[My Mother's Campus Romance Story] (2. Dad Sees Strange Men's Leather Shoes)

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2. Dad saw unfamiliar men's leather shoes.
Mom almost fainted when she heard this. Was she destined to never have children again?
After returning home, Mom didn't dare tell Dad the truth. It was best not to tell him, because telling him would inevitably damage his self-esteem and
make their relationship even more disharmonious. Besides, maybe the reason he couldn't get pregnant now was because Dad was too busy with his career
and was always absent-minded during sex. When more young people came to his
workplace, she would secretly find connections to change him to a less demanding position, and then try various methods to arouse his sexual interest. "I don't believe I'll never get pregnant!"
I was just thinking about how Mom's shy expression when facing Teacher Lu reminded me of her
calm expression when my penis was erect and I ejaculated pre-ejaculate, and her resentful expression towards Dad, when Teacher Lu started testing me. Mom gently
pushed me, and I was jolted out of my reverie.
"I asked you what extracurricular books you usually read? What TV programs do you like to watch? Although my main point is that parents,
teachers, and students should treat each other equally, it doesn't mean I can tolerate mutual disrespect. I'm asking you again. Were you
daydreaming and spacing out just now?"
"Maybe it's because I've been away from school for a summer vacation and am now in a new school, so I haven't adjusted yet.
I apologize for my rudeness earlier!" As I said this, I stood up and bowed again. He smiled and asked me to sit down.
I answered the questions fluently, and he smiled with satisfaction.
At this moment, several more parents brought their children in for interviews, and those who came in after us were already getting impatient
.
Teacher Lu reluctantly took out the forms, filled them out, and prepared to hand them to us. At this moment, I don't know where I
got the courage, but I actually said to Teacher Lu, "Teacher, may I ask you a question?" After receiving affirmation,
I said, "You're so handsome, you could easily outshine many male stars. Why didn't you become a star but instead went to the United States
to study education?"
"Haha, well, this is a problem. First, my family is a scholarly family. If I were to enter the entertainment industry and become an actress
, it would be a disgrace to our family. In ancient times, the clan head would have to kick me out of the house. Even though actors seem to have a higher status now, a
scholarly family like ours still disdains being entertainers. Second, the entertainment industry is
a low-IQ circle that fools itself and the public. If I went in, not only would I not be able to use my talents, but outsiders would also mistakenly think I'm
mentally challenged. Finally, most of the so-called famous actresses in the entertainment industry are just mediocre and faded beauties. That's the most disgusting
and nauseating thing!"
Teacher Lu looked longingly at my mother as she stood up and pulled me towards an office inside. I knew that
the look they had just exchanged was the look of lovers in the throes of passion. For them to have that look on their face upon their first meeting—
was it love at first sight?
Wow, the teacher in the inner room was definitely a stunning beauty compared to my former female classmates, but she
paled in comparison to my mother, and they seemed to be completely different types: First of all, their hairstyles were different
; my mother had long, straight hair that was slightly dyed orange, while she had short hair that reached her ears; my mother had a round,
oval face, while she had a cute, apple-shaped face; their skin was similar, both fair with a rosy glow
; and their breasts were also different. The reason my mother's breasts were so alluring wasn't because of their size or height, but
because they were perfectly proportioned to her figure. Why don't many women who have had breast augmentation get more
attention? Because their unattractive figures paired with such shockingly large breasts only evoke more
repulsion! This teacher, on the other hand, had a completely flat chest, so when she saw my mother, she just stared intently at my mother
's breasts.
She looked only a few years older than me. If Mr. Lu was a slow-paced, handsome man, she was a passionate
and outgoing beautiful woman. My mother and I hit it off immediately.
My interactions with her were limited to asking about my artistic interests, English grades, and so on. She would be our
English and art teacher, but she mainly chatted with my mother.
"Haha, my name is Zhong Xintong. Lu Ming, the guy who interviewed you earlier, is my boyfriend. We
got together in our first year of university; he was 15 and I was 14. He came back from studying in the US this year, and I just finished my
art studies in the UK. We plan to get married in about a year." She became increasingly animated as she spoke.
