Green-loving mother and queen mom (1-6)

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Chapter 1: The Troubles of Young Liu Liang

Chaoyang City is located in a remote area with inconvenient transportation and a tough local culture. It is one of the few impoverished county-level cities in the country.

My name is Liu Liang. I was born in this city just after my fifteenth birthday. I have a
family that looks ordinary but is actually quite extraordinary.

My father's name is Liu Hui, 40 years old this year. He comes from the Chaobei mountain area of Chaoyang City. His family is poor; he is a typical
"phoenix man" from the mountains. My mother's name is Chen Meijiao, 30 years old this year. She comes from the famous Chen family in Beijing, a
true "rich, beautiful, and successful" woman. The two have very different social statuses and are ten years apart in age, so naturally, there are many stories to tell.

Let me start with my dad. He was the only college student in our village, majoring in psychology, which was quite novel at the time.
The tuition was naturally exorbitant, and even with the support of the entire village, we couldn't afford it. To support my dad's education
and change our family's fate, my second uncle dropped out of school and worked alongside my grandparents, collecting garbage, carrying bricks, even selling his blood...
No matter how hard or tiring it was, they persevered and raised my dad to a doctorate.

My dad also worked hard as a tutor to ease the family's burden. However, tragedy struck. Before my dad even
graduated , my second uncle had an accident while working with a contractor on a building for Erdong Construction. He was hit in the spine by a steel bar and
his condition was very serious. My grandparents rushed over that night. They first went to the contractor for help, but after the accident, the contractor
had already run away. They then contacted Erdong Construction, but they shirked responsibility, saying that my second uncle hadn't
signed a contract that they should find the contractor to take responsibility. They claimed that out of humanitarian considerations, the company was willing to provide 200,000 yuan in "charity funds," and even
had my grandfather sign an agreement.

My second uncle was desperate for help, and my grandfather signed the papers and took the money without much thought. But 200,000 yuan was only enough to pull him back from
the brink of death ; the subsequent treatment would cost a lot more and needed to be expedited, otherwise, missing the optimal treatment window
could lead to paralysis.

My grandfather had no choice but to go back to Erdong Construction. This time, Erdong Construction's attitude changed drastically. They produced
the agreement my grandfather had signed, claiming that my second uncle wasn't injured at their construction site at all, and that the 200,000 yuan they were giving was already more than enough. My grandfather
naturally refused and argued with them, resulting in him being beaten and hospitalized.

My grandmother, upon learning this, also fell ill from the shock. One of my relatives, having no other option, informed my father.

My father was stunned. The money for his studies and living expenses was manageable, but the illness couldn't be delayed. Money, money, money—and
it had to be money that came quickly and in large amounts. I don't know exactly what my father was thinking, but at the time, the wealthiest members of his network
were the children of wealthy families he tutored. Somehow, my father not only obtained the money
but also got one of these wealthy heiresses pregnant.

It was too late. My second uncle missed the golden treatment window and remains paralyzed on one side to this day. My
grandparents also suffered from chronic illnesses.

Speaking of that "princess of the wealthy family," yes, that was my mother. She was only fifteen at the time, my father's
first student as a tutor. I don't understand how she could have fallen for my seemingly ordinary father.

Later, I heard from my mother that although she was born into a wealthy family and seemed to live a life of luxury, there were many rules. Apart from her maternal grandmother,
the other family members only cared about family interests, and kinship was weak. Her childhood was fine, carefree, but
everything changed after her maternal grandfather arranged a marriage for her. Besides academic subjects,
her grandfather required her to be proficient in everything—music, calligraphy, painting, dance, singing, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, and traditional female virtues. He didn't expect her to be an expert in everything, but rather a master of several. Thus, my mother
began a hellish period of study.

However, aside from yoga and dance, which helped girls maintain their figures and become beautiful, she
was tireless in all the other subjects. As a result, she not only didn't learn anything but also dragged down her academic studies.

My maternal grandfather only cared about the result, not the process. Whenever my mother fell behind, he would berate her. And when he scolded her,
she became even less motivated to study, creating a vicious cycle.

It was under these circumstances that my mother met my father. She said that although he wasn't particularly handsome, he
was very eloquent and humorous. Besides teaching her textbook knowledge, he often talked to her, helping her resolve
her pent-up emotions. For a while, my mother suffered from insomnia, and it was my father who cured her with gadgets like clocks,
metronomes , and crystal balls.

My mother became increasingly reliant on my father, this warm-hearted older brother. When my father was fired by my grandfather because of a family emergency and couldn't fulfill his contract
, my mother argued with him for the first time in her life, and even skipped school to go see him.
Whether it was my mother offering herself or my father seducing her, my mother didn't say, but after that day, she was pregnant with me.

Of course, my mom was still young at the time, and she didn't even care when her period was late. She often sneaked off to meet with my dad.
It wasn't until her belly grew big that she found out she was pregnant. My mom was very panicked at first. She wasn't prepared to be a mother at all. She
did know whether she should keep me or tell her family. She was so worried that she couldn't sleep for several days.

When she finally found an opportunity to meet with my dad, they discussed this matter. However, my dad didn't help my mom make a decision. Instead, he
analyzed the pros and cons of giving birth, abortion, and keeping it a secret.

After listening to him, my mom felt that whether she gave birth or had an abortion, whether she told him or kept it a secret, there were advantages and disadvantages. She became even more worried.
My dad was very considerate. He used a device to give my mom a good dream. After she woke up, my mom decided to keep it a secret from her family and give birth to me
.

I even asked my mom what she dreamed about back then. She said she dreamt that the child in her belly grew up, got married, and had
children. She dreamt of happily helping her son take care of his grandchildren. She also said that she vowed then and there that no matter what difficulties she encountered,
she would protect the fruit of her and my dad's love for the rest of her life. When my mom said this, her expression was as if she would
give , which

moved me deeply. But I digress. Back to the story, despite my mom's best efforts to hide it, she couldn't hide her increasingly large belly.
Not only did the Chen family notice, but the school also found out, causing a huge uproar. Not to mention the conservative social atmosphere at the time,
even now, a middle school student getting pregnant by a teacher is a big deal, let alone a high-ranking family
like .

