The English teacher who was arrested during a home visit

The first two periods in the morning were Zhang Meng's English class. Seeing her son, Chen Yang, already sitting in the classroom, Zhang Meng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
It seemed that her aunt Chen Jia's comfort last night had worked.
Zhang Meng's appearance, as usual, was met with the affection of the entire class. The normally lively and noisy classroom became completely silent after Zhang Meng entered. Only teachers who commanded high respect and trust from their students could command such a level of authority.
Zhang Meng scanned the class and noticed an empty seat. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was Hu Qiangyong. Zhang Meng had been teaching this class for almost three years, and aside from the beginning or students who had asked for leave, no one had ever been absent from her class without a valid reason. This was the first time this year.
"Liu Mengting, did Hu Qiangyong ask for leave?" Zhang Meng asked a female student in the class.
Liu Mengting was the class's English representative and one of Zhang Meng's most admired students. Not only was she academically excellent, but she was also helpful, making her the class representative that the students liked to be around the most.
"No," Liu Mengting shook her head.
"Never mind, let's leave it for now and get to class," Zhang Meng said, flipping through her textbook on the podium.
Just as she turned to write a few English words on the blackboard, the classroom door was suddenly flung open with a 'bang.'
The person who entered was none other than the absent Hu Qiangyong.
"Report..." Hu Qiangyong shouted arrogantly.
Zhang Meng put down her textbook, saying with considerable displeasure, "Why are you only arriving now? Don't you know what time class starts
?" "I had something to do," Hu Qiangyong replied, still maintaining his arrogant attitude.
This attitude greatly displeased Zhang Meng. She knew perfectly well that Hu Qiangyong was doing this on purpose. The reason was that Xia Li had given him a major demerit yesterday, deducting ten credits, while Chen Yang, who had also been involved in a fight, had only received a verbal warning and hadn't lost any credits.
"If you had something to do, then why did you even come?" Zhang Meng said angrily.
"I paid my tuition, why wouldn't I come?"
"What kind of attitude is this? Is this the attitude a student should have?" Zhang Meng asked him, suppressing her anger.
"What kind of attitude is this, teacher? Did I hit you, scold you, or bully you?"
"Get out!" Zhang Meng shouted angrily, pointing at Hu Qiangyong at the door.
"Hmph." Hu Qiangyong snorted coldly, turned and left without a word.
The atmosphere in the classroom was incredibly tense.
Looking at her son, Chen Yang, she saw a look of fear and worry on his face.
Zhang Meng recalled the question she had pondered the previous night: would being a teacher really cause her son a lot of trouble?
Just now, Chen Yang was indeed very worried that his mother was being bullied by Hu Qiangyong. Moreover, all the students in the class knew he was Zhang Meng's son, and during Hu Qiangyong and Zhang Meng's argument, everyone's eyes were on Chen Yang, making him very embarrassed.
Her good mood was ruined by Hu Qiangyong's outburst, and Zhang Meng lost all interest in teaching a new lesson. She simply led the class in reviewing the material from the previous two days.
Although Hu Qiangyong's attitude had angered her greatly, Zhang Meng, as a teacher, was still worried that he might overreact. So, as soon as the bell rang, she immediately found the class monitor and her subject representative, Liu Mengting, and asked them to look for Hu Qiangyong, hoping he could return for the second period. Zhang Meng
tried to talk to her son, Chen Yang, hoping he could understand her as his mother, but Chen Yang still wouldn't pay much attention to her. A little frustrated, Zhang Meng calmed down and began to pin her hopes on Hu Qiangyong, hoping to find a good opportunity to talk to him and prevent this student who harbored ill intentions towards her from embarrassing her son, Chen Yang. The
bell rang again, and the class monitor, Zhang Fan, and the English subject representative, Liu Mengting, brought back news that they hadn't found Hu Qiangyong. Zhang Meng shook her head, deciding to ignore him for the time being; she couldn't let one person affect the whole class's learning, so she continued her lesson.
After teaching two full periods today, Zhang Meng noticed that her son, Chen Yang, was in a very poor state. He seemed to have barely listened to her lessons. She deliberately called on him to answer one of his best questions, but Chen Yang shook his head and said he didn't know.
