My stunningly beautiful 29-year-old female boss (107-111)

107.
During that time, An Xiaomin told me she wanted to pursue a postdoctoral degree in Ireland.
Actually, before that, a renowned international scholar in Ireland had shown great interest in and appreciation for several of An Xiaomin's English papers on biomedicine published in authoritative international academic journals.
This scholar was a professor at University College Dublin and her postdoctoral supervisor. He invited An Xiaomin to conduct research and pursue a postdoctoral degree under his guidance, offering a generous salary.
An Xiaomin had previously declined the scholar's invitation, but now, having lost her baby and possibly her fertility, she changed her mind.
An Xiaomin said that Professor Horton was an international authority in biomedicine, and his invitation to pursue a postdoctoral degree under his guidance was a rare opportunity for her; she was only in her forties and eager to further her education.
It was only then that I understood what a postdoctoral fellowship was. A postdoctoral fellowship refers to a work or research experience, not an academic degree. Only those with a doctoral degree are qualified to conduct postdoctoral research, but not every doctoral graduate has the opportunity to become a postdoctoral fellow; only the elite among doctoral graduates can achieve this. A PhD with postdoctoral experience undoubtedly elevates their qualifications and work capabilities to a higher level.
I know what this means for An Xiaomin; she may stand at the pinnacle of her professional field in China.
As a woman, An Xiaomin's ambition is exceptionally strong. Although she has already been promoted to full professor, she feels it's far from enough. In China, university professorships are divided into seven levels: levels one to four are full professors, levels five to seven are associate professors, and the vast majority of those holding the title of full professor are actually level four professors—the entry-level.
Of course, I only learned this from An Xiaomin; otherwise, how would I know? An Xiaomin is currently a level three professor, already ahead of most university professors, but she is still not satisfied and wants to continue climbing the academic and professional ladder. Although pursuing a postdoctoral degree
doesn't necessarily correlate with future professional title evaluation, it's certainly a valuable learning experience for An Xiaomin.
I asked her how long she planned to stay there. She said about a year and a half. I then asked if the university supported her taking such a long leave of absence. She said it wouldn't be a big problem; the school has always encouraged young and middle-aged teachers to improve themselves, which is also a good thing for the school.
Despite my reluctance, I paused for a moment and said, "I support you. Don't worry about your family; I'll take good care of Mom and Dad and Tingting."
An Xiaomin smiled sweetly, "I'm not going alone. If you'd like, you can come with me..."
She then told me that each postdoctoral researcher has a dependent visa, so visas wouldn't be a problem.
But I had to hesitate. This trip would last a year and a half. Although Uncle An and Aunt Zhuang were only in their sixties and in good health, Tangtang had Mr. and Mrs. Sui to take care of her, and Chen Youting was an adult with a boyfriend to protect her, what about the company?
“Xingyan, you’ve run this company so diligently for so long, and you’ve done right by Jinglei. Actually, I don’t think you’re suited to be a businesswoman. With your personality and talent, you’re more suited to be a writer. I hope you can settle down and focus on writing. Now that you’re gaining fame in the domestic literary scene, you should continue to create new and good works…”
An Xiaomin’s words touched me deeply. I also wanted to be with her day and night, writing in a quiet place. Moreover, I had found inspiration and material again during this time, making it the perfect time for creation.
So I sold the company for over ten million yuan. I decided not to take a single penny of the money for myself. Ten million yuan went to Sui’s parents, and the remaining two or three million went to Li Jiaqi’s mother and brother. The latter accepted this distribution plan under the coordination of both parties’ lawyers.
Sui’s parents said that they both had pensions, and Sui Jinglei’s previous inheritance of several million yuan had all gone to them. They weren’t short of money, and they couldn’t possibly take this money.
The elderly couple also said that the company had always been mine, and besides, it would have been gone long ago if I hadn't taken it over; it was simply returning to its rightful owner. They added that Jiaqi and Jinglei had also expressed the same sentiment before their deaths.
I explained that I took over the company purely to help Jinglei, and I had already received my
due salary; I wouldn't change my initial intention. Furthermore, I wasn't doing this to buy out anything; we were still family. After much persuasion, I transferred ten million yuan to their account and instructed them not to tell anyone, including relatives and friends, about this money, or the previous several million, and not to invest it recklessly, such as buying property.
I thought that their lives had been too tragic, and perhaps this money would be a comfort in their later years.
They told me they wanted to return to Xi'an, as it was their hometown, and they also wanted to transfer Tangtang to Xi'an for school.
I agreed, saying that no matter where Tangtang was or where I was, he would always be my son.
An Xiaomin, after learning about this, thought I had done the right thing; the money from selling the company should belong to the elderly couple.
I laughed self-deprecatingly. I used to own a company with assets worth tens of millions, and now I'm penniless again. An Xiaomin said, "I love you even when you have nothing. It's okay, I have money. Follow me from now on." I said, "Okay! I'll carry your bags and shoes for you from now on."
Of course, I wasn't a penniless pauper. I had helped Sui Jinglei run her company for two and a half years, and as the general manager, I received a salary of over one million yuan. The royalties and copyright fees from my book, "By the River," brought me another two million yuan in revenue.
