Yang Zhurou said angrily, "He said that both of us are destined for calamity, that my fate is full of hardships, and that around the age of thirty, I would face a major disaster. He told me to just let things take their course. That fortune-telling Taoist said that because I was abandoned by my family as a child, I carry a curse in my destiny. Only by overcoming this calamity can I find happiness."
After speaking, Yang Zhurou glanced at Xu Ruizhi, who was sleeping quietly. Suddenly, as if she had realized something, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she murmured, "Could it be…"
Yang Zhurou's face turned pale, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
Just then, Song Lianwei, lying on the bed, coughed a few times.
Yang Zhurou snapped out of her shock and hurried over, helping Song Lianwei sit up and lean against the headboard. She asked worriedly, "Lianwei, are you okay?"
Song Lianwei looked at Yang Zhurou and weakly shook her head to indicate she was fine.
"Sigh, that old fortune-telling Taoist said your fate is special, that ordinary people shouldn't have anything to do with you. But back then, you didn't believe him, and as a result…"
Song Lianwei sighed softly and looked out the window, her gaze distant, as if recalling everything that had happened in the past.
At that time, her mother had just passed away from AIDS. In the years before her death, her mother had avoided seeing her out of fear that she might also contract the disease, silently working outside to support her studies.
A few years later, just as Song Lianwei was about to enter the second year of middle school, her mother's AIDS worsened, and she eventually passed away.
During that period, Song Lianwei was deeply depressed and helpless, trapped in the shadow of grief day after day. She couldn't accept her parents leaving her one after another and even contemplated suicide.
In this oppressive state of mind, Song Lianwei encountered that old fortune-telling Taoist shortly after starting the second year of middle school.
"I remember you refused to accept your fate back then. So, in your third year of middle school and again in your third year of university, you found boyfriends, both from well-off families, not ordinary people. Unfortunately, they both ended up dying mysteriously."
Yang Zhurou sighed softly as she spoke.
"None of them lasted more than ten days. Even your first love, Lin Zixuan—well, I suppose he counts as your first love? On the fifth day of dating you, before you even held hands, he suddenly died while studying late at night."
After saying this, Yang Zhurou looked at her with a complicated expression.
Yang Zhurou glanced at Xu Ruizhi, who was sleeping quietly on the bed, her expression grave and troubled. She shook her head and continued, "And that boy in your third year of university, the one who pursued you passionately on campus. For five years, you refused to believe the old Taoist's words, thinking Lin Zixuan's death was just an accident. So, you agreed to date him for a while. On the sixth day of your relationship, you held hands."
Yang Zhurou paused, her gaze still fixed on Song Lianwei with a complicated look, and continued, "The next day, that boy…"
Halfway through her sentence, Yang Zhurou suddenly realized that Song Lianwei had just woken up and shouldn't be subjected to too much stimulation, so she swallowed the rest of her words.
The reason she had inadvertently said so much was partly because of Song Lianwei's stubborn personality. If things weren't made clear, Song Lianwei might attempt suicide again.
On the other hand, she was angry, feeling a sense of frustration—was it worth it to commit suicide over a rich second-generation heir? Even if it was just a small part of the reason, Yang Zhurou felt it wasn't worth it for her!
Yang Zhurou changed the subject and said coldly, "If you're still thinking about suicide, I can't stop you. But the moment you die, I'll follow right after you!"
Hearing this, Song Lianwei lifted her head, her gaze vacant as she stared at Yang Zhurou. Her lips moved slightly, but no words came out.
"After we're gone, Ruirui will become an orphan… But it's fine. The inheritance we leave behind will be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Actually, it might even be for the best—we've spoiled Ruirui so much that he's become somewhat incapable of taking care of himself. After we pass away, he'll have to learn to look after himself. Given Ruirui's personality, he'll probably adapt quickly. It's just that he might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, especially since the people closest to him will be gone."
Yang Zhurou spoke with an air of ease, as if discussing something ordinary.
Upon hearing these words, Song Lianwei's vision blurred with tears as she shook her head desperately.
"No… don't!"
