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Mrs. Zhuang lay on the yoga mat, her taut thighs raised towards the sky and bent forward, her body forming a graceful "C" shape. He Wei stood nearby, acting as a coach to prevent any accidents.
After some time, Mrs. Zhuang indeed could no longer hold herself up. Normally, she should have pulled her body back, but perhaps she forgot or was simply too tired; her legs tilted forward uncontrollably! If she truly fell, her neck would be twisted beneath her weight.
At that critical moment, He Wei rushed forward and grabbed her legs, lifting her off the ground in a reverse motion.
The intimate contact between their bodies instantly broke down their defenses. Thus, what was meant to happen—what both of them silently wished to happen—did happen.
Once there was a first time, there was bound to be a second, and both were eager for more. Until one day, Mrs. Zhuang said to He Wei, “ Xiao Ya knows now. From now on, we’re done. You don’t need to come here anymore!”
Mrs. Zhuang was serious; her daughter was her heart and soul, and she couldn’t let her own happiness affect her daughter's life!
He Wei pretended to be helpless and reluctant, “voluntarily” resigning from his job as Dealer.
During their illicit relationship, Mrs. Zhuang had intermittently given him money several times for her child's tuition and training classes; He Wei didn’t want to lose such a wonderful connection. Moreover, being with the boss's woman was thrilling just to think about.
He played hard to get, not contacting Mrs. Zhuang for over a month, pretending as if nothing had ever happened.
Until one day he claimed he came to retrieve something forgotten at Dealer’s and suggested having tea with Mrs. Zhuang. He slipped something into her cup.
He Wei had once driven a taxi and had encountered all sorts of people; he spent a large sum to acquire some “powder” and took the opportunity to put it into Mrs. Zhuang’s drink.
Soon enough, Mrs. Zhuang found herself lost in an unexpected sensation she had never experienced before.
Drugs are something one should never try because the cost is unimaginable.
Mrs. Zhuang became addicted. She had money but lacked the means to obtain such substances.
She fought against her hardened heart countless times but was defeated by her cravings again and again; in agony for just one hit, she accepted any conditions He Wei proposed: financial or physical.
Family? Daughter? All cast aside into oblivion.
A person's downfall can sometimes occur in just a moment or a fleeting thought.
With control over Mrs. Zhuang, He Wei could have whatever he desired from Dealer.
Until one night when Mrs. Zhuang called in panic saying, “My daughter wants me to call the police! What should I do?!”
He Wei wanted to prevent anything that would plunge him into an irretrievable abyss. He restrained Mrs. Zhuang, saying, "If you call the police, I will go in, and you will lose everything you have now—your husband, your family, and your daughter... They will never forgive you!"
Mrs. Zhuang's consciousness was once again ensnared by him. When she heard that He Wei had a way to stop the situation from worsening, she unconditionally believed this devil. Following his instructions, she added a bit of white "sedative" to her daughter's breakfast. Although Mrs. Zhuang wanted to know what this "sedative" really was, she still did as he said.
Sure enough, her daughter no longer mentioned calling the police and drove off on her own. The so-called sedative was a powder that could cause a loss of control over one's consciousness, leading to extreme excitement—a highly pure substance. Only in this way could He Wei ensure that Qiuya Zhuang would forever remain silent without arousing suspicion.
However, he underestimated a mother's desire for revenge. With her daughter gone, Mrs. Zhuang felt it was all her fault; she had strayed from the right path and destroyed both her daughter and her family. This was all punishment for her failure to uphold her duties as a wife.
She could die, but she did not want to let the man who dragged her down escape unscathed. That evening, she drove to pick up He Wei. "Come with me for a drive," she said.
He Wei thought everything had passed and that they would start anew. Going out at night with his boss's woman to some dark place for a little escapade seemed quite nice... He believed it.
She drove up the Overpass, reaching the highest point several meters above the ground. Suddenly, Mrs. Zhuang slammed the steering wheel, crashing the car into the guardrail. The front of the car tilted upward before it flipped over and plummeted down, crashing heavily onto the ground and igniting into flames as the fuel tank exploded.
All notions of right and wrong, guilt and punishment vanished with the fire and explosion.
Mrs. Zhuang left behind a long letter explaining her thoughts and plans. One night, I had a dream where a girl named Qiuya walked past me with her father and mother. She told me she was very happy; their family was together and would never be apart again.
Author's Note
Chapter 42: Not Filial While Alive, Busy After Death
In Jiangcheng, if you randomly interview people on the street about who is the richest in this city, there may be various answers, but it will likely point in one direction: the residents displaced by the Urban Village redevelopment. In Little Hong Kong in the north of the city, a small village houses nearly 300,000 migrants, while our Wenyuan County has just over 400,000 residents in total.
This illustrates the gap between urban and rural life.
I don't know when it started, but people from the nearby rural areas began to bring their deceased loved ones to our Funeral Home. Some of them are genuinely wealthy, while others are compelled by circumstances: everyone else does it this way, and if you don't, you'll be looked down upon.
After all this buildup, I want to share a story.
One day, an elderly man was brought to our Funeral Home, accompanied by the village's Manager and his two sons. The deceased was their Father. From the Manager, we learned that elder Wu, who lived on the back street of their village, had grown old. He was not only deaf and visually impaired but also had poor personal hygiene.
The Eldest Son, Wu Ren, and the Youngest Son, Wu Yi, were both "Wife-Controlled," meaning they were afraid of their wives and dared not take their Father to live with them.
Old Wu was frail and unsteady; his cooking often resulted in undercooked or burnt meals. His days grew increasingly miserable. When the neighbors hadn’t seen him for three days, they called out to Wu Ren and Wu Yi: "Your Father hasn’t been out for three days; you should go check on him!"
The two brothers pried open their Father's door and found him lying on a hard bed, covered by a thin blanket—he had long since passed away.
Regardless of how one treated the elderly in life, the funeral must be handled properly after death. The two daughters-in-law busily tore at the mourning clothes while secretly feeling relieved: "That old man should have left long ago... now it's finally over!"
I don’t know when it became fashionable to send off the elderly at a Funeral Home. The two daughters-in-law were reluctant to spend money but feared public opinion even more, so they begrudgingly brought their Father here.
"Choose the cheapest Funeral Garment!"
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