The Tenderness of a Beautiful Mother 1-40

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Chapter 1: Being Disciplined

My name is Cheng Haoyu, and I am sixteen years old. My parents divorced when I was ten. The court
awarded custody to my mother because she was much better off financially than my father. She runs her own company and is
the CEO—a strong, independent woman.

I was never an obedient child; I was active, mischievous, and liked to bully girls,
often getting my parents called in by the teachers. Their divorce was a huge blow to me, and as I grew older, I
became increasingly rebellious, ignoring my mother's words. She wanted me to study hard, but
I did the opposite, neglecting my studies at school. Gradually, conflicts arose between us.

With a "bang," I felt as if my fist had cracked.

"Thump..."

Then, the person in front of me collapsed to the ground like a limp sandbag released from its pouch, losing all
support .

The once bustling space suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"Ah... Cheng Haoyu hit someone again! Quick, go get the teacher!"

"What happened? What happened?!"

"Quick, quick, find the teacher!"

"Someone's dead..."

"Blood!!!!!!!!!"

The frantic footsteps mingled with the strange screams and exclamations of the students, accompanied by the gradually fading
consciousness of the person lying on the ground.

The person on the ground was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a bloody hole in their nose. The flowing blood was fiercely
threatening their life; the once pristine white shirt was instantly stained a large patch of blood, so glaringly obvious.

"Get him to the infirmary! What are you standing there for?"

I could hear my homeroom teacher's gruff voice shouting from afar, "What happened? Who did this? All they do
is cause trouble!"

The voice grew closer and closer, and my heart started pounding. I
knew I was in deep trouble this time, and I wouldn't escape as easily as before, especially since this time I'd made him bleed.

Actually, I hadn't used much force; it just happened to hit his nose, which caused so much blood. I
was still lost in my own thoughts.

Unaware of the danger approaching me step by step, I felt someone hit my head hard from behind several times. The
hits were so powerful they made my vision blur. Even without turning around, I knew who it was.

A deadly series of hits—my homeroom teacher's signature move.

"Quick, get Li Wei to the infirmary!"

Li Wei was then carried to the infirmary by several people.

"Cheng Haoyu, can't you give me a break? You're my nemesis!"

The homeroom teacher stood beside me, fuming. If looks could kill, I'd
be dead from his gaze countless times.

"I've never seen such a difficult student. Go, call your parents."

"Teacher Li, can you come up with something different? It's always the same old routine of calling parents. Isn't that so unoriginal?"

Seeing my nonchalant, indifferent attitude, the teacher was furious.
If he weren't a teacher and had to set a good example, he probably would have unleashed a torrent of abuse.

"Go, go and call your parents right now."

Actually, I was terrified the teacher would call my parents, so I pretended to be nonchalant.
My mom knew I'd gotten into trouble again, and she'd give me a long lecture—I was sick of hearing it.

But it seemed I couldn't escape it now, since I'd actually beaten someone until they bled and fainted.

"Hey, son, what's wrong?" I heard my mother's soothing voice, and it melted my heart.
I forgot what I was going to

say. "Hey, son, can't you hear me?"

My mother is usually very gentle with me, and this peaceful moment,
filled on the premise that I hadn't caused any trouble.

"Hey, Mom, I...I..."

I stammered, unable to utter a single word.

"What's wrong? What happened? Tell me quickly, don't worry Mom."

"Mom, I hit a classmate, and the homeroom teacher wants you to come over right now."

I mustered my courage and blurted it all out. I savored this moment of peace, because the storm was about
to break. Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, a furious roar erupted from my mother's end.

"Cheng Haoyu, can't you give me a few days of peace? Your school calls my parents in every other day;
now all the teachers know me. You've completely disgraced me."

The phone slammed down with a "click. "

My heart was pounding; I didn't know how my mother would punish me when she got home. Sigh, it looked like I
was in for a beating.

About half an hour later, I heard the clear, loud tapping of
high heels . As the sound grew closer, my heart
raced faster. That sound was so familiar—it was my mother.

The door opened, and a beautiful woman in a black business suit walked into the office. A delicate, fair
face appeared before us, long, black hair cascading down her back, captivating eyes blinking
, willow-leaf eyebrows, a straight nose, fiery red lips, and a deep, sharp gaze—she possessed the allure of a
mature woman.

She carried a new Chanel handbag, and wore a fitted business suit with a slightly low neckline, revealing
a white blouse underneath. The blouse accentuated her slender waist, and her ample bosom stretched the fabric so much that the
buttons were almost undone, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

She wore a tight-fitting pencil skirt with nude stockings and black pointed-toe
heels , showcasing her long legs and shapely hips perfectly. Her perfect figure was on full display.
This outfit exuded a powerful aura; at that moment, my mother radiated a professional competence, not at all like someone who had given birth to a son
as .

"That's my mother… Li Zixin."

My mother is thirty-five years old this year. She's very beautiful and had many suitors when she was young. I don't know what she saw in my father
back then , but he pursued her and they got married. Their marriage lasted for more than ten years
before ending in divorce.

My mother is very career-oriented and often goes out socializing until late at night, coming home drunk.
My father used to be the one who took care of me the most, but after their divorce, I've lived with my mother ever since. Now I'm about to take the college entrance exam
, and my mother is particularly focused on my studies. My grades are below average, so my mother started
hiring tutors for me, but the results haven't been very noticeable and haven't achieved the effect she wanted.

At this moment, my mother, expressionless, walked directly to me and slapped me several times on the head.
Seeing mother's aggressive approach, I was so scared that I quickly raised my hands to avoid her slaps.

When the homeroom teacher saw my mother come in and start hitting me without any explanation, she quickly stepped between us to stop her
.

