The Young and Beautiful Office Lady Mother Who Was Targeted 1-3

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1.

Haicheng is a modern metropolis located on the eastern coast of China. The Jiangbei Economic Development Zone is one of the development zones that the government has vigorously promoted in recent
years . In less than ten years, it
has transformed from a remote, sparsely populated suburb into Haicheng's most sought-after area. Modern office buildings, apartments, and residential communities
have sprung up one after another, with large supermarkets, hospitals, schools, and other supporting facilities readily available. Of course, this has led to
a surge in local housing prices. However, many "Haicheng drifters" have managed to establish themselves here. Wang Yuehan is
one .

Yuehan comes from a relatively well-off family. Her hometown is a provincial capital in central China. Her father is a
professor at the best university in the area, and her mother is a middle manager at a branch of a large state-owned enterprise. The couple originally wanted Yuehan
to work so she could live a happy life. However, after graduating with her master's degree, Yuehan insisted on
working in Haicheng. Her parents couldn't persuade their beloved only daughter otherwise, so they gave in, as parents ultimately wanted their daughter to be
happy on her own.

After graduation, Yuehan joined the investment branch of a Hong Kong-funded bank in Haicheng. After more than ten years of hard work,
she became the head of the risk control team. Although she couldn't compare to the children of officials and the wealthy, she was financially secure. She and
her husband's combined annual income was close to one million yuan, which, after deducting their mortgage payments, was enough for them to live comfortably in Haicheng
. Their 10-year-old son, Longlong, was also obedient, sensible, lively, and adorable, making their family life harmonious and joyful.

Just after lunch, Yuehan was sitting in front of her computer, engrossed in reviewing several risk assessment reports, when
her colleague, Xiao Li, tapped on her desk. "Sister Wang, I'm going to buy coffee, do you want some?"

Yuehan snapped out of her reverie and smiled at Xiao Li. "The usual, a Venti hot
Americano, no milk, no sugar."

"Sister Wang, don't always drink black coffee, it's so boring! Starbucks just got a new Cookie Caramel Macchiato, it's
delicious, do you want to try it?"

Yuehan laughed. "No, I'll stick with the Americano. I'm getting old, my metabolism isn't as fast as you young girls',
I need to watch my sugar intake, or I'll become fat soon."

"Oh, Sister Wang, you're so funny! Look at your figure and skin, where are you old? If I
could have your figure and style in 10 years, I'd be laughing in my sleep!"

"Alright, stop flattering me, girl. Go on, you have a meeting this afternoon."

After Xiao Li left, Yuehan continued reviewing the risk assessment report.

Actually, Xiao Li wasn't flattering Yuehan at all. Although she was 34, Yuehan still maintained
the soft, fair skin of a young girl. This was thanks to her good lifestyle habits. While her height of 1.63 meters wasn't
exceptionally tall, her good proportions and consistent exercise made
her appear slender and graceful. Her long, flowing hair, styled with slightly inward curls at the ends and dyed a light chestnut brown, exuded femininity. If
time had left any mark on Yuehan, it was a dignified elegance unlike that of a naive young girl.

Not long after, Xiao Li brought the coffee. Yuehan took a small sip; the bitter yet fragrant
coffee from her mouth to her stomach, bringing a comfortable warmth to her body.

Suddenly, Yuehan's phone on the table vibrated; the caller ID showed an unknown number. Yuehan quickly
picked up her phone and walked to the break area: "Hello, who is this?"

A rude middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the line: "Are you Meng Xianglong's mother?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Meng Xianglong's homeroom teacher!"

"Oh...it's Teacher Wu, hello, hello, is there something you need for Longlong?"
Yuehan remembered Teacher Wu, the homeroom teacher she had met at the parent-teacher meeting.

"You need to come to the school right away. Your child injured a classmate, and the other parent has already come.
Come and handle it. Main building, second floor, room 201, Chinese Language Teaching and Research Office! Hurry up!" Without waiting for Yuehan's reply, she
hung up the phone.

Yuehan wanted to say something, but the receiver only had a beeping sound. Remembering that the meeting was important, Yuehan was a little
troubled, but her husband was on a business trip in Canada, so there was nothing she could do. After all, her child had to take the lead. Yuehan walked to the deputy
supervisor Peter's workstation and discussed the afternoon review meeting with him, asking Peter to
chair it for her. She then hurried off to the school.

