My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter 47

"The smell in the ward is strange, what's going on?" Mom didn't directly ask about the water
stains on the floor, but instead probed my reaction indirectly.
"This..." Faced with Mom's question, I really didn't know how to answer. Should I tell Mom
that it was the fluid from Aunt Wen's passionate encounter with me? This time, without Aunt Wen by my side
to help me out, dealing with Mom was far too difficult for my emotional intelligence. I stammered for a long time, "This
is...it's..."
"Ah, yes," suddenly a flash of inspiration struck me. "A nurse came in just now, and I accidentally
knocked over the medicine bottle she was carrying, so..." I couldn't help but admire my quick wit; this not only explained
the smell but also the water stains on the floor.
But it also depended on who it was. Was the principal of the city's No. 1 High School so easily fooled? No one knows a child better than their mother. Even before I
could stammer out a coherent explanation, Mom already knew I was about to lie. But Mom wasn't
in a hurry to expose me. Instead, she continued, "Is it that simple? Then why were you stammering for so long?"
"I was afraid you'd think I was clumsy," I said, head down.
Mom didn't press further, just gave me a deep look. She felt increasingly uneasy. That
woman... she couldn't possibly be with Xiaofeng... The thought of Xiaofeng possibly having that kind of relationship with that woman made her
unconsciously irritable, even more so than when her lesson plans were rejected by the Education Bureau.
Then Mom looked at me with a complicated expression, thinking to herself. Yes, her son was young and vigorous, at
the age where he was curious about sex. That woman was intelligent, generous, gentle, and beautiful; no normal man could resist her, let alone her
energetic son.
Mom suddenly recalled the scene of Aunt Wen's collar drooping, and thought bitterly. Even her breasts... were so
big... an irresistible temptation for her lecherous son. Perhaps given her son Xiaofeng's personality
, he wouldn't take the initiative, but that woman was another story.
She knew best how ample her lecherous son's "assets" were, having experienced it herself. Though incredibly shameful, the feeling of that large penis penetrating her vagina was
still vivid in her mind. That's why she understood that her son's large member
was an invaluable treasure for a mature woman long deprived of pleasure.
According to the mother, the woman's husband was often in the provincial capital, rarely returning home even once a month. As
a woman herself, the mother understood the feeling of being alone at home. Her husband was also frequently away on business trips. Although
she didn't feel anything when her father made love to her, the lack of sex felt like something was missing. Especially
after her relationship with her son changed, that feeling of emptiness grew stronger.
She had researched online and learned that this was a common phenomenon as women reach a certain age, when their libido increases dramatically.
How could a woman who spends even less time at home than her husband not feel lonely and need a man's comfort? A
sense of crisis welled up inside me, as if something precious was about to be stolen.
Afterwards, Mom didn't ask about the water stains again, and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, I always felt things
weren't as simple as I imagined, because several times Mom looked at me strangely, as if she were staring at
me intently, her gaze wary of something.
I couldn't bear her gaze any longer, and when I asked her what was wrong, I was met with
a cold shoulder. She seemed to be sulking, but wouldn't say what was wrong; she just wouldn't speak to me
. It was like a cold war between a young couple in a romantic drama.
And so, the days Mom spent in the hospital were pure torture for me. Although there was only one
day left before Mom was discharged, it felt like half a century to me. I had originally thought that
my mother's illness would strengthen our bond; there was some flirtation, I even helped her change clothes and
witnessed her "voluptuous" body. Although my cowardice prevented me from seeing her vagina,
I was still quite satisfied. Afterwards, I even had a passionate encounter with Aunt Wen at the hospital. But who knew
things would take such a dramatic turn for the worse? Was this the legendary case of "too much of a good thing"?
The next afternoon, the nurse came to remove the last IV drip and announced that after the attending physician's
examination and confirmation, and after signing the discharge consent form, my mother could be discharged. I helped my mother pack her luggage
. I wanted to press on the spot where the IV had been in her hand, but before I could even get there, my mother
glared at me, so I silently went to the side to pack. From yesterday until now, my mother has been giving
me cold, hostile stares; I've gotten used to it.
Although I still couldn't understand what I had done wrong to make my mother so unhappy, I had considered
whether she had discovered what Aunt Wen and I were doing secretly. But I quickly dismissed the idea.
Knowing my mother as I do, if she knew about Aunt Wen and me, she would surely kill me; she wouldn't tolerate me
being well now. I stopped thinking about it. Looking at it from another angle, my mother's attitude towards me before
seemed no different from now. I could just pretend things were the same as before.
Not long after, the ward door opened again. My mother and I thought it was the attending physician coming to examine my mother
, but it was Aunt Wen. Completely different from yesterday, Aunt Wen was still wearing her white coat, but there was something more to it. The 　　relatively conservative white shirt
from yesterday was gone, replaced by a low-cut, U-neck blue mesh top. 　　No, it shouldn't be called a U-neck; it was originally just a round-neck top, but the U-shape was 　　largely due to her large breasts. Below, a European-style pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, making them appear 　　stunningly pert, even the loose white lab coat couldn't conceal them, making her no less alluring than the cleavage she exuded earlier. Her 　　two long, straight legs, clad in black sheer stockings, looked incredibly sexy, paired with silver-white 　　high heels; the sound of the sharp heels scraping against the ground made one's heart race involuntarily. 　　At this moment, all I could say was, Aunt Wen, you're not a nurse in white, you're the epitome of uniform allure! 　　Others wear uniforms to create a visual experience. Aunt Wen, you've turned the uniform into a backdrop, making allure...

Deeply ingrained. A seductive allure tinged with a touch of sanctity, a fusion of sin and redemption, making one feel that one wouldn't indulge in
debauchery. There's a reason I was mesmerized; I think any normal man would be momentarily
lost in thought upon seeing Aunt Wen at this moment.
"Shuxian, Xiaofeng," Aunt Wen greeted as she entered.
"Aunt Wen, it's you?"
"Hehe, what? Not welcoming me?"
I quickly denied, "Of course not, with you, Aunt Wen, helping Mom with her checkup, I'm naturally at ease."
Seeing Aunt Wen's familiar politeness, a hint of displeasure flashed across Mom's face, but she quickly concealed it.
"I already troubled you once yesterday, how could I trouble you again today, taking up your precious time? I
just have a minor case of gastroenteritis; always troubling you, the gynecological authority, if others knew,
they'd think I was some important person. I've only been the principal for a short time, you can't harm me!"
Mom said half-jokingly. But her tone sounded a little strange to me, and I don't know how to describe it.
If I had to compare it to a food, it would be like hot and sour noodles.
I could tell it was my mother's sarcastic joke, so how could Aunt Wen not?
