Uncle's Confession: Me and My 23-Year-Old Beautiful Middle School Homeroom Teacher (16-19)

(I played all day yesterday and didn't update, and today I couldn't find this website due to network problems, so I'm only updating now. Please forgive me if you're waiting for an update.)

16.
"Let's go home!" I let go of Amy, picked up my son Ahmed, and walked into the building, my heart filled with conflicting emotions.
Amy, dragging her suitcase, followed beside me. I asked her when she arrived in Chengdu. She said that half a month ago, she was taken to a quarantine hotel for fourteen days as soon as she entered the country, and was only released today.
Because she didn't have my new phone number, she brought her son directly here. She knocked on my door first, but I wasn't home, so she gave the property management my name and apartment number and asked them to help her contact me.
I felt quite sorry for the mother and son who had traveled so far to come to me, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." Amy smiled at me with tears in her eyes and said, "It's not hard work. Just thinking about seeing you soon makes me feel that no matter how much trouble my son and I went through, it was all worth it."
Hearing her say that, my tears almost flowed again.
In my home, little Ahmed was sleeping in the bedroom, while Amyni and I sat in the living room. She tearfully told me everything.
In mid-April 2018, during our last time together, she became pregnant. In early May, I went to her house to see her, where I met Hassan, and we broke up.
Afterwards, under Hassan's coercion, Amyni was forced to marry him and soon discovered she was pregnant. Judging from the timeline, she knew the child was mine.
Because Morocco doesn't allow abortions without cause, and because she couldn't bear to abort my child, she became Hassan's wife again while pregnant. The man always thought the child was his.
And so, little Ahmed was born. Fortunately, he was very young at the time, and nothing was noticeable, so no one suspected anything. The only ones who knew the truth were Amyni's cousin and her later sister-in-law, Sigurj.
The two cousins were very worried because as the child grew, the mixed-race features would become more obvious, and they didn't know what awaited Amyni then. Fortunately, not long after, Amy left Hassan with the children and never let him see them again.
"What happened?" I asked, deeply surprised.
Amy explained that she had always known Hassan and his son's business was shady, and therefore, taking advantage of her position as Hassan's wife, she meticulously and secretly searched for and collected evidence.
Luckily, shortly after I returned home, she obtained evidence of Hassan bribing government officials—enough to land him in prison for ten or twenty years. With
no other option, Hassan had to agree to divorce Amy and allow her to leave him with their two children, including their daughter who was still in his womb.
"How could he agree to let you take the two children?" I asked.
"Moroccan men are mostly sexist, especially Hassan. He knew the baby in his belly was a girl, so he didn't care whether he was willing or not to part with her. Ahmed, on the other hand, was a boy, and he thought he was his own flesh and blood. He was indeed reluctant to part with
him, but I had him firmly in my grasp, so he could only sigh helplessly." "I took the child back to my parents' home and gave birth to
my daughter. As Ahmed grew older, my parents noticed something was amiss, and I confessed to them..." "At that time, my father felt guilty towards me and didn't blame me too much. He told us to keep the matter a secret and sent my son and me to my stepmother's relatives in Marrakech to live there, so that if Hassan came looking for us and found out the child wasn't his, it would cause trouble. My father also covered all the expenses for my son and me."
“Considering that I couldn’t take care of two children on my own, my father, with my consent, arranged for my daughter to be adopted by my older brother and Xiguli. My older brother already has two sons, and he originally wanted a daughter, and Xiguli was also willing to be the child’s mother, so they readily agreed to my father’s arrangement.”
“Hassan never come to see you and your son?” I asked again.
Amy shook her head and said, "Thank goodness. Hassan's family is large; his father has four wives, he has more than ten brothers, his father has a bunch of grandchildren, and he and another wife have two sons. Perhaps that's why they haven't paid much attention to this child and haven't come looking for Ahmed..."
I was quite puzzled, "If that's the case, why didn't you bring your son to China to find me sooner? Why are you only coming now?"
Amy tearfully said, "Because I didn't want to put you in a difficult position. Your parents simply don't accept me. Besides, I didn't know if you had another woman after you returned to your country, and I couldn't contact you after your number changed... At that time, I thought, let's just leave it at that? Let me raise our child alone, I'll never marry, and I'll spend my whole life with our child, which is equivalent to being with you..."