"Cheng Haoyu's mom, don't be angry. The most important thing now is to check on the injured student's condition and
see how to treat it."

Luckily, the homeroom teacher saved me from this predicament, otherwise my mom would have beaten me to death today.

"Teacher Li, I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Where is that student now? Let's go see him quickly."

"Cheng Haoyu's mom, you'd better be prepared. The other student's parents are here too.
They're a bit emotional seeing their child injured. Please be understanding."

"It's okay, it's mainly my child's fault. It's normal for them to be a little emotional. I'm sorry to have troubled you,
teacher ."

Seeing my mom's humble and submissive manner, I felt a pang of sadness. This
was only in front of the teacher; my mom would have an even harder time at the infirmary. Li Wei's mom is not someone to be trifled with
.

As soon as we reached the infirmary, we heard Li Wei's mother wailing, "Weiwei, don't
scare your mother like this! Wake up! Who the hell beat you up like this? How could they hit you so hard?"

Hearing this, my legs felt like lead, and I couldn't move my feet. My heart started pounding. I'd never encountered anything like this in fights
before . I only punched him once, how could it be this serious?

My mother noticed my anxiety. "Now you're scared? Where were you before? A real man
shouldn't be cowardly."

"No, I'm not scared at all!"

I replied insincerely, feeling my voice trembling. Whatever, I'll go in
first .

I steeled myself and followed my mother inside, where I heard a constant stream of curses.

"It's you, you little bastard, who beat my son like this! If anything happens to my son,
I'll never forgive you!"

Li Wei's mother yelled and pulled at me as we entered.

Seeing this, the mother immediately pulled her son's mother away and said gently, "I'm sorry, this was our fault. I won't shirk my responsibility for
the medical expenses. Let your son focus on recovering. Don't worry

about anything else." The homeroom teacher also pulled her away and comforted her, "Li Wei's mother, don't get agitated. Let's sit
down . Don't be so impulsive."

Seeing the homeroom teacher also starting to persuade her, Li Wei's mother gradually calmed down and said, "Pray
that my son is alright. If anything happens, we're not done with this."

So we waited together for the results from the infirmary.

After a while, the doctor came over and said: "There's some damage to the nasal cartilage, but nothing else.

" "Then why hasn't my son woken up yet?" Li Wei's mother asked anxiously. "Don't worry about that. Your
son is a bit afraid of blood, that's why he fainted. Don't worry, he'll wake up soon."

Hearing the doctor's words, a huge weight was lifted from my heart. I thought to myself, I didn't feel like I used
much force, how could he faint? It turns out that Li Wei is afraid of blood.

Shortly after the doctor spoke, Li Wei woke up.

Seeing her son awake, Li Wei's mother's mood improved considerably.

However, she still made me apologize to the person I had wronged. She went out and bought a lot of fruit and
nutritional supplements , and also gave the person a 2,000 yuan red envelope.

Initially, Li Wei's mother refused to accept it, but she insisted, so I finally did.

In the end, regardless of whether Li Wei forgave me or not, I still received a disciplinary action from the school, which was posted on the school bulletin
board.

After finishing, school had already let out. My mother took me to the car, her hand tapping the steering wheel intermittently
, without saying a word. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for me to breathe; I was so scared I didn't dare make a sound.
We were taken home. Back home, my mother's face was icy, expressionless. I could see she
was extremely angry; her chest heaved with each breath. She sat on the sofa waiting for me to apologize. It seemed
she wasn't going to let me off easily today.

"Mom, I was wrong, but it wasn't what you think today. If he hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have
hit him. And you saw it yourself, I only punched him once. He's afraid of blood, that's why he fainted."

I tried to raise my voice to hide my guilty conscience.

"You're not wrong, how could you be wrong? I should have let your dad support you. Sigh,
what can I say to you?"

Mom was a little downcast. She didn't hit me today. I don't know if she thought I was disobedient and always causing
trouble , or if she was really disappointed in me.

I roared angrily, "Why don't you believe what I say? Do you think I'm
just like Dad, a good-for-nothing?"

"You're spoiled by your father. Now you're just like him, without any ambition, never
knowing what you should be doing at your age. At your age, you should be studying hard so
you can get into a good university and have a bright future."

"What's wrong with my father? He's doing fine after the divorce, isn't he? If you really don't want me,
I'll go find him. It's just that we could never meet your expectations. Why do you have to impose your ideas
on us?"

After saying this, I angrily ran to my bedroom, firstly because I felt guilty and afraid that my mother really wouldn't want me.
Secondly, Mom was acting differently today. She seemed very sad, and I was afraid she
would cry in front of me. I did

n't know how to comfort her. Thinking this, I secretly ran out to see what she was doing. Mom was sitting on the sofa, deep in thought,
her face heavy. Then she really cried—not a loud sob, not even a twitch, just silent
tears.

Seeing this, I felt terrible, but I didn't dare go out to comfort her because I didn't know how
. So I secretly went back to my room.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I replayed our relationship in my mind. Since their divorce, Mom
had raised me alone with great difficulty. No matter how others looked at her, no matter what hardships she suffered outside, she
never brought them home. Plus, I was mischievous and always got into trouble for her. Every time she got angry, she would scold me.

In my memory, Mom always had a feeling of disappointment and disdain towards Dad, as if she looked down on
him. Eventually, Dad couldn't take it anymore, and that's how they divorced.

So I always felt that their divorce was all my mother's fault, and therefore I've always harbored a certain aversion
towards her, sometimes even deliberately causing her trouble. But now, hearing her say she doesn't want me anymore, I'm actually really afraid she
'll abandon me.

Thinking about it now, my mother has had a tough time too, working long hours every day and taking care of me. Slowly,
my feelings for her have begun to change.

Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

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