"I hope..."

Zhang Jianying felt a little tired. So much had happened these past few days that she felt exhausted and overwhelmed. Old Shen called yesterday saying he had to postpone his return because he had some business to attend to. She knew he was lying, but she held back. She hadn't slept well for almost a week. It wasn't her shift today, but Xiaofan had a date, so she had to cover for her. She had already started to feel drowsy while on duty, and now she felt that sleepiness desperately trying to break free of her body, taking away the last bit of energy she had left. She rubbed her temples vigorously.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired from work these days."

Saying this, she picked up her cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Where were we? Oh, right, I hope you can help her with her studies and be a good role model..."

She felt so tired that her eyelids involuntarily closed.

"Auntie, are you sick? Do you want to rest for a while?"

"No..."

Zhang Jianying waved her hand; at this point, she was too lazy to even speak, she just wanted to sleep. But she realized that this wasn't her home; she had to get up and go back to her own home to sleep. But she managed to stand up a little with all her might, only to sit heavily back down on the sofa.

"Auntie, let me help you lie down for a while."

"No..."

Before she could even wave her hand, she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the sleeping Zhang Jianying, Qiu Yu felt a surge of excitement. This was the moment he had longed for! In this quiet afternoon, the woman he had dreamed of day and night was sleeping soundly on his sofa, completely unaware of her presence!

He sat down beside Zhang Jianying, scrutinizing her face like he was looking at his prey. He wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time to do what he wanted.

He played with her hair, watching her fair and smooth face, alluring in the slanting sunlight. Long eyelashes were neatly arranged on her slightly closed eyelids. A few faint, almost imperceptible crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added a touch of maturity and sensuality to her captivating gaze.

Qiu Yu leaned over and kissed Zhang Jianying's lips. Although it was a cold kiss devoid of feeling, he was overjoyed, for it proved that he could now completely possess her. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and surprisingly, they were coated with a light, unscented lipstick! Qiu Yu imagined this beautiful woman posing seductively in front of the mirror, perhaps wearing a sexy nightgown, perhaps completely naked.

She looked incredibly beautiful sleeping in her police uniform; she was a beauty in herself, a truly mature beauty, and the dashing uniform only amplified her allure, making Qiu Yu lose control. He gently stroked her name tag, the numbers gleaming brightly on her prominent chest.

Qiu Yu placed his hands on Zhang Jianying's breasts, caressing them. If she were awake, Qiu Yu knew what the consequences would be. But now she slept soundly, and she wouldn't refuse his touch; she had no power to refuse. Although Qiu Yu was kneading Zhang Jianying's breasts through her uniform, the soft texture had already traveled to his heart through his hands. His heart leaped with joy; these full fruits, which he had longed for, were now entirely under his caresses.

He stood up from the sofa and carefully, as if moving a valuable object, laid Zhang Jianying's slender, voluptuous body across it. Now, Zhang Jianying looked more like his experimental subject. Qiu Yu only unbuttoned the bottom button of her blouse, lifting the two corners open, and reached out to caress her slightly protruding belly. He looked up at her; she was breathing evenly and soundly asleep, as if having a sweet dream.

Qiu Yu made his move, trying to suppress the trembling of his hands from excessive excitement. Finally… he succeeded! He unbuttoned Zhang Jianying's pants like peeling a banana, and slowly and carefully pulled them down! She was wearing a pair of pinkish-white cotton lace panties! Qiu Yu almost shouted. He cleared his dry throat, his eyes fixed on the dark mound. He composed himself, knowing clearly that this gift before him was about to be fully opened; it almost completely belonged to him.

He lifted the top of the panties and peered inside. He swallowed hard, his eyes widening. Hidden in Zhang Jianying's most secret place was a vast expanse of lush, dark grass! She must have carefully tended it, otherwise it wouldn't be so abundant and verdant. And only fertile soil could produce such alluring grass. Qiu Yu reached in and finally touched Zhang Jianying's pubic hair! The fine, soft pubic hair nestled between his fingers, accepting his caress. He didn't want to pull his hand away; he just wanted to touch it, love it, let it become one with his hand. He moved slightly downwards and touched the delicate clitoris, her most core and most secret part! He couldn't believe he had obtained what he wanted so easily; it was all under his control. The warm, moist labia, like delicate flower petals, opened in the shadows, emitting an intoxicating fragrance from the hidden thicket of hair.

Qiu Yu remembered something, stood up, took out his digital camera from the drawer, and returned to Zhang Jianying's side.

She was still asleep, soundly asleep, completely unaware. Qiu Yu started taking pictures of her, recklessly pressing the shutter...

Zhang Jianying woke up, groggily opening her eyes and slowly making out her surroundings. This wasn't her home, and she felt a little panicked. She didn't know how long she had slept, only that she was very tired and sleepy. She looked at her watch; more than two hours had passed! She struggled to sit up and saw Qiu Yu doing his homework in her room, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She had come to talk to Qiu Yu, but she had fallen asleep on his sofa.

She subconsciously checked her clothes, finding nothing amiss, then smoothed her hair and stood up.

"Auntie, you're awake? Are you alright?"

Qiu Yu asked, looking both excited and worried.

"I'm sorry, I was too tired and fell asleep. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, I know you're a policeman and usually very busy. It's just... I have to apologize to you." "

What is it?"

"I moved you to the sofa without your permission."

His tone was full of apology.

Zhang Jianying's face flushed slightly, and she was momentarily speechless. "Yes, it's my fault... I'm sorry for sleeping here. I should go."

"Are you really alright?"

"Thank you, Qiu Yu, I'm fine. But, Auntie would like to ask you not to tell Xiaoya, okay?"

"Don't worry at all, Auntie. This is our secret, nobody knows."

Qiu Yu escorted Zhang Jianying downstairs and watched her get on her bike and leave.

Zhang Jianying turned past the buildings and brushed past Lin Songlan, who was walking towards her.

Chapter 9

"Xiao Yu."

Lin Songlan opened the door and called to Qiu Yu.

"Mom, you're back. Are you tired?"

Qiu Yu took the schoolbag from her hand, poured her a glass of water, and massaged her shoulders. Lin Songlan drank the water and closed her eyes to calm herself down.

"Mom, you look very tired. Why don't you rest for a few days?"

"How can I? If I rest, I'll lose my job."

"You work so hard every day, only getting Sundays off. I'm afraid that if this goes on for too long, your health will suffer."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu. Mom can handle it. This little bit of tiredness is nothing."

"I really want to quit school and go work to earn money so you can stay at home."

"Don't talk nonsense. These days, even graduating from high school or university doesn't guarantee a job. You must focus on your studies. If you really care about me, you must get into a good university and make me proud."

"Mom, don't worry. I will definitely get into a good university."

"I believe you."

"You rest first, I'll go cook."

Lin Songlan watched Qiu Yu walk into the kitchen, sighed softly, and wiped away the tears that were about to fall. As soon as

Zhang

Jianying entered the door, Xiaoya ran over and pulled her to the sofa, anxiously asking, "Mom, why did you take so long? What did you talk about with Qiu Yu?"

"Oh, we were just talking about you two. Later, I had to take care of some things elsewhere, so I came back a little late." "

And what was the result?"

"Well, he agreed to help you and it won't affect your studies."

"So you won't object?"

"I just said that if you go beyond the normal circle of friends, it's not allowed. I don't object to normal interactions, the most important thing is your studies..."

"I know, I'll study, study, and study some more. You need motivation to study. You know, Qiu Yu keeps telling me that my dad is often not home, and that I should help you with more things when I'm home, to share some of your burden. And don't talk back to Grandma."

"It seems his words are more effective than mine?"

"Mom, I always listen to you."

Zhang Jianying stroked Xiaoya's hair and said, "I know, you're a good girl. I just found out that Qiu Yu's family is so poor, and his background is very pitiful."

"Well, only Teacher Tang and I know about him. Actually, they came from out of town. His mother goes to the hospital every day to take care

of him, and then works part-time. It's very tiring. But Qiu Yu is such a good student and so sensible. It's really not easy. That's why I like him." "He is indeed a very good kid, very rare. Actually, I feel very at ease with you being with him. You

can learn a lot of useful things from him

, which will be very helpful to you."

"I knew you would agree." " Little

girl , but you must remember what you should and shouldn't do." "I understand." Zhang Jianying affectionately tapped Xiaoya's head. ********** ... She found herself quite amusing; she'd gone to resolve her daughter's issue, but ended up falling asleep first. Thank goodness it was Qiu Yu; if it had been anyone else, they would have immediately told Xiaoya, making her lose face. Lost in thought, she drifted off to sleep. This was the first good night's sleep she'd had in days.

She had a dream. She dreamt she entered her bedroom and saw Shen Yong and a woman whose face she couldn't see, naked, making love on the bed. She was stunned and rushed over to separate them. But they were holding each other very tightly, and all her strength was in vain. Xiao Ya, meanwhile, was laughing and jumping around, cheering her on. Finally, she managed to separate them, and the woman quickly disappeared. She realized she was naked too, so she hugged Shen Yong and inserted his erect penis into her vagina. She excitedly made love to him, screaming loudly. She felt like her whole body was about to fly. But when she looked down at Shen Yong, she suddenly realized that it was Qiu Yu beneath her! She was mortified, but she didn't want to stop, continuing to move her body excitedly, screaming loudly. Until Qiu Yu ejaculated inside her.

Zhang Jianying woke up just as dawn was breaking. The dream still made her blush and her heart race.

She had many sexual dreams, but today's dream made her feel both pleasure and embarrassment. She reached down and touched her genitals; they were already wet. She grabbed a tissue to wipe herself clean, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. She finally got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Chapter 10

Ever since that absurd encounter with Gu Zhiping, Zhang Jianying had been intentionally avoiding him. Even if she saw him while buying food in the cafeteria, she would avoid him, not wanting to make things awkward for both of them. After all, no one could easily erase something like that from their mind. Gu Zhiping, being quite tactful, didn't greet her; he only glanced at her from afar as she walked by.

"Sister Zhang, I'm pregnant,"

Xiaofan said to Zhang Jianying with a joyful expression.

Zhang Jianying was startled and stared wide-eyed at her, asking, "You're pregnant?"

"What? I finally found a wallet!"

"A wallet? What wallet?"

"The one I told you about last time, the white-collar worker someone introduced me to. Pretty good, rich, has a car and a house, lacks nothing." "

The only thing missing is you, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're right. I'll test him a bit more before making a decision."

"Hey Xiaofan, what about Zhao Ming? Is it over?"

"Him? Just wait and see. Sooner or later, some silly girl will come to him."

"I think you're the silliest one. You'll understand later, money and love have nothing to do with each other."

"I know that now. But what's the point of love without money? It's just empty words. Besides, who can guarantee that Zhao Ming and I are a good match? It's just wishful thinking on his part."

"I know. But you'll regret putting money before love sooner or later."

"Even if I regret it, I've enjoyed it first. I can't have it both ways, can I? That would be too greedy."

Zhang Jianying shook her head, unable to say whether she was greedy or not. Young people these days really think a thousand miles a day. Just then, her phone rang, another text message.

She opened her email; it was a message with only a number, no name.

"Auntie, I want to talk to you. Qiu Yu."

"How does he know my number? Xiaoya must have told him."

Zhang Jianying thought, wondering what he wanted to talk to him about.

"Okay, when?"

The message came back quickly.

"After you get off work this afternoon, I'll wait for you at Xinyi Plaza. Please don't tell Xiaoya."

"Sister Zhang, do you have a lover outside?"

Xiaofan said with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you think everyone is as despicable as you?"

"What do you mean by despicable? Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a lover. Being alone isn't easy."

"Alright, are you ever going to stop? Besides sex, you have nothing else to say."

"Isn't life all about sex? If you don't even have that, what's the point of living?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore. You've completely fallen, infiltrating the police force."

Zhang Jianying lowered her head and stopped talking. Perhaps Xiaofan's words suddenly reminded her of last night's sexual dream, and she felt a blush creep up her face. That dream was still vivid in her mind, and she could even feel the sensation. But she had to forget that feeling as soon as possible, otherwise she wouldn't be able to see Qiu Yu.

The New Ideas Plaza was bustling with people. Although it was nearing evening, people were still coming and going. The plaza was surrounded by densely packed shops, restaurants, bars, and cinemas, with colorful billboards and posters covering all the walls and rooftops. It seemed there was no loneliness here, only endless noise and excitement.

Zhang Jianying saw Qiu Yu, dressed in a conspicuous school uniform, standing beneath a stone sculpture symbolizing the goddess of harvest, seemingly out of place in this restless environment.

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"Hello, Qiu Yu."

"Hello, Auntie."

He was always so polite, a bright smile on his young and energetic face.

"What do you need me for? You're being so mysterious. Don't tell Xiaoya."

"Let's talk over there."

Qiu Yu pointed to a nearby ice cream shop. They went inside and sat down at a small table against the wall, each ordering a glass of orange juice.

"Won't this interfere with your studies?"

Zhang Jianying sipped the orange juice through the straw, the orange liquid rising like a thermometer as it entered her mouth.

"No, you don't need to worry about my studies. I'll manage my time well." "

I'm relieved. Qiu Yu, to be honest, you really impress me. It's rare to see a child like you these days."

"Actually, there are many, but you just haven't seen them."

"I'm not trying to flatter you. It's just the truth. Nowadays, most children are only children, and they're all spoiled. Some kids can't even tie their shoelaces by high school."

"Really? That's outrageous."

"Of course it's true, it's what the newspapers said. I even saw a report yesterday that said..."

She suddenly realized she had said too much and stopped. "What did you want to see me about?"

"Auntie."

Qiu Yu looked at her, paused, and said, "Actually, I'm quite worried about you."

"Worried about me? Worried about what?"

"To be honest, when I saw you that day, I noticed you didn't seem to be in good spirits, you looked very tired. You looked much more haggard than when I first saw you. Later, you fell asleep at my house, and I really didn't know what to do. You looked so pitiful and worried me a lot."

Zhang Jianying was stunned by his words and didn't know how to answer. These words sounded a bit abrupt, as if he shouldn't have said them. But looking into his sincere eyes, she felt a surge of emotion.

"Oh, Qiu Yu, you're overthinking it. It's nothing, I've just been busy with work lately and haven't had time to rest properly. It'll be fine once this period passes."

She smiled at him, as if asking if he was satisfied with her answer.

"Auntie, I asked Xiaoya. She said her father is often away from home, and besides cooking and grocery shopping, Grandma basically relies on you for most of the household chores."

"Why is this child saying all this? But I also want to thank you, Qiu Yu. Xiaoya told me everything you taught her. To be honest, with you helping Xiaoya, I'm really at ease."

"And you?"

"Me? I'm fine, this is life. You'll understand when you grow up. Life forces you to face many things you don't want to face."

"I already understand."

Qiu Yu's previously bright and cheerful face suddenly darkened. Zhang Jianying felt a pang in her heart.

"Can you tell me about your story? If you want to."

Qiu Yu took a sip of orange juice and slowly said, "My mother and I came from another place. I've never met my father since I was little. Every time I played with other children, they called me a bastard. I didn't understand, so I asked my mother. My mother is a strong woman, and she told me, 'You're not a bastard, you're my son.' Later, when I grew older, she told me that my father abandoned us and went abroad before I was even born. He said he couldn't live with my mother in that small place forever; he had other things to do." A grand ideal.