Before the Spring Festival in 2022, Sui's parents took Li Suitang back to Xi'an, which had just been unsealed (due to the pandemic lockdown). After the Spring Festival, An Xiaomin and I went to Ireland.
Before leaving, An Xiaomin went to the hair salon and cut her hair short, growing out a beautiful medium-short hairstyle. This new hairstyle added a touch of heroic spirit to her existing beauty.
That day, I went to the hair salon to pick up Ahn Hyo-min, who had just finished her haircut. I saw the young, effeminate male hairstylist admiring his work, his hands on Ahn Hyo-min's shoulders, leaning over and exclaiming in a high-pitched voice, "Perfect! Sis, you look so beautiful!"
The Republic of Ireland is located in Western Europe, an island nation surrounded by sea on three sides (bordering Northern Ireland of the United Kingdom to the north), and a highly developed capitalist country. The capital is Dublin, and the official language is English, but Irish is also widely spoken.
University College Dublin is Ireland's premier institution of higher learning and one of Europe's most prestigious universities, with its origins dating back to the 16th century, boasting over 500 years of history.
We rented a two-story house on the outskirts of Dublin, nestled by a lake and surrounded by forest. Although it was several miles from University College Dublin, Ahn Hyo-min said the scenery was beautiful and the environment perfect for my writing.
We had a large dog and bought three cars: a second-hand Audi A6 Avant and two bicycles. As a Commonwealth country, Ireland has right-hand drive and drives on the left. It took some getting used to at first, but I quickly adapted.
And so, An Xiaomin began her postdoctoral career, and I started writing my new book, *Jiangcheng Past*, still set in Wanzhou, a small city on the Yangtze River.
The environment here is wonderful; An Xiaomin goes for a morning run almost every day. Every day, I prepare breakfast, and after our run, we eat together. She drives to the university, while I sit in my study or on the terrace, where I can see lawns, trees, and the azure lake, sipping coffee and writing on my laptop. When I get
tired, I take the dog for a walk in the forest or along the lake. If we want to go further, we go on a bike ride.
Before An Xiaomin gets home from work, I prepare our dinner.
Late at night, we look at the stars on the terrace, or make love on the terrace or in the bedroom, accompanied by the sound of the trees, bringing An Xiaomin, who is moaning softly, to orgasm…
Ireland is a typical British country with beautiful scenery, but it's very small, even smaller than Chongqing. In our free time or on holidays, we would drive around with our dog, experiencing the country's captivating British charm.
During this time, An Xiaomin frequently contacted An Xiaomei. Since last November, An Xiaomei had resumed her position as the general manager of the Guangzhou branch of the Chaoyue Group. She and Zhao Ziming lived in Guangzhou and Shenzhen respectively, becoming a weekend couple.
Fortunately, the two cities are relatively close, less than an hour by high-speed rail and less than two hours by highway.
An Xiaomin told me that her sister and Zhao Ziming were now very much in love and happy, reassuring me. I could only silently wish them well…
Several months passed in a flash. "Jiangcheng Past Events" was finished and published, and following "On the Riverbank," it also topped the bestseller list. This brought me further reputation and financial gains.
In early July, Chen Youting came to Ireland to reunite with us.
Fortunately, with the adjustment of domestic epidemic prevention measures, she only needed to quarantine for seven days upon returning; otherwise, we really wouldn't have wanted her to go through such a hassle.

108.
That day, as soon as I picked up Chen Youting at the airport, the little girl dropped her suitcase, jumped onto me, hugged my neck, and kissed me.
She's twenty-five this year, and both her figure and appearance have gained a more mature charm; she's now a fashionable and beautiful young woman.
Since An Xiaomin and I went abroad, Chen Youting has let Sun Hao move into her mother's villa, and they've started living together. Our two cars—a Mercedes-Benz GLC SUV and a Mercedes-Benz E300L sedan—are also being used by this couple.
A middle-aged white man, dragging Chen Youting's suitcase, came over and said, "Miss, don't forget your luggage."
He then smiled at me and said, "Sir, your wife is very beautiful."
Chen Youting quickly smiled at him in broken English, "Thank you, goodbye."
"It's alright, I wish you happiness!" The middle-aged white man smiled, said goodbye, and left.
I asked Chen Youting what was going on. She said that after transferring flights in London, she happened to sit next to this Irish man, who struck up a conversation with her. They chatted using Chen Youting's portable translator.
He asked Chen Youting what she was doing in Ireland. She said she was going there to visit her husband who works there. I said, "How can you say anything like that?" Chen Youting laughed heartily.
After bringing Chen Youting home, An Xiaomin had already prepared a welcome meal for her daughter.
The three of them sat at the table, the mother and daughter on one side, and me opposite them.
An Xiaomin asked me to say a few words, so I raised my glass and, under the smiling gaze of the two beautiful women, said, "Welcome to my beautiful and charming daughter, who has traveled so far from China to join us. I wish the three of us a pleasant time in Ireland, thousands of miles away."
"Absolutely!" Chen Youting slapped the table and raised her glass. An
Xiaomin also raised her drink, and the three of them clinked glasses and drank heartily amidst laughter and conversation.
I poured myself another glass of wine, raised it to An Xiaomin, and said, "This glass is for my childhood sweetheart, my wife..."
An Xiaomin smiled at me, and Chen Youting also smiled at us.
