【If Heaven Has Feelings】(43)

Chapter 43
I shook my head, trying to clear my head. The lingering effects of yesterday's bottle of bourbon were still there; my head
was still a bit foggy. I tried to lift my arm, but even that was difficult.
My joints felt sore and weak, as if they had just undergone strenuous exercise, and my muscles felt as heavy as lead.
What happened yesterday? Why did I feel so exhausted, like I had just finished a battle? Then I remembered—during the day, I was in Jiang Hua's
lab, tied to a chair and subjected to hypnosis and electric shocks. No wonder several places on my body still felt like
they had been bitten by ants. And then I drank almost a bottle of 70-proof bourbon last night. What else did I do after that?
I pressed my temples to ease the headache from the alcohol, struggled to get out of bed, and glanced
around. Thankfully, I was in my own room, but why was my bed so messy? Only
one of the two pillows was left; the other had flown under the bed. Only half of the sheet remained on the bed, the other half hanging on
the floor. Several pale yellow sweat stains and dried off-white mucus
marks were clearly visible on the once-white sheet. I brought the sheet to my nose and smelled a
sour, salty odor of sweat and genital secretions mixed together, along with a faint, orchid-like, musky fragrance. I
knew the owner of that scent very well.
Hanging at the foot of the bed were a pair of charcoal gray pantyhose and a black silk bra. A pair of matching silk thongs had somehow
ended up on the old sofa next to it. Two 7-centimeter high heels lay haphazardly overturned at the foot of the bed. The
small bed was covered in obvious signs of sexual intercourse. I finally remembered
everything that had happened on this bed yesterday, including how my mother and I had cast aside all moral constraints, wholeheartedly pursuing
the ultimate sexual ecstasy. We shamelessly enjoyed the pleasure our bodies brought us,
climbing to the peak of happiness with each union of our reproductive organs, until we were completely exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
Now, these pieces of evidence of our immoral sex remained, the air still thick with the lingering scent of erotic fluids
. But where was the woman who had captivated me? I looked at the clock; it was already noon
. I had slept for a whole morning, but where was my mother? A sense of worry crept into my heart. Mom,
where did you go?
I grabbed the clothes I'd thrown on the floor and hurriedly ran out of the room to look for my mother. The living room was quiet
, and there was no one in the dining room or kitchen. Remembering my mother's somewhat unusual behavior last night, I could
n't help but feel anxious. Last night, her mental state seemed unstable.
Could something have happened to her? My heart pounded wildly. "
Mom, what's wrong? I'm so worried about you." I first checked Guo Qi's empty room—no one there. The study and guest
bathroom were also empty. Finally, I went to my mother's master bedroom. The door opened easily; it wasn't locked.
The sheets and blankets on the large, white bed were neatly arranged, showing no signs of being disturbed. Pushing open the hidden
door behind the mirror, I saw the bathroom and dressing room still smelling of perfume, but I couldn't find my mother's alluring figure.
At that moment, I truly panicked. Standing in the spacious master bedroom, countless possibilities flashed through my mind, each
one sending chills down my spine. Recalling my words and actions from the previous night, I was terrified that my mother might do something
rash. If that happened, I would regret it for the rest of my life. "
No, Mom will be alright," I silently reassured myself, but I couldn't even believe
this suggestion.
A unique fragrance filled my mother's bedroom, which calmed my mind slightly. My gaze
swept across the entire room, trying to find any trace of my mother's presence. When my eyes fell on
the wall behind the dressing table, I noticed that besides the room's light, a ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the milky-white gauze curtain.
Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.
I tried my best to control my agitated emotions, quietly walked to the wall with the light, and pulled back the
gauze curtain and the heavy silk curtain behind it, revealing a five-square-meter balcony.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, its warmth spreading evenly across the land. The dazzling light
was almost blinding, and I blinked several times to adjust. My gaze fell upon
a familiar, slender figure by the white railing at the far end of the balcony, instantly calming my racing heart.
The sunlight bathed her long, wavy, wine-red hair in a golden glow. A creamy-white
cashmere robe clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, yet even so, her incredibly slender
waist and full, high-perched buttocks were still visible from behind. A glimpse of her snow-white, delicate calves and her jade-like feet, nestled in
3-centimeter-high black lambskin slippers, peeked out from under the robe.