Naturally, the Chen family tried everything to stop her, but my mom refused to abort me and loved my dad to death.
My dad was also very tough at the time, resisting all kinds of threats and inducements from the Chen family without wavering. He was even attacked with a stick while walking at night once and
almost lost his life but still didn't give in.

As the saying goes, secrets don't stay hidden forever. This matter quickly reached the ears of the prospective in-laws who had arranged a marriage between my mother and my parents.
Their surname was Tang, and the Tang family's ancestor was my great-grandfather's former superior. The two families had frequent exchanges. My mother was a beautiful child from a young age...
After entering middle school, she blossomed into an even more beautiful young woman. One day, she bumped into Tang Dashao, who
fell in love with her at first sight. He was so enamored with her that he asked his great-grandfather for help to arrange the marriage.

The Tang family was an even more powerful and wealthy family than the Chen family, and Tang Dashao was also a handsome and talented young man. My maternal grandfather
was naturally overjoyed to have such a fine son-in-law. The two families agreed to marry after my mother graduated from university, and to gain even greater benefits. That's why my
maternal grandfather devised an outrageous study plan for my mother, hoping to train her into a multi-talented "vixen"
to forever captivate the future head of the Tang family.

As a result, this incident not only ruined the marriage, but Tang Dashao, upon hearing the news
, couldn't bear it and overdosed on sleeping pills. The Tang family patriarch, grieving the loss of his beloved grandson, immediately called my maternal great-grandfather to question him and
announced that he would go to war with the Chen family.

My great-grandfather, upon hearing that my mother, his granddaughter, had committed such a disgraceful act that had brought this disaster upon the family, was so enraged that he
died on the spot, his already poor health failing him.

The Chen family, caught completely off guard, lost their pillar of support and, having fallen out with the Tang family, not only lost their driving force for advancement but also
gained their greatest obstacle. They were in utter chaos. My grandfather was furious and severed ties with my mother. My
uncles regarded her as an enemy, and even my grandmother, who loved her dearly, could not defend her.

Therefore, my mother broke with her family and, with me in her womb, left Beijing with my father, returning to his
hometown in the mountains to develop their lives.

With me by her side, my mother naturally stopped going to school and began raising me alone at a young age. My father,
besides supporting his own family, also had to support my grandparents and my uncle who was unable to work. He worked tirelessly all over the world, traveling
frequently and only returning home a few times a year, and then leaving again after a few days. So, I
don't have a particularly deep impression of my father; he feels like a familiar stranger. Moreover, my mother and I always lived a simple and impoverished life.
I envied other people's fathers since I was little. Whenever I was bullied or my mother was harassed, I would
complain to my mother about why my father wasn't there to protect us.

Every time, my mother would tell me how good and responsible my father was, how
hard he worked , but I didn't understand. I only knew that even financially, the money my father sent each month wasn't much. After paying
the mortgage and daily expenses, there was hardly anything left. My mother loved to dress up, but she didn't have many designer clothes in her wardrobe, and I was even
worse off Compared to other classmates, my allowance was pitifully small. I couldn't even go out and have fun; I could only bury myself in
my studies. But because of this, my grades were quite good.

When I was a little older, I learned about my parents' love story from my grandfather, and also about my mother's
background as a wealthy heiress. I was shocked! No wonder I sometimes thought my mother was naive to the point of being
simple-minded. I thought it was because she had been a stay-at-home mom for over ten years, but I was wrong. Before I was born,
my mother was a pampered canary, a tool in an arranged marriage.

I immediately imagined a classic drama of a wealthy princess eloping with a poor but talented man. I begged my mother to take
me back to the Chen family. My mother said the Chen family wouldn't recognize me, which disappointed me. A few days later, she changed her plan, urging her
to fake a divorce from my father, return to the Chen family, and then secretly use her status as the Chen family's heiress to help my father and me prosper.

The result, naturally, was a beating. After much nagging, my mother, seeing my constant daydreaming,
reluctantly revealed the deeper story to me, in order to put an end to my hopes: the matter of my great-grandfather's arranged marriage, and the
gradual decline of the Chen family over the past decade. Now I understood. Forget about returning to the Chen family; my uncle's side was already being kind
by not interfering with our family.

My dream of being a rich young master was shattered. I was furious! I couldn't understand my mother's thinking. Giving up her
princess life, she willingly became my father's tool for carrying on the family line, living
a monotonous life of daily chores, barely seeing each other a few times a year. The strange thing was
their rock
-solid relationship. Unless she was drunk, my mother couldn't sleep without calling my father every day, and when they met, she was like a little girl clinging to her father.

My mom often says that the most important people in her life are my dad and me. Of course, when she tells me this, she puts me
first. I wonder if she changes the order when she tells my dad.

By the way, last August, my maternal grandmother had a serious illness and passed away. My mom only found out when my uncle's lawyer arrived.
Not only was she heartbroken, but my uncle and his family wouldn't let her attend her final moments, showing that they
still harbor resentment.

The lawyer's purpose, however, was good news. Apparently, on her deathbed, my grandmother kept mentioning her youngest
daughter, who was living far away, and begged my uncle to help my mom. Because of my mom, the Chen family had regressed rather than prospered for over a decade, and my mom
harbored great resentment towards her. But she couldn't disobey her mother's wishes, so she finally gave my uncle some money and rented a small restaurant called Piaoxiang near our house as a
"charity" for my mom, making it clear that any future gains or losses would be none of the Chen family's concern.

I know that restaurant. I went there once for my classmate's birthday. It's a three-story building with two storefronts: a main hall on the first floor, a mix of main hall and private rooms
on the second floor , and all private rooms on the third floor

. It's quite popular, and I immediately persuaded my mom to agree to join. My mom had wanted to help my dad since I was able to go to school independently, but she hadn't even finished junior high school and
didn't have any skills. Being a pampered young lady
, she couldn't handle hardship. She tried applying for jobs a few times, but each time the bosses were attracted to her figure and looks, either making unwanted advances or openly offering to "maintain" her. After being disgusted a few times, my mom gradually gave up on
that idea.

The reality is that my dad's money not only needs to support my mom and me, but also my grandparents and second uncle. Plus, I'm
growing up ; high school, university, marriage, having children—the expenses will
only increase. My dad alone can barely make ends meet, and a serious illness could destroy our family's peace.

