My Son and His Mother (Full Text)

(I)

I used to be just a poor schoolteacher in the countryside, but when I was twenty-five, my beloved wife tragically passed away

. Grief-stricken, I took my three-year-old daughter, Honghong, and moved to the provincial capital. I first

worked at an appliance stall, and later, after saving some money, I partnered with someone to open an appliance store. Due to good management,

my store soon became quite well-known in the provincial capital, attracting many customers. By

the age of thirty-one, my business had achieved considerable success. The store continued to expand, and I was now

the boss in public and in private.

That same year, Minding entered my life. She was originally a cashier at the appliance store, but her beauty

and generosity attracted me. She really resembled my ex-wife; they were both composed, not talkative, and exuded a

dignified air. I don't know if I truly loved her or if I loved her resemblance to my ex-wife. In any case, we married when she was twenty-

two . It's always easier for a boss to pursue an employee. Honghong neither

disliked . I knew that girls were always like that; after all, she wasn't her biological mother, although Minding

was quite good to her. One day, Honghong asked me if she could live at school. I didn't object. Honghong had always been a very individualistic

girl, and I knew she would leave this family sooner or later. Children grow up and should fly away.

Minding was very good to me; she didn't care that I was almost ten years older than her. Life after marriage was good. With my

efforts , Minding soon became pregnant, and ten months later, we had a lovely boy. I named him

Xiaolong, and my Wang family now had an heir.

I spoiled Xiaolong, and Minding did the same, giving him whatever he wanted, treating him like a little emperor. Sometimes

I couldn't help but worry that Xiaolong would become very domineering, but unexpectedly, he wasn't like other children. He was well-

behaved, didn't cause trouble, and was usually quiet, looking around. Looking at him, I unconsciously felt full of strength again.

I had to prepare a large fortune for him so that he could live a life of comfort and security when he grew up. I worked even harder

to manage my electronics store. Within two years, I had four chain stores in the city. Min Ding stayed

home full-time to take care of the children.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed. Xiao Long is now a fifteen-year-old boy, looking a lot like me,

but his personality is different. He's like a girl, always wanting to be with his mother. I think it's probably because I'm rarely home

with him. But it's good that he's quiet; he won't cause trouble, unlike my friend A Fa's child,

who's always fighting at school, and the teacher comes to visit every day. It gives A Fa a headache, and he's always envious of me for having such a

well-behaved son. I'm content.

Life is pretty good, but things at home are slowly changing.

One morning, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw my wife washing her face, and my fifteen-year-old son was hugging and kissing his mother

behind her . I've seen him like this often these days. Still acting like a child. I laughed dismissively,

"What are you doing, kid? Trying to take advantage of your mother?!"

My son looked at his mother, turned to me with a grin, and walked away.

Min Ding glared at me and scolded, "What? Jealous of your son? Spend more time with us when you're free."

I glanced at her and said, "I want to, but the whole family depends on me for food."

Min Ding came over and smiled, "My dear boss, it's not that serious."

I pulled her over. She's thirty-seven this year, but even more beautiful and charming than before, her figure

hasn't changed at all. I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and patted her bottom. Min Ding pushed me away and scolded, "

Alright , we're an old married couple, don't let the child see."

"Hey, even Xiao Long can do that, but I can't handle a pat."

"Okay, you know, he's still young. He's been with me since he was little, you should go to work."

I checked my watch, oh, it's almost time. I quickly washed my face, got dressed, and went out. Min Ding and

Xiao Long stood at the door and said goodbye. This mother and son have been very kind to me lately. Before, only Min Ding would see me off, but

recently even Xiao Long often comes to the door to see me off. It seems this child has really grown up. It feels so

good ! I went to work full of confidence.

When I arrived at the company, the employees were already open for business. There are usually few customers in the morning, so we only did some preparation

work . Entering the office, Ah Fa was already there. He was looking at the news on his computer and said to me, "Boss!

I saw your wife and a man going to the movies yesterday, they were so affectionate!" This guy, every day when he sees me

, he jokes about us, this old man and young woman. I didn't take it personally, and he continued without restraint.

"Hey, boss. I'm talking about you, no reaction at all?" This kid is getting more and more into it.

"Okay, I believe you, did you see who it was?"

"I saw it.

" "Who?" I had no choice but to play along.

"Xiao Long! Hahaha!" Ah Fa said, laughing to himself.

