The door was yanked open with a "click," and Lian Wuliang pulled Yu Jihong in and hugged her tightly. He hooked his heel on the door, and the dull slam echoed in the room.
The fresh scent of his shower wafted into Yu Jihong's nostrils, making her heart race and her fingertips tremble slightly.
Yu Jihong cupped his face in her hands, her gaze sweeping over his features. "Fang Yu really does look like you."
“My daughter, of course she looks like me.” Lian Wuliang put his arm around her waist and pulled her toward the bed, his steps so hurried he almost stumbled.
"Do you have a son or a daughter?" Yu Jihong didn't push him away, but instead looked up and asked.
"Son." Lian Wuliang's lips were already close to her ear, his breath making her ear tips burn.
How old are you?
“18.” Lian Wuliang had already pinned Yu Jihong to the bed, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.
"What month were you born in?"
"May." Lian Wuliang's lips covered hers, and his hand also reached up along her skirt.
Yu Jihong abruptly turned her head to avoid his kiss, and pushed him aside with both hands. "Jihong, what's wrong with you?" Lian Wuliang almost fell to the ground.
"18? Born in May 1982, right? I got married in January 1982 with Fang Yu. What, did your wife marry you while pregnant, or can she give birth to any number of children she has?" Yu Jihong stood up and straightened her clothes, her eyes as cold as ice.
"I, I..." Lian Wuliang was blinded by desire. He only wanted to enter Yu Jihong's body as soon as possible. He answered Yu Jihong's question without thinking much about it and did not consider the shocking implications of the question and answer.
"Jihong, I'm afraid of losing you, and you're still thinking of me, aren't you? Your choice is because you're waiting for me, isn't it?"
Yu Jihong bit her lip, "I've finally seen your true colors, and you still want to lie to me."
“Jihong, things have come to this. I promised I would make it up to you and our daughter. I just contacted my friends, and they will wire the money tomorrow. I will take care of you and our daughter for the rest of your lives. We will live a good life together from now on. I will never abandon you.” Lian Wuliang went up to Yu Jihong again. “Jihong, I miss you!”
“Move aside a bit. Fang Yu is downstairs. I told her that if I don’t come down in half an hour, I’ll have her call the police,” Yu Jihong said, pointing at him.
“Go and tell your daughter. I am her father, her biological father.”
Yu Jihong sighed, "You didn't raise her, you didn't, you don't deserve it, Lian Wuliang, don't come looking for me again."
Lian Wuliang tried to get closer to Yu Jihong, but Yu Jihong pointed at him and said, "Don't come any closer. If your colleagues or family find out, how will you live a peaceful life?"
"Okay, okay, I won't come over." Lian Wuliang raised his hands. "Jihong, let's talk this out. I was wrong, I deserve to die, it was my fault. Let's live well with our daughter from now on, okay? I will come to see you and take care of you."
“I don’t need you to support me. I’ve already gotten through the hardest times,” Yu Jihong said, her eyes reddening. “Have you found out if I’ve ever gone crazy? If I go crazy again and come to your workplace or your home, are you afraid?” Yu Jihong said through gritted teeth.
This really scared Lian Wuliang.
Yu Jihong took one last look at the man she had once deeply loved and thought about for so many years.
Yu Jihong slammed the door and left, a cold laugh running through her mind. She thought, "Going crazy, what a frightening thing. I won't go crazy for you, you don't deserve it!"
Fang Yu had been watching the stairwell from the lobby. When she saw Yu Jihong coming down, she called out, "Mom!" and ran over to support her.
"Fang Yu, he really lied to me." Yu Jihong's voice was a little hoarse.
"Mom, we're ignoring him, I don't acknowledge him." Fang Yu reached out and hugged Yu Jihong tightly around the waist.
Lian Wuliang watched their backs from the window upstairs.
The streetlights illuminated the silhouettes of the mother and daughter leaning against each other. Fang Yu pushed her bicycle, while Yu Jihong held her daughter's arm, leaning gently against her shoulder, her head tilted slightly, as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. The two spoke softly, and Fang Yu turned her head to respond; the scene was as quiet as a painting.
Lian Wuliang watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance. With a sharp "slap," he slapped himself hard across the face. His cheek stung, but the pain was nothing compared to the frustration in his heart.
"Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight." After returning home, the two washed up.
"good."
Fang Yu lay down next to Yu Jihong, tossing and turning. "Fang Yu, Mom is fine, don't worry about me!" Yu Jihong reached out and patted Fang Yu's back.
"Mom, do you regret it?"
Yu Jihong gently stroked Fang Yu's hair, her voice tender yet firm, "I don't regret it. If I hadn't met him, how could you exist? You are the best gift your mother has ever given me."
Looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, Yu Jihong continued, "In this life, who hasn't taken a few detours? The important thing is to be able to take responsibility for what you've done. It's good that he lied to me again this time, so I can see him for who he really is. He's a heartless man. Mom has completely let go now. It's so good. I feel so relaxed now. It's so good. Fang Yu, it's so good to have you!"
"Mom!" Fang Yu turned around and hugged Yu Jihong. "What would you do if what he said was true?"
“I won’t be with him, and I won’t touch other people’s husbands.”
"Mmm!" Fang Yu hugged Yu Jihong tightly.
The next day, after having breakfast at home, Fang Yu and Yu Jihong went out together. Fang Yu went to kindergarten, and Yu Jihong went to open the shop. "Daughter, it's a new day, work hard!"
"Mom, it's a new day, let's sell clothes well!"
"Okay, today we'll make sure every customer who comes to the store buys a dress," Yu Jihong joked.
"I believe my mom can do it. Goodbye, Mom!"
"goodbye!"
Yu Jihong opened the shop door. There were no customers yet in the morning. She was looking for a hanger to match the clothes.
As the morning light just spilled over the plane trees at the street corner, a rickshaw jingled and stopped in front of "Jihong Clothing Store," and Lian Wuliang got off.
Yu Jihong's heart sank. She thought that last night's meeting was goodbye forever, but she never expected him to come here again.
Lian Wuliang came in, took out a brown paper envelope from his bag, and placed it on the table. "Jihong, this is what I put together temporarily. It's not much. You and Fang Yu can buy whatever you need yourself."
Yu Jihong glanced at the envelope but didn't touch it. "I don't want your money."
"Jihong, I have to catch my train today, I'll come see you again next time."
"No need, take the money back." Yu Jihong went to get the envelope.
Lian Wuliang pressed her hand down, went out, and got into the rickshaw. "Master, hurry to the station."
Yu Jihong grabbed the envelope and followed the rickshaw to the door. The rickshaw rode away, and Yu Jihong stood there, clutching the heavy envelope in her hand, watching the rickshaw disappear around the corner. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, like the irreparable rift between them.
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