The Chinese language teaching and research office at Haicheng Jiangbei No. 2 Primary School was located on the second floor of the main building. Since it was during class time, many teachers' workstations
were empty, with only two student teachers
grading
assignments. In the reception area on the right side of the room, a middle-aged couple sat on a sofa. The man wore a dirty black cotton coat and ill-fitting trousers, his hair a mess, smoking silently. The smell of smoke permeated the teaching and research room, and the young female student teacher occasionally showed expressions of disgust at
the fumes . The woman had a perm with exaggerated makeup, was short and fat, and covered in excess flesh. She
wore a green coat and black woolen trousers, the trousers tucked into cheap dark red leather boots, making her short, thick legs
look like pig's trotters.

The woman pointed at her equally chubby son beside her,
nagging : "What's going on! Are you coming or not! You've beaten our child like this and you're not coming over right now
! What do you mean by this! You're such a bad teacher, entrusting our child to you, and look what you've done! Look! He
's bleeding!"

The woman's complaints were like a machine gun, while the man beside her looked annoyed: "Alright! Stop talking, it's giving me a
headache!"

The woman immediately turned her machine gun fire on her husband, her eyes wide: "You still have the nerve
to say that! It's because you're incompetent! If you had money and connections, we would have sent our child to Haicheng Central Primary School. Look at him
now , stuck in this lousy school in Jiangbei with those stinky kids from out of town, look how badly he's been beaten!"

The man, after being reprimanded, simply stopped talking. The homeroom teacher, Wu Ping, also looked embarrassed.

Just then, Yuehan walked in. That day, Yuehan wore a black and white checkered winter dress,
knee-length, with a long camel-colored thick coat over it. She paired it with dark gray opaque tights and
matte black square-buckle mid-heel pumps. This outfit was considered ordinary office dress
code at the company, but when she appeared at the door, everyone's eyes lit up.

Yuehan walked into the house and gave a slight bow to Wu Ping inside: "Hello, I am Meng Xianglong's mother, my name is..."
" Wang Yuehan. I'm so sorry my child has caused you trouble at school."

On the sofa, the middle-aged woman, after her initial surprise, revealed a uniquely female disdain born of jealousy.
Before Wu Ping could speak, she abruptly stood up: "You're that wild child's mother?" She grabbed her
chubby son, pointing at his bruised and swollen face: "Look at you! Look at how your son
beat my son! How did you raise your child?!"... The machine gun began again.

Yuehan quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, no matter what, it's definitely my child's fault for hitting someone!
Could you please tell me the whole story?"

The chubby woman's eyes widened even more: "What story? Your son hit my child!
You should pay compensation, pay compensation, expel him! Or I'll report you to the education commission!"

"Please don't get agitated, Mom," Yuehan said with a smile. "Why don't you rest for a bit? I
'll go ask Longlong what happened and then give you an answer."

Yuehan and Wu Ping went downstairs to find Longlong, who had already gone back to class. As soon as they left, the fat woman looked at them with
disdain : "Like mother, like child. Look at this mother, she's obviously a slut
. Wearing so little in the dead of winter, showing her legs, she's a horny vixen. May this bitch freeze to death, she'll get arthritis sooner or later."

The man continued smoking, but his heart was itching unbearably, like a thousand ants crawling on it. No one had noticed that
from the moment Yuehan entered the room, his eyes hadn't left her. Especially her legs under her skirt, which made him itch with desire
. This man was named Gu Dapeng, a bricklayer. He would occasionally go out and pick up odd jobs like scraping walls
, but most of the time he spent drinking, bragging, and playing mahjong with his cronies. He had
long , preferring to masturbate to the images of beautiful women online. He followed
countless white-collar workers, female college students, and flight attendants on Weibo, and whenever he felt the urge to release his sexual desire, he would find
their , especially those showing stockings, and ejaculate quickly in front of them. Gu Dapeng had also visited prostitutes,
but he gradually realized that these women, apart from having better figures than his wife, couldn't compare to the beautiful women on Weibo
. However, given his social circle, he would never have the opportunity to get close to those women.

Just now, when Yuehan was arguing with his wife, his gaze was less than a meter away from Yuehan's legs. He could
smell the faint scent of perfume on Yuehan and even clearly see the occasional wrinkles in the stockings at the back of her legs and ankles
. Yuehan's dignified, elegant, and polite demeanor was something he had never encountered before. He stared at
her, swallowing hard, struggling to control himself, terrified that he might accidentally
pounce on her in front of everyone, frantically kissing and caressing her jade-like legs and feet clad in pantyhose.