As she spoke, she broke down in tears again, and I hugged her to comfort her. Finally, she continued, "As Ahmed grew older, he asked me every day who his father was, why all the other children had fathers but he didn't, and whether his father didn't want him anymore. Every time he asked that, my heart ached..."
"Then I thought, he's your son, and you're his father. I have no reason to let you two never even meet. That day, I told my father about this idea, and he said, 'Son, go! Go to China and find that man! Make sure they meet, father and son, no matter what.' So, I brought Ahmed here..."
At this point, Amy looked at me uneasily, "Zhongyan, are you still single?"
Before I could answer, she added, "It's okay. If you have someone, my son and I won't bother you. We'll stay here for a few days and then go back. We can stay in a hotel. As long as you and your son can meet, and you know you have a son, I'll be content. Don't worry, I'll raise Ahmed well, and I'll send you his photos regularly..."
Hearing her words, my heart ached. For a moment, I thought of Li Meishan. We had just started over…
It was all such a cruel twist of fate. This woman before me, she loved me deeply too, and now she had come to me with my own son… I knew what I had to choose, and I had no choice but to make this decision.
But the thought of Li Meishan, her sorrow and loneliness, broke my heart.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Amy wiped away her tears and said, "Don't be so hard on yourself. I'll go wake Ahmed. Can you take us to a hotel?"
She was about to get up when I grabbed her arm. I looked at her with tears in my eyes, and after a long while, I said with difficulty, "I'm alone now. I don't have another woman, really…"
As I said these words, I said to Li Meishan in my heart, "I'm sorry, Meishan, I have no other choice." My heart ached again.
Amy burst into tears, looking at me and murmuring, "Zhongyan, Zhongyan…"
We hugged each other and kissed passionately, undressing ourselves and each other as we kissed.
Then I carried her to the bedroom bed, and we embraced naked, kissing and caressing each other passionately. We became one, entwined, beside our sleeping son, the room filled with Amy's soft moans…
After the tide receded, we talked, still embracing. I asked Amy, now that you and your son are safe in China, have you considered reporting Hassan's crimes to the Moroccan government?
Amy said no, as long as he doesn't bother me, why should I? Besides, if I did, Hassan's family might become desperate and harm her father and brothers. It's better to keep this trump card in hand; I doubt they'd dare to act rashly against her and her family.
Hearing this, I realized Amy was no ordinary woman. She possessed outstanding beauty and a high level of education, and was incredibly patient, enduring humiliation and secretly working to redeem herself and her son. At the same time, she was very shrewd, having mastered a way to control and blackmail Hassan.
Amyni also said that on the day of her departure, Shigul drove her and her son to the airport. At their parting, the sisters embraced in tears, unsure when they would see each other again in China.
"Actually, I wasn't sure if you would accept my son and me. But Shigul told me to stay there and to keep going! She also assured me that she would take care of my daughter like her own."
Amyni said, wiping away her tears, and smiled, "Oh, right, I should call that girl. I talked to her every day during quarantine, but I didn't see you then. She's been worried about us, wondering if we can stay." While
Amyni was on the phone with Shigul, I lay down beside the still-sleeping little Ahmed, watching him.
It all felt like a dream; I actually had a son, a half-Arab, half-Hamish child. My heart was pounding with emotion.

17.
I gently stroked little Ahmed's face with my fingers, my heart filled with tenderness.
Amy ended the call, hugged me from behind, her ample breasts pressed against my back, and said, "Look how much he looks like you, his eyebrows, lips, jawline, they all resemble yours."
"He looks like you too, especially his nose, it's so straight..." I said.
Because Ahmed is half-Caucasian, his features are more defined than the average Chinese child.
"He's beautiful, as beautiful as you. Amy, thank you for giving me such a beautiful son."
I felt her tears welling up again, as she kissed my neck between sobs.
"By the way, he was born in March 2019, right?" I asked.
Amy said it was March 12th, 2019, he's two years and seven months old.
I was moved and said, "Xiao Ai, you and your son have suffered so much."
She hugged me tighter and sobbed, "Darling, we're not suffering at all. As long as we're with you, nothing feels like a hardship."
"Right, we should wake him up..."
