My stunningly beautiful female boss at 29 (42-45)

42.
At the hotel near the neighborhood, I opened the door and saw An Xiaomin standing outside, staring at me, her face still wet with tears, her expression one of deep sorrow.
"Minmin, what's wrong?" I asked, surprised.
"Xingyan, take me away, take me away from here, I can't take it anymore..."
An Xiaomin, tears streaming down her face, threw herself into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. The door closed behind her.
In that moment, we abandoned our last shred of reason. After so many days of restraint and forbearance, we kissed passionately, our lips and tongues locked in a frenzied struggle.
We kissed wildly, undressing each other and moving towards the bed, then collapsing onto it.
Naked, we embraced, kissing and caressing each other. In the heat of passion, I entered her wet, tight depths, thrusting in and out.
"I love you, I really love you so much..." An Xiaomin repeated, crying, between kisses, continuing our passionate embrace.
"I love you too..." I responded, kissing her from above while moving harder and faster below, bringing her to orgasm.
I could feel her vagina was very wet, which was understandable; she hadn't been touched by a man for over half a year since separating from Yang Yifan. She was a woman with normal physiological needs, and in the prime of her life, such physiological phenomena were normal.
I pulled out and rolled her over. She cooperated by crawling on the bed, raising her beautiful buttocks high behind her.
I entered her from behind again, thrusting rapidly. At this moment, she was no longer the female PhD, professor, virtuous wife and loving mother, or gentle older sister she knew in public; she was moaning freely...
Since we didn't have a condom, I asked her if she was in her safe period. She remained prone, her face pressed against the bed, moaning softly, "Shoot inside, baby, shoot inside me, let me have a child for you. We've already lost one child, I want to have one for you..."
I thrust forcefully, ejaculating deep inside her...
As our lovemaking subsided, I noticed some bruises around An Xiaomin's eyes and asked her what happened
. She tried to cover it up, saying she'd accidentally bumped into the doorframe when she got up in the middle of the night. I naturally didn't believe her, and considering she'd come to me in the middle of the night, there must be a reason. Under my questioning, she tearfully told me everything.
"Damn it, I'm going to find him." My heart shattered, and I jumped out of bed.
An Xiaomin quickly hugged me, tears streaming down her face, saying, "Don't go, don't go to find him, don't go anywhere tonight, just stay by my side, okay?"
Looking at the woman I loved most in my life, I also cried, and we kissed. We returned to bed, and she leaned down and took my penis into her mouth, repeatedly swallowing and sucking.
I quickly became hard again, but I didn't penetrate her immediately. Instead, I knelt between her legs, kissing and licking her for a long time, listening to her moans echoing in the room…
That night, we made love almost the entire time. In An Xiaomin's words, we were husband and wife for one night, to finish our love for a lifetime, and then I would return her to her sister at dawn.
Several times, she reached orgasm while crying, whispering in my ear how much she loved me…
As dawn approached, An Xiaomin nestled in my arms and said, “Xingyan, forget me, okay? From now on, forget me.”
I looked at her in surprise, only to hear her continue, “Meimei loves you very much. Treat her well, love her, and never let her down, okay?”
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face again. I wiped away her tears and asked, "And what about you?"
She smiled sadly, "As long as you're well, I'm fine..."
I felt a thousand times sorry for her, "Do you really want to live with someone like that?"
An Xiaomin sighed and said softly, "Actually, Yifan isn't as bad as you think, it's just..."
She paused, then continued, "He's always loved me, but I couldn't give him what he wanted. In a way, I really am the one who wronged him..."
I held her hand and asked unwillingly, "Is there really no possibility for us?"
She was silent for a while, then said, "Sometimes I often think, if our child had lived, she would be a year older than Tingting now..."
I asked her who Tingting was. She said she was Aunt Zhuang's daughter born later, and she now lived in her house.
“Looking back now, when that child was lost, our fate in this life ended. Perhaps no matter how much we struggled, how much we fought, it was all in vain. How can one fight against fate so often?”
Her sorrow made me want to cry, but I could still hear her words echoing in my ears, “Be good to Meimei, don’t do anything to hurt her.”