Aunt Wen, however, didn't say anything, just smiled calmly and let it pass. "You're joking. Once you come to my hospital, you're my patient
, regardless of your status. Besides, I performed your surgery, so you should be under my care
. Unfortunately, I had several surgeries scheduled for the past few days, so I had to entrust it to another resident physician. I should be the one feeling bad
about it."
"Furthermore, Shuxian, this isn't just ordinary gastroenteritis. Your gastritis is showing signs of cancer.
This is a serious matter and shouldn't be taken lightly. If it really becomes cancerous, it will be very troublesome. Even after discharge
, you must take your medication as prescribed and avoid overexertion, otherwise it's easy for it to relapse."
"Come on, let me do a simple examination. I think you're tired of being hospitalized for so many days and want to be discharged quickly,
right?"
Hearing Aunt Wen mention her condition, Mom temporarily put aside her displeasure and smiled, "You
know, I'm really sick of the smell of disinfectant every day."
Mom lay down and let Aunt Wen examine her. After a brief check-up, Aunt Wen's
serious demeanor softened, replaced by a smile. "Generally speaking, there's nothing seriously wrong. Just take your medication on time and avoid overexertion.
However, a full recovery will be difficult. The root of your stomach ailment can't be eliminated in a day or two
; it requires gradual recuperation. When you get home, eat more foods that nourish the spleen and stomach, such as hawthorn, yam, and chestnuts.
"
Aunt Wen placed the instruments back in their box, took the discharge consent form, and signed her name.
"Alright, take this to complete the discharge procedures."
"Thank you so much, Dean Wen," Mom's address to Aunt Wen changed from "Wan Ting" yesterday to
"Dean Wen," showing that Mom hadn't let go of her prejudice despite Aunt Wen's personal examination. In Mom's
mind, Aunt Wen's actions only confirmed that there was no ulterior motive behind such unsolicited kindness, further convincing her that Aunt Wen
had designs on her son.
My mother turned to me. "Xiaofeng, could you go to the front desk and help me with the discharge procedures?"
"Okay," I agreed without hesitation, then took the discharge consent form signed by Aunt Wen and
left the ward. Little did I know that a silent battle between women was about to unfold in the ward
.
After I closed the door behind me, my mother turned her gaze to Aunt Wen, who
smiled slightly. "Xiaofeng is such a good boy."
"Then what does Director Wen think of my son?"
my mother asked abruptly. Aunt Wen was taken aback and instinctively replied, "Xiaofeng is a smart and well-behaved boy,
and he's also very filial. His grades are starting to catch up. His personality is also impeccable, and he's tall and handsome—
much better than my son.
" "Really? I didn't know Xiaofeng had so many good qualities," my mother said meaningfully.
Wen Wanting suddenly found herself puzzled by her mother's thoughts, wondering if the shrewd principal of the city's No. 1 Middle School had
discovered something. To become a division-level cadre at such a young age without any connections—Wen Wanting
dared not underestimate the woman before her. Yesterday, she had left a puddle of water on the floor; as a woman herself,
it wasn't difficult to guess what it was. But what did she mean?
Was she testing her?
A subtle atmosphere permeated the ward. Although the two beautiful women chatted and laughed, anyone could
hear the deeper meaning in their words. One was the chairman of the largest chain hospital group in the province, and the other
had climbed to the position of division-level cadre at the age of thirty-five through her own efforts—a very powerful position at that .
Neither of them were easy to deal with, and the reason for their confrontation was actually me, an insignificant junior high school student.
If I knew, I would feel extremely honored.
Faced with her mother's aggressive demeanor, Aunt Wen was not to be outdone. Her past life had been too exhausting
, and she had finally found love. Even if the other party was the mother of her young lover, she wouldn't
back down.
"Shuxian, have you ever really understood Xiaofeng?"
"Of course, Xiaofeng is my son, how could I not understand him?" her mother replied without hesitation.
"I don't think so. Although you are Xiaofeng's mother, have you really truly understood
what Xiaofeng wants most?"
her mother thought to herself. What could that little rascal want? Nothing more than that kind of thing, yet she made it sound so profound
. On the surface, her mother simply said, "Oh, so Dean Wen knows?"
"Of course I know," Wen Wanting said mysteriously. "
I knew that from the time Xiaofeng often came to play with my son."
Aunt Wen stated it casually, but in her mother's eyes, it was a boastful display of power.
Logically speaking, with my mother's experience, she shouldn't make such a mistake. But women are always easily blinded when it comes to emotions
, and that's a very true statement. My mother is no exception.
"Looks like you really know my son," the mother deliberately emphasized the words "my son," as
if asserting her dominance over Aunt Wen, implying that this was her son and she wouldn't allow this old woman to lay a finger on him.
"Why do you always praise Xiao Feng? I think Xiao Pei is pretty good too. He... Xiao Pei is a very polite and
kind-hearted boy. Xiao Feng often mentions him to me." The mother wanted to say something nice about the two Xu chubby boys to
respond to Aunt Wen, but the words wouldn't come out. After all, Xu chubby boys hadn't had a good track record, and
they were terrified of their mother. If they saw her on one side of the street, they would turn around and run away at the other.
They hadn't really interacted; they only had very ordinary impressions of each other. Besides, why should the mother
pay too much attention to one of her son's best friends? This isn't some cuckold's story.
"My son has manners? I think he's only polite to you. Don't I know him
? Sigh... All he does is eat and play. It's all my fault for spoiling him too much. Now he's so fat he's practically dripping with oil. I'm really
worried about how he'll ever get married."
Wen Wanting didn't hold back in belittling her son, as if Xu Pangzi was worthless in her eyes. And rightly
so, in the eyes of a woman in love, her ideal man is the best in the world, even her own son
has to come second. Otherwise, why would there be so many unfaithful
wives who would abandon their families, husbands, and children for their lovers? Ever since she fell in love with that little rascal almost half her age, her heart has been completely devoted to him
. Compared to her own son, who only knows how to eat, drink, and play and is covered in fat, Xiao Feng is so much better.
"Hehe, this is the time when kids are growing. Maybe he'll grow taller and thinner in a year or two," the mother said
. Comparison is the thief of joy. She was naturally happy to hear her son praised like that, even
though she felt a bit resentful towards Aunt Wen because of what happened to her. But since Aunt Wen was praising her son, she couldn't continue to subtly criticize
her. "I'm worried that Xiao Feng is too skinny; he might fall over in the wind."
"Shuxian, you're being too modest. Xiao Feng practices Bajiquan, isn't he? He's very
strong." He's as strong as an ox; he made her feel unwell down there yesterday. As if
thinking of her lover's broad chest and passionate tenderness, Wen Wanting's face flushed slightly.