Even with her back to me, this woman was captivating just standing there. Her silhouette exuded
a thousand charms, constantly tempting me. Forcibly suppressing the heat within me, I slowly walked up
behind her. She only reached my chin. I gently placed a hand on her fragrant shoulder and softly
called out, "Mom." Mom sensed my approach. Her reaction to my hand on her shoulder
was merely a slight pull away, without any obvious resistance or displeasure. Her arms
remained crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on the distant view outside the balcony, so absorbed that it seemed I didn't even exist.
For a moment, I even felt that her soul didn't reside within this perfect body.
I leaned down, close to her ear, admiring her exquisite features with gratitude.
I greedily inhaled the fragrant scent emanating from her hair and temples. My hands reached behind her, encircling her slender waist and pulling her
entire body into my arms. Through her not-so-thin cashmere robe, I could still feel her smooth, supple
skin.
"Mom, why are you standing here all alone?" I asked softly, whispering in her ear. Her ears were delicate and
small, like carved white jade, warm and lovely. My breath tickled her ear, causing a few
strands of her hair to flutter gently.
Mom didn't answer. She just stood there quietly, and I could only hold her quietly.
After a long while, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and a crystal tear slid down from her bright, clear eyes
, running down her alabaster cheek, past her elegant chin, and onto my hand.
"Mom, why are you crying?" I was at a loss, wanting to comfort this woman,
but unsure what words to use. I reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she raised her hand in refusal. I
could only turn her around and hug her tightly.
My mother's tears were unstoppable; at first, a few drops fell like pearls, then gradually became a trickle.
I felt my chest was almost soaked with her tears. She didn't cry loudly, just sobbed softly
. I could only hold her tightly, trying to warm her with my own body.
After my clothes were completely soaked, perhaps my body heat had an effect, or perhaps my mother was truly exhausted from crying
, her sobs gradually subsided. I gently stroked my mother's long, curly hair and said in a very tender voice,
"Mom, please don't cry, okay?" "I'm here, your son is here.
Can you tell me what's wrong? Don't cry anymore, I'm here for you." My voice had never been so tender before. I couldn't believe
I could speak to a woman like that. Was this woman really that important to me?
My words must have touched my mother, because she finally lifted her head from my arms. Her tearful, pear-
blossom-like figure was still gentle and moving, but her two bright and lovely eyes were a little red and swollen, and her pale and haggard lips were bloodless
. She asked in a trembling voice, "Shitou, can you still consider me your mother?" "Of course
I can. You have always been my mother, before, now, and in the future." I could see that my mother's emotions
were very unstable and her mentality was very fragile, so I deliberately told her in a very firm tone.
"But, but..." My words made my mother feel a little better, but she still hesitated.
"But what?" I asked softly.
"But, we were together last night, doing things that weren't appropriate for a mother and son. If
outsiders find out, they'll gossip and tear my back apart. How can I face them then ?
" My mother looked up at me, her face appearing even smaller from this angle. Her bare face, without makeup
, was still beautiful, making her look like a pitiful little girl.
"Mom, as long as we're happy, that's enough. What we did didn't hurt anyone else
or affect anyone else's life. What's the problem?" I tried my best to make my words more convincing,
but this was also my long-held belief. The world's morality and laws had no binding force on me.
In the past eight years, I had experienced too many human tricks and schemes. Those who followed the rules were always lambs to the slaughter, destined
to be sent to the slaughter sooner or later. Now, I only believed in myself.
"Others are others, we are us. We are the masters of our own lives, and we don't allow others to talk nonsense.
Besides, as long as we don't tell anyone, who would know?" "But, Mom had those
...
bad past experiences. Won't you look down on me in your heart, treat Mom like a toy,
only pursuing momentary pleasure and excitement? If that happens, Mom's life will be ruined." Mom bit her lower lip lightly,
her beautiful eyes filled with melancholy, her downturned lips looking very pitiful.
Mom's question stumped me. It was impossible for me to say that I didn't mind her previous men
, but at this moment, her heart was very fragile. Although from her behavior last night, she instinctively did not reject
my possession of her, once she considered her past and the moral guilt caused by incest between mother and son, she
would be deeply caught in a dilemma. All of this made her already not very strong heart even more sensitive. At this
moment, she was like a wounded little white rabbit, in dire need of rescue, both physically and mentally.
