[The Unforgettable Love Story of Seven Women and the Principal] (69)

Chapter 69: Staying Overnight

Nana's unborn child was eventually disposed of, but Shi Xiangyun insisted on giving

birth to her child, and He Shaohao was powerless to stop her. He knew she was strong-willed and wouldn't tolerate the slightest grievance. Since

she was so stubborn, he had no choice but to let her be…

He Shaohao's phone rang again; it was his mother-in-law calling: "Why haven't you come yet!" Su Yun's voice was

sweet. He sighed and hung up, blaming himself for being so foolish. This was truly a blessing for generations;

mother and daughter served him together, and he was still ungrateful!

He Shaohao left the office dejectedly. By the garage downstairs, Shen Wenting approached, smiling brightly

, like a budding rose waiting for him to pluck it: "Dean He, didn't we agree

to go karaoke with us tonight?"

"I'm sorry, my father-in-law is back from Beijing and I have to meet with his father. Wenting, how

about I accompany you another day?" He called her very intimately.

Shen Wenting could only lower her head and reply, "You must keep your word. You must invite me alone another day!"

He Shaohao, of course, understood the hidden meaning in her words. Tingwenting had deliberately changed "we" to "I,"

wasn't this a clear indication that she wanted to throw herself at him?

He Shaohao smiled and drove away, but his heart was as hot as the autumn sun. The usually

proud Shen Wenting hadn't expected to be so ordinary in front of him.

He sighed again, for himself and for Shen Wenting!

Su Yun had already opened the door and stood by the door to greet him: "Why are you so late? He Shuai has been waiting for you for ages. "

Su Yun was a little resentful.

"Daddy, did you buy me a toy?" Little He Shuai leaned against his grandmother's back.

"Good boy, He Shuai, Daddy just got off work. Grandma will take you to buy one tomorrow."

In the living room, He Shaohao took out a small airplane from his bag, and He Shuai jumped up and down to play with it.

Su Yun took off her apron and also came into the living room. She sat opposite He Shaohao.

"Shaohao, you haven't come in ages. When you finally do, you're constantly on the phone and don't even talk to me."

"Mom, don't you see who I'm calling?"

"Who?" Suyun asked, puzzled.

"Huilin, of course."

"She's not coming tonight. She got promoted to bureau chief and is now so busy she's nowhere to be seen."

"She said a provincial leader is coming to inspect the Urban Construction Bureau, and as the bureau chief, she has to accompany him."

"What's wrong?"

"Yeah! Women just can't be officials."

"What are you saying? You men can do things, but we women can't?" Suyun was getting

angry .

"Mom, that's not what I meant,"

He Shaohao hurriedly explained, but Suyun wouldn't let him.

"Men are the worst. Your father-in-law said he'd be home for a family dinner, but an hour ago he called to say he

won't be back tonight, he's going to D City for an inspection. I bet he's gone to that vixen's house again. I heard she's been transferred

to the Provincial Party Committee Office as Deputy Secretary-General this time..." Su Yun continued rambling, but He Shaohao wasn't listening . He was preoccupied with the hidden meaning in Shen Wenting's words. If he could have dinner with her tonight, maybe he could... 　　"Shaohao, I'm talking to you! What are you thinking about?" Su Yun shouted at him, startling him. 　　"Nothing, nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything." 　　"Not thinking about anything? You seem so distracted." 　　Unexpectedly, Su Yun sat on his lap, her arms around his neck. 　　Her soft, delicate red lips pressed against his face, initially rubbing against his sensual lips, shyly kissing the tip of his handsome nose. He sat there, letting Su Yun manipulate him, like an iceberg. Su Yun knew exactly how to play with a man. Her lips and tongue moved haphazardly, sending a refreshing and pleasant sensation through his very being… 　　After dinner, He Shuai insisted on going home. Su Yun was reluctant to let them go, especially He Shaohao. She couldn't let him leave; she had suffered the torment of longing for him for the past month. 　　Su Yun had the housekeeper clean the "Ningyuan Villa" early. This was a night that filled her with joy; she had endured countless sleepless nights waiting for this day. 　　Now past forty, she knew how to live. There was no absolute pain or absolute ; as long as one skillfully crafted life, it could be a joyful song. 　　She had always been busy juggling career and family, worrying about her elderly parents and children; now, as she aged, her husband had his own world, and her daughter her own little corner of life. She too should enrich her life and find joy in it. 　　If He Shaohao hadn't taken advantage of her, she might have remained faithful to her husband her entire life, a woman of fierce passion. If her daughter hadn't had a hysterectomy during childbirth, if... so many ifs... it was all these "ifs" that combined to make her infatuated with her son-in-law. With He Shaohao, she experienced a joy she had never felt before—a soul-stirring, unrestrained pleasure that made her want to die. Today , she felt it was only natural to have this relationship. She didn't feel guilty towards Huilin, because she knew deep down that she didn't have He Shaohao, he would still seek other women. No! It should be those women seeking him; he was too outstanding. 　　Thinking about these things, she felt a sense of peace. Yes! She needed a tranquil mind, to watch the clouds drift by, to observe the flowers bloom and fade. She felt she should be as serene as a flower, as beautiful as a cloud, undisturbed by the outside world , and not intoxicated by worldly desires. Simple and unassuming, she does what she loves, seeking tranquility, silence, and elegance, not seeking others' admiration, only wishing her heart to bloom like a fragrant flower. When troubled, she lets lyrical and romantic music cleanse her mind; when lonely, she lets Shao Hao keep her company, even if it's not a romantic encounter, just to talk to her; she doesn't care about others' opinions, only wishing to live a life of ease, joy, and contentment. 　　Holding He Shuai's small hand, she strolls slowly along the banks of the Xiang River. A cool breeze plays with her long hair, yet her heart is exceptionally at ease. 　　At this moment, Su Yun's heart is a lake, calm and undisturbed by the gentle breeze. Her character is like a lotus, only to be admired from afar. Her words are like green tea, not meant to be drunk, but only to be savored.

