Charming Mother

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After I turned on my computer and logged onto QQ, a retro-style avatar kept flashing. I clicked on it and saw it was a girl I'd met online about six months ago. Her username was just a single character, "勿" (wu), which I'd never quite understood. She sent me a message: "Do you have time to play cards with me?" Normally, I'd probably say yes, but today I was really not in the mood. I replied: "Sorry, I probably don't have time today. You play by yourself!" The girl replied: "What's wrong? Feeling down?" "Extremely down." "I guess you either broke up with your boyfriend or had a fight with your family, right?" "Sort of, but it's a long story, I won't tell you." "After logging off QQ, I ran to the kitchen to prepare instant noodles. The night was long, and I needed to eat something, otherwise I wouldn't have the energy to play games later. Passing by my stepmother's room, I wanted to peek at what she was doing, but the door was tightly shut, so I gave up. Halfway through my meal at the table, my stepmother suddenly appeared in front of me. She had changed into a pink silk nightgown, looking even sexier. Her hair, which I had messed up before, was now tied in a simple ponytail, exuding a mature charm yet retaining a pure innocence. I even suspected she was deliberately seducing me." "Is it good?" My stepmother stared at me with interest and asked a question. I rolled my eyes at her, not intending to pay any attention to this lunatic. No matter how much I looked down on her or hated her before, after what happened today, I truly no longer had the confidence to yell at her. This wasn't sympathy or pity, but a slight resonance deep within me. Strictly speaking, Wang Qingxia and I are actually the same kind of people—the kind who tend to act crazy once we get going. Wang Qingxia has something on her mind, that's for sure, something that has weighed on her for many, many years. As for me, the loss of a loved one was a huge blow, so much so that I still find it hard to accept. That's why I've always kept my distance from Wang Qingxia, who seems like a good stepmother. My stepmother wasn't angry at my indifference. She changed her usual demeanor and casually asked, "How can you treat me like this today? Do you think you're being fair to your girlfriend?" I tossed my fork into the instant noodle cup and laughed, "I'm not kidding, I'm still pursuing my girlfriend, but I believe I'll win her over." My stepmother rested her chin on her hands, feigning a submissive woman's demeanor, and asked, "Who's prettier, me or your girlfriend? Who has a better figure?" "Wang Qingxia, are you ever going to stop?" My stepmother, completely unfazed by my anger, continued, "How about I be your girlfriend? I've already thought it over. If all else fails, I can be your mistress. You'll be a sophomore next semester; our little Ming has grown up." I scoffed, seemingly becoming numb to her bizarre way of thinking. My stepmother persisted shamelessly, "I'm curious what kind of person I am in your eyes?" "You really want to know?" Wang Qingxia nodded solemnly. I chuckled and said, "You said you're my stepmother, how could I possibly do anything to you?" My stepmother smiled, stood up, and gracefully went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses. She poured two glasses, placed one in front of me, and then took a sip herself. But I didn't touch the glass of red wine she poured for me. Besides not having the inclination, I was also afraid she might drug me or something and try to kill me. In short, I'm increasingly unable to understand this crazy stepmother of mine. My stepmother wasn't angry at all about my actions. Holding the stemmed glass, she laughed and said, "I think you must be heartbroken by your dark childhood. In the years I've been with you, I wouldn't say I completely understand you, but you really have nothing to hide from me." I looked up and squinted at her. My stepmother continued, "Want to hear a story?" "No interest," I refused outright. But Wang Qingxia didn't give me a chance to escape. She walked behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Even if you don't want to hear it, I'll still tell you. I'll make sure your little misery is nothing to me." Her words piqued my interest. I released her arms and said irritably, "If you want to talk, don't lie on me. I'd like to know what kind of shitty stories a slut could have. Wang Qingxia, if you dare to act like a whore with me and pretend to be virtuous, I'll poison you!" My stepmother laughed loudly, sat down opposite me, put down her wine glass, and gazed at the dark night sky outside the kitchen window. She slowly said, "Back when your father started from scratch in the Yangtze River Delta, I wasn't by his side.""I love you every day, but during his most difficult time, I was always by his side. It's been about five years now, and back then, probably no one, including your mother, knew where I came from. I only remember your mother praising me for being capable. Later, your mother died in a car accident. I don't know if she hated me to the core before she died, but actually, I don't care about any of that, because your mother was killed by another woman, the one who actually had an affair with your father." Wang Qingxia sneered, "Heh, doesn't it seem absurd?" These are all old stories; if she hadn't told me, I probably would never have known. "Go on!" After drinking, a blush rose on my stepmother's increasingly hazy face. She seemed quite pleased with my expression and continued, "Actually, none of this is the point. That's your family's mess, it has nothing to do with me. Before your father died, he told me not to tell you these things, but now I don't care anymore. You heartless bastard, you even want to sleep with your stepmother, so I have nothing to fear. I admit I did want to be your father's mistress back then, but he never liked me. It's not that he didn't like me, but people of your father's generation were all bachelors who ventured out into the world alone. They believed in superstitions and thought that having me as a mistress might shorten their lifespan, so he didn't have the guts." My stepmother took a sip of red wine and smiled, "Do you know why he thought it would shorten his lifespan? Does it sound like a story?" I cursed angrily, "Stop beating around the bush, tell me!" "Don't rush me. Since we've come this far, I'll finish. You probably don't know where I'm from. Actually, if those memories hadn't suddenly surfaced, I might have forgotten myself. When I was nineteen, I stayed in my hometown in Sichuan. The period before I turned nineteen is too painful to recall, so I won't go into it to avoid hurting your young heart. Meeting your father was a chance encounter; the process was rather complicated, but you'll find out someday. To be precise, it was that time that your father completely saved me. He brought me, a girl from the countryside, to the big city of Shanghai, and then had me learn all sorts of things that seemed incredibly complex to me. Can you imagine what it was like for a girl who knew nothing, whose handwriting was even terrible, to be sitting in a board meeting taking notes?" "Can you imagine how it felt for a girl like me, who can't even