"How do you want to make it up to me?" I glanced sideways at An Nuo.
"I can help you."
"Help me with what?"
"Help you… relieve yourself."
"I don't need that."
"Sister-in-law is away at school. You must be really pent up, right?" An Nuo raised her hand and made a stroking gesture, smiling as she said, "I can help you."
I snorted with a laugh. "Is that the only trick you have? Don't you have anything new?"
"Something new?" An Nuo bit her finger, thought for a long time, then her eyes lit up with a sly smile. "How does brother want to play? I'm up for anything."
Without a second thought, I reached out and opened the front door, stepping halfway outside before turning back to her. "I want to play in the hallway. Do you dare?"
"I dare."
An Nuo followed me out of the house. I pushed her against the wall and gazed at her with deep affection.
Leaning against the wall, An Nuo opened her eyes wide.
After a long moment of eye contact, she instinctively turned her head to the side.
I pinched her chin and turned her little face back, forcing her to look at me.
Her cheeks flushed slightly—whether from genuine shyness or just acting, I couldn't tell—and she whispered, "How do you want to play?" Ignoring her question, I asked instead, "Since you're being so open, why don't you tell me how many more things you're hiding from me?"
"Nothing at all." An Nuo blinked her big eyes, clearly lying.
I snorted coldly. "Cut the crap. You said the bruises on your face were from your uncle and grandmother, and that they abused you. How much of that is true?"
"Can we go inside first?" An Nuo looked at me with a playful smile. "I'm hungry. I'll go in and cook, and while we eat, I'll tell you everything in detail, okay?"
"No." I said firmly.
"Then… does brother want to play something else?"
"Close your eyes first."
"What for?"
"You'll know when you close them."
An Nuo blinked, hesitated for a moment, then finally closed her eyes and instinctively tilted her little head upward.
Her face really was delicate and adorable, but I wasn't going to be fooled by this little witch again. Without hesitation, I slipped back inside, grabbed the bag of vegetables she had left on the shoe cabinet, threw it out, and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang."
Peeking through the peephole, I saw that An Nuo didn't seem angry at all—as if she had expected it. She picked up the bag of vegetables, placed it by the door, waved at the door, and walked away humming a tune.
I sighed helplessly. She really was a little witch who made your teeth itch with frustration, yet remained utterly unpredictable.
…
The day of the gathering at my dad's place happened to be a Sunday. This time, though, it wasn't held at home but at a restaurant outside.
At noon, Bei Bei and I went together. When we entered the private room, besides my dad, An Nuo and her mother were also there.
It was Bei Bei's first time meeting An Nuo's mother, and she seemed puzzled. Seeing this scene, I already had a hunch.
Inviting An Nuo's mother to a family gathering—it seemed like things were about to come to a head.
My dad made a formal introduction, saying to us, "This is Aunt Liu Jie, An Nuo's mother." Aunt Liu smiled and greeted us.
Beibei furrowed her brows, and from her complicated expression, it seemed she had already guessed something.
During the meal, it was entirely up to Dad to keep the atmosphere lively. Beibei and I, along with Annuo and her mother, barely spoke.
Halfway through the meal, perhaps Dad felt the timing was right, he cleared his throat and said to us solemnly, "Well... I'm getting married to your Aunt Liu next week."
I had already prepared myself mentally, so I remained relatively calm.
Beibei was stunned, clearly taken aback. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say.
Dad looked at us, not continuing, as if waiting for our reactions.
After a long silence, I switched to a wine glass, then took the bottle of baijiu from in front of Dad and poured myself a full glass.
Dad seemed a bit confused, but since I was already an adult, he didn't stop me.
I raised my glass, clinked it with Dad's, downed it in one go, and then said seriously to him, "I respect your choice, but I firmly oppose your marriage to her." Dad was taken aback, holding his empty glass and looking at me in surprise. He frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you a couple of days ago? At that time... why are you saying this now?" Back then, I only knew you were getting married, Dad. I wished you well and respected your choice. But I didn't know she was Annuo's mother at the time. If I were to congratulate you now, I'd feel too guilty toward Mom."
Annuo sat there without saying a word, her expression calm. Her mother, on the other hand, kept her head down, looking embarrassed.
Beibei seemed to understand what I meant and quickly raised her hand in agreement, "If my brother doesn't agree, I don't agree either."
"Wait, you two..." Dad, seeing us united against him, was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Dad, my stance is clear. I'd congratulate you no matter who you marry, but I don't agree with you marrying Annuo's mother." I paused for a moment before continuing, "But you're my dad. Whatever you want to do, I can't stop you."
Dad shook his head and sighed, holding back for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Aunt Liu is pregnant."
"What?" Beibei's eyes widened in shock.
Annuo's mother blushed slightly and tugged at Dad's sleeve, as if trying to stop him from saying more.