I ignored him, sat down in my chair, and looked at next month's purchase plan. This kid wasn't done yet, he came

over . "Hey boss, are you up to it? Your wife's so young, and you're not so young anymore

. It'll damage our manly image, won't it? Want me to get you some Viagra or something?"

I smiled and ignored him. But to be honest, after all these years of running a business, I'm really starting to

feel the strain . Luckily, Min Ding doesn't seem interested in that kind of thing, and he hasn't done anything with it. I don't want those

aphrodisiacs ruining my health, that damn Fa.

Seeing I didn't say anything, Fa laughed for a while longer before getting back to work.

A little while later, my secretary, Xiao Zhang, came in asking for a floppy disk. She'd copied a copy of the third quarter's budget

for me yesterday, which I'd taken home and revised. But after my argument with Min Ding this morning, I'd completely forgotten about it. I hadn't

brought . Well, I happened to have some business to attend to at the Industry and Commerce Bureau anyway, so I decided to go home to get the disk and stop by

the Bureau on the way.

I drove up to the front door, and my son rushed out. He paused for a moment when he saw me, then quickly lowered his head. I

said, "Hurry up! Xiaolong, what's wrong with you? It's so late. Didn't you get up early?" My son mumbled

something and left with his mountain bike.

I took off my shoes and went inside. I saw that the living room floor had been mopped, but the bedrooms hadn't. My son's room

was tidy, but our master bedroom was still a mess. Sigh, Minding spent all morning doing so little

? "Xiaoding!" I called out loudly.

"Ah, it's you! Why are you back?" Min Ding's voice came from the bathroom. What's going on

? Didn't he shower this morning? Why is he showering again now?

I didn't bother thinking about it anymore. I went to the study to get a floppy disk. Min Ding came out of the bathroom, her hair disheveled

and her face flushed. "What are you doing, letting Xiao Long go to school so late? You, as his mother, should remind

him," I said.

"Okay, okay, he said his neck hurt a little, so I checked it out for him," Min Ding said,

not daring to look at me, and walked past me.

"You tidy up the house, I'm going," I said.

Just as I was about to leave with the floppy disk, the phone rang. I picked it up and it was my son's teacher calling

. She said Xiao Long had been frequently late lately and had even missed two classes, something that had never happened before. Although I

was a little angry, I still replied that Xiao Long hadn't been feeling well lately. The teacher said Xiaolong was twenty

minutes and was being stopped at the door by the teacher on duty. I asked the teacher to let my son come over for a phone call and scolded him a few times. Actually

, I still love my son; he's a late-in-life child. Xiaolong admitted his mistake and then hung up.

When he came home from school that evening, I naturally gave him a lecture, asking him why he was

always late. Minding explained for him, "He hasn't been feeling well lately!"

I said, "Don't spoil him too much; I think he's just lazy!"

My son, who had been silent with his head down, smiled but didn't argue. However, I was also worried that my son might actually be sick,

so I said, "If he's really not feeling well, go to the hospital for a checkup."

My wife said, "Yes, Mom will take you to the hospital another day."

Xiaolong responded, "Okay," and then went back to eating.

The next morning, before I left, I specifically reminded my son, "Go to school after breakfast; don't dawdle

." Xiaolong nodded, and the two of us saw me off as usual.

After arriving at the electronics store and working for a while, I called the school: "Teacher Li? Xiaolong

wasn't late today, was he?"

Teacher Li replied, "No. Old Wang, I saw you scolded him yesterday."

"Oh, it's all thanks to you teachers!"

I then boasted about how well I'd managed to get my son to school. Teacher Li listened for a while and said,

"But he hasn't been concentrating much lately, he keeps spacing out in class. You should ask him what the reason is."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Li." I hung up. Ah Fa, that kid, immediately came over.

"Haha, buddy, you've finally met your match! How does it feel to have the teacher complain?"

"Come on, my Xiaolong isn't fighting, he's just a kid, he's not paying attention in class. I don't know why,"

I said.

Ah Fa perked up again, "Hey, boss, you're a man, don't you ever care about your son?

Don't you think about why he can't concentrate at this age?"

I looked at him and said, "Why? I really don't know."

"Oh, my dear boss," Ah Fa slapped his thigh, "Puberty, boss! Didn't you go through it too

?"