speak standard Mandarin, to talk to those foreigners? There are so many things I don't want to talk about. Although those years were painful, in my opinion, they were the most fulfilling period of my life. And hard work always pays off. Finally, one day I received praise from your mother, which was a particularly honorable thing in our time. You have to know your mother's status at the time; she was an absolute powerhouse. Back then, everyone in the domestic financial circle knew her. But things change quickly from quantity to quality. I've always been a bit naive, or as you would say, a stupid woman. I was so stupid that I wanted to sleep with your father, just to repay him. But I didn't expect to be sternly rejected by him. He even slapped me, and I still remember it vividly to this day." My stepmother smiled mysteriously. "There's a reason for that. Want to hear it?" "Go to hell! Continue!" I snapped. Brigitte Wang with her ponytail is truly more and more beautiful the more you look at her. Generally speaking, it is shameful for a mature woman to pretend to be young so that she can have an affair with a younger man, but when she is innocent, she is absolutely pure and natural, like a lotus emerging from the water. After thoroughly piquing my interest, my stepmother whispered, "People often make mistakes when they're confused, but at that time, I was clearer than anyone else. I thought I could gain your father's favor, and even if he didn't, I didn't care because he had already given me so much. Later, I found out that when he took me from Chengdu, he told my adoptive father that he wanted me to be his godfather. Godfathers back then weren't as devalued as they are now. Your father was a rather traditional old man, so he didn't dare do anything to me. This matter has always been kept in our hearts, and no one has ever known it. I used to wonder if I had fallen in love with your father or if I simply wanted to repay him. Actually, these are all rather naive things now. When your mother passed away, your father's business was also declining. In fact, all of this was your father's own doing. The reason was that he was ruined by a woman with a heart of stone, and that woman was the real murderer who killed your mother." After downing her glass of red wine in one gulp, my stepmother gave a seductive smile, then said coldly, "You probably know what happened next. Your father brought me into this house, wanting you to call me stepmother. Actually, he was paving the way for himself. He knew his glory days were numbered, and he wanted me to take care of you. The reason he found me was because, isolated and helpless, I was the only person he could trust. You might not believe it, but your father hasn't touched me even once. Isn't that ridiculous?" Sitting across from her, I was momentarily stunned; the amount of information in her words was overwhelming. My stepmother, regardless of whether I was listening or not, continued, "There's not much to say about what happened after that. Your father went to jail and then died mysteriously in prison. It wasn't a coincidence, and I still don't know who the real mastermind was. But when your father went to jail, he told me something, wanting you to stay away from his circle. These past two years, staying by your side has been like paying back the debt I owed your father, but I never expected you to treat me like an enemy. The reason I've kept going is because I know you're still kind!" I chuckled, "When have I ever been kind to you?" "That's not important. What's important is that from today onwards, I'm going to make you feel completely guilty towards me. I'm going to make you regret it." "You're really overthinking it. Do you really think I'll believe all this baseless nonsense you just said?" My stepmother grinned foolishly, "Don't try to act mature with me. You're not even fully grown yet, where do you get your confidence?" "Whether I'm fully grown or not, do you want to see?" "Ha, how domineering. You dare to take your clothes off?" "Can't a woman stop 'fucking' all the time? Do you think it's funny?" "What? Do you expect me to put on a dignified and virtuous act in front of you? Maybe before, but now? Don't dream about it!" I laughed self-deprecatingly. "Now I finally know you're just a resentful woman, you idiot." My stepmother snapped her fingers and smiled, "So clever. I just want you to feel guilty towards me for the rest of your life, I just want you to never leave me." Her words touched me. I wasn't moved by how touching her words were, but by the fact that she was actually more pitiful than I was. Seeing my current state, that bitch Wang Qingxia seemed to have a change of heart and, for once, didn't say anything more. So the two of them sat facing each other in silence. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I was wondering how much of what she said was true. She should have been the most qualified to speak about my father's messy affairs, but after today's entanglement with her, I had to be cautious. Who knew if this woman was setting me up with a story? You know, when a woman goes crazy, she's truly lawless. Forget about making me feel guilty for the rest of my life; I think it's entirely possible she'd try to take me down with her. After my stepmother drank more than half a bottle of red wine, I stood up and said to her, "If you're done talking, I'm going to sleep. I'll be staying at my classmate's house for a couple of days tomorrow morning. I think we both need to calm down." My stepmother frowned. "You don't want to see me?" "Think what you want, I've said what I needed to say." Suddenly, my stepmother threw her wine glass on the ground. Before I could say anything, she swept the remaining bottle of red wine under the table. I angrily said, "Crazy woman, why don't you smash everything in this house?" "You think I wouldn't dare?" My stepmother stood up, staggered over to me, and sneered, "Don't ever come back after you leave this house!" I snorted coldly, completely ignoring her unreasonable behavior. Turning back to my room, I cursed her as a lunatic, followed by Wang Qingxia's incoherent screaming. I ignored her and went back to my room to sleep, but my mind was foggy, constantly replaying Wang Qingxia's words in my head. My mother was murdered, my father was murdered—it sounded more melodramatic than an eight o'clock soap opera. Although I didn't want to believe her lies, I had to, after all, she had experienced those things. But what if she was deliberately lying to me? There were too many uncertainties. I even regretted my impulsive behavior towards my stepmother today. But people always grow up, mature, and have to shoulder some responsibilities alone.And me? I seem to still be living in that self-centered world. I wonder if I should try to trust some people? A little while later, I fell asleep. Good non-fiction often seems absurd, but it's actually far more profound than one imagines. When I left home with a bag on my back, I suddenly felt that life had been incredibly tumultuous. I, a neurotic who had accumulated resentment for over two years, and a madwoman who claimed to be tired of elegance but actually had a bitter past, should have been a perfect match. But the result was that for the past few years, we'd both been