Ai Mai Ni said, crawling naked, her two alluring breasts swaying, to her son's side. She lay beside him, gently rocking him and calling out, "Baby, it's time to get up. Mommy will give you a bath..."
"Let him sleep! There's nothing wrong with that," I laughed.
"How do you know? If he sleeps too much during the day, he'll only bother me at night. Why don't you take care of him tonight?" Ai Mai Ni looked at me coquettishly.
"I'll take care of him, I'm happy to take care of my own son." After all, suddenly having a son made me incredibly happy.
“You’ve never raised a child before, how would you take care of her? Ni’er was raised by Zhao Lin’s family. By the way, how is Ni’er now? I miss her so much.”
I picked up my phone and pulled up Ni’er’s photos. “She’s fourteen now, look for yourself.”
Amy looked through the photos one by one, exclaiming, “My God! She’s so beautiful now, I almost didn’t recognize her. When she came to Morocco that year, she was just a little girl, and now she’s grown into a young woman, and a beautiful one at that. Zhongyan, you’re so lucky, don’t you think?”
For a moment, I thought of Li Meishan, and a shadow fell over my heart. I heard Amy call me, “Zhongyan…”
“Hmm…” I came back to my senses and answered.
“Zhongyan, what are you thinking about?” Amy asked.
I smiled and said, “Nothing, you take care of our son, I’ll go make dinner.”
While cooking in the kitchen, my thoughts were in turmoil because of Li Meishan.
But I told myself, Amy has sacrificed so much for me, risking everything to give birth to my son, raising him alone until now, and bringing him all the way to China to find me. No matter what, I can't let them down.
"Zhongyan, Zhongyan..." came Amy's voice from the bathroom.
I went in and saw the mother and son still showering. Amy was bending over, rinsing little Ahmed off the shower gel.
She straightened up, put the showerhead back on the wall, and said, "That's enough. Dry your son off."
I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around the little guy, and carried him to the sink to dry him. Amy stood under the shower, applying shower gel to herself, asking me how my parents were doing.
Despite being a mother of two, her figure was still stunning, slender yet maturely full, more toned than the average Chinese woman, with larger breasts and a more robust bottom. Thick chestnut pubic hair formed an inverted triangle from her lower abdomen to her thighs.
I said they were fine, and I'd take them to see them tomorrow. Amy was a little uneasy, saying, "Isn't there a need to rush?" I said, "I'll have to make it clear to them sooner or later; sooner is better than later."
I added that they had actually regretted their attitude back then, and I told Amy about the time I returned to China because my father was seriously ill.
Dinner was three dishes and a soup, which the mother and son ate with relish, indicating that the food at the quarantine hotel wasn't very good.
Amy asked why China was still so strict with its controls. Morocco wasn't so strict anymore; as far as she knew, North African countries, as well as Spain and many European countries, had all relaxed their restrictions and were operating normally.
As I put food in little Ahmed's bowl, I explained to her that our country has its own unique circumstances, so the controls are stricter and have lasted longer.
The little guy couldn't use chopsticks, so he could only eat with a spoon, and he spoke Arabic the moment he opened his mouth. I asked Amy if I hadn't taught him Chinese. Amy said, "Of course I have! I've been teaching him Chinese since he started babbling, but because there's no Chinese-speaking environment, he's not used to speaking Chinese yet. He'll get used to it after staying here for a while."
“Zhongyan, how about we give him a Chinese name? We can’t have him go to kindergarten and school here with the Arabic name Ahmed-bin-Zhongyan, can we?” Amyni said.
I thought for a moment and said, “How about Chen Si’ai? Chen Zhongyan misses Amyni. I’ve missed you so much all these years back in China.”
“Okay, Chen Si’ai is a good name.” Amyni smiled at me.
She stroked her son’s head and said, “Little Si’ai, you have a Chinese name now. You can go to school and play with Chinese children from now on.”
That night, I spent the joy and warmth of Amyni and her son’s arrival, as well as the guilt I felt towards Li Meishan.
While my son was asleep, Amyni and I made love again.
As I was slapping Amyni’s peach-shaped buttocks from behind (I have to say, Caucasian women’s buttocks are more satisfying, round, firm, and perky), my phone on the bedside table beeped with a WeChat notification.
