[Fantasy] The New Legend of the Condor Heroes (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 5

After his mother left, Mo Feng finally let out a heavy sigh. Although he could vaguely sense the unease in his mother's heart, he believed it was her own fault and couldn't be bothered to offer any concern. His mother had died two years ago; this woman was nothing more than a cold-blooded creature in her mother's body.

He wolfed down his food, then went into the bedroom, opened the bedside table drawer, and found an envelope inside. He pulled it out and saw about seven or eight red banknotes, along with some fifty and twenty-yuan bills. It was thoughtful, but Mo Feng wasn't grateful.

He stuffed the money into his wallet and was about to leave for school when an idea suddenly popped into his head. He then pulled out a bank card from the bedside table and hurriedly left.

When Mo Feng arrived at school, the morning reading session had just begun. He put down his schoolbag and rushed to the office to help with homework. The teachers had long since given up on this irresponsible student. Fortunately, aside from his poor academic performance, he was good at everything else, unlike some high-achieving students who, relying on their wealthy and powerful families, would defy the teachers. Mo Feng, at least on the surface, was obedient. How much he actually listened was another matter; he certainly wouldn't listen to anything about studying hard. However, his English teacher, Fang Huifen, flipped through his homework and praised his handwriting, which made Mo Feng feel quite ashamed.

The morning passed quickly. Because Jin Cuixia had worked the night shift the previous night and couldn't get up for lunch, Dai Jiaxiang stayed at school to eat. As soon as school was over, Mo Feng dragged him to a street food stall for a hearty meal. The more Li Man forbade Mo Feng from eating at street food stalls, the more he insisted on eating there.

The two ate until their mouths were greasy, and then Mo Feng dragged Dai Jiaxiang to the street, to a street that sold electric bikes, saying he wanted to buy one.

"You want to ride it?"

Dai Jiaxiang asked, looking at the sea of electric bikes.

Mo Feng looked around and replied, "No, it's for your mom."

Dai Jiaxiang immediately stopped and looked at him suspiciously, saying, "Why buy it for my mom?"

Mo Feng smiled and said, "I've eaten so many meals at your house, I feel a little embarrassed, is that alright?"

Dai Jiaxiang paused and said, "You don't need to buy an electric bike."

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Last night I took your mom to the factory, and her old bicycle was so noisy the whole way. It made a racket everywhere except for the bell, and it didn't have brakes. I almost crashed into another car at the intersection. I was thinking that if there had been an accident, I wouldn't have anywhere to eat, so I decided to buy an electric bike for Auntie. What, you have a problem with that?"

Dai Jiaxiang scratched his head and looked at Mo Feng, saying, "You really don't have any other thoughts?"

Mo Feng glared at him and said in a strange tone, "What do you think? Do you think I'm interested in your mom?"

"Get lost, don't joke about my mom,"

Dai Jiaxiang said angrily.

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, I admit I was being mean this time. I really didn't mean anything by it, I just thought it was really dangerous for Auntie to ride that bike, and the price of an electric bike is nothing to me, it's about the same as you buying a backpack."

Dai Jiaxiang was speechless, glaring at him helplessly and angrily, and said with a laugh, "You rich bastard."

Mo Feng chuckled twice, put his arm around Dai Jiaxiang's shoulder and pointed around. In the end, the two bought a light pink electric scooter. The price was 3580, but Mo Feng stubbornly bargained it down to 2800 before swiping his card with a look of disappointment. Dai Jiaxiang glanced at the card slip, which showed a balance of more than 50,000, and couldn't help but curse him as a rich bastard in his heart again.

Two young men rode their newly bought pink electric scooter into Dai Jiaxiang's yard. They were furtive and seemed a little ashamed. Seeing no commotion at home, they didn't disturb Jin Cuixia's rest and sneaked out again, taking a taxi to school. They rushed and managed to arrive on time.

That afternoon, Jin Cuixia woke with a start. She had a dream in which her husband, as expected, had cheated on her, divorced her, taken their son, and kicked her out of the house. Then, on a deserted street, she was dragged into the bushes by a masked figure and raped. She struggled desperately, then suddenly woke up, realizing it was all a dream, though she was drenched in sweat.

After washing herself in the bathroom, Jin Cuixia walked naked to the dresser to find her underwear. Suddenly, she remembered the box she had thrown in, and a thought flashed through her mind: was that package also part of a nightmare?

Trembling, she pulled open the first drawer. A box radiating terror immediately came into view. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground. Her chest heaved violently, and her breasts swayed gently.

Jin Cuixia swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down. Trembling, she took out the box and gently opened it. Looking at the pair of underwear stained with semen inside, she felt a chill run through her, and her heart turned bitter. She gritted her teeth, wanting to take the underwear out and throw it away, but after several attempts, she couldn't muster the courage to do so. Finally, she lay on the bed, covered her face, and wept bitterly. She cried for a long time before finally sitting up. She deftly stuffed the box into the bottom drawer of the dresser, her expression solemn and dignified, as if she were sealing away a demon. However, her trembling fingers and heaving chest betrayed the tension and unease in her heart. It wasn't

until she ate something that Jin Cuixia finally calmed down, though she was still somewhat dazed. She sat blankly on the sofa for the entire afternoon, only snapping out of it when her son came home from school.

"Mom, I'm so hungry! Is there anything to eat?"

Dai Jiaxiang, oblivious to his mother's strange behavior, called out as soon as he entered the door.

Jin Cuixia quickly composed herself and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jiaxiang, I had some things to do this afternoon. You do your homework first, and we'll be able to eat in half an hour."

"Okay."

Dai Jiaxiang nodded, looking at his mother with a beaming smile, "Mom, how's the electric scooter? Do you like it?"

"What electric scooter?"

Jin Cuixia, who was about to go into the kitchen, stopped and looked at her son with a puzzled expression.

Dai Jiaxiang frowned and asked, "Mom, you haven't seen it yet? Oh dear, come on, come and see."

With that, he quickly retreated into the yard.

Jin Cuixia, curious, followed her son out and saw a brand-new electric scooter parked in their yard. She was puzzled and stared at him, asking, "Where did this come from?"

Seeing that his mother didn't seem particularly happy, Dai Jiaxiang's heart sank. He stammered, "Uh, Mo Feng bought this for you."

"For me?"

Jin Cuixia asked, puzzled.

Dai Jiaxiang quickly repeated Mo Feng's explanation, naturally omitting some details.

Jin Cuixia, both amused and exasperated, pointed at the scooter and said, "We only had a few meals together. How can you accept such an expensive gift? No, you must return it immediately."

Dai Jiaxiang always listened to his mother, and upon hearing this, he could only scratch his head, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Just then, Jin Cuixia's phone rang in the bedroom. She turned and went back inside, reminding her son not to damage the scooter and to return it to Mo Feng the next day.

Dai Jiaxiang nodded helplessly. Taking advantage of his mother going inside, he mischievously climbed onto the bicycle seat, making whimpering noises, clearly enjoying himself.

Jin Cuixia quickly found the phone after entering the house. Seeing that the caller ID was an unfamiliar number, she was a little suspicious but still pressed the call button.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Jin Cuixia was always very polite when answering the phone.

There seemed to be a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by laughter. Jin Cuixia thought it was a prank and was about to hang up when she heard Mo Feng's voice: "Mom, why are you being so polite on the phone?"

The word "Mom" made Jin Cuixia feel a surge of inexplicable joy and shyness. Turning around, she saw that her son hadn't followed her in, and this time she chuckled softly, "How did you get my number? Did Jiaxiang tell you?"

Mo Feng laughed, "Mom, I guessed Jiaxiang got home before I called. Did you see the car? Do you like it?"

Jin Cuixia said, "This car must cost several thousand..." "Okay, I can't accept it. You should ride it back and return it tomorrow."

Mo Feng laughed, "I can't return it, I've already torn up the invoice."

Before the other party could make an excuse, he quickly added, "Mom, this is a small token of my appreciation from your godson. I just became your godmother, so I should give

you a small gift." Jin Cuixia felt a warmth in her heart, and her tone softened a bit. She smiled wryly, "What kind of godson gives a gift to his godmother? If anyone should give a gift, it should be me. This gift is too much; I can't accept it."

Mo Feng exclaimed on the other end of the phone, "It's not expensive at all, it's less than 3,000 yuan, Mom. Tell me honestly, is it..." "Did you regret taking me in as your godson after a nap? If so, I'll go and drive the car away right away, and I won't bother your family for meals anymore."

Jin Cuixia was both angry and amused, and said helplessly, "You child, why are you acting like a rogue with your godmother?"

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Who told you not to accept my kindness? Besides, my weekly allowance is more than that. It's a waste to waste it on food and toys. I'd rather buy you a car, so that you can be safe on your way to work, and I'll feel at ease."

Listening to Mo Feng's pretentious manner... Speaking in that tone, Jin Cuixia couldn't help but laugh heartily. At that moment, all her worries seemed to vanish, her eyes filled with smiles. She could only laugh and say, "Alright, then next time Mom will give you a gift too. What do you want?"

She paused, then added, "But let me make it clear, Mom is just a working-class person. If your demands are too high, I can't satisfy you."

Mo Feng chuckled, "I know, I know, I don't need anything. How about Mom cooks me a nice meal?"

Jin Cuixia couldn't resist teasing him, "You mean, Mom's cooking wasn't good before?"

"No, no,"

Mo Feng hurriedly explained, hearing Jin Cuixia's chuckle, he immediately understood his godmother's trick.

Jin Cuixia stopped laughing and said, "How about Mom buys you a couple of outfits?"

Mo Feng smiled wryly, "No, no, my closet is already overflowing, Mom. I really don't need anything. Although my family isn't complete, our financial situation is really good. I don't lack anything."

Jin Cuixia was silent for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Alright, then Mom will accept your gift. From now on, Mom will treat you like her own son, okay?"

Mo Feng was also silent for a moment, then softly replied, "Okay."

The two of them held the phone and remained silent for a few seconds. It was as if an invisible thread connected them from both ends of the phone. Although they couldn't see each other, it felt as if the other was very close, within reach.

A strange feeling welled up in Jin Cuixia's heart, a mixture of happiness, sadness, and loss, a complex blend of emotions. Suddenly, she remembered Liu Haimei's words about Yuan Xiaodie's extramarital affair, and her heart trembled. She quickly said, "Xiaofeng, Mom's going to cook. Come over sometime."

"Okay, goodbye, Mom."

"Okay, goodbye."

Jin Cuixia hung up the phone, a sense of loss washing over her, her mood instantly plummeting. It took her a while to recover some spirits. Walking into the yard, she saw her son secretly trying to put the bike down. She couldn't help but laugh, "If you want to ride it, just take it out for a bit, don't go too far."

Dai Jiaxiang blushed, put the bike down, and walked into the house, saying as he went, "I'm not riding it, the color is too pink, it's embarrassing."

After a few steps, he suddenly came to his senses, looked at his mother, and smiled, "Mom, aren't you going to take the bike back?"

Jin Cuixia nodded with a smile and said, "I've already accepted this..." "Such a big favor, invite him over for meals more often, and tutor him a bit while you're at it. Don't let him keep copying your homework."

Dai Jiaxiang shrugged helplessly and said, "Anything else is fine, but tutoring is out of the question. I don't think he's interested at all. Why don't you talk to him, Mom?"

Jin Cuixia thought for a moment, then smiled wryly, "We'll talk about it later. Go do your homework, I'll call you for dinner later."

Jin Cuixia rushed into the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Mo Feng listlessly played on his phone, his face somewhat gloomy, his eyes darting around, seemingly thinking of something. He didn't get out of bed until his mother called him for dinner.

Just like in the morning, the two of them ate face-to-face in silence. This had been almost daily for the past two years; the only sound in the large room was the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

The next day was the weekend, and Mo Feng slept until noon. When he got up, he saw his mother doing yoga in the living room. Her yoga clothes clung to Li Man's body, outlining her incredibly defined curves and perfect proportions. Although he and his mother didn't get along, Mo Feng couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had never seen a woman more beautiful than his mother. Even the most beautiful movie stars seemed less attractive than her.

Noticing her son getting up, Li Man turned around and smiled gently at him, only to see him immediately lower his head and turn back to his room, causing her to sigh.

About ten minutes later, the door opened again. Seeing her son looking like he was leaving, Li Man quickly asked, "Aren't you going to eat something?"

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "No, I don't have an appetite."

"Oh, are you coming back for lunch?"

Li Man asked again.

Mo Feng paused, then shook his head again and said, "No, I'll eat out."

After saying that, as if afraid his mother would ask another question, he quickly rushed to the door, opened it, and left.

Li Man looked sadly at the slammed door, shaking her head with a bitter smile. Just then, her phone rang; the caller ID showed Lin Zedong.

"Hello,"

Li Man answered calmly.

A steady, middle-aged man's voice, with a distinct Hong Kong accent, came from the other end. He said, "Xiao Man, my flight arrives at noon. Can you come pick me up?"

Li Man frowned and said, "Why didn't you let me know in advance?"

The man smiled and said, "I wanted to give you a surprise. What, aren't you welcome?"

Li Man replied, "No, what time will you arrive?"

The man laughed, "I'm boarding right now, I'll arrive around one o'clock."

"Okay, I understand."

Li Man was about to hang up when she heard someone on the other end call out, "Wait a minute. "

"Is there anything else?"

Li Man asked.

The man paused for a moment and said, "If Xiaofeng is here too, bring him along."

Li Man's lips twitched, and she said, "He's not home; he's probably at a classmate's house."

The man was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Okay, I understand. Never mind then. Just tell him to come home for dinner tonight and tell him I miss him."

Li Man took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You'll have to call him yourself."

The man said helplessly, "Okay, I understand. I'm sorry, Xiaoman."

Li Man shook her head on the phone and said, "Anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "No, Xiao Man, I miss you."

Li Man's heart trembled slightly, but she instantly regained her composure and said coldly, "Don't worry about it, we'll see each other soon, bye-bye." She

then immediately hung up.

On the other end of the line, in the boarding hall of Hong Kong Airport, a middle-aged man in his forties, with an air of elegance, helplessly said goodbye to his busy phone, then closed the flip phone and walked into the boarding gate.

Chapter 6:

Mo Feng, having left home, wandered aimlessly through the streets, feeling somewhat irritable. He took out his phone and looked through his contacts, but there wasn't a single person he wanted to contact.

Wandering aimlessly, Mo Feng bought some food and drinks when he got hungry. Like a lost soul, he felt out of place with everyone and everything around him. In a daze, he didn't know where he was until a dog barked, startling him awake. Looking around, he couldn't help but smile wryly. How did he end up near a school?

The city's No. 1 High School was located in the old city, a remote area with very few pedestrians. It was two in the afternoon; on weekends, at this time, people were either sleeping at home or out in the city center. After walking down a street, apart from a few shop owners playing mahjong together, Mo Feng hadn't encountered a single pedestrian.

Bored, Mo Feng thought that since he wasn't far from Dai Jiaxiang's house, he might as well go and visit him. With this thought in mind, Mo Feng decided to take a shortcut, going around the school's back gate. Because the road in front of the gate was narrow, the school had expanded a few years ago, moving the main gate to the south, and the back gate on the north side had been completely abandoned and remained closed for years. This caused the once-thriving food stalls in the area to plummet in business. Then, the urban management officers came and demolished all the illegally constructed storefronts. According to the urban planning, a small park was planned along the moat, but construction was halted because the vice mayor in charge of urban construction was investigated for bribery, leaving the area congested and deserted.

Just as Mo Feng turned the corner, he saw a car parked near the back gate. He took a few steps closer and glanced at it, finding the car somewhat familiar. Suddenly, the car door seemed to open slightly. Without thinking, he hid behind a large willow tree. After the driver got out, he could see from a distance that it looked like a woman.

"Who is this? Why is she coming in through the back door?"

A thought popped into Mo Feng's mind. Could they be having an affair?

But that doesn't make sense. If they're having an affair, they should go to a hotel, not a school. But then he thought, having an affair at school isn't bad either, it's exciting. Could that woman be a teacher at our school?

As soon as this thought crossed Mo Feng's mind, he felt a surge of excitement. What he saw next made him feel absolutely certain of his guess, because after the woman opened the door, the car drove in by itself. Clearly, there were at least two people there.

Mo Feng chuckled coldly, touched his phone in his pocket—the latest smartphone with an 8-megapixel back-illuminated camera, enough to capture every detail.

He saw the woman look left and right before closing the door, and it seemed she was wearing large sunglasses. This made Mo Feng even more certain. After waiting for two or three minutes, he quickly ran to the back door, peered through the crack in the iron gate, and saw the car parked not far ahead by a small grove of trees.

Because he was quite close, Mo Feng vaguely felt the car looked familiar, but there were too many teachers with cars at the school, and he couldn't place it. However, he was certain it was definitely a teacher's car.

Mo Feng was overjoyed. He was rebellious by nature, especially in the last two years, and had become accustomed to being unrestrained, too lazy to consider the consequences of his actions. If he really caught a teacher having an affair, hehe, posting it online would be a very, very interesting thing.

Mo Feng took two steps back, looked around, and found a crooked tree with thick branches that hadn't been pruned for years, which had reached the school wall. He quickly climbed up and easily jumped over. There was a mound of earth at the base of the wall inside, and he jumped down without making much of a sound.

Mo Feng took out his phone and checked it. The battery was full and it wasn't damaged. He chuckled inwardly, switched the phone to airplane mode, and then stealthily made his way towards the car under the cover of the woods. Just as he was about to reach the car, he suddenly stopped, grinning mischievously as he pulled out his phone and turned on the camera. He could see the car shaking slightly; clearly, it had already started inside. And if he listened carefully, he could faintly hear low moans coming from the closed windows.

Seeing that things were going on inside, and calculating the time, Mo Feng figured it had only just begun. He mustered his courage and quickly ran over, crouching beside the rear wheel of the car, breathing heavily, nervously eavesdropping on everything happening inside.

Now that he was closer, Mo Feng could clearly feel the car vibrating, and the sounds from inside were clearly audible.