After Yuehan left, he excused himself to the toilet, and as soon as he closed the door, he eagerly pulled down his pants, revealing
his already hard erection. He closed his eyes, imagining himself pinning Yuehan down, tearing
her dress apart . He imagined her legs and feet, clad in delicate gray pantyhose, struggling and kicking in the air, which he would grab and
frantically sniff and lick. He could no longer control his thoughts; his mind was filled with Yuehan, raping her, leg-fucking, foot-
fucking, fucking her stockings and shoes—various images intertwined in his mind. Accompanied by increasingly rapid masturbation
, a thick, white liquid gushed out, seeping from between his rough fingers.

Coming to his senses, he quickly tore off a large piece of toilet paper, wiping himself while taking deep breaths to regain his strength.

Gu Dapeng felt a sense of emptiness and powerlessness. Before,
he could only fantasize about these exquisite women through a screen, and not being
to have them didn't cause him such a great sense of loss. But now, Yuehan was truly standing here, so close to him, yet he couldn't have anything. He wouldn't even be satisfied with just a pair of pantyhose or a
pair of shoes
raping her. But he knew clearly that although Yuehan was right next to him, he could only watch helplessly, unable to obtain anything. He desperately wanted to pin Yuehan down on the spot, rip off her shoes and socks, take
them home, masturbate by smelling them, but he couldn't have them.

Gu Dapeng left the restroom with a huge sense of loss and returned to the research office, only to find that Yuehan had already
returned with Meng Xianglong.

2. Swearing

Unlike her previous amiable demeanor, Yuehan's complexion was now quite bad.

She held her son's hand, glanced at the chubby boy whose face was bruised and swollen from being beaten by her son, and then spoke
to Gu Dapeng and his plump wife, "Parents, Ms. Wu and I have understood what happened . It was indeed wrong of my child to hit someone, but we also hope that you can pay more attention to disciplining
your children ..." 　　Before Yuehan could finish speaking, the plump woman jumped up from the sofa again, "How dare you talk like that? Whose child do you think needs discipline?" She pointed at Meng Xianglong next to Yuehan with her thick, short finger, "Get this straight, it was your wild child who hit someone! This little bastard is the one who needs to be disciplined!" 　　"Mother, please watch your words and actions in front of your child." Even the usually gentle Yuehan couldn't help but frown, and it was clear that she was using the utmost patience to control her emotions. 　　"What's wrong with my words and actions? Huh? What's wrong with my words and actions?" The fat woman's voice rose higher and higher: "Your son hit someone, and instead of apologizing, you come here saying my son needs discipline? What kind of attitude is that?!" 　　Yuehan continued patiently: "I have already apologized to you, and I can cover . But there was indeed a reason for what happened today. If your child hadn't... hadn't used foul language first, Longlong wouldn't have hit him for no reason." 　　"Oh dear, trying to turn the tables on me? Let me tell you, don't give me that! Don't I know what kind of person my Xiaohu is? I've never heard him swear a single word!" The fat woman turned her head, her machine- gun-like fire turning to her husband: "Hey, don't sit there pretending nothing happened! Your son got beaten up like this, why don't you say something?" 　　Gu Dapeng quickly looked away from Yuehan's legs encased in stockings, coughed twice, and raised his head, saying, "Um, Ms. Wang... you said my Xiaohu swore, what exactly did he say?" 　　Yuehan didn't answer the question, but instead remained silent, her face flushed. 　　The fat woman smugly mocked, "See, you're speechless now. Humph, you beat someone up and don't even admit it..."

" You even tried to frame my son, how shameless!"

"Who framed him? He was the one who started it!" Meng Xianglong, standing next to Yuehan, couldn't help but
shout, "He insulted my mother! He called my mother a slut!..."

Everyone was stunned, even the two student teachers who had been grading homework turned to look
. Yuehan's face turned even redder, and she reached out to tug at her son's arm.

The fat woman was secretly gloating, but continued her tirade: "Stop
spouting nonsense ! How old is my Xiaohu? How could a ten-year-old say such a thing? Only
your unruly brat would say something like that!"

Meng Xianglong's face puffed up with anger as he pointed at Gu Xiaohu and continued shouting, "He said it!
He definitely said it! Many classmates heard it!"