A hoarse, pained voice reached Yang Zhurou's ears. Looking at the weeping Song Lianwei, Yang Zhurou felt a pang of sympathy.
She sighed softly and patted Song Lianwei's shoulder gently, comforting her, "Alright, alright, we won't commit suicide. We still have to see Ruirui go to university. We can't just leave like this."
"Wahhh—"
After hearing her words, Song Lianwei cried even harder, as if trying to pour out all the grievances she had accumulated over the past decade or so. Her sobs came in ragged gasps, a heartbreaking sight.
Listening to the conversation between his mother and Aunt Song, Xu Ruizhi, who was practicing cultivation nearby, learned about Aunt Song's experiences.
He hadn't expected Aunt Song to have had three boyfriends already. Although Xu Ruizhi felt a bit uncomfortable inside, he was relieved to hear that she hadn't been intimate with any of them.
After all, a man's possessiveness tends to be quite strong.
Of course, men with unusual preferences were an exception.
Additionally, Xu Ruizhi felt that the Taoist priest truly had some real skills; otherwise, he couldn't have been so accurate.
Could he be a descendant of the Zhouyi tradition?
Otherwise, how could he have been so precise? Fortune-telling, after all, is considered quite impressive if it's even thirty to fifty percent accurate, yet that old Taoist had managed to predict the fates of Yang Zhurou and Song Lianwei.
It seemed this world was far more fascinating than he had imagined!
Just then, Xu Ruizhi felt a wave of intense heat rising from his lower body. His heart stirred as he thought to himself: Finally, I'm ready for dual cultivation.
Xu Ruizhi began practicing according to the steps outlined in the dual cultivation chapter. Soon, a warm current filled his body, gradually making him feel warmer all over.
"It's so hot!" Xu Ruizhi gritted his teeth and persisted, his cheeks flushing slightly as the heat in his lower body grew more intense and firm.
The warm current surged wildly within him, continuously washing through his meridians. Every inch of his skin trembled, as if on the verge of splitting apart. After several rounds of this, the energy finally converged at the "dragon" below.
As the dragon swelled and grew, the inner heat became increasingly pronounced.
"It's finally about to succeed," Xu Ruizhi thought excitedly.
Now, only the final step remained to reach the Qi Refining stage. Once he achieved that, he would become a true cultivator.
…
After comforting Song Lianwei and seeing her gradually calm down, Yang Zhurou finally felt relieved and said, "Go to sleep. You've just woken up and your body is still weak. You need rest!"
"Mm." Song Lianwei nodded, slowly closed her eyes, and said nothing more.
Yang Zhurou looked at Song Lianwei's pale, paper-like face and sighed softly. She stood up, stretched lazily, and as she did so, Xu Ruizhi saw the massive peaks beneath her knitted sweater sway with her movements. At this sight, Xu Ruizhi could no longer hold back. His eyes instantly turned blood-red, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he thought to himself: Get on the bed!
Hurry up and get on!
Yang Zhurou was unaware of her son's unusual state. She stood up, ready to turn off the lights and sleep, but just as she was about to do so, her phone suddenly rang, shattering the quiet atmosphere in the room.
"Hello? Huh? What's going on? Where's Xiaofei? Oh, I see. I'll be right there!"
Yang Zhurou hung up the phone and glanced at Song Lianwei, noticing that she had opened her eyes and was looking at her with surprise. As she grabbed the keys to her electric scooter, Yang Zhurou said, "You go ahead and sleep. Something came up at work. As the department manager, I have to go deal with it right away. I'll be back in an hour or two. Don't worry about me. The office is close to the hospital—the round trip only takes about ten minutes."
After saying this, Yang Zhurou turned to Song Lianwei and asked, "Should I turn off the lights or not?"
Song Lianwei slowly shook her head.
Seeing this, Yang Zhurou waved at Song Lianwei, turned around, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Song Lianwei watched the door close, closed her eyes, and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
...
"..."
Xu Ruizhi was dumbfounded. He had finally gotten a chance to "devour" his mother, but halfway through, an unexpected obstacle had appeared, ruining everything.