And now, my mother was trembling in my arms. This was my mother, my woman. My
every word and action was extremely important to her. I had to show her the strength and responsibility of a man, demonstrate my
power and determination, make her feel that I was someone she could rely on, and let her understand that only I could control her
life and happiness. Then, I would start from there, slowly dissolving her worries and self-blame, and eventually completely winning her
heart.
"Mom, believe me. To me, you are not just a mother, but also the woman I love." I
gently lifted her chin with both hands. Her delicate, fair face was cool to the touch. I spoke to
her with all the tenderness I had in my life.
"Everything you've experienced in the past is in the past. Everything you will face in the future will
be shaped by me." My words were full of confidence, and I could see the snow in my mother's clear eyes
slowly melting.
"You are my woman, and you belong only to me. You don't need to worry about anything. Leave everything to me.
I will protect you, take care of you, love you forever, and always be by your side." Before I could
finish speaking, my mother was already overwhelmed with emotion. She stretched out her arms and tightly hugged my waist, stood on tiptoe
, and offered her moist cherry lips, her delicate tongue intertwining with mine. I responded with utmost tenderness. This
kiss wasn't driven by lust, but rather a mutual expression of dependence and infatuation.
After a long while, we reluctantly parted our lips. The sun was shining brightly outside, and our hearts
were warm as well, as if the cold wind blowing around us hadn't existed. My mother pressed her small face against my chest and
sighed softly, her voice filled with joy and satisfaction.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I gently stroked her long, glossy, wine-red curly hair and asked softly.
"I don't know, I just feel your chest is so broad, so warm, so comfortable." Mom gently rubbed her forehead
against my chest, making me feel a little ticklish.
"Mom used to be really tired, you know?" Mom murmured to herself. I didn't say anything, just
gently kissed her forehead with my lips.
"Don't think that just because Mom is rich now and lives a better life than others, Mom has never
been happy. If I could choose, I would rather go back to the past, to when the three of us were together. "
Although we didn't have much money and lived a frugal life, I felt much happier back then than now. "I
know, I understand. Don't worry, those days will come back. Trust me, okay?" I gently cupped my mother's face in my hands and
said softly.
"Yes, Shitou, you're my only hope now. I'm entrusting everything to you. You mustn't
let your mother down." My mother's voice held a hint of anxiety.
"You're my woman, and I will definitely take responsibility for you. However, you must completely abandon your old
way of life and give me everything without reservation. Can you do that?" Although I felt sorry for her,
I had to clearly define my principles.
"Yes, as long as you never leave Mommy, Mommy will do anything for you. Mommy
belongs entirely to Stone. If Stone wants Mommy to live, Mommy lives; if Stone wants Mommy to die, Mommy will die right in front of you
..." Before Mommy could finish her curse, I reached out and covered her mouth, saying unhappily,
"Nonsense! Don't talk like that again, or I'll get very angry." Mommy nodded obediently,
blinking her beautiful, clear eyes at me. I then released my hand from her mouth, pulled Mommy into my
arms, and murmured, "You are mine. You must always be by my side, you can't go anywhere, always
and always, forever and ever..." I buried my head in Mommy's long, thick, wine-red wavy hair, intoxicated by her
fragrant body scent, like orchids and musk. We hugged each other tightly, as if trying to meld each other into our own bodies
, almost forgetting the existence of time.
It wasn't until my mother gently pinched my waist that the pain jolted me from her fragrant embrace. I loosened my grip slightly
, and she placed one hand on my chest, panting softly as she scolded, "You naughty boy,
why are you hugging me tighter and tighter? Are you trying to suffocate me?" "It's because you're so beautiful and charming, Mom.
I get all dazed as soon as I get close to you, and I wish I could stick you to me." I
chuckled sheepishly, but still managed to sweet-talk her.
My words clearly pleased my mother. Her bright eyes, sparkling with desire, glanced at me, but her face
showed a helpless expression as she said, "
You're just good at sweet-talking girls. I'm so old now, I'm not as good as you make me out to be." "Yes, you have many good qualities, look here... here... here
..." I teased, rubbing my nose against my mother's cheeks, neck, and chest, making
her giggle and whimper.
"Okay, okay, stop teasing Mommy... Stop it, stop it!" After much teasing,
I finally stopped my erotic assault only after Mommy repeatedly told me to.