"Shaohao, how long has it been since you took a walk with me?" She gently brushed her long, flowing hair aside and asked He Shaohao, who was

walking beside her .

"About a few months!" He Shaohao replied absentmindedly.

"Shall we sleep at Ningyuan Villa tonight?"

"Father-in-law and Huilin?"

"Huilin is drunk and sleeping in a hotel. That old man went to that vixen's house again. He wouldn't even think about me." "

Oh," He Shaohao replied listlessly, his head lowered.

"Shaohao, you don't think I'm old, do you?"

"No, you're still radiant and charming."

"Grandma, what were you saying to Dad?" He Shuai asked Suyun, tilting his little bag.

"Nothing?" Suyun gently stroked He Shuai's head.

"Little boy, don't talk too much." He Shaohao gently scolded the child.

"Shaohao, I'm not a promiscuous woman. Many men fawn over me, but I willingly immerse myself

in this humble abode, where only my virtue remains. I silence the noisy world, finding solace in my own company. Life is like a dream,

time is merciless. Everything I thought I could easily forget is deeply etched in my mind. Music floats in my ears,

hidden in the night. Every relationship is beautiful, leaving a mark of love on my heart. Every moment

of companionship has been intoxicating."

Suyun is also a very talkative woman, her calm face always bearing a smile, her steps always measured.

Middle-aged women need the nourishment of knowledge. Shakespeare said, "Books are the nourishment of the world." When their faces

are no longer rosy, when their figures are no longer slender, women should absorb nourishment from books, using the nectar of knowledge to

beautify themselves, using the spring of knowledge to nourish their lives.

The beauty of a middle-aged woman lies in her inner qualities, in the richness and abundance of her knowledge. Therefore, Suyun is actually

building a spiritual haven for Shaohao. In this small house, He Shaohao could rediscover the romance and passion of his youth,

and experience the wisdom and maturity of middle age; he could appreciate the magnificence of the setting sun over the long river and the lone smoke rising from the desert, and

the bitterness of searching and feeling desolate; he could also admire the heroic spirit of "to live as a hero and die as a ghost. "

Surrounded by books, he could drink in the breeze and inhale the night dew, connecting with the past and present; he could talk with beautiful women,

exchange ideas with wise men, listen to the voice of their souls, and roam between the past and the future.

Unconsciously, he arrived at "Ningyuan Villa," where warm lights shone in the courtyard. He Shuai fell asleep soon after arriving at "Ningyuan Villa,"

and Su Yun went into the bathroom, leaving He Shaohao alone in the living room, deep in thought.

The night remained quiet and deep, the feeling penetrating to the bone making him daydream. He liked this feeling very much; it was

soft and gentle , with a breath in his body, sometimes strong, sometimes stagnant, the pulse in his body gently

expanding and then tightening, like countless dreams slowly or fiercely moving forward in his blood.

Su Yun emerged from the bathroom in a silk bathrobe, instantly revealing a patch of fair, silky skin, and the

barely visible cleavage... As she entered the living room, He Shaohao tightly embraced her from behind, laying her down

on the large fabric sofa. He untied Su Yun's bathrobe, revealing her like a lotus emerging from the water, exuding a fresh fragrance and softness, completely

naked...

"Shaohao, don't rush, I'm not going anywhere. I'm asking you a question."

"Go ahead and speak! I'm listening." He Shaohao took a deep breath.

"You won't regret being with me?"

"No regrets!" He gazed firmly into her amorous eyes. Su Yun's flushed cheeks and dreamy

eyes were filled with love...

He Shaohao hadn't originally planned to spend the night here, but under the influence of alcohol, he had already given in. Su Yun

had made him drink wine infused with tiger bone, deer antler, and ginseng. Whether it was the alcohol or the medicine, a surge of heat coursed through his

body ...

No longer able to restrain himself, He Shaohao pulled Su Yun into his arms and

walked towards ... He pounced on her, pinning her beneath him, his large hands gently stroking her delicate, smooth face.

"Su Yun."

"Mmm," Su Yun replied sweetly. She knew that when she and He Shaohao were being intimate, he always called

her by her name, and she allowed him to do so, as it reduced the age gap and psychological barriers between them.

"Your features are quite delicate."

"Of course, I was the school beauty of my year."

"Then how come your skin is so delicate?"

"You want to know that too?"

"I'm interested in everything about you.

" "Really?"

"Really, even softer and more delicate than Huilin's body."

"You're such a glutton! My daughter and I are serving you, and you're quite picky!"

"How dare I!" He Shaohao looked at Su Yun's cheeks, flushed even more beautifully with shyness after drinking.

To be continued...

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