We can't afford to get sick!

Besides, the restaurant is conveniently located between home and school, allowing us to earn money while also accommodating my life and studies.

After considering all these factors, my mother was tempted and ultimately accepted my uncle's "charity."

My uncle's words were harsh, but he clearly considered my mother's lack of business experience. He not only
took over but also found a management team. My mother, however, didn't simply become a hands-off manager; instead, she went every day
to diligently learn how to manage.

Soon, news of Piaoxianglou's new, beautiful owner spread among the diners. I even heard
my classmates mention it at school; business was even better than before.

My family's life gradually improved, and the most noticeable change was that my mother smiled more, her wardrobe had
many more beautiful clothes, my allowance increased, and my ego inflated. Who would have thought that trouble would come my way
?

I'm a ninth-grade student at Mingde Middle School in Jinghu District, Chaoyang City. Mingde Middle School has
the highest rate of students getting into key high schools in the district, and the learning atmosphere is excellent. However, every school has its share of privileged students and troublemakers,
and Mingde is no exception, with a significant number of them. Each class has several troublemakers who fight, chase girls, smoke, drink, and
enjoy bullying others. The most troublesome ones are even beyond the teachers' control. We,
the honest students who study hard at school, also avoid them and try to stay away from them. The most pitiful thing is that each
class has one or two unlucky students they call "punching bags." "Punching bags" are usually students who are honest and timid,
from poor families, and have poor grades. These unlucky students are constantly bullied by the troublemakers. Ridicule,
mockery , exclusion, and pranks are commonplace. They are also frequently picked on and beaten up. We
feel sorry for them and angry but dare not speak out, nor do we dare to get too close to the "punching bags," for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Last semester, a bully named Wang Qiang from the next class filmed himself bullying a student and posted the video online,
sparking a heated discussion about school bullying. However, the discussion was largely
unproductive and was dismissed as a case of children being ignorant. Wang Qiang's family paid some medical and emotional damages, and he received a major demerit and was suspended from school
for two weeks. When he returned, he not only didn't change his ways but became even more arrogant. Except for a few ringleaders, everyone was afraid of him, and
many thugs considered it an honor to associate with him. He was practically the tyrant of Mingde School.

As for me, luckily my grades were pretty good, so I stayed on the teacher's "protection list" and wasn't on the bullies' "punching bag
list." At most, I'd occasionally get unlucky enough to be on their list and be forced to borrow money or treat them to a meal. In short, I
lived two and a half years. But with a girl's confession at the start of the new semester, my peaceful life was shattered. I became a "
punching bag," the target of those bullies' special bullying...

Chapter 2: I Became the Target of Bullying

At home, I sat in the living room with wet hair, feeling lost and dejected.

"Click," came the sound of a key turning in the front door, and then the door swung open, revealing a graceful, mature
woman entering the house.

This woman is my mother. Strictly speaking, describing my mother as a "young mature woman" is not accurate.
The term refers to urban elite women aged 25 to 35. "Young" refers to youthful appearance, and "mature"
refers to inner maturity, appropriate attire, elegant speech, and unique taste. My mother does not have enough experience and appears
"young" but only half-mature. However, the English term "sexy child woman" can
perfectly interpret this—a sexy, attractive, sexually arousing woman with a childlike innocence!

My mom is 1.67 meters tall, but her frame isn't large. She has a small face, narrow shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs—a tall,
eight-head-tall figure. Logically, with these features, she'd be a perfect Taobao clothing model. However, she has
two large breasts, and her spine is slightly deformed, with her lumbar and coccyx curving forward more severely than usual, making her buttocks
appear very prominent. From the side, her hunched posture creates an S-shape. Clothes look good on her, but
she's a minority. Formal models don't need such a dominant figure; lingerie models would be more suitable, but my mom
doesn't want to do that.

Speaking of her figure, there's an interesting story about her. She used to stay home a lot, doing nothing but watching
TV dramas and using Weibo. For a while, it was popular to show off one's figure on Weibo, and many celebrities participated. My mom found it interesting
and followed suit, but she was shy and didn't post it online. Instead, she had me act as the judge, which allowed me
to directly experience the domineering nature of my mom's figure.

Dimples for a pen – my mom couldn't manage that; Clasping a pen under her breasts – rock solid; Knees past her shoulders – just a
little bit ; Touching her belly button with her hand behind her back – effortless; Abs – my mom didn't have them, so she worked out like crazy for a while
; Collarbone for coins – she managed to put all twenty-three coins in the house on it; A4 waist –
a little bigger than a vertical A4 sheet of paper, she kept complaining about being fat and dieted for several days; Buttocks for
a phone – I remember this one the clearest. My mom was afraid the phone would break, so she went out and bought a pack of cheap cigarettes, then
wore tight yoga clothes, held onto the wall, bent forward, and stuck out her buttocks as high as possible. The pose
was incredibly alluring, and her buttocks were so perky that I could put the cigarette pack on it vertically without it falling; Cleavage for a phone –
my mom didn't let me participate in this, but judging from how happy she was, it must have been a perfect success.

Besides these amusing anecdotes, I've also heard my mom complain about three major troubles. One is that it's hard to buy pants, especially
jeans. Even if the waist size is right, they won't fit, and if the hip size is right, the waistband will be too loose. When my mom sees a pair she really
likes , she buys them and alters the waistband herself. Another is that it's hard to buy her underwear in physical stores, and even
some online stores don't have it. I once saw the packaging of my mom's bra, which said 70/32g. I looked it up on Baidu, and
it's true. Generally, people with large breasts also have large underbust measurements. People like my mom, with such small underbust measurements but large breasts, are a niche group.
The demand is small, so the supply is naturally small. The third is her sleeping posture. My mom often suffers from insomnia. Besides psychological
reasons, a large part of it is due to her body shape. Sleeping on her stomach puts pressure on her chest, and sleeping on her back is too extreme because her waist and hip ratio is too large, so her waist doesn't
touch the bed. Sleeping on her side is relatively better, but it still hurts her pelvic bones. So my mom often has to put a
flat pillow under her lower back when she sleeps.

