I quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't go in there. That's my mom's room."
The little troublemaker turned around and asked with a smile, "Why can't I go into your mom's room?"
I was taken aback. Yeah, why couldn't she go into my mom's room?
"Anyway, you just can't go in. My mom..."
"Your mom doesn't accept me, and you're afraid of upsetting her, right?" Annuo asked with a grin.
"Good that you know. You can go into any other room you want, but don't go into my mom's."
"Is your mom really that scary? You make her sound terrifying, like a tigress."
"Your mom is the tigress..." I stopped halfway, suddenly remembering that her mother was no longer here. I swallowed the rest of my words.
Annuo walked to the door of Beibei's bedroom, turned around, and asked with a smile, "What about this one? Whose room is this? Can I go in?"
It was obvious she already knew whose room it was. I shrugged and said, "Whatever."
Annuo reached out and held the doorknob, standing there for a moment, but didn't open it. In the end, she just walked away with a smile.
I couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "What exactly are you here for? Just visiting relatives?"
Annuo suddenly stopped and looked at the family photo hanging on the wall, ignoring my question, lost in her own thoughts.
That photo was taken two years ago on my dad's birthday. Back then, our family was just like countless others, living a simple but happy life.
Annuo stood there quietly, looking at the photo on the wall. Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a hint of complexity.
I figured she must be thinking about her own background. Even though our family was facing a storm, at least it was still whole. Her family, however, was already gone.
I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her. Everything she had done was probably just to fit into this family, to be accepted by us.
I cleared my throat and said to her, "If you behave properly from now on and stop causing trouble, this can be your home."
Annuo gave a disdainful smile. "Unfortunately, you don't get to decide. Your mom definitely won't agree."
Her words caught me off guard. She was right—I hadn't even earned my mother's forgiveness yet. What right did I have to accept this intruder on her behalf?
That's what I thought, but I stubbornly insisted, "How do you know my mom won't agree? You are, after all, my dad's daughter. If you behave well, don't cause trouble, and say some nice things, my mom might soften up and let you in."
Annuo ignored me, staring at the photo for a long time before suddenly turning her head and saying, "By the way, it's been a while since I served you. Do you want that?"
I naturally knew what she was referring to. I felt both annoyed and amused. We were discussing something serious, and yet she had steered the conversation back to that. I really wasn't in the mood, not even the slightest bit of desire.
"No need," I replied bluntly.
"Really?" Annuo walked toward me, grinning as she asked, "Are you sure? It feels really good, you know."
"I'm in a bad mood right now. I don't feel like fooling around with you."
"I don't believe you."
Annuo pouted, crouched down in front of me, and reached out to pull my pants down. I slumped on the sofa, letting her do as she pleased, even lifting my hips slightly to help her.
My limp cock was exposed. Annuo looked up at me with a sweet smile, then gently wrapped her slender, smooth hand around my penis. Her round thumb rubbed the head, playfully teasing it.
In the past, I would have been aroused, my cock hardening instantly. But now, I truly had neither the mood nor the energy. I let her small hand wrap around my cock, playing and kneading it without any expression on my face.
After a while, seeing that my cock remained as limp as a caterpillar, Annuo looked slightly puzzled. She raised her head and stared at me blankly. "What's going on?"
"I told you, I'm not in the mood," I replied weakly.
"Really?"
Annuo still didn't believe me. She straightened my cock with her hand, opened her small mouth, and took it in.
It did feel comfortable as my cock entered her warm, wet mouth. Instinctively, there was a slight reaction, but the psychological pressure was too overwhelming, and I simply couldn't get hard.
Annuo looked up at me, her mouth sucking and wrapping around it, her pink tongue licking the head for a long time. But my penis remained limp. Finally, she had no choice but to spit it out, slapped the head lightly, puffed out her cheeks, and said angrily, "What's wrong? You're not giving me any face at all."
I nearly laughed out loud. Having known her for so long, I was used to her mischievous antics, but this was the first time I had seen her look so discouraged. It felt kind of amusing.
"Alright, you've tried. Now you should face reality," I said, tucking my cock back into my underwear and adjusting my pants.
Annuo remained crouched in front of me, her eyes darting around before she grinned and asked, "You're not sick, are you?"
I decided to tease her. "If you can't do it, you can't do it. What kind of sickness could I possibly have?"
Annuo stood up in a huff and strode quickly toward the door. Before leaving, she couldn't resist turning back with a disdainful snort. "Don't get too cocky—I'll be back!"
With the little troublemaker gone, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of regret. While she was here, at least I had someone to talk to, someone to distract me from my gloomy mood.
Now that she had left, the house felt empty and lonely again, with only me left inside. That hollow, oppressive feeling crept back in.
The next day after school, the little troublemaker didn't show up again. But as soon as I stepped through the door, I heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen. My heart leaped with joy—Mom was back!
Without even bothering to change my shoes or take off my backpack, I rushed to the kitchen doorway. I opened my mouth to call out "Mom," but before the word could escape, I froze in place. The person cooking in the kitchen wasn't Mom—it was Dad.
A wave of disappointment washed over me, yet at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I guess I still wasn't ready to face Mom.
Hearing the commotion, Dad glanced over his shoulder and said, "Xiaodong's back. Just wait a bit—dinner's almost ready."
I mumbled an "Oh" and was about to leave when something suddenly occurred to me. Turning back, I asked, "Dad, did you find Mom?"
"Yes, I did."
"Really?" My heart surged with wild excitement. "Where is she?"
"Your mom wouldn't let me say. She said she wants some time alone to clear her head." Dad continued stir-frying as he spoke. "I wanted to stay with her a couple more days, but your mom told me you don't know how to cook. She said you'd just eat takeout and ruin your stomach."