Mommy smoothed her long hair, which was a little messy from the play, and seemed to smell something. Her delicate,
straight nose wrinkled slightly, her thin eyebrows raised, and she asked curiously, "What's that smell
? It's so strange." "Oh dear, you smell so bad! How did you get like this?" Mommy covered her nose and
poked my chest with her slender hand.
I grabbed my t-shirt and smelled it. A smell of sweat mixed with some unknown secretion reached
my nose, and I couldn't help but frown. I really did smell bad, just as Mommy said.
Yesterday, during my treatment at Jiang Hua's lab, I was shocked so many times, sweating
buckets. Then, after a long night of intense activity with my mother, the smell of my bodily fluids mingled with
my body, giving me this strange odor.
"You naughty child! Go take a shower now, or you'll smell it all over me!" My mother pretended to
be angry, pulling away from my embrace and pushing me towards the house. She acted like a
mother, treating me like a child.
"You shower first, I'll find you some clothes to wear later." She directed me, pushing
me somewhat helplessly into the master bathroom, then turned and went into the walk-in closet next door, seemingly searching for something.
She quickly returned with several pieces of clothing, placed them on her bed, and, with her back to me, began
untying the belt of her white cashmere robe. I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. Was my mother about to
bathe naked with me?
Unfortunately, what I saw next was a huge disappointment. Underneath her cashmere robe wasn't a sexy figure,
but rather a short, off-white linen bathrobe—a two-piece set of short-sleeved shirts and shorts. Except for her slender white arms and long,
shapely legs, everything else was completely covered. I was truly baffled by my mother; why would she wear
a bathrobe underneath?
"Shitou, what are you standing there for? Go take a bath!" Although my mother didn't turn around, she seemed
to hear that I wasn't moving. She spoke as she tied her long, burgundy curly hair into
a simple ponytail with a hair tie, then changed into a pair of silver flat sandals and came in.
As she spoke, I had already stripped off all my clothes and stood naked
in the bathroom. When my mother walked in, she was immediately confronted by my imposing body. Caught off guard, she exclaimed,
"Oh dear, what are you doing? Why aren't you dressed?" "Didn't you tell me to take a shower? How can I
shower with clothes on?" I replied, somewhat bewildered.
My mother seemed to remember something at this moment. She bit her lower lip shyly, but tried to appear
calm as she walked over, tilting her head and pointing at me, saying, "Why haven't you started showering yet? You're so slow." "I
've been waiting to shower with you, Mom. I can't just get wet (lost) before you come," I said, extending my hands in a
welcoming gesture.
My humor made Mom laugh. She shook her head, somewhat exasperated, and said, "You wish!
But Mom already showered, so your plan is going to fall through." Seeing my disappointed look, Mom
smiled slyly and added softly, "There's no hope of showering together, but Mom can help you bathe."
As she spoke, she walked over and pushed me into a shower area next to the tub. She picked up a showerhead
, turned it on, tested the water temperature with her hand, and rinsed me briefly until I was completely soaked.
Reaching into a nearby bottle, she took out some white shower gel and began applying it to my body.
Her slender hands slid down my body, creating clumps of white foam wherever they touched. Her
cool, smooth hands felt wonderful against my skin. Occasionally, her slightly long nails would playfully tickle my itchy
spots, sending shivers down my spine. Seeing the goosebumps on my skin, my mother would let out a series of silvery
laughs.
As my mother's hand moved down my firm chest, passing over my six-pack abs, I could clearly feel
her slender hand trembling slightly. My lower abdomen was covered in thick, lush hair that extended down to my groin
and between my legs, merging with the pubic hair around my genitals, creating a rather imposing and intimidating sight. My mother
carefully cleaned this large patch of hair, sighing with some emotion, "You're becoming more and more like your father
, even your body hair is as thick and abundant as his." I recalled that my father did
indeed have a lot of body hair. Not only did he have a majestic beard, but his body hair was also so thick that it covered his chest and
stomach. In the summer, his arms were covered in rings of hair. My mother always complained that my father looked like a barbarian
, and at those times, he would just scratch his head and smile sheepishly. However, perhaps influenced by my mother's attitude
, I had been regularly shaving the hair on my upper body since puberty, leaving only the area below my abdomen.
"Don't you like them?" I asked, looking at my mother squatting between my legs.