Actually, my mother also graduated from a prestigious university in this city. But she was later assigned back to her hometown. From that time on, I vowed to make something of myself, to achieve something great, and to give my mother a good life.

Because, ever since she gave birth to me, everyone—relatives, friends, even my maternal grandparents—has distanced themselves from her, even disliked her. She couldn't even keep her good job anymore. Sometimes I wake up at night and hear her crying softly.”

Zhang Jianying wanted to say something, but felt something stuck in her chest, preventing her from speaking; she only felt a lump in her throat. She finally understood where Qiu Yu's resilience and maturity came from.

"So that I could receive a good education, a year ago my mother took me here with all her savings and asked an old friend to arrange for me to attend school. She works as a caregiver and hourly worker every day, coming home very late. I always tell myself that I must work hard and make those who once looked down on us feel ashamed and regretful for their actions!"

"I believe in you, Qiu Yu. You will succeed. I believe in you."

The boy in front of her had experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships far too early, but he bravely stood up and took a big step forward with his head held high. His not-so-tall figure was as imposing as a real man, and Zhang Jianying couldn't help but secretly admire his courage.

"Auntie, I know you still see me as a child..."

"No, Qiu Yu, I think you are a real man. What you have done is something many adults cannot do. Believe me, I am telling the truth."

"I believe you. That's why I'm very worried about Xiao Ya, and I don't want her life to be like mine."

Zhang Jianying suddenly froze, those words almost knocking her senses out like a hammer blow.

"What do you mean? What did Xiaoya say to you?"

Qiu Yu looked at her seriously and said, "Xiaoya didn't say anything to me, Auntie. I just thought it myself. If I'm not mistaken..."

He didn't finish his sentence, staring intently at Zhang Jianying.

Zhang Jianying controlled her emotions and said calmly, "Qiu Yu, you're mistaken. My relationship with my partner is very good, there are no problems." "

Really? But I didn't say there were problems between you and your partner?"

Zhang Jianying immediately realized she had made a foolish mistake and panicked, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"I think I should go."

She stood up to leave.

"Auntie, please let me share your pain."

"I said I'm not in pain, I'm fine!"

She almost shouted. She knew that if she didn't leave, things would get out of hand.

"No matter what, if you want someone to share your pain, I'll always be here."

Zhang Jianying ran out, bumping into people around her from time to time. She blamed herself for being so stupid, for falling for his trick. She had exposed her vulnerable heart, making herself look foolish and embarrassed. She knew Qiu Yu was mature, but she didn't want to confide her inner pain to him. It was impossible; after all, he was still a child in age, not someone who could understand or comfort her. If that were the case, life would be utterly ridiculous.

************

She thought about this all night; Qiu Yu's image kept appearing in her mind. She tried to forget what happened that afternoon, but her mind was like a broken light switch, constantly shining, making her restless.

"Sister Zhang, are you alright? You've been so distracted these past few days. Have you really found someone else?"

Xiao Fan stared with gossipy eyes, seemingly trying to get something exciting from Zhang Jianying.

"Why are you always talking nonsense? I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, I'm a bit neurasthenic."

"Is it your period? Or early menopause?"

"Can't you say anything nice, you little brat?"

"I'm just concerned about you. I'm going to eat, do you want me to buy you something?"

"Okay, consider it making up for it."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, you can buy whatever you want."

"Okay."

Xiaofan took the two lunchboxes and went out. Zhang Jianying stood up and walked to the window to look outside. Several lush locust trees in the yard blocked the midday sun like parasols, their verdant leaves reflecting dappled sunlight. Their thick trunks stood like pillars around the yard. Occasionally, birdsong could be heard from deep within the foliage, adding a touch of charm to the otherwise serious courtyard. The colleagues, carrying their lunchboxes, chatted and laughed as they walked towards the canteen. Gu Zhiping and several criminal police officers walked and talked, seemingly assigning tasks. She hadn't spoken to him for a while; he still seemed so busy.

Her phone rang; a text message had arrived.

"Auntie, are you alright? I apologize for my rudeness and impoliteness yesterday. I'm so sorry."

Zhang Jianying smiled. This child always seemed to be thinking of others, and always so thoughtful and considerate.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

She sent the message, then remembered something and wrote another.

"You don't need to apologize. You're a very good child, and your mother will be very proud of you."

Just as she sent the message, she received Qiu Yu's reply.

"You're welcome. We all need care; only then can we have the courage to face all difficulties, right?"

Zhang Jianying's hand holding the phone trembled slightly; her heart was touched by something inexplicable.

"Yes, I agree."

She wanted to write something more, but then thought better of it and sent it.

A text message quickly returned.

"Okay, I'll check on your mood often; don't make me worry too much."

Zhang Jianying smiled at the smiling face; she was touched by his cuteness and sincerity.

"Mind your own business, you're not my class monitor."

After sending the message, she suddenly regretted it, realizing her behavior was somewhat inappropriate. Just then, Xiaofan returned with the lunch she had bought and placed a box in front of her.

"Eat up, Sister Zhang, have some more. It's on me."

"What's wrong? Did you really find a wallet?"

Zhang Jianying opened the lunchbox, picked up a spoon, and took a big bite. "I'm actually a bit hungry."

"You found it. It's the one I told you about last time."

Xiaofan, her mouth stuffed full of food, said with bulging cheeks, "You're really good to me, willing to spend money to buy happiness. I'm willing to exchange happiness for money."

"You know, happiness isn't money..."

"Alright, alright, Sister Zhang, since I treated you to lunch, don't lecture me."

"Fine, you think you can shut me up and bribe me with just one lunch? You're too calculating."

"No, it's just temporary. As long as you let me finish this meal properly, I'll do whatever you say later."

Xiaofan continued to put food in her mouth, looking up at Zhang Jianying. "Wait a minute, Sister Zhang, you looked so troubled when I left. How come you're all smiles now?"

"You really shouldn't be a police officer; you should be a paparazzi."

"They're pretty much the same—you both want to know other people's secrets. The difference is, police officers protect the people. Paparazzi entertain the people."

"I'm speechless." "

Oh, right, I ran into Director Gu earlier. He asked how you've been. I said you're fine, just a little neurasthenic."

"I know."

Zhang Jianying glanced at her phone on the table; no messages had come in.

"Hey! What are you laughing about all by yourself?"

Xiaoya ran over and playfully hit Qiu Yu, who was sitting under the basketball hoop, from behind.

"Nothing, just thinking life is actually pretty good."

"Of course, life is always good."

Xiaoya smiled, her beautiful face blooming like a flower in the sunlight, bathed in a golden glow.

"That's your life, not mine."

"I know, Qiu Yu."

Xiaoya's smile faded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, don't worry, I know you didn't mean to. By the way, how's your mother lately? Is she feeling alright?"

"She's fine, but I just feel like she has a lot on her mind lately. She won't say anything, and sometimes I worry about her."

"Actually, there are too many things in the adult world that we can't understand, and even if we did, we couldn't really help. The best thing is to do well in your studies; that's how you share their burden."

"You talk like my mom."

"Because she told me to take good care of you, and if you misbehave

, she'll spank you." "Ugh, you made that up. There was no spanking."

"Yes, I made up the second half. So, will you be obedient?"

"Yes, I'll listen to you..."

Xiaoya looked at Qiu Yu with tender eyes. He made her happy, but also filled her with awe. Actually, many times she realized that Qiu Yu treated her more like an elder than a boyfriend. Many times she wanted to get closer to him, but Qiu Yu always politely refused, making her hesitant to be overly enthusiastic. He hadn't touched her since the last time he did. He spent most of his time educating her and urging her to study hard. Sometimes she wondered if this was a gesture Qiu Yu was forced to make to avoid others discovering their relationship.

Chapter 11

Sure enough, Qiu Yu would send Zhang Jianying a text message every day to "check" on her mood. Checking text messages had become a regular part of her lunch break. At first, she found it somewhat ridiculous, or rather, a joke, but gradually she would wait for her phone to ring at that exact moment. It was like training a dog; if you feed it meat at the same time every day, and one day you don't, it will drool and long for the meat. Of course, the meat would be placed in front of her on time, neither early nor late. Moreover, Zhang Jianying also started receiving his text messages at night.

"What are you doing now?"

"Lying in bed reading. What are you doing?"

She seemed unaware that their relationship had unknowingly become like that of very close friends.

"I was wondering what you were doing."

"That's a clever answer. Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Still studying, might go to bed a little later."

"Don't stay up too late, you have class tomorrow."

"Thank you for your concern. I wasn't motivated just now, but now I'm full of energy!" "

Don't be too energetic, I don't want you to have trouble sleeping later."

"No, I'll fall asleep as soon as I lie down. I even dreamed about you."

"Really? What did you dream about me about?"

"I can't say, it's a secret."

"Okay, I have a secret I won't tell you either."

Soon, Qiu Yu called.

"Hello, why are you calling?"

Zhang Jianying picked up the phone and lowered her voice.

"I want to hear your voice."

"What's so great about my voice? You should go study and then go to sleep."

"I want to know what secrets you have."

"Secrets are things you can't tell others, that's why they're called secrets. Don't you have one too? Why don't you tell me? It's unfair that you have to tell me."

"Maybe I'll tell you later, not now."

"Me too. Go study now, don't waste time. Text me tomorrow."

"Okay, Auntie, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Zhang Jianying didn't notice the change in his words and tone. Because everything was slowly changing, like a decayed tooth.

She started to get used to receiving his texts and greetings, always feeling inexplicably nervous or expectant as the moment approached. She vaguely sensed her abnormal emotions, but always let it pass without much thought. Because what she longed for more was the sound of his phone ringing, the voice that would touch her heart.

But Qiu Yu hadn't contacted her at noon today, making her uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, she didn't call him to ask. When Zhang Jianying got home in the afternoon, she asked Xiaoya about her studies and then took the opportunity to ask how Qiu Yu was doing and whether they had spoken that day.

"He seemed very tired today. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he stayed up too late studying yesterday."

Lying in bed, she kept thinking about calling Qiu Yu, and finally, she picked up her phone.

"Hello, Qiu Yu, are you alright?"

"Auntie, hello."

Qiu Yu immediately perked up when he heard her voice.

"I heard from Xiaoya that you seemed unwell. Are you sick?"

"No, just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then get some rest early today. Don't stay up too late."

"I will. Thank you for calling."

"It's nothing. I just wanted to know you were alright to put my mind at ease."

"Auntie, were you busy at work today?"

"It was alright, about the same every day. How about you?"

"Actually, I really missed you today..."

"..."

"Are you still listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening..."

"Did you miss me?"

The weak question stung Zhang Jianying like a needle.

"..."

"Did you miss me?"

"..."

"Auntie..."

"Hmm?"

"Did you miss me or not?"

"Qiu Yu, you should go to sleep..."

She felt her face burning, and regretted making the call so rashly. The "cavity" began to ache very slightly, but even this tiny sensation was enough to make her heart tremble.

"Okay, Auntie, you should rest early too. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Okay, I know. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianying's heart was still pounding. This feeling had appeared a long, long time ago, when she was young, about Xiaoya's age. But now, this feeling suddenly resurfaced, and she couldn't believe it herself. She wondered if this wasn't a dream, a hazy dream.

She tried hard not to think about that face, so distant yet seemingly so close. In the struggle between reason and desire, that face became clearer and clearer, more and more real. Her hand reached between her legs, searching for primal pleasure in the thicket of hair. She found it easily and grasped it in her hand. Under her touch, that primal pleasure awakened, gradually spreading and enveloping her entire body. She trembled, welcoming the arrival of pleasure like parched land welcoming rain. The rain arrived

quietly, nourishing this fertile land, then gathering into a babbling brook that flowed down to the valley to irrigate the vibrant daisy. If the previous sexual dream had embarrassed Zhang Jianying, this time it didn't. She kept thinking about Qiu Yu, his appearance, his eyes, his smile.

Her hand moved, moving under Qiu Yu's gaze! She felt stimulated, a stimulation like a chain reaction that made her unable to control herself, unable to stop. She didn't want to stop either; that handsome face seemed to give her endless passion and encouragement, pushing her forward without restraint. She moaned, releasing all the pleasure within her.

Zhang Jianying grew bolder. In her own world, in that territory where everything was under her control, she stripped him of his clothes, letting his young, muscular naked body lie on top of her. She kissed him, caressing his proud, erect penis—it was truly full of power! Like a leaping, fiery flame! She let that fire enter her body, letting her undulating form burn with it.

She cried and sang joyfully, sublimating in the flames, flying towards the vast sky…

In the morning, Zhang Jianying woke up, a faint smile still on her lips. The physical satisfaction made her both excited and ashamed, but her heart was joyful.

At noon, she received Qiu Yu's text message on time.

"Auntie, did you sleep well last night?"

Her face flushed with a faint smile.

"Very good. How about you? Did you go to bed early?"

"I went to bed early, and I'm very energetic today."

"Good boy, here's a little red flower for you."

"I don't want a little red flower, I want a little chrysanthemum."

"What little chrysanthemum?"

"I like little chrysanthemums."

"Okay, as long as you're good, Auntie will reward you with a little chrysanthemum."

"Really? You're not lying?"

"I'm not lying!"

Chapter 12

Shen Yong, as usual, returned home and was looking at the documents in his hands, seemingly always working. His tightly furrowed brows seemed to tell others not to approach him at this time, because he was doing the most important work for this family.

Zhang Jianying didn't greet him as usual, but went straight into the kitchen to help her mother-in-law cook. This was the first time he had come home since she learned about Shen Yong's situation. She wasn't ready to face him nonchalantly, or perhaps she simply didn't want to see him.

"Jianying, Jianying."

Shen Yong called her name.

"Shen Yong is calling you. I can manage here by myself."

Her mother-in-law urged her.

Zhang Jianying walked out of the kitchen and stood at the door of the living room. The man she once loved was now looking at her with a bright smile.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy? Are you too tired from work?"

He beckoned her over.

She went over and sat opposite him, her usual excitement gone.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

"I told you not to go to work, but you wouldn't. I offered to buy you a car, but you insisted on riding your bicycle to work."

"I like going to work, and I like riding my bike."

"But aren't you tired?"

"Who said I'm tired? Besides, even if I am tired, I'm willing to."

Zhang Jianying didn't look at him, but crossed her arms and looked straight ahead. Shen Yong came over and put his hand on her shoulder, asking gently, "Did you have a fight with your colleagues? Or did you have a conflict with Mom?"

"No, I'm just having a fight with myself. I feel uncomfortable with myself."

"Do you want to talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm going to help Mom cook."

She stood up and went back into the kitchen. Shen Yong shook his head, watching her retreating figure. Women are like that; you never know when they'll lose their temper. Like a volcano, they have to unleash all their energy, but once it erupts, you realize it was just a tiny speck, like his young lover.

But thankfully, Jianying didn't need the same coaxing. After all, they were an old married couple. At most, she'd complain about him not being home often, but after a period of gentle persuasion, everything would be fine. So, you don't need to be too patient with your wife; she's like a puppy, she'll eventually come running back to you. A lover, on the other hand, is like a kitten, requiring careful nurturing, otherwise she'll ignore you or cause a huge scene.

During dinner, Shen Yong considerately put food in Zhang Jianying's bowl, prompting Xiaoya to protest incessantly.