Besides her figure, my mom also has a good foundation. Her skin isn't exaggerated to the point of being as delicate as a baby's or as smooth as ice and jade
, but because she stays at home for many years and doesn't have to be exposed to the wind and sun, it is indeed very fair and tender, without any wrinkles, forehead lines,
or crow's feet. However, when she smiles, there are shallow indentations on her cheekbones, similar to dimples that appear when she grows taller.
Later I heard people say that they are called tear dimples, and the word 'tear' is indeed very descriptive. She looks pitiful and lovable. Needless to say, her features are stunning.

My mom has a small face and delicate, petite features. And I'm not exaggerating, I've never seen anyone more captivating than her in my entire life. Yes, I'm talking about a certain allure, an indescribable, inexplicable femininity. After all, with today's advanced plastic surgery, even those with less-than-ideal features can be transformed into beauties, and there are plenty of people with well-proportioned features— it's not that rare. My mom's allure lies in her eyes. The corners of her eyes are thin and slightly curved. When she stares, her eyes are watery, exuding charm. When she smiles, they squint like crescent moons, cute and captivating. What's even more amazing is that my mom has a small...

My mom's mole, which should normally be considered a flaw, somehow actually enhances her overall appearance
, adding a touch of allure. Paired with her large, watery eyes, she's incredibly captivating.

Honestly, my mom is clearly aware of this, and has developed a
quirk : she never looks people in the eye when she talks to anyone other than my dad and me. Her gaze
always seems to wander, leading to misunderstandings and labels like arrogant, insensitive, and insincere .
As a result, she has no male friends, not even female friends. But I

digress. Back to the main point, my mom noticed something was wrong as soon as she walked in.

"Hey, Liangliang, what's wrong?"

"Mom, Wang Qiang bullied me again today," I said, my face contorted with tears.

School has only been going on for a short time, and I've already had several embarrassing experiences. I
had a note stuck to my back that said "Liu Liang the Dog" without my knowledge, and I had to attend class all day. My cubicle door was blocked with a mop, forcing me to sit in the toilet and smell the stench of feces and urine for the entire class. Afterwards
, I was mocked as "Toilet Liu," a nickname that has now spread throughout the school. I was shot with a toy gun by Wang Qiang; I
was drenched by water balloons, and so on. In short, Wang Qiang is always finding new ways to mess with me.

"He dared to throw water balloons at you?" my mom asked, somewhat
dismissively the better of me, and I didn't tell my mom about many things. It was only last time, when I came home completely soaked, that my mom asked, and I told her that
Wang Qiang had thrown water balloons at me. So, I feel like my mom sees me and Wang Qiang as Nobita and Gian from Doraemon—
just kids playing around in a rather excessive way.

"He went even further this time. He came to our classroom during every break and deliberately spat on me!" I
washed myself several times at school and took a shower as soon as I got home. My scalp was almost raw from rubbing, but I still felt like I
smelled bad. It was disgusting. And I guess my nickname will go from 'Toilet Liu' to 'Spittoon Liang' from now on.
How can I concentrate on my studies like this!

My mom clearly realized this wasn't a joke, her pretty face turning serious. She took out her phone and said angrily, "This
kid has gone too far! This isn't a joke anymore! I'm going to tell your homeroom teacher. This time, the teacher has to
deal with him seriously!"

"Mom, no, it's no use," I quickly snatched her phone away, complaining, "He went so
far because of you. I told you last time not to tell the teacher, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on telling the teacher, and in the end,
he only got a scolding and nothing happened. It's your son who's the one who suffered. He even said he deliberately spat
to get back at me."

"Then what should we do? Should I ask the teacher for his parents' phone number?"

"Mom, that won't work either. All the students in the school know his family can't control him anymore."

"Then what should we do?" My mom was getting anxious, but she couldn't come up with a good idea for a long time.

I shook my head, somewhat disappointed. My mother had limited social experience; all she could do was tell the teacher or call my parents—she
couldn't help me at all. Of course, I didn't have any better solutions either. The only thing I could think of was to avoid her: "Mom,
there are so . Why don't you help me transfer schools?"

My mother frowned, looked at me, and sighed, "Sigh, Mingde Middle School is the best public school in the district.
You worked so hard to get in; it's a real pity to give it up. Besides, it's the crucial period right now. Changing schools would mean I'd have
to adapt, and it would interfere with my studies too much."

"Mom, with Wang Qiang messing with me like this, I can't study at all!"

"Sigh, alright, you're right," my mom sighed again, thought for a moment, and said, "Then I'll go check out
Jinhua ."

I was overjoyed. Jinhua was one of the top private schools in the city, with a much higher rate of students getting into top universities than Mingde
. Even if you had money or connections, students with poor grades couldn't get in, so the school had an excellent atmosphere. My grades met the requirements,
but getting in would cost a lot of money. Thinking about my family's situation, I went against my conscience and said, "Mom, I heard that the transfer
fee at Jinhua is 50,000 yuan for just one semester. It's too expensive. How about we go to Longbei instead?"

Longbei was much worse than Mingde, and there were many more troublemakers there. But they wouldn't bully the high-achieving students
for no reason . With my grades, I would naturally be among the best,
a student the teachers would protect, and I wouldn't usually be bullied. I thought if I kept a low profile, I wouldn't be so unlucky as to run into
another 'Wang Qiang'.

“That school in Longbei is no good. Our son should study the best; we can’t lower ourselves!”

“But the money…”

“Liangliang, don’t worry about these things. Mom will take care of everything. I’d sell everything I own to help.
Just on your studies.”

My mom’s resolute demeanor was so captivating; she seemed to radiate light. I was so moved that I
choked out, “Mom, thank you!”

My mom gently wiped away my tears, her watery eyes fixed on me with doting affection. “Silly child,
go study. Mom will cook noodles for you tonight.”

“Mmm.”

My mom was completely unaware that she had said something ambiguous. Instead, I, the unfilial son, had all sorts of fantasies running through my mind . My
gaze swept over my mom’s 'lower half,’ and I swallowed hard. Even my 'little brother' got a slight erection as a sign of respect.

Afraid of embarrassing myself, I ran to my room as if fleeing, sat down at my desk, and started flipping through my textbooks, but I had no interest in studying.