I silently watched her put on her underwear, then her bra, dressing herself piece by piece. Though I felt unwilling and heartbroken, I was helpless.
“By the way, come over for lunch, a farewell dinner for you and Meimei.”
An Xiaomin said calmly, walking towards the door. I hugged her from behind, murmuring, “Minmin, Minmin…”
She pried my hands away and said in a low voice, “Wait for the next life? Xingyan, we’ll be together in the next life. But in this life, you can only be my sister’s lover.”
Tears streamed down my face, and she too wept, opening the door and leaving.
Yang Yifan returned to the villa in the morning. As soon as he entered the house, Aunt Jiang stopped him and whispered, "Where have you been all night? Why are you only coming back now?"
Yang Yifan replied confidently, "Three friends made plans to play cards, but we were one short, so I couldn't refuse."
Uncle Yang put down his newspaper, walked over from the sofa, and scolded, "You rascal! You left your wife at home in the middle of the night to play cards! Even if Minmin can't control you, what will your father-in-law think when he finds out?"
"Dad, Mom..."
The three looked towards the sound and saw An Xiaomin walking down the stairs in her pajamas. Her leisurely demeanor made it seem as if she had never left the house. No one would have guessed that she had sneaked out to a hotel to meet me in the middle of the night.
"I know about this. Yifan didn't want to go at first, but I made him go..." An Xiaomin walked to the three of them and said calmly, "They're all friends of Yifan's in business, and it wouldn't be right to offend them." As
she spoke, she glanced at Yang Yifan without making a sound. Yang Yifan's eyes revealed a look of guilt and gratitude.
"Oh, I see..." Aunt Jiang smiled. "Since Minmin knows, then it's nothing."
"That's because Minmin is virtuous and doesn't hold it against him..." Uncle Yang glared at his son, then said to An Xiaomin, "Minmin! Don't spoil your husband too much. Men need to be disciplined."
An Xiaomin smiled gently and patted her father-in-law's arm. "I know, Dad."
"Oh! Yifan's dad..." Aunt Jiang said irritably, "Now you know how to say such things. Why were you so unhappy when I disciplined you?"
"Alright! Mom, although Dad wasn't happy, hasn't he let you discipline him all these decades?" An Xiaomin put her hands on her mother-in-law's shoulders and smiled.
In the master bedroom, Yang Yifan knelt down in front of An Xiaomin with a thud, slapping himself as he said, "Minmin, I'm sorry, I deserve to die."
An Xiaomin crossed her arms, not even glancing at him, and said coldly, "I'm doing this not to forgive your violence last night, but for your parents' sake. When we were little, they treated the three of us siblings like their own children..."
She stared coldly at her husband as she spoke, "As for us, whether you agree or not, just wait for the divorce papers to be processed."
"Minmin, I..." Yang Yifan looked at his wife helplessly. An
Xiaomin said coldly again, "Get out, I don't want to see you. Also, I have something to tell you, Mom and Dad are going back to stay this afternoon, and Meimei and the others are going back to Guangzhou too. I've invited Xingyan and Xiaodong over for lunch."
"Huh? Chen Xingyan is coming too? Didn't you kick him out?" Yang Yifan asked, puzzled.
"You have the nerve to say that? I'm warning you, when Xingyan comes, you're not allowed to cause any more trouble!" An Xiaomin said sternly.

43.
Yang Yifan had been gone for a while when, with a knock on the door, An Xiaomei pushed it open and peeked in. "Sister, can I come in?"
"Meimei..." Upon seeing her sister, An Xiaomin immediately thought of our intimate encounter in the early hours of the morning, and a wave of unease and guilt washed over her.
After An Xiaomei entered the room, she asked, "Sister, last night...did you and your husband have a fight?"
An Xiaomin looked at her sister without speaking. An Xiaomei continued, "I heard noises coming from your room, and then I saw your husband leave the house and drive away."
An Xiaomin frowned and nodded, secretly alarmed. Had this girl heard or seen everything? She wondered if she had noticed that she had also gone out in the middle of the night.