Luckily, she hid it well; her mother didn't notice, or she would have been incredibly embarrassed.
Strong? "Hmph, I knew you, you thirsty slut, were eyeing my Xiaofeng. You let it slip, didn't you?" Mom
thought bitterly. Then, for some reason, an idea popped into her head. She laughed and said, "What kind of
Bajiquan is that? He just used to practice with an old man in the village back then. Don't take it seriously."
As she spoke, Mom suddenly removed her patient gown in front of Aunt Wen. This startled Wen Wanting
slightly, wondering what her mother was up to. But the next moment, she saw her mother's enormous breasts,
the bra seemingly about to burst open at any moment. Wen Wanting had never intentionally
compared herself to other women in this regard, because she had always been very confident in her breasts. In fact, she had never
met a woman with a larger bust than hers. But seeing her mother's ample bosom, she felt a
sense of inferiority. What was a large bust? It was right before her eyes. She used to be incredibly proud of her breasts, which defied gravity
and never sagged. But her mother's ample breasts hadn't sagged at all, and their shape
was beautiful, not losing their aesthetic appeal despite their size.
Wen Wanting couldn't help but make the instinctive reaction of all small-breasted girls seeing large breasts: she looked down
to compare her own breasts to the difference. If she hadn't met her mother, Wen Wanting probably would never have
imagined she'd have such a reaction. She sighed inwardly… "That's probably over H-cup!"
Actually, Aunt Wen was being too dismissive. Her mother's breasts were large, but not to the point that even Aunt Wen was astonished
. It was just that her mother's breast shape looked a bit shocking; in reality, her mother's bust size
wasn't that different from Aunt Wen's. Otherwise, if they were as large as Aunt Wen imagined, it would be too unscientific. Even
the infamous Newton, who had been cursed by countless high school students for years for his groundbreaking work in physics, would probably
wake up in his coffin in anger and die again.
Seeing Aunt Wen's reaction, Mom turned away smugly—this was the effect she wanted.
How dare she try to steal Xiao Feng without even considering her own limitations?
What Mom didn't expect was that Aunt Wen wasn't discouraged; instead, it fueled her competitive
spirit. Aunt Wen suddenly pulled out her hairpin, letting her wavy hair fall freely. She casually tossed
it back, then proudly thrust her breasts towards Mom. The U-shaped neckline was wide
open, revealing a deep cleavage, and her full breasts stood erect, seemingly taunting Mom
's ample bosom.
Especially when Aunt Wen gently pulled open her white coat, her uniquely perfect breasts
were revealed, equally impressive as Mom's. It was as if she were responding to Mom's earlier words: "You have big breasts, right?
Are yours as exquisite as mine?"
This surprised Mom as well. Like Aunt Wen, this was the first time Mom had seen
breasts so large, comparable to Aunt Wen's, and even more so, the first time she had seen breasts with such a perfect shape.
Even Mom couldn't help but envy the proportions. Although Aunt Wen's breasts were larger than Aunt Wen's,
she had to admit defeat in terms of shape. Although Mom hadn't shown her figure much before,
she was still very proud of her proportions. But Aunt Wen's appearance forced her to admit that she had a rival
... and the sense of crisis intensified...
However, despite her resentment, Mom wasn't a three-year-old anymore, and there was a limit to competitiveness.
Mom didn't go so far as to recklessly take off all her clothes. To be honest, after calming down, Mom
regretted taking off her top in front of strangers and letting them see her breasts. This was
something she had never even considered before, even if the other person was a woman. In her mother's conservative mindset, a wife's body was only
to be appreciated by her husband, yet here she was, openly showing it to another woman. She didn't know what was wrong with her.
In that instant, for some reason, she desperately wanted to outshine the woman in front of her; she couldn't lose no matter what.
When she faced Aunt Wen again, Mom was filled with embarrassment. Knowing her upper body was still exposed, she immediately lost her earlier determination
to compete with Aunt Wen. Silently, she picked up her hospital gown that had fallen to the floor, and also grabbed
the clothes she had prepared for discharge, ready to go into the bathroom.
"Shuxian," Aunt Wen called to Mom.
Mom thought to herself, "This woman doesn't want to continue, does she?" "Hmm?" "
Remember when I asked you if you'd ever tried to understand what Xiaofeng truly wanted? Although I don't know
your answer, I can tell you with certainty that what Xiaofeng truly wanted…", Aunt Wen
paused, "was love from you, his own mother. When Xiaofeng was little, every time he came to my house, whenever I
cared for Xiaopei, Xiaofeng would be there, his eyes filled with longing. When I gave him
the same care as Xiaopei, the happiness radiating from his face was the first time I'd ever seen such a pure and romantic smile.
" "Why are you telling me this?" Mom turned around, looking at Aunt Wen strangely. She thought to herself,
wasn't this woman always after Xiaofeng? How could she…?
"I just don't want the love Xiaofeng longs for to remain unfulfilled," Aunt Wen suddenly
said, a profound statement that was hard to decipher.
Mom pondered for a moment, then paused without turning around, only slightly turning her face away, revealing nothing
of her thoughts. "Thank you,"
Mom said, then went into the bathroom.
Seeing that Mom had left first, seemingly remembering that I would be back soon after completing the discharge procedures, she quickly tied
her hair back up, straightened her clothes, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, the two beautiful women seemed to call a retreat, and
the entire ward fell silent again. Aunt Wen and Mom are both women of status; it's impossible
for them to fight like young girls over a man, right? Even though they had been a bit too playful earlier, even
childishly comparing their breasts, anyone else would be shocked. It just goes to show
how strange the world of emotions is; even beautiful women like Mom and Aunt Wen can become so childish over a man.
I had just returned from completing the procedures when I pushed open the door and saw Aunt Wen leaving. "Aunt Wen, are you leaving?"
"Yes, I need to prepare for surgery later."
Normally, Wen Wanting wouldn't leave so soon, but having just acted so childishly with her lover's mother in the ward
, she was too embarrassed to face her lover. Just seeing his eyes
made Wen Wanting instinctively want to look away.
Of course, I didn't know the truth of what had happened; I simply assumed that Aunt Wen was indeed
busy with something, and reluctantly let her leave. Perhaps seeing the disappointment in my eyes, and seeing her lover
like this, Wen Wanting also felt a little sorry for him. She then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Don't be like this, it's not like we can't meet. At worst, you can do whatever you want then."
Hearing these incredibly seductive whispers, my blood immediately surged, but when I came to my senses, Aunt Wen
had already disappeared. I had no choice but to suppress my burning heart and save it for the next time we met.
