Uncle's Confession: My Romantic Encounter with a Beautiful Arab Woman (7-12)

1.
That night, I got completely drunk, and Amy also drank quite a bit. We couldn't get back to the project site that night, so Amy helped me to a budget hotel near the restaurant.
As soon as we entered the room, I rushed into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Amy squatted down beside me and patted my back.
After I finished vomiting, she poured me a glass of water to rinse my mouth, then helped me to bed, covered me with a blanket, and even washed my face.
"Engineer Chen, you should rest! I'll go back now and pick you up tomorrow morning."
Amy said, getting up from the edge of the bed, preparing to return to her place in Rabat.
For a moment, in a daze, I mistook her for Li Meishan, grabbed her hand, and murmured, "Don't go, stay..."
Amy froze, and I pulled hard. Caught off guard, she fell onto me.
I held Amy and murmured, "Meishan, don't go, don't leave me..."
She could only let me hold her, gently patting my arm and softly saying, "I won't go, I won't go, I'll stay with you..."
I cried while holding her, and she hugged me back, comforting me with gentle words. Unconsciously, I fell asleep...
I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the urge to urinate. I walked towards the bathroom in a daze, not noticing that the light was on and the sound of the shower was coming from inside.
I pushed open the frosted glass door of the bathroom and went in (like many budget hotels in China, the bathroom door was unlocked). The scene that appeared before me left me speechless, and I sobered up instantly.
Amy was standing under the shower, rinsing her hair with shampoo in her eyes, completely naked. Her alluring naked body was completely exposed to me. She was slender yet maturely full and firm, her proud breasts swaying gently, her crotch area covered in pubic hair, and her beautiful legs were long and straight.
I was momentarily at a loss, caught between a rock and a hard place. Just as she opened her eyes, a sudden idea struck me. I leaned over the sink and pretended to vomit.
With a gasp, Amane covered her chest with one hand and her pubic hair with the other, staring at me blankly.
I decided to continue pretending to be drunk, vomiting a few more times, then straightened up, turned around, and slowly slid down the sink until I sat on the floor. I slumped my head, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep, deliberately making heavy, rapid breathing sounds.
Amane sighed, grabbed a towel, wrapped herself in a towel, and helped me up from the floor, back to the bed.
Throughout the whole process, I was incredibly embarrassed, my heart pounding, terrified she would see through me and cause us both awkwardness. Especially since she was a woman; if she knew I had seen her naked, how could we ever face each other again?
Amane went back to the bathroom, and after a while, she came out dressed.
I continued to pretend to be asleep, snoring. A while later, I heard Amy's soft voice calling, "Engineer Chen, how are you? Engineer Chen..."
I turned my back to her and mumbled, "Old Chu, you...you need to hurry up with your part, damn it, the client...the client is like...like they 're on my deathbed..."
Then I continued snoring. I heard Amy walk over and lie down on another bed, then there was silence.
After a while, I turned over, still snoring, and cautiously opened my eyes to observe. In the dim light, I saw Amy lying on her side on the bed next to me, her back to me, dressed, in a rather alluring pose.
I breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. In that instant, the erotic scene I had just witnessed, that alluring naked body, seemed to reappear before my eyes.
I didn't understand why Amy was taking a shower in my bathroom while I was asleep. Perhaps it was because the temperature in Morocco was already quite high this season, and she had worked up a sweat taking care of me while I was drunk? That was the only explanation I could come up with.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again. When I woke up, it was already daylight, and I heard the sound of washing up coming from the bathroom.
Soon, Aimei came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. "Good morning! Engineer Chen..."
I pretended to be surprised. "Ai...Aimei, you...what are you doing here?"
"You were so drunk last night, I was worried something might happen to you, so I stayed to take care of you..."
She smiled and gestured towards the bed next to her. "I slept here."
"Oh!" I pretended to just realize what had happened and patted my forehead. "I drank too much, I blacked out, I can't even remember how I got here..."
"You really can't remember anything?" Aimei asked, looking at me.
The thought of accidentally seeing her naked last night made me incredibly embarrassed. I pretended to be confused and remained silent for a while before saying, "I really can't remember..."
Suddenly, I looked at Amane with feigned nervousness and unease, "Could it be... that I did something... something indecent when I was drunk last night?"
Amane's face flushed slightly, and she said, "No... but do you remember throwing up a few times?"
"Well... I think..." I held up my right index finger to her, "Just... just when I came in, once... once? I don't remember anything else..."
I could tell from her expression that she seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. I continued, "I'm...I'm so sorry, Ai, I've caused you trouble. You didn't even get to go home and had to spend the night here."
"It's alright..." Ai Mai smiled sweetly, "We're colleagues and friends, it's only right that I take care of you. Go wash up quickly! I ordered takeout, eat it and then go back to work at the project site."
"Thank you, Ai."
"Oh! Don't mention it, I already said we're friends! And friends who have opened their hearts to each other!"
she laughed, then suddenly asked me, "By the way, you haven't forgotten what we talked about while we were drinking last night, have you?"
I scratched my head and laughed, "I haven't forgotten that..."
"That's good..." Ai Mai smiled again, "Otherwise, our drinking last night would have been for nothing. But Engineer Chen, I hope that everything we said last night was just a secret between you and me."
"Of course!" I smiled at her.
After breakfast, we checked out and went to the roadside next to the Chinese restaurant from yesterday. I got in the car and drove back to the project site.
I was driving on the highway from Rabat to Settat. Perhaps because she hadn't slept well the night before, Amy was asleep, leaning against the passenger seat.
As I drove, I glanced at her, and a pang of tenderness and pity welled up inside me for this foreign woman, whom I had only met briefly before but was now becoming increasingly familiar with.
At the end of June that year, Zhao Lin was preparing to bring her daughter to Morocco to visit relatives.
Her daughter was about to start summer vacation. Zhao Lin was now a senior lawyer, able to take cases whenever she wanted, even though she served as legal counsel and attorney for two companies. She didn't have to work regular hours; her time was entirely her own. The mother and daughter planned to stay with me for a month.