pursuing our own agendas, and even after the truth was revealed, we remained mortal enemies. Thinking about it now, it's truly unbelievable. As I reached the door, Wang Qingxia, a woman with a typical dual personality, rushed out. Upon seeing me, she immediately reverted to her usual intellectual and elegant demeanor, contrary to her behavior the previous night, and smiled at me, saying, "I'll drive you there." Wang Qingxia probably wasn't planning on going to work today, so her usual professional office attire was gone, replaced by a sophisticated beige floral dress, making her look much younger. No one would guess that this woman was my stepmother, but equally, no one could tell that this seemingly dignified woman was actually a complete madwoman. I completely disregarded her flattery, brushed past her, and reached the outside of the complex. But I hadn't gone far when a piercing horn sounded behind me. I turned and stared coldly at Wang Qingxia sitting in the BMW X6. She seemed completely unfazed. After getting out of the car, she jogged over to me and said softly, "I've forgotten everything that happened last night. I hope you won't overthink it. Get in, I'll take you." I asked, somewhat surprised, "Are you out of your mind?" Wang Qingxia, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, nodded and said helplessly, "Okay, I admit I can't forget, but before I leave this house, I have to take responsibility for your upbringing. Of course..." "You don't have to get in my car, it's fine, I'll just walk away." I chuckled. "Then go ahead, go as far away as possible." Wang Qingxia turned and got into her car in a huff. I shook my head and continued walking, but after only a few steps, her car followed, honking the horn with every step I took. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I got into the passenger seat and snapped, "Drive wherever you want, the more secluded the better." Wang Qingxia smiled slyly and asked, "Where are we going?" "I'm going to fuck you!" "Car sex?" "Screw you, drive!" Wang Qingxia, shameless enough to be rude to me, really wanted to take me to have sex in the car, but I'd already had the chance last night if I wanted to. So, after driving a short distance, I told her we were going to my best friend's classmate's house. Wang Qingxia didn't say anything; she knew where my classmate lived. After the car turned around, she remained silent the whole way. I live not far from Wuhan University of Technology. Actually, I used to live with this stepmother in the Hanyang District, but since I got into this university, she insisted on moving here. I had no choice but to let her have her way. I even had a cold war with her for over a month over this issue. I thought I could leave her after getting into university, but now I still have to live under the same roof. We arrived soon after, in a neighborhood not far from East China Normal University. My best friend goes to university in Shanghai. I hadn't visited him since I came back for summer vacation, so I figured I'd take this opportunity to spend a couple of days with him. Before I got out of the car, my stepmother, Wang Qingxia, said to me, "Come back whenever you want. I'll always be waiting for you at home!" I glanced at her, said nothing, and got out of the car. She didn't leave until I entered the residential area before slowly driving away in her BMW. Sometimes I really can't figure out what this woman is thinking. If she's just trying to get revenge on me, I can understand, after all, I've hurt her countless times over the past two years. But what does it mean that she turned on me yesterday and is back to normal today? Downstairs, I called my best friend. He was still sleeping, but when he heard it was me, he rushed downstairs without even putting on his clothes. We acted like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. He immediately patted my shoulder, almost dislocating it. "Xiaoming, you finally decided to come see me?" My best friend gave me a fierce, disdainful look. This guy has a very flamboyant name, Jiang Zhonghua. He's not much to look at, but his womanizing skills are top-notch. He's got a dead pig-like attitude and has probably ruined countless women. "You have the nerve to say that if you don't come to see me?" I teased. Jiang Zhonghua put his arm around my neck and sat down on a bench in the community garden. He sighed and said sadly, "It's not that I didn't want to come to see you, it's just that I've been bothered by a woman these past few days. She's been waiting for me downstairs all day long, making me afraid to go downstairs." I chuckled and said, "At least come up with a better excuse. Where is the girl you're talking about? Why is she nowhere to be seen today?" Jiang Zhonghua took out the pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes from my pocket, lit one, and said softly, "I broke up with her completely yesterday. I was still worried that she might jump off a building, but she's fine after one night. I was planning to come to see you this afternoon, and here you are!" "Alright, I won't keep you in suspense any longer, I..." Before I could finish speaking, this guy interrupted me, "By the way, I have something to tell you. That girl you've always liked is back, and she's even moved to my neighborhood." I asked in surprise, "You mean Deng Lijuan? I think she went to the same school as you?" "Yeah, even though we went to the same school, we rarely bumped into each other. But I did run into her yesterday, in this neighborhood. She said her family moved here too." Jiang Zhonghua, shirtless and smoking, looked incredulous. I sighed, "Forget it, that's all in the past. She probably doesn't even recognize me anymore." Jiang Zhonghua patted my shoulder, looking at me with exasperation. "I told you to step up your game, and look what happened! Once that woman goes to university, she's finished. And you two are so far apart, you can't even pursue her now. She probably already has a boyfriend." "By the way, why are you carrying a bag?" Jiang Zhonghua asked, then got up and threw his cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. I don't know if he saw a pretty girl or what, but he stood there staring intently at the trash can. I followed his gaze, and upon closer inspection, I finally understood. The girl slowly walking towards me was none other than Deng Lijuan. She still had the same ponytail, and she still wore her favorite floral dress. I recognized her all too well. (Chapter 5)"Let's go to the bar!" Before Deng Lijuan even arrived, Jiang Zhonghua immediately ran to my side, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "I'm outta here. You two have a good chat. By the way, I won't be hanging out with you today. I doubt you'll have time anyway. I'm going out with my dad later. I'll call you tomorrow." The incredibly disloyal Jiang Zhonghua even said to me as he left, "Good luck, kid!" I was both amused and exasperated. I hadn't even explained why I came today, and this guy had already abandoned me. It seemed my runaway plan was ruined. Not long after Hua Zi left, Teresa Teng also came over. She saw Hua Zi and naturally saw me too. At first, I thought the scene would be awkward, but Teresa Teng didn't seem to think so. She walked up to me and smiled, "Chen Xiaoming, long time no see!" I smiled sheepishly, "Actually, not long. I saw you at last year's class reunion." Teresa Teng chuckled, "By the way, why did Jiang Zhonghua leave just now?" "He said he had something to do with his dad." Teresa Teng sat down next to me and said "Oh." She noticed a bag next to me and asked, "What, where are you going?" "No, I just came back from outside and stopped by to see Hua Zi. I didn't expect to run into you here." I made up a casual excuse. Teresa Teng, who hadn't changed at all, nodded and then asked, "How's university?" "It's alright, how about you?" "Pretty much, but I feel university isn't as good as I imagined." I said "Oh," and then there was a brief silence. "Have you found a boyfriend?