"I haven't eaten yet, and all the food has gone into my mom's bowl,"

Zhang Jianying said expressionlessly, emptying the bowl for Xiaoya and going to eat something else.

That night, lying in bed, Shen Yong stopped looking at his documents and watched Zhang Jianying moving back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom. Although her tall figure remained slender, compared to her youthful and pretty body, she lacked a youthful vitality and vigor, replaced by a mature allure.

He used to adore her body, making love to her almost daily, trying every position, knowing every inch of her skin intimately. But perhaps it was too much familiarity that gradually waned his interest. He then realized that in matters of sex, what he truly desired was simply a fresh, naked body. He loved her, but that didn't mean he could only have her as a woman for life. Although she wasn't his first woman, she wouldn't be his last. And so, his mistress naturally appeared at this time.

This was an utterly ordinary occurrence in modern society.

If it hadn't happened, it would have been incredibly unusual. But he still loved Zhang Jianying, loved his family. His mistress, besides providing him with physical satisfaction, also gave him a sense of social status—that he was a wealthy, successful man who could afford to keep a mistress.

"Jianying, come here."

Zhang Jianying finished washing up and lay down on the bed in loose pajamas. Shen Yong turned over and caressed her breasts.

"How about we do it tonight? We haven't done it in a long time. Last time you wanted to..."

"Last time is last time, I don't want to do it now."

"No, I've been preparing for this moment for half a month."

Shen Yong's hand reached into her pajama bottoms, touching the soft pubic hair.

"Oh? How did you prepare?"

Zhang Jianying glanced at him sideways, knowing he was saying something even he didn't believe. He must have been preparing in that woman's bed for the past half month. And now he was touching her with the same hand that had played with that woman's genitals, and she felt disgusted.

"Exercising, squats, push-ups, so I could have a good performance in front of you."

Shen Yong's hand slipped into her vulva, stirring inside. She grabbed his hand and looked at him: "I said I don't want to do it today. I'm not in the mood."

"You'll be in the mood after doing it once. Besides, I haven't been home to see you in a long time."

He laughed, and without saying a word, pulled down her pajama bottoms, forcefully spread her legs, and bent down to lick her vulva. It had just been washed, and still smelled of bath gel, very tempting. Shen Yong seemed suddenly aroused, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to lick and suck there.

"I told you, I don't want to... ah..."

An uncontrollable pleasure immediately rushed to Zhang Jianying's brain, while there were two opposing messages simultaneously: rejection and acceptance. She twisted her lower body, not knowing whether she was resisting or enjoying it. She only felt her body trembling, her heart calling for him not to stop.

"Ah... ah..."

Just then, her phone rang. She reached for her phone and turned it on: "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Her mind was hazy, and she didn't want to do anything else, so she turned off the phone.

Water flowed out, gushing out under Shen Yong's teasing tongue. She could no longer control herself. If there had been some struggle in her heart before, now she had completely given up and was even responding. She just wanted his erect penis to quickly penetrate her body.

"Come in... I want... ah..."

she moaned, pleading.

Shen Yong's glans was large and round, gleaming under the light. His erect penis, like a warrior poised for battle, was ready to charge. He took a condom from the drawer, tore it open, and his thick cock nearly burst it. He easily penetrated her, and after a long period of indifference, he finally felt the grip of Zhang Jianying's vagina again. A sense of novelty washed over him, not the novelty of unfamiliar flesh, but the novelty of a long-awaited reunion.

He excitedly thrust into her, pumping his powerful cock in and out. He knew she would orgasm, and that she would be very wet during an orgasm. He also knew where her sensitive spots were and roughly when she would climax. Sure enough, Jianying hadn't changed; just like before, she climaxed at the right moment, her face contorted with excitement as she moaned, her whole body trembling. So beautiful! She was still so alluring to him, in bed, at this moment.

And he didn't let Zhang Jianying stop to catch her breath, but continued to stimulate her with his cock, letting the pleasure surge over her like waves. He wanted to show her with his actions that he was still her husband, that he was the best! Although he had already exhausted much of his energy on Amei's body these past few days, he still maintained his stamina for the final sprint. He finished, and did it perfectly. Zhang Jianying trembled with excitement beneath him, lost in a blissful state from which she could not escape.

When she woke up in the morning, Zhang Jianying found herself only wearing her pajamas, her lower body still naked. Last night's lovemaking had given her a truly long-awaited pleasure. But now, after waking up, she began to blame herself, feeling that she had betrayed herself. Instead of condemning Shen Yong's betrayal, she had used her body to exchange for fleeting pleasure.

She suddenly remembered that Qiu Yu had sent her a text message last night. She hurriedly grabbed her phone and opened it to check, finding four messages she hadn't read.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Why didn't you reply?"

"Are you asleep? Are you tired?"

"I miss you..."

"I really want to say something to you now, I miss you... Goodnight."

Her eyes were a little wet. She deleted all the messages, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Shen Yong had finished his breakfast and was sitting on the sofa, neatly dressed, reading the newspaper. Zhang Jianying walked past him without him even looking up.

Zhang Jianying sat at the dining table, having no appetite. She looked at Shen Yong, feeling very awkward.

"I want to talk to you, Shen Yong."

"Okay, let's talk."

He still didn't look up.

"Can you put down the newspaper and listen to me?"

"Go ahead, I can hear you."

Zhang Jianying was getting impatient. She quickly walked over, snatched the newspaper, and slammed it hard on the coffee table, startling Shen Yong.

"What's wrong with you? You were fine yesterday."

Shen Yong looked at her angry face in surprise.

"Yesterday? I haven't been feeling well every day, you know? I haven't been feeling well since you left!"

"What's wrong with you now? You're looking for trouble as soon as you wake up this morning." "

What? Shen Yong, you need to have some conscience. What trouble have I caused? Tell me, what trouble have I caused? If you're going to come back, then don't come back at all. You're just treating this place like a hotel. Why did you come back? Weren't you very comfortable outside?"

"Zhang Jianying, let me tell you."

Shen Yong also stood up, glaring at her, and shouted, "I work so hard for this family! Don't be unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable? Do you really want me to explain myself clearly?"

Zhang Jianying wanted to laugh. She was about to say something more when Xiaoya ran out of the house and stood between the two of them, shouting at her, "Mom! Dad finally came back. How can you do this? Dad works so hard outside. Can't you be a little more understanding of him?"

Her mother-in-law also stood behind her and said, "Jianying, Xiaoya is right. Can't we talk things out? Shen Yong rarely comes back."

Zhang Jianying suddenly felt a strong sense of grievance welling up from the bottom of her heart. She felt insulted and wronged.

It was as if she were the only lonely outsider here. Tears quickly filled her eyes, but she had to rush out the door before they fell!

She ran along the road, not knowing where she was going, only wanting to leave this home, to leave Shen Yong. Tears kept welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't cry in the street; she didn't want passersby to look at her like she was a fool, running and crying. A light drizzle began to fall, as fine as hair, gently landing on her.

Many people opened their umbrellas, but she didn't. She could only run forward, searching for a place to take shelter from the rain. She did

n't know how long she ran, or how far she ran, but when she stopped, she found herself standing downstairs at Qiu Yu's building.

The dilapidated door was open, as if it knew she was coming, waiting for her. The dimly lit and cluttered stairwell was still so crowded, leaving only a narrow passage for people to pass through.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Qiu Yu stood at the door, looking at her with surprise.

"Auntie, what's wrong? You're all wet. Come in quickly."

Zhang Jianying hesitated for a moment before going in, and the door closed behind her immediately. Qiu Yu brought her a dry towel and handed it to her.

"Auntie, dry yourself off first, don't catch a cold."

His tone was always so considerate and gentle. Zhang Jianying took the towel and dried her hair, and Qiu Yu sat down next to her.

"What's wrong? What happened? Last night, I sent you a message but you didn't reply, and your phone was off when I called. I've been worried about you."

Zhang Jianying looked at him, wanting to say something, but her eyes welled up with tears, and the tears she had held back all the way finally flowed. She was wronged and helpless, like a little girl in need of comfort. Qiu Yu hugged her! She didn't refuse and leaned into his arms. She felt comfortable and at ease, like a drifting boat finally reaching the shore.

"It's okay, it's okay, Auntie, I'm here. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side to protect you."

His words made Zhang Jianying cry out loud. This was the kind of care and promise she needed, and she seemed to have known all along that she would get it here. Qiu Yu cupped her face, looking at the tear-streaked face that captivated him, and wiped away the tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Auntie, seeing you like this really breaks my heart. Do you know how important you are to me? I can go without food or drink, but I don't want to see you cry."

He was almost looking down at her, as if a tranquil and gentle aura enveloped her from above. A gentle kiss landed silently on her delicate lips. Zhang Jianying was somewhat surprised and dizzy, her whole body trembling slightly. She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Qiu Yu leaned down and kissed her. It was a long, lingering kiss that melted Zhang Jianying's heart. She willingly let Qiu Yu's tongue linger and dance in her mouth. Involuntarily,

she reached out and wrapped her arms around him from under his armpits. She began to actively extend her tongue into Qiu Yu's mouth, feeling his gentle sucking.

The rain began to pour down, countless streams of water weaving a curtain of water outside the window, blurring all the scenery. The torrential rain seemed to isolate this small space from the world. No sound could be heard except the heavy patter of the rain against her eardrums. The air was filled with the smell of rain, cool with a hint of chill.

Qiu Yu's hands groped on her chest, searching for buttons. Zhang Jianying seemed to regain some clarity, hurriedly trying to stop him, yet she felt so powerless. She trembled, unsure whether from the cold or shock, every inch of her skin quivering as that hand slid across her body. That hand moved with effortless grace, sometimes up, sometimes down, occasionally caressing her smooth thighs beneath her skirt.

She was both excited and terrified, shaking her head and looking at him with mournful, bright eyes, hoping he would stop. But he didn't; instead, he brazenly slipped his hand under her skirt!

"No…"

Zhang Jianying said in a trembling voice, trying to stop his hand from going any further. But that hand, filled with an irresistible force, pressed on, reaching her most intimate place!

"No, Qiu Yu…"

she pleaded, yet deep down she didn't want him to stop. Qiu Yu looked at her, his eyes filled with a resolute and sharp gaze that seemed to pour into her like a river, instantly breaching the fragile dam of her heart!

She finally gave up, but her body continued to tremble. She watched Qiu Yu's fair and nimble hands pull down her white panties from under her skirt, following her bent legs. She silently wept, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't know why she was like this, but she couldn't help it. She pursed her lower lip, raised her hand, and tremblingly stroked his young face and the lips that intoxicated her. A smile appeared on his face, giving her a sense of comfort and excitement. Her legs were parted, very naturally and effortlessly! His strong body pressed down, their lips entwining in a passionate embrace.

Soon, Zhang Jianying felt a burning hot penis penetrate her, instantly filling her heart!

The intense pleasure made her hug Qiu Yu tightly. It was moving! Like a high-speed train constantly rushing through a tunnel. Her body seemed to burn, an indescribable joy!

"Ah..."

she murmured softly, trying to alleviate the excitement with a weak moan. Her legs wrapped around Qiu Yu, her hands stroking his back. She felt his back was like a thick wall, keeping the wind and rain outside, leaving only pleasure inside. His penis kept thrusting, powerfully penetrating her deepest depths, igniting a raging fire within her. Her mind went blank; she felt the flames burning her, but it was pleasurable, stimulating. She only wanted these flames to engulf her, just as she had always imagined.

They kissed, breathing heavily with pleasure. Neither wanted to let go, clinging tightly to each other on the old sofa. Zhang Jianying suddenly felt a force surging through her body; she cried out, her body contracting violently, gushing out a gush of love fluid. She

trembled, clinging tightly to Qiu Yu, moaning. Beneath him, she was happy! She was enjoying the long-awaited pleasure! She felt him lift her high like a tornado, soaring into the sky. She didn't want to come down, only to fly higher and higher.

His penis showed no signs of fatigue, continuing its powerful thrusting. This was exactly what she wanted! She embraced the man who was continuously pouring pleasure into her body, and she felt bliss! She

didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly the intense thrusting accelerated abruptly, withdrawing instantly, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thick pubic hair. He was so powerful! Zhang Jianying felt as if her soul had been carried away by him in that instant, wandering outside her body…

Qiu Yu carefully wiped away every last drop of semen from her body with a tissue, his meticulousness making her feel embarrassed.

"I can do it myself,"

she said, taking the tissue to clean herself. Suddenly, she felt extremely embarrassed. The passion had cooled considerably, and she seemed to have regained her senses. She couldn't believe she had made love with her daughter's boyfriend, and that he had been so excited and passionate; the pleasure still lingered deep within her body like a faint flame. She quickly put on her underwear, wanting to cover herself as soon as possible, but she didn't dare look at Qiu Yu again.

"Auntie, are you cold?"

he was always so gentle and considerate.

"A little,"

she replied, head bowed. After straightening her clothes, Zhang Jianying still couldn't face him. "I...I have to go."

"I like you..."

She didn't answer, opened the door and went downstairs. Qiu Yu chased after her and handed her an umbrella.

"Auntie, here's your umbrella."

Zhang Jianying felt a strange sense of emotion. Looking at Qiu Yu's handsome face, she wanted to kiss him, just like before.

But she restrained herself.

"Thank you."

She took the umbrella without looking back and walked quickly outside. The rain was still falling, seemingly never to stop, spreading a refreshing scent in the air.

Zhang Jianying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or perhaps laugh through tears, tears mixed with a touch of sweetness and excitement. She held the umbrella and took a deep breath. The cool rain instantly seeped into her heart, washing away her unease and grievances. She smiled slightly and found herself loving this kind of weather. Her steps became much lighter, each step splashing up colorful water droplets. The rain soaked her shoes, falling coolly like flower petals onto her feet.

She stretched out her hand, and raindrops scattered onto her arm, gently caressing her fair skin. She could vaguely feel the powerful impact still pulsating within her, filling her with excitement and pleasure. A moment later, she blushed and used the blue umbrella to cover her flushed face. Occasionally, she would mischievously peek out from under the umbrella, giggling as she watched couples walk by, arm in arm under their umbrellas.

Back home, she placed the umbrella on the shoe cabinet. Shen Yong seemed to have already left. She went into the bedroom, locked the door, found clean clothes, and went into the bathroom. Warm water flowed gently over her body, like a pair of tender hands caressing her. It passed over her high breasts, over her sexy belly, gathered in her dark pubic hair, and then split into countless streams that slid down her rounded thighs to her fair feet. She smiled secretly, tilting her face up and laughing as the water washed over her.

Zhang Jianying dried herself, changed into new clothes, and came out of the bedroom. Xiao Ya ran over and grabbed her arm.

"Mom, where did you go? I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have yelled at you because of Dad. I know I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Xiaoya looked at her sadly, wanting her forgiveness. Zhang Jianying's heart was torn between ice and fire. She looked into Xiaoya's eyes, unsure what to say. She reached out and touched Xiaoya's face, and after a long while, slowly said, "It's okay, Mom understands."

Xiaoya cried and threw herself into her arms, "It was my fault, I promise I won't do it again."

Zhang Jianying didn't say anything more, just stroked her hair, her eyes reddening.