This worried Zhang Meng again, fearing it might traumatize him. She decided she would have a serious talk with him that evening.
Having finished her teaching duties for the day, and with nothing else to do, Zhang Meng went to the classroom during the third period and looked out the window. She found that Hu Qiangyong still hadn't returned to class. Zhang Meng began to realize the seriousness of the situation. The school had a clear rule: any student who missed more than three periods without a valid reason had to meet with their parents; those who missed more than one day were sent home immediately.
Despite being a private middle school, its strict rules and regulations had produced many top students.
If the school found out, they would definitely call Hu Qiangyong's parents for a meeting. Zhang Meng didn't want to escalate the situation, so she secretly found Hu Qiangyong's home phone number at school and called it.
"Who is this?" A weathered male voice answered the phone.
"Is this Hu Qiangyong's home? I'm his English teacher, my surname is Zhang," Zhang Meng said gently.
"Oh, Teacher Zhang, yes, I'm Hu Qiangyong's father, Hu Changqing. What brings you here today?"
"I just wanted to ask if Hu Qiangyong is home," Zhang Meng asked.
"No, he's not home today. It's not a holiday, how could he be home?"
"Oh, I see..."
"What's wrong, Teacher Zhang? Is Xiaoyong not at school?" Hu Changqing asked urgently.
"Oh... he was late for class today... then we argued, and then I haven't seen him since," Zhang Meng said truthfully.
"What? That brat dares to talk back to his teacher! When he gets back, I'll definitely teach him a lesson! Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, that brat won't get away!" Hu Changqing said angrily.
"Um... Mr. Hu, are you... are you free now? I'd like to talk to you about your husband, Hu Qiangyong, and also learn more about him, is that alright?"
"I'm home right now. How about you come to my house? Do you know our address?"
"I know, it's in the school records. I'll come over for a home visit later, okay?"
"Okay, see you later."
"See you later."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Meng let out a long sigh of relief. She had two reasons for going to Hu Qiangyong's house for this home visit: first, Hu Qiangyong's attitude had been very abnormal lately, and if it wasn't corrected now, it would definitely cause trouble in the future; second, it was still about the nude portrait of herself from yesterday. This wasn't just a matter of thought, but also a matter of character.
After finding Hu Qiangyong's address, Zhang Meng finished organizing the students' homework and test papers at school, picked up her bag, and walked out of the school.
Zhang Meng learned about Hu Qiangyong's family situation from his personal profile. Hu Qiangyong's family was a single-parent household; his parents divorced when he was very young. His mother remarried and moved to the north, while his father, Hu Changqing, raised Hu Qiangyong alone and never remarried. Their family's financial situation wasn't good to begin with, but two years ago, a large-scale demolition project in the western suburbs of the city resulted in them receiving an apartment and several hundred thousand yuan in compensation in a residential area in the western part of the city. Their situation has only recently improved.
Zhang Meng hailed a taxi and headed straight to Hu Qiangyong's apartment complex in the western part of the city.
This was a newly built complex, so the sanitation and environment were quite good. Hu Qiangyong lived in apartment 503 of building 3, so finding his apartment was relatively easy.
Zhang Meng rang Hu Qiangyong's doorbell. A moment later, the door opened to a tall, robust middle-aged man with a full beard. Judging from Hu Qiangyong's height, it was clear he had inherited his father's tall stature.
"Teacher Zhang, please come in," Hu Changqing politely invited.
Zhang Meng returned the greeting with a polite smile.
Hu Qiangyong's house was a three-bedroom apartment; the decor was only average, but it was clean enough. It was worlds apart from Zhang Meng's home. Zhang Meng took off her high heels to change.
Seeing this, Hu Changqing quickly stopped her, saying, "No need, no need to change shoes. It's just Xiaoyong and me living here; there's no need for formalities." Seeing
there were no slippers by the door, Zhang Meng didn't want to refuse, so she didn't change.
Zhang Meng's attire today was quite formal, as she had just graduated from school, and the school didn't allow teachers to dress too formally.
This was Zhang Meng's first meeting with Hu Qiangyong's father. Her first impression was that he was tall and dignified, the complete opposite of Hu Qiangyong's stubborn and somewhat roguish demeanor. Zhang Meng admired men like Hu Changqing.