I asked Amy to help inquire about short-term rentals in Settat, preferably for just one month. Three other men were already living with me, and I couldn't let Zhao Lin and her daughter stay with me; it would be too inconvenient. Staying in a hotel wasn't cost-effective; the company only reimbursed round-trip travel expenses, not accommodation.
This was also Zhao Lin's idea. She said that although she could afford to stay in a hotel, it wasn't convenient to cook. She planned to cook a variety of delicious meals here to treat me well.
Amy readily agreed, saying she'd take care of it. Two days later, she told me that Settat was too small and she couldn't find a house that met my requirements. She had found one in Rabat that was quite suitable, and suggested I stay there. It was a bit far from the project site, but not too far—a little over an hour's drive each way wouldn't be a problem.
I thought it was pretty good. She then said she'd take me to Rabat to see the house another day, and if I was satisfied, we could settle for it.

2.
That day, we drove to Rabat. The house was quite nice, not big, two bedrooms and a living room, fully equipped, with complete bedding and kitchenware—perfect for our family of three.
I was very satisfied and asked Amy to call the landlord so I could pay the rent. Amy, however, said, "No rush, let's settle in first."
I felt something was off, so she had to confess. It turned out the house belonged to Amyni. She and her cousin had packed some things and stored them at a friend's house.
I immediately said, "How can that be? If you lend me the house, where will you live?" She said they both worked at the project site, so they could simply not go back to Rabat for the time being. She could go back to Casablanca on weekends, and her cousin could stay at her friend's house temporarily. Even if she went back to Rabat, she could squeeze in with her cousin.
I still disagreed. Amyni said the kind of house I wanted was impossible to find. I said, "Then we'll stay in a hotel." She said, "It's not like we're staying for a day or two; hotels are so expensive!" I said, "Expensive is fine, it's better than owing you such a big favor."
Amyni was a little unhappy and said, "Do you have to be so formal with me? If it weren't for you that time, I might have been beaten by those two men. In Morocco, women have a very low status; if a man beats a woman, the police won't care."
After much persuasion, seeing I was still dawdling, Amyni said, "Your wife and daughter will arrive in a few days. Are you really going to let them stay in a hotel?" Or should we squeeze in with those three big men? Besides, we've already moved all our things out; are you really going to let us work for nothing? At worst, my husband and I will go to Chengdu, and you can let us stay in your place.
Reluctantly, I offered to pay Aimani rent. She said, "Chen Zhongyan, we're still friends, aren't we? That night at the Chinese restaurant, we told each other all our secrets. Don't you consider me your friend?"
What could I say? Aimani also told me not to let her wife know about this; just say it's a rented apartment. Women are naturally suspicious; don't let her overthink it. I said, "Of course, that's what I think too."
Seeing that I agreed, Aimani took me to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities and seasonings. Afterwards, she told me she would lend me her car for a while. Since I have an international driver's license, she wouldn't need it since she's in Settat and commutes daily, but I can't travel between Rabat and the project site without a car.
I figured since I'd already lent her the apartment, I might as well lend her the car too; I'll find a way to repay her later.
One day in early July, I took a day off from the project team and drove Aimei's Ford Escape to Sierra International Airport in Rabat, waiting expectantly outside the international arrivals departure port.
Although I never stopped missing Li Meishan and feeling guilty, I knew that Li Meishan and I could never be together. Zhao Lin and my daughter were my whole life for the rest of my days, and I had to cherish them. Zhao Lin
and her daughter appeared in the flow of people leaving the port. She still had that beautiful medium-length hair, and she was still so pretty and charming. Her daughter, Ni'er, was ten years old and seemed to have grown taller since I left the country. At that moment, I felt truly happy.
"Daddy!" Ni'er ran towards me and jumped into my arms.
I bent down and hugged her, saying, "Baby, did you miss Daddy?"
The little girl looked up at me and said, "Yes, I missed Daddy so much."
Zhao Lin came over and smiled, "She kept talking about you the whole way, asking me when she could see Daddy. When we were transferring in Paris, she thought we were in Morocco, and she thought she was about to see you. She was so excited."
I hugged her and smiled, "Did you miss me too?"
Zhao Lin smiled shyly, "Why? There are so many people here."
Her shy and charming appearance made my heart melt...
We went to the car and put the mother and daughter's luggage in the trunk. Zhao Lin asked me how much the car rental was for a day. I said it wasn't much; car rentals in Morocco are very cheap. This was something I and Amy had agreed on—to try not to let Zhao Lin know too much; women are naturally a little possessive.
We got in the car, and Zhao Lin and her daughter sat in the back seat as we drove away from the airport.
The exotic scenery was breathtaking, and the mother and daughter were incredibly excited.
Because it had just rained that morning, the temperature was quite cool, so I didn't turn on the air conditioning. Zhao Lin said, "Morocco isn't hot at all! It's about the same as Chengdu." I told you before, this place has a Mediterranean climate, like Sichuan, it's in the subtropics, not as hot as you imagine.
Zhao Lin then said, "Isn't this Africa? I haven't seen a single black person, just white people everywhere." Even though she graduated from a prestigious university with a bachelor's and master's degree in humanities, she's far less knowledgeable about history and geography than I am, a well-read engineering undergraduate.
I explained the differences between North and South Sahara and between White and Black Africa to Zhao Lin.
Upon entering Amy's house, Zhao Lin was full of praise, saying it was fantastic, even better than she had imagined.
Our home in Chengdu is much bigger and more luxurious than this, but in a foreign land thousands of miles away, having such living conditions is truly remarkable.
Zhao Lin excitedly kissed me on the lips, and I hugged her, laughing, "For the next few days, this will be our home in Morocco."
"Yes! I'm going to treat you well here," Zhao Lin said, nestled in my arms, brimming with happiness.
I laughed, "How are you planning to treat me?"