"Minmin, I've known you since I can remember. Thank you for your unwavering support and companionship throughout my life..."
"So sentimental!" An Xiaomin laughed, raised her glass and clinked it against mine, and we each drank.
Then I drank with Chen Youting, and smiled at her, "Baby, do you remember our first meeting? It was raining heavily, under the eaves of the newsstand..."
"Hmm, hmm, you even peeked at my butt back then..." Chen Youting laughed mischievously.
She was right; at that time, I didn't know she was my daughter, and I had actually spied on her.
Upon hearing this, I was incredibly embarrassed. An Xiaomin laughed so hard she was shaking, and while laughing, she playfully hit me, "Honey, you're so lecherous! Is this your first meeting gift to our daughter?"
I couldn't help but laugh too. The three of them laughed for a while, then Chen Youting said, "Now it's my turn..."
She raised her glass to me, "Dad, when you appeared in my life, it was like you came riding on a colorful cloud. At that time, I thought, if God wanted me to marry this man, I wouldn't even blink..."
She then turned to her mother and said, "Minmin, don't be jealous of what I'm saying!"
She continued to me, "But it's great that you're my dad, I'm so happy to be your father. I love you, my old man."
"I love you too, darling."
After the father and daughter clinked glasses and drank, Chen Youting began to toast her mother, "Mom, since I was little, you've been my idol, the person I admire most. Whether you were my sister in the past, or later became my mother, I'll always love you the same. Wishing my postdoctoral mom eternal youth and beauty."
"Thank you, daughter!" An Xiaomin smiled and also raised her glass.
The meal was very enjoyable, the family of three immersed in the joy of the gathering.
In the afternoon, I took Chen Youting out for a spring outing. We each rode a bicycle, our Samoyed dog following closely behind.
Arriving at a wetland, the father and daughter got out of the car and pushed it along. The sun was setting, bathing everything in a soft glow, creating a breathtaking scene.
"Wow! It's so beautiful here!" Chen Youting exclaimed.
After walking for a while, they talked about An Xiaomei. Chen Youting asked if I still loved my aunt. I told her that my mother and I were married, and my aunt was also married; I would cherish her forever in my heart.
Chen Youting sighed and asked, "Dad, have you ever thought about living with those two sisters, the three of you together?"
I was stunned, never expecting such a rebellious statement from her…
That evening, An Xiaomin and I went to our neighbor Wilson's house for a party.
Wilson was also a postdoctoral researcher, An Xiaomin's colleague at the postdoctoral research station. His wife had introduced us to this apartment.
An Xiaomin dressed up carefully, wearing a beautiful and elegant dress that subtly revealed her cleavage. I was also wearing an Armani suit and shirt, which I bought three years ago in Shanghai with An Xiaomei for a cocktail party at Mr. Wen's house. I rarely have the opportunity to wear it.
Irish summers are cool enough that wearing a suit in the evening isn't hot at all.
We also brought a decent bottle of red wine and a box of brownies that An Xiaomin had baked that afternoon. I even brought a portable translator.
The Wilsons' house was just across a small grove of trees from our house, only a few steps away.
Mrs. Wilson opened the door for us. As soon as the door opened, we heard loud music and voices coming from inside.
Mrs. Wilson was a blonde woman in her thirties, quite beautiful, with a voluptuous figure and a very deep cleavage.
"Hi! An, welcome..." Mrs. Wilson smiled and kissed An Xiaomin on the cheek, one cheek to the other.
Then she kissed me on the cheek, her large, exposed breasts almost touching my body. "Chen, welcome."
I had been in Ireland for a few months, and I had also crammed some English before leaving the country. I had been studying it ever since I arrived in Ireland, so I could understand about 80-90% of the basic conversations and could manage to say a few words myself.
The living room was packed with people. Some were dancing, swaying and bobbing to the music, while others chatted and drank in small groups. The table was laden with various drinks and a sumptuous spread of food.
The gatherings of Europeans and Americans were vastly different from those of us in China. In China, we drink, eat, and play mahjong—a common practice across the country. Europeans and Americans, on the other hand, enjoyed buffets, conversation, and dancing.
Wilson, in his forties, wearing glasses and balding, greeted us warmly.
“Hi! An…” a young Black man in his thirties greeted An Xiaomin.
His name was Lewis, and he was also An Xiaomin's colleague at the postdoctoral research station. However, due to his limited qualifications, he wasn't a postdoctoral researcher, but just a regular staff member.
I heard An Xiaomin say that some master's students often worked at the postdoctoral research station, assisting postdoctoral researchers by organizing materials and data, collecting literature, etc., without pay, only receiving a small service fee. But such experience was highly beneficial for their future pursuits, whether for doctoral studies or job hunting.
Lewis greeted me again, "Hi! Chen..."
"Hi! Xiaomin, it's nice to meet you." A tall, middle-aged man walked over and embraced An Xiaomin.
He was Horton, her postdoctoral supervisor and an internationally renowned scholar. He was in his fifties, over 1.9 meters tall, while An Xiaomin, nearly 1.7 meters tall, looked petite next to him. Horton also greeted me.
Having been here accompanying her for several months, I knew many people at the postdoctoral station.