The homeroom teacher, Wu Ping, couldn't help but interject, "Gu Xiaohu's parents, we just
spoke with several classmates, and it's true that Gu Xiaohu started it, and he used very offensive language..."

Seeing that Teacher Wu was on his side, Meng Xianglong felt even more righteous. Ignoring his mother's repeated attempts to stop him,
he took two steps forward and confronted Gu Xiaohu, demanding, "Did you see that? You said it! You dare deny it?"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?!" The fat woman, her towering figure blocking her son's path,
yelled at Meng Xianglong, "You little bastard, you want to hit me?!"

"So what if I said it?" With his fierce, fat mother standing in front of him, Gu Xiaohu retorted defiantly
, "My dad said that women who wear skirts and stockings in the dead of winter are all sluts who need to be fucked."
He pointed at Yuehan, "Your mom always dresses like this when she takes you to school, you dare say that's not true?!"

Everyone in the research office was stunned once again. Gu Dapeng's hands, which were lighting a cigarette, trembled violently, and
the lighter fell to the ground. He quickly bent down to pick it up.

"Longlong!" Seeing her son clench his little fists again, Yuehan called out softly and pulled him back to
her side.

The homeroom teacher, Wu Ping, turned pale and then flushed, and the young female student teacher also looked at
Gu Dapeng . Another male student teacher turned around, his eyes scanning Yuehan up and down.

"You brat, stop talking nonsense!" Gu Dapeng scolded his son, trying to cover up his mistake.

The fat woman glared at her husband, then lowered her head and asked her son in a low voice, "When did your dad say that?" "

He said it yesterday when he was drinking with Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wu..." Gu Xiaohu felt like he'd gotten into
trouble, but to prove he wasn't wrong, he added softly, "You said it just now too..."

Yuehan grabbed her son's arm, standing there speechless. This family across from her was utterly ill-
mannered; the mother was unreasonable, and the father was even more filthy and vulgar. Yuehan felt both angry and
embarrassed ; her fair and delicate face was flushed red. Beneath the elastic front of her fitted dress,
her two beautifully curved breasts rose and fell with her increasingly heavy breathing.

When Yuehan learned what had happened in the classroom earlier, she was shocked. She couldn't imagine how
a child of about ten years old could say such vile things to insult a classmate's mother. Now she finally
understood; today's farce was caused by such an absurd reason... Yuehan felt that
almost everyone was intentionally or unintentionally staring at her dress, especially the young male student teacher,
who was blatantly staring at her legs clad in dark gray pantyhose.

Girls are always very sensitive to the gazes around them, and Yuehan felt extremely embarrassed by the stares. Her face burned, and she felt very uncomfortable all over.
She unconsciously shifted her feet slightly, taking a small step back, as if subconsciously
wanting to use the coffee table next to her to cover her calves.

Seeing the stunningly beautiful woman before her blush with shame after being publicly humiliated, the fat
woman's chubby face was filled with schadenfreude. Knowing she was in the wrong, she remained defiant: "Children don't know any better
. What's wrong with talking nonsense? It won't hurt you, will it?
Look , you've made my son's face bleed!"

Teacher Wu knew the fat woman was a difficult one. With the end of class approaching, she didn't want other
teachers to come back and watch the spectacle, and she was even more afraid that the school's student affairs office would find out and affect her class's performance evaluation. So, she stepped in
to smooth things over: "In today's incident, both sides are actually responsible..." Seeing the fat woman about to speak again, she
quickly added, "But, Meng Xianglong's mother, after all, it was your child who injured someone, you see..."

"Pay up! You beat my son like this, first give us a thousand yuan so we can go to the hospital for a checkup,
otherwise this isn't over!"

Yuehan knew the fat woman was clearly trying to extort money, but she really didn't want to get entangled with this family any longer.
She frowned, glanced at the fat woman, and silently took out her wallet from her bag, pulling out a wad of hundred-yuan bills and
slapping them lightly on the coffee table.

The fat woman immediately grabbed the money, counting it over and over in her hand.

Teacher Wu breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright. Meng Xianglong, Gu Xiaohu, you two come over here, apologize to each other,
and we'll call it even."

The fat woman stuffed the money into the pocket inside her coat, her machine gun finally temporarily ceasing fire. She gave her son a shove
on the back : "Go, your teacher wants you over there. Let's see if that wild child dares to bully you again!"