"I'll cook you delicious food!"
"And what else?"
"I'll do your laundry, make sure you're clean and looking your best every day, so you can appear before your colleagues looking your best."
I felt she had changed a lot; compared to the arrogant and domineering Zhao Lin I used to know, she was so much more feminine.
"And what else?" I asked again, feeling aroused.
"Get lost," Zhao Lin blushed and pushed me away.
"By the way, honey..." she asked again, "How did you find such a nice house?"
I said the project's translator helped me find it; she was a local. Zhao Lin asked if I was male or female. I said I was female. Zhao Lin said she would invite her over for a meal another day to properly thank her. I said it was no problem.
"I forgot to let Mom and Dad know I'm safe..." Zhao Lin took out her phone and made a WeChat video call.
Her mother appeared on the screen, and the two exchanged a few pleasantries before Zhao Lin's father joined the conversation. Zhao Lin scanned the house with her phone and said, "Dad, Mom, look, the house Zhongyan found is great, it has everything..."
The two elders nodded in approval. Zhao Lin's mother said to me, "Zhongyan! Take good care of them over there..."
I said, "I will, Mom."
Zhao Lin's father corrected me, "It should be Linlin taking good care of Zhongyan, otherwise why would you go all the way there?"
"I know, Dad," Zhao Lin said happily, linking her arm with mine.
It was clear that the two elders were overjoyed to see Zhao Lin, my daughter, and me reunited after so many miles away.
"Where's Ni'er? Let her talk to us, I miss her," Zhao's mother said.
Ni'er was raised by the two elders from a young age; they cherished her dearly, and they were already missing her terribly after only being apart for a couple of days.
Soon it was dinnertime, and I took the mother and daughter out for an Arabic meal.
Due to the journey and jet lag, Ni'er quickly fell asleep in the small bedroom, while Zhao Lin took a shower in the bathroom.
I sat on the sofa in the living room smoking and received a message from Aimeni, "How is it? Is your wife satisfied?"
"I couldn't be happier, thank you."
"You're welcome, I'm glad you're satisfied."
We chatted for a few minutes, and then Zhao Lin came out, wearing only a bath towel. At that moment, Aimeni sent another message, "Alright! Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I won't disturb your romantic time."
She even added a laughing emoji. I thought to myself, she really knows how to time things.
"Honey, who are you talking to?" Zhao Lin asked, sitting down beside me.
"Just colleagues! It's about the project."
"Talking about work so late at night?"
"Working on a project means working day and night, right?" I said, pulling Zhao Lin close and kissing her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately.
We'd been apart for almost four months, and we were both eager. Zhao Lin was very aroused.
As I kissed her, I untied the towel and took turns holding her not-so-large, but round and perky breasts. She said, dazed and confused, "Not here, carry me inside..."
I got up, carried Zhao Lin in my arms, and went into the bedroom, placing her on the bed.

3.
After some foreplay, I climbed on top of her and penetrated her. She eagerly took my penis and shoved it inside, and it went in easily...
Throughout the process, Zhao Lin suppressed her moans, afraid that Ni'er next door would hear. But I knew she was very happy, after all, she was in her prime at thirty and hadn't had sex for months.
In the end, we still ended up with rear entry. I asked Zhao Lin if she was in her safe period? She lay prone, moaning, and said yes, let me ejaculate inside.
So I held her plump buttocks and quickly slapped her for a while, then gushed out from her warm, moist depths.
I smoked my cigarette afterward, and Zhao Lin nestled tightly in my arms, saying contentedly, "It's so good, we're together again, even in such a faraway place."
I smiled, holding her, and didn't say anything. Zhao Lin then said, "It seems you don't have any women here..."
I asked her why she said that. She looked at me shyly and said, "You were so amazing just now, I had so much pleasure, didn't you know?"
I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray and laughed, "I mean, why do you suspect I have women here?"
Zhao Lin said she had heard people say that for people like us working on projects abroad, it's common for male and female colleagues to have affairs because their spouses are back home, out of loneliness, and it's an open secret, only their spouses back home don't know.
I laughed and said, "Who told you all that nonsense?"
Zhao Lin then asked me about the female translator who helped us find housing, and I gave her a brief overview of Amyni. She asked if we two got along well. I said yes, she was very warm and generous, and got along well with the four of us and the other colleagues in the project department.
Zhao Lin added that it was the weekend in a couple of days, and suggested inviting her over for a meal to thank her. I said I'd ask her opinion first, to see if she was willing, and besides, she might not have time; she might have to go back to Casablanca to reunite with her husband that weekend.
"How about inviting your three colleagues too? I'll cook some hometown food for everyone; you must not have eaten well here."
I said no, we're just colleagues, we don't have much personal relationship back home, we just work and live together abroad. Their families might come to visit later, and if you start this, they'll be in an awkward position—whether to invite her or not. If you're going to invite anyone, just Amyni; she really helped us a lot this time.
Zhao Lin said, "Since that's the case, then we'll do as you say." We chatted for a while longer, then I said, "Let's go to sleep!" I have to rush back to the project site early tomorrow morning.
Zhao Lin's hand groped around my crotch, and she said, "Going to sleep already?"
I felt myself regaining my strength and smiled at her, "What else do you want? You've been traveling all day, aren't you tired?"
She continued to grope me, looking at me with seductive eyes, "I was just praising you for your good performance! I came all this way to see you, and you're just going to send me away like this?"
I glanced at my erection in her hand and laughed, "You'll be here for a month! There's plenty of time, aren't you going to be careful with it?"
"Don't even try! Don't try to slack off." Zhao Lin gave me a coquettish look, leaned down, buried her head in my crotch, and took it in her mouth.
After a while, she got up and straddled me, inserting my erection deep into her, and began to move her hips. I sat up and hugged her, kissing her lips. She kissed me while moving...
"Husband, I love you!" In a daze of passion, Zhao Lin said to me.
“I love you too…” I said, and kissed her again.