"Ahhh, so comfortable, so good, ahhhh, deeper, deeper, yes, yes, right there, so comfortable, ahhh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

"Haha, sister-in-law, you can't take it at the very beginning, hehe, watch my Dragon Sea Treasure Hunt, haha."

"Wuuuuuuu, ahhh, no, no, it's too stimulating, wuuuuu, so good, ahhh, so deep, don't stop, don't stop, yes, ahhhh, so comfortable, wuuuuu, so comfortable." "

Uhuuuuuu, so good, sister-in-law, it's so hot inside, so comfortable."

"Hehehehe, I can't take it anymore, let me rest for a bit, ahhh, I can't take it anymore, it's too good, wuuuuu, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts." "

I'm sorry, sister-in-law, your breasts are so alluring, I really want to squeeze them until they burst, let me kiss them."

"Gently, gently, don't use your teeth, ahhh, be gentle, ahhhh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, waaaaaah."

The woman's high-pitched moans came from inside the car, clearly indicating that she had reached orgasm. Besides heavy breathing, the only sounds inside were the smacking sounds of the man sucking on her breasts.

Mo Feng was stunned, not because of the intensity of the encounter, but because he recognized the woman's voice. It was Fang Huifen, the English teacher—the gentle, kind, beautiful, and elegant teacher. He couldn't believe that the teacher, who spoke fluent English, could be so unrestrained, skilled, and lewd when it came to sex.

Fang Huifen's gentle and kind image shattered instantly in Mo Feng's mind, replaced by a seductive and alluring woman. As he was lost in his fantasies, he heard Fang Huifen's voice from inside, saying, "Xiao Tian, it's so hot in the car, turn the air conditioning down a bit."

"Xiao Tian? Who?"

Mo Feng wondered, his mind racing. Having eavesdropped for so long, he felt an intense erection, a burning desire to rush in, knock the man unconscious, and thoroughly humiliate Fang Huifen.

Xiao Tian chuckled, "Why turn on the air conditioning? I'll just open the door. There's no one around anyway."

With that, the back door opened. Luckily, Mo Feng noticed in time and dodged, otherwise he might have been discovered.

Fang Huifen said nothing, but forcefully straightened her curled-up legs, her calves and feet completely exposed. Her fair skin almost blinded Mo Feng, and the light purple nail polish on her fingernails made him feel as if he could see another soul beneath Fang Huifen's serene face.

The two lovers were kissing and caressing each other in the car, arousing Mo Feng's desire to a fever pitch. Finally, mustering his courage, he secretly stretched his phone camera over while they were lost in their passion. He could clearly see a man's back on the screen, straddling a woman, his hips thrusting rapidly. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and their moans were perfectly recorded, leaving Mo Feng's mouth dry and his lust unquenchable.

Suddenly, Mo Feng heard Xiao Tian say to Fang Huifen, "Sister-in-law, let's go outside and do it."

"Mmm, oh oh oh, be gentle, ah ah."

Fang Huifen murmured moans.

Mo Feng quickly slipped behind the car. A moment later, he felt a slight vibration from the vehicle. Looking under the chassis, he saw first a man's feet, then a woman's, standing by the car door. They moved forward onto the hood with a muffled thud, followed by the slapping sounds of buttocks hitting each other.

Mo Feng cautiously extended his phone's camera, and upon seeing the screen, he was slightly astonished. Good heavens, these two were incredibly bold, openly engaging in sexual intercourse on the car's hood.

Mo Feng swallowed hard, unable to resist the woman's soft moans. He quietly found a secluded corner and peeked out. He saw Fang Huifen sprawled on the hood, her snow-white, alluring body appearing exceptionally seductive against the black hood.

Mo Feng stared intently at the woman's body, not wanting to miss a single detail. Fang Huifen's seductive and alluring appearance was dazzlingly beautiful. It was truly unexpected that she, who always dressed conservatively, possessed such a seductive and alluring body. Moreover, her groin was completely bald, with no covering whatsoever. Her thick, dark penis moved in and out of her vagina without restraint. Mo Feng couldn't help but stare at her penis closely, comparing it to his own. It seemed even thicker than his own, which made him feel a little jealous. Only then did he remember to check who the man was. He looked somewhat familiar, like a student from his school, but he didn't recognize him. After all, he had only been at the city's No. 1 High School for less than a month. Recalling that he had just called Fang Huifen "sister-in-law," could they be related?

While Mo Feng was speculating wildly, Fang Huifen and Xiao Tian were on the verge of exploding.

"Hehe, sister-in-law, your pussy is so tight, ah, so good, I'm going to cum."

"Cum, cum, I can't take it anymore, hurry up, ahhh, so deep, ahhhh."

Fang Huifen trembled all over, tightly hugging the man's neck, pressing his face against her chest, her buttocks swaying violently, moaning rapidly a few times, finally her body went limp, only able to gasp for breath.

Xiao Tian was also exhausted from pleasure. He was naturally Niu Dalin's son, Niu Tianlu. Today was the weekend and no one was at school, so he rushed to his cousin's house early, played with Fang Huifen and her daughter with his cousin Huang Yong. After lunch, he couldn't wait to take Fang Huifen to school. Over the years, he had long known the school gatekeeper's habits, that he would play mahjong at the gatehouse all afternoon, so he was at ease and unrestrained. He just didn't expect Mo Feng, this uninvited guest.

Niu Tianlu sucked on his sister-in-law's nipple, gently biting it a few times, and laughed, "Sister-in-law, does it feel good?"

Fang Huifen smiled and said, "Yes, it feels good."

Niu Tianlu laughed and picked the woman up horizontally, got into the car, and caressed the woman's alluring body, sighing, "Sister-

in-law, you're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." After licking and caressing her for a while, Niu Tianlu patted the woman's large buttocks and laughed, "Teacher Fang, you'd better perform well later."

Fang Huifen glared at him, her eyes filled with both charm and helplessness, and could only nod. The two rustled in the car, seemingly getting dressed. When they came out, Mo Feng was stunned. The two of them were dressed neatly, as if they were going to work or school.

Fang Huifen wore a white fitted shirt with short sleeves and a tight-fitting black mini-skirt that only reached her upper thighs. Her two slender legs were encased in black stockings, and she wore black high heels. She looked dignified and elegant, yet there was an invisible allure to her.

Niu Tianlu watched with glee, grabbing the woman from behind and teasingly rubbing his groin against her full, pert buttocks. His hands then shamelessly encircled her breasts from behind, grasping each high, firm breast and kneading them roughly. Fang Huifen leaned against

the man, letting him do as he pleased. After a while, Niu Tianlu reluctantly released her, and the two walked hand-in-hand towards the teaching area.

Once they disappeared, Mo Feng glanced into the car. He saw puddles of vaginal fluid on the back seat, along with Fang Huifen's discarded clothes. He spotted a pink pair of underwear among the clothes. Although he wanted to take it, he hesitated, fearing being discovered, and quickened his pace, following the direction the two had disappeared.

Mo Feng quickly located the two. They were openly making love in the classroom, and to make matters worse, right in his own class! The two on the platform were engrossed in their passion, completely unaware of Mo Feng's furtive eavesdropping from the back window.

Fang Huifen was propped up on the platform, her shirt buttons undone, her full breasts dangling and rubbing against the desk with each movement. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her buttocks raised high. Behind her, the tall Niu Tianlu had his hands on her hips, thrusting his hips repeatedly. The sound of their buttocks slapping together echoed in the empty classroom.

The woman's moans and heavy breathing seemed to raise the temperature in the room. Mo Feng felt an uncontrollable fire rising within him—an indescribable desire, a dark thought that tormented him, gradually taking over his lust-driven mind. His gaze grew cold, yet two flames flickered within his pupils.

Fang Huifen and Niu Tianlu made love for a long time, leaving traces of their passion everywhere from the podium to the desks. Finally, they went to the office for a final, more intense encounter, which made Mo Feng admire the man named Xiao Tian's exceptional stamina – truly a man among men.

Before leaving, they made sure to clean up the classroom and office, though Fang Huifen was practically limp as Niu Tianlu carried her away.

After they left, Mo Feng slipped into the classroom through the open window. He looked around the podium and spotted something interesting: two pieces of black stockings. He chuckled coldly, sniffed the pieces, and although he couldn't smell anything, the lewd scene that had just unfolded there seemed to resurface in his mind.

Carefully placing the shards into his wallet, Mo Feng pulled up the video recording on his phone. It was incredibly clear; zooming in on facial details, even Fang Huifen's flushed face was clearly visible. He coldly shoved the phone back into his pocket, slipped out of the classroom the same way he'd come, climbed over the school wall, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Jin Cuixia was groggily awakened by her phone ringing. She'd worked the night shift again last night, not getting home until after eight in the morning. Today was her day off, so she gritted her teeth and did the housework first. After lunch, she went straight to sleep, intending to enjoy a good night's rest. But now, looking at the sunlight outside the window, it was no later than four or five in the afternoon.

Jin Cuixia picked up her phone in frustration. Still half asleep, she didn't even check the caller ID. After answering, she asked, "Hello, who is this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a middle-aged man's hoarse voice said, "Ms. Jin, are you sleeping?"

Jin Cuixia asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled strangely and said, "Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Has Ms. Jin forgotten me so quickly?"

These words jolted Jin Cuixia awake. She instinctively moved her phone to check the caller ID, only to be surprised to find it wasn't a phone number, but a long string of digits. She cautiously asked, "Who are you?"

"Guess,"

the man said in a strange voice.

"You're crazy."

Jin Cuixia slammed down the phone, completely wide awake. She sat on the bed, her chest heaving, clearly shocked.

About half a minute later, the phone rang again. Jin Cuixia looked at the caller ID and her face turned green. It was another strange string of numbers. She hesitated and didn't dare to answer. The phone kept ringing. Finally, Dai Jiahui's voice came from outside the house, asking, "Mom, why aren't you answering the phone?"

Jin Cuixia quickly covered the phone with a pillow and said, "Oh, it's a colleague calling to borrow money. I don't want to answer."

"Oh, Mom, I'm out of pen refills. I'll go out and buy some."

"Okay."

The phone stopped ringing as soon as she finished speaking. Jin Cuixia hurriedly removed the battery, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. She collapsed weakly into the covers, curling up in a ball. An invisible fear weighed on her heart, making her feel suffocated. She suddenly woke up, realizing her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Zedong looked helplessly at the familiar yet unfamiliar beautiful woman before him. Legally, she was his subordinate; intimately, she had once been his mistress in mainland China. However, that mistress relationship had ended many years ago, while the subordinate relationship was only recently established.

Listening to her methodical report on the company's business, Lin Zedong's thoughts drifted back to over a decade ago. Back then, he was an investor visiting the mainland, and she was his temporary tour guide. She was beautiful and innocent, with a touch of aloofness beneath her delicate features. Lin Zedong had put in a great deal of effort to win her over, but he knew he couldn't give her any official status, as he was already a father of two.

After about six months together, she became pregnant, and Lin Zedong's family in Hong Kong learned of their relationship. Torn between family and lover, he decisively chose family. The next day, she disappeared from his sight. Months later, he learned by chance that she had married. He heard that she was already very pregnant at the time of her wedding, clearly carrying the Lin family's child. However, Lin Zedong didn't go looking for her. Perhaps such a quiet separation was for the best for both of them.

Two years ago, a traffic accident caused Lin Zedong to lose his eldest son, and his second son suffered from intellectual disabilities. He himself had also lost his fertility due to excessive drinking and drug use, leaving his family without an heir. Fortunately, he remembered the seed he had left on the mainland and hired a private investigator to find several of his former lovers. Through DNA comparison, only the woman before him bore him pure blood—an illegitimate child with Lin family blood flowing through his veins.

"Mr. Lin, do you have any further instructions regarding the branch company's three-year plan?"

The beautiful woman was none other than Mo Feng's mother, Li Man, Lin Zedong's former lover.

Lin Zedong smiled and said, "Xiao Man, I believe in your abilities. It's still early; would you like to walk with me for a bit?"

Li Man nodded calmly, but there was a hint of resistance in her expression.

Lin Zedong stood up, wanting to take her hand, but Li Man deftly dodged it. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was past his youthful impetuosity, yet after so many years apart, he was still deeply attracted to Li Man. The once naive girl, tempered by time, hadn't shown the marks of age; instead, she had developed a mature and captivating charm, making his heart, dormant for so many years, pound.

However, Li Man was no longer the innocent and naive girl she once was. In the past two years, she had almost never shown a smile in front of Lin Zedong. Their meetings were more like those of a superior and subordinate than any other. When Lin Zedong occasionally tried to steer the conversation towards personal matters, she would always ruthlessly cut it off. Only when she spoke of her son would her face brighten, and she would speak more, which left Lin Zedong somewhat disappointed.

The two walked out of the company one after the other, followed not far behind by a van carrying bodyguards.

Lin Zedong looked around, then turned to Li Man and smiled, "Xiao Man, things have developed so fast here. It's only been three months since I left, and the surroundings have changed so much."

Li Man remained silent. She had no interest in answering questions outside of Lin Zedong's company business. She felt nothing but resentment towards the man before her.

Lin Zedong looked helplessly at Li Man's seemingly oblivious indifference and smiled bitterly, "Xiao Man, I know I was wrong back then, but I had the pressure of my entire family behind me. I didn't want it to happen."

Li Man gave him a cold look and said, "I don't blame you. In fact, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have Feng'er. Besides, so much time has passed; please don't bring up these old stories anymore."

Lin Zedong grabbed her hand and said urgently, "Xiao Man, don't you even remember our past relationship?"

Li Man didn't pull her hand away, but just looked at him with a cold smile and said... "Do we have any affection for each other? I was just one of your playthings back then. In all these years, have you ever cared about my son and me? If you didn't need a bloodline heir, would you even remember us?"

Lin Zedong was momentarily speechless. Indeed, as she said, he did need an heir. Otherwise, after the old man passed away, without a successor, he would have no way to compete with his brothers for the Lin family business. Before finding Li Man, he had almost forgotten what this woman looked like. It wasn't until he saw the photos sent back by the private investigator that he realized how precious a treasure he had missed.

Under the woman's icy gaze, Lin Zedong guiltily released her cold hand and said with a bitter smile, "Xiaoman, I know it's all my fault, so I hope I can make amends, okay? Let's start over. I will divorce my wife and marry you, so you can live a happy life. I will use my love to make up for all the harm I've done to you and our child over the years."

Li Man coldly shook her head and said, "No need, Mr. Lin. From your perspective, you didn't do anything wrong back then, so there's no need for amends. As for me, having Feng'er is enough. Please don't bring up matters of the heart again, or I will take Feng'er and leave, to a place you'll never find."

Lin Zedong's lips twitched, and he gave a helpless bitter smile, saying, "Alright, alright, Xiaoman, I won't bring it up again. I will only silently move you with my actions, okay?"

"Easy,"

Li Man coldly uttered these words.

Lin Zedong shook his head with a wry smile, clearly not daring to bring up matters of the heart again. He instead inquired about the branch company's business. The Lin family was a large Hong Kong conglomerate with investments in multiple provinces and cities in mainland China. The local branch manager was Li Man. He had originally intended to compensate her, but she had unexpectedly performed admirably. In two years, the branch's performance had achieved a growth rate of over 10%, which greatly impressed him and increased her standing in his eyes.

The branch's current focus was on acquiring and integrating local textile factories, preparing to establish the largest cotton textile group in the province. Li Man had painstakingly planned this for half a year, and it was now in its final stages. They expected to achieve a return of over 50% within three years. At that time, whether they pursued a manufacturing-oriented approach or sold the entire group, they could reap astonishing profits.

Lin Zedong listened to Li Man's description. Although he was somewhat of a womanizer, he certainly possessed business acumen. He briefly offered some opinions and suggestions on the recent acquisitions. The two chatted amiably, but Li Man never showed a smile throughout.

As dusk fell, Li Man said, "It's getting late. How about I treat Mr. Lin to some Northern and Southern Chinese cuisine at Juxiang Pavilion?"

Lin Zedong waved his hand and said, "It's rare for you to be back. Let's eat at home."

Li Man was silent for a moment,

then said, "Okay." She took out her phone and dialed her son's number. After two rings, the call connected.

"Hello."

Her son's voice on the other end of the line was inexplicably cold, just like her attitude towards Lin Zedong.

"Hello, Feng'er, where are you?"

Li Man said with a smile.

"At home."

"Oh, then Mom will be back in a bit. Are you hungry? Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

"No need. I'll hang up now."

"Okay, bye-bye."

Seeing Li Man hang up, Lin Zedong hurriedly asked, "Is Feng'er home too?"

Li Man nodded and said, "But I didn't tell him you were back."

Lin Zedong was silent for a moment, then said, "Then I won't go over tonight. I'll call him later."

"Okay, then I'll be going."

Li Man nodded, turned and left without saying a word of politeness.

Lin Zedong stood quietly, watching Li Man's figure disappear into the taxi, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He slowly walked to the van and said, "Drive, to Huasheng Hotel."

When Li Man got home, it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. She hurriedly rushed into the kitchen and busied herself. No one would have thought that this proud woman, known as the Cold-Faced Queen at the company, was also a domestic woman who could cook and entertain guests, and her cooking skills were quite good.

"Dinner's ready!"

Li Man called out from the kitchen doorway, while hurriedly placing the dishes she was carrying on the table.

Soon, Mo Feng opened his bedroom door and walked out with a cold face. Faced with a table full of delicious-looking dishes, he had no interest in commenting, completely ignoring his mother's expectant gaze, disheveled hair, and sweat.

He ate his dinner in silence, then pushed his bowl away, intending to return to his room, when he suddenly heard his mother say softly, "That person is here."

Mo Feng paused, then coldly retorted, "What does that have to do with me?"

Li Man said with difficulty, "He wants to see you."

"No,"

Mo Feng said, then stormed back to his bedroom.