Chapter 13

Shen Yong left, this time without telling her when he would return. Zhang Jianying didn't want to ask; she had begun to disregard him. Her heart was completely occupied by Qiu Yu, or rather, by that exciting yet shameful affair.

If she hadn't seen Xiaoya just now, she might have continued to be happy, at least in her heart she would have retained that joy. She wasn't a flirtatious woman, but life had given her an unexpected surprise.

Zhang Jianying could still clearly feel his kisses, his caresses, and even the pleasure of his penetration from every corner of her body, which still made her blush slightly. However, Xiaoya's face appeared before her, between them. She felt somewhat lost; happiness always seemed to be intertwined with pain, both contradictory and unified.

Like a little girl who had just eaten the candy she wanted, only to be told it was bad for her teeth and had to reluctantly spit it out. Everyone is a unity of contradictions, struggling daily between conflicting feelings.

Zhang Jianying leaned against the bed, looking at her phone; she knew the ringtone would come.

Soon she heard the voice she wanted to hear, and almost simultaneously, she grabbed the phone.

"I miss you. No one will be home tomorrow. Come on over."

Her heart was pounding, clearly telling her that this was exactly what she wanted to see. She stared at those words for a long time, then deleted them and turned off her phone. Zhang Jianying knew clearly that she had to do this; there was no room for hesitation. A rational decision is sometimes painful, but it is also necessary.

After a while, she took out the umbrella she had hidden under the bed. It was an ordinary, dark blue folding umbrella, as common as the millions of umbrellas displayed in a department store, with nothing special about it.

The raindrops on it had dried, neatly rolled up, and under the orange light, the smooth surface shimmered with a deep blue light that made her heart flutter. Zhang Jianying's hands caressed it, her slender, white fingers tracing the folds. The pounding of her heart felt like a warm summer breeze brushing against her face, bringing a blush to her cheeks.

Zhang Jianying gripped the handlebars tightly, her eyes straining to see into the distance. This was a way to distract herself from her nervousness. The bicycle nimbly weaved through the streets, like a fish swimming in a sea of people. She turned into the building complex, stopped in front of an open door, locked the bike, and took the umbrella from the basket.

In the dimly lit stairwell, an overwhelming feeling seemed to press in from all sides, enveloping her feverish body.

Zhang Jianying composed herself, knocked on the door, and Qiu Yu stood excitedly behind it.

"I... I'm here to return your umbrella."

Qiu Yu pulled her inside and locked the door. They looked at each other for a moment before passionately kissing. Almost simultaneously, they were both frantically undressing. Kissing as they undressed, until they were completely naked. Qiu Yu held her, kissing her frantically.

Her hands, meanwhile, hungrily searched for his penis, stroking it. His desire, once ignited, could not be extinguished; it could only burn everything away!

"Mmm... Oh..."

they groaned, feeling each other's burning bodies. Qiu Yu told her to turn around and bend over. Zhang Jianying understood, supporting herself on the sofa with her arms, sticking her buttocks out. His engorged penis immediately parted her thighs and plunged deep inside! This thrust made her feel as if she were being lifted up involuntarily; she could only stand on her tiptoes, letting out an excited cry.

"Ah..."

She was lifted up by that powerful penis! She had never felt such immense upward force before, which instantly subdued her! She was possessed, owned, in a state of ecstasy! Her buttocks were firmly held in place by Qiu Yu, his young penis thrusting wildly beneath her with each stroke! She wanted to scream, but desperately held back, only letting out almost pitiful moans. Yet, she felt comfortable, joyful, her entire body enveloped in an intangible, boundless pleasure, releasing latent energy with each thrust!

"Ah…no, no…"

Zhang Jianying groggily ejaculated a gush of fluid in a trembling excitement. Her legs went weak, and she slumped onto the sofa, but Qiu Yu didn't let her go. Instead, he lifted her left leg from the side and placed it on his right shoulder, their hips perfectly intertwined. His engorged penis slid into her wide-open vulva once more, continuing to fuck her. A surge of fluid rose again, quickly engulfing Zhang Jianying once more. She cried out, surrendering her body completely to Qiu Yu, only unconscious, excited moans remaining.

Qiu Yu was the victor; he had his captive firmly under his control. The woman who had once been unattainable was now moaning beneath him, her wet vulva overflowing with desire as he pounded into her. He had completely taken her, gripping the reins tightly in his hand. Now he could do as he pleased, freely caressing every part and corner of her fair, voluptuous body. His thrusts were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, listening to the beautiful moans emanating from her straight, erect nose and slightly parted lips.

She lay on her side on the sofa, her hair disheveled, obscuring her face. He reached out and lifted her hair, revealing a flushed face immersed in pleasure; she seemed to be laughing, yet also crying. Her entire body trembled, like a flag in a strong wind, and Qiu Yu's penis was the flagpole firmly planted in the ground. Zhang Jianying couldn't live without him, just as a flag couldn't live without its flagpole. With the flagpole, she could sway freely in the wind, enjoying the pleasure it brought!

Each powerful thrust was a complete possession, taking over her from the blossoming flower to her very heart.

He succeeded; he made her pleasure melt into honey, seeping from her delicate petals and coating his strong penis! He possessed her, and at the same time, admired her, enjoying her naked body. Her mature, snow-white body was as vibrant and sensual as a flower bathed in rain, igniting endless desire and power within him.

She was so beautiful! Qiu Yu exclaimed inwardly, marveling at her mature face, her swaying breasts, her overflowing vulva, her long, fair legs, and her smooth skin—everything about her displayed her unique charm! Qiu Yu growled, stirring up even more waves at the already overflowing dam! Moans mingled with the arousing scent of secretions filled the air around them, their intertwined naked bodies rising and falling in the bright sunlight, emitting melodious, crisp sounds…

“Auntie, you’re so beautiful.”

After the storm had passed, Qiu Yu lay on top of Zhang Jianying, looking at her. Even after calming down, her face still held the delicate shyness of raindrops falling on petals.

"You're handsome too..."

"To make love with you, I'd die happy."

She quickly reached out and covered his mouth, her eyes filled with nervousness and concern. "Don't talk nonsense."

Qiu Yu took the opportunity to put her fingers in his mouth and suck on them one by one, a sweet and tender gesture. Sunlight streamed in through the white gauze curtains, casting irregular shadows on his young, handsome face. Zhang Jianying felt as if she were in a dream, because only in dreams could she find happiness, only in dreams could she have such an experience.

But the warm, naked body lying on top of her told her that this wasn't a dream, it was reality, a dreamlike reality. She had never imagined that she would actually lie beneath him, receiving his caresses and penetration. It seemed like something from another world, like a novel, a plot that only appeared in novels. Yet now, this unreal scene was actually happening to her.

Zhang Jianying's hand slowly caressed Qiu Yu's face, as if touching the edge of a dream. Her face was reflected in his bright, sparkling eyes, shy yet excited. Her hand slid down his back, all the way to his raised, muscular buttocks.

A thought struck her—what an exciting buttocks! Young and elastic, like youth itself, full of vitality, a source of power, a brand-new engine fully fueled. Only such power could have made her so excited, forgetting herself! She felt she had done something earth-shattering; in this small living room, she had broken through all her previous convictions and felt her true self!

"Auntie, your face is red..."

Hearing this, she closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest. He seemed to envelop her in a warm, ethereal aura, making her feel safe and comfortable.

"Don't laugh at me, Qiu Yu..."

"I won't, Auntie, I love you..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him as if gazing at a lover. They kissed, their soft lips meeting, letting boundless affection slowly flow into each other's mouths and bodies. Their wet tongues intertwined, licking and sucking, like two naked bodies passionately entwined.

"Be my girlfriend, Auntie..."

Zhang Jianying froze, her shy smile fading, and after a long pause, she whispered, "What about Xiaoya?"

Her eyes suddenly filled with guilt and unease.

"Actually, I haven't had those romantic feelings for her for a long time."

"Does she know?"

"I think she should be able to sense it. But I'll handle this slowly."

"You've never done anything with her..."

"I swear, I've never done anything with Xiaoya."

Zhang Jianying looked at his earnest face, biting her lip lightly.

"Qiu Yu..."

she whispered. "Promise me you'll be good to Xiaoya, okay?"

"Mmm!"

He nodded vigorously, as if answering her with all his might.

She didn't say anything more, a feeling she couldn't describe welled up inside her, making her want to cry and confide in him. She wanted to escape, yet also wanted to hold Qiu Yu tightly and never let go. Her body was burning hot, as if something intensely hot was tormenting her.

At that moment, Qiu Yu hugged her, and she suddenly felt intoxicated, too drunk to think about anything else. Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the sofa. She hugged Qiu Yu back, pressing their two burning naked bodies together, feeling the warmth within the strength, the tranquility within the passion, and the slightly salty bitterness within the sweetness. Zhang Jianying parted her legs, letting that renewed hardness fill the weakness and emptiness within her, drifting into the depths of her dream...

04-25
Chapter 07

This is a high-end residential apartment area. The European-style villas and garden-like scenery, along with the luxury cars driving by on the road, all displayed the extraordinary status of the people who lived here. Lin Songlan, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, stood out as she walked along the pedestrian path surrounded by birdsong, fragrant flowers, and flowing streams.

She hadn't seen Mr. Ding since the incident. These past few days, Miss Zhao had been home alone, showing no unusual attitude towards her. Lin Songlan tried asking Miss Zhao if she knew Mr. Ding had promised her a raise. Miss Zhao replied that it was up to Mr. Ding; everything and the money here belonged to him, and he could spend it however he wanted.

Lin Songlan felt utterly worthless. If it were before, she would never have done this job again. Here, she was not only selling her physical labor, but her body and self-respect had also been taken away. But now she had no other choice. In this big city, finding a job with the same salary was incredibly difficult for someone like her. Mr. Ding had been absolutely right.

She had once been a student at a prestigious university, possessing enviable assets and grand, beautiful ideals. But after life played a cruel trick on her, everything was gone. She seemed to have transformed overnight from a promising young woman into a penniless middle-aged woman. She had complained and struggled in pain at first, but as she slowly saw the coldness of human relationships, her heart hardened. She had to live, no matter what.

Mr. Ding stood smiling at the door, a smile that sent chills down Lin Songlan's spine. She hesitated, wondering whether to go in.

"Ms. Zhao, has she gone out?"

Mr. Ding warmly grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

"Don't stand at the door talking. It's very impolite. Ms. Zhao went to Shanghai and probably won't be back for a few days."

"Then, then I think I'll come back in a few days."

Saying this, she was about to leave, but Mr. Ding stopped her.

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet. Although she's not here these days, and I don't come back often, this place still needs to be cleaned every day. Look at all this stuff, how can it not be cleaned properly? It'll just be a little easier than usual, with less laundry and cooking. But don't worry, the money won't be less."

Mr. Ding smiled and placed his hand on Lin Songlan's shoulder, making her shiver.

"I trust you completely. I'll give you the key here; you can come and clean it yourself. You can manage the time, okay?"

His tone was gentle and kind, but it sent a chill down Lin Songlan's spine. She knew she was about to sell herself again today, exchanging withered flowers for three hundred yuan.

"Then, I'll start working now."

"No rush, no rush. You're a really good employee. Come on, sit on the sofa for a while, let's chat."

Mr. Ding pulled her to sit on the sofa. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, as if she had committed an unforgivable mistake. Although she knew the thing she least wanted to happen was about to happen, she was still restraining herself, trying not to think about it.

Mr. Ding's hands began to unbutton her clothes, calmly unbuttoning them one by one.

"No, please, Mr. Ding..."

She felt ridiculous saying this; it was a pointless question, and he wouldn't even pay attention to her.

"Still shy? As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. You're not a little girl anymore, why are you still embarrassed? Last time was too rushed, I didn't have time to properly appreciate you. We have plenty of time today, don't be afraid, take your time."

His words seeped into Lin Songlan's body like poison, as if hundreds of leeches were desperately burrowing into her flesh. She felt an indescribable discomfort, wanting to struggle, but she had no strength or courage to resist.

She could only let those leeches enter her body and suck her blood dry.

Mr. Ding remained smiling, elegant like a gentleman. He looked at Lin Songlan, this woman whose face was filled with timidity and fear exuded a charming allure that excited him. Although she seemed very scared, this only stimulated his desire. He felt as if he had unintentionally found a priceless antique for a very low price, his heart filled with ecstasy. He was certain that he could manipulate her at will. Lin Songlan

's shirt was taken off, revealing a white bra and a smooth upper body. She instinctively covered her chest, bending down as if to hide something.

"Don't be shy, come on, relax."

Mr. Ding gently stroked her back, unhooked her bra, and slowly slipped it off her shoulders. He removed her hands without much effort, and the bra came off, revealing a pair of high, perky breasts, shyly exposed.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Lin's breasts to be so well-maintained, no less than Miss Zhao's,"

he said, kneading them with his hands, the soft white flesh deformed and twisted under his teasing. The cherry-like nipples, however, stood erect, seemingly trying to attract his attention. He laughed, squeezing her breasts and putting the playful nipple in his mouth. Lin Songlan controlled her emotions, watching his greedy appearance, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance and resentment. Those breasts she had once been so proud of were now being wantonly played with by a hypocritical man, and she was powerless to stop it. She was a weakling, a weakling forgotten by society.

Mr. Ding straightened up, still smiling. He began to unbutton her pants. She weakly tried to stop him, hoping for a miracle. But miracles never seem to happen to the weak. Her hand was removed, and that smiling face terrified her, as if a force was suppressing her body and mind, rendering her unable to move, even incapable of thinking.

"Come, lie down,"

he commanded gently. Lin Songlan couldn't remember how many times she had cleaned this large sofa, but she had never sat on it, let alone lay down. That was Miss Zhao's prerogative, and she had no right to it. But now she lay down, unexpectedly, under these circumstances. The sofa was practically a beautiful, comfortable fruit platter. And she was a cherry about to be swallowed, lying helplessly in the center of the platter. She couldn't feel the softness behind her, only her cold, trembling body, stiff and rigid.

Mr. Ding's smile was a possessive smile. It was a smile bestowed by his power to control everything.

He easily removed Lin Songlan's pants, without any resistance. Lin Songlan was finally naked, lying before him without a trace of resistance. He had once again proven his judgment to be correct.

Although her body was no longer young, it was fair and smooth, perhaps due to years of work; there was little excess fat, instead, a healthy vitality. He laughed heartily, his eyes burning with lust, parting Lin Songlan's legs and finally crossing the final line! There, apart from a patch of dark pubic hair, everything else was snow-white, like a black and white work of art. Her pubic hair was somewhat messy, but that alluring cleft was clearly visible, its secrets fully exposed under Mr. Ding's fingers.

Lin Songlan closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face. She couldn't believe she had fallen to this state, lying naked before a beast in human form, presenting her most private parts to him. That place, once reserved only for her beloved man, was now being violated at will. She felt she had lost all self-respect; her body was merely a tool to be exchanged for three hundred yuan. Was this life? Was this the life she had once longed for? She endured everything, but didn't know how much longer she would have to endure.

Mr. Ding stripped naked, revealing his somewhat obese but strong physique. The veins bulging on his excited penis were like a ready-to-fire cannon, just waiting to aim at its target and fire. And that target was right there, helplessly awaiting its destruction. Mr. Ding spread Lin Songlan's legs apart, his penis accurately entering her vagina.

"Ah, so good!"

