FM-V3-14

Chapter 14 Fallen Mother Volume Three 

I don’t know exactly how that day ended. All I know is that when I woke up, I was already in my own room in the villa. 

From the next room, I could hear the heavy panting of a man, mixed with my mother’s moans the kind I’d heard countless times on the surveillance system. 

But unlike before, my mother’s moans were no longer the “be gentle” that could make people shiver; they had become lewd and wild. 

How should I put it? 

It was all because of me. My mother only became like this to protect me. Now, I can’t even tell if she’s enduring humiliation for my sake or if she’s truly surrendered herself to that bastard. 

But what that man said was right: at least until I’m strong enough, I need to endure and restrain myself, and when I finally can, I’ll set things right. 

Thinking this, I sighed, got out of bed, and stretched. I didn’t notice anything wrong with my body. 

Maybe I moved a bit too much, because the passionate noises next door paused for a moment. 

“Wait… wait… ah!! Fan… Fanfan!! I think… ah!! I think he’s awake, let… let me go… check, Master!! Let me… ah!!! check.” 

“What’s there to check? He just fainted, kids are tough, he’ll be fine. Let’s continue, my little slut.” 

“Ah!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!” 

I couldn’t make out every word, but that was the gist. It made me feel a bit better at least my mother still cared about me, didn’t she? 

Forget it. Under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head. I’m just a kid about to start high school. What can I do? The only thing I can do is try to lighten my mother’s burden. 

With that thought, I got dressed, took my phone, and left the villa. I sat on the beach, watching the clouds and tides. 

The next 13 days passed like this. Every morning, I woke to the sounds of a man and woman joining in the next room. 

It became my alarm clock. After being woken like that, I wouldn’t even wash my face or brush my teeth just get dressed and go sit alone on the beach. 

The sun was bright, the sand and waves beautiful, but for me, those days were dark. More than once, I almost couldn’t resist walking into the deep sea. 

But fear and the threat of death stopped me every time. That only strengthened my resolve to endure and get stronger for revenge. 

As the day for school and my mother’s return to work approached, our “family of three” ended the honeymoon trip. 

After several hours of travel, we returned to China. I rested at home for less than two days, even though there was still a week until school started. 

But because Yuncai Noble High School has a special education model, I went with my “parents” to the neighboring province to register and officially start my high school life. 

I have to admit, after they left, looking at the new environment and the hope for a new life, my long-dead heart finally came alive again. 

… 

After sending Fanfan to school, Su Zihan returned home with Zhu Dezhi. 

Without her son at home, she sometimes worried about him, but having only the couple at home made life much easier for the female mayor and her new husband. Even work felt lighter. 

The only trouble was that her husband would sometimes show up at her office to “surprise” her. Each time, she had to endure the extreme pleasure and the man’s “love,” afraid she’d lose control and be heard by the leaders and colleagues on her floor. 

One night after work, Su Zihan, now fully in her role as a wife, took off her work clothes, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen to cook for herself and her husband. 

About 20 minutes later, Zhu Dezhi came home, changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and shouted toward the kitchen: 

“Hey! Bitch, how much longer till dinner?!” 

Completely trained by the man, Su Zihan didn’t care about the insult. She kept working, just turning her head and shouting back: 

“Wait a bit, just a few more minutes.” 

Just as she said, a few simple dishes were soon ready. She brought them to the table, took off her apron, and told the man, who had just finished his cigarette and was watching TV: 

“Dinner’s ready, come eat.” 

He glanced at the TV, got up, sat at the table, took the bowl of rice from Su Zihan, and began eating. 

After serving herself, Su Zihan also started eating. The two chatted casually as they ate. 

Suddenly, Zhu Dezhi’s phone rang. He put down his chopsticks, took out his phone, and saw “Zhao Xueying” on the screen. He froze, then instinctively looked at his wife. 

Su Zihan also saw the caller ID. As vice mayor, she knew who this woman was, and guessed why she was calling. 

To prevent the worst, she said first: “If she didn’t get pregnant and wants to look for you, I warn you, you’re not allowed to touch her again. You’re married now, you’re my husband, and I don’t want to see headlines about Vice Mayor Su Zihan’s husband cheating.” 