Lying in bed, Mo Feng gritted his teeth in anger at the thought of the man who had separated his parents. He could never forget that day two years ago when he excitedly ran home, his schoolbag stuffed with his exam results—the highest score in the entire grade. He had been thinking of taking this opportunity to get his parents to take him on a trip, but instead, his father left without saying goodbye, and his mother told him that the man with the smug look on his face was his biological father. Although his family's life changed dramatically afterward, his mother rose from a small company clerk to the general manager of a local branch of a large Hong Kong company, and he went from an ordinary middle school to a so-called elite middle school. He had more money than he could spend, was dressed in designer brands from head to toe, and his home went from an 80-square-meter two-bedroom apartment to a huge luxury duplex.

These things that Mo Feng once longed for, now filled him with immense bewilderment and disgust upon his sudden possession. In gaining them, he lost so much more. The person he'd called "Dad" for over a decade was a complete stranger; his seemingly beautiful and refined mother was actually a wealthy man's mistress. His values, worldview, and philosophy of life were utterly altered that summer. Two years later, looking back, the changes were so drastic that even Mo Feng himself felt lost.

Lying in bed for an unknown amount of time, an uncontrollable pain spread through Mo Feng's bewildered heart. He needed an outlet, a way to experience the pain of others. When his gaze fell upon his phone, a cold, cruel smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Chapter 7

When Fang Huifen returned home, it was just 6:30. Hearing her mother's voice, Huang Qian rushed out of the room, supported her weak mother, and asked with concern, "Mom, rest for a bit, I'll get you a glass of water."

Fang Huifen smiled weakly, nodded, and said, "Slow down, I'm not very thirsty."

"Okay."

Huang Qian helped her mother sit on the sofa, poured her a glass of water, and then stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders to relieve her tension.

The mother and daughter fell into a brief silence. After a while, Fang Huifen noticed the quiet in the room and asked, "Where's your father?"

Huang Qian's eyes showed a deep hesitation as she said, "He said he had something to do at the factory and left this afternoon."

"Oh, then you can get some rest."

Fang Huifen gently stroked her daughter's smooth hand and said softly.

Huang Qian smiled bitterly, "I don't have time to rest. I have too much homework, and I have to go to my great-uncle's house tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish if I don't hurry today."

Fang Huifen also smiled bitterly, and after a long while said, "Don't make things too hard on yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't get into university in the future

." Huang Qian trembled and said firmly, "No, I must get into the best university. I want to leave here. I don't want to live like this anymore."

As she spoke, her voice became tearful, and she suddenly hugged her mother's head, sobbing against the back of her mother's head.

Fang Huifen also shed two lines of tears, hugged her daughter's head in return, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Qian'er. It's my fault. I shouldn't have given birth to you and made you suffer in this world with me."

"Mom, sob sob sob."

Huang Qian could no longer suppress the pain in her heart and hugged her mother, crying loudly.

Fang Huifen stood up, hugged her daughter tightly, and cried with her.

After crying for a long time, the two slowly stopped. Almost every few days, they would have a major breakdown like this, but even after crying, there was still no solution. They could only endure the abuse and humiliation inflicted by the Niu family father and son and Huang Yong day after day.

"Mom, give me three more years. Once I get into university, I'll definitely find a chance to rescue you,"

Huang Qian said through gritted teeth.

"No,"

Fang Huifen quickly dissuaded her. "Qian'er, if you have the chance, escape quickly. Don't worry about me, don't risk your life to save me. I'm old, it's not worth it. As long as you're doing well out there, I'll be at peace."

"Mom, sob sob sob sob,"

Huang Qian couldn't help but cry out again.

"Don't cry, don't cry, silly child, this is our fate. We must have committed some sin in our past lives, so God is punishing us, that must be it."

As Fang Huifen spoke, she seemed to be delirious, her face filled with piety and her eyes brimming with fear.

Looking at her mother, Huang Qian felt immense sorrow. Ever since she herself became a sex toy in the family's incestuous relationship, her mother's personality had undergone a dramatic change, from passively being raped to actively seeking pleasure. At first, Huang Qian couldn't understand it, but over the past year or two, she gradually realized that this was her mother's way of protecting herself. However, no matter how proactive her mother was, the three men already had enough power to torment her to the point of near death. Helpless, her mother spent her free time studying Buddhism, eventually hypnotizing herself into a resigned state of mind. But Huang Qian herself refused to accept her fate. She was powerless to escape the clutches of those around her. With a simple mind, she only hoped to get into university in three years to escape, but unfortunately, she was too young and her idea of escaping was far too simplistic.

Suddenly, Huang Qian's stomach growled with hunger, startling Fang Huifen. She quickly stood up and smiled at her daughter, "I'll go make you some food. Don't keep doing your homework, watch some TV and relax."

Huang Qian nodded, unwilling to refuse her mother's kindness. She sat on the sofa, listlessly turning on the TV and flipping through dozens of channels, her mind completely elsewhere. Listening to her mother chopping vegetables, she felt an urge to cry. Remembering her mother's words, she glared angrily at the dark sky outside the window, cursing inwardly, "Damn you, God! Why are you treating us like this?"

Just then, her phone rang. It was a text message sent from her mother's bag.

"Mom, your phone is ringing,"

Huang Qian called out, but her mother didn't respond, perhaps because the range hood was too loud.

Huang Qian took out her mother's phone to take it to the kitchen. She accidentally unlocked it and glanced at it curiously, immediately freezing in shock. It was a multimedia message (MMS) from a stranger; the thumbnail on the icon was a smaller version of the message content, vaguely showing a human face.

Huang Qian quickly opened the MMS, and after a few seconds of downloading, the content made her gasp. Her mother's face was clearly visible in the center of the image, against a green blackboard background. From the angle of the photo, it was clear her mother was naked, lying on something, with a hand supporting her back.

Huang Qian nervously swallowed. Before she could even process what was happening, a second text message arrived.

"Doesn't this look familiar? Teacher Fang, hehe, I never expected you to be so flirtatious."

Huang Qian was thunderstruck, terrified and at a loss for what to do. Only one thought filled her mind: someone knew! Someone knew!

Just as she was at a loss, her mother's voice came from behind her, saying, "It's ready to eat. I stir-fried your favorite green peppers and potatoes. Come and sit down to eat."

"Mom."

Huang Qian turned around, looking at her mother with a sob in her voice. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, and she clutched her phone tightly, unsure whether to throw it away or let her mother see it.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Huifen took two steps forward in confusion. When she took the phone from her daughter's hand, she too froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

The mother and daughter were completely panicked. One was young and naive, and the other was simple and timid. Faced with this sudden situation, they had no ability to cope at all and were at a loss.

Fang Huifen felt a wave of dizziness and sat down on the ground with a thud. Her mind was in complete turmoil. Although she had been a sex slave for more than ten years, Fang Huifen still had a last shred of bottom line and shame in her heart. Even in front of outsiders, she was still a respected high school teacher. But now, her last shred of bottom line and secret had been torn open, and the biting cold wind instantly rushed in through the opening, freezing her heart into a block of ice.

"Mom!"

Huang Qian quickly knelt down to help her mother, only to find her face deathly pale, devoid of any color, her body trembling violently, clearly terrified.

"Mom, Mom, don't scare me, don't scare me, waaaaaah!"

Huang Qian clung tightly to her mother, as if afraid that if she let go, she would never see her again. She couldn't help but think of her great-aunt and cousin; years ago, her great-aunt had committed suicide by jumping off a building, and her cousin had cried for three days and three nights while holding her great-aunt's body. Would her mother also leave forever today?

Thinking of this, Huang Qian cried even harder, clinging to her mother so tightly that she almost choked Fang Huifen unconscious.

However, Huang Qian's actions also brought Fang Huifen back to her senses. She stared blankly at her daughter, tears streaming down her face, and hugged her back, sobbing, "What terrible things have I done? Waaaaah!"

Just as the mother and daughter were weeping bitterly, the third text message arrived.

Fang Huifen trembled as she opened her inbox. The caller ID was the same number as before, and the third message was another MMS. Although the picture wasn't as explicit as the previous ones, it completely shattered Fang Huifen's sanity. It was a photo of two people kissing. From the side, she could clearly recognize herself and Niu Tianlu. While they were kissing passionately, Niu Tianlu's hands were kneading her breasts and buttocks.

Fang Huifen could no longer suppress her fear. She frantically pressed the call button, nervously holding the phone to her ear. Mother and daughter didn't dare to utter a sound. As soon as the call connected, she screamed, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Mo Feng was almost deafened by the voice on the other end of the line. He was in a small hotel, and the phone he was holding was one he had bought from a nearby mobile phone store, along with a number. Faced with Fang Huifen's question, he wasn't foolish enough to answer. Instead, he let out a strange laugh.

Hearing the laughter from the other end, Fang Huifen felt a chill run down her spine, almost making her unable to hold the phone. Forcing herself to compose herself, she pleaded, "What do you want? What do you want?"

Mo Feng remained silent, only letting out a low, sinister laugh.

Faced with the silence, Fang Huifen's heart sank deeper and deeper. She swallowed hard and said, "Do you want money or your person?"

Huang Qian shuddered at his words, looking at her mother with pain. She knew this was a last resort; the other party hadn't sent those pictures just as a prank.

Mo Feng hadn't expected Fang Huifen to be so cooperative. He chuckled and hung up.

Fang Huifen hadn't expected him to hang up so abruptly. She frantically called out "hello" several times, but received no response except for a busy signal.

Fang Huifen slumped down, her eyes devoid of any light, a sight that chilled Huang Qian to the bone. A deathly silence fell over the house.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up again—a new text message.

"I want both the money and the person."

Upon seeing this text message, Fang Huifen felt a sudden sense of relief. Since her body was already tainted, she didn't care about tainting another person. However, she was uncertain about the money; she didn't know how much the other party would demand. Although she was a little surprised that they were only communicating via text message, she quickly replied: "How much money do you want?"

Mo Feng looked at the text message, a wicked smile spreading across his face, and wrote: "Five million."

Seeing so much money, Fang Huifen couldn't help but gasp, replying helplessly: "I don't have that much money. I'm just a high school teacher."

Mo Feng jokingly sent a text message saying: "You can ask your lover for it."

After a while, he received a text message saying: "I don't want anyone to know."

Mo Feng laughed and wrote: "How much can you offer?"

Fang Huifen thought for a moment and wrote, "Two hundred thousand."

Mo Feng replied, "Hehe, you underestimate yourself too much. I think your figure and temperament are definitely worth five million."

Fang Huifen wrote, "I really don't have that much money."

Mo Feng looked at the text message and seemed to be able to see Fang Huifen's anxious face on the other end of the phone. He smiled smugly and wrote, "I'd be losing out if you only asked for two hundred thousand. And to be honest, I'm not short of money."

Fang Huifen was silent for a moment before replying, "I can give you my body."

Mo Feng quickly wrote, "I never intended to let your body go."

After sending the text message, he didn't receive a reply for a long time. Mo Feng even had time to take a shower in the bathroom and watch TV for about ten minutes. This time, he received a new text message, a multimedia message.

When he saw the content of the multimedia message, Mo Feng's eyes twitched. His eyes narrowed into slits, and he replied coldly.

"Okay, I accept the replacement conditions."

On the other end of the phone, Fang Huifen looked at the text message, her heart bleeding. If she could, she would bite the person on the other end of the phone to death right now. On the other hand, her daughter comforted her, "Mom, it's okay."

At this moment, the mother and daughter had moved from the living room to the bedroom, and they were both completely naked, standing in front of the full-length mirror. It was here that Huang Qian took the phone from her mother, took a picture of the two of them standing naked together, and then sent it.

Mo Feng stared intently at the last MMS message. He really didn't expect that Huang Qian would be involved in this as well. In his opinion, Fang Huifen was just lonely in middle age, but he really didn't expect that this shameless and despicable woman would offer up her own daughter to protect her reputation. Thinking of this, his disgust for Fang Huifen deepened even more.

Mo Feng already loathed his mother, believing her promiscuity had ruined the family. Now, Fang Huifen's actions only intensified his disgust for this shameless and immoral woman, and his pent-up dark desires found a new outlet.

"Fang Huifen, heh heh,"

Mo Feng muttered darkly, staring at the photo. (

Chapter 8, February 14th)

The dinner that evening was utterly tasteless for Fang Huifen and her daughter.

After dinner, Fang Huifen cleared the dishes into the kitchen. Seeing her daughter leaning against the door, looking hesitant, a warmth rose in her cold heart. She gently pulled her daughter into her arms and said, "I'm fine. I won't leave you alone until you grow up."

"Mom,"

Huang Qian couldn't help but cry, her voice trembling with sobs, "Mom, should I go tonight?"

Fang Huifen shook her head, forcing a smile, and said, "No, silly child, this is my fate. Don't think nonsense. Stay home obediently, understand? I'll be back as soon as possible."

Huang Qian nodded through her tears, quietly watching her mother's hardworking figure in the kitchen.

After finishing the housework, Fang Huifen and Huang Qian went into the bedroom. Huang Qian watched as her mother changed into a black, openwork embroidered bra, which made her already very full breasts appear even fuller and more voluptuous, creating a deep and alluring cleavage. She wore narrow black lace shorts with four straps connecting to black stockings, perfectly outlining the curves of her legs. Over this,

she wore a light red short skirt, a baggy white cropped long-sleeved t-shirt that barely covered her navel, and a black leather jacket. She completed the look with mid-calf leather boots, instantly transforming into a fashionable and sexy midnight babe.

"Does it look good?"

Fang Huifen turned to the full-length mirror, forcing a relaxed smile as she asked.

Huang Qian nodded, fighting back tears, and shook her lower lip vigorously, afraid of making her mother cry as well.

Fang Huifen also suppressed her shame; only her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner fear.

"I'm leaving now, see me clearly."

Fang Huifen gave her daughter a bright smile at the door, then quickly walked out without looking back, afraid that her daughter would see her uncontrollable tears of sorrow.

At the entrance of the residential area, Fang Huifen hailed a taxi. Faced with such a beautiful woman out at night, dressed so sexily, the middle-aged driver couldn't help but steal glances at her in the rearview mirror the whole way, and even tried to strike up a conversation twice, but Fang Huifen ignored him, leaving the driver feeling awkward.

The car stopped in front of a hotel on Honghuan Road. The hotel wasn't big, but its name was quite grand: Friendship Hotel.

Fang Huifen stood at the entrance of the Friendship Hotel, looked down at her phone, and saw a last text message that clearly told her to be at room 303 of the Friendship Hotel at 8:30 pm. The sender was that strange devil.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Huifen slowly walked into the hotel lobby. It wasn't large, and the facilities were basic. Behind the counter, a woman, startled by her footsteps, stood up and asked warmly, "Looking for a room?"

Fang Huifen shook her head and said, "I'm looking for the guest in room 303."

"Oh, okay."

The woman behind the counter glanced at Fang Huifen, too lazy to ask further. For small hotels like theirs, a large portion of their income came from patrons of extramarital affairs or prostitution. She took out a key card and handed it to Fang Huifen, saying, "Someone asked me to give the 303 room card to the person coming here; it must have been you."

Fang Huifen took the card and quickly went up the stairs. Each step of the short three-story staircase felt like walking on thin ice; the fear in her heart made her unsure how to face what might happen next.

Inserting the key card and opening the door, Fang Huifen was surprised to find the room empty. Just then, her text message alert rang.

"Close the door."

Fang Huifen obeyed and locked the door. She looked around, checking even the bathroom and wardrobe. There was no one there. The quiet environment eased her tension slightly, but she also felt a little lost. Her text message rang again, and she quickly read it.

"You're very obedient, I'm so glad. Don't worry, as long as you continue to be so well-behaved, I won't release the video. Let it remain a secret between us forever."

Fang Huifen sighed inwardly. Judging from the other person's tone, they wanted to control her with this for life. She didn't want to waste her energy begging anymore. She had already prepared for the worst before coming tonight, so she wrote: "I've arrived. Where are you?"

Soon, a text message arrived: "You don't need to know where I am. Teacher Fang, is your outfit sexy today? By the way, may I call you that?"

Fang Huifen replied: "Very sexy. " "You can call me that, so how should I address you?"

Mo Feng thought for a moment and wrote, "You can call me Mr. X. Ms. Fang, what are you wearing? Can you describe it?"

Fang Huifen replied, "A white t-shirt with a red skirt."

Mo Feng wrote, "Is the skirt the kind that covers your buttocks? Your buttocks are so white and perky, I really like them."

Fang Huifen was a little embarrassed by the question and it took her a while to reply, "It's a buttock-covering skirt, thank you for your compliment."

But the next text message she received made her even more embarrassed and helpless. The other party clearly asked her to take a picture of her buttocks with her phone and send the photo to him.

Fang Huifen didn't dare to refuse. Anyway, she was already prepared to lose her virginity tonight. Although the request was embarrassing, it wasn't unacceptable. So she gritted her teeth, lay on the bed, took a picture of her buttocks with her phone, and sent it. She quickly received a reply.

"Teacher Fang, your butt is so beautiful! Your students must be so lucky to have such a beautiful butt in class every day. They must be so happy they'd forget everything else. I bet the students in your class are doing terribly; they're only interested in looking at your butt all day."

Fang Huifen blushed and argued, "No way! They're all innocent kids, they don't have the messy thoughts of you adults."

Mo Feng chuckled coldly at the text message and replied, "Teacher Fang, I have a suggestion. If you told the students in your class who aren't doing well that they could touch your butt if they got good grades, I think even the worst student would be motivated to work harder."

Fang Huifen was extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to reply, so she just typed "Nonsense" and sent it.

When Mo Feng saw those two words, he almost fell off the bed laughing, thinking that Fang Huifen did have a cute side after all.

When Fang Huifen saw the next text message, she glanced at it, sighed, obediently took off her short skirt, took another picture of her buttocks—wearing only underwear—and sent it. A moment later, she received a new request: to take more pictures from different angles, showing her in her underwear.

Fang Huifen took eight pictures in a row, her face flushed with embarrassment. She leaned casually against the headboard, looking at the pictures being sent on her phone, feeling incredibly ashamed.