An Xiaomei asked, "Is it because of Xingyan?"
An Xiaomin looked at her sister for a while and said, "Meimei, I hope you know that the problem between your brother-in-law and me has nothing to do with Xingyan. I will not forgive a man who is unfaithful to his wife repeatedly."
An Xiaomei nodded, held her sister's hand, and said emotionally, "Sister, you have silently endured all of this for Dad, Uncle Yang, and Aunt Jiang. It's not easy for you."
When I arrived, Zhuang Youting opened the door. She was wearing an apron around her waist, as if she was cooking.
"Uncle Chen, it's you?" the little girl asked in surprise as soon as she saw me.
I was also surprised. I didn't expect that the strange girl I met in the rain last night would actually appear in An Xiaomin's house. I asked, "It's you? What are you doing here?"
"What's wrong?" An Xiaomin walked over and asked in surprise, "Do you two know each other?"
"Sister, I took shelter from the rain outside the gate of the community last night. This uncle was also taking shelter from the rain there, and that's how we met."
"You two are quite destined..." An Xiaomin smiled slightly, let me into the house, and introduced me to Zhuang Youting.
Only then did I realize who this girl was. I never expected Aunt Zhuang's daughter with that man to be so beautiful.
"Oh, you must be Xingyan! My mom and sister have mentioned you before. I never thought we'd meet last night. We're really destined to meet!" Zhuang Youting chuckled.
"Then you and my sister chat. I'm going to cook." She said and walked away.
An Xiaomin and I looked at each other. The scenes between us in the early morning resurfaced in our minds. A thousand emotions were unspoken.
"Xingyan's here..." Uncle Yang said, walking over with Aunt Jiang.
We quickly looked away, and An Xiaomin turned her head away.
"Uncle Yang, Aunt Jiang, last night... I was too impulsive. I'm sorry." I bowed deeply to the two elderly people, feeling deeply uneasy.
Uncle Yang chuckled, "It's alright. You two used to fight all the time when you were kids. Now that you're middle-aged, it's not a big deal if you fight again unexpectedly. Just don't let this hold a grudge between you and affect your brotherly relationship."
"I won't, Uncle Yang," I said.
Aunt Jiang said from the side, "Xingyan, it's not that I'm biased towards Yifan, but no matter what, you shouldn't have hit him!"
It was clear that she was still upset about what happened last night. Yang Yifan was her only son, so it was normal for her to have such feelings.
I could only say, "I'm sorry, Aunt Jiang, it was my fault."
Just then, Yang Yifan came into the living room, and Uncle Yang greeted him, "Yifan, Xingyan is here."
Yang Yifan walked over and nodded coldly at me. Although I really wanted to beat him up because he had hit An Xiaomin last night and hadn't forgiven him for the insulting things he said to provoke An Xiaomin, I still tried my best to restrain myself and said, "Yifan..."
He said coldly, "You're here? Sit down!"
and then walked away. Uncle Yang grumbled at his retreating figure, "Hey, you little rascal..."
I stopped him, "It's alright, Uncle Yang, give him some time."
When I saw An Xiaomei, I felt a pang of guilt because of what had happened in the early morning.
Meanwhile, Zhuang Youting looked at An Xiaomin pitifully and said, "Sister, do you think Brother will find out I'm here and not come?"
An Xiaomin gently stroked her face and smiled, "No, he'll definitely come. Besides, didn't we agree that he would take your Xingyan and Xiaomei to the airport?"
Zhuang Youting smiled with relief.
It wasn't until noon, when the dishes were all served, that An Xiaodong finally arrived.
An Xiaomei said, "Brother, why are you late again? Do you always come because of the smell of food?"
An Xiaodong apologized, "Today is the last day of the long holiday, there are a lot of cars returning to the city, and the roads are a bit congested."
Yang Yifan was pouring wine and asked An Xiaodong, "Dongzi, want a drink?"
An Xiaodong laughed, "I won't drink, I have to take Meimei and Xingyan to the airport later, don't I?"
Everyone sat around the table. An Xiaodong took a bite of the food and praised, "Hmm, not bad..."
