[Mom's Gravitational Waves] (Chapter Two)

Author: momoiin
Published on January 9, 2017 in the forum or forum 001
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Jealousy, heartbreak, bleeding heart, bitterness, and heartache—these are common adjectives used in incestuous romance novels, and
they actually reflect our real feelings when reading or writing them. Don't doubt it; if you have this bittersweet feeling, it proves
your heart is truly wounded. If you feel soreness when pressing near your left nipple, but not on the right, it means
you've been reading too many incestuous romance novels and it's hurting your heart. Believe it or not. Of course, some people with strong hearts might not be included in this category.
The best solution is to find a gentle and loving wife; she will nourish your heart and heal your
wounds. :)
Although the stories are fictional, they can still reflect our true feelings. Therefore, being a cuckold all the time is not my style
; I hope that by the end, there should be a cathartic release.
One reader's ID is quite straightforward: "Searching for Motherly Love." Actually, this is one of my main
purposes in writing. If I can find a trace of maternal warmth in my writing, I'll be very happy. If not,
it just means my writing skills are lacking.
Also, the story where the antagonist in "Searching for Motherly Love" is named "Long Qingshan" isn't about a mother or lover,
but rather "Mother's Love and Sorrow," a story by the author Bai Jie, whom I admire.
After all, we will one day return to our mother's embrace, so let us, in this virtual world, love our
mothers like Cupid, and swim freely in the water as Pisces with Venus, the goddess of love and beauty!
Chapter Two: The Turmoil
My father has become obsessed with stock trading these past two years. He says a skilled trader with insider information joined his workplace, and many colleagues are
following his lead. The stock market has been doing well these past two years, and my father invested our family savings and made a considerable amount of money. Recently
, he came home feeling quite pleased with himself, joking with his mother that if he made another fortune, he'd buy her a new car; her current
car was an older model Volkswagen Bora. His mother laughed, "No way! The stock market is too risky; you'd better
be careful." The cautious mother had kept one million yuan of the family savings, and the rest had been invested in the stock market by his father
.
If it weren't for what happened next, I think our family would still be like many families in China, ordinary
yet harmonious.
But because of that sudden stock market crash, everything changed, and we, like the song says
, can never go back.
His father's subconscious, slightly inferiority complex made him desperately want to make a fortune to prove he was worthy of
his mother. He too easily trusted the so-called expert at his workplace, resulting in heavy losses.
Even with Mom's caution, she never imagined Dad would use margin trading to speculate on stocks. After being trapped in losses in early May, Dad was reluctant to
sell his leveraged stocks because the "expert" told him this bull market would reach 10,000 points, and
if he could hold on and avoid a margin call, he would definitely recoup his principal and make a profit.
Throughout May (this story is purely fictional), Dad secretly
borrowed 8 million yuan from a loan shark with a 5% interest rate, hoping to keep his account from collapsing. He used this 8 million yuan to continue
margin trading in the stock market, but ended up losing money to the limit, leading to a forced liquidation by the brokerage. After the brokerage deducted the margin loans,
only a few hundred thousand yuan remained in the account, far from enough to repay the original 8 million. That's when the loan sharks came knocking.
The following days are shrouded in darkness in my memory; I don't even want to think about them.
One night, I overheard Dad asking Mom for a divorce, saying he would bear all the burdens alone. Mom refused
.
My father came home very late every day, too embarrassed to look at us. His once broad back was no longer straight, and
within just a few days, many gray hairs appeared on his head.
Every day, several menacing debt collectors came to our door demanding payment. My mother stepped forward, bravely
facing everything.
She used the one million yuan she had saved to pay off part of the debt, but it was far from enough. When the debt collectors
couldn't collect, they threatened to splash red paint on our door. My mother stopped them, saying, "This house
is about to be sold to pay you back. You don't want it sold cheaply, do you? That would mean less money to pay you back."
Although the house had appreciated considerably in recent years, the proceeds from the sale, after deducting the mortgage payments, were less than one million yuan. The remaining
debt was over five million yuan.
My mother resolutely refused to borrow money from either set of parents. She directly told the loan sharks that she had used up all her savings
, and the rest would be repaid slowly. She also insisted on a 2% interest rate, not 5%, otherwise she would take them to court.
The loan sharks were furious, threatening us to borrow money to repay the debt. My mother refused to budge, saying that our initial
act of lending money to my father without providing collateral was extremely irresponsible, indirectly pushing our family into a deep abyss.
Therefore, we couldn't possibly borrow money from relatives and friends to repay them.
My mother had sold all her jewelry and dowry that could be sold. I suggested to my father that we sell the ancestral jade pendant,
and he reluctantly agreed.