At this moment, my mother also came out after changing her clothes. Her reaction to seeing me was almost identical to Aunt Wen's; she dared not look
me in the eye. "Have you finished the discharge procedures?" she asked, pretending to be doing a final
check-up to see if anything was missed.
"Yes, we can leave anytime," I replied truthfully.
Mom hummed in response, casually glancing around the ward to make sure everything was packed, then
hurriedly left the room. This puzzled me. What was wrong with Mom? Why
wasn't she happy about being discharged?
On the way home, Mom kept staring at me, her pupils deep and thoughtful. But whenever I
looked at her, she would quickly look away, as if she had done something wrong and couldn't face me.
Anyway, I'd come to understand Mom's inexplicable behavior during my hospital stay, so I wasn't too surprised.
Since Mom didn't want to talk to me, I wouldn't bother. And so, Mom and I
spent the not-so-long journey in a somber atmosphere.
I hadn't been home for days, eating and sleeping in the hospital, just to be with Mom. Returning to my long-missed home
felt like stepping into another world. Indeed, there's no place like home, and the hospital was
hardly a place of luxury. After quickly putting my things down, I rushed back to my room.
It's been so long, my bed!
After sleeping on my stomach for days on end, no one can imagine
how much I long for it. I'm rolling around in bed, clutching my blanket, wishing I could
stay there forever. But Mom's hospital belongings and luggage haven't been packed yet. Even though I really don't want to leave
my bed, I know what's important.
Luggage, luggage? Wait, the duffel bag!!
I suddenly remembered Dad's duffel bag in the living room. I didn't understand what was inside, but my intuition
told me that Mom couldn't see it, or something terrible would happen. Thinking this, I rushed
out of the room. When I got to the living room, the duffel bag was gone. My heart skipped a beat.
Just then, Mom came out of the room. I asked, "Mom, where's Dad's duffel bag in the living room
?"
"Gone," Mom said coldly. I had a bad feeling. Had Mom found out? While I was feeling lost
and confused, Mom continued, "I've already packed his things. Go and throw them all
out for me."
"Uh," Mom's reaction was somewhat forceful, but it didn't seem like she'd seen the report;
it was more like a sense of relief. I didn't disobey Mom's order, so I went to her room. Sure enough, Dad
's bags and packages were thrown outside. I had no choice but to pick them up and take them to my room.
What else could I do? Should I really throw them away?
I went outside, and sure enough, Dad's luggage and other things were thrown out. I...
I picked everything up and put it in my room. Soon, my room was practically a storage room for old things,
piled high with Dad's stuff. I thought to myself, "Dad, how come you have so much stuff? I knew I shouldn't have taken
all this in. Now I don't even have room to walk around."
To be honest, I was initially a little angry that Dad hadn't visited Mom even once when she was sick and hospitalized.
But then I thought, thankfully Dad wasn't here, I had so many opportunities to spend time with Mom, and
there were even some perks along the way. It was only in the last two days that Mom's behavior made me a little heartbroken. Overall, I'm still
quite grateful to Dad. It's because he wasn't here that I had the chance to show my kindness. "Why did you bring this dead man's stuff back?" 　　Mom said angrily
when she saw me pick up Dad's discarded duffel bag . 　　"Calm down. Dad doesn't deserve sympathy, but these things are innocent. They cost so much money 　　, and a lot of them are still usable. It's such a waste to throw them away." 　　"I said I'm throwing them away, and I don't want to see this dead man's stuff again," Mom said firmly. "You won't throw them away 　　, huh? Then you can hope I never see them again. Otherwise, I'll throw away as many as I see, and see how you pick them up then." 　　With that, Mom turned and went back to her room without looking back. 　　At this point, I could only sigh and continue carrying the things back to my room. Dad, you've really 　　ruined me! Mom was already inexplicably angry with me, and now she probably doesn't even 　　like me anymore. 　　I went out and bought dinner; the fridge was empty, so cooking was impossible 　　. Thankfully, despite her anger, Mom wasn't taking it personally. Although she didn't say a word, 　　it was clear she wasn't rejecting me; she was just angry. 　　No wonder, as her husband, Dad hadn't bothered to care for Mom during her many days of illness, not even a visit 　　, not even a shadow of her. Any woman would be angry, right? Probably not just 　　angry, she'd probably be heading straight to the marriage registry. Judging from Mom's current state, if Dad came back now, it would be 　　either the Civil Affairs Bureau or a law firm. 　　Mom was in a bad mood, so I naturally didn't want to provoke her, and silently observed her with my head down. I really wanted 　　to know if Mom had found the report in Dad's bag. Speaking of that report, I remember 　　Xu Pangzi lent me his iPad, which I hadn't returned yet. So much has happened lately that I'd almost forgotten about it. 　　As for Xu Pangzi, with his wealth, he wouldn't care about such a small thing as an Apple tablet; he'd probably forgotten about 　　it even more than I had. 　　I remembered Mom had a wired router in her study. If I could download a translation app, translating the English on that report shouldn't be a problem. But how could I 　　sneak into Mom's study 　　without her noticing ? I glanced up at my mother, who was eating the food I'd bought, and mentally plotted 　　my next move… 　　*******************************Author Resurrected**************************** 　　[Alright, the new group is finally set up. There's not much to say. I plan to speed up the plot because 　　there are too many things I'm not satisfied with in this book. Although I've tried my best to fix them, there are too many things I can't address, 　　and some plot holes from earlier chapters haven't been filled. Even now, I still feel lost about the original plot I envisioned, 　　unsure where to begin. I know this is because I've expanded the main storyline too much, but it's all already set up 　　, and I don't know how to rewrite it if I change it further. The only thing I can do is finish it quickly. I hope the next book will be better; after all, it 　　's my first book, and I'm overestimating myself.] 　　[From now on, new chapters will be posted in the new group. Although it's unavoidable, I still want to mention that I hope 　　certain unscrupulous people won't engage in unethical piracy and reposting. I can't do anything about it, but heaven is watching. Doing 　　too many unethical things won't end well.] [Be careful, you might not have a penis when you give birth!] 　　[Finally, hehe, I'm a little embarrassed that you all paid during the ***** event, but some big spenders 　　, or those with spare change, can give extra tips if they think it's well-written, hehe, never mind, I'm 　　being a bit shameless...] 　　[Oops, I won't say the tips are in the group files, or 　　you can scan them at the end of the chapter, hehe, just kidding, that's all.] 　　[Oh, I almost forgot, it's better to mention it, regarding updates, a minimum of four chapters a month, an average of 　　five chapters, and six chapters for inspiration, that's the limit, any more and it'll kill this lazy author.] Sorry, 　　I'll let you know in advance if there are any problems in the future. 　　[I forgot to share the comic in the last chapter, I'll post it together with this chapter. I'll post it tomorrow, I'm a little tired, going 　　to sleep.] 　　Chapter 48 Plot Spam (1) 　　Until evening, I returned to my room and took out the iPad Air 2 that Xu Pangzi had lent me. I couldn't help but feel 　　proud of how well I had hidden it, so well that I had forgotten it even existed. I immediately pressed the power 　　button on the top right side, but strangely, it didn't respond after I pressed it several times, and the screen was still dark. 　　Could it be broken? Bro, don't mess with me, I can't afford to pay for it if it breaks. 　　I immediately panicked, thinking that it might be broken. Wait a minute, it seems that I haven't charged it for a long time 　　. Fortunately, when Xu Pangzi lent it to me, he anticipated the problem of running out of power, so he lent it 　　to me along with the charger. So I found the charger, plugged it in, and the screen lit up instantly, and a 　　power bar appeared, flashing one bar at a time. Seeing that it wasn't broken, I breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced. "Phew, thank goodness it's not 　　broken," I thought, "otherwise, I don't know how long I'd have to save up to pay for it." 　　Although this tablet wouldn't matter to Fatty Xu, and he wouldn't care even if it broke, 　　my mother instilled in me moral principles from a young age, and I couldn't allow this kind of taking advantage of others. Besides, 　　Fatty Xu is my good friend, so it was even more inappropriate. But his mother… hehe… 　　I waited a while, letting the tablet charge a little, and then eagerly pressed the power button. [Screen]

The system boot-up screen appeared on the screen. I then looked for the settings on the main page and found
the name of my home Wi-Fi network. All that was left was the password.