He then asked An Xiaomin, "Sister, did you make this? Or did Aunt Jiang make it?"
An Xiaomin looked at him with a smile, "Guess?"
Just then, Zhuang Youting brought a plate of freshly cooked dishes into the living room and placed it on the dining table.
An Xiaodong's face immediately fell when he saw his half-sister.
Seeing this, Zhuang Youting felt uneasy and stammered, "I...I'll go cook another side dish."
She then went into the kitchen. An Xiaodong asked An Xiaomin in a deep voice, "Sister, didn't you tell me she was here today?"
"Why should I tell you? Do I have to report to you, Attorney An, before we eat together as a family?" An Xiaomin laughed.
An Xiaodong nodded and said, "Okay, you all eat, I'll take my leave."
He then said to me and An Xiaomei, "I'll wait for you in the car. Get in after you finish eating."
He stood up and walked out. An Xiaomei called out to him, "Brother..."
Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang also tried to stop him, but they couldn't stop him. An Xiaomin remained seated and said in a deep voice, "An Xiaodong, you stop right there."
An Xiaodong, who had always obeyed his sister, finally stopped, but didn't turn around.
An Xiaomin stood up and walked to her brother under everyone's gaze, saying, "You're all grown up now, a great lawyer. Does my word no longer carry weight with you, does it?"
“Sister…” An Xiaodong said, indignant and helpless, “If you and Dad want to acknowledge this marriage, then you can do it yourselves. Letting that girl live in your house is none of my business, but why do you insist on dragging me into this?”
“Do you want to know why? Then I’ll tell you.” An Xiaomin stared at her brother and said, “Because Mom is your biological mother, and Tingting is your biological sister.” An Xiaodong
sighed and shook his head several times. “Have you all forgotten how that woman treated Dad and the three of us?”
“An Xiaodong!” An Xiaomin said sharply, “The woman you’re talking about is your biological mother. If you say that again, believe me, I’ll slap you!”
Yang Yifan quickly came over to persuade her, “Wife, let’s talk this out, don’t be so hasty.”
An Xiaomin glared at him, “This is none of your business, get out of here.”

44.
Yang Yifan had no choice but to fall silent. An Xiaomin then looked at her younger brother, "Don't forget how hard Mom worked to take care of the three of us back then. In those years, including Xingyan, there were four of us. Dad worked day and night in the factory to earn
more wages to support us. Was it easy for her, a woman?" Hearing this, Aunt Jiang lowered her head in shame. An Xiaodong sneered, "Of course I can't forget how she scolded and beat you and Meimei behind Dad's back, and wouldn't let us tell on you..."
He then pointed at me and said to his sister, "And Xingyan, wasn't he driven away by her scolding? He's been gone for twenty-three years! If Xingyan hadn't run away, you wouldn't have gotten depression..."
He stopped there, realizing it was inappropriate to talk about his sister and me in front of the three Yang family members.
An Xiaomin said, "Yes, she did do that, but did she hit you or scold you? It's been so many years, Meimei and I don't care anymore, do you need to gossip about it?"
An Xiaodong's emotions grew more and more agitated, "Then let me tell you, sister, I'm the one who suffered the most in this whole thing. Back then, those kids in the factory who were my age or older than me would laugh at me whenever they saw me, saying that my biological mother had eloped with someone. Because of that, I got into so many fights, even with kids much older than me, don't you know?"
Tears streamed down his face, and the An sisters also shed tears. Uncle An sighed heavily, lowered his head and remained silent, Uncle Yang also lowered his head heavily. Aunt Jiang frowned, looking at Uncle An, then at the siblings, sighing.
"Brother, please don't say anymore..." An Xiaomei walked to her brother's side, wiping away his tears.
At this moment, Zhuang Youting, hiding in the kitchen, was already in tears.
An Xiaomin wiped away her tears and said to her younger brother, "Dongzi, these are all old stories. Let bygones be bygones, okay?"