We had several antique experts appraise it, but they all said they had never seen this type of half-black, half-white jade before
and couldn't estimate its value. So the jade wasn't sold, and it returned to my chest. Every night when I slept, I clutched
it tightly, as if it were a spiritual support left to me by my ancestors, hoping it would accompany me through this difficult time.
For my convenience at school, we rented a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a nearby tenement building. On the day we moved,
we didn't tell anyone. Actually, our family is very proud and didn't want to face other people's pity. Aki
saw this in the neighborhood and came to help. During this period, I was feeling very down at school, and Aki stayed with
me the whole time.
All the furniture was loaded into the car. My mother took one last look at the home we'd lived in for over ten years, her eyes red
as she closed the door.
The exterior walls of the tenement building were already peeling and crumbling, and the second-floor apartment we rented didn't get much natural light, feeling as gloomy as my mood
. I stood in the simple bathroom, facing the old toilet, its inner and outer walls covered in varying shades of
limescale. This was the only bathroom in the house, and my mother's task for me was to remove the limescale.
I poured in some limescale remover and scrubbed listlessly for a while, feeling that the thick limescale, like rusty iron sheets, was impossible to
clean, so I just rinsed it off perfunctorily.
Back in the living room, Mom was tidying up and cleaning. I said to her, "Mom, I'm done."
"Okay, Xiaofeng, go and rest for a bit. Dinner will be a little late tonight."
I went into my room. This room was about half the size of my old one, and the furniture was very old, which made
me feel annoyed. I lay on the bed listlessly, thinking about how we had fallen to this state, feeling utterly
desolate.
After lying there for a while, I realized how tiring it was to move and organize things today. I felt very hungry, so I got up to find something to eat.
When I went outside, I saw that although the living room was small, Mom had tidied it up neatly. The violet that Mom loved
was quietly blooming in a corner of the living room. My mood improved a lot, and I called out, "Mom, I'm so hungry.
Is there anything I can eat?" "
There's some bread in the kitchen. Have some to tide you over," Mom's voice came from the bathroom.
The bathroom door was open. I peeked inside and saw Mom sitting on a low stool next to the toilet, wearing
an apron and rubber gloves, scrubbing the toilet with great effort. The toilet, which I hadn't been able to clean no matter how hard I scrubbed, was now
showing some of its original white porcelain color.
Mom, who was usually very clean, was diligently scrubbing the filthy toilet. Her not-so-strong shoulders were
heaving up and down, clearly using a lot of strength. Tears of guilt instantly filled my eyes. I rushed forward and grabbed the brush
, saying, "Mom, let me do it!"
"Xiaofeng..." Hearing my tearful voice, Mom stopped and looked up at me.
"Mom, go do something else, I'll scrub." I fought back my tears, took the brush, and started scrubbing furiously.
"Okay, don't tire yourself out, Xiaofeng." Mom got up and gave me the stool.
Mom rinsed her gloves clean, took her hand, gently patted my head behind my back, turned, and left
. I could no longer hold back my tears, which streamed down my face.
It was very late when Mom finished her work. She came to my room, sat on the edge of the bed, patted it, and asked me to sit
beside her.
"Xiaofeng, Mom knows you're feeling bad. Dad and I are so sorry for making your life so difficult,"
Mom said to me. "But no matter what, don't lose hope or faith in life. If you have any worries
, tell Mom. We'll get through this together as a family, okay?"
I noticed a blister on Mom's lip; she, who always cared about her appearance, was too busy to treat it. Seeing
her dragging her tired body but still trying to comfort me, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I threw myself into her
arms and cried, "Mom, don't worry, I will be as strong as you. I will earn a lot of money
to pay off your debts..."
Mom hugged me tightly, gently stroking my face. The warmth of her maternal love melted away my sorrow like
ice melting in hot water. My weak heart suddenly felt strong. As long as I was with Mom,
I could face and overcome any difficulty. It was a wonderful feeling; I experienced
the happiness of giving everything for the person I deeply love.
"Mom, I love you so much."
"Xiaofeng, Mom loves you too."
The next day at school, I was no longer filled with self-pity or inferiority, because no matter how difficult life was, I had my dearest
mother by my side, and that was enough.
However, the intense guilt almost overwhelmed Dad. Even though Mom repeatedly tried to comfort him, it was difficult for him to escape
this mindset. I understood Dad a little. When he thought he was giving everything for the person he loved, he found that
what he had done brought her profound suffering—the blow was immense.
Mom's gentle love slowly healed Dad's broken heart, and he finally didn't do anything foolish.
Mom told Dad, "Xiaofeng and I need you. If you still have any sense of responsibility, don't abandon us."
