The day of my father‑in‑law’s 60th birthday.
I went through the scenes in my mind, wiped away the tears at the corner of my eyes, and put pen to paper again.
Thinking of my father‑in‑law, that kind, gentle old man, whose life’s achievements had reached their peak on the day of his 60th birthday feast, and then slowly slid into a decline.
Four Seasons Hotel, the banquet hall.
Under his gray hair, the face full of the marks of time was filled with smiles.
Wearing a red, round‑collared birthday robe, he sat in the chief seat at the main table, smiling and greeting each guest as they came in one by one to congratulate him.
My mother‑in‑law, Helen Ye, at 46, was in the irresistibly tempting age of a ripe peach.
That day, my mother‑in‑law had been by my father‑in‑law’s side the whole time, also dressed dignified and appropriate.
Her black hair was piled up high in an elegant bun, and a tight‑fitting magenta lace‑patterned dress, with a hidden thread of lace, outlined her voluptuous, honey‑dew‑melon‑shaped figure, more curved and full.
Her face, with its age‑defying delicate small round face, was lightly made up, and any man who passed by could not help but fix his gaze on her.
If it weren’t for the fact that Father‑in‑law was present, they would have used their eyes to strip the clothes from my mother‑in‑law’s body to see how lewd and seductive the flesh underneath was.
Diana and I stood at the door of the ballroom, welcoming the guests.
My eyes turned to the main table, and without realizing it, we both sighed.
Seeing my mother‑in‑law, that beautiful, mature wife, sitting with Father‑in‑law, they didn’t look like husband and wife, more like father and daughter.
That day, as Diana and I looked at our father‑in‑law and mother‑in‑law, who had been together for more than 20 years, we couldn’t help but think of our own future.
Looking at them, our hands naturally reached out and held each other’s.
Feeling the warmth of each other’s hand, we smiled at each other in silent understanding.
“Diana, I want to buy a big insurance policy, with you as the beneficiary.” I had all of Diana in my eyes, and in my heart there was only her, no one else.
My voice was gentle, with a warm, soft smile.
Diana gave me a playful slap, tightened my hand, and looked at me with a serious, determined gaze.
“Honey, if you say such inauspicious things again, I’ll never forgive you.
Money is just a tool to serve our love.
Even if you give me all the money in the world, I don’t want it.” I gently pinched Diana’s delicate, high nose, and at the same time squeezed her hand a bit more.
“I promise, from now on, let’s walk together, the longer and farther the better.” I put pen down, heartbroken, and Diana’s beautiful face appeared before my mind again.
That day, I mischievously smiled at Diana, who was also dressed to the nines, “My little Dee, what’s the matter?
Are you shy?” Diana’s tall, slender 175‑centimeter body wore a beige off‑the‑shoulder, sleeveless, ball‑gown‑style dress, the skirt fluttering like a cloud, making her look like a graceful, noble white swan that day.
Under the skirt, which was a few inches above her knees, her legs were wrapped in beige nylon stockings, her long, straight snow‑white legs, highlighted by the unique luster of the nylon stockings, perfect to the point of being almost otherworldly, emitting a bewitching shimmer.
A pair of white laced sandal sandals, the thin straps wrapping twice around her ankles, looked sexy and alluring, and even today, that pair of LV haute couture, heel‑strapped, toe‑exposed sandals, still makes me feel a bit sour, nothing more, this pair of shoes were also a gift from Nick to my wife.
Looking at my wife’s high heels, the sourness in my heart rose again.
“Wesley, don’t keep staring at my feet, I’m talking to you!” See Diana, with my eyes on her beige silk stocking feet, the cold, beautiful face, with a blush of embarrassment, playfully hit me on the shoulder.
My leg goddess, my wife, her icy face showed a rare, coquettish expression, not only making me lose my breath, but also making the passing guests look around.
I stepped forward a half‑step, blocking some of the glances that were scanning up and down Diana’s silk‑stockinged legs.
My memories paused here, and a scene I had witnessed with my own eyes floated back.
These two, originally my private, top‑class bedposts, wearing seductive, alluring silk stockings and high heels, were carried on the shoulder of this damned black man, shaking back and forth, vibrating, and then at the end, convulsing.
Hatred, regret, and excruciating pain mixed together, the pain made me take a deep breath, and I looked at the endless sea surface to calm down.
That day, at the birthday banquet, the coming and going crowd, from time to time, looked at us standing at the door of the hall, seeing the ice‑mountain CEO showing a rare, warm, sweet smile, making them keep turning their eyes, and the cold, elegant oval face of Diana showed a hint of blush, looking towards the elevator door.
As the elevator door slowly opened, a slightly weary middle‑aged man, pulling a four‑ or five‑year‑old little girl, ran over to where Diana and I were standing.
When Diana saw the middle‑aged man’s face, the faint smile on her face instantly disappeared, and the cold, icy shell once again covered her face.
She suddenly waved her hand at the security guard who had come closer.
“Director Gerald, please give me one more chance.” “I’m sorry!
You can’t do this to someone who has made contributions to the group, Director Gerald, please…” Two security guards, one on each side, grabbed the man’s arms to drag him away, but they forgot to cover his mouth, and they didn’t see the little girl, who was still running forward from his hand.
At this moment, At this moment, because of the man’s shouting, the passing guests had already turned their eyes toward us, their faces filled with curiosity.
My own expression instantly darkened.
Seeing the panicked look on the security guards’ faces, I barked at them: “Why are you looking at me?
Get him out of here, now.” Although I didn’t know exactly why this man was making a scene, the most important thing right then was to minimize the impact.