She then pointed to the dining table and said, "Tingting came back very late yesterday. This whole table of dishes was prepared by her early this morning, and she wouldn't let Aunt Jiang or me help. She said it was a farewell dinner for Xingyan and Meimei, but look at those dishes, most of them are your favorites. She found out about them from me these past few days. What is this little girl doing all this for? Isn't it to get your approval, her own brother?"
An Xiaodong was silent for a moment, then pointed to his heart and said, "Some things, I can never let go of in my heart."
He then rushed into the kitchen and, to everyone's surprise, pulled Zhuang Youting out. Zhuang Youting cried and struggled, saying, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Shut up, I'm not your brother!" An Xiaodong shouted.
Uncle An slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "An Xiaodong, you've gone too far! She's your own sister!"
An Xiaodong shouted at his father, "Dad, what did Mom do to you back then? Are you just going to pretend nothing happened?"
He then dragged Zhuang Youting toward the door, saying, "Get out of here, don't linger."
"Brother, don't do this..." An Xiaomei hurriedly tried to stop him, and Yang Yifan also came to persuade him, but he still wouldn't let it go.
"An Xiaodong, you bastard!" In a fit of anger, An Xiaomin slapped her brother.
An Xiaodong covered his face and said, "Sister, why did you hit me?"
An Xiaomin said fiercely, "Shouldn't you have hit me? You're a grown man, bullying a little girl like this, and she's your sister. Besides, what does Mom's business have to do with her? She wasn't even born then!"
Then she put her arms around the crying Zhuang Youting to comfort her.
An Xiaodong pointed at Zhuang Youting and said, "Tell me the truth, what are you doing at my sister's house? Did you and your mother come here to freeload because we're doing well now?"
"No, brother, Mom, no, really no..." Zhuang Youting cried, sobbing.
"An Xiaodong, are you done yet?" An Xiaomin pointed at her brother and said sternly.
Zhuang Youting stopped crying and bowed to An Xiaomin and Uncle An. "Sister, Uncle, I'm sorry for troubling you. I'll leave now."
She then went upstairs to her room. An Xiaomin pointed at her brother and said harshly, "You're being too rude."
She also went upstairs. Yang Yifan came over and pressed down on An Xiaodong's shoulders. "Come, come, sit down and eat."
Upstairs in the room, Zhuang Youting cried sadly for a while before stopping under An Xiaomin's comforting words.
"Sister, I don't blame brother, I really don't blame him..." she sobbed. "Besides, I feel quite lucky. Although my father abandoned me when I was little, my mother loves me very much and is very good to me. Although our family is very poor, she has never let me suffer any grievances and always makes sure I'm dressed beautifully..."
"No matter what Mom did in the past, in my heart, she is a very good mother. Besides her, you and Uncle are also very good to me, making me feel even more warmth. Uncle used to send us money often, and after I came to Chongqing, you also treated me like your own sister, taking care of me and loving me. Mom and I are very happy because in this world, besides Mom, there are two other people who are good to me."
An Xiaomin wiped away Zhuang Youting's tears and smiled affectionately, "Then why are you still crying?"
Zhuang Youting said, "What makes me sad is that Mom hurt you in the past, especially deeply hurting my brother. I want to atone for her sins, but I am powerless to do so..."
"Silly girl, it's not your fault..." An Xiaomin couldn't help but shed tears and hugged the pitiful girl in her arms.
At the dining table, An Xiaomei suddenly said, "Dad, brother, Uncle Yang, Aunt Jiang, and brother-in-law, I have something to announce to you."
Under everyone's gaze, she took my hand and placed it on the table. "Xingyan and I are together."
"Ah?"
With Aunt Jiang's small exclamation, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
I was stunned. I hadn't expected An Xiaomei to break our agreement and announce our relationship in public on such a special occasion.
I thought that she did this to completely cut off any possibility of reconciliation between An Xiaomin and me, at least from the perspective of family ethics.
"Meimei, you...you and Xingyan are together?" Aunt Jiang asked incredulously.
"Yes! It's been more than three months. I hope you can understand and give me your blessings..."
An Xiaomei smiled, squeezed my hand, and looked at her father. I looked at Uncle An, feeling uneasy.
