[My Little Daddy Adopted Me] (41)

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41. My Third Aunt is So Beautiful
The next morning, I was still half asleep, half-awake. Who was touching my bottom? I opened my eyes and saw it
was my father. He was carefully examining my bottom, where my mother had spanked me. He was up so early. Just as I was about to speak, he
covered my mouth. I understood; my mother was still asleep, and I couldn't wake her. "Be good," he whispered, and left
the room.
I understood what he meant. He was distressed by the spanking, and he also wanted me to serve my third aunt well and please her
.
After all, my third aunt was my father's wife, and I was just his daughter. In the open, my father would definitely
uphold my mother's authority. My third aunt's status was far higher than mine. If I truly loved my father, then I
had to obediently accept my mother's discipline. Only by being filial would my father like me. He wouldn't want an
unfilial daughter.
Besides, I also felt that my father loved my third aunt very much; she was not only beautiful but also very intelligent. My third aunt said
I have a good heart and didn't dislike me. It's just that I was a bit foolish and didn't satisfy her. She meant well, so she had to discipline
me. I'm so old, and my third aunt still has to go to the trouble of disciplining me. I feel so ashamed.
I lay quietly on the ground, lost in thought. I don't know how much time passed when I heard my mother calling me. I quickly
got up and knelt to the bedside. "Mom, you're awake. Zhu'er greets Mom good morning.
" "Yes, good girl. Come with Mom to take a bath."
"Yes, Mom, Zhu'er will go and run some hot water for Mom."
"Wait a minute. Mom needs to pee now."
"Zhu'er is Mom's chamber pot." I emptied Mom's bladder again.
"How's Mom's pee?"
"It tastes good, very good. Zhu'er likes it. Thank you, Mom, for giving Zhu'er some."
"Zhu'er likes it, so be good. If Zhu'er is good, Mom will give you more to drink."
Hearing that my third aunt was going to reward me, I smiled happily.
After my mother and I finished breakfast and rested for a while, I accompanied her to a duty-free shopping mall.
There are many designer boutiques there: Chanel, Versace
, Giorgio Armani, and Pierre Cardin all
have stores.
Mom prefers Versace. She says: Versace's designs are distinctive, possessing a unique aesthetic and
strong avant-garde artistic characteristics. They are uniquely charming, full of Renaissance-era opulence, and rich in imagination
. The styles are sexy and beautiful, very feminine, with vibrant colors, possessing both operatic, surrealistic opulence and
a strong consideration for comfort and flattering the figure. They are characterized by lines, sensually expressing the female form
.
I never expected Mom to know so much about brands. Mom comes from a
mountainous region in another province, a place with perpetual fog, inconvenient transportation, and abundant tea production. While her everyday clothes are always very decent, the materials are quite ordinary. I thought Mom was only
vaguely familiar with these international brands.
"Mom, you're so knowledgeable!"
"Do you just think of your mom as a country bumpkin?"
"No, no, Mom, Zhu'er really admires you. You know so much!"
"I couldn't afford brands like this before, but I love reading and browsing the internet. I know quite a bit
."
"Mom, Zhu'er really admires you."
"Nonsense, don't you admire me? Do you dare not admire me?" My 16-year-old mother already had a great presence
, radiating authority without anger.
While Mom was trying on clothes, I helped her carry them, running around for her. The saleswoman saw this and said to Mom, "Miss,
you're so lucky. Your mother loves you so much. It's truly the heart of every parent. I envy you for having such a good mother
."
"My mother?" Mom glared at the saleswoman. "You mean her? Ask her, what is she to me?"
"Oh, not a nanny, I'm sorry."
"Miss," the conversation was getting off-topic, so I confessed, "I'm her daughter, she's my mother."
This surprised the saleswoman so much she couldn't close her mouth. Never mind her. Serving Mom is more important.
"Mom, you look good in everything. Pick out a few pieces in all colors and styles."
"My dear girl, do I really look good in everything?" "
Really? How could Pearl dare lie to her mother?" "
Alright, Mom will pick these." Mom pointed and asked the saleswoman to wrap them up. Mom took out a card, and
I quickly ran to pay. When I came back, I grabbed the bag and followed Mom.
Mom also wanted to buy a few pairs of shoes; she liked Chanel shoes. The saleswoman there still treated me like Sweetie's mom.
Mom didn't explain; she just called me "girl" or "daughter," and I called her "Mom" loudly and naturally. When the saleswoman heard
how Mom and I addressed each other, and saw me kneeling down respectfully to help Mom change and try on shoes, how could she not believe
that she was my mother and I was her daughter?
Later, I accompanied Mom to a cosmetics store, a toy store, and an LV store. As soon as Mom entered the toy store, her particularly
innocent and lively image changed completely. Mom loves plush toys—pandas, big bears, polar
bears…she wants any bear-themed toy.
“Mom, why are you picking all these bear toys?”
“You silly girl. These are for the bed. Your dad is a bear, and only a bear can get on Mom’s bed.”
Mom said this with a slightly shy, yet sweet, smile. Oh, yes, Mom was expressing her loyalty
and deep love for Dad. I can’t compare to Mom’s love for Dad. Compared to Mom, I’m much simpler,
almost stupid. I feel very lucky that Mom accepts me as her daughter. I need to learn from
Mom’s lessons to improve.
There were too many things for me to carry. The shop assistant helped us load the goods into the car. Today was truly
a fruitful day.
Back home, Mom was very excited and tried on several outfits. When Mom put them on, I, Aunt Liu, and
Sister Chahua were all stunned. Mom was so beautiful. I can’t even describe it. I've truly come to understand the saying, "Clothes make the man
." I also realize that "stunningly beautiful" is no exaggeration. My goodness, her pure face, her
bright eyes, her curvaceous figure—wearing this outfit, she looks exceptionally elegant, making everyone who sees her...
As women ourselves, we all felt ashamed, feeling honored to kneel before her and kiss the spot where she had trod
. Aunt Liu and Sister Chahua exclaimed repeatedly, "Madam, you're so beautiful. Before you, we're just
a pile of trash."
"I don't want useless trash. I want you to be useful servants, are you willing?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The three of us immediately knelt down and said to Mother.
"Look at what you're saying. Chahua is in her twenties, Aunt Liu should be thirty, and Zhu'er, I know
, just over forty. I'm only sixteen! You'll all be my servants, isn't that unfair?"
"How could it be? Madam treating us as servants is the greatest favor we can receive. We are honored."
"Servants must be loyal to their masters."
"We will be absolutely loyal to our masters."
"Good, granted. Servants, get up. Serve your master's meal."

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