Dad finally pulled through. One evening in July, Dad told us that the company had
a finance position at a subsidiary in Pakistan, a country with a more dangerous environment, but the salary was three times his current salary, around
700,000 to 800,000 yuan a year. He was going to apply to his superiors and ask for our opinion.
This was an opportunity for Dad, and although Mom was reluctant, she agreed.
The night before Dad left for Pakistan, Mom and Dad went to their room early.
The soundproofing in this tenement building was terrible. When I finished my homework and was about to go to bed, I heard Mom moaning from their room in the living room.
Her voice was like a nightingale's sweet song, melodious and continuous. Thinking about what they were doing at that moment, my heart raced.
Mom was giving Dad a send-off; surely he could regain his strength?
Dad left for Pakistan, leaving only Mom and me at home. During summer vacation, I tried my best to do all
the housework, even learning to cook. Although I wasn't very good at it, Mom was still very pleased.
Aki still often came to visit. Knowing that Mom was looking for a part-time job, he recommended his uncle
Xiang Bo's "Shuiyun Qingyi" high-end fitness spa as a yoga instructor.
Mom had been practicing yoga and dance for many years, maintaining excellent flexibility, but she
wasn't very confident about applying for the instructor position. Aki patted his chest and assured her that his uncle had entrusted the management of the club to his son,
Aki's cousin Xiangman. He and Xiangman were very close, so there wouldn't be any problems.
The recruitment process was relatively simple. The club already had an Indian male instructor, Arhan. My mother followed Arhan's
instructions and did a set of standard yoga poses, which led to her being hired by Xiangman.
Xiangman offered her 500 yuan for two hours each evening, an hourly wage
higher than my mother's regular job.
Aki and Xiangman's timely help deeply moved my mother, and she invited Xiangman and his cousin Kong Youji
to our home for dinner.
I met Xiangman for the first time. Xiangman was two years older than Aki and was a high school freshman.
Unlike Aki's slender, fair complexion, Xiangman, true to his name, was short, dark-skinned, and stocky, with his buzz cut hair standing on end.
Xiangman didn't talk much and appeared very composed. When my mother thanked him during the meal, Xiangman said, "Auntie,
you're an employee of the club now. If you have any difficulties in the future, just let me know. Don't be shy."
Although Xiangman's words were very appropriate, I still felt a little sad. My mother, who had always been reserved,
was now asking a high school student for help.
One weekend afternoon at the end of August, Aki came to my house, saying he wanted to help me with my summer homework. The weather was still
extremely hot; the air conditioner in our rented apartment was whirring like an old ox pulling a broken cart, but it still wasn't working properly.
My mother made us some chilled mung bean soup to cool us down. Aki thanked my mother and said, "Auntie, you work a regular job and
do part-time work, it must be so tiring. Today you're finally resting at home, let me help you cook."
My mother smiled and said, "Thank you, Aki, Auntie isn't tired. I'll cook early, I have to go to the club tonight
."
Just then, someone banged on the door.
My mother opened the door and saw the two thugs from the loan shark company who had come before—one with purple lips and the other with slanted eyes.
"You owe me 500,000 this month, principal and interest," he said slyly . "If you can't come up with the money, don't blame me
for splashing red paint on the door today."
Mom exclaimed, "I've already told you we can only pay back slowly, and this house is rented! You
can't do this!"
"I don't care if it's rented or not! Because you won't get this money back, I'll kneel on an iron plate in the hall every day. If I don't
teach you a lesson, you'll think we're weaklings!" Purple Lips reached out to shove Mom.
I quickly blocked him, but this thug was very strong, and he pushed me away easily.
Aki shouted from the side, "Don't do anything rash! I'm calling the police!"
"Damn it, I'll beat you up, you little brat!" Purple Lips punched Aki, knocking him to the ground.
"What are you doing!" Mom, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed Purple Lips away, squatted down, and
hugged Aki.
At this point, some of the neighbors who had been watching finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop them: "They're all women
and children, how could you do this?"
The slanted-eyed and purple-lipped men yelled, "Paying back debts is a matter of course! Get out of the way, or anyone who interferes will
regret it!"
A middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "What are you doing? This is my house, what right do you have to throw
paint on me?"
"You dare yell at me like that!" Purple-lipped men slapped the middle-aged man across the face.
Seeing these two thugs starting to act tough, the onlookers didn't want to get involved, so they helped the middle-aged man up, all
daring not to speak out. A few people went downstairs and started dialing 110 ( the police
emergency number). The slanted-eyed and purple-lipped men, all bark and no bite, cursed a few times, then opened a paint bucket, dipped their brushes in the paint, and prepared to write large characters.
The neighbors didn't dare to stop them, and a commotion erupted. Someone shouted, "The police are here to arrest you!"