Most of the people attending the gathering tonight were from academia, along with their families and friends. An Xiaomin knew some, and some she didn't.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment..." Horton clapped his hands a few times, the music stopped abruptly, and the people dancing and chatting ceased.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me, on behalf of our hosts tonight, to introduce our two distinguished guests..."
Horton, a highly respected figure among the group, began introducing An Xiaomin and me. "This very beautiful lady is Dr. An Xiaomin, a scientist from China..."
He began by clapping, smiling at An Xiaomin as he did so. The crowd joined in the applause.

An
Xiaomin placed her hand on her cleavage and smiled, bowing slightly to the crowd a few times.
Then Horton introduced me, "This is Dr. An's husband..."
He momentarily forgot my surname and looked at An Xiaomin for clarification. An Xiaomin quickly replied that her surname was Chen. Horton then addressed the crowd, "This is Dr. An's husband, Mr. Chen. Oh, by the way..."
Horton looked at An Xiaomin again, "I remember you told me that your husband is a bestselling author, is that right?"
An Xiaomin smiled and nodded. Applause erupted again, and I bowed slightly in all directions.
Then the music restarted, some danced, some chatted, and Ahn Hyo-min gracefully chatted and laughed with the various men and women. Her
English proficiency was undeniable, given that she could publish papers in authoritative international academic journals.
She was so charming and elegant, already a beautiful sight at the party, and with Horton's endorsement earlier, she naturally became the center of attention.
Horton pulled me aside to talk, and I used a portable translator to communicate with him. He was almost a head taller than me, who was 1.75 meters tall, so he leaned slightly forward. "Chen, you know what? You're an incredibly lucky guy. You have such a wonderful wife! She has a beautiful appearance..."
He pointed to his head, "and an extremely intelligent mind. As her mentor, I like her very much, and frankly, I don't want her to go back to China. I hope to continue working with your wife. Believe me, if Xiaomin stays here, she might even have a chance to win the Nobel Prize..."
Listening to Horton's words, I glanced at An Xiaomin, who was chatting and laughing with others, and thought to myself, what did I, Chen Xingyan, do to deserve such an outstanding woman?
"Chen, are you listening to me?" Horton's words pulled me back to reality.
"Thank you, Horton. I think Xiaomin will seriously consider your suggestion. Now I need to go to the restroom, excuse me," I said with a smile.
To be honest, I didn't really want to talk to Horton. First, there was the language barrier, and second, this old man was too subjective.
Since the downstairs guest bathroom was already occupied, I went upstairs to a bedroom, only to find Lewis, the black man, having sex with Mrs. Wilson in the bathroom.
"Oh my god, baby, fuck me..." Mrs. Wilson, a blonde woman, was lying on the sink, moaning loudly as she repeatedly thrust her large, almost full-size buttocks back and forth, responding to Lewis's assault.
Lewis, while penetrating her from behind, was slapping her buttocks, muttering, "Hey, bitch, your ass feels so good! Do you like me fucking your ass? Do you really like me fucking your ass? You slutty bitch..."
The noise they were making was quite loud, but the loud music downstairs drowned it all out. If I hadn't come up, who in this house would have known that the lady of the house was having an affair with her husband's colleague? I immediately left quietly.
I never imagined that Wilson loved his wife so much, and the two were so affectionate. I often saw them walking their dog together. Yet, Wilson's wife was having an affair with her husband's colleague, even offering herself to him.
That night, when I got home, I thought about telling An Xiaomin that I had witnessed Lewis and Wilson's affair, but then I thought better of it. Why let her know about her colleague's dirty laundry?
The words Chen Youting had spoken to me that afternoon by the wetlands flashed through my mind again…
The next day, I sat on the terrace writing the script for the TV series "By the River." A producer had decided to adapt my novel into a TV series, with me personally writing the script.
I set daily work targets for myself, and the script was already more than half finished.
Not far away on the lawn, Chen Youting, in a bikini, stood by the lake, showing off her stunning figure, striking various poses for An Xiaomin to take pictures of her with her DSLR camera.
"The water's cold this morning, don't go in! Be careful not to catch a cold," An Xiaomin reminded her daughter as she took the pictures.
But Chen Youting still went into the water. With such clear, azure lake water, and her bikini on, how could she not enjoy a swim?
"Dad..." Chen Youting splashed around in the water, waving at me.
I smiled and waved back. An Xiaomin turned and took a picture of me, then pointed the lens at Chen Youting and pressed the shutter repeatedly.
Looking at these two women I love, I smiled slightly, inwardly marveling at the beauty of life and thanking God for all of this.
I took a sip of coffee and continued typing on my laptop.
Just then, I heard An Xiaomin ask, "Tingting, what's wrong?"
Looking up, I saw Chen Youting lying on the lawn vomiting, and An Xiaomin was kneeling beside her, rubbing her back. I was startled and ran over.
"It's okay, I'm fine..." Chen Youting gasped, touching her cleavage.
"Did you eat something bad?" I asked.
"Oh dear! What do you know?" An Xiaomin rolled her eyes at me, then asked her daughter, "How long has it been since you had your period?"
Chen Youting had told her mother, and An Xiaomin and I couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.
I went out and bought a pregnancy test, and Chen Youting tested positive. Considering what had happened to Chen Youting before, although it hadn't been confirmed by a hospital examination, it was practically a done deal.