He thought angrily to himself: Damn it, this is the second time. Is fate deliberately messing with me?
At this moment, Xu Ruizhi didn't know what to do. Desire slowly consumed his mind, and the dragon below grew hot and throbbing, as if trying to break free from the blanket.
"No! If this continues, I'll definitely lose control. At best, I won't be able to cultivate for three years, and my body will suffer irreversible hidden injuries... my foundation will be ruined."
"At worst... my meridians will shatter!"
Xu Ruizhi's eyes were blood-red, his desire surging like a flood or a wild beast.
He gritted his teeth, fiercely threw off the blanket, and stepped naked out of the hospital bed. The dragon was now exposed to the air—tall, hot, with bulging veins, fierce and terrifying, reflecting the turmoil deep within its owner.
He had already taken off his underwear earlier, so now he was only wearing a light short-sleeved T-shirt.
He walked to Song Lianwei's bedside, looking at the person lying there. His eyes hesitated briefly, but the fire of desire within him urged him on, compelling him to pounce on the beautiful and captivating Aunt Song...
His trembling hand reached out and gently lifted the corner of the blanket...
Xu Ruizhi lifted the blanket covering Song Lianwei's ankles, and immediately, a pair of snow-white, slender jade-like feet appeared before his eyes.
The feet were plump and smooth, crystal clear, like a piece of fine jade, glowing with a warm luster under the light.
Upon seeing these fair, slender, jade-like feet, Xu Ruizhi's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing grew rapid.
He swallowed hard and cautiously extended his right hand toward the white-jade-like ankle.
The moment his fingers touched the jade-like feet, he felt their skin—exquisitely smooth and delicate, like a peeled egg—so captivating that he couldn't bear to let go.
Playing with these beautiful ankles, he savored their elasticity, softness, and tenderness.
No wonder the ancients regarded a woman's feet as a private part to be protected—there was a reason for it.
Of course, feudal thinking was harmful, and such notions could not endure forever.
Xu Ruizhi glanced at Song Lianwei and, seeing she was still asleep, felt slightly relieved. He moved closer to her ankles, his towering dragon rising high and pressing against them.
"Hiss…"
Xu Ruizhi couldn't help but gasp, feeling the softness and elasticity transmitted from those beautiful feet, which only heightened the restlessness in his heart.
Unable to resist, he brought the jade-like feet together, then thrust his hips forward, driving the dragon directly into the gap between them…
A wave of pleasure surged from that spot, and Xu Ruizhi couldn't hold back a moan.
Under the impact of the dragon, the delicate jade-like feet trembled slightly. Xu Ruizhi felt as if he were about to take flight, his entire body tingling with waves of ecstasy that left him utterly intoxicated, moaning and groaning involuntarily.
…
A moment later, Xu Ruizhi was still reveling in the pleasure brought by the impact, nearing the point of release.
At that moment, Song Lianwei slowly stirred awake. She glanced at Xu Ruizhi with a dazed, confused expression before finally realizing what was happening. Looking down, she saw her feet clamped around Xu Ruizhi's thick, long member, which was still moving vigorously.
Xu Ruizhi, lost in the exquisite sensation and on the verge of climax, was startled when he saw Song Lianwei suddenly wake up. He immediately stopped his movements and shrank back.
Seeing this, a flash of shame and anger crossed Song Lianwei's pale face. She glared at Xu Ruizhi, her voice hoarse with fury, and snapped, "You…"
Startled by her shout, Xu Ruizhi's desire subsided slightly, and the haze of lust in his reddened eyes cleared somewhat. Looking at Song Lianwei, he wore an expression of guilt and embarrassment, stammering, "I… I'm sorry."
A flicker of disappointment and sorrow passed through Song Lianwei's eyes. She never expected this child to do something so despicable.
Seeing Xu Ruizhi's remorseful face, Song Lianwei felt a pang of heartache, but even more, she was overwhelmed by sadness and despair.
This was the child she and Yang Zhurou had raised—how could he do such a thing! It was truly a disappointment to both her and Zhurou!
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