To be fair, since returning from the island and sending Fanfan to school, Zhu Dezhi had restrained himself a lot. 

He still treated her like a bitch in bed, but never took her out on a leash again. All the “games” were limited to the villa. As he said: 

“Before marriage you were a bitch, after marriage you’re still a bitch, but you’re my wife, so I can’t treat you like the others.” 

To the old Su Zihan, this would have sounded perverted, but women can be unreasonable when special treatment is for them, they’re happy. 

“Heh, don’t worry, wife, I know what I can and can’t do.” 

“Hmph! Idiot, answer it.” 

Their brief conversation over, Zhu Dezhi put on a serious face, put the phone on the table, and answered on speaker, maybe to show loyalty. 

“Hey! Old bastard, you haven’t called me in ages. Are you lost in Vice Mayor Su’s tender arms and forgotten your little bitch?” 

Zhao Xueying’s voice was as seductive as ever. Zhu Dezhi wanted to respond, but Su Zihan was right there. He glanced at her angry look, gave an awkward laugh, and said: 

“I’m married to her now, so watch what you say.” 

“Huh?!” 

Clearly, this news surprised Zhao Xueying. But after a brief pause, she said: 

“Damn, how come there was no news about your wedding? I was thinking, if that loser ever found out the kid wasn’t his, I’d come live with you.” 

Hearing her mention pregnancy, both Zhu Dezhi and Su Zihan were stunned. They hadn’t expected that just one night would be enough for her to get pregnant. 

Realizing he had a child, Zhu Dezhi’s eyes lit up with excitement, but with his wife beside him, he suppressed his joy and said indifferently: 

“Yeah, got it. Take care of yourself. If you need anything, come to our hospital.” 

After a pause, Zhao Xueying asked: “Su Zihan isn’t next to you, is she? Why are you so quiet?” 

“Ahem! Yeah.” 

Hearing this, Zhao Xueying realized her guess was right. She laughed awkwardly and said: 

“Okay, I’ll probably do my checkups at your hospital. Say hi to your wife for me. I’ll hang up now.” 

The call ended. The couple exchanged an awkward glance, then continued eating, but both were lost in thought because of the call. 

“I have a child. My own child. The Zhu family has an heir now, and I can get my hands on the Fang family’s billions. Hahaha.” 

That’s what Zhu Dezhi was thinking, though he tried to hide his joy for Su Zihan’s sake. 

But how could Su Zihan, now vice mayor, not notice her husband’s happiness? Seeing how fast he ate and how often he picked up food, she grew more worried. 

After the meal, Zhu Dezhi got up like a boss, coughed, and said: 

“Heh, wife, I’m done. I’ll go rest upstairs, you clean up.” 

Without waiting for a reply, he left the table, his steps quickening. As he reached the top of the stairs, Su Zihan could feel his barely contained excitement. 

“Hey! Mom, good news, the Zhu family has an heir!” 

“Huh?! Oh, I got married. Right. But it’s not my wife who’s pregnant, it’s someone else. When the kid’s born, I’ll bring him home for you to see.” 

“That… that’s someone else’s wife. It’s not convenient to bring her home. If you want, I’ll bring my wife and the kid to see you.” 

“Heh, Mom, you know me, I only have one vice women. Heh heh.” 

“Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong. Your daughter-in-law is amazing. When you meet her, you’ll see. I’m married now, I’m not messing around anymore.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll hang up now.” 

Upstairs, Zhu Dezhi’s booming voice came through he was calling his mother, whom Su Zihan had never met. Hearing his proud tone, her worry deepened. 

But she was a strong woman, so she suppressed her feelings, cleared the table, and went to wash the dishes. 

Zhao Xueying was pregnant. Just one night, and she got lucky. In a few months, she’d give birth to her husband’s child. 

While cleaning, Su Zihan’s mind was elsewhere, replaying what Zhao Xueying had said. 

If Fangfan’s father found out the child wasn’t his, knowing him, he’d divorce Zhao Xueying and leave her with nothing. 

Then, with a child and nowhere to go, she’d come to Zhu Dezhi. If that happened soon, Su Zihan still had her body, status, and skills to keep Zhu Dezhi’s heart. 

But in a few years, when she was older and her looks faded, what then? 