I looked and saw it was a message from Li Meishan. She asked if I was asleep. How did it go with my friends?
Guilt and unease washed over me, and I unconsciously slowed my thrusting. The prone Amy stopped moaning, turned her head, and murmured, "Honey, why did you slow down?"
So I focused and continued thrusting until Amy reached orgasm.
After I ejaculated, Amy nestled in my arms and asked, "Zhongyan, why are you so distracted today? Is something wrong?"
I said nothing was wrong; I was so happy and blessed that you and our son were here with me.
She then asked if I was truly single now, and if I was, I had to tell her the truth. She said she was content just being able to spend these next few days with her and our son.
I hugged her and said, "I have no one else. You and our son are my everything."
The next day, I took Amy to the mobile phone store and got a domestic SIM card using my ID card. Then I took the mother and son to my parents' house.
Although my parents, especially my mother, had previously strongly opposed my relationship with Amy, what could they say now that Amy had brought their grandson to China to see me?
My mother excitedly hugged Amy and tears streamed down her face. My father held his beautiful mixed-race grandson, overjoyed.
"Auntie, thank you!" Amy said through tears.
My mother wiped away her tears and cried herself, saying, "Child, why are you still calling me 'Auntie'? Shouldn't you change your address?"
In our family, my mother's word is law. Her words were tantamount to confirming Amy's status as our daughter-in-law.
"Thank you, Mom..." Amy cried again with joy.
I watched this scene from the side and breathed a sigh of relief.

18.
And so, Amy and Chen Si'ai settled in with me. She took care of my daily life, and what used to be a home for one person became a home for three.
Amy had downloaded WeChat and various lifestyle and travel apps on her phone. She was already fluent in Chinese (her Mandarin was more standard than the average Chengdu resident) and extremely knowledgeable about Chinese culture. Now, with all this, except for her appearance, she was indistinguishable from an ordinary Chinese person.
I told her to take Chen Si'ai to play with other Chinese children her age in the neighborhood or park when she had free time, to help him get used to speaking Chinese and prepare him for kindergarten.
Just as I was figuring out how to tell Li Meishan about this, the National Day holiday had just ended when Li Meishan called me, saying her grandmother was suddenly feeling unwell and kept thinking about her son, asking if I could go to the nursing home.
Without hesitation, I rushed to the nursing home. When I met Li Meishan, she looked worried, saying her grandmother had felt unwell since waking up that morning. The nursing home doctor examined her and suspected she had caught a cold, prescribed some medicine, and then the staff called her over.
When Li Meishan arrived, she asked the nursing home to take her to the hospital, but her grandmother refused, saying she was fine, just missing her son terribly, so she called me over.
Li Meishan and I went into the old lady's room. She was lying in bed and was very happy to see me. She asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and talk to her.
She held my hand and talked non-stop. She was unusually talkative that day, as if she wanted to tell me everything about me (actually, her son) from childhood to adulthood.
I had no idea about Li Meishan's father's life, so I could only go along with what the old lady was saying or respond with "uh-huhs." Li Meishan also helped me deal with her grandmother.
In the evening, the old lady ate some porridge and said she was tired and wanted to rest for a while.
After the old lady fell asleep, Li Meishan accompanied me out of the nursing home, saying she would stay in her grandmother's room to keep her company that night. I told her to contact me if anything happened.
"Meishan, that day..." I mustered up my courage and wanted to tell her about Aimei and my son.
Li Meishan smiled slightly and interrupted me, "It's alright, you have friends coming back from abroad! You need to spend more time with them and you also have work to do, I understand. Besides, I don't have anything else to trouble you with besides Grandma's situation, so don't worry about it."
Seeing her say this, and considering her current concern for Grandma's health, I swallowed back the words I was about to say.
I repeatedly told her to take good care of Grandma and to contact me immediately if anything happened. She agreed and saw me to my car.
That evening, Li Meishan called me again, saying that Grandma might not make it...
When I arrived at the nursing home, the ambulance had already arrived, and the paramedics pronounced the old lady dead on the spot. Li Meishan collapsed onto Grandma's body and wept uncontrollably, then nestled in my arms and cried incessantly. I had never seen her so grief-stricken, and my heart ached terribly.