Despite her strong dislike for Gu Dapeng's family, Yuehan still had to give face to her homeroom teacher.
Besides, the two children were in the same class, and Yuehan didn't want to completely fall out. She gently patted her son's
shoulder: "Go apologize to your classmate, and don't fight anymore."

Meng Xianglong was still unconvinced and looked up at his mother, saying, "Why should I apologize to him? He was the
one who started it, and he even insulted you..."

"Go now!" Yuehan interrupted her son, her voice becoming stern.

Meng Xianglong had never seen his mother so angry before. He paused, pursed his lips
, and walked to Teacher Wu's side with his head down.

"I'm sorry." "I'm sorry."

The two children stood facing each other, their expressions and voices filled with reluctance.

"Hey, that's more like it." Wu Ping patted their shoulders: "You can still be good classmates and good friends from now on."
"Friend, no swearing, and no fighting, do you hear me?"

Yuehan walked to her son's side and said to Wu Ping, "Teacher Wu, I'm so sorry, I've
caused you a lot of trouble today. My son has to go back to class this afternoon, and I have a meeting at my company . I'll
make time to apologize to you another day."

Yuehan has always been gentle, kind, and well-mannered, and
she has tried her best to restrain herself in the face of such people and events. Now that things were finally over, Yuehan didn't want to stay there for another moment.

"Don't rush off!" the fat woman shouted again. "Let me tell you, this isn't over yet!
Leave your phone number. If anything happens to my son, Xiaohu, you'll be responsible to the end!"

Yuehan took out a card from her bag. "This is my business card. My contact information is on it." She placed
the card on the coffee table, glanced at Gu Dapeng who was still engrossed in smoking, and said coldly, "Also, I
work at a bank. Wearing this attire to work is a professional requirement and a sign of respect for colleagues and clients. Please think
more rationally and consider the impact on your child!" With that, she took her son's hand and walked out of the research office without looking back
.

"Pah, you hypocritical vixen, who are you lecturing?!" As soon as Yuehan left, the fat woman became even more unrestrained:
"Wearing a skirt and showing your legs in the dead of winter, humph, 'professional necessity,' she must be a prostitute! My Xiaohu was
absolutely right, that slut is a complete whore!"

"Alright, alright, she's gone and you're still going on and on!" Gu Dapeng angrily stubbed out his cigarette. He had just
been "betrayed" by his son, making a fool of himself in front of everyone, and hearing his wife bring it up again, he finally
couldn't help yell.

The fat woman turned her head, her eyes wide with rage: "You still have the nerve to say that? I haven't even settled accounts with you yet!
I'm asking you, how did Xiao Hu hear you say such shameless things? Did you
go to a sauna with those old bastards, Lao Zhang and Lao Wu, and hire prostitutes?"

"Parents, please don't argue here." Wu Ping couldn't wait to get rid of this family of pests:
"The most important thing is to take Gu Xiao Hu to the hospital for a checkup."

The fat woman pulled her coat tighter, put a hat and scarf on her son, and tossed a sentence to her husband:
"Let's go! Don't embarrass yourselves here!" After saying that, she led Gu Xiao Hu out the door.

Gu Dapeng stood up from the sofa, picked up the business card Yue Han had left on the table, and followed them out.

Yue Han and Meng Xianglong walked one after the other in the corridor of the teaching building. There were still two minutes before class ended, and the corridor
was empty, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

Meng Xianglong suddenly tugged at his mother's coat and whispered, "Mom, please don't be angry with me anymore..."

Yuehan also stopped walking. She turned around, put her hands on her son's shoulders, bent down and said, "Longlong,
Mom isn't angry with you."

"Mom, why?" Meng Xianglong pouted, his big, watery eyes wide with grievance. "They were
clearly in the wrong, so why do we have to apologize to them? Why do we have to pay them money?"

Yuehan felt a pang of pity for her son, looking at his distressed expression. She leaned down and gently
kissed , softly comforting him, "Good boy, Mom knows you did this to protect Mom's reputation.
Mom is really grateful to you." She took her son's hand and gently stroked the back of it. "Of course, it was
wrong If you encounter something like this again, tell the teacher, or tell Mom when you get home.
But you can't hit anyone anymore. Fighting with classmates is wrong, understand?"

Meng Xianglong stared at his mother's gentle and kind face and nodded vigorously.

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