"Sister Qiao'er, you don't mind me calling you that, do you? Or should I just call you Sister Qiao?"
"No way! I don't want to end up like her, sold into a brothel by my cruel uncle!" Only
when chatting with her, a fellow woman, could my mother truly open up and laugh without restraint.
"I bet you were born on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, just like me, Qiao'er?"
"No, it's because I was born on Valentine's Day."
"No wonder you have such captivating peach blossom eyes. If I were a man, I'd be mesmerized too
." Having quickly become familiar with each other, the mother, upon hearing this, playfully pretended to spank her.
Just then, more parents and students came in, and they became serious again.
After the parents and students left, they chatted about makeup and hair—
topics of common concern to women. Teacher Zhong told me to wait outside, then closed the door and, touching my mother's long, flowing hair, asked
, "Qiao'er, did you just dye your hair this orange-yellow?"
"Actually, I rarely dye my hair. It was just yesterday afternoon that I suddenly felt like it. I couldn't resist the young man's
smooth talk at the hair salon and dyed it this orange-yellow."
"That's quite a coincidence! Lu Ming also dyed his hair yesterday afternoon, the same
orange-yellow as you, and even changed his 6/4 part to a middle part. Also, I think Qiao'er was
only willing to let that young man make money because he was handsome and charming to you, right? Haha!"
"You're talking nonsense again. You don't act like a teacher at all. I have to go home," my mother said, standing up to leave.
"Wait a minute, Sister Qiao'er, please leave your phone number, WeChat ID, and QQ number. Parents and teachers need to
communicate frequently in the future, so it'll be convenient."
The matter was finally settled. As the mother said goodbye, Lu Ming shook her hand for a long time, reluctant to let go. One last look...
We were all a little reluctant to part.
It was already getting dark outside, and when we got to the apartment building, my mother realized she'd forgotten her bag.
When we rushed back to the registration point, the last parent and student were being interviewed. My mother smiled slightly at Teacher Lu and
went straight into the inner room.
"Oh, Qiao'er, you're finally back! I was just about to call you to tell you to come pick up your bag, but I found
your phone in it. I was planning to deliver it to your place after work and check the door, so it'll
be easier for future home visits."
"Thank you so much! What happened? Were you crying?" My mother then noticed tears in Zhong Xintong's eyes
. How could such a passionate and outgoing woman shed tears?
"Just now, a student thought he could stay, but I disagreed. Perhaps I went a bit
too far in my argument, because he shoved me, and I almost hit my head on the doorframe."
"Here's what we're going to do: you two, the perfect couple, go to your sister Qiao'er's house after work.
It'll be a way to reconcile you two, and also a temporary thank-you dinner for the teachers. Once school officially starts, my husband and I will host a formal banquet
for all of you teachers at a hotel."
"Really? That's wonderful!" Teacher Zhong, as if injected with adrenaline, suddenly became enthusiastic
and exuberant again.
While Teacher Lu and Teacher Zhong were busy tidying up their office, my mother called the restaurant's delivery hotline. She had
learned from their earlier chat that Teacher Zhong was from Sichuan, so she specially ordered spicy Sichuan cuisine (Zhong Xintong said that Lu Ming
also loved Sichuan food because of his love for the restaurant), even though my mother herself didn't particularly enjoy Sichuan food.
"Teacher Lu, would you do me the honor of visiting my humble abode?" Seeing that Teacher Zhong was still deliberately
ignoring Lu Ming, my mother had no choice but to invite her directly.
"It's not very convenient for me to go alone, is it? After all, I haven't met your husband yet."
"No, Teacher Zhong is coming too. Don't worry, I'll help you two get together. My husband has always been very respectful to teachers,
and he'll definitely be overjoyed to see you two willing to visit our home."
Along the way, Mom and Zhong Xintong walked ahead, chatting and laughing all the way, while Lu Ming and I followed behind,
making small talk.
Not long after we got home, the young man from the restaurant delivered the food Mom had ordered. Coincidentally, just as Mom was about to close the door,
Dad came home too. It was rare that he didn't have to work overtime!
"You rascal, don't you have to work overtime today? You're back so early?" Mom said, her face full of displeasure and annoyance, but also
half-jokingly.