The matter seemed resolved, but I ultimately slunk away.
How could I, who always prided myself on being a man, bear this? I cursed Wang Qiang in my heart with rage.

Wang Qiang was a bully, and because of his fighting and misbehavior, he didn't graduate from junior high after two years, going from
being a senior to my classmate. Originally, we had no connection. It all started when my family became wealthy.

As mentioned before, with money coming in, I certainly wouldn't skimp on myself. I started dressing up, wearing
designer brands , and making myself look sharp. I was no longer the invisible person in class. And being a nouveau riche,
I was naturally no longer stingy with money and generous to my classmates, which naturally made me many more "good friends." Plus, my grades were consistently
good , and my charm skyrocketed. I wouldn't call myself the school heartthrob, but I thought I could compete for the class heartthrob title. Naturally, many
girls in the class started talking to me, and I enjoyed this unprecedented experience of being the male lead.

Afterwards, in order to boost the rate of students getting into top universities, the homeroom teacher had a sudden idea: except for those "bottom-of-the-class" students who were truly hopeless,
the other students were reassigned to seats according to their grades, with one student helping the other one by one, so that they could learn from each other and make progress together
.

My new deskmate is a girl named Su Rou. Her grades are below average, and she often comes to
me with questions she doesn't understand during breaks. In turn, explaining problems to her helps me solidify my own knowledge—a win-win situation.

However, after a while, Su Rou developed a crush on me, saying I was not only handsome and rich but also academically gifted.
I was a little smug, but I didn't agree to date her because I didn't even consider her. Although Su Rou is pretty and youthful,
a real beauty, my mother is stunning and has seen countless beauties. I've already set a goal for myself: my future
girlfriend, even if not as good as my mother, can't be too far off. And in my eyes, Su Rou falls far short.

Somehow, the story got out, but the version changed: I was pursuing Su Rou, and she refused.

I'm not stupid; I immediately realized Su Rou herself had spread the rumor, perhaps afraid I would tell her first and embarrass her.

What a scheming woman!

Although this incident damaged my "reputation," I didn't hold it against him; I just secretly
crossed Su Rou off my "friends list."

Just when I thought the rumors would die down in a couple of days, Wang Qiang came to me. It turned out he'd recently taken a liking to
Su Rou and had even declared his affections to his friends at school. And I dared to pursue her? Clearly, I didn't
respect !

I wasn't one of his "brothers," how would I know he was pursuing Su Rou? Besides, it wasn't me who pursued her;
Su Rou confessed to me.

I immediately tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen and stormed off. That same day, my backpack
was thrown into the trash can. After school, I searched for ages before finally finding it. When I walked out of the classroom
with dirty backpack, Wang Qiang and his gang laughed at me. I immediately suspected
it was that bastard, but I felt I hadn't done anything wrong. Should I turn around and apologize to him?
And every time I saw Wang Qiang's fierce eyes, I felt a chill run down my spine. I didn't dare talk to him anymore, so I just
held back my tears and went home feeling wronged…

Afterwards, to avoid conflict with Wang Qiang, I kept trying to clarify the truth, trying to tell
him . But Wang Qiang still found new ways to torment me every day, making me a laughingstock at school!

I even thought about fighting Wang Qiang to the death, but
whenever , I always encountered him surrounded by several henchmen. I immediately backed down, afraid of getting beaten
up instead of fighting back.

When I came to my senses, my notebook was filled with the words "Wang Qiang, die!"

Sigh, I'll just have to endure it a little longer. I'll be transferring to Jinhua in a few days. I shouldn't cause trouble…

※※※

I thought that if I could just endure it for a few more days, I could transfer schools, escape this place, and never live in fear again. But
unexpectedly, something happened the very next day that completely ignited the conflict between me and Wang Qiang.

After the third period in the morning, my deskmate Su Rou suddenly pulled an envelope out of her drawer. She glanced at it
a few times and then blushed. Her best friend snatched it away and loudly read it
aloud turned out to be an anonymous love letter, and the word "deskmate" appeared repeatedly in it.

"Oh~ it's you, Tan Yu Liang, it must be you!" her friend teased, pointing at me. I quickly waved my hands in denial,
but I was immediately drowned out by a commotion. The other students in the class
had , chanting Su Rou's name and shouting for her to accept him.

Su Rou blushed and shouted, "Tan Yu Liang, you're so despicable! You've been spreading rumors that I was the one who pursued you,
and now you're doing this! I told you, don't even dream about it! I'll never be with you, please stop bothering me!"

I looked at Su Rou, who was twisting the truth, and saw a slight smile playing on her lips.

What a scheming bitch!

Clearly, my actions of clarifying the truth everywhere a few days ago had made Su Rou "lose face," so she orchestrated
this whole thing to confirm that I was the one pursuing her.

Just then, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a malicious gaze outside the window. I shuddered in fright. Wang Qiang was staring at me
menacingly , his fists clenched so tightly the veins on his hands were bulging. I glanced at him and didn't dare look back
, a wave of fear washing over me.

I realized I was in deep trouble.

I absentmindedly spent the fourth period. As soon as the bell rang, I hurriedly grabbed my bag and
rushed out of the classroom.

Just as I reached the stairwell, several people blocked my way. I recognized them as the guys who usually hung
out with Wang Qiang. The leader patted me on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? Brother Wang needs to talk to you. He's waiting for
you in the restroom." Without waiting for me to speak, they pushed me towards the restroom at the end of the school corridor
. I

was so nervous I was sweating profusely. As soon as I entered the restroom, Wang Qiang pulled me in without saying a word,
then slapped me across the face. Before I could even speak, he kicked me in the stomach. I didn't dare to fight back;
my face was burning with pain. All my anger towards him turned into weakness. I wanted to explain something,
but my mouth was dry and I couldn't utter a word.

"You fucking bastard, you think I'm being nice? You think you're so tough, huh? You think you can get revenge after playing around with me for two days? You deliberately came
here to embarrass me!"

"I didn't, I didn't write that at all!" I said aggrievedly, and with a slap, I got slapped again.
"Still dare to be stubborn, dare to steal my woman!" Wang Qiang said as he kicked me, and then
several of his guys rushed over, and I instantly fell to the ground, my clothes covered in footprints...