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" They both asked almost simultaneously. I gave an awkward smile, "No, girls don't like me, haha." A slight blush crossed Deng Lijuan's face. Actually, she wasn't considered particularly beautiful; her face was only delicate and gentle. She was about 1.65 meters tall, and her figure wasn't an exaggerated S-shape, but at first glance, she seemed to fit the tastes of someone who appreciates beautiful legs. Beneath her tie-dye floral skirt were a pair of very delicate legs, wearing simple canvas shoes. She was beautiful but not stunning, almost the opposite of Wang Qingxia, the stepmother. After hearing my self-deprecating humor, Deng Lijuan chuckled, "That's because you haven't been serious about dating. Actually, girls' minds aren't that complicated. As long as you're sincere, there's always a chance." I didn't know what she meant by that, but it unintentionally stirred my heart. This time, I mustered my courage and asked, "If I'm sincere towards you, will I have a chance?" Deng Lijuan looked at me blankly. "Actually, I thought I tried pretty hard before, but you still rejected me!" Seeing her expression, I knew I probably really had no chance. Deng Lijuan smiled, put her hands on the chair, and said softly, "Back then, we were all too young to understand, so there wasn't much to say. Actually, I have a boyfriend." "That's great!" I said casually, though even I felt it was a bit of a stretch. Deng Lijuan, who was always quite sensitive to other people's feelings, seemed to notice my unease. She turned to me and said, "You really don't need to be like this. A boy as outstanding as you should find someone better than me." I was already in a bad mood, and hearing her words made me even angrier. It was as if a girl had dumped a man. I don't know where I got the courage, but I yelled at her, "Are you still trying to give me a 'nice guy' card?" Deng Lijuan immediately shook her head, "Actually..." "Don't say anything more." I interrupted her immediately, "I did like you, but that was before. I don't like you talking to me like that. You have your pride, and I have my self-respect. Goodbye!" "Chen Xiaoming, what gives you the right to act so high and mighty in front of me?" Deng Lijuan called out from behind me as I got up to leave. I stopped, but didn't turn around or answer her. Deng Lijuan continued behind me, "I thought that after so long, you might have changed your arrogant bad habit, but now I realize you haven't changed at all. You said you liked me all these years of high school, but why did you only dare to say that to me a few days after graduation? Why didn't you have the courage to listen to my thoughts? This isn't fear, it's cowardice, it's selfishness." I sneered and continued walking. "Chen Xiaoming, you deserve to be alone forever..." Accompanied by Deng Lijuan's curses, I walked further and further away until I could no longer hear her voice! After aimlessly leaving the neighborhood, I had no idea where to go. I wanted to go back to school, but I didn't want to face that dormitory I hated. I walked and walked for almost two hours until I reached a pedestrian bridge not far from the Yellow Crane Tower. Most of the people there were beggars. I found a corner and sat down like a homeless person. In my dazed state, my mind wandered, but for some reason, what I thought about most were the scenes between me and my stepmother. Thinking about how I had treated her over the years, I wondered if I had really been as self-righteous as Deng Lijuan said? Had I really always been so selfish and cowardly? Actually, in all these years of growing up, I've been incredibly fortunate amidst misfortune. Unfortunate because my parents passed away, fortunate because I at least have a stepmother, someone I barely know, who raised me. If it weren't for her tireless care these past two years, I don't think I would have had such an easy life. Yet, in the end, I've developed this bad personality. Am I running away from something again? After a long nap, I woke up to find it was already 5 PM. It seems I didn't get enough rest last night. After sitting alone for half an hour, I grabbed a quick bite at a small restaurant nearby. Initially, I planned to go home, but on my way to the bus stop, I saw the Xiaguang Beauty Salon. I was familiar with it, of course, because it's my family's property—one of the two beauty salons my stepmother, Wang Qingxia, manages. I walked to the entrance somewhat haphazardly, not even sure if my stepmother was inside. I hesitated for a few minutes before finally going in. The pretty receptionist didn't recognize me. As she approached, I spoke first, "I'm looking for your boss?" "You mean...Ms. Wang?" The receptionist smiled slightly. "Yes, that's her?" "Do you have an appointment?" Perhaps because I looked too young, the receptionist didn't let me go upstairs directly. Actually, I'd been here a few times, but not many people recognized me. I never expected a small beauty salon owner to require an appointment; wasn't that a bit too much? Just as I was about to reveal my identity, the receptionist politely said, "If not, please wait a moment. I'll call Ms. Wang and report. Also, what's your surname?" "No need, I'm already here!" My stepmother, Wang Qingxia, had just stepped out of the elevator. She must have changed her clothes at home; she was wearing a professional office lady outfit, high heels, black stockings, light makeup, and her hair was styled in a high bun—still the image of a powerful woman. She walked up to me, frowned slightly, said nothing, and didn't ask me anything. Instead, she said to the receptionist next to her, "Remember, he's your boss, understand?" The receptionist instinctively said "Ah," and then nodded vigorously. I scoffed inwardly. For all these years, she had controlled the business of both beauty salons. When had she ever told me about this place? "What, aren't you leaving?" My stepmother asked, standing next to me. In front of outsiders, she didn't dare to act recklessly. After we left the beauty salon, my stepmother took me directly to her BMW. The moment the door closed, her elegant and poised demeanor vanished. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Were you dumped by a classmate or hurt by a woman?" My stepmother asked with a beaming smile, cupping my face in her hands, completely disregarding propriety. I shook off her hand and said irritably, "You guessed both right, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and go home, I'm starving!" My stepmother's carefully maintained facade, which she maintained even in front of her best friend, seemed to have no shame whatsoever once it was torn away. She laughed gleefully and said in a coquettish voice, "Oh, you little rascal, so eager to go home? You can't bear to leave your older sister, can you?" I slapped her sexy, black-stockinged leg hard and yelled, "Can you stop acting like a lunatic?" My stepmother sneered, "Didn't you say I was already a lunatic? Now that I'm acting crazy again..." "What's wrong? I knew you'd be back soon after leaving this house, because you can't live without me." "Where do you get your bullshit confidence? Do you think I can't live without you, you slut?" "Chen Xiaoming, stop calling me 'slut' all the time, and don't look down on me. You have no right. I fucking despise you, you beast who even dares to sleep with your stepmother." I turned and stared at her beautiful profile, angrily saying, "Believe it or not, I'll slap you." My stepmother suddenly turned 180 degrees, leaning against me like a little bird, and said, "Yes, you mean in bed? Or should we go buy you a whip?" I finally relented.Xie, there's really no way to deal with a crazy woman like this. Just as I took out a cigarette and lit it, my stepmother snatched it from my mouth, took a deep drag, and naturally coughed incessantly, laughing as she coughed, until tears streamed down her face. I didn't know if she was genuinely heartbroken or just pretending. I sighed and calmly said, "Wang Qingxia, you're crazy. How about I go with you to see a psychologist?" My stepmother giggled, "With me in this state, do you think those psychologists would work on me? I'd probably be better off lecturing them." "Alright, alright, let's go home!" My stepmother threw the cigarette butt out the window, patted my cheek, and said seductively, "I finally managed to get you out here, you little rascal. I'm not planning on going home. Let's go to the bar!" Chapter SixAlthough I was very unwilling, I eventually followed this madwoman to the nearby bar street. Actually, it wasn't crowded at this time, but Soho Bar was an anomaly. It had two hours: 7-9 pm, 9-11 pm, and after 11 pm was prime time. I'd been there twice with classmates before, so I was quite familiar with it. My stepmother attracted a lot of attention as soon as she entered the bar. Her queen-like attire was quite imposing. Standing next to her, I was just a passable pile of cow dung. I guess many people were already cursing me in their hearts, and probably no one could even tell she was my stepmother. After overcoming many obstacles, we finally found a place to sit not far from the dance floor. My stepmother didn't hold back at all. She immediately ordered several bottles of expensive red wine, the kind that easily gets you drunk. Seemingly still not satisfied, she ordered a dozen beers, but ate less. She just drank whenever she wanted, truly domineering beyond belief. In the past, I would have definitely complained, but this time I said nothing. Drinking is supposed to be fun, and if going to a nightclub turns into a deathly atmosphere like a private club, that's just too boring. Crazy people drink very boldly, and Wang Qingxia, being the most unromantic, just grabbed the bottle and started chugging, completely disregarding her image. Looking at her increasingly hazy face after drinking, I kindly reminded her, "Can we take it easy? You have to drive later!" Sitting next to me, she gloated, "If we get into a car accident, we'll all die together. It's just a loss, no big deal!" I said helplessly, "Can't you say something nice?" My stepmother, completely oblivious, chuckled, "You little rascal, are you reluctant to part with your goddess? Well, anyone would be!" "Why do I feel like you're gloating a little?" My stepmother said disdainfully, "I don't have time to play deep with a little brat like you!" Watching her chug her bottle... I couldn't stand it anymore and snapped, "If you keep drinking like this, I'm leaving!" My stepmother said seductively, "I'm waiting for you to get intimate with me in the bathroom, what's the rush?" I glanced at her, "Can you stop degrading yourself like this? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" My stepmother, acting like she was fearless, shouted, "I've touched everything I wanted to touch, kissed everything I wanted to kiss, and now we're almost in bed together. If I were going to be struck by lightning, I would have been dead already. I'm not afraid!" I should be grateful to have a stepmother who calls herself "sister." Damn it, what stepmother in this world would dare to talk to her son like that? Even though we're not related by blood, this is still morally bankrupt. But at this moment, I really want to say, "Morally bankrupt my ass!" After seeing that I had surrendered, my stepmother raised her wine bottle and clinked it against mine, then took a big gulp. I was terrified, afraid she would go on a drunken rampage. After downing a bottle of red wine, she finally started to get a little drunk, but was still full of energy. I, on the other hand, drank too much red wine this time, and eventually couldn't hold it in anymore and felt like throwing up. I managed to soberly go to the restroom to vomit, but unexpectedly, the eccentric Wang Qingxia followed me in, patting my back, completely oblivious to the fact that this was the men's restroom. Several men nearby were too afraid to even go in to urinate, standing to the side clutching their genitals, probably holding it back. Back at my seat, Wang Qingxia laughed and said to me, "How about it? My alcohol tolerance is pretty good, right?" Completely speechless, I replied, "Want to try another bottle?" Sure enough, she grabbed another bottle of red wine, ready to down it. I immediately snatched it from her hand, practically begging, "I surrender, okay?" Feeling victorious, Wang Qingxia shouted "Hooray!" and then asked a question that completely baffled me. She was slumped over the table, staring at the wine bottle with a dazed look in her eyes, and said, "How about I be your mistress?" I didn't answer, but inwardly I cursed her as a crazy stepmother. I didn't press for details, but instead raised my glass again and smiled at me, "Cheers!" I slapped her thigh and snapped, "You want me to sleep with you, don't you?" Wang Qingxia, who could charm anyone with a casual wink, stood up and sat directly on my lap, laughing, "Come on, want to go to the restroom?" I didn't dare to talk to her about this nonsense anymore. Wang Qingxia's mind was far beyond my comprehension; she was truly skilled, and most people couldn't handle her. After pushing her away, we drank another bottle of red wine, and then started chugging beer. The worst thing you can do when drinking is mix different kinds of alcohol, because it makes you get drunk very easily. In the end, both of us, these two lunatics, were pretty drunk, to the point that we could only see each other in our hazy, drunken state. A moment later, a rock song started playing in the bar—Beyond's incredibly catchy "The Earth." Without a word, my stepmother swayed and leaped onto the dance floor, her whole body moving to the rhythm. After a while, seemingly still not satisfied, she came running down in her high heels and dragged me up with her. For someone like me, who's a total loser on stage, it was impossible to let loose. But maybe because of the alcohol, I started swaying along with her as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Still not enough, she got more and more wild, squatting down to take off her high heels and throw them off the stage. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. But when she kissed me directly, my mind went completely blank. After I pushed her away and jumped off the stage, that slut Wang Qingxia actually stood on the stage and called me "darling" in a sweet, seductive voice, gentle to the core. My nose almost bled. Now I finally understand: if a woman is determined to seduce a man, no man can resist. I gave a questioning "hmm," and slightly raised my head, only to see a scene that made my heart tremble. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, in the bright lights, she stood on the steps and reached out to remove the hair clip from her hair. Her long, smooth hair fluttered in the breeze. I looked up; this scene was destined to be a beautiful image I would never forget. Then, amidst gasps, my stepmother jumped down from the steps. I was startled and quickly ran over, opening my arms to hug her. Before I could even speak, my neck was tightly wrapped with two hands, and then a pair of rosy lips kissed me. I was stunned. The crowd fell silent for a moment, then a round of applause broke out—many people clapped, unrestrained and without any inhibitions! I held her delicate body in my arms, looking coldly into her dazed eyes, and said, "Shouldn't we go home?" "There's a hotel upstairs!" my stepmother murmured. I let her go. "Do you really want to be struck by lightning?" "I'm not afraid!" "But I'm afraid of dying!" "I'm with you, what are you afraid of?" This was the last straw. I helped her to the front desk to pay the bill, and then we took the elevator upstairs. When we checked into the room, she still swiped her card to pay, but this time, after swiping, she threw the card at me and said, "Remember, it's your sister who's keeping you." I didn't argue with her. She was definitely drunk, and I only brought her to the hotel to prevent her from driving under the influence. But once we got into the room, this slut finally went crazy, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. Her trembling, swaying body was too much for me to handle. I'm a man too, and I had a reaction. I finally started taking off my clothes—no, I should say I was tearing them off. I was incredibly angry at myself for wearing that white shirt this morning; it had too many buttons, and the more I tried to unbutton it, the slower it became. My stepmother, now the one taking the initiative, knelt on the bed and said seductively, "Let me help you take them off!" Forget about taking them off, I was going straight for it! I pulled her into my arms, wanting to devour her whole. When I kissed her lips, I went straight for the kill. My stepmother was even more direct, her little tongue darting around in my mouth. This time, I used even more force with my hands on her chest, but she still bit my earlobe, saying with a tingling sound, "Hold on harder, the harder you hit me, the more comfortable I feel!" What else could I say? Go ahead and hit me harder! Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and her belt was unbuckled. Now I knew that in the future, there was no need to take off your clothes for this kind of thing; it was a waste of time, because in the heat of the moment, you'll find yourself completely naked without even realizing it. "Honey, aren't you going to take a shower first?" My stepmother grabbed my crotch, her eyes glazed over, and said. "We'll shower after we're done." I pressed down on her again. "Oh, and call me brother!" My stepmother was very obedient, giving a soft "hmm" before sweetly calling out, "I know, brother!" I didn't bother arguing with her. Once desire is aroused, it's absolutely uncontrollable. My stepmother's sensitive body could elicit moans with just the slightest touch of my tongue. When I bit her nipple with my teeth, she couldn't help but scream. The soundproofing in this apartment was naturally excellent.No doubt about it, wouldn't it be torture to hold back? We rolled around on the bed, and just as I reached for the light, she gasped, "Don't turn it off! I want to see you on top of me!" I knew she was crazy tonight, but I was even crazier. If I wasn't afraid of a woman, what was I afraid of? Besides, my thing wasn't small; I should be proud! I gently parted her legs and thrust directly into my stepmother's already completely wet secret place. Warm, delicate, full, moist, like a blissful intoxication, waves of pleasure surged through my body, familiar yet strange, incomparably ecstatic. At this moment, all nonsense about ethics and morality had long since vanished. As I moved on top of her, her neck, collarbone, breasts, even her flat stomach, didn't escape my mouth. My stepmother opened her mouth, pouring out beautiful sounds—probably the most beautiful sounds in the world. "Does it hurt?" I whispered on her shoulder. My stepmother subconsciously hummed in response. "Then I don't want it!" "Ah..." My stepmother suddenly hugged my neck, "Move faster!" Classic dialogue, familiar body, different stimulation, and an unusually ordinary pleasure. My stepmother seemed impatient, taking the initiative to roll over and pin me down, whispering in my ear, "You're too slow, too gentle, let me do it!" Chapter Seven: For martial artists, there are no lines more arousing than these. I, who had been cherishing the beauty on top of me, felt unconvinced and pinned her down again. Wasn't she too gentle? Then let's be rougher. It became more and more intense! The bed creaked and groaned. My stepmother, who had long since abandoned her reserve, was completely driven mad by my impact, letting go completely. While calling out "little brother," she also called out "husband" and "brother" at the same time. The pleasure accumulated deeper and deeper. With each high-pitched moan, my stepmother reached her peak almost simultaneously with me. Although this peak pleasure only lasted for about ten seconds, it was enough to make one feel like they were dying and being in heaven. My stepmother pulled the blanket over us, leaving us both completely naked. She hugged me, teasing me intentionally or unintentionally, even licking my unusually large, engorged nipple. "Is it good?" I asked with a smile. "Mmm!" "Want more?" "Mmm!" I slapped her buttocks and said, "You slut, where's your modesty?" "Someone ate my modesty!" My stepmother giggled. I said with a headache, "What if I get struck by lightning outside?" My stepmother rolled over and pinned me down, her eyes glazed. "Don't ask, don't speak. This time I'm on top, you can't take it from me!" I sighed, and my undisturbed member instinctively twitched, once, twice, then I stopped, but she didn't, so it went on and on. Under the light, my stepmother's snow-white upper body, almost entirely exposed before me, assaulted my vision and my wildly surging desire. This time it lasted longer than the last, reaching its peak an hour later. My stepmother, who had completely conquered me, reached her climax at least twice during the encounter. Finally, seemingly exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, saying in a weak voice, "I know I'm old, I know you have other women you like, and I know I'm not the first woman to possess your body, but at this moment you are mine, you are mine alone." After saying this, that slut Wang Qingxia went to sleep without a second thought, leaving me completely alone. I always become more sober the more I drink, so after hearing her confession, which wasn't exactly a declaration of love, I could only smile wryly. To be honest, we were cut from the same cloth. Neither of us should try to play the high and mighty. I've figured it out myself. She's already done it, and after giving away something so precious for so many years without acting like she's going to die, why should I, a man, wallow in self-pity? After smoking two cigarettes in the ashtray, I turned around and saw my stepmother curled up in her sleep, legs bent, hands pressed against her chest, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. Her sleep quality was clearly very poor. I couldn't imagine how she had endured all these years, living behind a mask. My stepmother maintained that position, needing warmth, and never moved closer to me, remaining curled up on the edge of the bed, motionless. I did think of holding her, but each time she would roll away—literally roll away, in a charming yet heartbreaking way—from my arms, continuing to curl up on the edge of the bed, completely still. I watched her until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep myself. When I woke up the next day at 8 a.m., I saw that wretched woman, one hand propping up her head, lost in thought, the other stroking my chest, a smirk on her face, her eyes fixed on me. I gently pushed her away, frowning. "Normally, shouldn't you be acting like you're going to die?" My stepmother smiled seductively. "Do you really know my alcohol tolerance?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Nothing much, because I wasn't drunk at all last night." I slowly climbed out of bed, leaned against the pillow, and sighed. "Tell me what you're thinking. Let's not try to be virtuous while pretending to be virtuous. Let's make things clear at once, so there won't be any complications." My stepmother nestled in my arms, smiling slightly. "I told you so much the other day, if you understand, you understand. What 'bitch' or 'whore'? I really don't care." "You..." Before I could even speak, my stepmother burrowed under the covers and bit my breast. Then, without restraint, she grabbed my manhood and began to play with it wantonly. This woman had gone mad, and without a word, I resumed my assault. My stepmother, her face still flushed, began to moan and groan with pleasure, calling me "husband," "brother," and "little brother" in turns, tormenting me in various ways. At this point, I stopped holding back and tried to recall the positions from those Japanese adult films I'd watched, alternating between them one by one. She was very obedient, initially responding somewhat awkwardly, but eventually completely taking the initiative. In the end, she told me she still preferred me on top of her, the subtext being clear: I wasn't putting in enough effort. We continued until about ten o'clock, when my stepmother finally fell into a deep sleep in my arms again. As a young and vigorous person, I was still full of energy. I looked at my stepmother, who was sleeping in a rather pitiful position, helped her pull up the blanket, and then got up alone and walked to the French window to smoke a cigarette. Looking at the bustling traffic below, I was surprisingly calm at this moment.For a martial artist, no line could ignite desire more powerfully. I, who had been tenderly cherishing the beauty beneath me, felt a surge of resentment and pressed her down again. Hadn't I been too gentle? Then let's be rougher. It became increasingly intense! The bed creaked and groaned. My stepmother, who had long since abandoned her reserve, was completely overwhelmed by my onslaught, losing all reason and letting loose entirely. She cried out "little brother" while simultaneously calling out "husband, brother." The pleasure intensified. With each high-pitched moan, my stepmother and I reached our climax almost simultaneously. This peak of pleasure, though lasting only ten seconds, was enough to make one feel ecstatic. My stepmother pulled the blanket over us, completely naked. She embraced me, intentionally or unintentionally teasing me, even biting my unusually large, engorged nipple with her tongue. "Was it comfortable?" I asked with a smile. "Mmm!" "Want more?" "Mmm!" I reached out and slapped her pert buttocks, saying, "You slut, where's your modesty?" "My modesty has been eaten by someone!" My stepmother giggled. I said with a headache, "What if I get struck by lightning outside?" My stepmother rolled over and pinned me down, her eyes glazed over, "Don't ask, don't speak. This time I'm on top, you can't take it from me again!" I let out a long sigh, and my part, which hadn't come out yet, subconsciously twitched, once, twice, and then I stopped, but she didn't stop, so it went on and on. Under the light, my stepmother's snow-white upper body, almost completely exposed in front of me, assaulted my vision and my wildly surging desire. This time it lasted longer than the last time, reaching its peak an hour later, and my stepmother, who had completely conquered me, reached her climax at least twice during the process. Finally, seemingly without any strength left, she slumped against me and said in a weak voice, "I know I'm old, I know you have other women you like, and I know I'm not the first woman to possess your body, but at this moment you are mine, you are mine alone." After saying this, that slut Wang Qingxia fell asleep without a second thought, leaving me completely alone. I always become more sober the more I drink, so after hearing her confession, which wasn't really a confession, I could only smile wryly. To be honest, we were cut from the same cloth. Neither of us should try to play the high and mighty. Anyway, I've figured it out. She's endured so many years, given away something so precious, and hasn't even cried, so why should I, a man, wallow in self-pity? After smoking two cigarettes in the ashtray, I turned around and saw my stepmother curled up in her sleep, legs bent, hands against her chest, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. Her sleep quality was clearly very poor. I can't even imagine how she's managed to live all these years wearing a mask. My stepmother maintained that needy sleeping position, never moving closer to me, curled up on the edge of the bed, motionless. It's not that I haven't thought about holding her, but every time, she rolls away—literally rolls away, in a charming yet heartbreaking way—from my arms, continuing to curl up on the edge of the bed, completely still. I watched her until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep. When I woke up the next day at 8 a.m., I saw this slut propping her head up with one hand, lost in thought, the other stroking my chest, a smirk on her lips, her eyes fixed on me. I gently pushed her away, frowning, and said, "Normally, shouldn't you be acting like you're dying?" My stepmother smiled seductively, "Do you really know my alcohol tolerance?