Hu Changqing poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhang Meng, saying, "Our house is a bit messy, please excuse the mess, Ms. Zhang."
Zhang Meng took the glass and smiled at him, "Not at all, Mr. Hu, you're too kind. Your house is much cleaner than mine."
Zhang Meng said this purely out of politeness.
Zhang Meng sat on the sofa in their living room, and Hu Changqing unceremoniously sat down next to her. The two sat side by side, and considering that it was just her and Hu Qiangyong's father in the house, sitting so close together, Zhang Meng felt a little awkward and shifted slightly to the side uncomfortably.
After exchanging pleasantries, neither of them spoke another word, making the atmosphere in the room even more awkward.
Zhang Meng put down her water glass, cleared her throat, and broke the awkward silence by saying, "Mr. Hu, I wanted to ask if Hu Qiangyong has been behaving strangely at home lately?"
"Strange behavior?" Hu Changqing thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."
"Oh," Zhang Meng responded, because she really didn't know how to bring up the nude portrait.
"Why would Teacher Zhang ask if Xiaoyong did something wrong at school?" Hu Changqing continued.
"No..." Zhang Meng answered quickly, instinctively.
"Oh, right, yesterday when he came home, I noticed some bruises on his face. I asked him if he had been in a fight, and he said no, but judging from his expression, it was obvious he had been in a fight. Does Teacher Zhang know about this?"
"Yes..." Zhang Meng nodded.
"He really got into a fight at school?" Hu Changqing asked again, sounding somewhat agitated. "Was it someone else who hit him?"
Although Hu Changqing appeared strong on the outside, he was a very vulnerable man inside. He had raised Hu Qiangyong single-handedly, and of course, he loved his son dearly. Hearing Zhang Meng's affirmative answer, his first thought was that someone else had hit his son.
"It was a fight between the two of them, and they were both injured about the same." Clearly, Hu Changqing was completely unaware of the fight between Hu Qiangyong and his son Chen Yang yesterday. Hu Qiangyong hadn't told him, and Zhang Meng hadn't mentioned that the person Hu Qiangyong fought with was his son, Chen Yang.
"Did something happen? Hasn't the school dealt with this?" Hu Changqing asked.
"It's already been dealt with."
"That's good. This brat hasn't learned anything good, but he's started fighting. He'll be in for it when he gets back." Hu Changqing said confidently.
"Don't blame Hu Qiangyong too much. Actually, the fight wasn't entirely his fault; both of them were at fault." Zhang Meng quickly told him.
"Yes, that's what I think too." Hu Changqing nodded without hesitation.
"So what exactly was the reason they fought?" Hu Changqing continued to ask.
"Well... I'm not quite sure either." Zhang Meng still didn't have the courage to bring up the nude portrait incident.
Although Zhang Meng was a wanton woman at heart, she appeared to be a very reserved and shy woman.
Her inner self and her outward appearance were separated by a thin membrane, a membrane called 'teasing.' Once that membrane was broken, her seductive charm could leave you wanting more.
"Didn't you say you came for a home visit to talk to me about Xiao Yong? Teacher Zhang, you didn't come today just for the fight, did you?" Hu Changqing asked.
"Oh..." Zhang Meng hesitated for a long time before deciding to approach the topic from another angle: "Because people like Hu Qiangyong are at a very important turning point, adolescence. Sometimes they are very curious about certain new things. I wanted to ask Mr. Hu if he understands this."
"What aspect are you referring to, Teacher Zhang?"
"The opposite sex." After saying that, Zhang Meng felt her face turn slightly red.
"Teacher Zhang means that Xiao Yong is having a relationship at school?" Hu Changqing asked, looking at Zhang Meng's skillful and beautiful face.
"..." Zhang Meng didn't speak.
“Actually, Teacher Zhang doesn’t need to worry about this. I don’t object to Xiaoyong’s early romance, as long as it doesn’t interfere with his studies,” Hu Changqing said with a smile.
Hu Changqing’s words surprised Zhang Meng. She hadn’t intended to bring up the topic of early romance, but Hu Changqing had clearly stated his opinion, showing that his family was different from other conservative families.
If he knew that Hu Qiangyong had drawn a nude portrait of her, he probably wouldn’t react too strongly.
