The next day, Grandma woke up early. She sensed something was wrong; she was incredibly tired. This exhaustion made her drowsy, but she only stayed awake for a short while before regaining her alertness. However, she had a slight bloating and an unusual feeling in her lower abdomen.
Grandma got up and noticed the sheets were a little disheveled and had a strange smell. Without thinking much of it, she went to the toilet to urinate.
As she squatted down, she felt a stinging sensation while urinating, and her lower abdomen felt tight. She didn't know why. After wiping herself with tissues, Grandma froze as she prepared to put on her pants. She found a stain on her underwear—a stain of semen that had spilled and dried.
Even though she hadn't had sex in a long time, Grandma wasn't completely ignorant; she could distinguish between vaginal discharge and semen. Seeing this stain, something clicked. Grandma rushed back to her room to check the stain on the sheets. There were a few dark pubic hairs on it—they weren't hers!
Grandma collapsed onto the bed, her expression one of disbelief. All the signs pointed to one thing: she had been raped the night before! And the man who could freely enter and leave the room was none other than her grandson! There might have been other men, but it was unlikely, as no other man would be in the villa.
A few tissues lay in the nearby trash can, still damp with semen and pubic hair—clearly traces of wiping afterward.
"What a tragedy!" Grandma burst into tears. She couldn't believe that her lifelong chastity had been violated, especially by her own grandson.
Grandma Lan Yuzhi wept on the bed, burying her face in the pillow. She knew something was wrong; she was drunk, and she'd seemed so comfortable last night—something was definitely amiss.
After half an hour of weeping, Grandma calmed down a bit. She considered confronting Zhao An, calling the police, even contemplating suicide. But in the end, she sighed, thinking of her daughter, her second daughter, whose fate was tragic. She raised a child alone, struggling to earn money to pay off debts. Now that things are finally a little better, she, as a mother, can't interrupt or destroy her daughter's family happiness.
It's not right. No matter how despicable her grandson is, she can only endure it. Her three daughters have all been raped and impregnated by him; if anything happens to him, they'll be devastated. Besides, her grandson can earn money now, so he's relatively conscientious. She can't, morally or logically, do anything to him; she can only silently bear it.
She went to the kitchen. Her aunt was already awake, eating bird's nest porridge. "Mom, come sit for a while. You look much better, your complexion is rosy. Let's have breakfast together. I told you, a little wine is good for your health."
Grandma could only force a smile and accompany her, casually drinking some bird's nest porridge. As they chatted, she suddenly asked, "What do you think of Xiao An?"
The aunt's pretty face flushed slightly. "That child is quite good, promising, and knows how to take care of us. Very good." She unconsciously touched her stomach, where her and Zhao An's child, born of illicit intercourse, was located!
Seeing her youngest daughter's actions, the grandmother felt even more bitter. "Were there any guests at home last night?"
The aunt knew what was going on and shook her head. "No, we don't entertain guests here; we always entertain them elsewhere."
Now the grandmother knew without a doubt that her grandson had raped her last night.
At this moment, Zhao An came downstairs smiling. "Good morning, Auntie and Grandma." He greeted her, seemingly hesitant to face her, grabbed some bread, and slipped away.
"Hey, remember to eat breakfast, don't go hungry!" the aunt called after him.
The grandmother's expression was complicated; she knew her grandson was feeling guilty. What else could she do? For the sake of her family, she could only endure it, pretending nothing had happened, but she still had to be wary of Zhao An.
However, Grandma Lan Yuzhi had no idea that this was all Zhao An's scheme; he was deliberately feigning guilt. Otherwise, given his shameless nature, how could he possibly feel guilty? This whole thing was actually to deceive Grandma, to make her feel better, and thus mislead her.
Today, Zhao An went to participate in the technology competition again; it was public voting day.
Since the electric balance scooter appeared yesterday, many people wanted to invest in this business, but none of them had any connections. Because Zhao An wanted to do it himself, he needed to expand his business and increase his reputation.
Unsurprisingly, first place went to him.
On the podium, Zhao An was in high spirits, looking incredibly triumphant. A person in high spirits is in a good mood; he had won the woman's heart and had achieved some success in his career—he was truly a chosen one!
Upon arriving at the hotel, he again had sex with Sun Yue and her daughter Lu Meifang, ejaculating inside them. This gave Sun Yue, whose emotions were somewhat agitated, a boost, bringing her to orgasm and ejaculating inside her. He wanted to give her a sense of security, making her more dependent on him.
That evening, back home, Zhao An, unusually, brought Lu Meifang and Sun Yue back for dinner, and they started drinking again.
Grandma Lan Yuzhi hurriedly declined, saying, "No, thank you, I don't drink, I'm not used to it, I'd rather not."
Zhao An didn't continue to urge her to drink, but instead began to boast. He talked about his business plans and some technological inventions, occasionally telling a few dirty jokes, making his mother laugh heartily.
Grandma was also very beautiful today; the semen from Zhao An's ejaculation the night before had a beautifying effect, making her radiant.
Grandma quickly went back to her room to rest, locking it from the inside to avoid a repeat of the previous night's events.
Lying in bed, Grandma felt a pang of sorrow. She couldn't tell anyone about it; it would be too shameful, she couldn't bear the humiliation. But keeping it bottled up inside made her feel terrible.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a chat app her daughter, Zhao Xinlei, had set up for her. There was a friend on it whom she'd recently become quite close to. They couldn't meet, but this friend understood her perfectly. It felt like being with a best friend she could confide in about anything. Because they didn't know each other, they could talk so well, even about private matters.