Hearing this, my nose tingled, and tears began to fall, one after another. After everything I'd done to hurt Mom, she was still worried about my health. I really was the worst.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help clenching my fists and punching the wall twice, as if the pain could somehow lessen the guilt gnawing at my heart.
Dad turned to look at me, puzzled. "What are you doing? A big boy like you, crying?"
I wiped my tears, sniffled, and choked out, "I… I miss Mom."
"Your mom will be back in a couple of days. Go wash your face now. You're not a little kid anymore—crying like this is embarrassing."
I mumbled another "Oh," went to the bathroom to wash my face, then returned to my room and sat at my desk, lost in thought.
Before long, Dad had dished out the rice and brought the food to the coffee table, calling me out to eat.
The two of us sat on the sofa, with Dad constantly adding food to my bowl and urging me to eat more.
I took a bite of the sour and spicy shredded potatoes and was surprised by how delicious they were. "Wow, Dad, I didn't know you could cook so well. You're not any worse than Mom."
Dad snorted proudly. "Of course! Do you know who your mom learned her cooking from?"
I frowned, puzzled. "Don't tell me it was from you?"
Dad laughed. "Your mom only learned to cook later on. When we first got married, what did she know? All she knew was how to eat. Back then, I was the one who did all the cooking."
"Really?" I took another bite of the shredded pork with green peppers—it was genuinely tasty.
"Really?" Dad asked with exaggerated amusement. "Do you know how I managed to win your mom over back then?"
Without even thinking, I replied, "You both went to university in the provincial capital, happened to rent apartments next to each other, and were from the same hometown. You had the advantage of proximity. I've heard that story a thousand times."
Dad smiled mysteriously. "See, you only know half the story."
I pretended to be puzzled. "Oh, there's more to it?"
Dad cleared his throat, straightened up, and said, "Let me tell you how your mom and I met. It was a late autumn evening, and I was cooking in my room when someone knocked on the door. I put down the spatula, went to open it, and guess who it was?"
Without a second thought, I blurted out, "Mom."
"It was your mom. She came over to borrow some salt. I happened to have an extra bag, so I gave it to her. And guess what—right then, her stomach started rumbling. We were standing face to face, both feeling pretty awkward. I don't know what came over me, but I asked, 'Why don't you stay and have something to eat?' And to my surprise, she actually came in."
At this point, Dad couldn't help but break into a grin. He smiled brightly, with a touch of youthful shyness, as if he had been transported back to that evening when he first met Mom.
"And then?" I couldn't resist asking.
"After that, your mom started dropping by my place for meals from time to time. Since we were from the same hometown, we got to know each other better and eventually started dating." Dad was grinning from ear to ear.
"I never knew you two had such a romantic story when you were young. I always thought you were the one chasing after Mom relentlessly until she finally gave in." I was genuinely surprised.
"Well, there was someone like that, but it wasn't me. Back then, plenty of guys were after your mom—seniors and juniors who wouldn't take no for an answer. To be honest, if it weren't for my cooking skills, I wouldn't have stood a chance." Dad suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh, remember those photos someone threw into our yard? The guy in those pictures was your mom's senior—the one who pursued her most aggressively."
I had already heard about that from Mom, so it wasn't a surprise.
Curious, I asked, "Why have I never heard about this before? You're not making this up, are you?"
"Making it up? Why would I make it up? Your mom thought it was embarrassing and told me not to mention it to you kids."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, finally understanding. "So that's how it was. But… if your cooking was so good, why is Mom the one cooking now?"
Dad looked a little embarrassed and chuckled. "I got lazy, that's all. Once a man gets married, he tends to slack off."
Knowing that Mom was safe and sound lifted my spirits, and my appetite improved too. Chatting with Dad over the meal, I didn't even realize an hour had passed. It had been a long, long time since we'd had such a pleasant conversation.
As the food on the table was nearly gone, I suddenly remembered something. After hesitating for a while, I finally asked, "Dad, there's something I want to ask you. Please don't get upset."
Dad sighed, lit a cigarette, and said, "It's about Anuo, isn't it?"
I lowered my head and asked softly, "What's the deal with Anuo? Is she really my sister?"
After a long silence, Dad let out a deep sigh. "I… I really didn't mean to betray your mom. Anuo's mother and I were colleagues. She was about to get married at the time, and our company sent us on a business trip together. I don't know what happened that night—we drank too much, and then… well, you know. Afterward, I felt terribly guilty and confessed everything to your mom."
"What? You confessed to Mom? And she forgave you?" This surprised me.
"Your mom was pregnant with Beibei at the time. Of course she didn't forgive me right away. She made a scene and even took you back to her parents' house for a while. Don't you remember?" Dad asked, then answered his own question. "Oh, of course you don't—you were only about a year old then."
"What happened after that?"
"After that, we made up."
It finally dawned on me why Mom hadn't listened to Dad's explanations at all when An Nuo showed up that day, and why she hadn't even doubted An Nuo's authenticity—Mom had known all along that Dad had cheated.
Wait, that doesn't make sense.
I asked again, "If you regretted it back then, why didn't you just have the child aborted?"
"Who knew? An Nuo's mother went back, got married, and got pregnant not long after. At the time, none of us knew it was… your sister." Dad let out a long sigh. "Why am I even telling you, a kid, all this?"
I quipped with a grin, "Learn from history, so I don't make the same mistake in the future." The moment I said it, I regretted it. Not only had I betrayed Yi Yi, but I'd also slept with my own sister and my own mother. If Dad ever found out, chopping me up would be the least of my worries.
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