The two thugs hesitated, but still picked up their brushes while cursing. Just then, a deep
voice said, "Stop!"
I turned around and saw the crowd part to make way for Xiang Man, who walked over, followed by two burly men
.
"Young Master Man..." Purple Lips lowered the brush in her hand, her arrogance suddenly vanishing, and she
spoke in a humble voice.
"Hmm, what are you doing here?" Xiang Man said coldly.
"They owe money and won't pay it back," Purple Lips said.
"We'll talk about that later. First, let's settle the score for you injuring my cousin," Xiang Man said, pointing to
Kong Youji, who was still being held in my mother's arms.
Although Xiang Man's face didn't show anger, Purple Lips' legs were weak. He said, "Young Master, I didn't
know he was your cousin. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare hit him even if I had ten times the courage."
"You beat my cousin like a pig's head, and you just say you didn't know?" Xiang Man didn't waste any words
. With a slight tilt of his head, two burly men rushed forward.
"Young Master, spare our lives!" Purple Lips and Slanted Eyes were so frightened that they squatted on the ground, like chicks in front of the two burly men
. Seeing the fists coming down, Purple Lips and Slanted Eyes covered their heads with their hands and took more than a dozen punches, falling to the ground and curling up in
a ball.
"Young Master, for the sake of Boss Kui, spare us!" Purple Lips cried pitifully.
The burly man kicked him a few more times before Xiang Man waved his hand to stop him, saying, "I don't object to you coming out on business; after all, the brothers
need to eat. But open your eyes and see who you're dealing with! Sister Lu is my sworn sister,
and Aji is my cousin. You just come here like this?"
"Young Master Man, we were wrong. We really didn't know they were your relatives!"
"Fine, I won't make things difficult for you. Go back and tell Lao Kui that I'll take responsibility for this. Tomorrow, I'll
host a dinner at Ziyun Pavilion to talk to him. I'll give him a call later."
"Thank you, Young Master Man! Thank you, Young Master Man!" Purple Lips and Slanted Eyes got up and slunk away. The
police arrived, and Xiang Man went over to explain that two thugs had come to harass them but were chased away by the crowd
. Everyone testified, and the police left when they saw nothing was wrong.
My mother, Aji, and I went inside first. The landlord, having been beaten, was a little angry and embarrassed, but seeing Xiang Man's earlier
demeanor, he didn't dare to blame us. He just kept begging us to move out. The mother was embarrassed and didn't know
what to say.
Just then, Xiang Man came in, patted the landlord on the shoulder, and the landlord, not daring to utter a sound, lowered his head timidly.
"Ah Biao, give Uncle a thousand yuan as a calming fee," Xiang Man said to a burly man beside him.
The landlord nervously took the money, and Xiang Man continued, "Uncle, even if those two hooligans had ten times the courage
, they wouldn't dare to bother us again. Leave some room for maneuver, so don't force my sister to move out. If anyone dares to
come again, I'll break their legs and be responsible for restoring the house to its original condition. I'll give you a thousand yuan each time as a calming fee, how about
that?"
Xiang Man's aura was powerful, and the landlord obsequiously agreed and left.
The mother finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xiang Man gratefully, and said, "Mr. Xiang, please sit down. I'll get
some iodine to clean Aji's wound."
"Auntie, I'm fine," Aji said.
"I'll help you apply the medicine as an apology. If anything happens to you, Auntie will scold me to death." Xiangman looked at
the wound on Aji's head and said, "It's alright, just a scrape, no disfigurement."
"No, you're so rough. It's torture for me to apply it, but it's a pleasure for Auntie Lu to do it for me," Aji cried.
Xiangman smiled and said, "Okay, whatever you want. How are you going to explain this to Auntie when we get home?"
"I'll just tell my mom I accidentally fell."
Mom came over with iodine, saying apologetically, "It's all my fault for dragging you into this."
"Auntie, don't say that! Your business is my business!" Aki shouted boldly, completely
ignoring me as if he were some kind of close friend to my mom.
Mom looked at Aki gratefully and sat down beside him. Aki turned his face, and Mom gently blew on
the wound on his face, lightly applying the medicine with a cotton swab, softly asking, "Does it hurt?"
Aki hummed comfortably, "Auntie Lu, you're blowing on me like magic! It doesn't hurt at all."
Seeing Mom's tender expression, my heart ached slightly.
After Mom finished applying the ointment, Aji said reluctantly, "Aunt Lu, it feels so good, I wish I could apply it a little longer."
Mom smiled and said, "Don't say such silly things."
Xiangman also laughed and said, "Cousin, judging from your expression, do you want to recognize Sister Lu as your godmother?"