At that moment, I thought, let bygones be bygones. Zhao Lin is my wife, the mother of my daughter, the woman who will accompany me for the rest of my life.
I held her tightly, moved my body to hers, and thrust deeply into her, the sounds of ecstasy echoing in my ears…
I told Amy about this, and she readily agreed, saying she also wanted to meet my wife. I asked her if she wasn't going to Casablanca this weekend. She said her husband was abroad for business.
After work on Friday, I drove Amy back to Rabat. She went to her cousin's friend's house, and I returned to my and Zhao Lin's “home.”
I asked Amy if her friend's house was spacious. She said it was just a two-bedroom apartment, and she and her cousin shared a bed. I said I was really troubling you two sisters, and asked if I could invite her cousin over for dinner tomorrow. She said she could tell her cousin, but her cousin probably wouldn't come.
After lunch on Saturday, Zhao Lin and I went to the supermarket to buy groceries for Amy's dinner that evening. I've learned some everyday Arabic phrases, and with the translation app on my phone, communication shouldn't be too difficult.
Nier is home alone doing her summer homework. Before leaving, we told her not to open the door to anyone and to call her parents immediately if anything happens.
After all, we're abroad, and the security here isn't as good as in China, so we have to be careful.
After shopping at the supermarket, I got back to the car and said I forgot to buy cigarettes, so I went to the convenience store next to the parking lot.
After buying cigarettes and returning to the car, Zhao Lin asked, "Honey, did you really rent this car?"
I wondered if she'd found out something. I calmly lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Yes! What's wrong?"
"Nothing… How much does it cost to rent this car for a day?"
I casually replied that it was a little over 100 RMB per day, and a little over 3,000 RMB per month, cheaper than in China. I added, "My allowance here is high, and with your financial resources, Zhao, you're not worried about spending this little bit of money."
Zhao Lin laughed, "That's true! Let's go back. Don't leave Nier alone at home for too long."
In the afternoon, Amyni came to my house, bringing a box of Moroccan pastries. Although it was their first meeting, the two women were quite friendly. Zhao Lin pulled Amyni to sit on the sofa and chatted.
"Amyni, you're so beautiful!" Zhao Lin exclaimed sincerely, glancing at me as she spoke. "I didn't expect my colleague who helped Zhongyan to be such a beautiful girl."
From the moment Amyni entered the house, she had been somewhat stunned by the Moroccan woman's beauty.
"Thank you, Lin, you're beautiful too," Amyni smiled. She didn't call Zhao Lin Mrs. Chen, but rather addressed her by her first name affectionately, as is customary in Arab cultures.
I knew Amyni wasn't just flattering her; although Zhao Lin was thirty-five, she remained as beautiful as ever. The two women were nine years apart. Zhao Lin possessed a typical mature woman's charm, with the gentle grace unique to Eastern women, while Amyni had a sophisticated allure, full of Arab flair.
Watching these two beautiful women of different nationalities and races chatting so warmly because of me, I felt quite pleased and smug.
“Aimeini, my husband told me you studied in Chengdu for four years, is that right?” Zhao Lin asked with a smile.
Aimeni laughed, “Yes! Yes! I can even speak Chengdu dialect! What’s up, haha…”
“You sound so familiar…” Zhao Lin also laughed in Chengdu dialect.
The two women started chatting in Chengdu dialect, but after a few sentences, Aimeni switched back to Mandarin, “No, no, I haven’t spoken Chengdu dialect in so long, it’s too awkward…”
She asked Zhao Lin to call her Xiao Ai, saying that all the Chinese people in the project team called her that. Zhao Lin called Ni’er out of the room and introduced her to Aimeni, “Xiao Ai, this is my daughter, her nickname is Ni’er…”
She then said to her daughter, “Call her Auntie.”
Ni’er called out, and Aimeni hugged her, laughing, “What a pretty, cute little girl, she looks just like her mother…”
She then looked at me and smiled, “Of course, she looks like her father too.”
After chatting for a while, Zhao Lin said she had to cook and asked me to keep Aimeni company.
"Lin, let me cook for you?" Amy said.
Zhao Lin quickly declined, but Amy explained that she had learned to cook Sichuan cuisine in Chengdu, but had almost forgotten it all and wanted to learn from Zhao Lin again. Zhao Lin let her have her way.
The two women busied themselves in the kitchen, chatting and laughing, as if they had known each other for a long time. Anyone who didn't know them would think they were best friends who had been friends for years.
Before long, several delicious Sichuan dishes were served. Of course, no pork-related ingredients were used, and even some dishes that should have been made with pork were replaced with beef, such as boiled sliced pork.
"Wow, it smells so good!" Amy exclaimed excitedly at the table of dishes. "I haven't had such authentic Sichuan food since I left Chengdu. I have to post it on WhatsApp."
She said, taking out her phone and snapping pictures. Zhao Lin asked me what she was talking about. I explained to Zhao Lin that WhatsApp is the most popular social media app in Morocco, similar to WeChat in China.
The meal was very pleasant. During the meal, Amy told Zhao Lin about the time I fought two Arab men to protect her.
Zhao Lin smiled and looked at me, "Honey, why haven't you mentioned this heroic rescue before?"
I felt a little awkward and said, "There's nothing to talk about..."

4.
After the meal, Amy insisted on helping Zhao Lin clean up. I said, "You two should rest for a while; I'll do the dishes." Amy said, "How can that be? In Morocco, men never do housework. You have to do as the Romans do."
Zhao Lin looked at me, then at Amy, her eyes filled with a different kind of emotion.
The two women, one washing the dishes and the other wiping them, chatted and laughed as they worked.
After cleaning up, they chatted for a while longer before Amy had to leave. Zhao Lin asked me to take Amy home, but Amy said no, a taxi was easy. I said I'd take her downstairs.
Reaching the street, Amy said, "Zhongyan, you shouldn't be thinking about that girl anymore, right?"
