[The Arrival of the Mother] (XI)

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It's been too long since I've posted anything, so I'm posting this old stuff to remind everyone. Please don't criticize if you don't like it . I already said I wouldn't write this one, but
since I've already written it, I might as well post it. There probably won't be any follow-ups.
Original author: kslbh
Continued by: r- jay
First published on sis on 2017-11-10
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Eleven
After squatting under the desk for a while, my legs started to go numb. Being unfamiliar with the environment, I
didn't know where else to hide, or if Eileen would suddenly appear. I was also afraid of making any noise and being discovered
, so I could only helplessly sit on the floor. Luckily, the space under this super luxurious desk was large enough (
more than enough to hide two more people). The floor was covered with a thick carpet, making it comfortable to sit on. Just as I was about to stretch out
, I heard the office door open, followed by steady footsteps that entered
the inner room. Hearing someone come in surprised not only me, but even the soft sobbing in the inner room stopped.
"Sister Lin, are you alright?" A concerned male voice rang out; it was Zhou Xiaowei who had entered. But his question
went unanswered.
"Here, wipe your face." Then he heard the sound of plastic wrap being torn open, presumably Zhou Xiaowei handing over tissues
.
"Everything's arranged at the hotel; all my colleagues are there, waiting for you."
"Okay, I know. Wait a moment, I'll go upstairs and change." Then he heard the sound of high heels
coming from the inner room.
"I'll wait for you here," Zhou Xiaowei said.
He didn't hear a woman's response, but he heard the door open, the sound of heels fading into the distance. Then Zhou Xiaowei also came
out of the inner room and sat on the sofa in the reception area opposite the desk.
Time dragged on, his butt numb from sitting. What was he doing? Damn it, he just wanted to
come and get a key to the house, and now he felt like a thief! What the hell was he doing?! Just as
I was lost in thought, a phone ring broke the silence of the room. I remembered this ringtone (just a few days
ago in Sanya, this ringtone kept ringing around me, it really stuck with me). Yes, it was Zhou Xiaowei
's phone ringtone.
"What's up, Lao San?... Tonight? Tonight won't do, it's the company's annual party tonight.... I really don't know what time it will be
, I'll try my best, but if it's too late, I won't come over. You guys have a good time, I'll invite my buddies out for the New Year to make amends....
I'm waiting for her to change clothes, she seems to have angered the big boss. She
was still crying when I went into her office. The big boss just called and specifically ordered me to take her to their headquarters tonight, I guess
she's going to have a tough time tonight.... Lately, the big boss seems to trust me quite a bit, if I put in a little more effort, maybe I can
get on this big ship soon."
"Hehe, I just slept with her a few nights ago... I'll tell you more when we meet... Haha, look how impatient you are, have
some self-respect, okay? Okay, okay, it's like this, last week I went on a trip to Sanya with her... guess
who else went with her... You can't guess, can you? It's her son, the one I told you about last time. How could you guess that
such a young-looking woman would have a son in his second year of high school? That's what makes her so special. Okay, okay, let's
continue. That night, it was almost midnight when she called me over, not to her room, but to
the hotel we were staying at..." The innkeeper knew her, and she went to the innkeeper's room. I was almost asleep, and I was furious but dared not
say anything. I went to the door, feeling incredibly annoyed, and knocked. The innkeeper answered and let me in. I opened the door,
and guess what I saw? A woman with a dazzlingly white buttocks, sitting on the tatami mat, the innkeeper
kneeling between his legs, was giving him oral sex. Her buttocks swayed with her movements. I stood there, completely stunned, not
knowing what to do; my nose almost bled. It was the innkeeper who spoke first, bringing me back to my senses. He called out to me
: "What are you waiting for? Come in and fuck your boss!" Hearing his words, I was itching to pounce on him,
but I hesitated. After all, she hadn't said a word, and I was still a little hesitant. Just as I was caught in a dilemma,
she finally turned her head and said, "Xiao Wei, come in, come in and fuck me." Her voice was so sweet that it
melted my heart, but my lower body was painfully hard. With her permission, I quickly stepped in, pulling down my pants as I went,
then knelt behind her, held her waist, and thrust all the way in. "
If I'm lying, may I be bitten by a dog when I go out. That night, I guess the big boss wanted to watch a live broadcast.