Mo Feng, looking at the eight pictures of her buttocks on his phone, also felt a surge of excitement. He took off his pants, holding his phone in one hand and masturbating with the other, and sent Fang Huifen another text message: "Take off your underwear and take a few more pictures."

Helpless, Fang Huifen had no choice but to take a few more photos with her lower body naked. Mo Feng looked at the freshly taken photos on his phone, swallowing hard. His penis, which had been stroking his hand, was already as hard as an iron rod. He almost couldn't resist going to the next room to find Fang Huifen and vent his anger. That's right, he was hiding in room 305, which was only a wall away from Fang Huifen. He had paid twice the price and booked a room without an ID card. The hotel owner had seen this kind of thing many times. Basically, it was all for prostitution. As long as there was money to be made, she couldn't be bothered to care.

Having finally suppressed his desire, Mo Feng texted again: "Teacher Fang, your ass is so beautiful, I'm shamelessly hard, I really want to fuck you, is your crotch wet?"

Fang Huifen looked at the text and helplessly touched her crotch with her fingers. Her labia were dry, so she honestly replied: "No."

Mo Feng replied: "Then touch it with your fingers, make it wet, and then send me a picture."

After sending the text, Mo Feng lay on the bed, stroking his penis with his hand while looking at the pictures on his phone, imagining what was happening next door. Heavy breathing came from his mouth and nose, his face flushed red, and his lust reached its peak.

A few minutes later, a new text message arrived. Mo Feng initially felt a little disgusted, but upon closer inspection, he found it quite stimulating. The picture was a close-up of Fang Huifen's vulva. She was spreading her labia majora with one hand and taking a selfie with a camera in the other. Her vulva was smooth and clean, and he didn't know if it was natural or surgically removed. Under the flash, the photo was a bit blurry, but he could see the reflection of liquid.

Mo Feng hurriedly replied with a text message: "You're so slutty."

Fang Huifen blushed upon receiving the message and replied, "Didn't you ask me to take the picture?"

Mo Feng chuckled lewdly and wrote, "Want to have sex?"

Fang Huifen thought for a moment and wrote one word: "Yes."

Mo Feng replied, "Wanting won't help. You can only masturbate tonight. We're not ready to meet yet."

Fang Huifen asked, "Do we know each other?"

Mo Feng paused, stopped masturbating, sat up straight, and texted, "What do you mean?"

Fang Huifen wrote, "You've always contacted me by text message instead of calling. I guess you're afraid I'll recognize your voice."

Mo Feng scratched the back of his head and muttered to himself with a wry smile, "This slut is quite clever."

So he wrote, "That's right, we know each other, but you, Fang Huifen, are always so high and mighty. A nobody like me is not worthy of your attention."

Fang Huifen didn't care about his sarcastic tone and thought for a moment before writing, "That scene was taken at the school. Are you a teacher at our school? Or a security guard?"

Mo Feng's lips curled into a smile. He sneered and replied, "You bitch, stop guessing. Trying to find out my identity so you can cover it up? I'm the toilet cleaner at your school, specializing in cleaning public toilets like yours."

Fang Huifen quickly replied, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just want to know who you are. You can't be satisfied with just texting me, can you? We'll meet eventually."

Mo Feng replied, "I know, but now's not the time to meet. Don't waste your time guessing my identity. If something happens to me, the internet will be flooded with your cheating videos the next day."

Fang Huifen smiled bitterly at the message and wrote, "I understand. I won't guess your identity anymore. In your eyes, I'm a promiscuous woman, and I don't want to argue about that. I just hope you can keep this a secret, okay?"

Mo Feng smiled wickedly and replied, "Of course. I'm hoping to control you for life with this secret."

Fang Huifen was silent for a moment, then replied, "I will do as you wish. If you can grant me one request, I can willingly be your plaything." "Things."

Mo Feng replied, "You bitch, what right do you have to negotiate?"

Fang Huifen replied, "This isn't a condition, it's just a request. If you agree, I'll willingly cooperate with you instead of passively letting you do it."

Mo Feng looked at the word "do it" sent by the other party, and the lust he had just suppressed rose again. He asked, "Tell me about it."

Fang Huifen mustered up her courage and wrote, "I hope you can let my daughter go?"

Mo Feng thought for a moment, and knowingly wrote, "It's that photo you sent before. What, regretting it?"

Soon, he received a reply, "Yes, I regret it."

After seeing this text message, Mo Feng's disgust for Fang Huifen subsided a little. He replied, "Okay, I'm not interested in young girls anyway. Mature women like you are more appealing, hehe."

Fang Huifen breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this text message and replied, "Thank you."

Mo Feng replied curiously, "I'm blackmailing you, why are you thanking me?"

Fang Huifen replied, "I'm just stating the facts. If you can let my daughter go, I should treat you..." Say thanks.

Mo Feng replied fiercely: "Don't think that if you please me, I will let you go. Remember your promise. From today on, from now on, you, Fang Huifen, and Teacher Fang are my Mr. X's playthings. Do you understand?"

Fang Huifen took a deep breath and replied: "Yes, I understand."

Mo Feng had a bad taste in his heart and wrote: "Don't call me Mr.

Fang Huifen replied honestly: "Remember, Master ."

Mo Feng burst into laughter and replied: "Haha, I have a good memory. From now on, I will be your master. You must listen to me. You are not allowed to resist or raise any questions. Even if I whip you with a belt, you have to shout happily, do you hear me?" "After a while,

Mo Feng received a text message with a simple sentence: "I heard it, Master. "Mo Feng was in a good

mood after seeing this. He didn't expect Fang Huifen's resistance to be so low. He thought it was because of the threat. Little did he know that Fang Huifen had been a family sex slave for more than ten years and had already been worn out.

After sending the text message, Fang Huifen stared blankly at her phone, seemingly lost in thought. She could almost see her future—one heavy shackle after another, a future devoid of hope that sent chills down her spine. She couldn't help but look out the window, and an image of a pool of blood flashed before her eyes. Should she also follow her aunt's path? Lost in her thoughts, a new text message arrived. After reading it, a bitter smile appeared on her lips as she replied, "Fennu understands, Master. From now on, I am Master's Fennu."

Mo Feng received... Upon receiving the text message, the first instruction he smugly gave read: "Fennu, take off your top too, let your master check if your breasts are sagging and deformed."

After taking off her clothes, Fang Huifen proactively took seven or eight close-up photos of her breasts, some showing only one breast, some with her arms supporting both breasts, and some showing her deep cleavage. She even took separate photos of her nipples and areolas and sent them over. Her large breasts were slightly sagging, but it didn't detract from their beauty; instead, it added to their weighty visual impact, which greatly pleased Mo Feng, who could

n't help but send a text message praising them. Not satisfied with just sending the text message, Mo Feng simply took a picture of his penis and sent it over, then texted back: "Now put your fingers in your mouth, imagine you're sucking my cock, lick and suck it properly, say some lewd things, and I'll call you right away to show me your most lewd side completely."

After sending the text message and waiting a few seconds, Mo Feng impatiently dialed Fang Huifen's number. After a busy signal, the call connected. She seemed to pause for a moment, organizing her thoughts; Mo Feng could even hear heavy breathing, followed by a soft, sucking sound. Fang Huifen's voice slowly came through the phone.

"Is this Master? It's Fen Nu. Master, are you listening?"

Fang Huifen's voice was incredibly soft, different from her usual classroom tone, carrying a greater degree of allure and ingratiation, and her speech was much slower.

Mo Feng suppressed the urge to speak, not even daring to hum in response, afraid of giving away his secret.

Seeing only breathing on the other end of the phone, Fang Huifen knew the other party was being cautious, so she stopped probing. Instead, she forced a happy expression and giggled, saying, "If it's inconvenient for Master to speak, then I'll speak for you. Master, I miss you."

This voice gave Mo Feng goosebumps. It wasn't unpleasant, but rather completely unexpected. If it had been yesterday, he would never have imagined that the dignified and elegant Fang Huifen would have a voice even more affected than a third-rate starlet. To be honest, Mo Feng would have preferred Fang Huifen to speak in a normal voice, but since they were on a call, he couldn't send her a text message to explain.

Fang Huifen, never one to mince words, continued in a coquettish voice, "Master, were the photos of my buttocks that I sent you pretty? You made me take so many pictures, do you especially like Fen Nu's buttocks? Hehe, Master, do you want to touch them? My buttocks are very elastic, big and soft. Master, I really want you to come and touch my buttocks quickly, oh, it's so itchy and uncomfortable."

Hearing the panting on the phone, Fang Huifen felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, that bastard Niu Tianlu usually had many tricks up his sleeve, always making her moan in different ways in bed. However, those times were usually due to aphrodisiacs and the lustful impulses of sex, which made her act wantonly. Saying these things in a rational and sober state was truly a first for her.

Mo Feng gritted his teeth and swallowed hard, his hand constantly stroking his erect penis. Waves of pleasure spread throughout his body with the erection of his penis. He seemed to be on the verge of ejaculation when Fang Huifen on the other end of the phone continued to utter lewd words. This time, she changed the topic to her breasts.

"Master, guess what I'm touching right now? Hehe, let Fennu tell you, I'm touching my own breasts. I really don't understand why you men like these two mounds of flesh, and it seems like the bigger the better. Master, do you like big breasts? Fennu's breasts are very big and heavy. Oh dear, my nipples are hard just talking to you, Master. Ahhh, I really want to put my nipples in your mouth and let you bite them with your teeth. Mmm, Master, do you want to lick my nipples and knead my breasts? Ahhh, I feel a little comfortable kneading them myself. Master, when can I see you? My body feels so uncomfortable, I miss you so much."

Mo Feng couldn't hold back any longer. He closed his lips tightly, his body trembled slightly, and white semen gushed out from his large glans. His penis trembled repeatedly, and the orgasmic pleasure brought by ejaculation almost made him groan.

The experienced Fang Huifen immediately sensed it from the other person's heavy breathing and cautiously said, "Master, did you just ejaculate? Oh dear, what a pity. If only I were here. Master's semen is so precious, how could it be wasted? Master should have stuffed your thick, hard cock into Fennu's mouth, and I would have swallowed every last drop. Master, I love your cock, it's so long and thick. I can't wait to be fucked by Master. Master, do you want to fuck me? If you do, anytime, anywhere. Fennu's body belongs entirely to Master. Ahhh, I feel so uncomfortable..." "Tsk tsk tsk, Master, I'm sucking your cock, can you hear me? So long, tsk tsk tsk, so thick, tsk tsk tsk, Master, ahhhhh."

Stimulated by the words, Mo Feng's penis, which had just softened, became erect again. Biting his lip, he listened to Fang Huifen's continuous lewd words. With rapid masturbation, he soon experienced his second ejaculation. As Fang Huifen spoke, she became more and more confused and infatuated. From being forced at the beginning to being unable to control herself, she held the phone in one hand and spoke lewd words. Several fingers of her other hand were inserted into her wet vagina. With continuous thrusting and caressing, she also reached a climax.

Their climaxes occurred almost simultaneously. For a moment, the phone was silent except for their heavy breathing and panting. These sounds seemed more convincing than any obscene words. After a long while, Fang Huifen cautiously asked in a normal tone, "Master, are you satisfied with Fen Nu's performance just now?"

Mo Feng couldn't help himself and tried to lower his voice, giving a heavy "Mmm. "

Fang Huifen breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Then I will obediently be Master's sex slave as agreed from now on. I also hope Master will keep his promise, keep the secret, and not harm my daughter." As

soon as she finished speaking, the phone was hung up. She was momentarily confused, thinking the other party was going back on their word, but soon a new text message arrived. After reading the message, she finally relaxed and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Mo Feng played with his phone, looking at the last text message, a rather amused smile on his face.

Having unexpectedly acquired such a wonderful toy, Mo Feng naturally wouldn't let her off easily. After resting for a while and regaining his energy, Mo Feng demanded that Fang Huifen send him some lewd pictures.

Faced with his unreasonable request, Fang Huifen had no room to refuse. Soon, Mo Feng's phone album was filled with all sorts of suggestive pictures, all featuring Fang Huifen. This usually dignified and beautiful high school teacher displayed a seductive charm that would make any self-proclaimed open-minded selfie enthusiast pale in comparison.

In the end, both of their phones issued low battery warnings. Mo Feng, still feeling unsatisfied, licked his lips and texted Fang Huifen: "That's enough for today. Teacher Fang's performance was truly eye-opening. I admire you greatly. There's plenty of time in the future; I will definitely try my best to uncover Teacher Fang's most lewd potential."

Fang Huifen had been thoroughly exhausted tonight, her desire ablaze by the text message. Masturbation alone couldn't extinguish the fire within her. She secretly resented him for this, thinking he should have just gone straight for her. Now she was stuck in this awkward position, feeling extremely uncomfortable. So she replied: "Master, but Fen Nu is so hot and uncomfortable because of you. What should I do?"

Mo Feng chuckled and called her a slut, replying: "Go take a cold shower to cool down. I'm warning you, if I find you messing around with other men, hehe, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Fang Huifen pouted and wrote: "Okay, Master, I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, go ahead, I'm going to sleep."

"Goodnight, Master."

Fang Huifen added a selfie of herself pouting and giving a kiss after her last text message, making Mo Feng chuckle and curse her again as a slut.

After tidying his clothes, he checked the time—it was already 11:30—and quietly went downstairs and slipped out of the hotel, disappearing into the distance. Unbeknownst to him, in a taxi not far behind, a surprised and puzzled gaze was fixed on his vanishing figure.

About ten minutes later, a swaying woman emerged from the hotel entrance. She looked around, and suddenly a taxi pulled up in front of her. She peeked inside, gave a wry smile, opened the back door, and got in. The car started again and quickly disappeared into the night.

Chapter 9

That night, Mo Feng slept exceptionally well, with sweet dreams swirling throughout. His dreams were filled with Fang Huifen's mature and beautiful body, her soft moans. In his dreams, he wantonly ravaged this mature beauty. At home and at school, traces of their lovemaking were left everywhere. In his dreams, Fang Huifen was both alluring and innocent, delicate yet enchanting, like a rose that permeated his heart and soul, making Mo Feng unable to control himself, sinking into the sea of desire time and time again, unable to extricate himself.

The next morning, Mo Feng woke up embarrassed to find his underwear covered in semen stains. He got up and tossed it into the laundry basket, changed into clean clothes, and found his mother had already left. Bored, he ate breakfast and couldn't resist taking out his phone again, scrolling through the photos Fang Huifen had sent him the day before. He almost wanted to text her again to harass her.

However, after thinking it over, Mo Feng suppressed his impulse. Some things are better left unsaid; he decided to let things cool down for a few days. Scrolling back, he saw the video he had secretly recorded that day and suddenly remembered the boy who had taken advantage of Fang Huifen. He felt quite annoyed, but he didn't know who he was. He planned to investigate at school the next day; if all went well, he was probably a student from the school.

Around noon, his mother returned home and hurriedly prepared breakfast. Mo Feng still ignored her. When she occasionally brought it up, he just responded with "uh-huh" or "yes." Although he could see the hurt and sadness on his mother's face when he stole glances, he felt no sympathy whatsoever. Instead, he felt a secret pleasure, thinking that she deserved it all.

In the afternoon, Mo Feng contacted Dai Jiahui and rushed to his house, carrying his schoolbag full of unfinished homework. Jin Cuixia had been invited out shopping by her coworkers, leaving just the two of them at home.

Mo Feng spent over two hours copying, working himself to the bone, before finally finishing. He slammed his pen aside, rubbing his wrist and complaining about how tiring it was, prompting Dai Jiahui to scoff, "You don't even have to use your brain, and you're complaining about being tired? I'm speechless."

Mo Feng chuckled, "I'll just be lazy. Ouch, my wrist is killing me. I'll have dinner at your place tonight."

Dai Jiahui curled his lip, "I knew you'd say that."

Mo Feng checked the time; it was almost five o'clock. He asked, "When is your mom coming back?"

Dai Jiahui also checked the time, shrugged, and said, "I don't know, probably soon."

Mo Feng's eyes lit up. "How about we cook a meal to surprise your mom?" Mo Feng chuckled.

Dai Jia Hui's face fell immediately. "How could I know how?"

Mo Feng glared at him and said, "Bookworm, all you know how to do is eat! Don't tell me you can't even wash vegetables or rinse rice."

Dai Jia Hui nodded repeatedly, saying, "My mom never lets me do these things. She always tells me to focus on my studies. Come to think of it, it seems like I can't do anything except study."

Mo Feng laughed heartily. "Haha, Kangaroo, you're a complete idiot when it comes to life skills, a high-achieving but incompetent guy."

Dai Jia Hui glanced at him defiantly and sneered, "Get lost, as if you can do everything."

"At least I can rinse rice,"

Mo Feng said proudly, patting his chest.

The two bantered and teased each other for a while. At Mo Feng's urging, Dai Jia Hui had no choice but to follow him into the kitchen. The two clueless boys quickly made a mess of the kitchen.

Jin Cuixia was already anxious on the way home, dragged around several shopping malls by her coworkers. A woman's innate shopping desire made them lose track of time. Only when they finally emerged from the mall and saw the deep night did they realize how late it was.

Jin Cuixia was worried her son was hungry, but because of the strange phone call earlier, she hadn't dared to turn on her phone for the past two days; she'd left it at home and couldn't contact her family. When she rushed home, she was immediately greeted by a strange smell. Seeing several dishes on the table that didn't look like food, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart. She felt her son had truly grown up and become sensible. When she saw two heads peeking out of the room, she couldn't stop smiling; she hadn't expected even her godson to be there.

"Did you make this?"

Jin Cuixia asked, pointing to the dishes in front of her, barely suppressing a loud laugh.

Dai Jiahui immediately betrayed Mo Feng, pointing at him with a grin and saying, "He's the head chef, I'm just assisting."

Mo Feng scratched the back of his head, looking at Jin Cuixia embarrassedly, and said, "Auntie, I didn't expect cooking to be so troublesome. I was following online tutorials, but oh dear, those tutorials were really misleading."