Ignoring her, Dad continued, "You two are about to become an older brother and sister." This caught me off guard. I gave Annuo a thumbs-up, impressed by her.
Then, turning back to Dad, I said, "I stand by what I said. You're my dad, and you can do whatever you want. I can't control you. But I don't acknowledge Annuo's mother." I poured myself another glass of baijiu, raised it to Dad, and said, "I definitely won't be attending your wedding day. Today, as your son, I'll just drink with you to my heart's content." Dad seemed to want to say something to me but held back. Finally, he raised his glass and said, "Let's drink!"
In the past, drinking with Dad was always casual and moderate.
But this time was different. Not only did I let loose and drink heartily with him, but it was also the most I had ever drunk in my life.
As we drank, Dad reminisced about our childhood antics. As he spoke, he began to cry, patting my shoulder with tears in his eyes, saying, "I've let your mom down. I've let you and Beibei down."
I felt terrible too, thinking I had let Dad down and even more so, Mom. I kept saying to Dad, "No, no, it's my fault, all my fault as your son. If it weren't for me, this family wouldn't have fallen apart."
"You're not wrong! I'm the head of this family—it's all my fault!" Annuo's mom tried to persuade Dad to drink less, but he pushed her hand away and snapped loudly, "I'm talking to my son! Stay out of it!"
Annuo's mom felt both wronged and awkward, turning her face away with tears welling in her eyes.
Annuo reached out and held her hand, as if encouraging and comforting her.
Dad was already a bit drunk, looking at me with teary eyes. "Xiaodong, you're the eldest son in this family. This home... I leave it to you. You must take good care of your mom and sister." I was also dizzy, my head spinning, completely disoriented.
Hearing Dad say this, I reached out and wrapped my arm around Beibei's shoulders, pulling her tightly into my embrace, and declared loudly, "No problem! Mom and Beibei, I'll take care of them. Don't worry, Dad!"
Surprisingly, Beibei let me hold her like that without resisting at all. Annuo sat across from us, watching us, biting her lower lip with a complicated look in her eyes.
By the time the family dinner ended, Dad was completely passed out from drinking. Annuo's mom called a waiter to carry him downstairs to the car.
I could still walk on my own, but I needed Beibei to support me; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to tell which way was up.
Annuo walked on my other side, reaching out to help me, but Beibei blocked her hand away.
The usually cheerful little troublemaker now wore an uncharacteristically sad and hurt expression.
I turned to look at Annuo, raised my thumb, and laughed self-mockingly, "You... your goal... has... has been achieved. You're... a female Zhuge Liang, calculating... without fail. I'm no match for you."
"Brother, ignore her. Let's go." Beibei glanced at her and tried to help me leave.
Annuo lowered her head, remained silent for a long time, and then said softly, "My previous dad used to drink a lot too."
"Huh?" I didn't catch what she said.
Annuo took a deep breath, looked up, and said clearly, "My previous dad used to get drunk often. Every time he got drunk, he would try to lay hands on me. My mom would protect me and end up beaten black and blue by him."
I squinted at her, waiting. After a moment, she continued, "Once, the three of us went hiking. I argued with him, and he tried to hit me. My mom shielded me and fought with him. She accidentally pushed him, and he fell to his death."
This was the first time I had heard about this, and I was somewhat shocked.
But having been fooled a few times before, I didn't know whether her words were true or false. I snorted twice and asked, "Why... are you telling me this...?"
"Nothing, I just think my mom has suffered too much. She was sentenced to four years for causing death by negligence. After she got out, she lost her job, and I'm the only family she has left. It's all because of me—I ruined my mom's life."
Her eyes were red, as if she wanted to cry but was holding back. Her face was filled with pain and self-blame, and it didn't seem like she was acting.
I didn't know what to say and remained silent for a moment. Beibei spoke up, "I think... it's not really your fault. It was your foster father who was in the wrong."
Anuo sniffled and said, "After my mom got out, she's been living alone, with no one to rely on. I just wanted to find her a home."
I forced a smile. "You... to give your mom a home, you... destroyed our family. How could you... be so selfish?"
"I admit I'm selfish. You can scold me however you want. But don't blame my mom. This was all my doing. My mom had no idea."
I didn't know how much truth there was in her words. My mind was foggy, and I had no energy to figure it out. I stared at her for a moment, then, supported by Beibei, stepped into the elevator.
Anuo stood where she was, watching us leave without saying a word.
Because I was so drunk, taxi drivers were unwilling to take me. Beibei called Mom, and soon, Mom drove over.
Seeing Mom get out of the car, I grinned foolishly. "Mom, why are you here?"
Mom furrowed her delicate brows and scolded, "How did you get so drunk? How much did you drink?"
"Not... not much, just... half a bottle."
Mom glared angrily at Beibei. "How could he drink so much? Who let him?"
Beibei pouted, looking wronged. "It wasn't me."
I chuckled foolishly. "I... drank happily with Dad."