An Xiaomin was quite angry that her daughter was pregnant after only dating her boyfriend for about half a year, not even at the point of discussing marriage.
She asked her daughter what they planned to do. Chen Youting said, "Since I'm pregnant, I'll just have the baby!" An Xiaomin said, "You two aren't married yet, how can you have a baby?" Chen Youting retorted, "Then let's get married!"
This infuriated An Xiaomin. Although Chen Youting wasn't young anymore, she hadn't worked for a year, and whether she would ever find a job was uncertain. Sun Hao had just started his business and wasn't stable yet; it wasn't the right time for them to consider marriage.
The mother and daughter started arguing, and I quickly intervened.
An Xiaomin sat in the room sulking, and I comforted her for a while. She asked me, "Do you think this daughter is ours?" I laughed and said, "Of course she is!" She said, "How can you be so heartless? You don't even think before you act!"
She also said that ever since Chen Youting entered the An family, she's changed a lot. She's not as obedient and sensible as before, and she's become lazy and gluttonous. Especially after this incident, if it weren't for the fact that she'd wronged her for over twenty years, she would have slapped her across the face.
I hugged An Xiaomin and comforted her, saying, "People change with their environment. No matter how bad our daughter is, she's still our child. Besides, that girl isn't as bad as you say."
An Xiaomin finally calmed down and gave her daughter two choices: either abort the child or get married as soon as possible.
Chen Youting chose to get married. An Xiaomin said, "We might not be able to come back for your wedding!
After all, marriage is a big deal. The earliest the wedding can be is during the National Day holiday this year. It's not a holiday in Ireland then, and we'll have to quarantine for seven days if we go back, so it will be difficult to attend.
" "It's okay! Grandpa, Uncle, and Aunt will be there to see me off," Chen Youting said with a carefree laugh.
“You naughty girl, you’re so annoying!” An Xiaomin wiped away her tears with her back to her daughter.
Chen Youting hugged her mother from behind, giggling, “No matter how annoying I am, I’m still your and Chen Xingyan’s own child!”
She kissed her mother on the cheek. The mother and daughter made up.
I felt a mix of emotions thinking that I was only forty-four and An Xiaomin was only forty-two, and we were about to become father-in-law and mother-in-law.
Chen Youting stayed in Ireland for almost a month, and not long after she returned to China, the script for the TV series “By the River” was completed.
The script fee and adaptation rights fee were quite substantial, and there would be a ratings bonus after it aired. My two previous books—“By the River” and “Jiangcheng Past”—had already brought me considerable profits.
An Xiaomin’s advice to focus on writing was definitely right.
On National Day that year, Chen Youting and Sun Hao held their wedding as scheduled. The two got married because Chen Youting was pregnant; she was already three months along.
An Xiaodong accompanied his niece down the aisle and placed her hand in the groom's.
After the wedding, the newlyweds continued to live in An Xiaomin's villa. Sun Hao also had his mother move in to help care for Chen Youting during her pregnancy, and to continue helping with childcare after the baby was born.

110.
Time flew by, and the Qatar World Cup arrived.
Besides Messi and Argentina's victory, which thrilled countless Chinese fans, the packed stadiums at each match opened the eyes of many Chinese people accustomed to obedience, allowing them to finally see the world. After the World Cup
, An Xiaomin and I originally planned to return to China during the Christmas-New Year holidays, staying until after the Spring Festival before returning to Ireland. However, due to the widespread outbreak of the epidemic after the lifting of lockdowns in China, many people tested positive, so we had to abandon our plan.
We prayed that our relatives in China would escape this ordeal, especially Chen Youting, who was pregnant. We hoped she wouldn't get infected, otherwise we wouldn't dare take any medication and would have to tough it out. During
that time, An Xiaomin called her family every day to inquire about their situation. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Our relatives were infected one after another, including Chen Youting.
An Xiaomin was frantic and cried, wishing she could fly back to China immediately. I was also very worried. I told her, "What's the point of going back? You'll just get infected too."
Fortunately, the outbreak quickly passed, and our relatives all recovered, which relieved us. With
the Spring Festival approaching, and taking advantage of the break between the autumn and spring semesters at Irish universities, An Xiaomin and I temporarily entrusted our dog to the Wilsons and embarked on our journey back to China.
The night we arrived in Chongqing, Sun Hao picked us up at the airport, calling us "Dad" and "Mom" so affectionately.
Although An Xiaomin and I had already processed this beforehand, we still exchanged glances, both thinking to ourselves, "Are we really going to be the parents-in-law of a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old man?"
I once told An Xiaomin that we should let nature take its course. Besides, Tingting isn't young anymore; she'll be twenty-six this year. Do we really have to wait until we're both over fifty and she's over thirty before considering having children? We're just too young; Tingting shouldn't have to bear the blame.
Back at An Xiaomin's villa, Sun Hao's parents had already prepared dinner and were waiting for us.
This was the first time An Xiaomin and I had met our in-laws. Sun Hao's parents were ordinary workers from Dazhou. His father was fifty-nine, and his mother was well into her fifties, much older than us.