Thinking of this, Zhang Meng became even more embarrassed to speak.
“Since Mr. Hu doesn’t object, we teachers respect your opinion as parents. I have no other questions. Let’s end the home visit here for now, okay?” Zhang Meng had decided not to mention the nude portrait incident to Hu Changqing and didn’t know what else to talk about, so she had no choice but to leave.
“Ah, Teacher Zhang, you’re leaving so soon? Have lunch here.” Hu Changqing said politely as she left.
“Hehe, thank you, but no need. I have some things to do at school later,” Zhang Meng declined.
“There’s no need to rush off, sit a little longer.” Seeing Zhang Meng about to leave, Hu Changqing quickly stood up to persuade her to stay.
“I really have something to do, can I come back another time?” Zhang Meng still decided to leave.
“Why not take advantage of the day? Didn’t you say you wanted to know more about our Xiao Yong? How about this, I’ll take you to his room for a visit. This kid likes to lock all his secrets in his room, maybe we can find something Teacher Zhang wants to know.” Hu Changqing suddenly said to her.
Hu Changqing’s insistence made Zhang Meng feel very embarrassed. Seeing that she couldn’t resist Hu Changqing, Zhang Meng had no choice but to agree to visit Hu Qiangyong’s room.
Hu Changqing suddenly grabbed Zhang Meng’s hand and walked towards the room on the other side of the living room.
Being grabbed by a strange man’s hand wasn’t the first or second time, but Zhang Meng still couldn’t help but struggle. However, Hu Changqing’s hand was large and his grip on Zhang Meng’s hand was very tight, and Zhang Meng’s struggles were of no use.
Hu Changqing pushed open the door, and what Zhang Meng saw was something she never dreamed of: the walls were covered with photos of Zhang Meng, in various poses during class, eating in the cafeteria, and even just before entering the restroom. These were her daily routines, and now they were plastered on the walls.
What horrified her even more was that every photo shared a common mark: a small hole had been cut out between Zhang Meng's legs, and chalk writing on the wall read: "Teacher Zhang, I love you, I really want to have sex with you."
Zhang Meng felt like she couldn't breathe. This was Hu Qiangyong's room, and it was also the sound of his true inner voice. She realized she was the object of Hu Qiangyong's fantasies. Although she knew this from the nude portrait incident, she hadn't expected him to be so fanatical.
"Teacher Zhang, I want to sleep with you... I want to sleep with you... I want to sleep with you..." These four words kept swirling in Zhang Meng's mind, refusing to leave.
For some reason, Zhang Meng felt a strange excitement. The words "I want to sleep with you" felt like a large, thick penis pressing against her vagina—stimulation, an orgasm.
Zhang Meng felt an emptiness and intense itching between her legs, her vulva was wet, and her vaginal fluids were flowing profusely onto her underwear.
"Teacher Zhang, what's wrong?" Hu Changqing asked with a sly smile, while his hand stealthily reached towards Zhang Meng's thigh.
"Ah..." Zhang Meng cried out in surprise, hurriedly pushing Hu Changqing away: "What are you doing?"
"Teacher Zhang, I've already touched your wetness, I know you're already excited, you can't fool me like that." Hu Changqing stretched out a finger, which was actually wet, the finger that had just been inserted into Zhang Meng's genitals, the vaginal fluid overflowing through her pantyhose and underwear.
"You pervert..." Zhang Meng grabbed her handbag and ran towards the door in a panic.
Hu Changqing was not about to let the duck that was about to be eaten fly away so easily, he caught up with Zhang Meng, grabbed her, and lifted her into his arms in a single, powerful embrace, then said: "Let me serve you properly, Teacher Zhang."
"No... let me go..." At this moment, Zhang Meng was suddenly lifted into Hu Changqing's arms, both ashamed and angry, instinctively screaming.
Hu Changqing suddenly threw Zhang Meng onto the sofa, quickly took off his coat, and pounced on Zhang Meng like a hungry wolf.
Zhang Meng was pinned down by Hu Changqing's tall frame, her head able to sway from side to side, her body completely immobile. She felt a mix of shame and nervousness, yet also a strange sense of excitement.
"What a beautiful teacher," Hu Changqing said, pinching Zhang Meng's delicate, pretty face and then pressing his lips to hers. (
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