Aji was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "I haven't even asked you yet, when did Aunt Lu become your god-sister?
Doesn't that make me a generation younger than you?"
Xiangman said to Mom, "Sister Lu, I'm sorry, I only said that in a hurry just now, you won't
take offense, will you?"
Mom said, "How could I? Thank you so much, President Xiang, today."
"Don't be so formal, President Xiang. I've always admired your strength in adversity. How about
I take this opportunity to recognize you as my sister?"
Xiangman's words were a bit sudden, and Mom didn't know how to answer for a moment. At this moment, Aji called out again:
"No, no, if I recognize Aunt Lu as my godmother, then cousin, wouldn't you become my god-uncle? You
can only recognize her as your godmother!"
Seeing his anxious look, everyone laughed.
That evening, Xiangman treated everyone to dinner. At the dinner table, he discussed with his mother
the matter of meeting Jia Kui, the boss of the loan company, the next day. Aji insisted on going too, saying he wanted to protect his godmother. Xiangman couldn't persuade him otherwise and had to agree.
The next day, I couldn't go with him and could only wait for news at home.
When my mother came back that evening, I asked, "Mom, how did the talks go?"
My mother said, "It went well. Aman put in a lot of effort and got them to lower the interest rate from 5% to 2%
. Aman also paid the remaining balance for this month."
I was very happy to hear that the interest rate had been lowered so much. The next day, I learned the details from Aji. That
night, the two sides were openly and covertly attacking each other. At first, Boss Kui wouldn't budge an inch, but Xiangman remained calm and said, "Old Kui, if you're going to be so uncompromising
, then we can only become deadbeats." You can sue me in court, but if you dare to come to my door to harass me for debt collection,
you'd better ask me first.
Boss Kui had no choice but to compromise; both parties agreed to change the interest rate from 5% to 2%, with a five-year repayment period and
monthly installments of equal principal and interest. Even so, we still have to pay 200,000
yuan every month. Xiangman advanced 180,000 yuan to pay the first month's payment.
Hearing that we still had to pay 200,000 yuan every month, I turned pale. Mom didn't tell me the specifics last night because she did
n't want me to worry.
Aki also told a little anecdote. After the two sides reached an agreement, they started eating and drinking again. Jia Kui, emboldened by the alcohol, said,
"Actually, with Madam Lu's looks and temperament, if we go out for a few meals every month, paying off this debt won't be
a problem at all."
I was a little puzzled and asked Aki, "What does he mean by that? Where would such a good thing come from?"
Aki said, "It's not a good thing at all. It just means accompanying her to meals. Who knows
what other things might happen while we're eating together? My cousin said at the time, 'You know what kind of person Sister Lu is, Brother Kui. And do you think my sister
is the kind of person who would do such a thing?' Jia Kui chuckled a few times and quickly changed the subject. Think about it, my godmother is
so virtuous, she definitely wouldn't do such a thing."
The following month, Dad sent his salary back, a total of 60,000. Although Mom was the deputy
director of the Customs Anti-Smuggling Bureau (this story is purely fictional), her salary was only around 10,000. Fortunately, she also had a part-time job at the club, which earned her
more than 10,000. However, there was still a large gap between the 200,000 and the money. The day before the repayment due date of the second month, Aji arrived with a
stack of money, totaling 50,000 yuan. He said he had begged his mother to give him some of his New Year's money, and
she wouldn't give him any more.
His mother stroked Aji's head, too moved to speak. Aji said, "Godmother, don't worry about it, consider it
my early way of showing filial piety." This boy's words were as sweet as honey, making his mother's eyes redden
, and she hugged him tenderly.
Aji wasn't tall, only reaching his mother's shoulder, and he kept nuzzling his head against her soft, warm chest
, looking completely intoxicated.
After a while, his mother calmed down and released Aji, saying, "Aji, consider this money a loan from your godmother,
I will definitely pay you back later."
"I'll pay Aji back later!" I couldn't stand it anymore and quickly jumped in.
"Godmother, I already said it's money I gave you as a token of my respect, why do I have to pay it back? This little bit of money is nothing. I
'll take care of you for the rest of my life and earn lots and lots of money for you."
Mom was amused, but I was a little angry, thinking maliciously that if Aji's biological mother heard this,
she'd be furious. But this guy really is a good friend to take out so much money to pay off our debts, so let him
be smug for a while.
But even with Aji's 50,000 yuan, it still wasn't enough. Aji asked Mom how much more money she needed,
saying he'd borrow from his cousin. After all, he recognized Mom as his godmother, and with a higher generation, he had to pay more.
Mom really had no other choice. She'd already troubled Aman enough, so she might as well go all the way and remember
how many favors she owed her cousins.