She was already in her thirties. When she passed forty and her body declined, would she still have what it takes to compete? 

After thinking it over, she realized that while her skills and status were advantages, a blood child was something she couldn’t match. 

What would she do then? Imagining life without Zhu Dezhi, she saw only loneliness and despair. 

No, she had to do something. She couldn’t just watch another woman steal her man, even if she didn’t like him. 

But did she really not like him? She hadn’t even thought about that. Now, her bitterness turned into a sense of crisis about her marriage. 

She sped up, finished cleaning, and took a bath. 

Since returning from vacation, every night after chores and a shower, she would go to her bedroom to serve her husband. 

But tonight, she was in no mood for that. While bathing, she made up her mind. But before putting her plan into action, she went to Fangfan’s room. 

She sat at the long-unused desk, turned on the computer, and checked the surveillance system. Her husband wasn’t in the bedroom waiting for her he was in the living room, smoking and watching TV. 

From the surveillance, he seemed engrossed in a sports program, but occasionally she saw him make a victory sign with his left arm. 

Su Zihan knew his mind was full of joy at having an heir. Watching TV was just a cover. 

Seeing this, her sense of crisis deepened. She closed the surveillance, opened the browser, and went to Baidu. 

Her slender fingers typed in: “Precautions for older women preparing for pregnancy, conception, and childbirth.” 

A flood of information appeared. She read carefully, line by line. 

After half an hour, she had a general idea and closed the computer. She left Fangfan’s room and went to her own. 

Opening the door, she didn’t see Zhu Dezhi waiting for her as usual. She sighed, left the door open, and went to her wardrobe. 

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out a sheer, sexy nightgown. 

She took off her loungewear, revealing pink lace lingerie, then put on the pink, see-through robe. 

She checked herself in the bathroom mirror. Her gentle, sexy look even made her heart race. Thinking of what she was about to do, her body flushed with heat. 

Ready, she took another deep breath, walked down the stairs with a seductive sway, and went to the sofa. 

Zhu Dezhi, still basking in his joy, noticed someone beside him and turned. 

He saw his “mayor bitch” Su Zihan in a sexy yet elegant nightgown, her pale, pink-tinged thighs peeking out, her pink lace panties faintly visible. He was instantly captivated. 

Before he could speak, Su Zihan sat down, took his arm, wrapped it behind her head, and lay on his chest. Her delicate hand slipped into his shorts and gently stroked him. 

Though she’d initiated before, she’d never been this formal. Zhu Dezhi realized what she wanted, but waited for her to say it for his own satisfaction. 

“Wife, what’s up?” 

Seeing him play dumb, Su Zihan rolled her eyes, pulled down his shorts, found the cock she couldn’t live without, and started stroking it. 

When it was hard enough, she looked at him with longing, then obediently bent down and began to suck. 

“Jealous?” 

She didn’t stop, just shook her head, then nodded. 

The contradictory answer left Zhu Dezhi a bit lost, but after enjoying it for a while, he asked, “Afraid I’ll leave you now that I have a kid?” 

Again, she shook her head, then nodded. 

This time, Zhu Dezhi understood. He stroked her hair and said with a smile: 

“If you’re worried, let’s have a kid too.” 

At these words, her sucking paused, then resumed, but now she only nodded. 

Satisfied, Zhu Dezhi patted her hair and said softly: 

“Alright, come up.” 

She stopped, let his cock slip from her mouth, stood, and untied her nightgown, letting it slide off her milky skin. 

She took off her panties, straddled him, guided his now-raging cock to her pussy, and sat down hard. 

As they joined, both sighed. Sitting on his lap, she quickly adapted to his size. 

She moved her leg onto the sofa, took one breast in her hand, and offered it to him. 

It was as if she was telling him she had the experience, ability, and a full breast to nourish their child. 

Looking up at her eyes, full of grievance, submission, and tenderness, Zhu Dezhi, who’d long vented his violent desires, finally enjoyed a moment of gentle sex. 

When he took her erect nipple in his mouth, the two began the foreplay before “breeding.” 

After more than an hour, from the living room to the bedroom, their marathon finally ended. 

Lying on the big bed, after three orgasms, Su Zihan let the man’s hand gently caress her sweat-dappled belly, as if she were already pregnant. 