However, I waited for a long time but Mom didn't go to take a shower, which was part of my plan. As an educator,
Mom was well aware of the allure and harm that computers could bring to teenagers, so she usually locked her study to
prevent me from sneaking in and playing on the computer. The key was in Mom's room, and she always thought I didn't know
it. Actually, I knew where the key was, but my previous respect for Mom had prevented me from ever
stealing it. Now, I was forced to go into the study to find the Wi-Fi password, and I had no choice
but to disobey Mom this once.
Time slowly passed, and finally, after ten o'clock, I, who had been pressed against my bedroom door, finally
saw Mom pass by my room. But I couldn't be happy yet. To confirm whether Mom had
gone to take a shower, I pretended to come out to get a drink of water. I glanced at the bathroom on the balcony out of the corner of my eye and saw that
Mom had indeed gone in and closed the door.
I excitedly put down my water glass and dashed into my mother's room. Sure enough,
I found the study key in the bedside table drawer, which I'd already familiarized myself with, and took it without hesitation. Just as I was about to leave
, I noticed something strange.
My mother's bed was covered in clothes, including all sorts of lingerie (the sexy lingerie I'd picked out earlier
), scattered everywhere in the room. What was going on? Why had my mother
taken all the clothes out of the closet?
I racked my brains for a while but couldn't figure it out. Then I remembered that I hadn't come to see my mother's clothes.
Finding the Wi-Fi password was more important now; it would be terrible if my mother came out after her shower. With that thought, I left
my mother's room and went to the study, unlocking the door. I didn't care what the study looked like; after all, it
was my house. Even though my mother didn't let me use the computer, I could still go in when she was working in the study,
though not often. So I was pretty familiar with the study, and went straight to
where the router was. But there was no password labeled on the router. What to do now? That's it
! I can check the computer; I think there will be the router settings there.
A sudden inspiration struck me.
Without further ado, I turned on the computer and, after logging in, started trying to find how to
access the router's admin panel. You ask how I could use a computer when I've hardly ever used one? Please, although
my mom strictly monitors me at home, I have my rich friend Xu Pangzi. Plus, for teenagers,
mastering a computer isn't that easy; after playing around with it once or twice, you'll know how. After helping Xu Pangzi change
his grades last time, I understood the difficulty of not knowing how to use a computer. To avoid a repeat of that incident, I
crammed on computer skills with Xu Pangzi. Actually, "crammed" is a bit of an exaggeration; I just messed around with it,
but at least I wasn't as clueless about simple operations as before.
The rest was much simpler. I'd seen how Xu Pangzi accessed the router's admin panel; all
I had to do was open a browser, and I was sure Mom would have a saved record of the IP address. Luckily, Mom's router
was an older model, and the login password and username were displayed by default, which she hadn't changed.
That makes sense; changing a router's login password wouldn't cause any problems. Who would steal that? Besides, even if
they did, it wouldn't matter; as long as the router was there, it could be reset at any time. It's like a hacker: they can hack your
computer, but if you unplug the network cable and shut it down, even the most skilled hacker can't do anything to you.
Having successfully obtained the Wi-Fi password, just as I was about to leave before Mom finished showering,
I suddenly noticed a history entry in my browser that caught my attention. "Huh, what's this?"
I instinctively clicked on it, and the next second I was stunned. It was a foreign mother-son forum! The homepage
featured amusing stories and news about mothers and sons, but the further down I scrolled, the more shocking the content became. I discovered
that my mother had registered an account on the forum, because the user profile showed her as a member, not a guest.
This…
Then I found a portal my mother had previously clicked on, a link called "Mother and Son Secrets."
The page was ordinary, nothing special, but when I scrolled down, I saw a row of posts. Surprisingly
, most of these posts were from mothers.
I randomly clicked on one post, which described the distress of a mother with an 18-year-old son
. The post stated that this 38-year-old mother was an ordinary office worker; her husband
had died in a car accident several years prior, and she and her son were each other's only family. Until one day, she noticed her son's gaze was strange, and
while cleaning, she found many Japanese adult films featuring mothers and sons, as well as novels about incest on her computer
. At first, she didn't think much of it, assuming it was just her son's curiosity about the opposite sex during puberty. However
, she gradually noticed changes in her son. Because of their single-parent family background, she inevitably
neglected him due to work, leading to his somewhat withdrawn personality and few friends.
She noticed he was much more cheerful around her than before and seemed to be intentionally trying to get closer to her. If
she hadn't seen the incestuous pornographic videos and novels in his room, she would have simply assumed he was trying to be affectionate
. But her son gradually became more demanding. One night, after she came home late from work and fell asleep on the sofa, her son
secretly touched her breasts. She began to realize that her son's feelings for her were more than just those of a son for his mother
.
To correct her son's misguided thoughts, she tried to hint at it many times, but he seemed oblivious
and continued to make advances towards her. She couldn't understand why her son would still be
sexually interested in her at thirty-eight. She had indeed been quite beautiful in her youth, but over the years, she had neglected
her appearance to focus on her family. Her natural beauty had gradually faded, and now she looked only slightly younger than some women in their late thirties
, nowhere near as youthful as a young girl. In desperation, she could only talk to her son, trying to persuade him...