I asked her what she meant. She said, "You're very happy now, with a beautiful wife and daughter by your side. Your wife is a good woman, not only a lawyer, but also very beautiful and virtuous. Let the past be the past, cherish your present life."
In my heart, I thought, "I am very happy now, but all of this came at the cost of Li Meishan. My happiness with Zhao Lin is built on Li Meishan's suffering."
Just thinking of that girl fills me with heartache, even in this time spent with Zhao Lin in a foreign land, the pain is unbearable.
After seeing Amy home, Zhao Lin said, "You have such a beautiful confidante in Morocco, aren't you lonely?"
I said seriously, "What are you talking about?" Zhao Lin laughed, "I was just kidding! Look how anxious you are..."
She looked at me and smiled again, "Tell me honestly, Xiao Ai is so pretty and so enthusiastic, aren't you even a little bit tempted?"
I said, "Zhao Lin, you're the one who asked me to invite her to our house tonight, and now you're saying this? What do you mean?"
"Oh! I already said it was a joke! Why are you in such a hurry? Go take a shower..." Zhao Lin said coquettishly.
After a passionate encounter with Zhao Lin, she quickly fell asleep. I went to the balcony to smoke, looking at the lights of the city, and once again thought of Li Meishan, wondering, "Shanshan, are you alright?"
The next day, I took the mother and daughter sightseeing in Rabat, and rushed back to Settat that evening. I had a meeting on Monday morning, and I was worried about traffic, so I went back on Sunday night.
For the next few days, I drove back and forth between Rabat and Settat every day, working while spending time with Zhao Lin and her daughter.
Soon another weekend arrived, and the three of us drove to Casablanca for a trip, even staying overnight at a hotel by the sea.
I never expected that Zhao Lin would suddenly come to the project site one day.
That day, the group company sent people to inspect the project site, and the client also came. As the design manager, I accompanied them on the inspection with Aimani, who acted as the translator for both sides.
After the inspection, the client's people left, and the group company's people went to the restaurant at the project site, which was used specifically for receptions. Aimani and I walked towards the office.
We were chatting as we walked when suddenly Aimani slipped and was about to fall. In a moment of panic, I caught her and helped her right up, asking if she was alright.
Aimani, still shaken, grabbed my arms and said she was fine. Just then, we heard a voice, "Zhongyan..."
We looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Lin standing there with Ni'er. Ni'er was calling me "Daddy."
Aimani and I quickly separated, and Aimani's face immediately turned red, looking quite uncomfortable.
I was also quite embarrassed and went over to ask, "What are you doing here?"
Aimani also came over to greet the mother and daughter. Zhao Lin said she had nothing to do and wanted to visit my workplace, so she took a taxi from Rabat to come here.
I scolded her for being reckless, firstly because she shouldn't have come to my workplace so casually, and secondly because it wasn't safe to travel in unfamiliar territory. What if she encountered a Berber driver with malicious intent who took her and her daughter somewhere?
"Honey, do you really not want to see me?" Zhao Lin looked at me with a wronged expression and resentful eyes, then glanced at Amy. This made Amy quite embarrassed, and she looked away.
"That's not what I meant, I was worried about the danger... Alright, we're already here, and it's lunchtime, let's go to the cafeteria?"
I felt I'd gone a bit too far earlier. My wife and daughter had traveled dozens of kilometers to see me, and whatever the reason, I shouldn't complain about them.
"Come on, Ni'er, let's go eat." Amy said, taking Ni'er's hand.
The four of us walked towards the staff cafeteria, but halfway there, someone called me over, saying the project manager wanted me to have lunch with some people from the group company to discuss some issues.
I had no choice but to ask Amy to look after my wife and daughter while I followed that person to the reception restaurant.
The staff cafeteria was divided into a Chinese food area and an Algerian food area. Most Chinese employees ate in the Chinese food area, and most Moroccan employees ate in the Algerian food area.
Amy led Zhao Lin and her daughter to the Chinese food area, got them food first, and got herself a portion too. Of course, her portion didn't contain pork. The three of us sat down to eat together.
"Lin, just now... Engineer Chen did that to prevent me from falling..." Amy explained cautiously.
Zhao Lin smiled gently, "It's okay! I understand, don't worry about it."
Ai Mai Ni smiled in relief and chatted with Zhao Lin while eating.
"Xiao Ai, are you always very busy here?" Zhao Lin asked.
Ai Mai Ni swallowed a mouthful of food and said, "Yes! They've been quite busy, especially Engineer Chen. He's the design manager, and he has to worry about everything related to design..."
She looked around and whispered, "I'm not saying this behind their backs, but of the four of them, Old Chu was actually sent by their design institute as a supervisor. His professional skills are limited, and the two younger ones lack experience. It's all up to Engineer Chen to handle everything. That's why he's so tired."
Zhao Lin asked again, "You usually work with our Zhongyan a lot, right?"
Ai Mai Ni replied generously, "Yes, I'm their translator! And seeing how hard Engineer Chen works, I try my best to help him with whatever I can, to be his assistant. But I don't understand design, so there's only so much I can do to help him..."
"Thank you, Ai. With you helping our Zhongyan, I feel much more at ease." Zhao Lin smiled gently at Ai Mai Ni.
"Oh! It's nothing. Engineer Chen helped me before, and we've known each other for so long, we're already friends." Ai Mai Ni smiled.
After having dinner with the leaders, I went to a stall in the restroom to relieve myself. I heard two people come in and talk while urinating.
"Who was that pretty young woman eating with a little girl and Amy in the cafeteria?"
"I heard she's Chen Zhongyan's wife from the design department, visiting from China."
"His wife is really beautiful..."
"Amy is beautiful too! A lot of people say Amy and Chen Zhongyan are having an affair..."
"Really? She's a Muslim, and a married woman. How dare that Chen guy mess with her?" "
Isn't that right? They're always together. The way Amy is so affectionate with Chen Zhongyan, there's probably something going on."