Jin Cuixia smiled, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, chewed it carefully a couple of times, and laughed, "Don't be so self-deprecating, it's alright. Although it looks a bit ugly and there's a bit too much oil and salt, everything else is pretty good."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Dai Jiahui and Mo Feng chuckled sheepishly. Although the stir-fried dishes were a mess, at least the rice wasn't undercooked. The three of them ate happily around the table, especially with Mo Feng there. He might not have many other talents, but his ability to crack jokes was top-notch, keeping Jin Cuixia entertained. The more she looked at her godson, the more

pleasing he became. However, for some reason, both of them always addressed Dai Jiahui as "Auntie." After dinner, Dai Jiahui went to his study to study, while Mo Feng insisted on clearing away the dishes. Jin Cuixia couldn't argue with him and could only agree with a smile.

"Mom, I'll wash the dishes. If you don't like it, you can give me some pointers,"

Mo Feng said playfully, changing his form of address when Dai Jiahui wasn't around.

Jin Cuixia's face flushed slightly for no reason. She smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble my good son."

As she spoke, looking at Mo Feng, a sense of closeness welled up within her, making her feel exceptionally comfortable with his presence, without any intention of treating him as an outsider.

Looking at the leftovers being dumped into the trash can, Mo Feng sighed dejectedly, "Sigh, what a waste. I never thought cooking was so difficult."

The meal he'd just eaten was barely edible, so there was no need to save it for the next meal.

Seeing this, Jin Cuixia instinctively reached out and gently patted his shoulder with a smile, saying, "It's alright, practice makes perfect. Besides, with Mom here, why do you need to learn to cook?"

Mo Feng laughed, "Mom can't be with me forever."

Jin Cuixia chuckled, "You'll have a wife when you grow up, hehe. Xiao Feng has a sweet tongue and is handsome; he must be very popular with girls at school."

Mo Feng sniffed and laughed, "Of course, but they're all immature little girls; I don't like them."

Jin Cuixia asked with a smile, "Oh, you have high standards. What kind do you like?"

Mo Feng thought for a moment and said, "Something more mature."

Then, he grinned at Jin Cuixia, "If only someone like..." " It would be even better if Mom were like this."

Jin Cuixia blushed at Mo Feng's words and couldn't help but pat him on the back, completely unaware that her action didn't seem like punishment but more like playful banter between lovers. She said, "You naughty boy, daring to joke with your mother, are you asking for a beating?"

Mo Feng chuckled and stuck out his tongue, saying, "I won't, I won't, Mom, please forgive me this time."

Jin Cuixia's cheeks were still a little hot, and she said with a red face, "Don't do it again. Don't joke with this old woman again, or I'll really get angry."

Mo Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender and nodded repeatedly, but then he said with a playful smile, "But Mom, you just said something wrong."

"What did you say?"

Jin Cuixia asked in confusion.

Mo Feng deliberately gave Jin Cuixia a smug look, smiled mysteriously, and whispered, "Mom, you're not some old woman, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Jin Cuixia hadn't heard such blatant praise in a long time. Although she was overjoyed, her face involuntarily fell, and she looked like she was about to explode in anger.

Mo Feng quickly added, "In every son's heart, his mother will always be the most beautiful woman. If you don't believe me, go ask Jia Hui."

Jin Cuixia was both amused and exasperated by her godson's glib tongue. She forced a stern look and glared at him, unaware that her gaze, seemingly charming and alluring, held no harm whatsoever. Instead, it made Mo Feng's heart flutter, almost causing a physical reaction.

Sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, Jin Cuixia quickly said, "I'm going for a walk in the yard. Be careful washing the dishes. If you don't do a good job, leave them there, I'll wash them

later." Without waiting for Mo Feng's reply, she fled the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, Jin Cuixia's feverish face gradually subsided, but her chest still heaved, and Mo Feng's words lingered in her mind.

"You brat,"

Jin Cuixia cursed inwardly. She wasn't sure if she was blaming him or just shy. She paced around the yard, her mind a jumble of emotions, a vague sense of worry mixed with an indescribable feeling of fulfillment. The scene in the kitchen, the sweetness and playfulness in their dialogue, felt strangely familiar, giving her a strange illusion. It was as if she had returned to the age of first love, a vibrant spring seedling stubbornly trying to sprout from her parched heart.

Lost in thought, Jin Cuixia didn't notice what was in front of her and nearly bumped into someone's arms. Startled, she heard Mo Feng's voice beside her, gentle yet playful, as he chuckled, "Mom, don't you watch where you're going? Luckily, you bumped into a living person. If you'd bumped into a telephone pole, you'd be bleeding from a head wound."

Jin Cuixia couldn't help but look up. In the dim light of the incandescent bulb above the doorway, Mo Feng's handsome face was half-hidden, radiating a stunning allure that made her feel dizzy. Her modesty got the better of her, and she involuntarily took two steps back. But unexpectedly, her front foot tripped over her back,

and she swayed backward. Jin Cuixia quickly reached out to brace herself, but instead of the ground, she bumped into a man's body. When she realized what was happening, she was overcome with embarrassment. She had fallen into Mo Feng's arms, and most of her body was in his embrace.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Mo Feng asked anxiously.

Jin Cuixia looked up and saw the undisguised anxiety and worry in Mo Feng's eyes. The slight resentment in her heart instantly vanished, replaced by a feeling of being cared for, warmth, and contentment. At this moment, she had no other thoughts but to lie quietly in this warm embrace and rest properly.

She was simply too tired. The heavy work and family pressures weighed heavily on this strong woman day after day. Her husband's intentional or unintentional distancing left her without any outlet for her stress, not even anyone to confide in. Especially recently, the shadow of being raped had been constantly looming over her like a dark cloud, and the pressure of being laid off had left her physically and mentally exhausted. If it weren't for the hope she still had for her son, she didn't know if she would have the courage to continue carrying this burden. Even so, she felt that each day was an eternity, and she was suffering terribly.

In an instant, Jin Cuixia's heart was completely overwhelmed by pain and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and in her dazed state, she seemed to grasp at a drowning person's lifeline, leaning against Mo Feng's chest without any intention of getting up.

Tears gradually soaked Mo Feng's sleeves. The early autumn wind blew, making him feel a slight chill on his arm. He couldn't help but lower his head, looking at the woman in his arms silently weeping, and a wave of pity washed over him.

He couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Jin Cuixia suddenly felt his fingers slide across her cheek, and a strange feeling rose within her. But then, realizing her indecent posture, she blushed deeply with embarrassment. She tried to stand up, but her chaotic thoughts and extreme shyness prevented her from maintaining her balance. Her body twisted and turned, and instead of standing up, she rubbed her large, full breasts against his arm several times.

Mo Feng, aroused by this unexpected surprise, quickly suppressed his desire and respectfully helped his godmother to her feet. Under the light, he saw her flushed face, lowered eyes, and a shy yet helpless expression, but no sign of displeasure. He relaxed, though his gaze lingered on Jin Cuixia. At that moment, she exuded a captivating charm unique to mature women, stunningly beautiful and unforgettable.

Jin Cuixia was in turmoil, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Even without looking, she could feel her godson's intense gaze fixed on her, making her body slightly hot. The youthful energy and compelling masculinity emanating from the young man made her restless and uneasy. A thought even crossed her mind: if Mo Feng suddenly embraced and kissed her, should she push him away or accept it?

Random thoughts filled their minds, and time seemed to stand still around them. For a long time, neither of them moved, remaining silent as if there was no sound.

Then, Dai Jiahui's voice came from inside the house: "Mom, where is she? That's strange, Mo Feng isn't here either. Mo Feng, Mo Feng!"

Mo Feng quickly replied, "What? I'm in the yard."

Dai Jiahui called out, "Oh, where's my mom?"

Mo Feng pretended to be annoyed and replied, "How should I know? She wasn't here when I was washing the dishes. Maybe she went for a walk."

"Oh, what do you mean 'left'? You don't want to stay overnight, do you? My bed isn't big enough for two people. If you want to stay, you'll have to sleep on the sofa,"

Dai Jiahui laughed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Feng thought to himself, "If your mother lets me sleep in her big bed, I might consider it." So he replied, "I'm not sleeping in your doghouse. I'll leave in a bit."

After saying that, he whispered to Jin Cuixia, "Mom, I'll go in first. Why don't you go for a walk outside?"

Jin Cuixia nodded involuntarily, carefully opened the courtyard gate, and slipped out. Once outside, she suddenly realized why she had been sneaking around, making it seem like she and Mo Feng had done something shameful. But when she thought about that strange feeling she had just experienced, she felt embarrassed and ashamed, and her heart felt truly guilty.

Soon, the courtyard gate opened, and Mo Feng stood at the door, shouting, "You didn't even come to see me off, how disloyal!"

Dai Jiahui laughed from inside, "You're not a national leader, why would I see you off? Hurry up and go."

"Then I'm leaving."

"Okay, if you see my mom, tell her to come back early, it's too dark and unsafe outside."

"Got it."

Mo Feng looked at Jin Cuixia standing in front of him and responded loudly, even playfully winking at her twice.

Jin Cuixia was completely annoyed by Mo Feng's funny face, gently covering her mouth, suppressing her laughter. When she heard him ask if she wanted to leave, she hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

The two didn't go far; the rape from that night was still vivid in their minds. They found a sheltered spot and stopped simultaneously. Jin Cuixia felt ashamed about what had happened that night. She hadn't done anything, yet she felt a strange, inexplicable emotion, a vague sense of guilt towards her family. She told herself not to get too close to Mo Feng, but she was involuntarily drawn to him, feeling a strong sense of security simply by being near him. Seeing Jin

Cuixia's silence, and the dim moonlight obscuring her expression, Mo Feng thought for a moment and asked with a smile, "Mom, can I still come for dinner in the future?"

Hearing his cautious tone, Jin Cuixia couldn't help but laugh again, softly saying, "Come if you want, why ask me?"

Mo Feng, sensing she wasn't angry, smiled and said, "If you don't welcome me, Mom, I won't dare come again."

Jin Cuixia, knowing the answer already, asked, "You haven't done anything wrong, so why

wouldn't I welcome you?" Mo Feng thought for a moment and said softly, "Because I'm afraid you'll think I know too much, so you won't welcome me."

Jin Cuixia trembled upon hearing this, biting her lip and asking suspiciously, "What do you know?"

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "I know very little. I only know that Mom seems very unhappy. Mom, would it feel better if you cried?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Cuixia's nose tingled, but she didn't want to cry in front of Mo Feng. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, but unexpectedly, she was pulled into a pair of strong hands and her head rested on a solid and warm surface. Before she could struggle free, she heard Mo Feng say gently, "Mom, although we haven't known each other for long, I truly consider you my own mother. It's strange, but I felt a sense of closeness the first time I met you. My family is so cold..." "There's no warmth at all, only with you do I feel the warmth of family. Mom, thank you."

Jin Cuixia was moved by Mo Feng's words. Her hand, which was about to push him away, slowly reached behind him, put her arm around his broad shoulders, and said softly, "Silly child, there's nothing to thank me for. Your arrival has brought a lot of joy to our family. If you insist on thanking someone, then I should thank you."

Mo Feng said softly, "Mom, is something bothering you? Is it about the layoffs at the factory?"

Jin Cuixia smiled bitterly, "Did Jiaxiang tell you?"

Mo Feng nodded and said, "He mentioned it once, but he doesn't know much about it himself. Mom, can you tell me about it?"

Jin Cuixia originally wanted to say that it would be useless to tell this kid, but then she thought that although it would be useless, it would be good to have someone to confide in. So she told him about the large-scale layoffs caused by the Hong Kong investment in the factory.

Mo Feng thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Mom, leave this to me."

Jin Cuixia leaned lazily against Mo Feng's chest and chuckled, "Little rascal, don't try to amuse your mother. What kind of guarantee are you making? You gave me hope and then disappointed me. Do you want to make me suffer again?"

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Mom, if I can get it done, how will you thank me?"

Seeing that Mo Feng's tone didn't seem unfounded, Jin Cuixia asked curiously, "You really have connections?"

Mo Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry about that. Just tell me how you'll reward me."

Jin Cuixia burst out laughing, reluctantly pulling away from Mo Feng's embrace, and looked up at him, saying, "What mischief are you up to now?"

Mo Feng pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Why do I say 'again,' Mom? When have I ever done anything bad to you?"

Jin Cuixia blushed upon hearing this, feeling inexplicably flustered, unsure how to explain, as if she had been taken advantage of by him intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing his godmother remain silent, Mo Feng paused and chuckled, "Mom, if you can't answer, you're framing me. Be careful, or I'll retaliate against you for slander, hehe."

Jin Cuixia laughed at this, glared at him, and lightly patted his chest, laughing, "You brat, you're asking for it."

This light pat was like a playful banter between lovers, making Mo Feng's heart flutter. He could

n't help but wrap his arms around his godmother's waist; she was voluptuous but not fat, possessing a unique mature woman's charm. Jin Cuixia trembled, instinctively wanting to break free, but she couldn't muster any strength. In this quiet, deserted night, a wanton thought sprouted in her heart. She closed her eyes in despair, but after a few seconds, what she expected didn't happen. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Feng's puzzled gaze, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Mo Feng seemed completely unaware of the incredible opportunity he had just missed. He smiled and said, "Mom, I'm magnanimous. I can forget about your slander tonight, haha. But if I succeed in helping you, you have to reward me handsomely."

Jin Cuixia, flustered, nodded hastily, "Whatever you say."

Mo Feng chuckled and pulled his godmother into his arms. Jin Cuixia offered no resistance. The two pressed tightly together, their hot breaths swirling within Jin Cuixia's body. She couldn't help but hug his waist, her cheeks flushed crimson. After a long while, she heard Mo Feng whisper in her ear, "Mom, the reward I want is..."

Mo Feng deliberately dragged out the syllable. He could clearly feel the mature woman's body trembling slightly in his arms, and he himself was incredibly excited. He didn't know if he should reveal his true feelings.

Jin Cuixia's heart pounded wildly, terrified of hearing any unpleasant request from Mo Feng. Yet, a hidden desire to break taboos lurked within her. But after a long silence, he remained silent. Anxious, she blurted out, "What do you want?"

The words were instantly regretted, but before she could react or utter a word of explanation, she felt another gentle kiss press against her lips.

Jin Cuixia's mind went blank. Just moments before, she had fantasized about this scene, even tacitly agreeing to the act. But when her fantasy was shattered and she was suddenly attacked, all the defenses she had painstakingly built crumbled. His kiss was like a sharp sword, swiftly severing the bonds of her restraint, completely severing her from her former self.

After a brief hesitation, Jin Cuixia frantically hugged Mo Feng, her mature and beautiful body pressing desperately into his embrace. She tilted her head back, opened her lips, and took the boy's aggressive tongue into her mouth. Their tongues sometimes parted, sometimes intertwined, their mouths saturated, exchanging saliva in each other's mouths. In just a few breaths, Jin Cuixia seemed to fall into a trance, her desire reaching its peak, sucking passionately.

The two kissed intently, their two lonely hearts drawing incredibly close at this moment.

Chapter 10

She didn't know how much time had passed. Jin Cuixia felt as if her breath had stopped. She couldn't hear any sound, only her heart pounding wildly, restless as if it would leap out of her chest. Her tongue was numb, losing all feeling. The large hands tightly encircling her waist gave her an extraordinary sense of security, like a bird returning to its nest after soaring in the sky—warm and comforting. She couldn't bear to leave.

After a long while, their lips finally parted, their foreheads touching, both breathing heavily. Jin Cuixia gradually regained her senses, recalling everything that had just happened, as if in a dream. She instinctively tried to escape, but his arm was as strong as a thousand pounds; she was like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move an inch.

Mo Feng looked at Jin Cuixia's bewildered and terrified flushed face, and couldn't resist pressing down again. This time he didn't succeed; he turned his head, and his lips pressed against the woman's smooth cheek.

"No, don't,"

Jin Cuixia hurriedly said.

Mo Feng, panting heavily, asked in a low voice, "Don't you like me?"

Jin Cuixia didn't know how to answer, so she could only say softly, "Don't be like this, I'm Jia Hui's mother."

"I know,"

Mo Feng said in a low voice, "but what does it matter? I liked you from the first moment I saw you."

Jin Cuixia smiled bitterly, "Silly child, I'm so much older than you, how could you like me?"

Mo Feng said affectionately, "Love knows no age. On the day I entered school, when I saw your figure in the crowd, I couldn't help but fall in love with you."

Jin Cuixia was slightly taken aback, and sighed, "Don't think about it anymore, we can't be together, let me go."

"I won't let go."

Mo Feng stubbornly said, "Mom, if it were for you, I wouldn't have become good friends with Dai Jiahui at all. Everything I did was to get close to you. Mom, I know your life is not good. Your husband doesn't care about you at all. He doesn't cherish you at all. But I care about you, I cherish you. Mom, I really like you."

Jin Cuixia was quite moved by Mo Feng's confession, but when she thought of the difference in their status, she resolutely shook her head and said coldly, "Mo Feng, if you let me go now, I can pretend that everything that happened tonight never happened. You will still be Jiahui's good friend and my good son. If you insist on being stubborn, I will hate you for the rest of my life. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Mom,"

Mo Feng called out painfully.

This call shattered the little resistance that Jin Cuixia had managed to muster. She almost couldn't bear it anymore. Suppressing her endless bitterness, she used all her strength to turn her head away, tears streaming down her face.

Mo Feng watched Jin Cuixia's trembling shoulders and silent sobs, finally releasing her with a trembling grip. His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingertips shaking uncontrollably, his eyes revealing despair and the hurt of abandonment.

Jin Cuixia, sensing the release, felt no joy, only endless loss and regret. An inexplicable turmoil churned her supposedly tranquil heart. She sensitively sensed the deathly aura of heartbreak emanating from the young man beside her, an emotion that deeply affected her. She felt a profound pain alongside her own loss, but she dared not speak a word of comfort, not even lift her head. She couldn't bear to look into those despairing eyes; at that moment, she only wanted to escape.