Right, now that Ah Fa said that, it really made sense. This kid is fifteen this year, way past puberty,

he must be thinking about girls. Sigh, I can understand, we went through that too. Thinking this, I felt

much better. It'll be fine in a few years; everyone has to go through this. As long as he doesn't do anything bad or

follow bad influences, it's fine.

That evening, I casually asked my son about school, then asked him why he couldn't concentrate in class.

He didn't answer, only saying, "I'll change."

This kid, not telling the truth. Actually, I knew who would tell the truth. I was just asserting my fatherly authority

. Lying in bed that night, I asked Min Ding about her son's recent condition. Min Ding said, "Nothing special,

don't worry. Boys are like this when they grow up."

This coincided with what A Fa had said, and I felt relieved. She also told me not to worry too much in the future, that she would

take good care of our son. I thought so too. Min Ding loves her son very much, and besides, they are very close. He

would definitely tell her anything, and she wouldn't stand idly by while Xiao Long was behaving badly.

I inexplicably didn't sleep well that night. I thought about it and felt that I had some responsibility. I was a little worried that

if my son made bad friends outside and didn't tell his mother, it would be difficult to handle. He is the only

son in the Wang family, and I'm not young anymore. I may not have paid much attention to him before, but now I need to pay more attention to him

. From now on, I will start to pay attention to my son's behavior. A strict father and a loving

mother have many problems, and I need to be careful. So I secretly resolved to keep an eye on my son. Of course, I didn't dare tell Min Ding

, lest she accuse me of interfering with my son's human rights, which would damage my image as a father.

A few days later, I had some free time, so I borrowed A Fa's new car. Using it as cover, I

drove to the corner near my apartment after arriving at the company. A Fa's car was covered with sunshade, so

it was impossible to see inside from the outside. I sat in the back, and even from the uncovered side, it was difficult to see me, and even if someone did see me,

they wouldn't be able to make out what I was seeing.

Soon, my son rushed down, buttoning his clothes as he ran, his hair disheveled, his face a little red, and he pushed

his bicycle away. Min Ding said from the balcony, "Don't ride too fast, there's still time, be careful on the road!" I leaned

my head against the car window and looked up at the balcony. Min Ding was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled, watching her son's retreating

figure. When I left in the morning, she had already changed out of her pajamas and was even wearing an apron while making breakfast. Why was she changing clothes again now

?

I followed my son in my car, watching him pedal hard and speed towards school, his eyes

fixed straight . Nothing happened. He didn't seem to be hanging out with any bad friends.

The next day I followed him again. This time he was on time, coming downstairs early, his clothes neat and tidy

. Min-ding was also dressed neatly when she saw him off on the balcony, just like I had seen him when I left that morning. Strange

, it was different from yesterday.

Why was it different between the two days? Why was he dressed neatly the day before, ready to leave for school

, but now he was disheveled? I felt the problem lay at home. I suddenly desperately wanted to know what was going on

at home , so I decided to find a hiding place inside.

On the third day, while Min-ding was making breakfast in the kitchen, my son went to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to open the door and say

, "I'm not eating breakfast, I'm leaving." But I didn't leave. I slammed the door shut and quickly hid under

my bed in my room. It's ridiculous that the head of the household has to hide under the bed.

After a while, I heard the sound of running water, and my son came out of the bathroom. The two of them sat at the dining table, and Min-ding

said, "Your dad is acting strange today. He seemed to be in a hurry and left without eating."

My son said, "Maybe he had something urgent."

Min-ding didn't say anything, and the two of them started eating breakfast. I could hear the mother and son

talking I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could sense their affection. Min-ding occasionally giggled. I

peeked out from under the bed and could see a corner of the dining room. The mother and son were sitting very close, almost touching.

The son even rubbed his leg against his wife's leg. They were so clingy! Min-ding really spoils him like that.

As they ate, the son's hand reached down, lifted his wife's skirt, and touched her thigh,

stroking it back and forth. No way! My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode. This kid, how could he do this!

"Alright, hurry up and eat, you have to go to school," Min Ding scolded.

"Mom," Xiao Long said coquettishly, "It's still early today, didn't you say we could come every other day?"

"You, all you think about is this, instead of studying properly, your dad's already scolded you," Min Ding said.

"I know, I'm really serious now, I'll definitely do well on the midterms, Mom, don't worry, I

promise you," the son patted his chest.