"Heh heh, the wife brought the child, and the second wife is rushing to serve them. That Chen guy is really lucky. But then again, Chen Zhongyan left his wife and child in the second wife's care while he went to have dinner with the leaders. Isn't he afraid of getting jealous?"
"Who says otherwise?"
The two people walked out as they talked, and their voices gradually faded away.
I had heard some rumors about Aimaini and me, and Lao Chu had even reminded me about it. But I felt that Aimaini and I were completely innocent, and I had nothing to hide, so I didn't take it too seriously. I
never expected these people to be so bored and gossipy, saying all sorts of things.

5.
Back in the design department office, Aimaini, Zhao Lin, and Ni'er were all there, as were Lao Chu and the other two. When Lao Chu saw me, he said, "Oh! Engineer Chen is back?"
He then told Ni'er that her father was back. Ni'er came over, took my hand, and asked, "Dad, when are you coming home?"
I said I had to work in the afternoon and couldn't come home yet. Why don't you and Mom wait for Dad here? Zhao Lin said, "No, we'll go back first, so as not to disturb your work."
Old Chu said, "Sister-in-law, are you leaving already? Won't you stay a little longer?"
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "No, I came here for two reasons. First, to see where Zhongyan works, and
secondly..." She paused and then said, "I wanted to invite you all to my house this weekend. I'll cook a meal from my hometown. Whether it tastes good or not is secondary; the main thing is for everyone to get together. What do you all think?"
This was a bit unexpected, because I had already told her beforehand that I wouldn't be hosting.
Old Chu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you're too kind. It's not easy for you to come all this way to Morocco,
so we won't bother you." Zhao Lin smiled again and said, "Precisely because it's not easy for me to come all this way, I want to thank everyone even more for taking care of and supporting Zhongyan's family. I hope you can do me the honor of joining us."
Old Chu looked at me, and I could only say, "Yes! We guys are usually too lazy to cook, and we're tired of the local food. It would be nice to have a treat."
"Then thank you..." Old Chu said, looking at his two young colleagues, "What do you two think?"
Seeing that Old Chu agreed, the two of them naturally said yes. Zhao Lin then said to Ai Meni, "Xiao Ai, you must come too!"
Ai Meni smiled and nodded. Zhao Lin laughed, "Then it's settled. I look forward to seeing you all this weekend."
Old Chu chuckled and gave a thumbs-up, praising, "Sister-in-law, you're so thoughtful."
I said to Zhao Lin, "How about we go together after I get off work? I'm worried about safety on the road..."
Old Chu chimed in, "It's no big deal. Why don't you leave work early today and go home with your wife and daughter? We'll handle anything that happens."
I said that the group company was holding a meeting that afternoon, and I had to attend. Ai Meni said she would run a errand, take the mother and daughter home, and then drive back to the project site. Anyway, the Chinese staff's meeting wasn't her responsibility.
Zhao Lin and I declined a few times, but at Ai Meni's insistence, Zhao Lin said goodbye to Old Chu and the others, and then left with her daughter and Ai Meni.
On Saturday, Zhao Lin and I went to the supermarket early in the morning to do some shopping. When we got home, Ai Meni was already there; it was Ni'er who opened the door for her. Only then did I realize that Zhao Lin had asked her to help, since there were several mouths to feed.
That day, Lao Chu and his two companions arrived at noon, and with Ai Mai Ni's assistance, Zhao Lin prepared a sumptuous meal. Everyone ate heartily, praising Zhao Lin's culinary skills. Zhao Lin's cooking was indeed quite good, as my mother-in-law was an excellent cook, and she had inherited her mother's skills.
In Lao Chu and his group's eyes, Zhao Lin was beautiful, virtuous, and a lawyer, which made me feel quite proud.
After lunch, Zhao Lin and the three of them started a mahjong game. The mahjong tiles were borrowed by Lao Chu from a colleague in the project department.
Zhao Lin had always enjoyed playing cards. As a lawyer, she had many social engagements, often entertaining clients and colleagues, and mahjong was a primary form of entertainment. She frequently played with a group of high-income individuals, and the stakes were quite high, honing her skills to a high level. Playing this small game with Lao Chu and his group was a piece of cake for her.
Old Chu was a noob with a big appetite for food, and the other two weren't much better. I was really worried that Zhao Lin would blew them all out, which would be embarrassing. Inviting them to dinner, she not only won back the cost of the meal, but also gained more – it was like setting up a trap.
Fortunately, Zhao Lin was aware of the situation and didn't focus on winning their money, so overall the wins and losses weren't significant, and everyone had a good time.
After dinner, Old Chu and the other two said goodbye and returned to Settat. After helping them pack, Aimeni went back to her and her cousin's temporary accommodation.
To my surprise, as soon as the guests left, Zhao Lin and I had a huge argument.
"Zhongyan, today, as your wife, I've saved you face. Shouldn't we talk about something serious now?"
Hearing Zhao Lin's words, I was baffled. What was she thinking? What did she want to talk about?
Zhao Lin asked me if I had an improper relationship with Aimeni. I was shocked. Could it be that she had overheard those rumors at the project site that day?
I asked Zhao Lin why she said that. She sneered, "If there's nothing between you and her, why is she so eager to be nice to you and our family? I saw you hug her with my own eyes at the project site that day, and then she insisted on taking me and Ni'er back. Today, I asked her to come help, and she came running. Do you think that's normal?"
I was somewhat amused and said, "That day, she was about to fall, and I was right there. Of course I could help her."
"Is that helping?" Zhao Lin retorted, scoffing, "Holding that girl so tightly..."
She paused and continued, "As soon as I arrived in Morocco, I felt there was something wrong with your relationship with that girl. If I hadn't gone to the project site that day and hadn't seen that scene with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known you were so worried about her and cared about her so much."
"Zhao Lin, so you went to the project site that day to check up on my attendance? And today, you had Amy Ni come to help to test her, and even this meal was to test my relationship with Amy Ni?"