When I went back at noon, I didn't dare to go to the store to eat, so I found a tap and quickly washed my clothes.
My back was sore and burning. Then I found a small shop and ate something. In the afternoon, I
went to the classroom with a nervous heart. The classroom was still half full, and I didn't see Wang Qiang wandering around in the corridor. I breathed
a sigh of relief for the time being, but from the strange looks from several classmates, I could tell that
the story had already started to spread in the class.

Back in my seat, Su Rou immediately moved her chair away from me, as if afraid of getting bad luck.
I almost cursed her out—it was all this bitch's fault!—but I opened my mouth and ultimately said nothing.

I kept thinking about what to do. Thankfully, it seemed nothing had happened to Wang Qiang that afternoon.
So, he chatted and laughed with his thugs in the hallway, and didn't bother me.

That evening during self-study, Wang Qiang came to our classroom, making me nervous. But instead of bothering me, he found
the troublemakers sitting at the back of our class and started watching pornographic videos. They didn't have headphones, so
everyone in the class could clearly hear the "uh-huh" and "slap-slap-slap" sounds, occasionally mixed with
Mandarin phrases like "faster" and "harder." Damn, they did it every now and then, calling it sex education for us good
students . We were so annoyed that we all basically got headphones.

When class ended, the entire school building suddenly lost power, and the classrooms erupted in chaos. Some daring students even took the opportunity
to grope girls and run away, causing screams from the girls. I was just about to retaliate against Su Rou like those people had done, when
suddenly , a school uniform was draped over my head, followed by a barrage of punches. I hurriedly
tore off the uniform, only vaguely seeing several people laughing and running away. The humiliation of the past few days had filled me with extreme anger. I
chased after one of them and punched him hard in the back.

With a loud thud, my fist struck the man's back, startling even myself. The man
cried out and turned to fight back. I looked closely and saw it was that bastard Wang Qiang. His gang had also
heard the noise and were all turning back to surround me. I quickly ran back, trying to escape the classroom, but bumped
into someone. It was the homeroom teacher! I felt like I had found a savior and told him that Wang Qiang was going to hit me.

Before the homeroom teacher could even get angry, Wang Qiang and the others scattered like birds. However, they couldn't hide forever.
The next day , Wang Qiang was called to the academic affairs office and received a severe scolding from his homeroom teacher!

Now I've earned the nickname "reporter," but I don't care. Besides, daring to fight back against Wang Qiang
saved me some face, but it obviously angered him even more. He'll definitely retaliate!

At noon, when I went to the restaurant for lunch, I asked my mom when I could transfer schools. My mom looked delighted and said that
the director of the admissions office at Jinhua was very satisfied with me and I had basically passed the test. However, it required a sponsorship fee of 50,000 yuan. My mom asked if it
could be reduced, but the admissions director said that only the principal had the authority to decide. So my mom arranged to meet with the principal in the afternoon
to discuss whether it could be reduced. My mom also promised that even if they couldn't reach an agreement, she would still manage to squeeze out 50,000 yuan for me to transfer schools.

Hearing the good news, I was overjoyed. Also, to avoid Wang Qiang, I suggested I skip school that afternoon and
go with my mom. My mom said no, and told me to focus on my studies. She added that after things were settled in the afternoon, I might need to talk to my homeroom teacher
about transferring schools.

To ensure a successful transfer, I had no choice but to agree and go to school despite my nervousness.

The first class in the afternoon was PE, with Wang Qiang's class. I was terrified they would attack me, so I kept
lurking in front of the teacher.

PE class passed peacefully, but on the way back to the classroom, Wang Qiang suddenly threatened to teach me a lesson after school
that night. He explained that it was Friday, the time for boarding students to go home, and they wouldn't dare to beat me
openly , but if I got caught outside, I was finished.

For the next two periods, I kept thinking of a solution. I didn't want to get beaten up again, but I couldn't come up
with a good idea no matter how long I thought about it…

As school was about to end, I became increasingly nervous, my palms sweating. I regretted my impulsiveness; I was about to go to
Jinhua , why did I fight back? I needlessly provoked this beating!

As soon as the bell rang, I hurriedly tried to rush out of the classroom, but my homeroom teacher called me to
the office . Apparently, my grades had dropped drastically in this phase exam, and he wanted to "talk" to me.

I could only helplessly listen to my homeroom teacher's incessant chatter. By the time I left, it was already dark. I crouched low and crept
stealthily to the school gate. There wasn't a single student outside, let alone Wang Qiang. I felt a sense of relief;
it seemed Wang Qiang and his gang hadn't managed to catch me and had gone home.

As soon as I stepped out of the gate, I saw about a dozen thugs strolling out of the small restaurant across from the school. Wang Qiang
was among them. We looked at each other, and a chill ran down my spine. I quickly ran in the
other

direction, and Wang Qiang, cursing, chased after me with his thugs. I ran mostly through self-built houses, frantically searching like a headless fly. Luckily, I stumbled upon a
house with an unlocked iron gate. I quickly squeezed inside and hid in the stairwell, immediately turning
off .

Not long after, I heard footsteps and an angry voice: "Damn it,
that bastard runs really fast! I just saw him heading this way. Let's keep looking!" I glanced
downstairs and sure enough, it was one of Wang Qiang's henchmen, along with thugs from other classes. I
saw they were even carrying wooden sticks, which terrified me, and I quickly retreated back inside.

I hid until almost 9 o'clock, my stomach was growling loudly, but I still saw occasional students in school uniforms passing by downstairs,
so I didn't dare leave. Although I knew in my heart that they were probably students living nearby, and the chances of it being Wang Qiang and his friends were slim,
I didn't dare to gamble. I waited for almost another hour, until the streets were almost deserted, before I dared to go downstairs. I felt like my stomach
was about burst, and I was completely weak, so I didn't go straight home. Instead, I went to find a small restaurant to eat.

There was a small TV on the wall of the restaurant, playing a funny variety show. Watching those celebrities
laughing and joking, their happy expressions were a stark contrast to my dejection. Just then,
a timer suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the screen: 21:59:00. Damn, it's almost 10 o'clock! I immediately jumped to my
senses Oh no! I forgot to tell my mom. She must be worried because I'm not home!