Mom calculated that there was a total of 120,000 yuan, still 80,000 yuan short. Aji called Xiangman, who
agreed without hesitation.
This month's hardship was over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As for what to do about next month's challenges,
I really don't want to think about it, but Aki has already started thinking about Mom.
Aki said that his uncle, Xiang Man's father Xiang Bonan's Xiang family is very wealthy. Although Xiang Man is
the general manager of the club, it's actually just that Xiang Bonan let Xiang Man try managing a company first, and Xiang Man doesn't have much money on hand.
Financially, they only had a few million yuan in savings. He planned to persuade Xiangman to withdraw money from his father,
to pay off the five million yuan all at once, and then they could slowly repay Xiangman's debts, so they wouldn't have to
struggle so much every month.
His mother also thought this was a good solution. She gently pressed Aji's hand and said, "Aji,
saying too many words of thanks to you and Aman would seem hypocritical. If it doesn't put you in a difficult position, this is the best way. Our family
will definitely repay this money in the future, but this favor will probably never be fully repaid."
Aji grasped his mother's hands and said, "Godmother, don't talk about repaying favors. You care about me, and I'm filial
to you; these are all due favors, and there's no question of whether I should repay them."
"Good child, let your godmother take good care of you from now on." His mother looked at Aji with loving eyes, extending her other
hand to hold his. My mother gently stroked Aji's hand with her thumb,
as if conveying tender affection.
A few days later, Aji came to our house dejectedly, telling us that he had persuaded Xiangman, but Xiangman
hadn't convinced his father. Furthermore, Xiang Bonan had questioned Xiangman about his recent extravagant spending and restricted him to a monthly
cash limit of only 50,000 yuan.
This approach had failed. Seeing Aji's dejected look, my mother comforted him, saying, "It's okay. You and Aman have already
helped me a lot. Where there's a will, there's a way. We'll get through this."
"I have another idea," Aji said, "but it might require a little sacrifice from godmother."
My mother looked at Aji with a questioning gaze, waiting for him to continue.
"My aunt, Xiangman's mother, Gong Yuqing, is also very wealthy. Five million isn't a
large sum for her," Aji said. "Moreover, she often does yoga and spas at the Shuiyun Qingyi Club where my godmother works.
Xiangman and I can introduce you two. If you can build a good relationship with her, it's not impossible for her to lend you the money first
."
The mother smiled bitterly to herself, probably thinking this method was unreliable. The relationship between two women was never that
simple. However, she couldn't bear to refuse Aji's kindness, saying, "Thank you, Aji. It's not a grievance,
but the motives for making friends like this are a bit impure. Won't that be unfair to your aunt?" "
It's alright. Xiangman told me that his mother is aloof and has almost no friends. She also wants a close confidante.
Godmother, you're so gentle and kind; you'll definitely become best friends with my aunt.
You don't need to ask for money; Xiangman and I will just mention it indirectly. My aunt may seem cold, but she's kind-
hearted; she'll most likely help."
"Okay, you've racked your brains to find a solution. I'll give it a try," Mom said.
I felt a little sad. My mother, such a beautiful woman, had to accommodate another beautiful and wealthy woman. I could imagine
how uncomfortable she must feel. Even though our family was only moderately well-off, we didn't have to depend on others. It's
all Dad's fault, sigh.
In the days that followed, Mom continued to work part-time at the club at night, but she came home even later, probably
spending time with Gong Yuqing.
I didn't want to ask my mother directly, lest I hurt her sensitive feelings, so I could only try to find out some
information from Aji indirectly. Since Aji was one of the middlemen, he could actually communicate more with my mother.
Aji told me that after a period of contact, my mother and Gong Yuqing discovered they had a lot in common.
For example, they both loved yoga and dancing, and both enjoyed classical and Celtic music. They quickly
became friends; whenever my aunt went to the club, they would do yoga together and then a spa. Recently, they
even joined a weekend modern dance class together. This class had both men and women, and
beautiful women like my mother and Gong Yuqing were always the center of attention, attracting countless suitors, which annoyed them greatly. So, Gong
Yuqing started playing a male role, and under the guidance of the choreographer, the two entertained themselves.
"So, it seems there's hope of borrowing money?" I asked.
"They've only known each other for a short time, so it's still a bit awkward, but with Man Ge and me helping out, there's definitely no
problem," Aji assured me, patting his chest.
Regardless, there was new hope. I knew Mom had been under a lot of pressure and felt wronged, and I wanted to comfort
her, but I didn't know how to start. Besides, Mom works a regular job and does part-time work, and spends weekends with Gong Yuqing
, so she spends less and less time at home. We only get to exchange a few words each day.