As she spoke, her thigh brushed against Min Ding's lap again. I saw Min Ding's arms encircle her son, and the son naturally sat

on his wife's lap. The two of them embraced, and I could hear their kissing sounds. Oh my god,

I felt dizzy and wanted to rush out immediately. But, what could I say? One was my

only son, and the other was my beloved wife. What could I do? If I rushed out, how could I

save face? How would it end? I held back. I couldn't go out; in fact, I dared not go out.

Min Ding pushed her son away: "Go downstairs and see if your dad's car is still there?"

The son excitedly ran downstairs like a whirlwind, full of energy, and rushed back in less than half a minute:

"He's gone!"

"Okay, then close the door." Min Ding said.

The son closed the door and immediately threw himself into his mother's arms. "Not here," Min Ding said.

"Then, let's go to my room, okay? We haven't been to my room yet." The son said.

"Okay!" Min Ding agreed.

Then, I saw their feet slowly walking towards Xiaolong's room, very slowly, stopping and starting

, until they disappeared. Then I heard the door close. A moment later, I heard my son's bed creak heavily

, and my heart sank.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed me; I lay under the bed, seemingly too weak to move. My mind was blank

. Soon after, I heard sounds coming from inside the room—the sounds of adults doing it,

very intense, along with Xiaolong's heavy breathing. Minding was also panting, occasionally whispering, "Gently,

don't rush, gently, don't tire yourself out." But the intense sounds continued; Xiaolong must have been working very hard.

My hands trembled. After a while, things gradually quieted down. The door opened. I

heard the mother and son whispering as they hurried out. When their feet came into view, I noticed Minding's high heels

were gone; she was barefoot, and my son had changed from leather shoes to slippers, without socks.

"Hurry up, you need to go to school. I told you not to rush around like that, but you wouldn't listen," Min Ding said softly.

"Mom, you're so good to me, I couldn't help it!" Xiao Long said, moving closer to Min Ding again.

"Alright, hurry up, go to school. You'll be late. Or, Mom can take you in her car."

"No need, I've said it before, I'm a man, I don't need Mom to take me. My classmates will laugh at me if they see.

Besides, Teacher Li also said that parents shouldn't drive us. We need to develop the good habit of independence."

"Come on, you're independent, always clinging to Mom. Okay, go ahead."

Min Ding went into our room, and I noticed that she was only wearing pajamas today, and underneath... she definitely wasn't

wearing anything. Then she sat on the bed above my head, creaked around for a bit, and put on her clothes before leaving.

"Goodbye, Mom," Xiao Long said.

"Goodbye, be careful on your way."

The door closed, and my son's footsteps came from the hallway, sounding hurried.

Min Ding rushed into the room, ran to the balcony, leaned down, and shouted, "Slow down! Be careful on the road

!"

I saw her stand on the balcony for a full five minutes before slowly turning back, her steps becoming languid. After

sitting on the bed for a while, she got up and left. Judging from her voice, she seemed to be cleaning outside, but her movements were very slow,

stopping and starting. Occasionally, she would come into the room, open the wardrobe, and then close it again.

After a long time, I heard her dial a phone: "Hello, Sister Mei? Has she arrived yet? I'm ready, I'll

be right there." I knew she was going to her friends' place to play mahjong. Soon, she locked the door and left. Only

after hearing the sound of an Alto car fading away downstairs did I crawl out from under the bed.

The dining room was cleaned up, and the chairs were all placed against the table. Everything in my son's room was tidy, and the trash can

was emptied. Going to the bathroom, I saw my wife's underwear hanging on the hanger, still dripping water, and the mirror

was still fogged up. I looked at the trash can again and found it was very full. An idea struck me, and I went over to search it carefully. When I found

it, my limbs went weak, and my heart pounded as if it would burst: several wads of toilet paper stained with sticky fluid, a

twisted condom with a clear liquid inside that felt warm to the touch. I collapsed to

the floor.

That evening, back home, looking at my son and wife, I truly didn't know what to do. But for the sake of my pride, I could only

swallow my anger and wait and see. Min-ding sensed my change. That night in bed, with my back to her,

she leaned against me, her warm body pressed against mine. "What's wrong? You don't look well," Min-ding asked with

concern .

"Nothing, probably just too tired," I lied.

"Then let me massage you."

Before I could say no, Min-ding's hands were already massaging my shoulders. Her full breasts pressed against my

back, soft and yielding. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but think of the scene that morning with her and my son. I originally...