My family's restaurant usually closes around 9 PM, and my mom is usually home before 10 PM. I quickly turned my phone back on
and saw several missed calls from her. I immediately called her back, lying that I was
out having late-night snacks with classmates and that my phone had run out of battery, and I'd be home in about half an hour. She scolded
me , saying she'd come home and couldn't reach me, and was about to come out to look for me. She said if I was any later,
she'd call the police.

I apologized profusely, which calmed her down, but hearing her seemingly complaining yet caring words
warmed my heart. Eager to get home, I quickly finished my meal and went home.

About half an hour later, I arrived at my apartment complex. It's an old-style complex with
two security guards at each of the four gates to manage vehicle access. I've heard there are also patrol guards, but in all the time I've lived here, I've only seen them a few times.

The old building doesn't have an elevator, but luckily I live on the third floor, so it wasn't difficult to climb. However, the complex is quite crowded...
Most of those who had received their money had moved away, so only a few lights were on in each building. I walked along in the dim light, and
soon I saw my building. My mother's bedroom was lit with a white light, and a graceful silhouette stood on the windowsill,
facing the street, drying her hair with a towel.

It was Mom!

Afraid of disturbing others, I just waved. Mom's choice to dry her hair at the windowsill clearly showed she was worried about me and
had been waiting anxiously. So when I waved, she immediately waved back.

I quickened my pace, and just as my attention was focused on my mother, suddenly, I heard
Wang Qiang's devilish voice: "You stupid idiot, you really know how to hide, making us brothers feed mosquitoes for most of the day."

Wang Qiang and his two henchmen suddenly emerged from the corner behind the stairs on the first floor of my building. I turned and
ran in fright, but I hadn't gone far when two more people appeared behind me. I was surrounded!

"No, no, I'm sorry, Brother Qiang, I really didn't know that person was you, that's why I fought back." I
stammered, apologizing and begging for mercy.

"Damn, if I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'll be letting down all these

mosquito bites on my body!" Wang Qiang rubbed the large, red welts on his face, his expression becoming even more ferocious. With a wave of his hand, his henchmen
swarmed forward, and I was instantly knocked to the ground. I could only instinctively protect my head as they punched and kicked me, making me scream in pain. 　　"Stop! What are you doing!" A clear, sharp voice came from above. Wang Qiang and the others were startled and stopped, turning around to look
. I tried to run away, but they held me down and started beating me again! 　　About a minute later, I heard a woman's voice again: "Stop! Let go of my son!" Immediately afterward, I saw a figure shaped like an upside-down gourd emerge from the stairwell of my building, running very fast. Through the dim light of the stairwell, I could clearly see two round breasts bouncing exaggeratedly. 　　It was my mother! 　　My mother looked extremely disheveled. She was clearly panicked and anxious after seeing me being bullied. She was barefoot and hadn't even put on a coat, only wearing a white cardigan-style nightgown that she only wore in her bedroom. This nightgown had probably only been shown to my father; normally, even when she saw her son, she would wear an outer garment, indicating that it was very inappropriate to be seen in public. 　　How inappropriate? 　　First, it exposed quite a lot of skin. Not only was it short-sleeved and V-neck, but the hem was also very short, ending about twenty centimeters above the knee, almost completely revealing her long, white legs. 　　Second, it was somewhat see-through. The area where the two layers of fabric crossed at the center of the garment was a little less revealing because of the overlapping fabric, but elsewhere, one could vaguely see what was underneath, especially around the bra area. Because of the contrast, it was very obvious that my mother was wearing a black bra and panties. 　　My mother, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pushed away the person who hit me and shielded me in front of her. Because she had run so fast, my mother's voice was a little out of breath. 　　I lay on the ground, my head directly under my mother's skirt. I could see that at the end of her plump thighs was a small black thong, barely covering her pert buttocks; nearly half of her fair, tender flesh was exposed . The bottom edge of the fabric extended forward, protecting her mons pubis where I couldn't see. 　　Even under these circumstances, this unexpected glimpse of such beauty made signs of erection. Afraid of embarrassment, I quickly sat up, unable to look any longer. 　　Meanwhile, when Wang Qiang and his gang saw my parents arrive, they instinctively took a step back. Clearly, they were still students and were somewhat afraid of my mother, an adult. Wang Qiang changed his tune, twisting the truth , and said, "Your son stole my girlfriend at school and hit me first, so we hit him!" 　　"I didn't! You were the ones who hit me..." Hearing Wang Qiang's false accusation, I struggled to my feet . My mother quickly came to help me up, then turned around and said, "You're Wang Qiang? How could you bully my son like this? And you're all so young. Early relationships are wrong. Believe me, I'll tell your teacher. Also, aren't you afraid of being punished for hitting my son with so many of you? Besides, do you know what a crime is for gang fighting? If I call the police, you'll all go to juvenile detention!" 　　My mother's voice was stern, probably trying to use her adult status to intimidate the kids. But I, who had witnessed everything, inwardly cried out, "Oh no! Oh no!" 　　What do you think happened? It turned out my mom's old habit had resurfaced; her eyes darted around, never looking directly at the "culprit." Even I could tell that despite her tough talk, she was actually insecure and nervous. 　　Not to mention Wang Qiang and his gang. His henchmen were alright; even though my mom seemed weak, they didn't dare to act arrogantly. But Wang Qiang, who initially looked guilty and discouraged, became bolder when he saw my mom wouldn't even look at him. His eyes darted furtively over my mom's body. As soon as she finished speaking, his face suddenly turned fierce: "Go ahead and call the police! It's just a fight, what's the big deal? I'll only go to juvenile detention for a couple of months. After I get out, I'll be waiting outside your son's school every day. Or, I'll add some more money for you—two more months in jail. What do you think about that, molesting a woman?" As he spoke, he boldly reached for my mom's chest. 　　My mom clearly hadn't expected the boy to be so bold; before she knew it, he had her full breasts completely exposed . 　　"You!" She hurriedly slapped Wang Qiang's hand away, her face flushing instantly with disbelief. 　　Seeing my mother being humiliated, I ignored my injuries and lunged at Wang Qiang. "No!" my mother cried out from behind. My ferocious appearance clearly frightened Wang Qiang. He took a step back, then angrily ordered his henchmen to beat me up: "Damn it, beat this idiot to death! I'll take responsibility!" 　　Seeing that Wang Qiang was not only unafraid but also dared to grab a woman's breasts, his henchmen's morale soared. I was instantly knocked to the ground again. My mother hurriedly tried to pull the men away, but this time it was different. Before, when they saw a parent intervening, they were timid and hesitant, and my mother could easily get me out of trouble. But now that the leader was fearless, they naturally wouldn't back down. My mother pulled one aside while another rushed forward to block the one who had rushed forward before. This strenuous obstruction had no effect whatsoever. On the contrary, one or two of the bolder ones deliberately rubbed against my mother's breasts when she came to pull them away. My mother's neckline was almost ripped open, and the lace of her bra was exposed. 　　My mother had no choice but to turn and run towards Wang Qiang, grabbing his clothes and pleading, "Please, tell them not to hit my son!" 　　"Damn, weren't you going to call the police? You seemed to be in a hurry to leave, so you probably didn't bring your phone. Here!" Wang Qiang pulled out his phone.