"No, this makes me look like a man. My stones are already as big as his father's." My mother
's answer surprised me. It seems women really can't say what they mean.
After lingering near my lower abdomen for a long time, her soft, smooth little hand shyly grasped my
masculine member. Although we had already been intimate many times last night, my mother was still a little embarrassed by my enormous member
. My genitals were a little darker than my body, and a thick pubic hair concealed a magnificent dragon
. Even though it was currently in a state of restoring its energy, its length and thickness far surpassed that of ordinary men, hanging straight down
in front of my two drooping testicles.
From my perspective, my mother's long, wavy, wine-red hair was tied in a ponytail and draped behind her head. Beneath her smooth forehead, her
long, thick eyelashes, like fans, remained motionless, as if her beautiful eyes were fixed intently on my crotch.
Below her straight, delicate nose, her small, bright red mouth was slightly parted, her breath tickling my genitals
.
My mother gently cradled my penis in one hand; the thick, cylindrical shaft
almost completely covered her slender, white hand. With her other hand, she lathered my shaft with shower gel and began to carefully
wash it. Her smooth, soft hand caressed it, and my sensitive nerves immediately
reacted; a jolt of pleasure made my large penis begin to swell.
My mother noticed the change in what she was holding, but she simply bit her lower lip and continued washing my enormous penis. Her
movements were meticulous, paying close attention even to my testicles. She skillfully removed my foreskin, exposing
my egg-sized, rosy glans. With a slender, white finger, she gently scraped
the back of the coronal sulcus, applying foam several times before carefully rinsing it clean with the showerhead
.
"Stone, remember this from now on. A boy's genitals must be thoroughly cleaned," my mother
said, as if she were back to when she washed my penis as a child, patiently instructing me with a mother's tone,
like a loving, earnest mother.
"Especially that groove at the back; rinse it several times, otherwise it easily accumulates dirt, which is not only
bad for your health but also affects the women you're intimate with." My mother explained earnestly,
only realizing the ambiguity of her last sentence after it was spoken, her face instantly flushing crimson.
My lower body hardened even more because of my mother's words, standing erect and engorged, its shaft swelling
considerably. My mother couldn't even grasp it with one hand, especially since the oval glans had swelled even more
, almost touching her pink face.
I felt my mother's breathing quicken. Her off-white linen bathrobe, damp from before, clung noticeably
to her body, emphasizing her two full, firm breasts. Because she was half-squatting
to wash me, her long, slender, white legs peeked out from under her bathrobe shorts,
crossed like two clean, white lotus roots. Although her vital parts were completely covered, her inner and outer allure
had already made my lower body incredibly hard.
"Mom, can you wash me down there every day from now on?" I whispered, gently stroking
my mother's smooth hair. The stunningly beautiful woman beneath me had her red lips slightly parted, her eyes somewhat glazed as she stared at my
enormous penis. I eagerly guided her closer to my genitals, watching as my mother's bright red
lips opened wider and wider, and I could already feel a warm, moist breath on the head of my penis.
Unexpectedly, my mother, who was clearly aroused, pulled back at this critical moment. She opened her bright red lips
and gave my glans a light "pop" kiss, then gently pulled back my foreskin,
smiling with a sly look in her eyes. "You wish! You're such a grown man, and you still need your mother to wash your little brother?
Do your own thing." Seeing my face suddenly turn from sunny to cloudy, my mother let out a silvery,
playful laugh and added, "From now on, you're not allowed to sleep in bed if you're not clean." I sensed something was off about my mother
's words, so I quickly seized the opportunity to ask, "Okay, but which bed am I going to sleep in?" "Well,
that's hard to say. It depends on how you behave." My mother was like a cunning enchantress, every word and action unexpected
. Just when you felt a little fantasizing, she would promptly withdraw or change the subject,
leaving you itching and helpless.
I was both amused and exasperated by my mother's teasing, but she seemed to be in a great mood. She hummed a
lullaby she used to sing to me when I was little, patiently washing my lower body clean. Then she picked up a large white bath towel,
tossed it into my hand, and said, "Okay, Mom's done her job. Now you can take care of things yourself." As she left...
My ex-mother gave me a couple of pats on the bottom, just like she often did after bathing me when I was little
, before leisurely walking out of the bathroom.