Jin Cuixia didn't know how she got home. She stood listlessly in her yard, her mind filled with everything that had just happened: his warm embrace, his gentle voice, his masculine scent—all of it echoed in her mind, refusing to leave. Finally, she couldn't bear the suppressed pain any longer, covered her face, and squatted down, weeping silently. That

night, Jin Cuixia tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep. When she woke up the next day, looking at her tear-soaked pillow, she was overcome with grief and sat there blankly for a long time.

Early the next morning, students arrived one after another, blocking the gate of the city's No. 1 High School. Dai Jiahui was walking while reading when he was accidentally pushed by someone next to him. He almost bumped into someone and quickly apologized.

"It's okay,"

a clear, familiar voice said.

Dai Jiahui quickly looked up and, by sheer coincidence, almost bumped into Huang Qian.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I really didn't bump into you, did I?"

Dai Jiahui stammered nervously, quickly apologizing again.

Huang Qian glanced at him casually, shook her head, and continued walking.

Dai Jiahui wanted to follow, but sensing her aloof and cold aura, he hesitated. When he finally mustered the courage to follow, he couldn't find her anywhere.

Just as he was looking around, he was suddenly patted hard on the shoulder, startling him so much that he almost dropped his book. He swallowed hard, turned around, and saw it was Mo Feng. He said irritably, "What are you doing? Don't you know that can scare people to death?"

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Who told you to stand in the middle of the road like a goose, what are you looking at?"

"I wasn't looking at anything,"

Dai Jiahui quickly covered up.

Mo Feng chuckled twice, put his arm around

Dai Jiahui's shoulder, and said, "Come on, let's not block their way." The two chatted and laughed as they walked towards the classroom. Mo Feng yawned incessantly along the way, prompting Dai Jiahui to ask, "Why are you yawning so much? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Mo Feng smiled and said, "I ran seven dungeons last night, and finally managed to get a small, top-tier item. You tell me, aren't you tired?"

"Serves you right,"

Dai Jiahui laughed.

The second period in the morning was English class. Fang Huifen, as always, maintained her gentle and elegant demeanor as she entered the classroom. Her stunning appearance and enviable figure once again attracted the attention of the entire class. The boys were envious, the girls were jealous and admiring, but Mo Feng's eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

Suddenly, Mo Feng felt someone staring at him. Looking down, he saw Huang Qian, who sat in front of him, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. His heart skipped a beat. He recalled how Huang Qian's gaze had been strange since he arrived at school that morning. He wondered if she knew he had secretly filmed her mother's sex tape. But that didn't make sense; how could she know? With

this thought lingering, Mo Feng spent the entire class in a state of trepidation. Fang Huifen, seeing Mo Feng's absent-mindedness several times, felt quite helpless. A whole month of school had passed, and this child had shown absolutely no interest in learning. She wondered what his parents were paying to send him to school.

"Mo Feng, come to my office after class,"

Fang Huifen finally said when the bell rang, unable to hold back any longer. She decided to call him to her office to ask about the situation and have a heart-to-heart talk.

Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement and followed Fang Huifen out of the classroom.

Fang Huifen was wearing loose-fitting khaki harem pants today. The baggy style of the pants obscured her beautiful hip curves, making her look somewhat unattractive. However, the perfect proportions of her upper and lower body and her graceful gait still gave Mo Feng a good look. Unfortunately, due to the crowd around him, he could only steal glances and didn't dare to be too blatant.

Upon entering the office, Fang Huifen elegantly sat down. Seeing Mo Feng with his head down, she chuckled and said, "Mo Feng, sit down."

She gestured to the stool next to her.

Mo Feng didn't stand on ceremony and obediently sat down, looking extremely docile.

"Lift your head up. You haven't done anything wrong. If you don't pay attention in class, it must be because the teacher's lessons aren't engaging enough, which is why you have no interest in learning, right?"

Fang Huifen said gently.

Mo Feng helplessly looked up, met Fang Huifen's gaze, and said with a wry smile, "Teacher, you're making me feel bad. Your classes are excellent. My not paying attention has nothing to do with you; it's just that I'm not interested in the lessons."

Fang Huifen nodded with a smile and said, "Since you realize this, why not try to change your study habits?"

As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper and handed it to Mo Feng.

Mo Feng frowned upon seeing it, because it was a photocopy of his first-year junior high school report card, and the name in the name column was clearly Duan Feng, the name he used before his parents' divorce.

Seeing Mo Feng's suddenly cold face, Fang Huifen said softly, "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious about you, so I used some connections to find out about your past studies. Before the first year of junior high, your grades were excellent, but they plummeted after the second year. Is it because of your parents' divorce?"

Mo Feng stood up abruptly, staring intently at Fang Huifen, and said coldly, "My family affairs are none of your business."

The surrounding teachers were startled by Mo Feng's sudden action and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with this student?"

Mo Feng ignored them and simply said to Fang Huifen, "Teacher Fang, I have class next period. I'll go back first."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Huifen's permission, he turned to leave.

"Wait."

Fang Huifen grabbed his arm. Seeing that her colleagues were all looking at her, she felt a little embarrassed and said softly to Mo Feng, "Shall we talk outside?"

Mo Feng was held tightly by her, and unable to shake her off, he was pulled up to the rooftop of the teaching building. It was recess time, and only on the rooftop was there any peace and quiet.

The rooftop of the No. 1 Middle School wasn't enclosed, and students were allowed to come up during breaks. Today, the wind was a bit strong, and there were far fewer people on the rooftop than usual, only about ten scattered individuals, including two couples who quickly moved aside when they saw a teacher coming up.

Fang Huifen didn't let go of his hand until they reached the rooftop, apologetically saying to Mo Feng, "I'm sorry, Mo Feng, I didn't mean to target you; I just wanted to help you."

Mo Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.

Following Fang Huifen to the railing, I listened quietly as she spoke: "I've been teaching at this school for almost twenty years. I've seen many bright children ruin their futures because of their own or external reasons. The one I remember most vividly is a student named Liu Baoshun. He was my first classmate. He used to have excellent grades, but suddenly they plummeted. I didn't understand why, and I put a lot of pressure on him every day. Later, he developed mental problems and had to drop out of school. Only then did I learn that it was because his father was seriously ill, and he had to work at night to support his family. I had relentlessly put pressure on him without even knowing the reason, although in the end no one blamed me for it." "Because, but I've always believed this is my responsibility."

As he spoke, Mo Feng noticed that Fang Huifen's eyes were slightly red, causing his heart to churn. He truly hadn't expected Fang Huifen to have such a genuine side. Originally, he hadn't had any special feelings for Fang Huifen. Although she was beautiful, she didn't attract him as much as Jin Cuixia. The extramarital affair that happened later made him feel a strong aversion to Fang Huifen, believing her to be a shameless woman like his mother. But if the emotions Fang Huifen had just expressed were genuine, then Mo Feng, though unwilling to admit it, had to say that from a teacher's perspective, she was a good person.

"Teacher Fang, you're a good person,"

Mo Feng said honestly.

Fang Huifen chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm hardly a good person. I'm just an hindsight expert. That's why I've never dared to be a homeroom teacher again. In that sense, I'm just a coward."

Mo Feng chuckled softly and asked, "So, teacher, you're planning to save me? But I don't need saving. I don't have a seriously ill father, and I don't work every night. I just eat, drink, play,

and play games. If you insist on making me study hard, that's not saving me, it's pushing me into a fire pit." Fang Huifen looked at Mo Feng, who was trying to sound casual, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect to influence you in one go. Or rather, my actions are just self-redemption. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mo Feng shook his head.

Fang Huifen sighed, put her hands on the railing, looked at the distant horizon, and said softly, "Mo Feng, in this life, you should at least try to do something to prove your worth, right?"

After saying that, she turned and stared at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng felt helpless under her gaze and could only nod noncommittally.

Fang Huifen seemed encouraged, flashing a bright smile that revealed her white teeth. "Back then, because of my mistake, I ruined a student's future with my own hands. So I hope to find a new beginning through you."

"Why me?"

Mo Feng asked helplessly, pointing to himself.

Fang Huifen hesitated, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said shyly, "Because you look a lot like that student."

Mo Feng was astonished, his mouth agape. He hadn't expected that reason. He scratched his head, and after a while, chuckled, "Really? There are people as handsome as me in this world?"

"Haha."

Fang Huifen burst into laughter at Mo Feng's words, laughing uncontrollably, bending over and rubbing her stomach. Even the surrounding students were drawn to her, making Mo Feng quite embarrassed.

"Is it that funny?"

Mo Feng looked around innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

Fang Huifen finally managed to stop laughing, her cheeks flushed red from the laughter. She looked at Mo Feng strangely and said, "You, aside from not being good at studying, are quite a humorous little fellow."

Mo Feng feigned a roguish act, shrugging and grinning, "Really? Hehe, teacher, please don't fall for me, I already have someone I like."

Fang Huifen was both amused and exasperated by Mo Feng's antics, and said helplessly, "You win, Mo Feng, can't you be serious for once?"

Mo Feng quickly straightened up and said, "I promise you, teacher, I will definitely study hard and improve every day."

Fang Huifen, both amused and exasperated, touched her forehead, waved her hand helplessly, and said, "Alright, that's enough for today. You can go back now, class is about to start."

"Okay, goodbye, teacher."

Having received permission, Mo Feng immediately dashed towards the stairwell. Reaching the top, he suddenly stopped and loudly proclaimed to Fang Huifen, "Teacher Fang, you're a good person."

Fang Huifen turned around in surprise, watching Mo Feng's disappearing figure. A gentle, satisfied smile appeared on her lips. Just then, the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, her eyes darkened. Reluctantly, she answered the phone, uttered a few "uh-huhs," and then hung up with a heavy heart.

In the sports equipment room, the dignified Teacher Fang Huifen of half an hour ago was now like a lowly prostitute, kneeling on the floor performing oral sex on a man. Between her rosy lips, a dark penis moved in and out. With her eyes closed, she mechanically moved her head, instinctively licking the glans and urethral opening with her tongue. The man triumphantly pulled her disheveled hair, wantonly thrusting into her alluring mouth until he ejaculated.

Looking at the panting woman, the man smiled smugly, pinching her chin and squatting down to fondle her ample breasts. Suddenly, he heard Fang Huifen softly ask, "Xiao Tian, am I a good person?"

Niu Tianlu paused for a moment, then pinched the woman's nipple hard, lewdly laughing, "I don't know if you're a good person, but I know you're a slut, and a slut who's seductive to the bone. Hehe, does a slut count as a good person?"

With that, he impatiently pressed himself against Fang Huifen again.

Fang Huifen silently endured the man's humiliation, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She silently thought, "A slut shouldn't be considered a good person, right?"

Soon, murmurs and panting echoed again in the small equipment room. Under the cover of lust, no one knew that a tear of sorrow had been shed there. February 14th,
Chapter 11.

Wednesday was National Day, a seven-day holiday according to the law. However, high school students are a special group. First-year students had a relatively easy five-day holiday, while third-year students only had two.

On Tuesday afternoon, with only one class left, the whole school was in an uproar, eagerly anticipating the end of the last class. However, Dai Jiahui remained the same. For him, school and holidays were the same; studying occupied almost all his time. When someone tapped his shoulder, he knew without turning around that it was Mo Feng. Only Mo Feng would do that to him.

"What?"

Dai Jiahui said without turning around.

"Dai Jiahui, I'd like to ask you to give this to Mo Feng for me."

A clear female voice came from behind him.

Dai Jiahui turned around in disbelief. He never expected that the person tapping his shoulder was Huang Qian.

"Huang, Huang Qian?"

Dai Jiahui stammered out the other person's name.

Huang Qian, unusually, smiled slightly, nodded to Dai Jiahui, and shoved her phone into his hand, instructing, "Please tell him I'll be at the movie theater entrance half an hour early, and ask him not to be late."

With that, she waved and turned to leave.

Dai Jiahui blankly waved back at the girl's retreating figure, his disappointment indescribable. Looking down, he saw only a movie ticket, and immediately felt an urge to tear it up and throw it in the toilet.

However, he couldn't resist. His face ashen, he returned to the classroom, not to see Huang Qian, but only Mo Feng chatting and joking with two classmates.

He grabbed Mo Feng by the neck and pulled him straight out.

In a secluded corner, Mo Feng straightened his collar and complained, "What are you doing? You used so much force, trying to strangle me? I didn't bring any money today. Even if you strangle me, you won't get anything. When I come back from National Day, I'll bring ten thousand yuan for you to strangle, how about that, hehe." Ignoring

the other's nonsense, Dai Jiahui stared into Mo Feng's eyes and asked, word by word, "Tell me, what's your relationship with Huang Qian?"

"What's wrong? Got a fever?"

Mo Feng curiously reached out to touch the other's forehead, but was unexpectedly slapped away.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say it."

Dai Jiahui lowered his voice and said coldly.

Only then did Mo Feng realize that the other was really a bit strange. He frowned and said, "What do you think? What could my relationship with her be?"

"How should I know? That's why I'm asking you."

Dai Jiahui almost shouted.

Mo Feng quickly covered his ears, pleading, "Okay, okay, you're the boss. What happened? I have nothing to do with Huang Qian anymore. That quiet girl is your type, I have absolutely no interest in her."

"Then how do you explain this?"

Dai Jiahui pushed the ticket in his hand towards the other person.

Mo Feng curiously took it, looked at it, and muttered, "Dahua Cinema, 8:30 pm, what movie is playing? Why did you suddenly decide to invite me to the movies?"

Seeing that Mo Feng seemed completely unaware, Dai Jiahui calmed down a bit this time and said coldly, "Nonsense, who invited you to the movies? Huang Qian gave it to me and asked me to pass it on to you."

Mo Feng frowned, pushed the ticket back, and said, "I'm not going, you go for me. Anyway, you like her, you can confess to her."

Dai Jiahui's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. He looked around guiltily and hurriedly said, "Why are you speaking so loudly? You want everyone to know..." "Did you hear that?"

Mo Feng chuckled. "Why do you always look so guilty? Liking someone isn't a crime. If you never say anything, how will the other person know? Look at Huang Qian, she's so proactive. She just gave me the movie tickets because she liked me. What if I liked her too? That would be perfect!"

Dai Jia Hui immediately panicked, his face turning red, and shouted, "You're not allowed to like her!"

Mo Feng waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Okay, okay, I don't like her. I like you, fine. I was just using an example. Look how anxious you are. Here, take the tickets. Don't be late tonight. Is everything alright? If not, I'm off."

"Wait!"

Dai Jia Hui grabbed Mo Feng's arm, his face flushed. "No, no, I can't go."

"Why? Don't tell me you're going to study tonight. I'll despise you."

Mo Feng said smugly.

Dai Jiahui looked at the ticket in his hand with embarrassment and said, "This ticket is for you. What would it be like if I went? You should go."

Mo Feng shrugged helplessly and said, "I already said I don't like her, so I'm not going."

Dai Jiahui said in a pleading tone, "No, no, you have to go. Otherwise, what's the point of her waiting in vain? Um, you can go, but not to pick up girls. You have to make it clear to her that you don't like her, understand?"

Mo Feng nodded and said, "What if she doesn't confess to me tonight, but just asks me to go to the movies?"

Dai Jiahui looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot and said, "Do you think that's possible?"

Mo Feng chuckled, took the movie ticket and shook it, saying, "I can't go for nothing, can I? Do you have anything in return?"

Dai Jiahui spread his hands and said, "I have nothing but this person. Take what you want."

Mo Feng smiled smugly and said, "Little brat, next time during the exam, be more willing to let me copy your answers. Don't always have to give me a signal."

"Damn it, I'm already being lenient by letting you copy, and you're still being picky."

"Will you agree or not? If you don't, I won't go tonight."

"Ugh, you're threatening me."

"Yes, I am threatening you, and if you still don't agree, I'll accept

your confession tonight." "You jerk, I agree."

"That's more like it, haha."

"Don't run away, you brat."

The two joked and bickered as they returned to the classroom. As soon as they entered, they saw Huang Qian sitting upright in her seat writing, completely ignoring the two who came in. Dai Jiahui felt quite embarrassed. He glanced at Mo Feng and saw him looking back and forth between him and Huang Qian with a wicked grin. He immediately blushed.

Finally, school was over. The students rushed out of the classroom. Dai Jiahui slowly packed his bag, watched Huang Qian leave the classroom, and then sighed heavily, praying in his heart that Mo Feng wouldn't suddenly have any lustful thoughts.

Since his mother wasn't home that evening, Mo Feng simply tossed his schoolbag at home and went out for dinner. If it weren't for what happened with Jin Cuixia, he would definitely have gone to Dai Jiahui's house for dinner tonight. However, after what happened that day, he didn't really want to go.

He took a taxi directly to Dahua Cinema, ordered a large bowl of beef noodles at a nearby noodle shop, and after eating, he wandered around the neighborhood, finding a corner to play mobile games. Seeing that it was almost 8 o'clock, he got up, dusted himself off, and looked towards the cinema entrance. He immediately spotted Huang Qian standing quietly at the entrance.

She wore a red cloak on top, a gray woolen midi skirt on the bottom, black children's socks, and black leather shoes. She looked fresh and lovely, like a girl next door who had stepped out of a comic book, so beautiful that one couldn't bear to touch her, afraid that she would disappear like a bubble in a dream.

She stood there quietly, seemingly without any anxiety from a distance, like a sculpture, and every passerby couldn't help but take a second look.

Even with his thick skin, Mo Feng couldn't keep the girl waiting any longer. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach her. If Fang Huifen hadn't sent him the nude photos of the mother and daughter, he probably wouldn't be so embarrassed. Afterwards, he couldn't help but look at the photo many times. Although it wasn't very clear, he had still imagined the girl's delicate body, making him feel uncomfortable whenever he saw Huang Qian.

"Sorry for coming so early, there was traffic."

Mo Feng pretended to have run over, panting heavily, and made up a lame excuse.

"It's okay, I just got here too."

Even now, Huang Qian remained aloof and indifferent.

Mo Feng smiled and said, "Thank you for inviting me to the movie. What movie?"