I thought this woman was incredibly composed and calculating.
"Just tell me straight, what exactly is your relationship with Aimani?" Zhao Lin stared at me coldly.
I patiently explained to her that there was nothing between me and Aimani. We were just colleagues and friends; she had helped us, and it had backfired.
Zhao Lin sneered, "Chen Zhongyan, do you really need me to present you with evidence before you'll admit it?"
"Whatever evidence you have, just show it," I said confidently.
“Fine!” Zhao Lin stared at me coldly. “I’m asking you, since you have no relationship with her whatsoever, why did she lend you her car and her house?”
I stared at her blankly, only to hear her continue, “You’d better not try to make excuses. That day, when we came out of the supermarket, when you went to buy cigarettes, I found the vehicle registration certificate in the car. Although I can’t read Arabic, I saw the photo. I knew she was the owner of that car the first time I met Amyni.”
I was speechless. So she had already discovered that the car belonged to Amyni, but she had kept quiet, just to find more clues. No wonder she was a lawyer.
“If the car wasn’t hers, why was her photo on the registration certificate? If this house wasn’t hers, why did I receive a package addressed to her here that day?”
“A package…?” I murmured.
"There's a package addressed to Amy, it came here. Although the waybill is entirely in Arabic, I took a picture of it with a translation app and got the translation. The address is here, and the recipient is Amy. What else do you have to say?"
Faced with Zhao Lin's aggressive questioning, I didn't want to argue with her. We argued too much in our previous marriage, and I didn't want us to continue arguing even after remarrying. I originally thought Zhao Lin had changed; she had made significant changes to maintain our relationship and marriage. I didn't expect her to still be the same Zhao Lin—that aggressive, scheming woman.
"Even so, what does that prove?" I tried my best to remain calm. "I admit, I shouldn't have kept it from you. The car and the house belong to Aimani. The reason I didn't let you know and lied to you that I rented them was to prevent you from overthinking..."
She sneered repeatedly, "How could I not overthink? What woman wouldn't overthink in this situation? If she had nothing to do with you, would she lend you the car and the house? Why would a young woman lend her own little world to an older man and his wife?" "
Zhao Lin, it really is like that. She meant well, why can't you believe her? Why do you have to think about all sorts of things..."
I was exasperated for a while, and Zhao Lin's unreasonable words continued in my ears, "You're kidding me! I'm not a three-year-old. I even suspect that this is your and her haven, your paradise. You and she have made love here many times..."
She pointed to our bedroom and raised her voice, "Right on that bed, right on that bed where you and I have been so intimate these past few days. Before this, you and she have made love countless times on that bed, haven't you?"
"Enough!" I roared. "Have you said enough? Are you crazy?"
I glared at Zhao Lin, but afraid of scaring Ni'er in the room, I lowered my voice as much as possible. "Zhao Lin, how could you say such things? How could you take someone's good intentions for granted? How could you so easily slander a woman's innocence? She has a husband."
I took a breath and said, "These are all your baseless accusations. You're a lawyer; you can't convict me and Aimei based on these unfounded accusations... We've been through so much together; it wasn't easy getting to where we are today. Can't we just live a normal life? Can't we?"
Zhao Lin sneered, "Am I not living a normal life? It's you who has never let me live a normal life."
I asked her what she meant. She wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. "Let's leave Amy aside for now and talk about Li Meishan..."

6.
I was both amused and exasperated. "What does Li Meishan have to do with this? We're in Morocco right now, why are you bringing her up?"
"I'm asking you..." Zhao Lin pointed at me and said coldly, "Why did you come to Morocco? If you weren't trying to hide from me, would you have come all this way?"
I thought she was being completely unreasonable, but I had to admit to myself that she had hit a nerve.
"You think I can't see through you? From beginning to end, you've never forgotten that girl, you've always felt guilty towards her, and you've even been missing her. That's why you've hidden in this godforsaken place—because you don't want to face me. Am I telling the truth?"
I said, "Yes, I've always felt guilty and remorseful towards Li Meishan, but I've never resented you. I believe you did all those things out of love for me, so I genuinely wanted to live a good life with you. Your trip to Morocco was something I looked forward to. And these days have been happy for me. Why are you clinging to the past?"
"Chen Zhongyan, you're a bastard, you know that?" Zhao Lin shouted angrily. "You have another woman in your heart, but you say you want to live a good life with me. You're such a Casanova!"
Just then, Ni'er ran out of the room crying, grabbed her mother's hand, and cried, "Mom, please don't fight with Dad, okay? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten what Grandpa told you? Grandpa told you not to fight with Dad, to give in to Dad. Why don't you listen to Grandpa?"
"Aren't you annoying? Get out of here..." Zhao Lin yelled at her daughter, and pushed Ni'er to the ground.
Ni'er burst into tears, and I rushed over to pick her up. I yelled at Zhao Lin, "Are you really crazy? Why are you taking your anger out on the child?"
I talked to Ni'er for a while, then gritted my teeth and said to Zhao Lin, "Zhao Lin, are you even human? You can do whatever you want to me, but if you take it out on our daughter, I won't stand for it! You dare touch her again?"
Zhao Lin stood up abruptly, crying, "Yes, I'm not human. In your eyes, I'm not human. In my dad's eyes, I'm not human. In our daughter's eyes, I'm not human. Is that alright?"
She started to walk out of the house, and I said urgently, "Where are you going in the dark?"
She slammed the door and left without looking back. I had no choice but to continue comforting my daughter. After calming her down, I dialed Zhao Lin's cell phone, but it was always busy.
I tried again after a while, but it was switched off. I tensed up immediately. It was late, and Morocco wasn't a safe place. She was a lone woman; what if she encountered one or more men with malicious intent…?
I didn't dare think about it; the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I had no choice but to call Amyna. As always, she was the only person I could turn to for help in this country.
Amyna arrived quickly, but not alone. A girl with her, in her early twenties, clearly Berber, came along.
