[A mother's beauty can drive people crazy] (10)

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Chapter Ten. Those few short steps felt like sinking into mud; with each step, my heart trembled… Never before had my resolute heart felt so vulnerable. I suddenly felt a loss of belonging to this family. From birth to adulthood to now, the maternal and paternal love I had experienced existed within this kind of relationship.

I always thought my mother's dissatisfaction stemmed from my inadequacy, so I strived, endured, and even wiped away my tears to improve, even if it left me battered and bruised. But it was still a form of love; for it, I was willing to give up my freedom, my childhood, all to reach the heights I could bear.

But today, I finally understand that those things will never exist for me. Imagine, what woman would willingly experience joy amidst past pain? It's a joke; it would only become a lifelong nightmare, like that day.

Ironically, I still harbored hatred for the man who defiled my mother's purity. Now, it seems my father was the root of all the wrongdoing, and my existence directly created this distorted marital relationship, filling me with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Regardless, what must be faced will eventually have to be faced. My status as a son is a fact I can never change, and how I should conduct myself from now on is up to fate.

The door slowly opened, and a slightly melancholic figure appeared before me. The series of changes seemed to have robbed my mother of her former imposing presence, and a touch of melancholy had been added to her cold and beautiful face. At the corner of her slightly red eyes, a faint, glistening tear was still damp. Her smooth, dark hair was draped diagonally under her delicate chin, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at my father on his back with a wronged expression, filled with the nervousness of a little woman.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, but she showed no intention of speaking to me. She simply helped my father down and hoisted him onto her shoulder, letting loneliness seep into her heart. A slender, forlorn figure lingered in the air, a sorrowful silhouette that tugged at my heartstrings, like a goddess fallen for love. Only after closing that door, shutting out all my doubts, did I realize that what I wanted to say, what I wanted to ask, remained unspoken. The guilt of knowing the truth made me unworthy to question the past; it was a debt my father and I would have to repay for a lifetime. Today

is destined to be a somber night, exhausting not only physically but also emotionally. Perhaps tomorrow, things will turn out for the better, because no one wants to see a family break apart.

…In the early morning, the summer sun rose exceptionally early. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in my dormitory at the University of British Columbia, but looking at the familiar furnishings, I knew yesterday's events were not a dream.

Actually, I wasn't really willing to wake up yet. Given the current situation at home, even I, who usually pride myself on being calm, didn't know how to face it. It wasn't escapism; it's just that I needed time to adjust to

my new identity. Just then, the sound of the door closing outside seemed to give me the perfect excuse to go out. Unexpectedly, I ran into my mother, who was walking back to her bedroom, holding the doorknob. This wouldn't have been surprising, but what surprised me was her expression.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips slightly upturned, her long hair was disheveled, and her delicate, beautiful face was filled with confusion, as if she were constantly questioning something.

When she noticed me looking at her, she was startled at first, then instinctively pulled down the hem of her shirt. But this action only made me notice her clothing. Unbelievably, my mother was still wearing the same loose t-shirt from last night. As I saw her firm, shapely figure barely visible through the fabric, a small nipple stood out prominently at its highest point, swaying like a soft jelly with each breath and the friction of the fabric.

And beneath the missing bottoms, a pair of delicate, artistically crafted legs were exposed to the air. Without the cover of pants, they appeared even more rounded, firm, and three-dimensional, the fair and rosy skin seeming so tender it could be squeezed for moisture.

Perhaps because the clothes were so form-fitting, the part of the fabric covering her buttocks was pushed up particularly high, sinking deep into the center of her full hips, as if clamped by a deep cleft, making the shape there look especially alluring. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, "Could it be that Mom also has something underneath..." I dared not continue thinking about it; it was too wicked, and it would easily arouse me.

After all, Mom was a seasoned businesswoman, and she quickly regained her composure, ignoring me as she turned the doorknob again and went inside. But this time, she stopped halfway through, suddenly turning to me and saying, "Go change your clothes, and come with me somewhere later." "Okay..." I replied blankly. It's funny, really; from yesterday until now, this was the only real conversation between my mother and me. Although it was simple, it was somewhat comforting, at least that's what I thought.

My mother's bedroom door was already closed, and I waited until I could hear no more noise from inside before turning back to my room. However, a suspicion immediately surfaced in my mind: if my analysis was correct, Dad's claim of sleeping in separate rooms last night might not have been true at all. I had noticed earlier that Mom had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night, and recalling the sound of the door closing, I concluded that Mom had inexplicably fallen asleep in the study again.

I didn't know if this strange behavior was intentional, but since Qiu Hao came, that was the first time I'd seen Mom get up at night.