Time flies, and it's almost the end of the month again, close to the monthly debt repayment date. Lately, Mom's eyes have been
a little unfocused. Maybe it's because she's too tired, or maybe it's because the loan issue hasn't been resolved, and she's preoccupied with it
?
This Saturday, Mom was unusually home resting. Dad called me via WeChat audio. I
chatted with Dad for a while, then gave the phone back to Mom and went to my room to do my homework. After a while, I noticed
there was no sound from the living room. I quietly opened the door and saw Mom silently weeping on the sofa.
My heart clenched. What was wrong with Mom? Even during the difficult months before, I
had never seen her so weak and helpless.
I rushed to my mother's side and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
She was still sobbing a little, wiping away her tears. "Nothing, I just missed your father."
My heart ached. I sat on the sofa, leaning against her, and said, "Mom, you work so hard. I really hate that
I can't help you."
"Silly child," my mother said, gently touching my face. "Studying hard is the biggest help you can give me
."
I took her hand and pressed it against my face. Her hand was soft and warm. I couldn't help but turn and kiss
her warm palm. She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly. I vaguely heard her sigh
, but she didn't pull her hand away again.
That evening, my mother went to work at the club again. I called Aki and asked, "Aki, it
's almost the end of the month, how's the loan going?"
"It's basically fine. Didn't your mother tell you?"
"No." I was about to mention my mother crying during the day, but I held back. I didn't want
to share my mother's feelings with Aki, so I changed the subject, saying, "Tell me the details."
"Everything went smoothly. Man Ge told her mother about your family's situation, and her mother only considered it for a moment before agreeing
to help. The next day, she even complained to her mother why she hadn't told her directly," Aji said. "However,
the repayment method might be a little different. Auntie said that most of her assets are in funds, bonds, and stocks, and she doesn't have five million
in spare cash. But lending 200,000 to godmother every month is still no problem. As for her loan, we
can repay it slowly in the future, and there's no interest."
I thought about it and couldn't figure out which repayment method was better for our family, but at least we wouldn't have to worry about
the monthly repayment. I was still very happy and said to Aji, "Thank you, Aji. I'll treat you
to dinner another day."
"Okay, I love godmother's cooking the most," Aji said happily.
We chatted for a while longer before hanging up.
With a heavy burden lifted from my heart, I threw myself onto the bed and started fantasizing about the wonderful
days to come. I must grow up quickly, earn lots of money for my mother, let her pay off her debts, buy her beautiful clothes, and
travel everywhere as a family.
I thought of my father, far away in a foreign land. He must be very lonely. I'll
talk to him longer next time we talk on the phone.
But something felt off, like a knot on a white wall, lingering and impossible to shake off
.
I remembered Mom's recent absent-minded look, and her helpless appearance when she cried today. Logically, with the repayment
hopeful, Mom should be as relaxed as I am now. Why is she worse than before?
Is it just because she misses Dad?
No, I sat up abruptly, suddenly feeling an intense urge to see Mom. She's been working at the club
for almost two months, and I haven't visited her yet. I'll take advantage of my free time tonight.
I found the address of Shuiyun Qingyi on Baidu; it's not far from our home, so I rode my electric scooter there.
In less than twenty minutes, I saw the luxuriously decorated facade of Shuiyun Qingyi. This club, combining swimming, fitness, and hot spring
spa, is a three-story building.
I parked my scooter nearby and went inside.
Once inside, I discovered that a card was required to enter the gym, and I guessed the spa upstairs was the same. I had no choice but
to ask the receptionist, "Excuse me, does Ms. Lu Yingbo work here?"
"Are you asking about Sister Lu? She hasn't been here for two weeks," the receptionist replied.
"Oh, then she…" The receptionist's answer surprised me, and I was momentarily speechless. I stammered
, "Okay, thank you, miss, goodbye!"
I tried my best to keep my steps steady, but my mind was a complete mess. My mother wasn't working here anymore;
where had she been these past few nights? Was she shopping with Gong Yuqing or something? But why hadn't she told me
?
I took out my phone to call my mother, but I had a feeling that if I made that call, I
wouldn't find out the truth.
I thought I'd ask Aji first, but I stopped after pressing a few keys. Although Aji and I were best friends, Xiangman
was his cousin. Could I trust him?
I rode home aimlessly, hoping to see my mother's car appear before me. I got home before nine
o'clock; Mom usually doesn't get home until 10:30 or even later.
I absentmindedly opened my textbooks to do my homework, but couldn't write anything for a long time, so I gave up.
I rummaged around the house, hoping to find something suspicious.