His mother had been laid off years ago and opened a small restaurant. After reaching retirement age, she stopped working, which is why she had time to come and take care of her pregnant daughter-in-law. His father had only arrived a few days ago; they would be returning to their hometown for the Lunar New Year before New Year's Eve.
His mother kept saying that An Xiaomin and I looked so young. Indeed, although I'm forty-five this year, I look like I'm only in my early forties, and An Xiaomin, at forty-two years and four months, gives the impression of being in her thirties, seemingly a generation younger than the couple.
Sun's mother kept praising An Xiaomin's figure, saying she and Tingting looked like sisters.
The two in-laws were very hospitable, busily arranging for us to eat. We said we'd already eaten on the plane, but Sun's mother insisted we eat some more! How could airplane food compare to home-cooked meals?
It was clear this simple, middle-aged couple felt quite inferior, even somewhat obsequious, towards my status as a well-known writer and An Xiaomin as a university professor and postdoctoral researcher.
An Xiaomin, to maintain her figure, usually ate very little for dinner, and now she absolutely refused to eat anything more. To avoid embarrassing or making the couple suspicious, I had to eat alone, since they had prepared such a large meal.
Chen Youting was already over seven months pregnant, her belly quite large. Although An Xiaomin had previously been somewhat dissatisfied and heartbroken that her daughter had become pregnant after only dating her boyfriend for a few months, she was now overjoyed to see her daughter's pregnant belly.
Women, after all, have an innate maternal instinct, even An Xiaomin, a postdoctoral researcher, was no exception.
The mother and daughter sat hand in hand on the sofa, chatting incessantly, their conversation naturally revolving around the baby in her womb. An Xiaomin, having given birth to two children herself, offered her daughter advice and tips on what to be mindful of.
While I ate, I exchanged pleasantries with my in-laws, while Sun Hao served An Xiaomin and me tea and water, and peeled fruit for Chen Youting—very considerate and attentive.
This was understandable; when he married Chen Youting, his family only contributed him, while everything else—the house, the car—was provided by her family. Even the wedding expenses were paid by her uncle, so naturally, they had to keep a low profile.
Listening to An Xiaomin's instructions to Chen Youting, Sun's mother smiled obsequiously, "My dear in-law, you know so much. Even though I've raised Hao Hao and his brother to this age, and even got my eldest grandson to kindergarten, I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I've never heard of any of this before, haha..."
Sun's father chuckled, "That's why I say, my dear in-law is a university professor and a postdoctoral fellow! You're just a junior high school graduate, how could you possibly know as much as she does?"
He then smiled at me, "Right? My dear in-law..."
I smiled but didn't say anything. An Xiaomin seemed a little displeased and said to Sun's mother, "Sun Hao's mother, Tingting is carrying Sun Hao's child. These are common-sense things that pregnant women must follow. I hope you and Tingting will pay attention to them in the future."
I understood that the couple were trying to flatter An Xiaomin, but in An Xiaomin's eyes, how could they take good care of Tingting if the other party didn't know these basic things? It was like flattering someone who had backfired.
However, I felt that An Xiaomin was being a bit too demanding. As a highly educated intellectual and scientist, how could an ordinary working woman possibly understand things that she considered common sense? Of course, she usually interacted with people similar to herself, so it was understandable that she couldn't always be completely attentive.
"Oh, oh, really? Hehe..." Mrs. Sun chuckled awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed.
To ease the tension, I smiled at Mrs. Sun and said, "My dear in-law, Tingting's mother and I have been abroad all these years, and it's all thanks to you taking care of Tingting. Thank you for your hard work."
"No trouble at all, it's nothing..." Mrs. Sun chuckled.
"Hey? My dear in-law, I've only ever heard of PhDs before..."
Mr. Sun said humbly to me, "Of course! I've never met one, I've only heard about them! A PhD is already the most prestigious among scholars..."
He gave a thumbs up, "A postdoctoral fellow is even more prestigious than a PhD?"
So I explained to him what a PhD and a postdoctoral fellow are. A PhD refers to academic qualifications and academic degree, the highest degree a person can obtain, while a postdoctoral fellow is a type of work experience for someone with a PhD.
Mr. Sun listened attentively, nodding frequently, but I guessed he was still completely confused. Finally, he asked, "Father-in-law, so tell me, is a professor more impressive, or a PhD?"
I explained to him again that "professor" refers to a professional title, while "PhD" refers to an academic degree; they are different concepts and cannot be compared like that. However, one thing is certain: PhDs are taught by professors, and professors who teach PhDs must hold a PhD degree.
"I understand, then professors are more impressive!" Mr. Sun gave a thumbs-up again, saying self-satisfiedly.
I was inwardly amused, thinking, what do you understand? It seems all I said was like talking to a brick wall.
"Who cares who's more impressive?" Mrs. Sun said to her husband, "Anyway, our mother-in-law is both a professor and a PhD—no, a postdoctoral fellow—that's the most impressive..."
She then smiled at An Xiaomin, "Right, mother-in-law?"
An Xiaomin forced a smile and said, "Mrs. Sun Hao, you flatter me."
I had just finished eating and put down my bowl when Mr. Sun took out a cigarette and handed it to me. I noticed that An Xiaomin's expression immediately darkened.
I knew what she was thinking. She usually disliked people smoking indoors, let alone with Chen Youting, a pregnant woman, present.