“Zihan, today’s not your ovulation period, is it?” 

“Hmm?” She snuggled closer and said, 

“Eight more days, then my ovulation period starts.” 

“Oh, so I can’t touch you for eight days. I’ll have to save up to give my little bitch a baby.” 

“Idiot!” The former mayor, once unable to stand dirty talk, now only rolled her eyes at him. 

She instinctively turned her back, took his hand, and wrapped it around her waist. 

“Old Zhu, we’re not young anymore. If we want a kid, we have to prepare. Don’t smoke, live regularly, and… let’s sleep in separate rooms for a couple of days, okay?” 

Hearing the hint of complaint in her voice, Zhu Dezhi laughed, pressed his big body against her smooth back, and rubbed his still-hard cock against her round butt. 

“I’m fine with that. But can you bear it, little bitch?” 

At that, Su Zihan reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, glaring at him and saying: 

“Why wouldn’t I? Once I’m pregnant, I’ll find a chance to cut off your trouble-making thing.” 

But as she said this, her careful handjob betrayed her real feelings. 

Amid his laughter, they did nothing more and fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

A week passed. It was now the National Day holiday. The hospital was still open, but less busy, so Zhu Dezhi had more time. 

With one day left before “baby-making,” he planned to pick up Su Zihan from city hall. 

Two minutes before quitting time, he took a cigarette from his desk, but then thought better, put it down, and stared out the window at the sunset. 

After a while, a sly smile appeared, and he picked up the phone and dialed a number. 

… 

Yuncai Noble High School, neighboring province, 5:30 p.m., school track. 

“Be home before 8:30 tomorrow night, or I’ll come to your school and drag you back myself.” 

With that, the call ended. Looking at “Zhu Dezhi” on the screen, my mind was full of suspicion. 

What’s that bastard up to now? 

Since starting school, life here had been good. The intense study left little time to dwell on what happened during the vacation. 

Though I had more free time during the break, I had friends, so I was fine. 

But now he called, wanting me home probably to make me watch him torment my mom again. My good mood vanished. 

But unlike before, I now had confidence. My horizons had broadened at school. I believed in my bright future. 

After graduation, I’d find my own path to success and return to repay the suffering he forced on my mother and me a hundredfold. 

But for now, I had to get through this. 

Though I didn’t want to go home, I had no choice. I checked for train tickets online. 

It was the next province not far, but not close. I booked a noon train, so I’d get home just before 9 p.m. 

He wanted me home by 8, but this wasn’t too late. Hmph, consider it interest before my real revenge. 

After a night in the dorm, I got up, ate breakfast, and took a taxi to the train station. Soon, the high-speed train was moving, and for the first time in a month, I was on my way home. 

At about 7:50 p.m., I arrived in my city, took a taxi home, and walked toward the villa with a nervous heart. 

Entering the yard, I noticed the front door was open. I frowned how could both adults forget to close it? 

Assuming nothing, I went in and shut the door. 

The living room was pitch-black. Only the staircase to the second floor was lit. 

Maybe it was the atmosphere, but even at home, I tiptoed like a thief, afraid to make a sound. 

Climbing the stairs, I finally heard faint sounds from my mother’s bedroom. 

“Little slut, you’re sure it’s today? I’ve saved up a lot don’t let it go to waste.” 

“Oh, stop talking, just fuck me already. I was so wet cooking for you tonight. If not for these days, I wouldn’t be like this.” 

“Wow! So wet. Looks like you’re really fertile today.” 

“Then what are you waiting for? Breed me, I want your child so badly, Master, fill me up.” 

Hearing this, even though I was prepared, it felt like a hammer blow. 

Mom wants to have Zhu Dezhi’s child? Give me a little brother? Shouldn’t she talk to her son first? Why didn’t she mention it when we spoke two days ago? 

Why? Why does she want his child? Has she thought about what will happen to me if they have a kid? Does she not love me anymore? 

A thousand questions swirled in my mind, freezing me in place. 

“Ah! Master, you’re inside, so full.” 

“Whew! Damn, your slutty cunt is the best!” 

“Damn! You’re so hard, you must’ve been holding back these days.” 

“Heh, little bitch, you know me. Why’s your tight pussy so hot and tight tonight? Feels amazing.” 