Not long after I went in, she opened WeChat on her phone and video chatted with the big boss. The big boss seemed to be drinking red wine
and watching porn. She coquettishly told the big boss that it was too late and she could only find two men. Damn, I was so annoyed when I heard that.
I was her follower during the day and her vibrator at night, so I fucked her harder until she moaned.
That night, we fucked for about 3- "About four hours. My legs were so weak after the last time.
I had to hold onto the wall to walk back to my room. When I left, she was still being taken advantage of by the hotel owner."
"Haha, why don't you come over and pretend to bump into her? We're having our annual party at the Sheraton tonight, I'm afraid you don't have the guts
to come, haha... Okay, okay, I'll stop now, she's probably coming down soon, I'll hang up now, okay... If it's not too late tonight,
I'll come over and hang out with the brothers."
Hearing Zhou Xiaowei vividly describing the sex scene to someone on the phone, with his own
mother as the female protagonist, and even mentioning himself in a mocking way, a strange sense of shame deeply stung my nerves . An
unnamed anger made me clench my fists. Just when I was about to lose control of my emotions,
the sound of high heels approached again. At the same time, Zhou Xiaowei, who was nearby, stood up and walked towards the door,
which then opened.
"You can go now. Tell me about tonight's schedule as you walk," Eileen said.
"Okay," Zhou Xiaowei replied meekly.
Then I heard the door lock and the footsteps fade into the distance before I crawled out from under the table. I'd
been crouching there for almost an hour; my legs and buttocks were numb. I finally plopped down in the executive
chair next to the desk. Just then, my gaze was drawn to two photo frames on the desk. In one small photo frame…
One frame held a yellowed photograph of a young woman with center-parted hair, wearing a white dress
(of course, much longer than what we wear now), smiling at the camera. The young woman held a
chubby baby boy in her arms, their faces close together, laughing happily. The other frame contained a
much newer photograph of a fashionable "young woman" with long, chestnut-brown wavy hair
, sunglasses perched on her head, and a yellow t-shirt. Even in ordinary clothes, she exuded sexiness
; the loose neckline of the t-shirt was askew, revealing her fair shoulder, and the hem was rolled up and tied in a knot,
revealing a hint of her abs. She wore low-waisted denim shorts and white
canvas shoes. Next to her stood a bewildered-looking young man. The woman, with one leg crossed, held the young man
's arm, smiling happily at the camera, leaning against him, her arm completely embedded
in her cleavage. If I remember correctly, the photos were taken at a wetland park in K city, about a year and a half
ago. Yes, the young woman in both photos is Eileen, the baby in the old photo is me, and
the boy in the new photo is also me. Eileen actually put a photo of me with her on her desk—something I
never imagined. Is this really the person I know? Or have I never truly known her or
understood her? The plot has unfolded so quickly these past few days, and today it seems like there's a plot twist. I
can't accept it yet.
I picked up the yellowed photograph and carefully examined the clean, warm, and sweet
smile of the young mother in it. My fingers gently traced the fair face in the photo through the glass, and a sudden pang of
pity struck me. As the saying goes, every hateful person has a tragic past.
Was her decision to abandon her husband and children for this life simply a consequence of her vanity, or were there other underlying reasons?
No one ever told me; all I heard were fragments of hearsay from my relatives back home. She never
explained or defended her decision. Subconsciously
, my impression of her was tainted from the start. I always subjectively felt she wasn't like a mother. A mother should be like the one who
has stayed by my father's side for over a decade, taking care of the family, managing everything at home, going to work during the day, and coming home
to cook and wash the dishes after dinner. How has she managed all these years, and how things have developed to this point?