This was only a week after I took Grandma out for the National Day holiday. At that time, I had told Li Meishan that as long as Grandma was alive, her home was still there. Now that her grandmother is gone, and her mother is far away in Australia, she truly has no home in Chengdu.
If possible, I could give her everything, provide her with a safe haven, but I am powerless now. I feel that God has been too cruel to this girl.
Soon, the hearse arrived, and I drove Li Meishan to the funeral home with her. I then meticulously arranged the funeral and comforted Li Meishan.
After everything was settled, Li Meishan said she had caused me too much trouble and told me to go home and rest. I said that since the old lady considered me her own son until her death, then I was her own son. Now that the old lady has passed away, it is my duty as her son to see her off and handle her funeral arrangements.
Li Meishan asked me to stay; immersed in grief, she truly needed someone to help her with these matters.
I called Aimei and told her everything—my interactions with Li Meishan these past few days, and how Li Meishan and I had taken care of the old lady together. Aimei told me to take good care of Li Meishan and not to worry about her and her son.
I stayed with Li Meishan in the mourning hall all night. She cried and said that she shouldn't have gone along with her grandmother's wishes today; she should have taken her to the hospital, and perhaps she wouldn't have died.
She also told me that thankfully, her grandmother passed away peacefully, and that she was happy in the last few days of her life. Yesterday, she heard from the elderly people at the nursing home that her grandmother had been constantly talking about how well her son and granddaughter treated her, talking to her and taking her out to play, and so on.
"Uncle, thank you. The happiest moments of my grandmother's life were given to her by you..."
I thought to myself, the old lady had endured the pain of losing her son for over a decade, yet in her final days, she enjoyed the warmth of her son's company. Although it was all an illusion, she didn't know it, and that was a great comfort.
"Uncle, let's leave it at that. After Grandma's funeral, let's not see each other again."
Li Meishan's words surprised me greatly. She then told me that after receiving the phone call that day, seeing my hurried manner, she had already guessed who I was going to see. So after I dropped her off at the entrance of her apartment complex, she took a taxi and followed me until she witnessed me meeting with Amy and my son.
"Is that mixed-race little boy your son?" she asked.
I had no choice but to tell her everything. She smiled and said, "Don't feel guilty. You just made a choice a man has to make."
I didn't know what to say, and after a moment of silence, I said, "I didn't know they were coming. I didn't even know I had a son before. That day..."
I was referring to the day I gave her the necklace and kissed her in the car. If it weren't for Amy and her son's long journey to visit me, we would be together now. It was all fate.
She looked at me and smiled, "It's okay, we're all adults, don't take it to heart... Besides, I'll keep wearing the necklace."
The next day, I informed Zhao Lin, who said she would come with Cui Taihao later that afternoon. I said I was just letting them know, and if they were busy, they shouldn't come; I would convey their good wishes.
Zhao Lin said that we had all been there for the old lady in her final days, and we should see her off on her final journey.
Many people came to the funeral hall that day, including relatives of Li Meishan's grandparents, her friends and colleagues, as well as her classmates, friends, and colleagues. Her former workplace also sent people to pay their respects and offer condolences. The funeral was quite lively, ensuring that the old lady did not pass away in loneliness.
The girl named Zhang Mi also came, and she and I busied ourselves helping Li Meishan with the arrangements and receptions. Li Meishan was overwhelmed with grief and unable to cope. Many people were curious about my identity, as most of the guests knew the old lady had no children, and Li Meishan's relatives knew she didn't have such a relative.
When asked by busybodies, Li Meishan explained that she had asked me to impersonate her grandmother's son during her final days, and now I was seeing her off on her final journey.
Even so, people still had many suspicions about my relationship with Li Meishan.
Amy called me again, asking about the funeral arrangements, and I gave her a brief overview.
"Zhongyan, I also wanted to come and see. After all, I met that girl once at the Brussels airport that year. Since she's a very important friend of yours, I wanted to come and say goodbye to her grandmother," Amy said on the phone.
I thought to myself, she must be sincere; she's a woman of great loyalty and affection. Of course, within this sincerity, there might also have been her selfish thoughts as a woman. She worried that in this particular situation, I wouldn't be able to control my emotions in the face of Li Meishan's loneliness and pitiful state.
"Don't worry, I'll send my son to my parents first and then come over. Send me the address on WeChat..."