"You old hag, aren't you happy that your husband is back so early? Have you hooked up with some young gigolo and are you disgusted with your
husband?" Dad said, whether half-jokingly or seriously, his words clearly revealed his authority.
"Why are there a pair of men's shoes by the door?" The tone was clearly that of a husband caught in the act of adultery,
uttering it with undisguised confidence.
Mom quickly interrupted in a low voice, "You rascal, keep your voice down! These are Dongdong's new homeroom teacher and English teacher visiting.
What nonsense are you trying to spout?"
Dad then noticed a pair of strange women's shoes not far from the unfamiliar men's shoes, and absentmindedly
forced a smile, "My dear wife, please calm down. I wronged you. Apologize, okay?"
At that moment, Zhong Xintong and Lu Ming were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, silently watching TV. Zhong Xintong
, with her keen hearing, heard voices coming from the doorway and quickly ran there.
"Oh, Qiao'er's husband is home. How should I address you?"
"Hehe, since you call my wife 'sister,' then of course I'm your Brother Xiang, and my son
is your godson."
"Brother Xiang, that won't do. Our experimental class advocates for equal treatment between parents, teachers, and students. So, '
godson' is very inappropriate. You are our brothers and sisters, and we are Dongdong's brothers and sisters."
Lu Ming only slowly got up to greet my father when he saw him enter. After calling him "Brother," he
extended his hand to shake mine with the very manners of an English gentleman. My mother, seeing his charmingly gentlemanly demeanor,
was filled with approval and tenderness in her eyes; she practically gave Lu Ming countless "thumbs up" with her gaze.
Lu Ming's hand was warm and full of youthful wildness and restlessness, while my father's hand, in this not-so-cool
late summer/early autumn season, revealed an infinite sadness.
Mom and Zhong Xintong laughed and chatted like best friends as they walked towards her private wardrobe. When she came out, Mom had
changed out of her slightly sweaty white dress and flesh-colored stockings, and into a sleeveless black silk
dress that revealed her shoulders, along with black stockings and black high heels. Why not high-heeled sandals? Shouldn't she
wear flip-flops at home?
Apparently, she thought the color of sandals wouldn't match her black stockings.
Seeing Mom dressed like this, Dad said sarcastically to Lu Ming sitting beside him, "Brother, look at
my wife, is she out of her mind? Wearing high heels at home in this heat!"
Little did he know, it was all Zhong Xintong who had made her dress this way.
"You're the one who's sick! The air conditioning's on at home, so wearing heels isn't hot at all. I like wearing them , that's all that matters
! You're just a vulgar old man with no appreciation for art!"
"I think Sister Qiao'er looks great in this outfit. If it were posted online, she'd be more famous than any celebrity.
I really envy my brother for being so lucky to marry such a perfect wife—no, every man in the world would envy him!" Lu Ming
said, glancing repeatedly at my mother. It seemed her sexy outfit was exactly to his liking.
"What's there to envy? She's just a vulgar woman with an empty spirit and no career aspirations! She
always accuses me of being a workaholic, but she doesn't understand that without our research, where would human technological progress come from?"
Lu Ming and Zhong Xintong quickly tried to mediate between the two sides. Originally, my mother was supposed to be trying to reconcile the young couple, but now the roles were reversed
.
Dinner began. I ate a few bites and then went to play on the computer. At the small round table, Mom and Lu Ming sat next to each other.
From his angle, he could clearly see Mom's long, black-stockinged legs and delicate feet. Because the high heels were so stuffy, Mom
's beautiful feet had long since completely protruded from them. Her ten toes, sweaty and itchy, involuntarily
made all sorts of playful, cute, and sexy movements, making Lu Ming's heart flutter. If he weren't afraid of my dad's reaction...
Now, he longed to immediately stretch out his sweaty yet youthful feet and have a
passionate encounter with my mother's delicate feet under the table. He knew perfectly well that my mother's feet were still virgin territory,
still in a virgin state.
Zhong Xintong sat on the other side of my mother, leaving my father's sides empty. Fortunately, they kept
toasting each other, keeping the atmosphere lively.

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