"Hmm? Right! Where's Qiu Hao?" I had been ignoring this question until now, and only now did I realize something was wrong. Logically, given yesterday's situation, he shouldn't have been absent while we were under the same roof. Could it be that he moved out while I was abroad? With this question in mind, I quickly washed up and, as soon as I got in the car, asked my mother, "Mom, why didn't I see Qiu Hao this time?" My mother replied, "He wasn't used to the pace of his workplace, so he found a job as a bartender. He works late at night and sleeps at home during the day, so it's normal that you didn't see him.

" "He can bartend too!" "He said he did it in Indonesia too." Hearing this explanation, I was a little disappointed, but also relieved. I really didn't realize that the brat had this skill

. In the following time, I noticed that my mother was in low spirits, so I didn't bother to chat with her. Soon, my mother parked the car in front of a hospital. I didn't say anything in the crowd, just followed my mother to register and get tickets. When we arrived at the neurology department, I noticed that my mother's chest was rising and falling, and her lips were tightly pursed. She seemed a little nervous.

I pushed open the door, and inside sat a male doctor in his forties, head down, organizing documents. He muttered, "Sit down. Tell me what's wrong." My mother sat down as instructed, then glanced at me discreetly before saying, "Recently, I keep inexplicably going to sleep in the study, but I don't remember what happened. Doctor, I suspect I have sleepwalking." The doctor, curious about this condition, was about to look up and ask for details when he suddenly went blank.

I happened to see the doctor staring blankly at my mother, swallowing saliva gurgling in his throat.

I sighed softly. This scene was all too familiar to me. As I said, no man could remain calm in the face of someone as exquisite as porcelain. Her beauty was so captivating, it was impossible not to be drawn in. Let alone someone still in the throes of youthful vigor, even the old men in our neighborhood, in their fifties and sixties, sometimes felt a surge of lust in their eyes as my mother, in her uniform, walked by. But they only dared to watch from a distance; my mother's fierceness was legendary. Some even nicknamed her "the thorny rose." Of course, that's a story for later. I couldn't let him take advantage of me now.

With practiced ease, I coughed sharply, and the male doctor finally snapped out of his daze.

"Oh... well... we need to rule out any organic diseases before we can make a diagnosis. How about this, you go get checked first, and we'll talk about it later. Don't worry, I have expertise in this area and I'll definitely be able to help you." After saying that, the male doctor quickly wrote out a form and handed it to the mother, his enthusiasm no less than when he was receiving a provincial leader.

So I accompanied my mother through numerous checkups, finally finishing before the hospital's lunch break. Back in the psychiatry department, the male doctor was overjoyed. He closed the door behind him and said to my mother, "I just reviewed your test results, and they basically ruled out physical illnesses. It seems the cause is likely psychological. Sleepwalking is mainly a result of cerebral cortex activity. Normally, during sleep, the cells of the cerebral cortex are in an inhibited state. If one or more groups of nerve cells controlling movement remain excited, sleepwalking occurs.

Sleepwalking often involves familiar environments and repetitive activities. So, based on your situation, I think it's very likely that recent work or life stress has caused you to experience irritability and anxiety, leading to sleepwalking. Of course, whether you actually have sleepwalking is still uncertain, but we'll do a small test later to find out."

The male doctor's words made the mother thoughtful; clearly, he had hit the nail on the head regarding some of her concerns. She then asked, "What kind of test?" "It's very simple. I just need to take your pulse, and then you just need to follow my questions. But remember, you must not resist at all; just let your mind wander.

" "Okay... alright." "Please extend your right hand." It was clear that the mother was somewhat reluctant at this point, but I didn't know the specific reason. I only saw her bite her lip and reluctantly offer her hand. Then I heard the male doctor say, "Take off your wristwatch; otherwise, it's difficult to take your pulse." "Can't it be like this?" "The pulse-taking position is right on the wrist; it definitely won't work."

"Address: Homepage/The Way Home******.com Address: Homepage/The Way Home******.com Mom wanted to insist a little longer, but when she saw my gaze, she gritted her teeth and took off her watch. However, this incident reminded me of something. It seems that I have never seen Mom's right hand completely bare since I was a child. Her wrist is always adorned with either a watch or a bracelet. It's not unusual for women to wear accessories, but Mom's reaction... Curiosity made me focus my attention on Mom's wrist. However, at this moment, she turned to the side unintentionally, as if deliberately avoiding me. I quickly moved my position and saw a dark red mark on Mom's smooth, jade-like wrist. At first, I didn't realize what it was, but I quickly realized something was wrong."