The warm, narrow crevice gripped his penis tightly, making him exclaim involuntarily. Soon, love fluid was released, acting like lubricant, allowing him to move in and out smoothly, enjoying wonderful pleasure without any pain.

"Mrs. Lin, do you know? The most wonderful thing in the world is the love between a man and a woman. You see, although you are very unwilling, you are still wet down there. What does that mean? It means it's instinct. Human instinct. You protect yourself from harm, and at the same time, I get pleasure. Hahaha..."

He lectured Lin Songlan in a kind and gentle tone like a professor, his laughter like a knife cutting through her flesh, digging into her heart. She covered her face and wept, trying to wash away this terrible memory with her tears.

Mr. Ding breathed heavily, his fat waist twisting incessantly. He hadn't felt this excited in a long time.

Miss Zhao was young, beautiful, and charming, and he had tried every imaginable pleasure with her. But even the best food can become tiresome. Of course, he hadn't been idle outside either, but ever since he accidentally discovered Lin Songlan, he had felt a strange excitement. Changing one's tastes now and then was very important; that's life.

Besides, this dish was different from the others—cheap yet incredibly delicious.

After thrusting dozens of times, he closed Lin Songlan's legs, pressing them down to her chest, causing her vulva to arch upwards, her genitals squeezed together between her thighs, forming a thin slit. Mr. Ding forcefully thrust his penis in and continued pumping. He loved this position. Although Lin Songlan was unable to move, her body was incredibly elastic. With each thrust, her body instinctively bounced upwards, and with each downward thrust, it bounced again. His penis not only felt the tightness of her vagina but also experienced intense pleasure from the thrusting.

Lin Songlan's fluids were continuously drawn out with each stroke, splashing onto her snow-white skin. She was completely under his control, unable to move. Her body was no longer her own, involuntarily rising and falling with his thrusts. His powerful penis relentlessly poured its storm-like force into her, simultaneously emptying her and taking away her sense of self. To her shame, she felt pleasure amidst this humiliation, a pleasure spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being. She desperately tried to suppress it, not wanting the sensation to overwhelm her and cause her to cry out, but soon she did—a cry mixed with tears!

"Ah...ah..."

"That sounds so beautiful, Mrs. Lin. I never expected your voice to be so moving, hehe..."

Mr. Ding thrust even harder, his hard penis rapidly plunging into her vagina.

"Ah...oh...ah..."

Her cries grew louder and louder; she didn't know if she was crying or screaming. Lin Songlan's heart completely collapsed. That damned, shameful pleasure completely overwhelmed her, betraying her.

Mr. Ding roared, making a final, desperate effort. A moment later, he abruptly pulled out his penis, ejaculating his milky white semen onto her heaving belly. It was all over, but her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 8

Qiu Yu saw Zhang Jianying standing outside a small shop near the school from afar. The crisp, smart police uniform looked striking on her, accentuating her tall and voluptuous figure, shimmering with a captivating navy blue. The hard epaulets bore two bars and two four-pointed stars. The silver cap badge on the brim of her cap reflected a dazzling light like a mirror. He suppressed his joy and walked over to Xiaoya, greeting her with a smile.

"Hello, Auntie. We meet again."

"Hello, Qiu Yu."

"Are you working today?"

"Oh, I was on duty at the bureau. Qiu Yu, I'd like to have a good talk with you. Xiaoya, you should go home and do your homework."

"Don't scare Qiu Yu."

"Okay, don't worry."

Xiaoya got on her bike and rode away.

"Auntie, my home isn't far. We can walk and talk. If you have time, you can come to my house for a while. My mother is at work, so I'm all alone."

"No need, it'll interfere with your studies."

"It's alright, don't worry, my studies won't fall behind so easily."

"I believe you. Okay, I'll come to your house for a bit."

Zhang Jianying wanted to learn more about the boy her daughter liked; he certainly had a unique air about him. Not only was he handsome, but he was also poised and considerate in his speech and actions, appearing every inch the mature adult.

She was also curious about his family background, thinking he must have received a good education, perhaps his parents were intellectuals.

They quickly arrived at Qiu Yu's home by bicycle. Zhang Jianying was somewhat surprised to find that the area consisted entirely of old-style apartment buildings, and Qiu Yu's home was in the last row. Judging from its appearance, it was at least twenty years old, with the most recent renovation at least ten years ago. Many bicycles were parked in the cramped space. Piles of broken cardboard boxes and dilapidated tables and chairs lay at the entrance. Only two tall poplar trees across the street added a touch of life to this dilapidated place.

"I live on the fourth floor," she said.

The dimly lit stairwell was filled with the residents' belongings, making the already cramped space even more crowded and cluttered.

"Auntie, watch your step. These are all the neighbors' things, but I'm used to it."

"Doesn't the neighborhood committee care?" "

They can't. They only come out when there's something important, like an inspection from higher authorities. You never see them otherwise."

Opening the door, Zhang Jianying was secretly surprised by the scene before her. It was a very small two-bedroom apartment.

The simple layout seemed to transport her back to the 1970s or 80s. The living room was small, but sunlight streamed in through the windows, making everything clearly visible. Under the window was an old-fashioned sofa and a small coffee table. A small refrigerator was tucked tightly against the corner, next to a small dining table and two stools. Although small and cramped, everything was neat and spotless.

"This is my room,"

Qiu Yu introduced. A bed, a small desk piled high with books, a chair, and a small wardrobe. In the innermost corner was a computer desk with an outdated computer on it.

"This is my mother's room."

"Where's your father?"

"I've never seen my father. He abandoned us before I was even born."

Qiu Yu lowered his head, his earlier excitement completely gone.

Zhang Jianying regretted her impulsiveness. She couldn't help but feel more sympathy and affection for the boy in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Auntie really didn't know your situation."

"It's alright, Auntie, you don't need to apologize. Besides, I've gotten used to it over the years. Please sit on the sofa for a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiu Yu took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and went into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a full glass.

"Thank you."

Zhang Jianying took the juice, took a sip, and placed it on the coffee table. She said to Qiu Yu, "Now let's talk about you and Xiaoya."

"Auntie, I know I shouldn't have lied to you at the parent-teacher conference. But I just couldn't bring myself to talk about our relationship. I didn't mean to hide anything."

"I know that, I understand. But you should focus on your studies; you'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. Actually, I don't object to normal interactions between male and female students." "

Thank you for your understanding."

"Don't thank me yet. I've already talked to Xiaoya, and she agreed. I hope you can help each other, especially with your studies."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely help her. She's actually a very good girl."

"I hope..."

Zhang Jianying felt a little tired. So much had happened these past few days that she felt exhausted and overwhelmed. Old Shen called yesterday saying he had to postpone his return because he had some business to attend to. She knew he was lying, but she held back. She hadn't slept well for almost a week. It wasn't her shift today, but Xiaofan had a date, so she had to cover for her. She had already started to feel drowsy while on duty, and now she felt that sleepiness desperately trying to break free of her body, taking away the last bit of energy she had left. She rubbed her temples vigorously.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired from work these days."

Saying this, she picked up her cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Where were we? Oh, right, I hope you can help her with her studies and be a good role model..."

She felt so tired that her eyelids involuntarily closed.

"Auntie, are you sick? Do you want to rest for a while?"

"No..."

Zhang Jianying waved her hand; at this point, she was too lazy to even speak, she just wanted to sleep. But she realized that this wasn't her home; she had to get up and go back to her own home to sleep. But she managed to stand up a little with all her might, only to sit heavily back down on the sofa.

"Auntie, let me help you lie down for a while."

"No..."

Before she could even wave her hand, she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the sleeping Zhang Jianying, Qiu Yu felt a surge of excitement. This was the moment he had longed for! In this quiet afternoon, the woman he had dreamed of day and night was sleeping soundly on his sofa, completely unaware of her presence!

He sat down beside Zhang Jianying, scrutinizing her face like he was looking at his prey. He wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time to do what he wanted.

He played with her hair, watching her fair and smooth face, alluring in the slanting sunlight. Long eyelashes were neatly arranged on her slightly closed eyelids. A few faint, almost imperceptible crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added a touch of maturity and sensuality to her captivating gaze.

Qiu Yu leaned over and kissed Zhang Jianying's lips. Although it was a cold kiss devoid of feeling, he was overjoyed, for it proved that he could now completely possess her. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and surprisingly, they were coated with a light, unscented lipstick! Qiu Yu imagined this beautiful woman posing seductively in front of the mirror, perhaps wearing a sexy nightgown, perhaps completely naked.

She looked incredibly beautiful sleeping in her police uniform; she was a beauty in herself, a truly mature beauty, and the dashing uniform only amplified her allure, making Qiu Yu lose control. He gently stroked her name tag, the numbers gleaming brightly on her prominent chest.

Qiu Yu placed his hands on Zhang Jianying's breasts, caressing them. If she were awake, Qiu Yu knew what the consequences would be. But now she slept soundly, and she wouldn't refuse his touch; she had no power to refuse. Although Qiu Yu was kneading Zhang Jianying's breasts through her uniform, the soft texture had already traveled to his heart through his hands. His heart leaped with joy; these full fruits, which he had longed for, were now entirely under his caresses.

He stood up from the sofa and carefully, as if moving a valuable object, laid Zhang Jianying's slender, voluptuous body across it. Now, Zhang Jianying looked more like his experimental subject. Qiu Yu only unbuttoned the bottom button of her blouse, lifting the two corners open, and reached out to caress her slightly protruding belly. He looked up at her; she was breathing evenly and soundly asleep, as if having a sweet dream.

Qiu Yu began, trying to suppress the trembling of his hands from excessive excitement. Finally… he succeeded! He unbuttoned Zhang Jianying's pants like peeling a banana, and slowly and carefully pulled them down! She was wearing a pair of pinkish-white cotton lace panties underneath! Qiu Yu almost shouted. He cleared his dry throat, his eyes fixed on the dark mound. He composed himself, knowing clearly that this gift before him was about to be fully opened; it almost completely belonged to him.

He lifted the top of her underwear and peered inside. He swallowed hard, his eyes widening. Hidden in Zhang Jianying's most secret place was a large patch of lush, dark hair! She must have carefully tended to it, otherwise it wouldn't be so abundant and verdant. And only fertile soil could grow such alluring grass. Qiu Yu reached inside and finally touched Zhang Jianying's pubic hair! The fine, soft pubic hair nestled between his fingers, accepting his caress. He didn't want to pull his hand away; he just wanted to touch it, love it, and let it become one with his hand. He moved slightly downwards and touched the delicate clitoris, her most core and most secret part! He couldn't believe he had gotten what he wanted so easily; it was all under his control. The warm, moist labia, like delicate flower petals, opened in the shadows, emitting an intoxicating fragrance from the hidden thicket of hair.

Qiu Yu remembered something, stood up, took out his digital camera from the drawer, and returned to Zhang Jianying's side.

She was still asleep, soundly asleep, completely unaware. Qiu Yu started taking pictures of her, recklessly pressing the shutter...

Zhang Jianying woke up, groggily opening her eyes and slowly making out her surroundings. This wasn't her home, and she felt a little panicked. She didn't know how long she had slept, only that she had been very tired and sleepy. She raised her hand to check her watch; more than two hours had passed! She struggled to sit up and saw Qiu Yu doing his homework in her room, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She had originally intended to talk to Qiu Yu, but she had fallen asleep on his sofa.

She subconsciously checked her clothes, finding nothing amiss, then smoothed her hair and stood up.

"Auntie, you're awake? Are you alright?"

Qiu Yu asked, looking both excited and worried.

"I'm sorry, I was so tired that I fell asleep. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I know you're a police officer and you're usually very busy. It's just... I have to apologize to you."

"What's wrong?"

"I moved you to the sofa without your permission."

His tone was full of apology.

Zhang Jianying's face flushed, and she was speechless for a moment. "Yes, it's my fault... I'm sorry for sleeping here. I should go."

"Are you really okay?"

"Thank you, Qiu Yu, I'm fine. But, Auntie would like to ask you not to tell Xiaoya, okay?"

"Don't worry, Auntie. It's our secret, nobody knows."

Qiu Yu saw Zhang Jianying downstairs and watched her get on her bike and leave.

Zhang Jianying turned the corner of the buildings and brushed past Lin Songlan who was walking towards her.

Chapter 9

"Xiaoyu."

Lin Songlan opened the door and called to Qiu Yu.

"Mom, you're back. Are you tired?"

Qiu Yu took the schoolbag from her hand, poured her a glass of water, and massaged her shoulders. Lin Songlan drank the water and closed her eyes to calm herself.

"Mom, you look very tired. Why don't you rest for a few days?"

"How can I? If I rest, I'll lose my job."

"You work so hard every day, only getting Sundays off. I'm afraid that if this goes on for too long, your health will suffer."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu. Mom can handle it. This little bit of tiredness is nothing."

"I really want to quit school and go work to earn money so you can stay at home."

"Don't talk nonsense. These days, even graduating from high school or university doesn't guarantee a job. You must study hard. If you really care about me, you must get into a good university and make me proud."

"Mom, don't worry. I will definitely get into a good university."

"I believe you."

"You rest first, I'll go cook."

Lin Songlan watched Qiu Yu walk into the kitchen, sighed softly, and wiped away the tears that were about to fall. As soon as

Zhang

Jianying entered the door, Xiaoya ran over and pulled her to the sofa, anxiously asking, "Mom, why did you take so long? What did you talk about with Qiu Yu?"

"Oh, we were just talking about you two. Later, I had to take care of some things elsewhere, so I came back a little late." "

And what was the result?"

"Well, he agreed to help you and it won't affect your studies."

"So you won't object?"

"I just said that if you go beyond the normal circle of friends, it's not allowed. I don't object to normal interactions, the most important thing is your studies..."

"I know, I'll study, study, and study some more. You need motivation to study. You know, Qiu Yu keeps telling me that my dad is often not home, and that I should help you with more things when I'm home, to share some of your burden. And don't talk back to Grandma."

"It seems his words are more effective than mine?"

"Mom, I always listen to you."

Zhang Jianying stroked Xiaoya's hair and said, "I know, you're a good girl. I just found out that Qiu Yu's family is so poor, and his background is very pitiful."

"Well, only Teacher Tang and I know about him. Actually, they came from out of town. His mother goes to the hospital every day to take care

of him, and then works part-time. It's very tiring. But Qiu Yu is such a good student and so sensible. It's really not easy. That's why I like him." "He is indeed a very good kid, very rare. Actually, I feel very at ease with you being with him. You

can learn a lot of useful things from him

, which will be very helpful to you."