“Don’t you know? A woman’s sensitivity during ovulation is hundreds of times higher. And your big cock my little bitch pussy remembers your shape!” 

“So big! As soon as you’re in, my pussy can’t wait to welcome you home!” 

“Move… move… Master, move!” 

Their conversation my mother’s familiar voice, but nothing like the mother I remembered. She was completely conquered. 

I realized: if he came in her tonight, she’d get pregnant. With his twisted personality, he’d use the child to take my mother from me. If that happened, I’d be finished. 

No, I had to do something. But what? I racked my brain for a way to stop my mother from being bred tonight. 

But the two in the bedroom gave me no time. As her ovulating vagina adapted to his cock, Zhu Dezhi began thrusting. 

Though every thrust was tight, their sex was smooth her fluids lubricated them so thoroughly there was no gap between their bodies. 

“Oh! Damn, you’re so tight tonight, I might not last.” 

“It’s fine! Husband! Daddy! Master! I feel so much tonight too!” 

“Faster, fuck me, I’m about to come!” 

Zhu Dezhi was surprised by how quickly Su Zihan climaxed. He stopped thrusting, buried himself deep, and enjoyed her spasming pussy. He glanced at the door, wondering why the kid hadn’t shown up yet. 

“Master !! What are you looking at?” 

As he wondered, Su Zihan wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and whispered in his ear: 

“Daddy, hurry, my daughter’s eggs can’t wait. Breed your little bitch’s eggs.” 

Her pleading made his cock throb, growing even thicker and longer. 

He forgot about his planned surprise, started pounding her at full speed, and said: 

“Slut, I’ll fuck you till your belly’s big, give me a fat boy.” 

“Ah!!! I’ll give you a whole litter! As many as you want, just fuck me forever, never leave me!” 

Her cries snapped me out of it. I rushed downstairs, grabbed a kitchen knife, and stormed back up. 

In the bedroom, Zhu Dezhi heard the footsteps and prepared himself. 

A second later, I burst in, knife raised. But I was just a kid my movements were slow. 

As I reached the bed, my mother saw me, was startled, and shouted: 

“Fanfan, don’t!” 

Maybe her voice made me pause. Zhu Dezhi seized the chance and kicked me hard in the shoulder. I stumbled back and fell, the knife clattering away. 

“Fanfan, are you okay?” 

My mother tried to get up, but Zhu Dezhi grabbed her ankles and bent her in half, resuming his furious thrusts. 

The pleasure overwhelmed her, and she lay limp, raising her hips to meet him. 

Seeing the main character had arrived, Zhu Dezhi didn’t stop. He glanced at Su Zihan, then at me: 

“Stupid son, you’re back. Good, watch me breed your mom, give you some brothers. How about two more after this one?” 

“Master ah!! Don’t… don’t… ah!! Don’t upset Fanfan, please!” 

Zhu Dezhi ignored her, stared at me, and said: “Were you listening downstairs?” 

“You heard what your mom said while I fucked her, right?” 

I clutched my chest, stood up, and glared at him: “My mom is just enduring for me. She only says those things so you won’t hurt me.” 

He stopped, buried himself deep, and looked at me as if seeing a stranger: 

“Oh, not bad, your talking’s improved. Good, good, I didn’t waste my words on you.” 

“But too bad, kid, you’re still too green to play with me.” 

He turned to Su Zihan, a disgusting smile on his face: 

“Little bitch, let’s end it here. Don’t say I’m cruel I’ll give you both a chance. If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll pull out and leave. You can take your revenge however you want. If I beg for mercy, I’ll die a miserable death. Deal?” 

My mother’s face was conflicted. As he slowly pulled out, the more he withdrew, the more reluctant she looked. 

I felt a sense of dread. Sure enough, within three minutes, I saw her reach down, grab his cock covered in her juices, and gently guide it back in. 

Seeing this, Zhu Dezhi knew she’d chosen him. He smiled smugly, letting her guide him back inside. 

But she still wasn’t satisfied. She reached around, grabbed his scrotum, and, for the first time that night, looked me in the eye and said: 

“I’m sorry, Fanfan. Mom… Mom can’t live without him. I’m sorry, Fanfan, it’s my fault!” 