"That...that's a knife scar?" This discovery finally overwhelmed me. Connecting it to my mother's recent anemia and what she'd said then, I came to a horrifying conclusion: "My mother attempted suicide when she was young!" Just then, the male doctor pressed his hand on that scar. In an instant, as if struck by something, my mother abruptly stood up and snapped, "Enough! I don't need your help!

" The male doctor was somewhat bewildered, thinking his actions had been too frivolous and had caused trouble. He quickly explained, "Madam, is there some misunderstanding between us? If my touch offended you, I apologize. However, it's my duty as a doctor, and I hope you can understand.

" "Hmph! I'll forgive you this time because you're a doctor, but don't use this method to deceive women again, especially female patients."

"I really didn't..." "Heh, you want me to believe that a Western medicine clinic can use traditional Chinese medicine methods to treat someone? That's utterly ridiculous! And watch your eyes, only my husband can see my body, you're not qualified!" After saying that, Mom didn't forget to glare at me, "What, you still want to stay here for lunch?" This scolding left me speechless. A woman's anger is always a troublesome thing! After this incident, Mom's powerful aura returned, and she walked with great momentum. Under her professional attire, she was even more imposing, attracting the attention of those around her.

"Take a taxi home yourself. I have to go to work. Order takeout for lunch. Talk to your dad more after he wakes up; he loves you.

" After giving these instructions, Mom finally sped off and disappeared from my sight. Looking at that swift woman, I shook my head with a wry smile. "Mom, actually, you wanted to use me to tell Dad he has sleepwalking, right? And that hesitant look at the end meant you wanted me to keep some things from saying.

Haha, you really trust your son's intelligence. If he didn't understand the meaning, all your good intentions would have been wasted..." However, if you ask who understands a mother's mind best, it's undoubtedly me, her son. Much of my growth has been accompanied by the continuous advancement of her beliefs. It's no exaggeration to say that even Dad might not understand her as well as I do. After all, two highly intelligent people often resonate at certain times. A single glance or a simple phrase can express a lot, just like in this situation.

Out of desperation, I took a taxi home. Seeing my dad still asleep, I ordered takeout for him. Remembering Qiu Hao was also home, I went to ask him what he wanted to eat.

After knocking a few times with no response, I went in. Since we're both men, I didn't feel too much of a fuss.

Just as my mom had said, Qiu Hao was fast asleep, wearing only a pair of shorts over his dark body. His penis was unusually erect due to morning erection, but that was understandable, being a male characteristic.

What I couldn't stand was the unpleasant odor filling the room, and the mess of crumpled paper scattered everywhere. At first glance, it looked like a garbage dump.

Although I knew Qiu Hao, growing up in the countryside, might not be very particular about hygiene, he still needed to be mindful of some habits now that he was living at home. My mom is extremely clean.

Thinking about this, I felt it necessary to have a serious talk with him when he woke up. Even the most easygoing person shouldn't appear too slovenly, or they'd look like a beggar.

I quietly picked up the crumpled paper from the floor and threw it in the trash can, but suddenly felt something sticky on my fingers. I instinctively sniffed it, then immediately removed my hand, whispering, "Could it be... semen?" Without a second thought, I suppressed my nausea and picked up another crumpled piece, sniffing it again. It was still semen.

This immediately ignited a surge of anger even in my usually good-natured self. I couldn't believe Qiu Hao dared to so brazenly masturbate in the room, leaving obscene material scattered everywhere. [

Website address: 哋网址發刽页/回家的路******.c○m哋网址發咘页/迴家锝潞******.?om] You say you can't help but go to the toilet to masturbate during puberty, fine, but to do this in your own sleeping area? Okay, even if you don't want to go to the toilet, at least clean up afterwards! Look at this room full of toilet paper—who are you trying to impress? Are you afraid people won't know what you're doing? At this moment, my dislike for Qiu Hao intensified, and I was also worried about my mother's situation. The number of crumpled papers indicated that Qiu Hao had a very strong sex drive, and at this age, he was at the peak of his sexual energy. If he didn't have extraordinary self-control, he could easily do something irreversible when faced with a stunning beauty like my mother, which would be disastrous! It seemed I should prepare for Qiu Hao's unpredictability, perhaps by installing a security camera.

However, I quickly dismissed this idea, because there was no hidden place in the room to install one. Even if there were, how could it escape my mother's sharp eyes? I remember when I was little, we lost a key, and my father and I searched the entire house but couldn't find it. My mother found it in a crack in the wardrobe. Another time, a small item went missing, and my mother found it in a corner. These kinds of things have happened countless times over the past decade, but none of them have ever stumped my mother. It's unbelievable how strong her control over the entire house is.

But I couldn't just do nothing. Then I saw the computer on the bedside table, and an idea came to me.