She told her she couldn't continue down this wrong path.
Unexpectedly, after the frank conversation, her son didn't react at all, simply returning to his room silently. From
that day on, her son never did anything inappropriate with her again, and she thought he had given up.
Moreover, her son reverted to his former withdrawn self, locking himself in his room all day. He used to communicate with her, but
now even she couldn't get close to him. She didn't know if what she was doing was right. As time went by
, she felt something was missing after her son stopped paying attention to her. Although her son used to
be lecherous towards her, she felt very uncomfortable without him around.
Perhaps due to her age, her sexual needs hadn't diminished with age; in fact, they had become increasingly
intense. Thinking back to her husband's death, she hadn't had sex, and when the urge arose, she would just masturbate a few times to
appease him. After what happened with her son, she found her libido was stronger than before, and the need was becoming
more frequent, to the point that even masturbation was no longer enough. Several times, during her fantasies, her son's face appeared
, startling her. The more she tried to suppress her thoughts, the more she couldn't help herself. Eventually, her
husband's face became blurred, naturally transforming into her son's.
What made it even more wicked was that while masturbating, she found incestuous videos on her son's computer.
Watching the mothers and sons making love without restraint in the AVs, she involuntarily became immersed in them, projecting herself into
the female protagonist. The story pauses here, or rather, temporarily ends, with the sequel in the next post
.
I checked the forum and indeed found another post of hers. This
post was strange; it had no title and didn't belong to any section. She had simply uploaded it to her personal
space on the forum, so it wouldn't be visible to anyone.
After opening it, I finally understood why this mother hadn't posted it before. Frankly,
the content shocked me. This post didn't continue from the previous one; it jumped directly
to the mother's company's annual party, where her boss kept pressuring her to drink. This boss was usually quite kind to her,
so she wasn't on guard. When she woke up again, she was already in a hotel bed. Suddenly
, she felt something strange in her private parts. Looking down, she saw her legs spread wide open towards a man—
her seemingly kind boss.
Her boss pulled out an electric vibrator, a fake penis with a
terrifying sharp point at the end. She instinctively tried to resist, but her hands and feet were bound. She could only watch helplessly as her boss
inserted the penis into her vagina. The powerful thrust momentarily made her forget to resist; a
feeling she had never experienced before spread through her body. The details of the process weren't elaborated, but I could tell the poster had written this with great
difficulty, almost with tears in their eyes.
In the end, she actually orgasmed under her boss's manipulation, which she felt utterly humiliated. But what followed was
a lifelong nightmare. After his boss had had his fill of her, he raised that ugly thing—even though she hadn't seen
many men's genitals, it was much larger than her husband's. But that didn't mean she was willing to
have sex with her boss. At that moment, she desperately wished someone would save her. Strangely, she didn't think of
her husband, but of her son, whom she had always suppressed.
Unfortunately, this mother who posted this wasn't as lucky as my mother, who had me arrive in time. She was still raped
, her body defiled by her boss's penis—her virgin body, untouched by any man other than her husband
. What was even harder for her to accept was that she actually orgasmed twice during her boss's rape,
her long-suppressed desires erupting. She hated herself. That night, she didn't know how she got home; she only
knew that her lower body was filled with her beastly boss's semen. As soon as she got home, she rushed into the bathroom, wanting to
wash away the semen from her genitals, along with the traces of her beastly boss.
Just then, the bathroom door burst open, and the last person she wanted to see entered—her son.
In his hand was the very panty she had been so desperate to throw away, stained with semen and vaginal fluid. Her son walked
up to her, silent. She didn't know how to face him. Fate had played a cruel joke on her;
she had finally managed to persuade her son, only to have her body violated so quickly. She felt ashamed to face him.
She tried to escape, but suddenly a hand pulled her back, and she fell into a warm embrace. She
tried to speak, but her mouth was covered.
Her son kissed her. She didn't know what she was feeling. In the dim, gray light, she and her son moved to
the bedroom, forgetting everything, forgetting themselves. They only thought of craving each other's warmth. They made love.
Yes, her son had sex with her. Her son inserted his large penis into the passage where she had given birth. The post paused
for a long time here; the poster didn't describe her feelings, only that the feeling was strange.
Afterwards, she told her son everything. He didn't despise her for being "dirty," only
felt anger towards his beastly boss. He accepted her, but she didn't know how to cope…
She chose to follow her heart.
In the end, she found happiness.
The story ends here. After reading this mother's story, I had a strange feeling,
a mix of emotions. I truly envied her son; he finally got what he wanted. But what about me? With my mother's
current aloof attitude towards me, I don't know how far I have to go.
Hmm? There's a reply here. Wait, this poster's account looks so familiar. I nodded slightly
and noticed the account name displayed at the top right of the forum page, exactly the same as the poster of this reply.
Could this be my mother's reply? My blood rushed to my head; I suddenly wanted to know what my mother had replied with.
Just as I was eagerly anticipating what my mom had written in her reply, I
heard a noise coming from the bathroom on the balcony. Even though there were several walls between us, my keen hearing allowed me to hear it. I figured it must be my mom
coming out of the shower. Should I risk being discovered by her and finish reading the post?
I immediately rejected that idea. Mom's in a bad mood right now, so it's best not to upset her. Anyway
, there's plenty of time; the post isn't going anywhere. I'll sneak in when Mom's not home. With that thought, I quietly opened the study
door and peeked outside. I knew Mom would hang up the laundry after showering, but
I'd better be careful for my own safety. Then, I quickly slipped into Mom's room, put the study key away
, and rushed back to my own room. Are you thinking something unexpected is going to happen, that
Mom might bump into me?
Hehe, don't overthink it. There aren't that many unexpected incidents. If it were like that every time, I'm afraid my heart wouldn't be able to hold out
until the end of this book. What if I die and some unscrupulous author changes the protagonist? I don't
want to give my mom to someone else. I just saw that story on the forum; when I read about the mother being raped by her boss
, I couldn't bear it. I wanted to jump into the story to save him. Even though I know that's not my mom,
the empathy made me feel incredibly frustrated.
As soon as I entered the room, I eagerly grabbed my tablet and successfully connected to Wi-Fi. With the internet
, things became much simpler, so I immediately downloaded a translation app. Then I took out
the report from my father's bag and painstakingly entered the English text into the app, quickly
getting the Chinese translation.
Although the translated Chinese was frankly disappointing, I could understand the general meaning
. That's why, after reading the entire report, I was trembling with shock, my hands so trembling I could
barely hold the tablet. Thankfully, I was on the bed, otherwise, it would have been a disaster.
My father had actually done this.