I couldn't refuse and did as Aimani asked.

19.
Li Meishan didn't feel abrupt or repulsed by Aimani's arrival; she even accepted Aimani's hug.
Upon seeing Li Meishan, Aimani's inner vulnerability brought tears to her eyes, and she embraced Li Meishan.
"Sister Aimani, thank you for coming to see Grandma off," Li Meishan murmured.
Aimani hugged the girl who made her feel so sorry for her and comforted her for a few moments. Although they had only crossed paths once before in a foreign land, and hadn't even spoken, Li Meishan, currently grieving, and Aimani, who shared her pain, felt as if they were family.
In the evening, Cui Taihao and Zhao Lin arrived at the mourning hall. Li Meishan burst into tears upon seeing Zhao Lin. These two women, who had once been hostile towards each other because of me but had recently resolved their differences, embraced and wept.
Zhao Lin then comforted Li Meishan for a long time; in her heart, this pitiful girl was no different from family or a sister.
Cui Taihao was quite surprised to see Ai Mai Ni, but he still calmly exchanged nods with her.
Zhao Lin also saw Ai Mai Ni, and her surprise was even greater than Cui Taihao's, but given that they were in the mourning hall, she couldn't ask too many questions, only exchanging a few pleasantries with Ai Mai Ni.
Later, Zhao Lin found an opportunity and, along with Cui Taihao, called me outside the mourning hall, asking what had happened. When I first returned to China, they already knew about Ai Mai Ni's situation in Morocco.
I told them everything, and the couple sighed deeply. Zhao Lin said that Ai Mai Ni was truly devoted to me, and I certainly couldn't abandon her and her child, but Li Meishan was so pitiful.
Cui Taihao said there was nothing he could do about it; it was just fate playing tricks.
"Sigh!" Zhao Lin sighed, "If only it were like in ancient times, you could marry both of them."
Cui Taihao told her not to talk nonsense, but she said she was just sighing out of helplessness. Did he really expect Zhongyan to marry two women?
From day to night, relatives of Li Meishan played cards in the mourning hall, setting up three mahjong tables. This was a tradition in the Sichuan-Chongqing region for funerals. Some families would hire people to sing and dance, hire Taoist priests to play games, and even have professional mourners to wail on behalf of the family—a so-called "joyful funeral."
As funerals were mostly concentrated in various funeral homes, the singing, dancing, and mourning wailing decreased, but mahjong was still indispensable. Otherwise, why would people stay up all night to keep vigil for the deceased?
These relatives of Li Meishan, who rarely interacted with the Li family, were very enthusiastic and proactive now. After all, there were cards to play, meals at set times, tea, snacks, and cigarettes provided, and even people running around serving them—why not?
Of everyone in the room, only Cui Taihao, Zhao Lin, Ai Mai Ni, Zhang Mi, and I were truly saddened for Li Meishan and wholeheartedly devoted to the funeral arrangements.
Li Meishan hadn't originally intended to notify the relatives; they weren't usually in contact, so why trouble them now? She only notified one relative with a relatively good relationship with her grandmother, and she hadn't expected so many people to come.
However, Chinese people value a joyous funeral, and with so many people in the mourning hall, it was lively and not too desolate. Let's just consider them keeping vigil for the old lady.
Around 9 PM, Zhang Mi said goodbye and left; she had to go to work early the next morning. I told Cui Taihao and Zhao Lin to go home and rest as well, but the couple decided to stay and keep vigil for the old lady and attend her funeral the next morning to send her off on her final journey.
This couple were both kind and compassionate people; it was truly worthwhile to have crossed paths with them in my life.
At midnight, the four of us accompanied Li Meishan downstairs to the designated place to burn paper money for the old lady.
Li Meishan, tears streaming down her face, murmured between sobs, "Dad, Grandpa... Grandma is going to your place too. She's never been there before and doesn't know the way, and she's not mentally sharp. You must pick her up, don't let her get lost..."
Zhao Lin and Ai Meni, the two women, burst into tears, and even Cui Taihao and I, two grown men, couldn't help but shed tears.
She lost her father when she was young, and having a mother was practically meaningless; she had always depended on her grandparents. Now, her three closest relatives were gone, and she had no one to confide in about her sorrow.