As she felt him swell inside, pressing deeper, she realized she was about to be bred. Looking at me, she pleaded: 

“Fanfan, just listen to Mom one last time… please, it’s late. Go to bed, okay? Please, just this once.” 

“No!” Before I could answer, Zhu Dezhi spoke, drawing our attention: 

“We’re making your little brother, how could you not witness it? Stand there and watch me breed your mom.” 

Despair rose in my eyes, but there was a sliver of hope maybe Mom would persuade him. But just as she was about to speak, he started moving again, pounding her with all his strength and speed. 

Right in front of me, he fucked her, fluids splattering everywhere. At first, she was ashamed with me there, but as pleasure overwhelmed her, she forgot everything. 

She turned her face back to him, staring at the man on top, enduring his thrusts, feeling the waves of pleasure, and longing for his cock to fill her womb with semen. 

Zhu Dezhi’s perverse desires weren’t so easily satisfied. With me watching, he thought of new ways to humiliate her. 

He stopped, pulled out so only the head remained, rubbed it at her entrance, and fondled the tattoo on her ass, grinning: 

“My slutty bitch, tell that bastard son what you are to me.” 

Though she saw me out of the corner of her eye, her pitiful pride couldn’t withstand her body’s desires. After a moment’s hesitation, she closed her eyes and shouted: 

“Daddy, isn’t it tattooed on your daughter’s ass?” 

“But Daddy forgot. Say it again.” 

Unable to bear it, she shouted, ignoring me: “I’m Daddy’s mayor fleshlight, Daddy’s exclusive slut.” 

I knew Zhu Dezhi made her say this for my benefit, but what could I do? 

At this moment, I felt life was meaningless. I stood there like a zombie, watching the couple reach their climax. 

Her words were like opening the floodgates for Zhu Dezhi. Memories flashed through his mind her haughty attitude, their first training, the office, home, the island. 

He imagined the future: Su Zihan six months pregnant, lying sideways as he fucked her from behind; after the child was born, her naked, riding him, nursing the baby while he sucked her other breast. 

Lost in these fantasies, his pleasure peaked. He spread her legs, pulled her tightly into his arms. 

At the same time, Su Zihan felt him swell inside her, the huge head pressing against her womb. 

As he pulsed, she reached a new height of pleasure. 

Unlike her earlier wild cries, now, at the moment of breeding, she returned to her original self. 

She wrapped her legs around him, pressed her toes into his ass, forcing him deeper. Their bodies were fused, his scrotum pulsing like a heart. 

The head pressed against her womb, and as their bodies shuddered, he pumped his foul, white semen into her noble, sacred womb. 

At her second climax, her reproductive system exceeded her age’s expectations a perfect egg was released. 

As soon as it left the ovary, billions of sperm surrounded it. The strongest one, like when her father first raped her mother, burrowed in. 

In less than 0.01 seconds, a fertilized egg combining Zhu Dezhi and Su Zihan’s genes was born. In the next few hours, it would float to the uterus, attach, and grow into a healthy baby over ten months. 

But neither Su Zihan nor Zhu Dezhi knew this. As the climax faded, she gently stroked his back with one hand, the other never leaving his scrotum, trying to coax out more semen. 

After two minutes, as his cock finally stopped pulsing, Zhu Dezhi was done. Even as it softened, it still filled her tight, fertile vagina. 

As the head was squeezed out by her cervix, Zhu Dezhi instinctively tried to pull out. 

But her legs clamped tighter. He looked down, puzzled. 

“Don’t… the cervix hasn’t closed, I… I’m afraid it’ll leak.” 

He realized his mistake, but her care for his semen was a good thing, so he laughed and stayed put. 

He fondled her breasts, slapped her tattooed ass. 

As he felt her cervix close, he finally pulled out. 

But as he tried to roll away, her arms tightened, pulling him close. Before he could ask why, she whispered: 

“Master, let Fanfan go to bed, okay? I… I can’t face him right now.” 

He grinned, raised his head, and instead of speaking to Fanfan, said: 

“Kiss me.” 

Maybe knowing she was now carrying his child, Su Zihan offered no resistance. She lifted her head, pressed her lips to his, and they kissed deeply. 

Her eyes were full of tenderness and pleading. After a moment, she clung to him like an octopus, but turned her face away, unable to meet her son’s gaze. 