Just then, An Xiaomin was walking down the stairs hand in hand with Zhuang Youting. She had heard everything An Xiaomei had said. She hadn't expected her sister to pull this stunt, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and disappointment as she looked at me.
"Dad, is there anything you want to say to us?" An Xiaomei asked her father.
Uncle An's face was grim as he looked at the wine glass in his hand. After a long silence, he said, "Xingyan, I still hope you will continue to be my son, not my son-in-law."
He finished speaking, picked up his wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then slammed the glass down on the table before walking upstairs under our watchful eyes.
As he passed An Xiaomin, An Xiaomin softly called out, "Dad."
Uncle An didn't speak and went upstairs with his head down. The atmosphere became heavy afterward, and the dinner ended abruptly after everyone had eaten for a while.

45.
After dinner, Aunt Jiang pulled me to the terrace and said that she had heard Yang Yifan and An Xiaomin arguing the night before, and that Yang Yifan had even stormed out in a huff. She then said something to me.
Although Aunt Jiang spoke tactfully, I could understand her meaning. The gist was that she had noticed problems in Yang Yifan and An Xiaomin's marriage and hoped that I would not become a destabilizing factor in their relationship.
Also, because of what happened back then, Uncle An and Aunt Zhuang argued constantly, ruining their marriage. Otherwise, Aunt Zhuang wouldn't have run off with another man, An Xiaodong wouldn't have suffered so much humiliation outside, and this younger sister wouldn't have appeared today, constantly reminding him of those unbearable past events.
I said in a deep voice, "Aunt Jiang, more than twenty years ago, my existence caused great trouble for both your families, so I chose to leave then. Today, I may still cause you confusion, but I know what I should do, so don't worry!"
As I spoke, I stood up and walked into the house. Aunt Jiang said behind me, "Xingyan, that's not what I meant, don't misunderstand."
I ignored her, turned around, and went into the house, heading upstairs.
In An Xiaomin's room, the two sisters chatted for a while. An Xiaomin said softly, "Give Dad some time. This is indeed quite sudden for him. He's always treated Xingyan like his own son. You suddenly pulled this on him, so it's hard for him to accept right away. But I think he'll come to his senses."
An Xiaomei frowned slightly and sighed, "I hope so!"
Finally, she said to her sister, "Sister, I think you should be wary of that Zhuang Youting."
An Xiaomin smiled slightly, "What do you mean?"
An Xiaomei said, "Don't you think that girl is too attentive and considerate to us? And she knows how to play the victim. She seems quite cunning for her age."
An Xiaomin laughed, "Do you think she has ulterior motives, just like Dongzi?"
"I didn't say that. I just mean it's always better to be careful."
"Alright..." An Xiaomin patted her sister's hand and laughed, "Why bother with a little girl? She's not as complicated as you think. She's lived with her mother since she was little, and now that she's joined our big family, she naturally wants to do more for everyone."
I went to Uncle An's room and knocked. Uncle An asked from inside, "Who is it?"
"Uncle An, it's me," I replied.
There was no sound from inside. I knew he didn't want to see me right now, so I could only say, "Uncle An, I'm leaving. Take care."
After I finished speaking, I bowed deeply to the door, my nose felt a little sore, and I silently glanced at the door before quietly leaving.
Finally, it was time to say goodbye. In front of the villa, An Xiaomin, Yang Yifan, Uncle Yang, Aunt Jiang, and Zhuang Youting saw An Xiaomei and me off to the car.
The An sisters hugged and said goodbye, and An Xiaomei said goodbye to everyone. I also said goodbye to everyone, and I bowed especially to Uncle Yang.
Finally, An Xiaomin and I locked eyes, all the sorrow of parting unspoken in our gazes.
After we left, Yang Yifan drove Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang back to their home, then went to a relative's house to pick up Yang Anyi. The villa fell silent.
An Xiaomin took a morning-after pill and went to her father's room, talking to Uncle An about An Xiaomei and me.
Uncle An sighed, "Xingyan is a good girl, but you two were in love before, and then what happened... How could I let you two sisters end up with the same man?"