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's meaningless, because I wasn't drunk at all last night." I slowly crawled out of bed, leaned against the pillow, and sighed. "Tell me what you're thinking. Let's not try to be virtuous while pretending to be prostitutes. Let's make things clear at once, so as not to cause any trouble later." My stepmother nestled in my arms and smiled slightly. "I told you so much the other day. If you understand, you'll understand. As for prostitutes or not, I really don't care." "You..." Before I could even speak, my stepmother burrowed under the covers and bit my breast. Then, without restraint, she grabbed my manhood and began to play with it wantonly. This woman had gone mad, and without a word, I resumed my assault. My stepmother, her face still flushed, began to moan and groan with pleasure, calling me "husband," "brother," and "little brother" in turns, tormenting me in various ways. At this point, I stopped holding back and tried to recall the positions from those Japanese adult films I'd watched, alternating between them one by one. She was very obedient, initially responding somewhat awkwardly, but eventually completely taking the initiative. In the end, she told me she still preferred me on top of her, the subtext being clear: I wasn't putting in enough effort. We continued until about ten o'clock, when my stepmother finally fell into a deep sleep in my arms again. As a young and vigorous person, I was still full of energy. I looked at my stepmother, who was sleeping in a rather pitiful position, helped her pull up the blanket, and then got up alone and walked to the French window to smoke a cigarette. Looking at the bustling traffic below, I was surprisingly calm at this moment.For a martial artist, no line could ignite desire more powerfully. I, who had been tenderly cherishing the beauty beneath me, felt a surge of resentment and pressed her down again. Hadn't I been too gentle? Then let's be rougher. It became increasingly intense! The bed creaked and groaned. My stepmother, who had long since abandoned her reserve, was completely overwhelmed by my onslaught, losing all reason and letting loose entirely. She cried out "little brother" while simultaneously calling out "husband, brother." The pleasure intensified. With each high-pitched moan, my stepmother and I reached our climax almost simultaneously. This peak of pleasure, though lasting only ten seconds, was enough to make one feel ecstatic. My stepmother pulled the blanket over us, completely naked. She embraced me, intentionally or unintentionally teasing me, even biting my unusually large, engorged nipple with her tongue. "Was it comfortable?" I asked with a smile. "Mmm!" "Want more?" "Mmm!" I reached out and slapped her pert buttocks, saying, "You slut, where's your modesty?" "My modesty has been eaten by someone!" My stepmother giggled. I said with a headache, "What if I get struck by lightning outside?" My stepmother rolled over and pinned me down, her eyes glazed over, "Don't ask, don't speak. This time I'm on top, you can't take it from me again!" I let out a long sigh, and my part, which hadn't come out yet, subconsciously twitched, once, twice, and then I stopped, but she didn't stop, so it went on and on. Under the light, my stepmother's snow-white upper body, almost completely exposed in front of me, assaulted my vision and my wildly surging desire. This time it lasted longer than the last time, reaching its peak an hour later, and my stepmother, who had completely conquered me, reached her climax at least twice during the process. Finally, seemingly without any strength left, she slumped against me and said in a weak voice, "I know I'm old, I know you have other women you like, and I know I'm not the first woman to possess your body, but at this moment you are mine, you are mine alone." After saying this, that slut Wang Qingxia fell asleep without a second thought, leaving me completely alone. I always become more sober the more I drink, so after hearing her confession, which wasn't really a confession, I could only smile wryly. To be honest, we were cut from the same cloth. Neither of us should try to play the high and mighty. Anyway, I've figured it out. She's endured so many years, given away something so precious, and hasn't even cried, so why should I, a man, wallow in self-pity? After smoking two cigarettes in the ashtray, I turned around and saw my stepmother curled up in her sleep, legs bent, hands against her chest, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. Her sleep quality was clearly very poor. I can't even imagine how she's managed to live all these years wearing a mask. My stepmother maintained that needy sleeping position, never moving closer to me, curled up on the edge of the bed, motionless. It's not that I haven't thought about holding her, but every time, she rolls away—literally rolls away, in a charming yet heartbreaking way—from my arms, continuing to curl up on the edge of the bed, completely still. I watched her until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep. When I woke up the next day at 8 a.m., I saw this slut propping her head up with one hand, lost in thought, the other stroking my chest, a smirk on her lips, her eyes fixed on me. I gently pushed her away, frowning, and said, "Normally, shouldn't you be acting like you're dying?" My stepmother smiled seductively, "Do you really know my alcohol tolerance?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "It's meaningless, because I wasn't drunk at all last night." I slowly crawled out of bed, leaned against the pillow, and sighed. "Tell me what you're thinking. Let's not try to be virtuous while pretending to be prostitutes. Let's make things clear at once, so as not to cause any trouble later." My stepmother nestled in my arms and smiled slightly. "I told you so much the other day. If you understand, you'll understand. As for prostitutes or not, I really don't care." "You..." Before I could even speak, my stepmother burrowed under the covers and bit my breast. Then, without restraint, she grabbed my manhood and began to play with it wantonly. This woman had gone mad, and without a word, I resumed my assault. My stepmother, her face still flushed, began to moan and groan with pleasure, calling me "husband," "brother," and "little brother" in turns, tormenting me in various ways. At this point, I stopped holding back and tried to recall the positions from those Japanese adult films I'd watched, alternating between them one by one. She was very obedient, initially responding somewhat awkwardly, but eventually completely taking the initiative. In the end, she told me she still preferred me on top of her, the subtext being clear: I wasn't putting in enough effort. We continued until about ten o'clock, when my stepmother finally fell into a deep sleep in my arms again. As a young and vigorous person, I was still full of energy. I looked at my stepmother, who was sleeping in a rather pitiful position, helped her pull up the blanket, and then got up alone and walked to the French window to smoke a cigarette. Looking at the bustling traffic below, I was surprisingly calm at this moment.

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