I simply couldn't believe it. Could this really be something my honest, simple father had done? Based on
the translated English, six words were etched into my mind: Paternity Test Report.
Prenatal Paternity Test, 98.98% Accuracy. In the section for the paternity test results, I clearly saw my father
's name, and below that, a woman's name. I felt this woman's name was very familiar last time,
but I just couldn't remember where I'd seen it, or even heard her call out that name before. But
why would Dad do a paternity test with this woman? The report showed her age;
she's three years older than my mother. She couldn't possibly be Dad's daughter. If they were siblings, they wouldn't do a paternity
test, and the blood relation between siblings isn't that high. Besides, I've never heard of Dad
having any siblings; our family has always been a single-son lineage. So what…?
A thought flashed through my mind: Dad was having an affair, and this woman was pregnant with his child. Even though
this idea was absurd—how could Dad do such a thing?—after eliminating all the impossibilities,
the remaining one, however impossible, was still true.
I stared at the report, unsure what to do, and even more unsure whether to tell Mom. What should I do now?
I never doubted the authenticity of this report. No one would be so foolish as to put a report in Dad's suitcase
, especially since it was clearly his doing; he obviously read it.
If discovering Mom was actually on a parent-child forum shocked me enough, this bombshell from Dad
completely blew me away. What should I do? Should I tell Mom? Knowing her personality
, she'd be furious if she found out. She might even impulsively divorce Dad. Although I
really want Mom, I'm not willing to trade Dad for her. After all, Dad
is a good father in my eyes. I'll always remember how Dad comforted
me and bought me toys whenever Mom scolded me as a child. His loving smile is an indelible image in my heart.
But even if I don't say anything, this kind of thing can't be hidden for long. The woman in the report is clearly pregnant with
Dad's child. What will Mom do if she comes to our door? Besides, Mom is the head of a school,
so this kind of thing is disgraceful. Mom's work is already going badly, and those guys who only think about their own interests
won't miss this opportunity to attack her, maybe even try to bring her down.
"Ahhh!"
Just as I was feeling frustrated and annoyed, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Mom's voice came from outside.
"What are you yelling about? Go to sleep! If you're late tomorrow, I'll teach you a lesson!"
"Okay, I know."
I took a deep breath and decided not to tell Mom yet, to find out what happened first. Besides,
Dad is nowhere to be seen; he's been missing for so many days. I didn't sleep a wink that
night. The next day, I was constantly sleepy, but I had to go to school today. I'd already taken so many days off;
if I didn't go, Mom would eat me alive. Speaking of Mom, she's a real strong woman. She went back to work the day after being discharged from the hospital
. I tried to persuade her to rest for a few days after being discharged, but she refused. Sigh, as you all know, I
really have no say in front of my mother, even though our relationship is quite close now.
I'll have to put Dad's matter aside for now, and see if I have time after school. What can I do? I live under my mother's tyranny
. One day I'll definitely turn the tables and become the boss. But comparing my personality to my mother's, will
that day really come? I'm not even sure.
As soon as school was over, I couldn't wait to run out of the school gate and sprint home. During recess today
, I overheard a classmate from the next class calling out a name to another classmate:
Li Jingming. Immediately, memories flooded back: Uncle Jingming, Cai Jingming. Although the surname is different, they
're both named Jingming, Dad's best friend. I remember the last time he visited,
the still-attractive young woman who came with him—I think his wife was named Liu Huiying. I remember
a little incident happened when I was seeing Uncle Jingming downstairs . I thought that woman was so slutty; she was a guest in someone's house
and she actually got wet.
On Dad's report, the woman's name under Dad's name was Liu Huiying! How could I forget something so important
? And that woman named Liu Huiying was supposed to be quite beautiful. Probably the most...
Having been thoroughly influenced by Aunt Wen and my mother lately, surrounded by stunningly beautiful mature women with impeccable figures, looks, and demeanor,
how could I possibly care about someone as second-rate as Liu Huiying?
I was in a hurry to get home because I was afraid my memory was playing tricks on me. This wasn't something to joke about;
I had to confirm things thoroughly before drawing any conclusions. It wasn't just the name on the report; I also remembered having old
photos of my father and Uncle Jingming at home. In my hazy recollection, I remembered seeing one of those photos once.
After learning about the connection between Liu Huiying's name and my father, for some reason, an image kept surfacing in my mind,
though it was so long ago that I could barely remember it. Anyway, I had a feeling that finding that
photo would hold the key to everything.
Back home, I immediately ran to my room and quickly retrieved the report I had hidden. The woman's name listed on it
was indeed Liu Huiying. So here's the question: why did Uncle Jingming's wife
do a paternity test with Dad? Could it be that Dad and Aunt Huiying...? I didn't dare think any further
. How could Dad, such an honest and simple person, possibly do this? There must be some misunderstanding.
Right, the photos! My intuition tells me that all the answers are in the photos. I started searching around the house, but
I just couldn't find where I kept the old photos. Then I remembered to call Mom; she should know. But
Mom seemed very unfriendly to me these past few days. Oh well, whatever, I'll call first.
"Hello, Mom, are you free? I have something very important to ask you,"
I picked up the phone and immediately got to the point. This was a matter of life and death; perhaps it would solve a huge mystery.