"I knew you would agree." " Little

girl , but you must remember what you should and shouldn't do." "I understand." Zhang Jianying affectionately tapped Xiaoya's head. ********** ... She found herself quite amusing; she'd gone to resolve her daughter's issue, but ended up falling asleep first. Thank goodness it was Qiu Yu; if it had been anyone else, they would have immediately told Xiaoya, embarrassing her. Lost in thought, she drifted off to sleep. This was the first good night's sleep she'd had in days. She had a dream. She dreamt she entered the bedroom and saw Shen Yong and a woman whose face she couldn't see, naked, making love on the bed. She was stunned, screaming and rushing to separate them. But they were entwined tightly, and all her strength was in vain. Xiaoya, meanwhile, was laughing and jumping beside her, cheering her on. Finally, she managed to separate them, and the woman quickly disappeared. She realized she was naked too, so she embraced Shen Yong and inserted his erect penis into her vagina. She excitedly made love to him, screaming loudly. She felt like her whole body was about to fly. But when she looked down at Shen Yong, she was shocked to find that beneath her was Qiu Yu! She was utterly ashamed, but she didn't want to stop, continuing to move her body excitedly, moaning loudly. Qiu Yu ejaculated inside her. Zhang Jianying woke up just as dawn was breaking. The dream still made her blush and her heart race. She had many sexual dreams, but today's dream made her feel both pleasure and embarrassment. She reached down and touched her genitals; they were already wet. She grabbed a tissue to wipe herself clean, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. So she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Chapter 10

Ever since her absurd encounter with Gu Zhiping, Zhang Jianying had been deliberately avoiding him. Even when they saw each other at the cafeteria, she would avoid him, not wanting to make things awkward for either of them. After all, no one could easily erase such a thing from their mind. Gu Zhiping, being quite tactful, didn't greet her, only glancing at her from afar as she walked by.

"Sister Zhang, I'm pregnant,"

Xiaofan said to Zhang Jianying with a joyful expression.

Zhang Jianying was startled and stared wide-eyed at her, asking, "You're pregnant?"

"What? I finally found a wallet!"

"A wallet? What wallet?"

"The one I told you about last time, the white-collar worker someone introduced me to. Pretty good, rich, has a car and a house, lacks nothing." "

The only thing missing is you, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're right. I'll test him a bit more before making a decision."

"Hey Xiaofan, what about Zhao Ming? Is it over?"

"Him? Just wait and see. Sooner or later, some silly girl will come to him."

"I think you're the silliest one. You'll understand later, money and love have nothing to do with each other."

"I know that now. But what's the point of love without money? It's just empty words. Besides, who can guarantee that Zhao Ming and I are a good match? It's just wishful thinking on his part."

"I know. But you'll regret putting money before love sooner or later."

"Even if I regret it, I've enjoyed it first. I can't have it both ways, can I? That would be too greedy."

Zhang Jianying shook her head, unable to say whether she was greedy or not. Young people these days really think a thousand miles a day. Just then, her phone rang, another text message.

She opened her email; it was a message with only a number, no name.

"Auntie, I want to talk to you. Qiu Yu."

"How does he know my number? Xiaoya must have told him."

Zhang Jianying thought, wondering what he wanted to talk to him about.

"Okay, when?"

The message came back quickly.

"After you get off work this afternoon, I'll wait for you at Xinyi Plaza. Please don't tell Xiaoya."

"Sister Zhang, do you have a lover outside?"

Xiaofan said with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you think everyone is as despicable as you?"

"What do you mean by despicable? Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a lover. Being alone isn't easy."

"Alright, are you ever going to stop? Besides sex, you have nothing else to say."

"Isn't life all about sex? If you don't even have that, what's the point of living?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore. You've completely fallen, infiltrating the police force."

Zhang Jianying lowered her head and stopped talking. Perhaps Xiaofan's words suddenly reminded her of last night's sexual dream, and she felt a blush creep up her face. That dream was still vivid in her mind, and she could even feel the sensation. But she had to forget that feeling as soon as possible, otherwise she wouldn't be able to see Qiu Yu.

The New Ideas Plaza was bustling with people. Although it was nearing evening, people were still coming and going. The plaza was surrounded by densely packed shops, restaurants, bars, and cinemas, with colorful billboards and posters covering all the walls and rooftops. It seemed there was no loneliness here, only countless noises and excitement.

Zhang Jianying saw Qiu Yu, dressed in a conspicuous school uniform, standing beneath a stone sculpture symbolizing the goddess of harvest, seemingly out of place in this restless environment.

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"Hello, Qiu Yu."

"Hello, Auntie."

He was always so polite, a bright smile on his young and energetic face.

"What do you need me for? You're being so mysterious. Don't tell Xiaoya."

"Let's talk over there."

Qiu Yu pointed to a nearby ice cream shop. They went inside and sat down at a small table against the wall, each ordering a glass of orange juice.

"Won't this interfere with your studies?"

Zhang Jianying sipped the orange juice through the straw, the orange liquid rising like a thermometer as it entered her mouth.

"No, you don't need to worry about my studies. I'll manage my time well." "

I'm relieved. Qiu Yu, to be honest, you really impress me. It's rare to see a child like you these days."

"Actually, there are many, but you just haven't seen them."

"I'm not trying to flatter you. It's just the truth. Nowadays, most children are only children, and they're all spoiled. Some kids don't even know how to tie their shoelaces when they get to high school."

"Really? That's outrageous." "

Of course it's true, it's what the newspapers said. I even saw a report yesterday that said..."

She suddenly realized she had said too much and stopped. "What did you want to see me about?"

"Auntie."

Qiu Yu looked at her, paused, and said, "Actually, I'm quite worried about you."

"Worried about me? Worried about what?"

"To be honest, when I saw you that day, I noticed you didn't seem to be in good spirits, you looked very tired. You looked much more haggard than when I first saw you. Later, you fell asleep at my house, and I really didn't know what to do. You looked so pitiful and worried me a lot."

Zhang Jianying was stunned by his words and didn't know how to answer. These words sounded somewhat abrupt, as if they shouldn't have come from him. But looking into his sincere eyes, she felt a touch of emotion.

"Oh, Qiu Yu, you're overthinking it. It's nothing, I've just been busy with work lately and haven't had time to rest properly. It'll be fine once this period passes."

She smiled at him, as if asking if he was satisfied with the answer.

"Auntie, I asked Xiaoya. She said her father is often away from home, and besides cooking and grocery shopping, Grandma basically relies on you for most of the household chores."

"This child, why are you saying all this? But I also want to thank you, Qiu Yu. Xiaoya told me everything you taught her. To be honest, with you helping Xiaoya, I'm really at ease." "

And you?"

"Me? I'm fine, this is life. You'll understand when you grow up. In life, you have to face many things you don't want to face."

"I already understand."

Qiu Yu's previously bright and cheerful face suddenly darkened. Zhang Jianying felt a pang in her heart.

"Can you tell me about your story? If you'd like to."

Qiu Yu took a sip of orange juice and slowly said, "My mother and I came from another place. I've never met my father since I was little. Every time I played with other kids, they called me a bastard. I didn't understand, so I asked my mother. My mother is a strong woman, and she told me, 'You're not a bastard, you're my son.' Later, when I was older, she told me that my father abandoned us and went abroad before I was even born. He said he couldn't live with my mother in that small place forever; he had bigger dreams."

Actually, my mother also graduated from a prestigious university in this city. But she was later assigned back to her hometown. From that time on, I vowed to make something of myself, to succeed, and to give my mother a good life.

Because, ever since she gave birth to me, everyone—relatives, friends, even my maternal grandparents—has distanced themselves from her, even disliked her. She couldn't even keep her good job anymore. Sometimes I wake up at night and hear her crying softly.”

Zhang Jianying wanted to say something, but felt something stuck in her chest, preventing her from speaking; she only felt a lump in her throat. She finally understood where Qiu Yu's resilience and maturity came from.

"So that I could receive a good education, a year ago my mother took me here with all her savings and asked an old friend to arrange for me to attend school. She works as a caregiver and hourly worker every day, coming home very late. I always tell myself that I must work hard and make those who once looked down on us feel ashamed and regretful for their actions!"

"I believe in you, Qiu Yu. You will succeed. I believe in you."

The boy in front of her had experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships far too early, but he bravely stood up and took a big step forward with his head held high. His not-so-tall figure was as imposing as a real man, and Zhang Jianying couldn't help but secretly admire his courage.

"Auntie, I know you still see me as a child..."

"No, Qiu Yu, I think you are a real man. What you have done is something many adults cannot do. Believe me, I am telling the truth."

"I believe you. That's why I'm very worried about Xiao Ya, and I don't want her life to be like mine."

Zhang Jianying suddenly froze, those words almost knocking her senses out like a hammer blow.

"What do you mean? What did Xiaoya say to you?"

Qiu Yu looked at her seriously and said, "Xiaoya didn't say anything to me, Auntie. I just thought it myself. If I'm not mistaken..."

He didn't finish his sentence, staring intently at Zhang Jianying.

Zhang Jianying controlled her emotions and said calmly, "Qiu Yu, you're mistaken. My relationship with my partner is very good, there are no problems." "

Really? But I didn't say there were problems between you and your partner?"

Zhang Jianying immediately realized she had made a foolish mistake and panicked, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"I think I should go."

She stood up to leave.

"Auntie, please let me share your pain."

"I said I'm not in pain, I'm fine!"

She almost shouted. She knew that if she didn't leave, things would get out of hand.

"No matter what, if you want someone to share your pain, I'll always be here."

Zhang Jianying ran out, bumping into people around her from time to time. She blamed herself for being so stupid, for falling for his trick. She had exposed her vulnerable heart, making herself look foolish and embarrassed. She knew Qiu Yu was mature, but she didn't want to confide her inner pain to him. It was impossible; after all, he was still a child in age, not someone who could understand or comfort her. If that were the case, life would be utterly ridiculous.

************

She thought about this all night; Qiu Yu's image kept appearing in her mind. She tried to forget what happened that afternoon, but her mind was like a broken light switch, constantly shining, making her restless.

"Sister Zhang, are you alright? You've been so distracted these past few days. Have you really found someone else?"

Xiao Fan stared with gossipy eyes, seemingly trying to get something exciting from Zhang Jianying.

"Why are you always talking nonsense? I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, I'm a bit neurasthenic."

"Is it your period? Or early menopause?"

"Can't you say anything nice, you little brat?"

"I'm just concerned about you. I'm going to eat, do you want me to buy you something?"

"Okay, consider it making up for it."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, you can buy whatever you want."

"Okay."

Xiaofan took the two lunchboxes and went out. Zhang Jianying stood up and walked to the window to look outside. Several lush locust trees in the yard blocked the midday sun like parasols, their verdant leaves reflecting dappled sunlight. Their thick trunks stood like pillars around the yard. Occasionally, birdsong could be heard from deep within the foliage, adding a touch of charm to the otherwise serious courtyard. The colleagues, carrying their lunchboxes, chatted and laughed as they walked towards the canteen. Gu Zhiping and several criminal police officers walked and talked, seemingly assigning tasks. She hadn't spoken to him for a while; he still seemed so busy.

Her phone rang; a text message had arrived.

"Auntie, are you alright? I apologize for my rudeness and impoliteness yesterday. I'm so sorry."

Zhang Jianying smiled. This child always seemed to be thinking of others, and always so thoughtful and considerate.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

She sent the message, then remembered something and wrote another.

"You don't need to apologize. You're a very good child, and your mother will be very proud of you."

Just as she sent the message, she received Qiu Yu's reply.

"You're welcome. We all need care; only then can we have the courage to face all difficulties, right?"

Zhang Jianying's hand holding the phone trembled slightly; her heart was touched by something inexplicable.

"Yes, I agree."

She wanted to write something more, but then thought better of it and sent it.

A text message quickly returned.

"Okay, I'll check on your mood often; don't make me worry too much."

Zhang Jianying smiled at the smiling face; she was touched by his cuteness and sincerity.

"Mind your own business, you're not my class monitor."

After sending the message, she suddenly regretted it, realizing her behavior was somewhat inappropriate. Just then, Xiaofan returned with the lunch she had bought, placing a box in front of her.

"Eat up, Sister Zhang, eat more. It's on me."

"What's wrong? Did you really find a wallet?"

Zhang Jianying opened the lunchbox, picked up a spoon, and took a big bite. "I'm actually a little hungry."

"You found it. It's the one I told you about last time."

Xiaofan's mouth was full of food, her cheeks puffed out, as she said, "You're really good to me, willing to spend money to buy happiness. I'm willing to exchange happiness for money."

"You, happiness isn't money..."

"Alright, alright, Sister Zhang, since I'm treating you to lunch, don't lecture me."

"Fine, you think you can shut me up and bribe me with just one lunch? You're too calculating."

"No, it's just temporary. As long as you let me finish this meal properly, I'll do whatever you want later."

Xiaofan continued to put food in her mouth, looking up at Zhang Jianying. "Wait a minute, Sister Zhang, you looked so preoccupied when I left. How come you're all smiles now?"

"You really shouldn't be a police officer; you should be a paparazzi."

"They're pretty much the same; they all want to know other people's secrets. The difference is that the police protect the people, while the paparazzi entertain them."

"I really have nothing more to say."

"Oh, by the way, I just ran into Director Gu, and he asked how you've been lately. I said you're fine, just a little neurasthenic."

"I know."

Zhang Jianying glanced at her phone on the table; no messages had come in.

"Hey! What are you laughing about all by yourself?"

Xiaoya ran over and nudged Qiu Yu, who was sitting under the basketball hoop, from behind.

"Nothing, just thinking that life is actually quite beautiful."

"Of course, life has always been beautiful."

Xiaoya said with a smile, her beautiful face blooming like a flower in the sunlight, enveloped in a golden glow.

"That's your life, not mine."

"I know, Qiu Yu."

Xiaoya's smile faded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, don't worry, I know you didn't mean to. By the way, how's your mother lately? Is she feeling alright?"

"She's fine, but I just feel like she has a lot on her mind lately. She won't say anything, and sometimes I worry about her."

"Actually, there are too many things in the adult world that we can't understand, and even if we did, we couldn't really help. The best thing is to do well in your studies; that's how you share their burden."

"You talk like my mom."

"Because she told me to take good care of you, and if you misbehave

, she'll spank you." "Ugh, you made that up. There was no spanking."

"Yes, I made up the second half. So, will you be obedient?"

"Yes, I'll listen to you..."

Xiaoya looked at Qiu Yu with tender eyes. He made her happy, but also filled her with awe. Actually, many times she realized that Qiu Yu treated her more like an elder than a boyfriend. Many times she wanted to get closer to him, but Qiu Yu always politely refused, making her hesitant to be overly enthusiastic. He hadn't touched her since the last time he did. He spent most of his time educating her and urging her to study hard. Sometimes she wondered if this was a gesture Qiu Yu was forced to make to avoid others discovering their relationship.

Chapter 11

Sure enough, Qiu Yu would send Zhang Jianying a text message every day to "check" on her mood. Checking text messages had become a regular part of her lunch break. At first, she found it somewhat ridiculous, or rather, a joke, but gradually she would wait for her phone to ring at that exact moment. It was like training a dog; if you feed it meat at the same time every day, and one day you don't, it will drool and long for the meat. Of course, the meat would be placed in front of her on time, neither early nor late. Moreover, Zhang Jianying also started receiving his text messages at night.

"What are you doing now?"

"Lying in bed reading. What are you doing?"

She seemed unaware that their relationship had unknowingly become like that of very close friends.

"I was wondering what you were doing."

"That's a clever answer. Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Still studying, might go to bed a little later."

"Don't stay up too late, you have class tomorrow."

"Thank you for your concern. I wasn't motivated just now, but now I'm full of energy!" "

Don't be too energetic, I don't want you to have trouble sleeping later."

"No, I'll fall asleep as soon as I lie down. I even dreamed about you."

"Really? What did you dream about me about?"

"I can't say, it's a secret."

"Okay, I have a secret I won't tell you either."

Soon, Qiu Yu called.