I thought I would be angry, but strangely, I felt a strange impulse. To be honest, it had been a long time since I had

sex with Min-ding.

I tried to stop myself from thinking about it, but the creaking of the bed that morning kept echoing in my ears.

Suddenly, I rolled over and pressed myself against Min-ding. My lower body was incredibly hard, which was quite rare.

Min-ding felt it too. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said shyly, "Really? How come you

're so strong?"

I didn't say anything, nor did I want to. I just felt a kind of irritation that needed to be released. I roughly tore open

Min-ding 's pajamas and underwear, spread her legs, and then thrust hard into her. "Ah!" Min-ding

moaned softly. "You jerk, slow down, why are you in such a hurry?"

I panted heavily, ignoring her, and just kept thrusting inside. Min-ding's vagina was still very dry, and it

was also very uncomfortable for me to enter, but hearing her moans gave me a sense of revenge. I thrust desperately, and soon

I was inside Min-ding's deepest point. Perhaps Min-ding felt a little guilty towards me, because she quickly began

to respond to , her waist twisting like a snake. Was she like this with her son too? I was stimulated even more,

gritting my teeth and thrusting hard, each time reaching her core. Soon, Min-ding began to moan, and her vagina

secreted a lot of lustful fluid. It felt so good; I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I thrust vigorously, making the bed

creak. After dozens of thrusts, before I even thought about ejaculating, the pleasure came over me, and I

couldn't help but ejaculate the semen that had been accumulating for more than two months. Min-ding held me tightly, savoring this last

bit of pleasure.

I collapsed onto Min-ding's body, panting heavily. She gently stroked my back and said, "Tell me honestly, what triggered you

today ? Why are you suddenly so intense?"

I let out a long sigh. "Nothing, it's been a while. If I don't come soon, my wife

might run off with someone else."

"You, if you're tired, don't be so impulsive and talk nonsense!" she scolded.

"It seems like we haven't done it in a long time, don't you? Do you ever crave it?" I joked.

"Come on, you old lecher. I do crave it, so what? We have a child, what's there to crave? We're

an old married couple . Do you have some kind of problem outside? Trying to pressure me with that." Min Ding laughed as she spoke.

"Do you think I have a problem?" I asked her with a forced smile.

"You're disgusted with my son and me." Min Ding pouted.

"Alright, go to sleep." I was speechless. To be honest, I hadn't figured out what to do yet

. After venting, I felt much calmer, so I lowered my head and fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up feeling completely listless. I decided not to go to the company. To be honest,

I didn't want to give them, mother and son, any opportunity. I lay in bed watching them brush their teeth, wash their faces, and eat breakfast.

Xiaolong's face was filled with disappointment, and he only left the house after being pushed by Minding.

After my son left, Minding asked if I wanted to see a doctor. I said I didn't want to. Minding looked at me and seemed to

be alright . She took my temperature, which was normal. So she was relieved.

"Serves you right for being so vigorous last night!" Minding tapped my forehead and said, "You're not young anymore, be more careful.

Why are you showing off?"

My heart skipped a beat. Yes, I'm almost fifty, while Minding is in her prime.

Although very wealthy, some things can't be bought with money. From this perspective, it's quite normal.

Besides, she didn't do anything outside; that person was my own son. Their mother-son bond was understandable . Oh God, why did I even think of this? My mind