Wang Qiang dialed three numbers and arrogantly handed the phone to my mother.

She reached for it, but his face darkened, and he said menacingly, "Have you thought this through? There's a lot of people involved; at most, each of
us will only be in jail for two months. After that, I'll keep an eye on your son and deal with him again!"

My mother held the phone, caught in a dilemma—whether to call or not. Because I was still being beaten, her
hesitation lasted only a few seconds before she handed the phone back to Wang Qiang, saying in a compromise, "I won't call the police. What do you want in return for
my son's release?"

Wang Qiang stared at my mother for a few seconds, then shouted "Stop!" to stop the violence. I hissed in pain,
feeling pain all over my body, but my attention wasn't on that; I was focused on my mother.

I saw Wang Qiang lean close to my mother, tilting his head back and whispering something in her ear. Unfortunately, I was a bit far away,
and he was deliberately speaking softly, so I couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Damn, your mom has big breasts and a perky ass, and she's wearing that sultry black dress. Is she itching for a man to fuck her?"

"Your mom's lucky. We have so many tender dicks. She'll be so happy she won't want to leave."

Everyone laughed. Hearing them insult my mom, I instinctively retorted, "Damn, your mom's the slut.
Go back your mom." I thought I'd get another beating, but instead, I saw that they all
had tents in their pants, staring intently at my mom's back, completely ignoring me.

Of course, beating me was no match for my mom's beauty. Even in the dim light,
the outline , even the black strap on her upper body and the black triangle on her lower body were faintly visible. No wonder
they were staring.

Meanwhile, Wang Qiang's actions and expressions kept changing. One moment he was grinning lewdly, the next he looked terrified,
then he pointed at me menacingly, then pointed gleefully at my building's stairwell.

My mother shook her head, then turned to look at me with a troubled expression; clearly, what he was saying wasn't
good news.

They talked for over a minute before my mother finally nodded with difficulty, clearly giving in.

Seeing my mother nod, Wang Qiang grinned lewdly and said, "You guys keep an eye on Liu Liang, I need to discuss something with Auntie.
" Then he grabbed my mother's hand and started to walk into my building's stairwell.

I felt a sense of foreboding and quickly scrambled to my feet, rushing towards my mother like a madman.

"No, no, let me go, Mom, don't go!"

The people around me were startled by my sudden outburst, but they reacted quickly and grabbed me tightly.

My mother turned back to me helplessly and said, "Liangliang, I'm just talking to your classmate about something. It'll be fine,
it'll be resolved soon..." Before she could finish, Wang Qiang forcefully pulled my mother's hand and continued walking deeper inside.

"No, no! Don't believe him!" I continued to resist desperately. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, as if
I had been hit by something. Then everything went black, and my body slowly collapsed. The last thing I
saw Wang Qiang's hand seemingly resting improperly on my mother's buttocks.

I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard my mother anxiously calling my nickname. I gradually
regained some consciousness, feeling a burning pain in my lower body. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw my mother's exhausted
face . She was lying in front of me, her face covered in sweat, her eyes red as if she had been crying, and her long
hair was disheveled on both sides of her face. The V-neck of her nightgown was wide open because of her prone position, revealing her large, plump breasts, like
papayas , with fair skin, but some yellowish stains on them that marred their appearance!

Wait, yellowish stains? What are those? And I don't think I saw my mother's underwear!

Before I could even see clearly, my mom said, "It's good you're awake, child, it's alright," as she helped me up.
Then she reached out and parted my hair to check the wound on my head, asking with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

My mom is half a head taller than me, and she was wearing short sleeves. This gesture exposed her armpits to my view.
My mom is vain, and her armpits were clearly shaved, smooth except for a few short, newly grown hairs
, making me want to lick them!

"Slap!" I mentally slapped myself. Even in this situation, I was still thinking nonsense. I quickly looked
away from her armpits. Nothing! There was no bra strap on the side, and her breast muscles were clearly visible. I turned to
the front , and painfully discovered that the dark patch on my mom's chest was gone. Her wet robe clung tightly to her two large
breasts, clearly showing their large, round outlines, and the two nipples, of course, were slightly
protruding .

Could it be Mom…?

My eyes stung, and tears streamed down my face.

“Hey, Liangliang, what’s wrong? Does it hurt a lot?” Mom asked anxiously. I shook my head. She said,
“Don’t cry. Let’s go home first.” With that, she helped me slowly walk towards home.

Had Mom really been bullied by Wang Qiang? It couldn’t be.

After walking for a while, in the dim light, with my last hope, I turned my head to look at Mom’s buttocks.
Nothing ! The black triangle on Mom’s buttocks was gone! Not only that, I also saw
that the fabric around Mom’s buttocks was covered in dirt. Looking further down, I saw that her inner thighs, like her breasts, were covered in a white, slightly yellowish
substance.

This time, it wasn’t just a fleeting glimpse; I immediately understood—it was something all men have—semen!

Mom had been violated by my most hated enemy!

I finally couldn’t bear it anymore; my head throbbed, and I fainted again…

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