"What's so important? Where did you go after school? You didn't even come to my office to wait for me to go home together,"
Mom's cold voice rang out, and I sensed a hint of resentment in her words. "I'm at home right now, but I have something urgent. Please, Mom, tell me 　　where
we keep the old photo albums ?" 　　"Urgent? What urgent could you possibly have? I bet you're rushing off to Xiaopei's house to play." 　　Mom's voice grew increasingly distant, and I felt a growing sense of dread, especially the 　　strange tone when she said "go play." A chill ran down my spine from the other end of the line. My gut told me 　　I'd be in deep trouble if I didn't answer properly. 　　"What would I be doing at Xiaopei's house for no reason?" 　　"You know perfectly well." 　　"What do I know?" I said, feeling incredibly guilty. Had Mom discovered something 　　? "I really am at home right now, Mom. I'm serious. This is very important to me. Please 　　tell me where we keep the old photo albums. 　　" "I don't know. I have to work. That's all." She hung up. 　　I stood there, bewildered, holding the phone. I felt like I was going crazy. What had I done to offend Mom 　　? At least give me a reason so I could understand why I was in this mess. What was she doing hanging there like that? 　　What I didn't know was that on the other end of the phone, after hanging up, Mom angrily threw her phone aside. 　　Even though she was writing lesson plans, the force with which she gripped the pen was enough to cut the table. She kept muttering, "You stinky 　　Xiaofeng, you bastard! It's my first day back at work after being discharged from the hospital, and you call without even checking on me, asking about some 　　damn photo album! You heartless, stinky bastard, you rotten egg! And you used to come to my office every day after school to fawn over me, but 　　now you don't even bother to look at me. You must be infatuated with that woman. Humph, so what if 　　she dresses a little provocatively? Where am I inferior to her? I have a great figure, and I have big breasts..." 　　As if realizing something, Chen Shuxian's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and shame. She wondered 　　what she was thinking, when she had become so shameless. Why did she lose her composure just thinking about that little rascal 　　? She was truly neglecting her duty as a mother. It's all that little rascal's fault. He says he loves his mother, but he 　　's always running off to that other beautiful, mature woman's house. He doesn't care about his mother's feelings at all. 　　Actually, Mom herself doesn't know why she's so angry. She knows perfectly well, but she has 　　n't been able to let go of that last barrier. She can only continue to deceive herself, continue to make 　　excuses for her feelings that are becoming increasingly difficult to hide. 　　After Mom hung up on me, since she wouldn't say anything, I had no choice but to search slowly myself. But 　　I just searched the whole house and couldn't find it, even Mom's room. It's just an 　　old photo album, how could it fly away? It's all my fault for not looking at these things often and not paying attention. When I need it, 　　I'm at my wit's end. 　　That's right, could it be in the study? I suddenly thought of that possibility. The only 　　place in the house I haven't searched is the study. I really can't think of anywhere else such a big photo album could be 　　. Now I just didn't know if Mom had the key to the study with her 　　. What if she took it to school? 　　I immediately rushed to Mom's room, opened the bedside table drawer, and saw the study key 　　lying there quietly. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, thank God, Mom didn't have 　　the key with her, otherwise it would have been a real problem. You know, Mom was sulking for some unknown reason; she 　　definitely wouldn't have given it to me. Hmm, it seems Mom usually doesn't let me into the study. 　　Anyway, I got into Mom's study and immediately started rummaging 　　through everything, searching the entire study for a long time. Finally, I found an old photo album in a cardboard box in the corner. I blew away 　　the thick layer of dust covering it. This photo album had been sitting there for who knows how long. Of course, who has time 　　to look at photo albums normally? Dad's often away, Mom's too busy with work to look at them, and as for me, it's even less likely 　　. I'd rather spend my time "binge-watching" Xu Pangzi's treasured collection than look at any photo album. If it weren't for this 　　necessity, I probably wouldn't even remember we had a photo album at home. 　　I opened the album, looking at these old photos. Some were from when I was little, but I 　　had no mood for sentimentality now. Flipping through them, I felt that none of them matched the memory I had. 　　Which photo was it again? I only remembered seeing it as a child and having an impression of it.

The more I couldn't find it, the more anxious I became. I even started to doubt my memory; it's been so long
, mistakes are normal. But to verify my suspicions, I had to rely on my intuition.
I quickly finished flipping through this album and moved on to the next. Then I pulled out the bottom album's sub-
album. Why sub-album? It's actually an expanded edition, where less important
photos are placed at the back of the main album and bound together. The black-covered album I held in my hands
exuded a sense of antiquity. The worn binding looked unremarkable, but the black cover gave me a mysterious
feeling.
My intuition told me the secret lay within. As I was about to open the album, a sudden,
inexplicable tension gripped me. I couldn't quite describe it; it was a feeling of unease. Unlike my previous
nonchalance, my hands trembled involuntarily with nervousness.
Suppressing my anxiety, I took a deep breath and focused my attention back on the photo album,
slowly flipping through it. The album contained photos of my parents when they were young. I realized how
beautiful my mother was back then. She wasn't as rigid as she is now. In the photos, she was dressed beautifully
, and her demeanor wasn't as serious. Compared to her now, she had less maturity and more youthful
innocence. The only thing that surprised me was that my mother still wore those heavy black-rimmed
glasses even in her youth. I was speechless. Were those black-rimmed glasses part of her persona? Oh, and one thing that
remained unchanged was my mother's enormous breasts. Although the photos from that era weren't as clear as they are now,
I could still clearly discern the size of her breasts in the pictures. In several close-up photos, her breasts looked
like they were about to burst.
No wonder my mother's breasts were so big; they were astonishing even when she was young. One can only imagine how big they are now.
I continued flipping through the album, looking at photos of my dad when he was young. He was plain-looking, with nothing particularly outstanding about him.
Thankfully, I don't look like him. Although I'm not exactly handsome either, at least I have some of my mom's genes. Even if I'm not exactly ugly,
I can't be that bad. But I'm not exactly good-looking either.
I noticed that many of the photos in this album included Uncle Jingming, almost all of them
photos of the two of them together. It's clear how good friends my dad and Uncle Jingming were. In the photos, my dad had his arm around Uncle Jingming's
shoulder, their smiles very warm. Well, I guess "warm" is okay. Luckily,
the term "best buddies" didn't exist back then, otherwise my dad and Uncle Jingming would definitely be mistaken for being gay. Thankfully, my existence proves
that my dad isn't gay. For some reason, it feels so wicked…
Wait, the woman in this photo…
When I suddenly turned to the next page, I saw a photo of my father with a strange woman. Strangely
, a memory surfaced in my mind. Behind the photo, who is…
******************************* The power outage is killing the author ******************************
[As you can probably tell, the next few chapters probably won't have any explicit content; they'll just be moving the plot forward. Also,
I've been a bit stressed lately, can't think of any plot developments, and am experiencing severe writer's block. I can only write some filler.]
[The intermittent power outages for several days in a row are driving me crazy. In 35-degree weather, isn't a power outage a
death sentence? My house doesn't even have air conditioning; the fan alone is hot enough. Now even the fan isn't
blowing on me. Are they trying to kill me?]
[Also, please don't urge me to update so frequently. I promised to update a certain number of chapters a month, and I definitely will
. Don't worry. No matter how much you urge me, if I can't write, I just can't write. How can I update? Right?] [I will naturally
let everyone know when the update is coming.]
[Also, please be prepared, the paid group is not a buyout. Please understand this
. Don't message me later asking why I have to pay more after paying 20 yuan. It's all voluntary. If you can't bear to spend 20 yuan,
that's okay too. I will update one chapter a month for everyone to read for free in the backup group. I won't
let you down.]
[Finally, like the authors on Qidian, I'm shamelessly asking for tips. Please don't scold me... If you really want to scold me, please don't
involve my family.]
[It seems like I haven't posted any comics in a long time. Maybe it's because I've been so annoyed by the recent power outages and haven't been in the mood. I
will definitely make up for it later. I already owe two chapters, and including this one, I owe three comics... Okay, I'll
upload them to Baidu Cloud when I have time.]

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