During my time in Morocco, I had easily distinguished between Arabs, Berbers, and people from Europe and America.
I hadn't expected Amyna to bring a helper. She said it was her cousin, and that her cousin should stay home and watch over the emotionally unstable Amyna while she and I went out to find Zhao Lin.
Later, I learned that this cousin wasn't related to Amyna by blood; she was her stepmother's niece. But the two were very close.
Once on the street, even though Amy didn't know why Zhao Lin and I had argued that night, she still scolded me for arguing with her. After all, she was a woman who had traveled all the way from China with her child to see me; I shouldn't have made her leave home in the middle of the night.
I felt Amy was right. Even if Zhao Lin was being unreasonable tonight, I shouldn't have said those harsh words to her. At that moment, I really wanted to slap myself.
"How about this? She should be nearby. Let's split up and look for
her..." Amy said. We each went in different directions. Just as I was getting anxious, I received a call from Choi Tae-ho. As
soon as I answered, Choi Tae-ho launched into a tirade, then said that just now, Zhao Lin had called him, crying and telling him what had happened that night, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Chen Zhongyan, you bastard! It's one thing to still be hung up on that girl, but you've hooked up with another woman in Morocco! You're a piece of trash!"
"Do you know how happy she was in front of me before she left for Morocco, looking forward to being with you? I know how much she loves you, but I love her just as much as she loves you. I fucking wish I were you..."
"I'm telling you, Chen Zhongyan, you'd better find Zhao Lin immediately and get her back to China safe and sound, otherwise..."
Cui Taihao paused, then continued, "My father also has business in Morocco. I can get a few Berbers to throw you into the sea to feed the fish, or dry you in the Sahara Desert like a dried-up corpse, you believe me?"
He hung up the phone. I continued searching everywhere, but couldn't find Zhao Lin anywhere.
I silently prayed, "Zhao Lin, where are you? As long as you can safely return to me and my daughter, I'll do whatever God asks of me. Li Meishan is in the past; I just want to live a good life with you."
Amidst anxiety and a whirlwind of thoughts, I turned a street corner and saw two Moroccan men pulling at a woman under a streetlamp. The woman was Zhao Lin.
She seemed terrified, repeatedly speaking in English, trying several times to escape, but unable to shake off the two Moroccan men.
I shouted in Arabic, "What are you doing?" and ran over. As soon as Zhao Lin saw me, she cried out, "Husband!" and ran to my side, hugging me tightly, tears streaming down her face.
The two men looked at us for a moment, then left, looking dejected. Holding Zhao Lin's tear-streaked face, my heart filled with tenderness and love, I said, "What do you want from me to stop this commotion? Do you know how worried I was? I was afraid I'd never see you again."
Zhao Lin cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, husband..."
She paused, then continued, "Please forgive my unreasonable behavior just now. I shouldn't have said those things, but I did it because I love you so much, I was afraid of losing you!"
I sighed and held her tightly in my arms. Under the dim streetlights, my husband and I embraced for a long time, Zhao Lin sobbing in my arms.
Unbeknownst to us, Amy was standing nearby, silently watching us, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment. She wiped away her tears and disappeared into the night.
When we got home, Amy and her cousin were still there, keeping Ni'er company.
"Amy, I'm so sorry to have troubled you," Zhao Lin said apologetically.
"It's alright, Lin, it's good that you're back..." Amy smiled, then said to me, "Then we'll go back."
She and the Berber girl walked out. I thanked them both, and the Berber girl smiled at me, saying "You're welcome" in broken Chinese, before leaving the house with Amy.
After the cousins left, Zhao Lin hugged Ni'er and burst into tears, apologizing, "Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy shouldn't have yelled at you, shouldn't have hit you..."
Ni'er also cried, calling "Mommy, Mommy," and sensibly wiping away her mother's tears. Looking at the mother and daughter, I was deeply moved. I told myself, "This is your whole world; stop dwelling on the past."
Later that night, on the street, Amy's cousin, Xiguli, asked while driving, "Have you fallen in love with that Chinese man?"
I learned about this conversation between the cousins from Amy later.
Amy said, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't." Xiguli continued, "If you don't love him, why did you lend him your house, your car, and rush over to help him as soon as you heard he had a problem? Would you have done these things if you weren't in love with him?"
Aimeini could only reply, "We're friends. Shouldn't friends help each other in times of trouble?"
Xiguli shook her head. "Aimeini, don't blame me for not warning you. First, you're a married woman. If Hassan finds out you're having an affair, he'll kill you and then that man. Second, he's also a married man. Third, he's Chinese, and not Muslim. Don't be fooled."
"Don't worry, I won't fall in love with him," Aimeini said, looking out the car window, her brow furrowed slightly.
As the saying goes, couples who quarrel in bed reconcile before they get out of bed, and that's how it is with Zhao Lin and me.
That night we made love passionately. Zhao Lin cried, saying she loved me so much. She told me, "Zhongyan, you're a man. No matter what you do here, I won't hold it against you. As long as you remember to come back to China, back to me and our daughter, everything will be alright."
I knew she still hadn't gotten rid of her suspicions about me and Aimani, and hadn't broken free of the barriers she had built for herself.
During our climax, Zhao Lin asked me to ejaculate inside her and said she wanted to have another child
with me, which I did. In the days that followed, at Zhao Lin's request, I never used a condom when we made love, ejaculating my countless offspring deep inside her time and time again.
She told me not to worry, and that if I got pregnant, I should temporarily quit my job at the law firm and focus on having, giving birth to, and raising the child at home. She said that once my project was finished, I could return to her and my two children,
and the family would be together forever. I understood that she felt that she and Ni'er alone couldn't completely hold onto my heart; they needed to add another layer of security for our family, and having a second child was undoubtedly the best way.
I thought, since I had decided to completely move on from the quagmire of the Li Meishan incident, I would let her be.
Days passed, and one day a Moroccan man suddenly came to the project site looking for Aimeini and beat her…

(To be continued)

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