Shouldn't I bear a large part of the responsibility for our inappropriate relationship? My mind is racing
with these jumbled questions, but it seems there are no ready-made answers. I may have to
find the answer myself, but the question is, is it even necessary for me to seek the answer to this problem?
"I just wanted to get a key to the house, why am I suddenly being bombarded with so many complicated questions?
I'm just a high school student on winter break, planning to go home tomorrow for the New Year. Shouldn't I be at home
playing games and eating snacks—that's how a high school student should be on vacation? Why should I care so much?
Let her do whatever she wants; that's how she's been doing it for years. But she's still my mother. Even though she's never fulfilled her
duties as a mother, she still carried me for ten months and gave birth to me. Blood is thicker than water, and I
can't just stand by and do nothing. Besides, don't you think
it's embarrassing that Zhou Xiaowei was sharing his mother's embarrassing stories with others in that mocking tone?" My mind was replaying a debate between angels and devils. It
was already past sunset, and although the daytime lighting was good, the unlit office suddenly became dark.
Using the faint glow of neon lights from who-knows-where outside the window, I examined the two photographs in my hands one last time
. Just for the warm smiles in the old photos, shouldn't I try to understand my inner turmoil?
Putting down the photos and calming myself, I went into the inner room where Eileen and Zheng Ronghe had been arguing. The room
was only about 10 square meters, with bookshelves on both sides, filled with books of all
kinds: fashion magazines, beauty and skincare books, marketing, investment and finance, even architecture and design
books—several thick, heavy books in English. In the center of the room stood
a large massage chair, clearly a luxurious and comfortable high-end product. Next to the right armrest of the massage chair
was a small coffee table with an open food magazine on it. I guessed this was the general manager's lounge;
nothing particularly special. Well, it was time to leave. Only then did I start to worry about the office door.
I quickly walked to the door and turned the handle. The door clicked open, and I breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, it's a
deadbolt lock."
With the Lunar New Year approaching, I figured many companies were already on holiday. I didn't encounter a single
person as I rode the elevator out. I quickly hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Sheraton. Thankfully, the journey wasn't far. When I arrived at
the Sheraton and followed the signs to the Xunhai Company's annual meeting venue, there were two receptionists standing outside.
I walked in without a care in the world. There were probably over 100 people gathered in the hall, all dressed up,
making my casual clothes stand out. Fortunately, the party was a Western-style cocktail reception, and everyone
was standing, so I didn't stand out too much. With everyone's attention focused on the stage,
a regal woman in a stunning black evening gown was delivering her opening remarks under the spotlight. Her voice was powerful yet
gentle, every smile and gesture exuding intelligence and wisdom; her queenly aura captivated the entire audience.
This once again shattered my impression of her.
It was a stark contrast to the image of a timid woman who had been sobbing just two hours earlier. The saying that women are born actresses is truly apt.
Seeing the men and women gathered below the stage, each holding a wine glass, I also picked up a
glass of juice from the long table laden with food and discreetly blended in, standing as far away from the stage as possible. After Eileen finished outlining
the company's grand vision for the coming year and raised her glass to toast everyone, the men and women in the audience
dispersed into small groups, chatting and laughing. Having only ever seen this kind of Western-style banquet where people drink standing up on television
, being there in person was quite disconcerting. I walked to a corner, picked up the largest glass, and brought it to my lips.
Pretending to sip wine while partially obscuring her face, her eyes remained fixed on Eileen near the stage.
She was chatting and laughing with several men in suits, her demeanor elegant and poised. She handled the occasional toast with ease and grace
. Now, with her back to me, I could better see her regal attire. Her once
cascading long hair was now styled into a bun at the back of her head, adorned with a shimmering silver headdress
. Her evening gown, made of supple black satin, was elegant and luxurious. The V-neck design at the front was just right,
revealing a large expanse of fair skin without being overly revealing. A diamond necklace, sparkling under the lights, complemented the
gown perfectly. The shoulder design was elegant and sophisticated,
with lace fabric extending from the shoulders to the back and waist, creating a sexy and mysterious look. A closer look from the side revealed glimpses of her breasts, undoubtedly tempting
the men around her to take a closer look. The gown featured a long fishtail hem that reached
her ankles, but the right side had a slit that went straight down from just below the waist,
perfectly showcasing her long right leg in high heels.