An Xiaomin suddenly burst into tears, squatting beside her father and holding his hands. "Dad, did you really give away that child from back then?"
Uncle An wiped away his daughter's tears and said, "I really did. He was taken away from the hospital. Because it was a boy, the family was overjoyed and even offered me money, but I refused. I can't sell my grandson."
An Xiaomin buried her head in her father's lap and sobbed.
Uncle An couldn't help but shed tears, gently stroking his daughter's hair. "Child, back then, because your uterine wall was too thin, a miscarriage could easily have caused lifelong infertility. Under duress, I had to let you secretly give birth to the child under the guise of treating depression, and then immediately sent him away. Over the years, have you ever resented your father?"
An Xiaomin raised her tear-streaked face and gazed at her father. "Dad, I don't resent you. I know you did it for my own good, how could I resent you? I just..."
she sobbed, "I just miss him so much, I miss my child. For these twenty-two years, not a single day has passed without me thinking of him..."
She buried her face in her father's lap, sobbing uncontrollably, and Uncle An was also in tears. The father and daughter cried for a while before stopping.
There was a knock on the door and Zhuang Youting's voice outside, "Uncle, sister, can I come in?"
An Xiaomin quickly sat back on the sofa, wiping away her tears, and said, "Tingting? Come in!"
Zhuang Youting came in and said, "Uncle, sister, I want to discuss something with you."
Then, she told the father and daughter that she wanted to move out. An Xiaomin and her father exchanged a glance, then An Xiaomin took her sister's hand and pulled her to sit beside her.
"If it's because of what your brother said earlier, then there's no need for this. This is my home, not his."
"No, sister, it's not my brother's fault. I'm moving out myself. Mom and I both feel that I've settled down in Chongqing and don't want to trouble you anymore."
An Xiaomin held her sister's hand gently and said, "Tingting, how can you and Mom think like that? We're family. My home is your home."
Uncle An added, "Yes! Tingting, with your uncle and sister here, you can stay here peacefully. Nobody can say anything."
Zhuang Youting's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, sister. I just wanted to live closer to the company." "To avoid the hassle of commuting to and from work. I'll come back to see you every Saturday and Sunday from now on."
An Xiaomin glanced at her father again and said to her sister, "If that's really what you're thinking, I won't force you. How about this, I'll pay the rent, since your salary is low right now..."
Zhuang Youting quickly shook her head, "No, no, sister, how can you do that? Absolutely not."
An Xiaomin tried to persuade her, but Zhuang Youting still firmly refused, "If that's the case, I'll go back to Dazhou and not stay in Chongqing."
An Xiaomin had no choice but to give up and asked her sister if she had found a place. Zhuang Youting said she had almost found one and would finalize it after the holiday. An Xiaomin also instructed her not to rent a place that was too old or in a complicated environment, and not to share with a man. If she didn't have enough money, she would help out.
Zhuang Youting said she was renting a studio apartment, which was quite nice. An Xiaomin suggested that she go see the apartment on the day of signing the contract, and Zhuang Youting agreed. The two sisters then finalized the matter.
Beside Terminal 3 of Jiangbei International Airport, An Xiaodong pulled me aside and said, "From a young age, my dad taught me that I am a man and should dedicate my life to protecting my older and younger sisters. So..."
He suddenly raised his voice, "Chen Xingyan, I'm warning you, you wronged my sister in the past, don't you dare wrong my sister again, and don't you dare hurt her. Otherwise, I will never forgive you."
I had nothing to say and nodded.
As the plane slowly took off, looking at the land below the window growing smaller and smaller, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
Twenty-three years ago, for the sake of peace for two families, I resolutely left, wandering from place to place. Twenty-three years later, I returned to these two families, still bringing them deep trouble.
"Are you alright?" An Xiaomei beside me asked softly, taking my hand.
I smiled slightly and said, "Perhaps, I shouldn't have come back at all."
I looked at the land below the window again, silently repeating in my heart, farewell, Chongqing, farewell, the woman I love so deeply, I will never come back...

(To be continued)

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