is a mess, my head is heavy again, and I drifted off to sleep. 　　I stayed home for two days, perfectly fine, very peaceful. On the third day, I reluctantly got up. I really didn't want to go to work; I really wanted to stay home every day, not giving them a chance. But things couldn't go on like this forever. Maybe one day something new would happen, maybe one day my son would realize the consequences and stop on his own. Thinking this way, I felt much more at ease. Yes, he would leave this family someday. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. I had so much to do at work, so I pulled myself together and went. 　　After going downstairs, I hadn't walked far when I stopped. I suddenly wanted to go back and see what they were doing . I really wanted to see, I really wanted to know, I don't even know why. A force pulled me back. I made up my mind to look again, otherwise, my heart would feel heavy. 　　I went upstairs, pretending I'd forgotten something. Once inside, when my son went into the bathroom, I pretended to leave, slamming the door shut with a "!" just like last time, and quietly slipped back under my bed. 　　A little while later, my son came out of the bathroom. He didn't go back to the living room but went straight into the kitchen. Soon, I heard laughter from the kitchen; I figured he was probably groping his mother's thighs again. 　　A moment later, they came out of the kitchen. I saw their four legs very close together as they walked to the sofa , then they both collapsed. Mindy's face was facing my bedroom. I was startled, but thankfully the bedspread was low and it was dark under the bed, so I figured she wouldn't see me. I continued to peer out boldly. 　　Min Ding and Xiao Long lingered for a while before Min Ding pushed him away, saying, "Sweetie, eat breakfast first, take care of yourself." 　　"No!" the son clung to his mother, "Mom, give it to me, I've missed you so much. Dad's been home , I can hardly contain myself. This morning the school installed computers in the classrooms, so we have a day off. And Dad's better now, I can stay home with you." 　　"But you still have to eat breakfast first!" 　　Min Ding said, trying to sit up, but her son immediately pushed her back down onto the sofa. "Good Mom, please , just this once." 　　Xiao Long said, impatiently trying to undo Min Ding's pajamas. Min Ding pushed him away a few times, but couldn't resist, so she gave in. She tapped her son's forehead and scolded, "You, I really don't know what , sigh!" 　　Then, she obediently lay down on the sofa. The son lifted his mother's pajamas, and just as I expected , Min Ding wasn't wearing anything underneath. Two smooth, snow-white thighs were immediately revealed, and I looked at them...

I couldn't help but feel a surge of impulse; it was strange. Xiao Long quickly pulled down his shorts. The young man had truly

grown up ; though a bit pale, his legs still had some muscle. I suddenly felt a little lost. Was this my

son? How could such a tiny baby have grown so much in the blink of an eye?

My son lay on top of Min Ding, the two of them intertwined, their necks twisting and turning as they kissed.

Soon , Min Ding opened her legs, her hands reaching down to Xiao Long's lower body, grasping his penis, and slowly guiding it

between her legs. She patted her son's back and softly said, "Good boy, come on."

Xiao Long lifted Min Ding's arms and thrust hard. With a "whoosh," his penis

slid in all the way. Xiao Long let out a groan, and Min Ding exhaled a long breath. In that instant, my own

lower body also became erect.

And so, the son began his up-and-down movements. Min Ding simply kissed his face gently, stroking his

hair with both hands. Good heavens, I was witnessing for the first time something I hadn't wanted to see for so many days. My mind went

blank, but my body was pounding with excitement. Xiao Long thrust repeatedly into Min Ding, feeling her

tightness , her movements, and her lubrication. He lowered his head, rubbing his face against his mother's chest. "Mom, you're so good, I

've been waiting for so long!"

"Good son, be gentle, don't tire yourself out." Min Ding gently responded to her son, obediently accepting his

thrusts. She didn't show much excitement; she maintained her maternal reserve. I suddenly felt that she was like a

sponge , silently absorbing her son's youthful restlessness.

A few minutes later, Xiao Long moved a few more times and lay stiffly on top of his mother. They both caught their breath for a while.

Min Ding wiped his sweat, and Xiao Long's hands lingered on Min Ding's chest for a while before he sat up.

Min Ding ran to the kitchen and brought out breakfast. The two sat at the table, chatting and laughing as they ate. I didn't

know my son had the morning off. Now, I was stuck lying quietly under the bed. Luckily

, it was spacious enough. I turned to my side and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely exhausted, like I'd just finished making love.

I closed my eyes and listened to them talking at the table. Breakfast was quickly finished. I hoped they

would go out so I could escape. Good heavens, I had to escape even in my own home. This was so embarrassing.

Min Ding tidied the table, and Xiao Long went into the bathroom to shower. I saw an opportunity to slip away, but as soon as

I the phone rang. I quickly retreated in fright.

Min Ding ran out, "Hello, this is Min Ding, Sister Mei. Oh, today... I'm afraid I can't make it today .

Oh, yes, something came up at home. Yes, I can't come over to play. Um, okay, okay, you can have Xiao Fang cover for me

for the day. Sorry, I'll definitely come tomorrow. Okay, morning tea at Deyuelou is on me. I

'll definitely be there tomorrow. Bye bye." This was even better; they wouldn't play mahjong anymore.

As soon as the call ended, Xiao Long rushed out of the bathroom naked. "Mom, you're so great!" The

boy kissed Min Ding on the cheek.

"You, I'm only doing this for you. Go back and shower, you'll catch a cold."

"Long live Mom!" the son shouted as he ran back to the bathroom.

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