I noticed that Zhou Xiaowei, standing not far from Eileen, was the most popular, chatting and laughing with every small group. It seemed
his charming and sociable nature was making him very successful in the company. Before I knew it, more than an hour had passed
. My eyes followed the two people's every move, and I had to constantly
shift my position to avoid their gaze. Maybe it's because I've been reading too many detective comics, but suddenly I felt like I was
possessed by Conan, wanting to secretly uncover the truth behind everything.
As the guests drank several rounds of wine, their faces flushed. Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall dimmed, and
people slowly moved to the edges of the hall, leaving space in the center. At this moment, a male voice rang out, and looking up,
Zhou Xiaowei was already standing on the stage, holding a microphone and announcing to the crowd: "Now it's time for dancing
! Let's welcome President Ai and President Lin to dance the first dance of the evening with a warm round of applause!"
Before he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted. Accompanied by the applause, a man and a woman walked hand in hand to the center. The beautiful
woman greeted the guests with a sweet smile, while the man, who was half a head shorter than the woman, had
a smug look on his face, tinged with arrogance. The music started, and the two danced face to face. The woman's tall figure and
elegant, light steps immediately attracted everyone's attention. In contrast, her dance partner looked like a clumsy
walrus struggling to keep up with the rhythm. It's safe to say that without the woman's deliberate cooperation, he would have looked even more ridiculous. However,
the smug smile on the man's face didn't disappear; on the contrary, he seemed even more enjoyable. I noticed that his
hand, which had been on the woman's waist, had moved with the dance steps to her bare, white back, near her lumbar spine.
The height difference between them meant he could now directly see her mysterious cleavage with a sidelong glance.
Seeing him so openly groping her in front of everyone again tickled my nerves, making me seethe with anger.
Perhaps the woman sensed the man's annoying behavior, because her dance steps noticeably quickened. The man could only awkwardly follow
her movements, looking slightly embarrassed. Several women in front of me seemed to have noticed this and covered their mouths, giggling.
When the song ended, although the man was still not satisfied, he was already covered in sweat. He could only awkwardly release the woman
and return to the crowd, picking up his glass and gulping down several mouthfuls of wine, only to choke and cough uncontrollably. I couldn't help but clap my hands in delight.
However, when I tried to look at Eileen again, the crowd had dispersed, and
the music started playing again, making it impossible for me to pinpoint the woman's location. My eyes searched frantically
, but to no avail. Just as I began to panic, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye—
Zhou Xiaowei. He was carrying a woman's handbag, deliberately draped with a
suit jacket he'd taken off as a cover, but from the exposed corner of the bag, I was certain it was the same
bag Eileen had seen in her office that day. Zhou Xiaowei discreetly walked towards the door at the end of the lobby. I quickly followed. As I
entered the doorway, I saw Zhou Xiaowei had already entered the elevator at the end of the corridor. Hearing the elevator close,
I ran over and saw it was going down, so I guessed they were leaving. I immediately ran towards the stairs—this was my
moment to prove my middle school PE skills! In less than three minutes, after navigating through twists and turns, I reached the hotel entrance and saw
Eileen's white BMW turning onto the road. I immediately sprinted after it, reaching the roadside
and hailing a taxi while watching the BMW speed away. Luckily, it wasn't difficult to flag down a taxi at the hotel entrance;
in about ten seconds, I was in the back seat.
"Sir, please follow the white car in front."
"Which one?" the taxi driver asked dismissively, giving me a strange look.
"Hey, young man, it's you again?"
His question prompted me to examine the taxi driver in the dim light. He looked
familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. Seeing Eileen's car getting further and further away, I couldn't worry about that now. I
quickly shouted, "BMW, white BMW, hurry!"
"Okay, sit tight, young man." The driver said, stepping on the gas and chasing after it.

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