Huang Qian replied, "I don't know."

Mo Feng asked curiously, "What movie did you invite me to?"

Huang Qian bowed her head shyly and said, "Actually, I have some things I want to ask you. The movie was just an excuse."

Mo Feng waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in answering your question. Here, take the ticket."

Huang Qian didn't take the ticket, but instead whispered, "Where were you last Saturday night?"

Mo Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Why?"

Huang Qian said, "I just want to know if the person who appeared at the Friendship Hotel that night was you."

"What Friendship Hotel? Sorry, I find your question baffling,"

Mo Feng replied curtly. He was now filled with regret. If only he had known this would happen, why did he have to stay at the hotel? He could have gone home earlier and everything would have been fine. But he also knew that he had been driven by lust that night and had considered having sex, but in the end, he didn't have the guts to actually do it. If he had known he would be seen, he would have been better off running away sooner.

Seeing Mo Feng's stubborn defiance, Huang Qian didn't know how to proceed with her questioning. For the past two days, she had been unable to sleep, constantly thinking about her mother being blackmailed. In this family, her only concern was her mother. Faced with the stranger's threats, she was powerless to resist, only hoping to share the burden with her mother, even if it meant sacrificing her own body. Moreover, after being violated by several beasts, she didn't care about chastity or her body; as long as it alleviated her mother's pain, it was worth it in her eyes.

The nude photos of the mother and daughter that night were only taken after she had repeatedly forced and begged her mother to agree. She never expected that after her mother returned, she would tell her that the stranger had promised to let her go. As for the conditions, her mother resolutely refused to say. In Huang Qian's mind, it was an unbearable and harsh request. The thought of her mother's future suffering made her heart ache terribly.

Afterwards, she thought about it over and over again, and the more she thought about it, the more suspicious the person she saw in the taxi seemed. Although she couldn't see him very clearly, he vaguely resembled Mo Feng, and his figure was similar. However, it wasn't easy for her to admit in her heart that the sunny Mo Feng was the stranger with the vulgar and obscene tone.

After much deliberation, Huang Qian finally couldn't bear the torment in her heart and secretly arranged to meet Mo Feng through Dai Jiaxiang. She had considered what would happen if Mo Feng denied it to the death, and seeing that this was indeed the case,

she had no choice but to bite the bullet and pull Mo Feng aside, staring into his eyes and saying, "The person that night really wasn't you?" She knew nothing about what happened in the hotel that night. Fang Huifen couldn't possibly tell her daughter that she had only taken pictures and masturbated. Huang Qian couldn't bear to ask any more questions. Even she herself was a little confused about her purpose in seeing Mo Feng tonight.

Mo Feng, of course, would never admit it, but seeing Huang Qian's tone soften, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "I don't understand what you're saying. I'm so curious, why are you so concerned about me? Do you like

me?" Huang Qian blushed immediately upon hearing this, took two steps back as if afraid he would use his "breast-grabbing dragon claw" technique, covered her chest with both hands, and glared at Mo Feng, saying, "No way!"

Mo Feng chuckled and said, "Then I'm relieved. I'm not interested in you either, but I know someone who really likes you."

Huang Qian nodded and said, "You mean Dai Jiaxiang, right?"

Mo Feng nodded in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you already knew. That idiot is still hiding it."

Huang Qian said blankly, "Please tell him that I don't like him, I don't like boys."

Mo Feng said with a grin, "Tsk tsk, does Huang Qian like girls?"

Huang Qian glared at him and said, "Since you say you don't, then forget it. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Mo Feng was taken aback and quickly said, "Are you just going to leave me here alone? At least come watch a movie with me before you go."

Huang Qian stopped, coldly shook her head, took out another movie ticket from her pocket, handed it to Mo Feng, and said, "Go find someone else to watch with. I'm not interested. Goodbye."

With that, she let go of his hand and left without looking back.

Mo Feng picked up the movie ticket from the ground with a wry smile, flicked it with his hand, and looked in the direction Huang Qian had left. His thoughts raced. He wondered how much this young girl actually knew. However, the lesson he learned from this incident made him realize that he must be extremely cautious before trying to blackmail anyone again, lest he give himself away.

Mo Feng wandered aimlessly around the movie theater entrance for a couple of minutes, unable to think of anyone else he could go to the movies with. He couldn't just throw it away; he had nothing better to do anyway, so he decided to watch it alone.

Just a few steps into the cinema, a voice suddenly reached his ears: "Excuse me, do you still have tickets for 'Desire and Red Dust'?"

"I'm sorry, miss, there's only one showing tonight at 8:30, and the tickets are sold out. How about you reserve one for tomorrow night?"

the ticket seller replied politely.

"Tomorrow night? I'm busy. I'm sorry, I'll try another cinema."

"Okay, sure."

Mo Feng glanced at his movie ticket, smiled, and quickly walked over, saying from behind the woman, "Sister, I have a ticket." The

woman buying the ticket had flowing long hair, and her back view was incredibly graceful. However, there are too many women in this world with captivating backs but frightening fronts, so Mo Feng didn't have high expectations. But when the woman turned around, he was still deeply shocked. Not because she was ugly, but because she was stunningly beautiful.

The woman had thin, crescent-shaped eyebrows, bright, captivating eyes, and a rosy glow on her cheeks. Her high nose and thin lips formed exquisite features, and a faint sorrow veiled her beautiful face, making her all the more pitiful.

Mo Feng was embarrassingly dumbfounded. Judging by appearance alone, this woman was definitely no less beautiful than his mother, Li Man. The only difference was her slightly less refined demeanor. However, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this gentle, delicate charm was exactly Mo Feng's type. The sorrow in her eyes, in particular, stirred a strong urge to protect her. But this woman looked older than him, so he probably didn't need her protection.

Seeing Mo Feng's dazed expression, the stunningly beautiful woman couldn't help but chuckle. Her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, instantly captivating Mo Feng's eyes and mind. As far as the eye could see, apart from this woman more beautiful than any flower, he seemed unable to see or hear anything else.

"Hey, are you alright?"

When Mo Feng snapped out of his reverie, he saw the other woman staring at him curiously, waving a hand in front of his face. He realized he had been lost in thought, and his face immediately turned as red as a monkey's bottom, almost dying of embarrassment.

The woman, seeing Mo Feng's sudden blush, covered her mouth and chuckled. Mo Feng had the advantage of being younger; if an adult had stared like that, the woman would have definitely stormed off in anger. But Mo Feng was clearly a minor, and his extremely shy appearance only made the woman find it amusing.

Mo Feng dared not look at the woman's alluring face any longer, and quickly handed over the ticket, saying, "Here, take this movie ticket, you can go see it."

The woman, seeing the ticket in Mo Feng's hand, immediately said happily, "Thank you, how much is it? I'll give it to you."

Mo Feng stammered, "No, it's free, you can keep it. Someone gave it to me."

The woman found Mo Feng's stammering extremely amusing, chuckled, and took the ticket, saying, "Thank you then."

"You're welcome,"

Mo Feng said, and hurriedly walked out of the theater.

The woman took a step after him and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to see it?"

Mo Feng scratched his head and said, "I'm not going to see it. I didn't want you to misunderstand and think I was trying to take advantage of you, that's why I gave you the ticket."

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Such a young age, yet you're already thinking such wild thoughts. Let's watch together, otherwise I'll feel bad."

Mo Feng was naturally delighted to hear this, but he still politely declined, saying, "Really,

you don't mind? I'm afraid your boyfriend might suddenly show up and beat me up, and I'll be upset." The woman smiled, her expression somewhat forlorn, and said softly, "No, come on, let's go buy some popcorn. Pick whatever you want, it's on me."

"Really? Then I won't be polite,"

Mo Feng said happily, trying his best to appear innocent and cute.

The two bought seven or eight kinds of food, and seeing that it was almost 8:30, they entered the screening room one after the other.

Chapter 12,

"The World of Desire and Red Dust," tells the story of a Shanghai dancer's bitter and tearful history during the Republican era. Starring a famous domestic actress, the film had been promoted nationwide for a year and was rumored to be aiming for international awards.

Mo Feng didn't know this beforehand; rather, a young man sitting in front of him was incessantly spoiling the plot for the girl next to him. Although he disliked this type of film, having someone constantly revealing the ending of the story while watching a movie was incredibly annoying.

Mo Feng kept rolling his eyes at the person in front of him, then glanced sideways at the woman next to him. She seemed completely unaffected by the annoying person in front of her, staring intently at the screen, seemingly engrossed.

Mo Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and watch. When the scene depicted a dancer receiving help from a young tycoon in a moment of crisis, and the two falling in love, he heard a sigh from beside him. Looking at her somewhat dreamy and longing eyes, he saw a hint of envy, completely absorbed in the plot and characters. Just then, the boisterous man in front said, "Jiajia, I told you, this man is no good. He heartlessly abandons the female lead later, and her eventual suicide is decisively related to him."

Mo Feng was almost speechless with frustration upon hearing this, and couldn't help but say, "Hey, buddy in front, could you please stop spoiling the plot?"

The man turned around; he was a thin, long-faced man in his twenties. He first glanced at the woman beside Mo Feng with surprise. Clearly stunned by her stunning beauty, he then turned his gaze towards her, his face darkening, and said, "Little brat, I'm just saying what I want to say, it's none of your business."

Mo Feng wasn't one to back down either. Seeing that the other party not only showed no sign of backing down but also adopted a threatening tone, and with a beautiful woman beside him, he couldn't afford to back down. He immediately responded coldly, "You've been spouting nonsense for so long, of

course it's none of my business." The man in the front row immediately became furious, stood up abruptly, and, disregarding the occasion, pointed at Mo Feng's nose and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you brat, do you want to die?"

His voice was loud, attracting the attention of dozens of people in the small theater. However, no one spoke up to stop him, after all, it wasn't their business. Those sitting nearby, seeing the thumb-thick gold dog chain around the man's neck, didn't even dare to breathe.

Mo Feng, unable to contain his anger after being insulted, stood up and glared back defiantly. Just as he was about to retort, he felt a tight grip on his hand. Turning around, he saw his sister tugging at his sleeve and whispering, "That's enough, don't argue." Distracted,

Mo Feng couldn't utter his harsh words. The man in front of him, still smug and unrestrained, said, "You brat, you haven't even grown your hair yet, and you're already trying to pick up girls. Beautiful lady, are you free tonight? I'll take you for a threesome, hehe."

The latter part was directed at the woman beside Mo Feng; the lewd and greedy look in his eyes was tangible, like two sharp swords tearing through her clothes.

The woman seemed surprised that the man dared to be so insolent in public. She was both ashamed and angry, trembling all over. She suddenly stood up, tugging at Mo Feng's sleeve, and said, "Let's go."

Mo Feng was also furious, wanting nothing more than to punch this repulsive man in the face, but fearing he might involve those around him, he suppressed his anger, gave a cold snort, and followed her out.

"I'm so sorry, sister, it's all my fault for being so talkative. We didn't even finish

the movie," Mo Feng apologized guiltily as they left the theater.

The woman smiled and said, "It's not your fault, it's his fault. It's better not to watch the rest. According to his spoilers, the ending is too tragic; it's better to leave it as a memory."

Mo Feng smiled and said, "Sister, you're so magnanimous, so understanding."

The woman smiled and said, "Thank you for today, little brother. Hehe, it's getting late, you should go home now."

Although Mo Feng wanted to stay with her a little longer, he had no excuse to linger, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll be going now, goodbye sister."

The woman nodded.

The two parted ways at the cinema entrance. After walking a few steps,

Mo Feng touched his jacket pocket and realized he'd forgotten his jacket, containing his keys and wallet, inside the theater. He quickly turned back. Just as the woman was about to leave, she saw Mo Feng return and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Feng pointed to himself and smiled wryly, "My jacket...sigh, ugh, I left it inside."

The woman smiled and said, "I'll go in with you to get it."

Mo Feng quickly waved his hand, saying, "No need, no need, you go back first."

The woman shook her head and said, "It's alright, I don't have anything planned for tonight, and the air is so nice tonight, I want to walk around a bit more."

Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Mo Feng's sleeve and followed him back into the theater.

They explained the situation to the cinema staff. Luckily, they still had their movie tickets. After showing them to the staff, someone quickly retrieved Mo Feng's jacket.

Mo Feng checked the jacket and keys, nodded his thanks, and then left with the woman.

Mo Feng thought for a moment, then stammered, "Sister, if you don't mind, how about I walk around with you? You're so beautiful, what if you run into some lecherous guy?"

The woman laughed, "Of course I don't mind, but are you sure you'll be alright if you go home late?"

Mo Feng smiled and said, "It's fine, no one at home will bother me."

The woman nodded and said, "Oh, by the way, I still don't know your name."

"My name is Mo Feng, Mo as in 'unknown,' and Feng as in 'maple leaf.'"

Mo Feng immediately pressed, "Oh dear, sister is so cunning! Usually, you'll tell someone your own name before asking theirs."

The woman giggled and said, "Women's names are usually kept secret, don't you know?"

Mo Feng nodded with a bitter face and said, "Then what should I call you, sister?"

A hint of worry flashed across the woman's face, and she said softly, "Just call me Sister Tian."

"Is it 'sweet' as in 'sweet'?"

Mo Feng chuckled.

Sister Tian smiled and said, "Tian as in 'field.'"

"Sister Tian's surname?"

Mo Feng pressed.

"More or less."

"Ah, what do you mean 'more or less'? Even names can be similar."

"Why not, little brother? Are you here to check my household registration?"

"Haha, I'm an undercover agent specifically in charge of the census. Sister Tian, are you a college student?"

"No, I'm working."

"What do you do?"

"Accountant. And you, are you a high school student?"

"Yes."

The two strolled aimlessly, chatting as they went. Sister Tian's voice was lovely, soft and gentle, just like her—very kind and approachable. But Mo Feng, perhaps mistaken, sensed a lingering sadness in her tone.

Along the way, Mo Feng tried his best to amuse her, and seeing Sister Tian's repeated bursts of laughter, a strange feeling welled up within him.

"Sister Tian, do you have a boyfriend?"

At the edge of Nanhu Park, Mo Feng's heart pounded, but he casually asked, feigning nonchalance.

Hearing this, Sister Tian stopped and looked at the boy beside her. After a pause, she smiled and said, "What, you want to pursue me?"

Mo Feng steeled his resolve and nodded vigorously, saying, "If you don't have a boyfriend, please give me a chance."

Sister Tian looked at Mo Feng's determined and serious expression and smiled, "Then give me a reason to accept you."

Upon hearing this, Mo Feng was overjoyed. The other party's words clearly didn't mean a direct rejection. He quickly said, "Okay, okay, don't rush me, I need to think about it."

Sister Tian chuckled and ran a few steps away, saying, "Take your time thinking, no rush, haha."

Mo Feng stared at her graceful back, somewhat mesmerized. His heart, shattered by Jin Cuixia's rejection, seemed to regain its vitality at this moment. He took two steps forward and grabbed her cool little hand, saying, "I've thought of something."

Sister Tian didn't pull away from his warm hand, looking at Mo Feng with dreamy eyes. She parted her lips slightly and slowly said, "Tell me."

Mo Feng Seeing the woman's hesitant yet expectant eyes, he hesitated and said, "Uh, I'll think about it some more."

Sister Tian burst into laughter, bending over with mirth. After finally straightening up, she looked at the bewildered young man and chuckled, "Can't quite put your finger on it, can you?"

Mo Feng nodded repeatedly, saying shyly, "I just feel very comfortable and happy with you, but I don't know how to express my feelings."

Sister Tian smiled gently, lightly stroking the young man's cheek, and murmured, "Because you're still young, you don't know how to express your feelings yet. Your feelings for me are just a fleeting infatuation. Don't take it to heart, understand?"

Mo Feng nodded as if he understood, then shook his head and said, "But I think I really like you."

Sister Tian laughed, "Alright, silly boy, I'll reluctantly be your girlfriend tonight, okay?"

She said this, but her expression was that of someone playing house with a child.

Mo Feng was quite displeased and said, "Sister, I'm not a child anymore."

Sister Tian laughed and said, "What, you're not satisfied? Then pretend I didn't say anything."

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand back.

Mo Feng quickly grabbed her hand and said, "No, no, how can I go back on my word?"

Sister Tian looked at the boy with a smile and said, "I'm only doing this to repay you for the movie tickets you gave me. Don't get the wrong idea, understand?"

Mo Feng nodded helplessly, still somewhat unwilling to give up, and said, "Is it only tonight? Anyway, tomorrow is National Day, why not extend it for a few more days?"

Sister Tian waved her hand with a smile and said, "No, don't push your luck, or I might cancel the agreement at any time."

Mo Feng could only nod bitterly again.

Seeing Mo Feng's low spirits, Sister Tian smiled and walked to his side. She deftly slipped her arm under his, taking his arm in hers, but skillfully avoided touching his chest. She chuckled, "Alright, don't look so gloomy. Even though it's just for one night, you're still my first boyfriend."

Mo Feng looked at her in surprise, incredulously saying, "Sister, you...you've never been in a relationship before? Good heavens, are your standards too high, or are all the men around you blind?"

Sister Tian smiled slightly, not answering, but gently swaying his arm, saying, "What should we do next?"

Mo Feng's mind raced, and he said, "Sister, let's go to the Never-Sleeping City."

"Okay,"

Sister Tian nodded.

The Never-Sleeping City wasn't a nightclub, but a large, 24-hour amusement park. After a half-hour taxi ride, they arrived at the bustling entrance. Although it was already 9:30 pm, because it was the National Day holiday the next day, the place was still packed with people, especially students and couples.

Mo Feng and his girlfriend, Tian Jie, attracted countless eyes the moment they appeared because of Tian Jie's stunning beauty. Whether intentional or not, Tian Jie quickly adopted the role of a girlfriend the moment she got off the bus, clinging to Mo Feng's arm and acting like a little bird nestled against him. The sweetness and joy on her face made her look like a woman deeply in love, and countless invisible gazes pierced Mo Feng's entire being, leaving him with 365 gaping holes.