Satisfied, Zhu Dezhi turned to me and said coldly: 

“Little shit, what are you staring at? I’ve finished breeding your mom.” 

When my mom admitted she was Zhu Dezhi’s bitch, my mind went blank. I don’t remember what happened next. 

Only when I heard that bastard speak did I come to my senses, and, on autopilot, quietly left the bedroom. 

Before leaving, I heard them talking behind me. 

“Heh, little bitch, the annoying brat’s gone. Let’s go again, just once more I’m afraid you won’t get pregnant.” 

“Idiot, if you call Fanfan that again, I won’t have your baby.” 

“Oh, I was just teasing the little brat. Why so serious?” 

“How is that teasing? If we have more kids, you can’t bully Fanfan, or I’ll take all three and leave you forever.” 

“Hahaha, good bitch, you really plan to give me three?” 

“Ah! Feels so good, so satisfying, don’t… don’t say three, as long as my body can handle it, I’ll have as many as you want!” 

“Good! Good! Good! My good bitch! From now on, we’ll just make babies. I want the Zhu family to flourish.” 

“Ah! Yes! I’ll give you sons, lots and lots of sons!” 

Even after I went to the next room, their conversation didn’t stop. I turned on the computer and saw my mom on all fours, being mounted by Zhu Dezhi like a real bitch. 

I finally understood I’d always been a clown, used by others. 

First Zhong Niu, then Qi Hao, then Old Jiao, now Zhu Dezhi they all used me to get to my mom. 

Maybe only if I disappeared would my mom truly be free. 

… 

Ten years later, Qingming Festival. 

In the cemetery on the outskirts, Su Zihan, now in her forties, stood before a grave in a black trench coat and dark sunglasses, placing a bouquet of flowers. 

After a while, she turned to a ten-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl and said softly: 

“Mingming, Lingling, bow to your brother.” 

The two children, faces full of innocence, obediently bowed. 

Just then, Su Zihan’s phone rang. Seeing “Master/Husband” on the screen, she smiled, answered, and said softly: 

“Hello, Lao Zhu?” 

“Yes, I’m at the cemetery. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Don’t worry, the doctor says our third child is developing well, even though I’m older.” 

“Idiot, it’s just that our bodies are good still able to have a third child at this age.” 

“Huh? Are you serious?” 

“Fine, who’s afraid? But if you die on me, I won’t visit your grave!” 

“Okay, and don’t go see that slut Zhao Xueying tonight. If I catch you a fifth time, I’ll break your third leg.” 

“Mm, mm, bye.” 

After hanging up, the two children looked at her curiously. The girl, Zhu Ling, asked: 

“Mom, people only have two legs. Why would you break Dad’s third leg?” 

Holding their hands, Su Zihan smiled happily, but didn’t explain. She just used that universal adult answer: 

“Lingling, you’re still young. You’ll understand when you’re older.” 

“Oh!” The innocent girl let her curiosity go and followed her mother to the car. 

After getting in, Ling, the now-aged secretary, turned and said: 

“Mayor Su, there’s some news. Do you want to hear it?” 

Still fixing her children’s clothes, Su Zihan didn’t stop, just asked: “What is it?” 

“Well, the city’s well-known entrepreneur, Fang Siming, died three hours ago from sudden illness. His two billion yuan estate all went to his youngest son, Fang Nianzhu.” 

“His funeral is tonight at eight. Do you want to go with Mr. Zhu?” 

Su Zihan froze so her last connection to the past was gone? 

After a long sigh, she said softly: “Forget it, no need. If I want to go, I’ll have Lao Zhu drive me.” 

As she spoke, she unconsciously touched her belly. Maybe it wasn’t obvious when standing, but sitting in the car, her slightly rounded belly showed after Zhu Ming and Zhu Ling, she was now pregnant with Zhu Dezhi’s third child. 

Back then, in that first breeding, their wild words in the heat of passion had come true. 

With the engine’s roar, the black government car carried Su Zihan, now mayor for five years, away from the cemetery. 

Among the many tombstones, only the one marked “Fangfan” had two bouquets one withered, one fresh as summer sunshine. Maybe soon, a new grave named “Fang Siming” would join them.