Mom looked disgusted and sighed. "Well, drunk like this, how can you even think about studying? This whole afternoon is wasted."
Mom and Beibei supported me on either side and helped me into the car.
I had been leaning on Beibei earlier, but now that I saw Mom, I instinctively leaned toward her. Mom wore a worried expression and pushed my head away firmly.
Beibei had school starting in the afternoon, so Mom dropped her off first before turning back. Perhaps because I was too drunk, she didn't feel comfortable leaving me alone in the rental apartment, so she took me home temporarily.
When we arrived downstairs at the residential complex, Mom helped me out of the car.
My body felt weak and boneless as I slumped against Mom's shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I admired her snow-white, delicate profile. Beneath her fair, smooth skin, a faint blush seemed to glow. My nostrils filled with the rich, intoxicating scent of her body, making me feel unusually restless. I pressed closer against her.
"Can't you walk properly?" Mom frowned and complained. "You don't know how to drink, yet you try to imitate others."
Perhaps because the summer heat hadn't fully retreated in early autumn, or maybe because supporting a grown young man like me was too exhausting, a thin layer of sweat glistened on Mom's snow-white cheeks, tinged with a subtle, indescribably captivating blush.
Remembering the conversation with Dad at the dinner table earlier and thinking of Mom's grievances and resilience over the past six months, my heart stirred. Without thinking, I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, grinning foolishly. "Mom, you're so beautiful."
Mom was startled by my gesture. She pushed me away and glared at me sideways, her voice cold as she demanded, "What are you trying to do?"
Looking at Mom, a wave of warmth surged in my chest. Emotions I had suppressed deep inside slowly rose to the surface, and emboldened by the alcohol, I blurted out, "Mom, I... promised Dad. I'll take care of you."
Mom knew I was speaking drunken nonsense. She wanted to scold me but didn't know where to start.
"No need."
"No way!" I stood swaying to the side, patting my chest as I declared, "A real man... keeps his word! I... promised Dad. I'll take care of you and Beibei."
"Take care of yourself first. Look at the state you're in," Mom said impatiently.
"I... don't care. I... I'm going to take care of you," I mumbled a few words before suddenly raising my voice and shouting, "Zheng Yiyun!"
Hearing me call her name so abruptly, Mom was taken aback for a moment before snapping back to reality and glaring at me. "What kind of drunken nonsense are you spouting?"
"I like you!" I had no idea what was happening to me. My mind was already a mess, and it felt like my words were no longer under my control.
Mom was startled and glanced around. Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and there weren't many people in the neighborhood.
"Stop acting drunk here. Let's go home."
"No!" I felt dizzy and disoriented, with Mom spinning endlessly before my eyes. As if finally liberated, I blurted out the words I had suppressed for so long: "You... even if you don't let me say it, I... have to say it. I like you!"
"Alright, alright. Let's go home first."
"No! You... you tell me first. Do you like me?"
"Yes, yes. You're my son, of course I like you."
Mom impatiently tried to grab my arm, but I shook her off.
"No! I... I'm not your son."
"Then who are you?"
"I am... I'm a man."
"What kind of man are you? What about you resembles a man?"
"Then tell me... how can I be considered a man?"
"First, listen to your mom—that's how you become a man. Stop making a scene and come home with me."
Mom tried to pull me toward the building entrance, but I shook her off again.
"I... I'm drunk. Whatever I say... you can't get angry."
Mom snapped angrily, "I'm already angry. Hurry up and come home with me!"
"Dad... Dad is getting married."
Mom fell silent for a moment before saying coldly, "Let him get married. It's not like the sky is falling."
"Then... then no one will want you anymore."
Mom glared at me, her cheeks flushed with anger. "Ling Xiaodong, are you asking for another beating?"
Unfazed, I continued on my own, "I... I want to pursue you. From now on... I'll be your man."
Mom glanced around, confirming no one was nearby, and lowered her voice to scold me, "Keep your voice down. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll leave you here." With that, she pretended to walk away. Panicked, I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around Mom's mature, sensual figure. Breathing in her sweet scent, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my cock involuntarily stiffened, pressing against her thigh.
As if sensing something unusual, Mom was horrified and instinctively pushed me away with force.
My body tilted to the side, my feet feeling as if they were treading on cotton. Already unsteady, I spun halfway like a top, staggered a few steps sideways, tripped, and tumbled into the flowerbed by the path. A sharp, tearing pain shot through my groin, as if my erect penis had been snapped in two, and I let out a piercing scream.
My mother initially thought I was faking it, but soon realized something was wrong. I had collapsed in the flower bed, clutching my groin, my face pale and covered in sweat.
Mom quickly crouched down, wanting to check on me but unsure where to start. Seeing me in excruciating pain, she hurriedly pulled out her phone and called the hospital.
The pain was unbearable. In my dazed state, I could only hear my mother continuously comforting me, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears.
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