"Sister, standing next to you is really stressful,"

Mo Feng said with a wry smile after they bought their tickets and entered the gate, still feeling the gazes surrounding them.

Sister Tian chuckled and whispered in the boy's ear, "Now that you're my boyfriend, you have to take on the responsibility of protecting me."

Mo Feng felt a little lightheaded as the woman's warm breath brushed against his ear. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry."

Mo Feng had initially thought that Sister Tian, being such a gentle and approachable girl-next-door, would only like mild and non-exciting games. However, once they started playing, he discovered that Sister Tian had a particular fondness for high-altitude thrill rides, such as roller coasters, pirate ships, and rocket engines. Every time Mo Feng rode one, his heart pounded. He glanced at Sister Tian occasionally, only to find her unusually excited and thoroughly enjoying herself.

Dragged by Sister Tian down the high-altitude zipline for the third time, Mo Feng, his eyes brimming with tears, clung to her hand and pleaded, "Sister, my dear sister, I can't go on anymore, I'll die if I keep going!"

Sister Tian pursed her cute little lips and chuckled, "You can't go on already? You really disappoint your sister, hehe."

Mo Feng looked at her with a resentful expression and muttered softly, "It's because you're too reckless, sister."

Sister Tian smiled and glared at the boy, then pulled his hand and said, "Then..." "Come with me to ride that one, it's not too thrilling, is it?"

Following Sister Tian's finger, Mo Feng saw a tall Ferris wheel and nodded in relief. Forcing himself to stay alert, he bounced a couple of times and laughed, "Let's go, sister."

Sister Tian nodded and affectionately took Mo Feng's hand. Their hands unconsciously intertwined. Mo Feng secretly glanced at Sister Tian's profile, inwardly marveling at how much the Creator favored this woman.

Suddenly, Sister Tian turned her head sharply, looking at Mo Feng with a strange smile. Seeing the infatuation in his eyes, she couldn't help but chuckle and said, "If you want to look, just look. Why be so sneaky?"

Mo Feng's face immediately turned red, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Sister, you're so beautiful."

Sister Tian smiled gently and said, "You little rascal, I knew you were only with me because you were attracted to my beauty. If I were ugly, you probably would have run away long ago."

Sister Tian's blunt words almost choked Mo Feng, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly lowered his head and focused on walking, no longer daring to look directly at her face.

Even after boarding the Ferris wheel, Mo Feng kept turning his head to look at the scenery outside, which made Sister Tian say coquettishly, "Little brother, am I ugly? You're so scared that you don't dare to look at me directly."

Mo Feng said, laughing and crying at the same time, "Sister, I get criticized when I look at you, and I get criticized again when I don't look at you. What are you trying to do?"

Sister Tian leaned back comfortably in her chair, watching the young man with amusement. She chuckled, "Don't you know women are unreasonable?"

Mo Feng nodded earnestly, smiling wryly, "I know now."

Sister Tian chuckled again. They were slowly moving towards the highest point, gazing at the city's dazzling night view. Suddenly, she softly said, "Thank you, Mo Feng."

Mo Feng was taken aback, saying, "I didn't do anything."

Sister Tian turned to look at the bewildered Mo Feng, then suddenly made an unexpected move. She bent down, placed her hands on the young man's shoulders, and gently kissed his lips. Although it was just a light kiss, both their cheeks instantly flushed red, like shrimp in a steamer.

"Sister,"

Mo Feng murmured. His mind was completely blank; his heart and eyes were filled with her beautiful image. Every smile and gesture tugged at his heartstrings, stirring an indescribable impulse within him.

After the impulsive kiss, Sister Tian was filled with both shyness and joy, a sudden pang of sadness welling up inside her, quickly overwhelming her. Her vision blurred, and tears unknowingly streamed down her face.

Mo Feng, seeing this, felt a sudden, inexplicable sorrow. He abruptly stood up, the force causing the small room to sway. He quickly embraced her, and in the quiet room, they pressed tightly together, their powerful heartbeats binding their thoughts together.

"Sister,"

Mo Feng called out tenderly, his heavy breath washing over her face, his strong masculine scent filling her nostrils and permeating her heart.

Looking at the still-childish young man before her, Sister Tian felt a wave of sadness. She involuntarily stood on tiptoe and closed her eyes.

Mo Feng didn't keep her waiting long; their warm lips met again, and they embraced and kissed quietly. They lost track of time until someone started banging on the window, waking them up.

The Ferris wheel staff, used to this, chuckled and knocked on the window, making Mo Feng and Sister Tian blush. They quickly ran out, hand in hand, and went far away.

They stopped in front of a small grove of trees, panting heavily, and looked at each other with a smile.

"Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. This is the happiest birthday I've had in years. Thank you,"

Sister Tian said softly, straightening up.

Mo Feng exclaimed, took out his phone, and saw that it was already past midnight. He said with annoyance, "Oh dear, why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't prepare a gift."

Sister Tian chuckled, gently stroking the boy's lips with her index finger, and said, "Of course you did! I just stole your first kiss, hehe, consider this your gift."

Mo Feng smiled shyly, looking at her stunningly beautiful face, and chuckled, "Then I'll accept your return gift too."

Sister Tian smiled gently, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and said slowly, "Little brother, I'm a little thirsty. Could you go buy me a cup of milk tea?"

"Okay, wait for me here, I'll be right there."

Mo Feng hurriedly ran towards the convenience store in the distance, glancing back halfway to make sure she wasn't gone. Seeing Sister Tian still waving at him, he finally relaxed.

After buying two cups of milk tea and nine vibrant red roses from the flower girl, Mo Feng excitedly ran towards the agreed-upon place. However, halfway there, he found the place empty. Undeterred, he ran back and searched the surroundings again and again, calling out loudly for Sister Tian. But the mysterious and beautiful woman seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

"Plop."

The milk tea, already somewhat cold, fell from mid-air. Mo Feng, his face ashen, stared at the note in his hand. It was a message given to him three minutes ago by a flower girl, written in lipstick on a tissue—just three short, heartless words: "Forget me."

Mo Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart. This was the first time in sixteen years he had truly felt love, but in an instant, this nascent emotion was crushed into dust. Standing there for a long while, Mo Feng coldly tore the note to shreds, turned, and slowly disappeared into the crowd, dragging his weary figure. Unbeknownst to him, in the shadows not far away, a pair of tear-filled eyes stared intently at his disappearing back until he was completely out of sight. Only then did the tears flow like a burst dam, carrying away not only sorrow but also the budding love within him.

Mo Feng wandered aimlessly through the bustling streets, nearly getting hit by cars several times. He ignored the drivers' curses, seemingly deaf to their taunts, drifting through the streets and alleys like a lost soul.

His phone rang repeatedly, but Mo Feng ignored it. After wandering for what seemed like forever, he finally came across a familiar building. Looking closer, he realized it was the gate of his own apartment complex. He couldn't help but give a self-deprecating, bitter laugh. Just then, the phone rang again. He finally pulled it out impatiently. It was his mother calling. He quickly hung up. Checking the time, it was already 4:10. There were thirty-seven missed calls. He frowned, opened the missed call list, and saw it was flooded with calls from his mother.

Mo Feng impatiently cleared the missed call list. Just as he was about to put the phone back in his pocket, his mother called again.

"Hello,"

Mo Feng said irritably.

A mother's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, calling out, "Xiaofeng, where are you? What happened? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Mo Feng replied curtly, "I'm upset, can't I just not answer? I'm at the entrance of the complex right now, nothing's wrong, I'm coming home right away."

"Oh, okay."

Li Man felt a pang of sadness at her son's words. Before she could say anything more, the call was disconnected. Helplessly, she put down her phone, pulled up her photo library, and gently swiped through the pictures, her eyes fixed on them. If Mo Feng saw them, he would be shocked, because they were all solo photos of himself or photos with his mother. These photos recorded every little detail of Mo Feng's growth, from a babbling infant to an innocent kindergarten boy, to a lively and active young boy. His studies, his life, every little detail of his life were recorded in them.

Hearing the door lock open and close, Li Man quickly exited the photo library, took a deep breath, stood up from the sofa, and greeted her son who had just entered, "You're back. Next time you're late at night, call me so I don't worry."

Mo Feng coldly replied with an "oh," changed his shoes, and didn't even glance at his mother, suddenly disregarding her concern. He went straight back to his room, mercilessly cutting another deep wound into his mother's already scarred heart.

Feeling dizzy from her son's indifference, Li Man collapsed weakly onto the sofa. Thinking of the suffering she had endured over the past two years, Li Man's teeth itched with hatred. She hated the two men to the core. If it weren't for them, how could her relationship with her son have deteriorated to this point? She angrily slammed her fist on the sofa cushion, her face filled with frustration.

Mo Feng ignored his mother completely, quickly washed himself, lay on the bed and let his mind wander for a while. Exhausted, he soon fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he dreamed of Sister Tian again. She was as beautiful as an elf, deeply attracting him, but like a forest sprite, no matter how hard he tried, he could never touch her body, not even the hem of her skirt. He chased after her desperately, but in the end, Sister Tian disappeared into a mist, leaving only a handkerchief. He hurriedly picked it up and found three large red characters on it: "Forget Me." These three characters seemed to be written in blood, still faintly flowing, and suddenly they exploded, filling his vision with blood red.

Mo Feng jolted awake, gasping for breath. He realized he'd had a nightmare. He slumped back onto the Simmons mattress, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, his expression gradually becoming dazed. A face seemed to be reflected on the white ceiling. Looking closer,

he realized it was none other than Sister Tian. Mo Feng shook his head vigorously, but the ceiling remained empty. He impatiently climbed out of bed, pacing anxiously around the room. An uncontrollable fire burned fiercely within him. Feeling betrayed, he now hated Sister Tian to the core. The line between love and hate between men and women is often blurred; deep hatred can be accompanied by deep love. The torment and longing in his heart were driving Mo Feng almost mad.

Finally, hunger brought him back to his senses. He ran to the kitchen and hastily prepared something to eat. Noticing his mother wasn't home, he checked the time—it was already three in the afternoon.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Mo Feng lazily returned to his room, not in the mood to do his homework, and besides, he didn't know how to do it anyway. Thinking about his terrible relationship with Jin Cuixia, he bitterly blamed himself for being too hasty. Now, he was even too embarrassed to go to Jin Cuixia's house. Not only could he not see his beautiful and voluptuous godmother, but he also had nowhere to copy homework. Thinking of the scene of embracing and kissing Jin Cuixia that night, Mo Feng felt a burning desire. That night, everything seemed to be going smoothly, but in the end, his godmother refused. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Suddenly, another beautiful figure popped into his mind.

"Excuse me, Teacher Fang, since you're such a good person, please help me one more time."

A cold smile appeared on Mo Feng's lips as he rummaged through his drawer for his new phone number and sent a text message to Fang Huifen.

Fang Huifen was busy with housework at the moment. Niu Tianlu had come over for lunch and had gotten quite drunk with Huang Yong. Of course, Fang Huifen and her daughter had been caught in the act of being naked. After finally satisfying the two drunkards' lust, she quietly climbed out of bed while they were fast asleep and started cleaning up the messy table.

While washing the dishes, she received a text message. She dried her hands and turned on the screen. Seeing that the caller was an unknown number, she couldn't help but smile wryly and open the message. It read, "What are you doing?"

Fang Huifen blushed and replied, "Master, Fennu is washing the dishes."

Mo Feng said "Oh" and wrote, "Hurry up and text me when you're done."

Fang Huifen put her phone away, quickly tidied up, and quietly went to the master bedroom door. She looked inside and saw that the two men were fast asleep, but the sound of her footsteps woke her daughter. The daughter disgustedly pushed her father off her, climbed out of bed naked, and went into her room with her mother.

Because her daughter knew about the nude photos being taken, Fang Huifen didn't try to hide it much. She just didn't want the other party to ask her to engage in lewd text messages like last time. So she texted, "Master, the dishes are washed. I need your help, okay? My daughter is here. Let's not do what happened last time, okay?"

Mo Feng, seeing the text, couldn't help but think of Huang Qian's actions last night. He realized that if Huang Qian hadn't invited him to the movies, he wouldn't have met Sister Tian, and there wouldn't have been all that messy, painful things that followed. He immediately hated Huang Qian and texted her mercilessly, "You lewd, shameless woman, do you even know shame? Last time you sent me nude photos of your daughter, but there were too few, just one that wasn't clear. Take a few more pictures of her naked now and show them to me."

Fang Huifen quickly replied, "Master, didn't you promise to let my daughter go?"

Mo Feng quickly replied, "I've changed my mind now, okay?"

Seeing her mother's uncertain expression while texting, Huang Qian hurriedly asked, "Which one is it?" "Did someone send it?"

Fang Huifen nodded with a wry smile and said, "It's alright, you should rest for a while."

Huang Qian shook her head, trying to snatch her mother's phone to look at it, but Fang Huifen held it tightly with both hands, giving her no chance. She could only say, "Mom, let me see."

Fang Huifen shook her head vigorously and said, "No, this is an adult matter, children shouldn't interfere."

Huang Qian said with a look of grief and indignation, "Mom, I can't just sit by and watch you get bullied. "

Fang Huifen smiled bitterly and said, "Qian'er, this is my fate, there's nothing I can do. " "Okay, sweetie, go to sleep."

Seeing Huang Qian's still resentful and sorrowful expression, her heart softened immediately. She said, "Qian'er, Mom knows you care about me, and I'm happy, but I really don't want you to get involved, understand? You are the last piece of pure land in Mom's heart, and Mom doesn't want you to be hurt anymore."

Upon hearing this, Huang Qian's tears flowed uncontrollably. She hugged her mother tightly and said, "Mom, you are the same to me. I really don't want to see you suffer alone. I'm so afraid you'll leave me forever, sob sob sob."

"Silly child, Mom won't. Mom is a coward, I don't have your great-aunt's courage, so I won't die. Sweetie, go to sleep, I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, Fang Huifen laid her daughter down on the bed, gently kissed her forehead, smiled at her daughter, and quietly got up and left.

As soon as her mother left, Huang Qian jumped up to open the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Overwhelmed with grief, she collapsed onto the small bed and sobbed.

Fang Huifen rushed into the bathroom, afraid of receiving a text message urging her to reply, and quickly replied, "I'm sorry, Master, something came up and I didn't reply in time."

Mo Feng replied, "It's okay, I thought you needed time to think about it. Where are the photos?"

Fang Huifen wrote with a bitter face, "Master, please have mercy and spare my daughter, okay? I swear, I will obediently fulfill all your requests, please, Master."

Mo Feng held the phone for a moment, and seeing Fang Huifen's resolute tone, he had no choice but to put aside his dissatisfaction with Huang Qian for the time being, and wrote, "I can let her go, but how do you plan to repay me? I'm burning with lust right now, why don't you come over and let me have sex with you to help relieve my pent-up desire?"

Fang Huifen replied, "Master, I have people at home right now, I can't come out." " Go ahead,"

Mo Feng wrote. "That's none of my business. You decide for yourself. Either come over here now and do it for me, or send me your daughter's nude photos. You choose."

Fang Huifen was immediately in a dilemma. After thinking for a moment, she replied in a negotiating tone, "Master, how about I make time to come over tomorrow so you can play with me? I really can't get away right now. How about like last time, I send you my nude photos so you can play with me via text message?"

Mo Feng replied with an annoyed look, "It's the same old tricks as last time. What's the point?"

Fang Huifen quickly replied, "It's different, Master. Last time it was in a hotel. This time I'll do it at home for you, okay?"

After saying that, she quickly pulled down her pants to her knees, then sat on the toilet with her big butt sticking out, made a smiling face, took a picture of herself using the toilet, and sent it over.

Upon seeing the picture, Mo Feng couldn't help but mutter "slut" under his breath, while his lower body hardened slightly. He replied, "What a slut! Unbutton your shirt, I want to see your big, sexy tits."

Despite the verbal insult, Fang Huifen had to feign delight and reply, "Thank you for the compliment, Master." She

also sent a photo of herself with her breasts exposed.

Mo Feng saw Fang Huifen in the photo, smiling sweetly, one hand supporting her full breasts, the other holding a phone for a selfie, sitting naked on the toilet, exuding both sexiness and allure. His lower body swelled again, his jeans digging painfully into him. He quickly pulled down his pants, freeing his penis, and rubbed it vigorously before replying, "Not bad, Ms. Fang, your breasts are truly full."

Fang Huifen replied with a helpless, bitter smile, "Master, can I take some more pictures for you?"

Mo Feng replied, "Go quickly, I can't wait."

After saying that, he casually took a picture of his penis and sent it over.

Fang Huifen looked at the picture of the penis, which seemed to be about the same thickness and length as Niu Tianlu's, and wrote against her will: "Wow, Master's cock is so thick and strong, my body is starting to get hot, Master, I feel like you're fucking me hard."

Mo Feng looked at the text message from Fang Huifen speechlessly. Her lewdness was beyond his imagination, so he replied: "I also want to rub your big tits hard, fuck your old slutty cunt, smother your mouth that's always lecturing students, and fuck you like a bitch, pinching your fat ass, fucking you to death, fucking you to death."

Although it was just text, Fang Huifen was still stimulated by these words and trembled all over. She subconsciously touched her lower body and seemed to be a little wet again, so she replied: "Master, Fen Nu is a little wet down there."

Mo Feng smiled smugly and replied: "Old slut, hurry up and take pictures, especially your tits and ass, and your lewd expression, take a lot of pictures for me."

"Yes, Master."

For the next hour or so, Mo Feng's phone kept ringing with lewd text messages, interspersed with explicit photos of Fang Huifen posing seductively. Her full, heavy breasts, large, round buttocks, and alluring eyes sent waves of pleasure through Mo Feng's masturbation. This mature beauty had left her graceful and lewd poses in his bathroom, kitchen, dining room, and living room. The dining table and kitchen counter became her perfect stage for displaying her figure. Finally, at Mo Feng's request, Fang Huifen rummaged through her bedroom and found all sorts of sexy lingerie and stockings, put them on, took photos, and sent them to him.

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