"Hello, why are you calling?"

Zhang Jianying picked up the phone and lowered her voice.

"I want to hear your voice."

"What's so great about my voice? You should go study and then go to sleep."

"I want to know what secrets you have."

"Secrets are things you can't tell others, that's why they're called secrets. Don't you have one too? Why don't you tell me? It's unfair that you have to tell me."

"Maybe I'll tell you later, not now."

"Me too. Go study now, don't waste time. Text me tomorrow."

"Okay, Auntie, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Zhang Jianying didn't notice the change in his words and tone. Because everything was slowly changing, like a decayed tooth.

She started to get used to receiving his texts and greetings, always feeling inexplicably nervous or expectant as the moment approached. She vaguely sensed her abnormal emotions, but always let it pass without much thought. Because what she longed for more was the sound of his phone ringing, the voice that would touch her heart.

But Qiu Yu hadn't contacted her at noon today, making her uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, she didn't call him to ask. When Zhang Jianying returned home in the afternoon, she asked Xiaoya about her studies and took the opportunity to ask how Qiu Yu was doing and whether they had spoken today.

"He seemed very tired today. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he stayed up too late studying yesterday."

Lying in bed, she kept thinking about whether to call Qiu Yu. Finally, she picked up her phone.

"Hello, Qiu Yu, are you alright?"

"Hello, Auntie."

Qiu Yu immediately perked up when he heard her voice.

"I heard from Xiaoya that you seemed unwell. Are you sick?"

"No, just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then get some rest early today. Don't stay up too late."

"I will. Thank you for calling."

"It's nothing. I just wanted to know you were alright to put my mind at ease."

"Auntie, were you busy at work today?"

"It was alright, about the same every day. How about you?"

"Actually, I really missed you today..." "

..."

"Are you still listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening..."

"Did you miss me?"

This weak question stung Zhang Jianying like a needle.

"..."

"Did you miss me?"

"...

" "Auntie..."

"Hmm?"

"Did you miss me or not?"

"Qiu Yu, you should go to sleep..."

She felt her face burning and regretted making that impulsive call. The "cavity" started to ache very slightly, but even that tiny sensation was enough to make her heart tremble.

"Okay then, Auntie, you should rest early too. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Okay, I know. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianying's heart was still pounding. This feeling had returned long, long ago, when she was young, perhaps the same age as Xiaoya. But now, this feeling suddenly resurfaced, and she couldn't believe it herself. She wondered if this wasn't a dream, a hazy, dreamlike state.

She tried hard not to think about that face, so distant yet seemingly so close. In the struggle between reason and desire, that face became clearer and clearer, more and more real. Her hand reached between her legs, searching for primal pleasure in the thicket of hair. She found it easily and grasped it in her hand. Under her touch, that primal pleasure awakened, gradually spreading and permeating her entire body. She trembled, welcoming the arrival of pleasure, like parched land welcoming sweet rain.

The rain arrived quietly, nourishing this fertile land, then gathering into a babbling brook that flowed down to the valley to irrigate that vibrant daisy. If the previous sexual dream had embarrassed Zhang Jianying, it didn't now. She kept thinking about Qiu Yu, his appearance, his eyes, his smile.

Her hands were moving, moving under Qiu Yu's gaze! She felt stimulated, a stimulation like a chain reaction that made her unable to control herself, unable to stop. She didn't want to stop either; that handsome face seemed to give her endless passion and encouragement, making her move forward without restraint. She moaned, releasing all the pleasure in her heart.

Zhang Jianying became bolder. In her own world, in that territory where everything was under her control, she took off his clothes, letting that young, strong, naked body lie on top of her. She kissed him, caressing his proud, erect penis, which was truly full of power! Like a leaping, blazing fire! She let that fire into her body, letting her undulating body burn with the fire.

She cried and sang joyfully, sublimating in the flames, flying towards the vast sky...

In the morning, Zhang Jianying woke up, a faint smile still on her lips. The physical satisfaction made her both excited and ashamed, but her heart was filled with joy.

At noon, she received Qiu Yu's text message on time.

"Auntie, did you sleep well last night?"

Her face flushed with a faint smile.

"Very well. How about you? Did you go to bed early?"

"I went to bed early, and I'm very energetic today."

"Good girl, I'll reward you with a little red flower."

"I don't want a little red flower, I want a little chrysanthemum."

"What little chrysanthemum?"

"I like little chrysanthemums."

"Okay, as long as you're good, Auntie will reward you with a little chrysanthemum."

"Really? You're not lying?"

"I'm not lying!"

Chapter 12

Shen Yong, as usual, returned home and was looking at the documents in his hands, seemingly always working. His tightly furrowed brows seemed to tell others not to approach him at this time, because he was doing the most important work for this family.

Zhang Jianying didn't greet him as usual, but went straight into the kitchen to help her mother-in-law cook. This was the first time he had come home since she learned about Shen Yong's situation. She wasn't ready to face him nonchalantly, or perhaps she simply didn't want to see him.

"Jianying, Jianying,"

Shen Yong called her name.

"Shen Yong is calling you. I can manage here by myself,"

her mother-in-law urged.

Zhang Jianying walked out of the kitchen and stood at the living room doorway. The man she once loved was now looking at her with a bright smile.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy? Are you too tired from work?"

He beckoned her over.

She went over and sat opposite him, her usual excitement gone.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

"I told you not to go to work, but you wouldn't. I offered to buy you a car, but you insisted on riding your bicycle to work."

"I like going to work, and I like riding my bike."

"But aren't you tired?"

"Who said I'm tired? Besides, even if I am tired, I'm willing to."

Zhang Jianying didn't look at him, but crossed her arms and looked straight ahead. Shen Yong came over and put his hand on her shoulder, asking gently, "Did you have a fight with your colleagues? Or did you have a conflict with Mom?"

"No, I'm just having a fight with myself. I feel uncomfortable with myself."

"Do you want to talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm going to help Mom cook."

She stood up and went back into the kitchen. Shen Yong shook his head, watching her retreating figure. Women are like that; you never know when they'll lose their temper. Like a volcano, they have to unleash all their energy, but once it erupts, you realize it was just a tiny speck, like his young lover.

But thankfully, Jianying didn't need the same coaxing. After all, they were an old married couple. At most, she'd complain about him not being home often, but after a period of gentle persuasion, everything would be fine. So, you don't need to be too patient with your wife; she's like a puppy, she'll eventually come running back to you. A lover, on the other hand, is like a kitten, requiring careful nurturing, otherwise she'll ignore you or cause a huge scene.

During dinner, Shen Yong considerately put food in Zhang Jianying's bowl, prompting Xiaoya to protest incessantly.

"I haven't eaten yet, and all the food has gone into my mom's bowl,"

Zhang Jianying said expressionlessly, emptying the bowl for Xiaoya and going to eat something else.

That night, lying in bed, Shen Yong stopped looking at his documents and watched Zhang Jianying moving back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom. Although her tall figure remained slender, compared to her youthful and pretty body, she lacked a youthful vitality and vigor, replaced by a mature allure.

He used to adore her body, making love to her almost daily, trying every position, knowing every inch of her skin intimately. But perhaps it was too much familiarity that gradually waned his interest. He then realized that in matters of sex, what he truly desired was simply a fresh, naked body. He loved her, but that didn't mean he could only have her as a woman for life. Although she wasn't his first woman, she wouldn't be his last. And so, his mistress naturally appeared at this time.

This was an utterly ordinary occurrence in modern society.

If it hadn't happened, it would have been incredibly unusual. But he still loved Zhang Jianying, loved his family. His mistress, besides providing him with physical satisfaction, also gave him a sense of social status—that he was a wealthy, successful man who could afford to keep a mistress.

"Jianying, come here."

Zhang Jianying finished washing up and lay down on the bed in loose pajamas. Shen Yong turned over and caressed her breasts.

"Want to do it tonight? We haven't done it in a long time. Last time you wanted to..."

"Last time is last time, I don't want to now."

"No, I've been preparing for this moment for half a month."

Shen Yong's hand reached into her pajama bottoms, touching the soft pubic hair.

"Oh? How did you prepare?"

Zhang Jianying glanced at him sideways, knowing he was saying something even he didn't believe. For the past half month, he must have been preparing in that woman's bed. And now he was touching her with the same hand that had played with that woman's genitals, and she felt disgusted.

"Exercising, squats, push-ups, so I could have a good performance in front of you."

Shen Yong's hand slipped into the crevice of her flesh, stirring inside. She grabbed his hand and looked at him: "I said I don't want to do it today. I'm not in the mood."

"You'll be in the mood after doing it once. Besides, I haven't been home to see anyone in a long time."

He laughed, and without a word, pulled down her pajama bottoms, forcefully spread her legs, and bent down to lick her vulva. It had just been washed and still smelled of bath gel, very alluring. Shen Yong seemed suddenly aroused, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to lick and suck there.

"I told you, I don't want to… ah…"

An overwhelming pleasure immediately rushed to Zhang Jianying's mind, while her vulva simultaneously sent out two opposing messages of rejection and acceptance. She twisted her lower body, not knowing whether she was resisting or enjoying it. She only felt her body trembling, her heart calling for him not to stop.

"Ah… ah…"

Just then, her phone rang. She reached for it and answered, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Her mind was hazy; she didn't want to do anything else, so she turned off the phone.

Water flowed out, gushing out under Shen Yong's teasing tongue. She was no longer in control. If she had struggled a little before, now she had completely given up and was even yielding; she only wanted his erect penis to quickly penetrate her.

"Come in...I want...ah..."

she moaned, pleading.

Shen Yong's glans was large and round, gleaming under the light. His erect penis was like a warrior ready to charge, taut and ready. He took a condom from the drawer, tore it open, and his thick penis almost burst it. He easily inserted himself, and after a long period of indifference, he finally felt the grip of Zhang Jianying's vagina again. He felt a sense of novelty, not the novelty of unfamiliar flesh, but the novelty of a long-awaited reunion.

He excitedly fucked her, thrusting his powerful penis in and out of her. He knew she would orgasm, and that she would be very wet during an orgasm. He also knew where her sensitive spots were and roughly when she would climax. Sure enough, Jianying hadn't changed; just like before, she climaxed at roughly the right time, her face contorted with excitement as she moaned, her whole body trembling. So beautiful! She was still so arousing to him, in bed, at this moment.

He didn't let Zhang Jianying stop to catch her breath, but continued to stimulate her with his penis, letting waves of pleasure surge over her like the sea. He wanted to show her with his actions that he was still her husband, that he was the best! Although he had already exhausted a lot of energy on Amei's body these past few days, he still maintained his stamina for the final sprint. He finished, and perfectly. Zhang Jianying trembled excitedly beneath him, lost in a blissful state from which she could not escape.

When she woke up in the morning, Zhang Jianying found herself only wearing a nightgown, her lower body still naked. Last night's intercourse had given her a truly long-awaited pleasure. But now, after waking up, she began to blame herself, feeling that she had betrayed herself. Instead of condemning Shen Yong's betrayal, she had used her body to exchange for fleeting pleasure.

She suddenly remembered that Qiu Yu had sent her a text message last night. She hurriedly grabbed her phone and opened it, finding four unread messages.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Why haven't you replied?"

"Are you asleep? Are you tired?"

"I miss you..."

"I really want to say something to you now, I miss you... Goodnight."

Her eyes were a little moist. She deleted all the messages, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Shen Yong had already finished breakfast and was sitting on the sofa, dressed neatly, reading the newspaper. Zhang Jianying walked past him, but he didn't look up.

Zhang Jianying sat at the dining table, not having an appetite. She looked at Shen Yong, feeling very awkward.

"I want to talk to you, Shen Yong."

"Okay, let's talk."

He still didn't look up.

"Can you put down the newspaper and listen to me?"

"Go ahead, I can hear you."

Zhang Jianying was getting impatient. She quickly walked over, snatched the newspaper, and slammed it hard on the coffee table, startling Shen Yong.

"What's wrong with you? You were fine yesterday."

Shen Yong looked at her angry face in surprise.

"Yesterday? I haven't been feeling well every day, you know? I haven't been feeling well since you left!"

"What's wrong with you now? You're looking for trouble as soon as you wake up this morning." "

What? Shen Yong, you need to have some conscience. What have I been looking for? Tell me, what have I been looking for? If you're going to come back, then don't come back at all. You're just treating this place like a hotel. Why did you come back? Weren't you having a good time outside?"

"Zhang Jianying, let me tell you,"

Shen Yong glared and stood up, yelling, "I work so hard for this family! Don't be unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable? Do you want me to explain myself clearly?"

Zhang Jianying wanted to laugh. She was about to say something more when Xiaoya ran out of the house and stood between the two of them, shouting at her, "Mom! Dad finally came back. How can you do this? Dad works so hard outside. Can't you be a little more understanding of him?"

Her mother-in-law also stood behind her and said, "Jianying, Xiaoya is right. Can't we talk things out? Shen Yong rarely comes back."

Zhang Jianying suddenly felt a strong sense of grievance welling up from the bottom of her heart. She felt insulted and wronged.

It was as if she were the only lonely outsider here. Tears quickly filled her eyes, but she had to rush out the door before they fell!

She ran along the road, not knowing where she was going, only wanting to leave this home, to leave Shen Yong. Tears kept welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't cry in the street; she didn't want passersby to look at her like she was a fool, running and crying. A light drizzle began to fall, as fine as hair, gently landing on her.

Many people opened their umbrellas, but she didn't. She could only run forward, searching for a place to take shelter from the rain. She did

n't know how long she ran, or how far she ran, but when she stopped, she found herself standing downstairs at Qiu Yu's building.

The dilapidated door was open, as if it knew she was coming, waiting for her. The dimly lit and cluttered stairwell was still so crowded, leaving only a narrow passage for people to pass through.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Qiu Yu stood at the door, looking at her with surprise.

"Auntie, what's wrong? You're all wet. Come in quickly."

Zhang Jianying hesitated for a moment before going in, and the door closed behind her immediately. Qiu Yu brought her a dry towel and handed it to her.

"Auntie, dry yourself off first, don't catch a cold."

His tone was always so considerate and gentle. Zhang Jianying took the towel and dried her hair, and Qiu Yu sat down next to her.

"What's wrong? What happened? Last night, I sent you a message but you didn't reply, and your phone was off when I called. I've been worried about you."

Zhang Jianying looked at him, wanting to say something, but her eyes welled up with tears, and the tears she had held back all the way finally flowed out. She felt wronged and helpless, like a little girl who needed comfort. Qiu Yu hugged her! She didn't refuse and leaned into his arms. She felt comfortable and at ease, like a drifting boat finally reaching the shore.

"It's okay, it's okay, Auntie, I'm here. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side to protect you."

His words made Zhang Jianying cry out loud. This was the kind of care and promise she needed, and it seemed she had known all along that she would get it here. Qiu Yu cupped her face in his hands, gazing at the tear-streaked face that captivated him, and wiped away the tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Auntie, seeing you like this really breaks my heart. Do you know how important you are to me? I can go without food or drink, but I don't want to see you cry."

He was almost looking down at her, a tranquil and gentle aura seemingly enveloping her from above. A soft kiss landed silently on her delicate lips. Zhang Jianying was somewhat surprised, and at the same time dizzy, her whole body trembling slightly. She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes, and Qiu Yu leaned down to kiss her. It was a long and lingering kiss, melting Zhang Jianying's heart. She willingly let Qiu Yu's tongue twirl and intertwine in her mouth.