Opening the shoe cabinet, a strong smell of leather mixed with Mom's signature lotus scent wafted out. Inside were several pairs of Mom's
peep-toe heels and low-cut leather shoes, all her usual styles; there were no new designs. I picked up one of my
favorite sexy white suede mesh peep-toe heels, examined it carefully, but found no trace of the legendary semen stains.
I inwardly cursed myself for being perverted. Gently touching the pointed toe of the peep-toe, I wondered where Mom was now
.
I also looked through the drawers in Mom's room. There were sexy lace bras and semi-transparent panties—things
Mom used to wear; I recognized them because I'd secretly seen them drying on the balcony before. I didn't see
any lingerie, and certainly no used birth control pills. A sense of relief 　　washed over me.
It seemed I'd been a bit paranoid, influenced by those "green mother" novels. Maybe Mom was just
shopping with Ms. Gong, but she felt it wasn't appropriate to tell me. After tidying up Mom's things, I went back to my room, turned off the light, and lay in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. 　　In the quiet darkness, my mind raced with chaotic thoughts. I tossed and turned until after eleven o'clock when 　　I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Mom was home. 　　Pretending to go to the bathroom, I sleepily asked Mom, who was changing her shoes in the entryway, "Mom, 　　why are you so late tonight?" 　　"Well, I went to a beauty salon with Ms. Gong after work, so I was a little late," Mom said calmly. 　　My heart felt like it had suddenly fallen into an empty void, leaving me adrift. Mom was lying to me. My always virtuous mother 　　had lied to me, and so calmly, without a trace of panic. 　　I couldn't speak anymore. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I went to the bathroom and returned to my room. Behind me, I heard my mother's still 　　cold voice: "Goodnight, Xiaofeng." 　　Lying in bed, I vaguely heard my mother go into the bathroom, wash up, and then return to her room, closing 　　the door behind her. 　　In the darkness, two streams of cold tears silently flowed down my cheeks. I pinched the jade pendant on my chest and 　　kissed it. Suddenly, I missed my father terribly. Father, where are you? Do you know that Mother might have done 　　something to betray us? 　　I don't know if my tears soaked into the jade pendant, but when I put it back on my chest, I felt a cool sensation penetrate my body, 　　soothing my wounded heart and gradually calming my turbulent emotions. 　　In a daze, I seemed to open a door made of yin and yang symbols. I looked outside; 　　everything was white. Hesitating whether to go out, I was suddenly pushed hard from behind, and I stumbled and fell 　　out. 　　Suddenly, I found myself on a high platform, with a square below. Countless people surrounded the platform 　　. I was momentarily stunned. Was I some important person? Why were so many people here to pay homage to me?

Suddenly, two hands shoved me onto my back. I turned around angrily—who dared to treat me so rudely! Behind me stood
two cold-faced soldiers, their armor antique in style. They pushed me forward. I tried to resist, but
found my upper body tightly bound.
Just as I panicked, a cry rang out beside me. I looked and saw two small children waving
their little hands at me, crying their hearts out. Several women who looked like concubines were holding them tightly, their
faces also streaked with tears.
These were my children! When did I give birth? I was staggered and pushed to the center of the platform.
The crowd below began to shout and roar, throwing all sorts of things onto the platform—eggs, pebbles,
and even a bunch of flowers.
I was pushed to the center of the platform, where I saw a square wooden stake, dented in the middle.
What was going on?
Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out from behind the platform: "It's noon! Execution!"
Damn it, this is the guillotine! Am I going to be beheaded? No! I haven't done anything since I transmigrated!
I was brutally pressed onto that concave platform, looking around in terror. Wasn't anyone coming to save me? To shout "Spare
my life!" or something?
Suddenly, I saw my mother. She was dressed in plain clothes, kneeling and weeping
before a figure in a tall crown and magnificent robes, pleading for something.
"Mother, Mother!" I tried to call out, but no sound came out.
My mother looked at me through tear-filled eyes. Our gazes met in mid-air, and then everything went black…
A surge of resentment swept my soul soaring into the heavens. I turned back one last time; my mother had already fainted
. A pang of pain shot through my heart: "Mother, who will protect you now?"
Suddenly, everything before me vanished, and I was plunged into darkness,
the pain of parting from my mother still lingering in my heart.
A faint voice came from beyond the heavens: "Xuwei Star Lord failed his tribulation and has entered the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal realm. He has accumulated merit for
thirty-three lifetimes, and the Nine-Hearted Joyful Jade Pendant has returned to its rightful owner!"
In a daze, I suddenly felt a warmth on my chest. I reached up and touched it; it was the jade pendant.
I slowly came to my senses. Was I dreaming? Was I awake now?
This dream was too real, too terrifying. Could this be my mother and my past life? What was that voice behind me?
No matter what, in this life, I must protect my mother well; I must never lose her again.

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