I quickly said to Mr. Sun, "There's a pregnant woman here, let's skip it, thank you." Mr.
Sun chuckled and took back his cigarette. The first meeting between the two families was somewhat awkward.
Before returning to our room, Mrs. Sun said that the sheets and blankets in the master bedroom had been changed to new ones, and that we could use them without worry.
An Xiaomin quietly asked Chen Youting if Sun Hao's parents had stayed in the master bedroom. Chen Youting said no, they had always stayed in the guest room.
Chen Youting accompanied us to the master bedroom on the third floor. Only when the three of us were alone did we feel relaxed and happy.
I sat on the sofa, and Chen Youting, with her large pregnant belly, sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said coquettishly, "My old man, have you missed me?"
I said, "Of course I have! I think about my daughter every day, I dream about her, let me hear if my grandson is moving!"
As she spoke, she buried her head in her daughter's pregnant belly. Chen Youting playfully hit me, saying coquettishly, "I don't believe you! You're always so lovey-dovey with other women in Ireland, how could you possibly have time to think about me?"
An Xiaomin, who was tidying up her luggage nearby, laughed, "Hey, hey, hey, you two, watch yourselves! I'm still here!"
Chen Youting still had her arms around my neck, pouting at her mother, "What's it to you? You, an outsider with the surname An, go away."
"Hey! You brat, I'll tear your mouth off..." An Xiaomin laughed and scolded, hands on her hips.
Just then, with a knock on the door, Sun's mother opened it and said, "Mother-in-law..."

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When Sun's mother saw me and Chen Youting, she paused for a moment. An Xiaomin asked calmly, "Sun Hao's mother, is there something you need?"
Sun's mother smiled, "I came to ask you, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry? I'll make you some late-night snacks?"
"No need, Sun Hao's mother, I'm not hungry, thank you, you should get some rest!" An Xiaomin smiled.
"Well... alright, I'll go downstairs now." Sun's mother said, closing the door and leaving.
After chatting for a while, there was another knock at the door. I told Chen Youting to get off me, but she wouldn't.
An Xiaomin said, "Come in," and Sun Hao entered, beaming at An Xiaomin and me, "Dad, Mom..."
Then he called to Chen Youting, "Tingting, it's late, go back to your room and sleep. Your parents have had a long journey and should rest."
So, with her husband's help, Chen Youting, heavily pregnant, left the room.
While I was showering in the master bathroom, An Xiaomin came in, pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing her plump, white buttocks, and sat on the toilet to urinate.
I said, "Wasn't your attitude a bit too much tonight? They're guests, after all, and our in-laws."
"I don't think they act like guests at all..." An Xiaomin said disdainfully as she urinated.
"What's wrong?"
"What else? Let's not talk about anything else, look at Sun Hao's father, he was smoking right in front of Tingting. Doesn't he know Tingting is pregnant? She's carrying their family's child! And this is what we saw; who knows how much secondhand smoke my daughter and grandson inhaled before we saw it? Honestly."
She said, tearing off a piece of toilet paper to wipe her private parts. I could only comfort her, saying that people like Sun Hao's parents, with their low social standing and limited education, are rare. I've seen plenty of them. They don't have bad intentions, they just don't pay attention to details; please be understanding.
After wiping herself, An Xiaomin threw the toilet paper into the toilet, got up, put on her pants, flushed, and went to the sink to wash her hands.
While washing, she said, "Sun Hao is a good kid, polite, considerate, and he cares about Tingting." I said, "Exactly, for the sake of the child!"
Because I was still jet-lagged, I couldn't sleep, so I went down to the second-floor terrace to smoke.
After finishing my cigarette, I walked back past a room and heard voices coming from inside.
"She thinks she's so great just because she's a postdoctoral fellow and a professor? She wants to teach me how to take care of a pregnant woman? I don't know how! I don't know how! Who gave birth to my two sons? Who raised Hao Hao, who's over 1.8 meters tall? Who raised my grandson?"
I couldn't help but stop and listen. I heard Sun's mother continue, "She keeps calling us 'Sun Hao's Mom' and 'Sun Hao's Dad,' but she doesn't even address us as 'in-laws.' Does she think we're not worthy of being in-laws with them?"
Sun's mother got more and more carried away, "No matter how capable her mother forced her to be, she still gave birth to a slut for my son to sleep with..."
"Oh my! You silly woman, this is someone else's home. If Tingting and her daughter hear you saying that, they'll tear your mouth apart!" Sun's father quickly stopped him.
I was immediately annoyed. But then I thought, aren't women in the streets like this? They take pride in having sons, otherwise they feel inferior, even though they are women themselves.
Sun's mother's words, while extremely insulting, weren't entirely malicious; it was just idle chatter. Should I storm into the couple's bedroom to argue with her, and then bring An Xiaomin and her daughter over too? What am I, a grown man, supposed to do, argue with an uncultured woman?
"Hey! Why are you covering my mouth? Are you trying to suffocate me?"
"Who told you to talk nonsense? What do you mean she doesn't have a son? I heard from Hao Hao that she has a son with her ex-husband, who is studying in Singapore."
"Really! A good woman doesn't marry twice. She's been with two men, and she's still acting all high and mighty..."