While my dad and Qiu Hao were still asleep, I quickly went back to my room, opened Facebook on the computer, and soon found that the person I was looking for was online. That person was William, a top student in the computer science department at the University of British Columbia.

After some pleasantries, I went straight to William, who had his hair parted in the middle, and said, "Hey William, I've run into some trouble lately and need your help." "Sure thing, sure thing, what is it?" "Actually, I've noticed my cousin, who's staying at my house, acting strangely lately, but I don't have any evidence. I was thinking about installing a virus on his computer to monitor him, but I've heard that antivirus software is so powerful these days that it can easily remove viruses from computers. Or, if something seems amiss, just reinstalling the system is also very convenient. I was wondering if it's possible to create a way to keep the antivirus software completely undetectable and to continuously control the other person's computer. Would that work?" William listened to my request, his brow furrowing occasionally. I could tell he was having some difficulty, but I knew that even a top student from a prestigious university couldn't escape the onslaught of numerous antivirus software programs in the country. Otherwise, if just anyone could succeed, how would those companies gain the trust of their customers? And if a major cybersecurity incident occurred, they would be replaced by other antivirus software in no time, a consequence that no company could afford.

After a long time, just when I had given up all hope... "Okay," William suddenly said, "but I need to personally enter the other party's computer to implant the virus program, which will take some time. Is it convenient now?" "Convenient is convenient, but how effective will it be?" That was the question I was concerned about.

William then explained, "For security reasons, I'll completely modify the hidden programs on his computer, setting up a connectable bug. Normally, it will lie dormant, only triggering when someone with the key to its port connects. During this time, all external files on his computer will be transferred to the other side's port as compressed documents. However, to avoid alerting the security system, I'll keep the transmission and cracking process to a minimum, running at about 60MB per hour. Once a file is read, it instantly enters memory mode, meaning it will appear in our control software regardless of whether the target deletes it or not. After we've successfully cracked it, a complete document will be generated..." "Wow! William, you're a genius! Yes! That's exactly what I wanted!" I couldn't contain my excitement. This plan perfectly aligned with my own ideas. It seems having a computer science friend is truly invaluable! "Ahem... Jinyu, don't rush to flatter me, I haven't finished yet." "Oh... sorry, please continue... continue.

" William rolled his eyes at me and continued, "Actually, I'm telling you all this because I'm afraid you won't understand how to operate it and will mess around. There's a lot more involved here. The most important thing is that the other party's computer must be powered on and connected to the internet, and you have to connect at that specific time. Otherwise, the bugs I left on both computers won't be triggered. Simply put, how long the controlled computer is powered on determines how much we can crack it. Do you understand?" Hearing William say this did raise a question. The key is that Qiu Hao's work hours are completely opposite to mine, not to mention that I have to catch him online. But something is better than nothing. At least if he dares to turn on his computer late at night, one day I will know all his secrets. But it's also possible that it's all just a figment of my imagination.

After understanding the entire process, I quickly went to fetch Qiu Hao's laptop. He was still fast asleep, like a log. No wonder, he'd worked the night shift and then done so much coding; it would be a miracle if he wasn't exhausted! What followed was a truly astonishing scene. William was remotely controlling Qiu Hao's computer, and computer text flashed by like dancing musical notes. His programming speed was terrifying, as if he didn't need to think at all. Indeed, someone who dares to use "godsgraves" as a pen name must have some skill! In less than 20 minutes, he had both computers set up, and I was still in shock.

It was unbelievable; could this really be done by a human? Such a massive amount of information, so many characters, written without pause, all in one go—and the key was that I had just asked him to do all that. He still managed to complete the task; it could only be described as monstrous.

What left me speechless was that when William was about to log off, he said he'd been playing too much lately and wasn't in the right frame of mind. He also casually reminded me that there were no unusual files on Qiu Hao's computer, and if there was a problem, it must be coming from outside.

I scoffed at his pretentious behavior, but I was genuinely grateful; I'll remember this kindness forever.

After settling things with Qiu Hao, my mood improved considerably. With nothing else to do, I reviewed the material I'd learned abroad, only stopping when my father and Qiu Hao woke up.

Following my mother's suggestion, I told my father about her sleepwalking problem, of course, keeping it away from Qiu Hao. He's so oblivious; even after someone discovered the room full of semen, he acted like nothing had happened, laughing and joking. I secretly admired his thick skin.

Two days passed quickly. Aside from watching short videos on a 91 website every night, Qiu Hao hadn't done anything out of line, and my parents were back to normal, as if their recent conflict had never happened. This put my mind at ease, and it seemed I should take some time to think about my own life…

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