In the middle of the night, Ai Meni called me outside the mourning hall and said that Li Meishan was too pitiful, and suggested that she take her son back to Morocco to be with me and Li Meishan. At least she and her son had a large family in Morocco, so they wouldn't be lonely. But Li Meishan was different…
Regardless of whether she meant what she said, was testing me, or a combination of both, I got angry immediately. I said fiercely, "Don't even think about it! Don't even think about taking my son away! You and your son are staying in Chengdu for the rest of your lives. You're not allowed to go anywhere, or I'll make you pay!"
Aimei was a little frightened and said through tears, "Honey, don't be so mean! I feel sorry for that girl.
" I said, "Feeling sorry for her is one thing, but what you just said is another. Can you balance things like this? Can you even balance it?"
She quickly said, "Honey, don't be angry. I was wrong. I won't say those things again." Only then did I stop and comfort her gently.
The next morning, when the old lady's body was pushed into the blast furnace on the conveyor belt, Li Meishan almost fainted in Zhao Lin's arms. Zhao Lin held Li Meishan, tears streaming down her face. We were all moved to tears.
After the cremation, the four of us accompanied Li Meishan to the cemetery to escort her ashes to be buried in the same grave as her grandfather. The day after her passing, I helped Li Meishan contact the cemetery and arrange the burial.
On the tombstone, next to her grandfather's portrait was her grandmother's portrait, and next to her grandfather's name and dates of birth and death were her grandmother's names and dates of birth and death.
The inscription read: Filial son: Li Zhiqiang, Granddaughter: Li Meishan. However, Li Zhiqiang's name was highlighted, indicating that he was deceased.
Now, only Li Meishan remained of this family, a sight that evoked deep sorrow.
When we parted that day, we comforted and encouraged Li Meishan to be strong, and to ask us for anything she needed; even though her grandmother was gone, we were her family. Li Meishan tearfully agreed.
In the days that followed, I didn't see Li Meishan again and could only learn about her situation through Nier. Nier said that the teacher's emotions were relatively stable, and she was still teaching them diligently and interacting with the students as before.
Life goes on. Amy and I got our marriage certificate, which granted her long-term residency in China, and we registered it at the Moroccan Embassy in China so our marriage would also be legally valid in Morocco.
Our son, Chen Si'ai (Arabic name: Ahmed bin Zhongyan), also started kindergarten, receiving preschool education alongside Chinese children his age.
To provide a better living environment for my son and me, I bought a new house outright. Our design institute has been doing well these past few years, and I've been in charge of several projects, so my income is decent.
This is actually my second house; the one I received in my first divorce settlement with Zhao Lin is the one we live in now. After decades of living, I've finally made something of myself, owning two houses in Chengdu outright.
As time went by, Amy began to miss her daughter. Although she didn't want this daughter she had with that scoundrel Hassan, and although she was nominally only her daughter's aunt, she was still her own flesh and blood, the child she carried for ten months.
I understood that she hadn't just started missing her daughter now; she just hadn't shown it yet. What mother doesn't miss her child?
Once, I even heard her call her daughter's name—Nahid—in her sleep.
So I suggested to Amy that we bring our daughter to China to be cared for. With my current income (our design institute implemented a contract responsibility system after restructuring; each business unit distributes its profits independently after paying the institute's share. For the past two years, as the head of one of these business units, I've earned several hundred thousand yuan annually), supporting Chen Si'ai and Nahid wouldn't be a problem. After all, I don't need to support Ni'er.
Amy politely declined my suggestion. She said that since her daughter had already been adopted by her older brother and Xiguli, there was no reason to take her back. Let her live there! Besides, her father, after his daughter and grandson left Morocco, would be even more reluctant and wouldn't agree to let this granddaughter (actually a grandson's daughter) come to China.
She comforted me, saying she knew I felt sorry for her; after all, she was her niece, and we would see her many times in the future. After the pandemic ends, we'll take Chen Si'ai to Morocco to see our daughter.
Early winter has arrived. One day, a colleague called me and said, "Engineer Chen, you're trending on social media."
I thought he was joking, but it really was. My colleague forwarded the post to me; the title was "Middle-aged male parent and young female homeroom teacher stroll intimately together."
I immediately felt a sense of foreboding...

(To be continued)

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