"Alright, alright, stop talking. To be honest, your father-in-law is a nice guy..." Mr. Sun said, "He doesn't have any airs of a cultured person, and he's very patient with me..."
"By the way, if you hadn't mentioned him..." Mrs. Sun interrupted her husband, "Just now I went into their room and saw Tingting and her dad... Oh my! So affectionate! Tingting was sitting on her dad's lap, and he was holding her... It was unbearable to watch... It was like Tingting was carrying her dad's child..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're getting more and more absurd. Go to sleep," Mr. Sun said.
I tiptoed away and went upstairs…
The next morning, when I woke up, An Xiaomin was also awake. We lay in bed talking for a while, then kissed.
We hadn't made love for the past few days, and this kiss quickly became uncontrollable; we were both incredibly aroused, and while kissing, we took off our pajamas, sweatpants, and underwear. Just as I was about to enter her, An Xiaomin stopped me; she needed to pee first.
I said, "Go ahead! I'll wait for you." Unexpectedly, she looked at me with seductive eyes and said coquettishly, "I want you to hold me while I pee…"
So I carried her alluring body into the bathroom, put her down so her back was against my chest, and lifted her up, spreading her beautiful legs so her private parts faced the toilet. This
wasn't the first time I'd helped her pee; it was a kind of fun between us. A little while later, An Xiaomin peed, the urine pattering and splashing into the toilet. During this time, I was rock hard.
"You're almost a grandmother, and you still need your husband to help you pee? Aren't you ashamed?" I laughed.
"I want to, what's it to you?" she said coquettishly, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck, her fragrant lips pressing against mine.
I kissed her while helping her pee, my erection growing even harder.
After An Xiaomin finished urinating, I put her down, rinsed her genitals with the showerhead, and applied some shower gel. After washing and drying her, I carried her back to the bed, burying my face in her genitals, kissing and licking her tenderly.
She was soaking wet, her clitoris erect, and then I leaned in and penetrated her deeply…
After An Xiaomin had an orgasm, I pulled out and lay down, letting her be on top of me. She spread her beautiful legs and straddled me, reaching out to hold my erection, and guided it into her mouth. Then she began to move
, twisting her waist and swaying her hips. Her beautiful breasts swayed up and down with her movements, and I sat up, taking turns sucking on her nipples for a while before kissing her fragrant lips. She cradled my head and kissed me passionately.
We kissed above and joined below, the room filled with An Xiaomin's intoxicating moans. Soon she reached her second climax, murmuring in my ear, "From behind..."
I hummed in agreement. She got off me, crawled onto the bed, and raised her alluring, snow-white buttocks high towards me from behind. I entered her from behind again...
Near the end, I thrust powerfully, slapping my lips, and with An Xiaomin's moans, I ejaculated deep inside her...
This exhilarating lovemaking left us both very satisfied. An Xiaomin lay on the bed, panting softly. Just then, there was a knock at the door and Sun's mother's voice calling, "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, are you up? Come down for breakfast..."
An Xiaomin blushed and replied, "Okay." After Sun's mother left, she suddenly sat up and whispered to me, "What was she doing? Did she hear everything?"
I quickly said, "No, no, she's not that bored. It was just a coincidence." An Xiaomin still said irritably, "Luckily we finished, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing! Really..."
As she spoke, she wiped her private parts with a tissue, saying as she did so, "How come I ejaculated so much today?" After wiping, she threw it into the trash can next to the bed, picked up the small triangular panties that I had rolled up when I took them off, unfolded them, and put them on her buttocks.
"I really can't stand living with someone like this..." An Xiaomin put the panties on her plump buttocks and then put on her bra.
I put on my underwear and laughed, "You have to bear it, even if you can't. They're helping you take care of your daughter. Besides, everyone is different. You can't expect everyone to be like you, can you? Don't you have the magnanimity of a highly educated person?"
"You're the only one with magnanimity, okay?" An Xiaomin said, fastening the back clasp of her bra.
I touched her ample breasts and laughed, "You're magnanimous, you're magnanimous, so big!"
"Get lost!" An Xiaomin said to me with a charming smile...
Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Sun Hao's parents will be saying goodbye and returning to Dazhou. After the New Year, Sun's mother will come back to take care of Chen Youting. Before leaving, the couple repeatedly told Sun Hao to take good care of his wife.
At this point, An Xiaomin realized that her attitude last night had been a bit too much and tried to persuade Sun Hao's parents to stay and celebrate the New Year with us. Sun Hao's parents said that their parents, siblings, eldest son and his wife, eldest grandson, and other family members were waiting for them in Dazhou.
"Mother-in-law..." An Xiaomin called out, and this "mother-in-law" made Sun's mother pause for a moment.
An Xiaomin took out an Irish shawl in a box and smiled, "This is a gift I brought you from Ireland, just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't find it offensive."
Sun's mother was quite surprised, but after a few polite words, she happily accepted it. Sun's father said to me, "My dear brother-in-law, let's have a few drinks sometime. It's always been so pleasant and enlightening to hear you speak."
I patted his shoulder and laughed, "Sure, I'll definitely have a good drink with you sometime."

(To be continued)

Next episode preview: Chen Youting gives birth to a daughter, An Xiaomin becomes pregnant, and An Xiaomei is reunited.

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