Involuntarily, she reached out and wrapped her arms around him from under his armpits. She began to actively extend her tongue into Qiu Yu's mouth, feeling him gently sucking on it.

The rain began to fall harder, countless lines of water weaving a curtain of water outside the window, blurring and obscuring all the scenery. The torrential rain seemed to isolate this small space from the world. No sound could be heard, only the heavy patter of the rain against her eardrums. The air was filled with the smell of rain, cool with a hint of chill.

Qiu Yu's hand groped over her chest, searching for the buttons. Zhang Jianying seemed to regain some composure, frantically trying to stop him, yet she appeared so powerless. She trembled, unsure whether from the cold or shock, every inch of her skin quivering as that hand slid across her body. That hand, however, moved gracefully over her skin, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes even caressing her smooth thighs beneath her skirt.

She was both excited and frightened, shaking her head and looking at him with mournful, bright eyes, hoping he would stop. But he didn't; instead, he brazenly slipped his hand under her skirt!

"No…"

Zhang Jianying said in a trembling voice, trying to stop his hand from going any further. But that hand, filled with an irresistible force, pressed forward, reaching her most intimate place!

"No, Qiu Yu…"

she pleaded, yet deep down she didn't want him to stop. Qiu Yu looked at her, his resolute and sharp gaze pouring into her like a river, instantly breaching the fragile dam of her heart!

She finally gave up, but her body was still trembling. She watched Qiu Yu's fair and nimble hands pull down her white panties from under her skirt, following her bent legs. She silently wept, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't know why she was like this, but she couldn't help it. She pursed her lower lip, raised her hand, and tremblingly stroked his young face and the lips that intoxicated her. A smile appeared on his face, giving her a sense of comfort and excitement. Her legs were parted, very naturally and effortlessly! His strong body pressed down, their lips entwining in a passionate embrace.

Soon, Zhang Jianying felt a burning hot penis penetrate her, instantly filling her heart!

The intense pleasure made her hug Qiu Yu tightly. It was moving! Like a high-speed train constantly rushing through a tunnel. Her body seemed to burn, an indescribable joy!

"Ah..."

she murmured softly, trying to alleviate the excitement with a weak moan. Her legs wrapped around Qiu Yu, her hands stroking his back. She felt his back was like a thick wall, keeping the wind and rain outside, leaving only pleasure inside. His penis kept thrusting, powerfully penetrating her deepest depths, igniting a raging fire within her. Her mind went blank; she felt the flames burning her, but it was pleasurable, stimulating. She only wanted these flames to engulf her, just as she had always imagined.

They kissed, breathing heavily with pleasure. Neither wanted to let go, clinging tightly to each other on the old sofa. Zhang Jianying suddenly felt a force surging through her body; she cried out, her body contracting violently, gushing out a gush of love fluid. She

trembled, clinging tightly to Qiu Yu, moaning. Beneath him, she was happy! She was enjoying the long-awaited pleasure! She felt him lift her high like a tornado, soaring into the sky. She didn't want to come down, only to fly higher and higher.

His penis showed no signs of fatigue, continuing its powerful thrusting. This was exactly what she wanted! She embraced the man who was continuously pouring pleasure into her body, and she felt bliss! She

didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly the intense thrusting accelerated abruptly, withdrawing instantly, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thick pubic hair. He was so powerful! Zhang Jianying felt as if her soul had been carried away by him in that instant, wandering outside her body…

Qiu Yu carefully wiped away every last drop of semen from her body with a tissue, his meticulousness making her feel embarrassed.

"I can do it myself,"

she said, taking the tissue to clean herself. Suddenly, she felt extremely embarrassed. The passion had cooled considerably, and she seemed to have regained her senses. She couldn't believe she had made love with her daughter's boyfriend, and that he had been so excited and passionate; the pleasure still lingered deep within her body like a faint flame. She quickly put on her underwear, wanting to cover herself as soon as possible, but she didn't dare look at Qiu Yu again.

"Auntie, are you cold?"

he was always so gentle and considerate.

"A little,"

she replied, head bowed. After straightening her clothes, Zhang Jianying still couldn't face him. "I...I have to go."

"I like you..."

She didn't answer, opened the door and went downstairs. Qiu Yu chased after her and handed her an umbrella.

"Auntie, here's your umbrella."

Zhang Jianying felt a strange sense of emotion. Looking at Qiu Yu's handsome face, she wanted to kiss him, just like before.

But she restrained herself.

"Thank you."

She took the umbrella without looking back and walked quickly outside. The rain was still falling, seemingly never to stop, spreading a refreshing scent in the air.

Zhang Jianying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or perhaps laugh through tears, tears mixed with a touch of sweetness and excitement. She held the umbrella and took a deep breath. The cool rain instantly seeped into her heart, washing away her unease and grievances. She smiled slightly and found herself loving this kind of weather. Her steps became much lighter, each step splashing up colorful water droplets. The rain soaked her shoes, falling coolly like flower petals onto her feet.

She stretched out her hand, and raindrops scattered onto her arm, gently caressing her fair skin. She could vaguely feel the powerful impact still pulsating within her, filling her with excitement and pleasure. A moment later, she blushed and used the blue umbrella to cover her flushed face. Occasionally, she would mischievously peek out from under the umbrella, giggling as she watched couples walk by, arm in arm under their umbrellas.

Back home, she placed the umbrella on the shoe cabinet. Shen Yong seemed to have already left. She went into the bedroom, locked the door, found clean clothes, and went into the bathroom. Warm water flowed gently over her body, like a pair of tender hands caressing her. It passed over her high breasts, over her sexy belly, gathered in her dark pubic hair, and then split into countless streams that slid down her rounded thighs to her fair feet. She smiled secretly, tilting her face up and laughing as the water washed over her.

Zhang Jianying dried herself, changed into new clothes, and came out of the bedroom. Xiao Ya ran over and grabbed her arm.

"Mom, where did you go? I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have yelled at you because of Dad. I know I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Xiaoya looked at her sadly, wanting her forgiveness. Zhang Jianying's heart was torn between ice and fire. She looked into Xiaoya's eyes, unsure what to say, and reached out to touch Xiaoya's face. After a long while, she slowly said, "It's okay, Mom understands."

Xiaoya cried and threw herself into her arms, "It was my fault, I promise I won't do it again."

Zhang Jianying didn't say anything more, just stroked her hair, her eyes reddening.

Chapter 13

Shen Yong left, without telling her when he would return. Zhang Jianying didn't want to ask; she had begun to disregard him. Her heart was completely occupied by Qiu Yu, or rather, by that exciting yet shameful affair.

If she hadn't seen Xiao Ya earlier, she might have continued to be happy, at least in her heart she would have retained that pleasure. She wasn't a flirtatious woman, but life had given her an unexpected surprise.

Zhang Jianying could still clearly feel his kisses, his caresses, even the pleasure of his penetration from every corner of her body, which still made her blush secretly. However, Xiao Ya's face appeared before her, between them. She felt somewhat lost; happiness always seemed to be intertwined with pain, both contradictory and unified.

Like a little girl who had just eaten the candy she wanted, only to be told that the candy was very harmful to her teeth and had to reluctantly spit it out. Everyone is a unity of contradictions, struggling helplessly between contradictions every day.

Zhang Jianying leaned against the bed, looking at her phone; she knew that ringtone would come.

Soon she heard the voice she longed to hear, and almost simultaneously she grabbed her phone.

"I miss you. No one will be home tomorrow. Come on over."

Her heart pounded, clearly telling her this was exactly what she wanted to hear. She stared at those words for a long time, then deleted them and turned off her phone. Zhang Jianying knew she had to do this; there was no room for hesitation. Rational decisions are sometimes painful, but they are necessary.

After a while, she took out the hidden umbrella from under the bed. It was an ordinary, dark blue folding umbrella, as common as the millions of umbrellas displayed in a department store, nothing special.

The raindrops on it had dried, neatly rolled up, and under the orange light, the smooth surface shimmered with a deep blue light that made her heart flutter. Zhang Jianying's hand caressed it, her slender, white fingers tracing the folds, the throbbing of her heart like a warm summer breeze brushing against her face, bringing a blush to her cheeks.

Zhang Jianying gripped the handlebars tightly, her eyes straining to see into the distance. It was a way to distract herself from her tension. The bicycle nimbly weaved through the crowds, like a fish swimming freely in a sea of people. She turned into the residential area, stopped in front of an open door, locked the bike, and took an umbrella from the basket.

An overwhelming sense of unease seemed to press in from all sides of the dimly lit stairwell, enveloping her feverish body.

Zhang Jianying composed herself, knocked on the door, and Qiu Yu stood excitedly behind it.

"I... I've come to return your umbrella,"

Qiu Yu said, pulling her inside and locking the door. They gazed at each other for a moment before passionately kissing. Almost simultaneously, they undressed at breakneck speed, kissing as they went, until they were completely naked. Qiu Yu held her close, kissing her frantically.

Her hands, meanwhile, hungrily searched for his penis, stroking it. His desire, once ignited, could not be extinguished; it could only burn everything away!

"Mmm...oh..."

they groaned, feeling each other's burning heat. Qiu Yu told her to turn around and bend over. Zhang Jianying understood and supported herself on the sofa with her arms, sticking her buttocks out. The engorged penis immediately parted her flower bushes and plunged straight into her hole! This thrust made her feel as if she was being lifted up involuntarily, and she could only stand on her tiptoes, letting out an excited cry.

"Ah..."

She was lifted up by that powerful penis! She had never felt such a huge upward force before, which instantly subdued her! She was possessed and owned in excitement! Her buttocks were firmly held in place by Qiu Yu, who made that young penis thrust wildly below her again and again! She wanted to shout out loud, but she desperately held back, only letting out a moan that was almost pitiful. But she felt comfortable and happy, her whole body was surrounded by an invisible and endless pleasure, releasing potential energy with his thrusts!

"Ah...I can't take it anymore..."

Zhang Jianying dazedly spurted out a stream of fluid in the excitement. Her legs gave way and she slumped onto the sofa, but Qiu Yu didn't let her go. Instead, he lifted her left leg from the side and placed it on his right shoulder, their hips perfectly intertwined. His engorged penis slid into her wide-open vulva once more, continuing to fuck her. A surge of fluids rushed in again, quickly engulfing Zhang Jianying. She cried out, surrendering her body completely to Qiu Yu, only unconscious, excited moans remaining.

Qiu Yu was the victor; he had his captive firmly under his control. The woman who had once been unattainable was now moaning beneath him, her wet vulva overflowing with desire from his fucking. He had completely mastered her, gripping the reins tightly. Now he could do as he pleased, freely caressing every part and corner of her fair, voluptuous body. His thrusts were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, listening to the beautiful moans emanating from her straight, erect nose and slightly parted lips.

She lay sprawled on the sofa, her hair disheveled, obscuring her face. He reached out and lifted her hair, revealing a flushed face, flushed with pleasure. She seemed to be laughing, yet also crying. Her entire body trembled, like a flag in a strong wind, and Qiu Yu's penis was the flagpole firmly planted in the ground. Zhang Jianying couldn't live without him, just as a flag couldn't live without its flagpole. With the flagpole, she could sway freely in the wind, enjoying the pleasure it brought!

Each powerful thrust of his was a complete possession, taking over from her blossoming flower all the way to her heart.

He succeeded; he made the pleasure in her heart turn into honey, seeping from her delicate bud and coating his strong penis! He possessed her, and at the same time, admired her, enjoying her nakedness. That mature, snow-white body was like a flower bathed in rain, vibrant and sensual, arousing endless desire and power within him.

She was so beautiful! Qiu Yu was secretly amazed. Her mature, beautiful face, her swaying breasts, her overflowing vulva, her long, fair legs, and her smooth skin—everything about her displayed her unique charm! Qiu Yu growled, stirring up even more waves in the already overflowing dam! Moans mixed with the arousing scent of secretions filled the air around them. Their naked bodies undulated and collided in the bright sunlight, producing a pleasant, crisp sound…

“Auntie, you’re so beautiful.”

After the storm had passed, Qiu Yu pressed himself against Zhang Jianying, looking at her. Her face, though calm, still held the shy blush of raindrops falling on flower petals.

“You’re handsome too…”

“To make love with you, I’d die happy.”

She quickly reached out and covered his mouth, her eyes filled with tension and concern. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

Qiu Yu then put her fingers in his mouth and sucked on them one by one, a sweet and tender touch. Sunlight streamed in through the white gauze curtains, casting irregular shadows on his young, handsome face. Zhang Jianying felt as if she were in a dream, because only in dreams could she find happiness, only in dreams could she have such experiences.

But the warm, naked body lying on top of her told her that this was not a dream, but reality, a dreamlike reality. She had never imagined that she would actually lie beneath him, receiving his caresses and penetration; it seemed like something from another world, like a novel, a plot that only appeared in novels. Yet now, this unreal scene was actually happening to her.

Zhang Jianying's hand slowly caressed Qiu Yu's face, as if touching the edge of a dream. Her face was reflected in his bright, sparkling eyes, shy yet excited. Her hand slid down his back, all the way to his muscular, upturned buttocks.

A thrill ran through her. What an exciting bottom! Young and elastic, like youth itself brimming with vitality, it was a wellspring of power, a brand-new engine brimming with fuel. Only such power could have made her so excited, forgetting herself! She felt she had done something earth-shattering; in this small living room, she had broken through all her previous convictions and felt her true self!

"Auntie, your face is red..."

Hearing this, she closed her eyes, burying her face against his chest. His chest seemed to envelop her in a warm, ethereal aura, making her feel safe and comfortable.

"Don't laugh at me, Qiu Yu..."

"I won't, Auntie, I love you..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him as if he were her lover. They kissed, their soft lips meeting, letting boundless affection slowly flow into each other's mouths and bodies. Their wet tongues intertwined, licking and sucking, like two naked bodies entwined in passionate lovemaking.

"Be my girlfriend, Auntie..."

Zhang Jianying froze, her shy smile fading. After a long pause, she said softly, "What about Xiaoya?"

Her eyes suddenly filled with guilt and embarrassment.

"Actually, I haven't had any romantic feelings for her for a long time."

"Does she know?"

"I think she probably does. But I'll handle this slowly."

"You've never done anything to her..."

"I swear, I've never done anything with Xiaoya."

Zhang Jianying looked at his serious face, biting her lip lightly.

"Qiu Yu..."

she whispered. "Promise me you'll be good to Xiaoya, okay?"

"Yes!"

He nodded vigorously, as if answering her with all his might.

She didn't say anything more, a feeling she couldn't describe welled up inside her, making her want to cry, yet also want to confide in him. She wanted to escape, yet also wanted to hold Qiu Yu tightly and never let go. Her body was burning hot, as if something intensely hot was tormenting her.

At that moment, Qiu Yu embraced her. She suddenly felt drunk, too drunk to think of anything beyond the present moment. Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the sofa. She reciprocated by embracing Qiu Yu, their two burning naked bodies pressed tightly together, feeling the warmth within the strength, the tranquility within the passion, and the slightly bittersweet sweetness. Zhang Jianying parted her legs, letting that renewed hardness fill the vulnerability and emptiness within her, drifting into the depths of her dream…

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