I was a little amused and exasperated. I really couldn't handle this mature and beautiful
woman who was sometimes as mischievous as a little girl and sometimes as domineering as a mother. I could only dry myself off myself.
Just as I was about to leave the bathroom, I heard my mother's voice from the bedroom: "Shitou, wait in there until I've
changed." I had no choice but to stop, but a thought flashed through my mind. I tiptoed
to the door and peeked into the bedroom.
My mother was standing by the bed, her back to the bathroom. Because her linen bathrobe was wet
in several places, she first took off her top from above her head, revealing her slender and alluring shoulders.
On her snow-white back, which was like a piece of jade, was the outline of a dark green lace bra. Her slender waist was so delicate that it seemed impossible to hold it in one hand.
After taking off her top, Mom bent down to take off her linen shorts. As she pulled the shorts down,
her plump, white, round buttocks faced me. Unfortunately, she was still wearing dark green lace
panties, which covered the secret garden between her two round, white, and plump buttocks.
Mom's body wasn't exposed to the air for long. She quickly picked up the cream-colored cashmere
robe she had been wearing and put it on, telling me that I could come out while tying the belt. Little did she know that I was already standing
in the bedroom admiring her beautiful figure as she dressed.
I verbally agreed, pretending to have just come out of the bathroom. My mother had already wrapped herself up
completely. She pointed to a few pieces of clothing on the large bed and said, "Wear this for now. Leave those smelly clothes
there; I'll throw them away later. They're so filthy." I put on the clothes my mother had prepared: a
pair of black boxer briefs and a dark black cashmere robe. Except for the men's style, the robe was
made of the same material and was exactly the same as my mother's. The long towel collar was decorated with gold thread, making it look
very mature and elegant.
The robe fit my height perfectly; it looked like it was tailor-made. But when did my mother
prepare this robe for me? I had no idea. I couldn't help but voice my doubts.
"This robe was specially made by the old tailor on Nanjing Road. I've wanted to give it to you for a long time, but it just so happens that
I'm putting it on you today," my mother replied calmly. She seemed to see through my true thoughts and added,
"I never let other men into this room. Even Guo Qi has never been here, and there are no
men's clothes here. Don't worry." My little suspicions were voiced by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed
and guilty. I quickly took my mother's slender hand and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thought that way . Please
don't be angry." "It's alright, I'm not angry. I just wanted to tell you that I'm a
woman with self-respect," my mother said with a calm smile, placing my hands on her shoulders and
looking at me with a composed and open gaze.
"Stone, this house, Mom's bedroom, including Mom herself, belongs only to you. You have to believe
Mom, and Mom will try her best to make you believe, okay?" Mom spoke slowly and calmly. I could
hear the sincerity in her voice, and I liked her honest attitude.
"Mmm." I nodded solemnly, reached out and hugged Mom. She nestled into my arms, embracing
her fragrant body. We didn't need to speak to know what the other was thinking. I felt
a peace and quiet I had never felt before.
We hugged for a while until my stomach growled in protest. Since yesterday morning,
my stomach hadn't had anything but alcohol. Now it was starting to protest.
Mom chuckled and said, "Are you hungry? Come on, Mom will get you something to eat." "Mmm, don't make
too much, I'll just eat something." I let go of Mom, and we walked hand in hand into the kitchen.
Mom opened the refrigerator, looked around, and pouted, saying, "There's nothing much left. I didn't go out to buy
groceries yesterday, so I can only make you a bowl of noodles." "Okay, then I'll help you." I knew Mom was going to make her specialty,
yellow croaker and pickled mustard green noodles, so I quickly offered to help. I tied on an apron and prepared
the ingredients as Mom instructed.
When I placed the sliced yellow croaker I had used in front of Mom, she praised my knife skills with satisfaction and
even rewarded me with a sweet kiss. We passed each other bowls and plates, as tacitly as a married couple.
Soon, two bowls of fragrant noodle soup were brought out from the kitchen. I was really hungry, so I picked up my chopsticks and wolfed
down the noodles. Mom only ate half a bowl before stopping. Seeing that my bowl of noodles was quickly empty, she kept
putting yellow croaker and noodles from her bowl into my bowl.
"Mom, I've eaten a lot, but you haven't eaten much yet," I mumbled while slurping the delicious noodle soup
.
"Eat more, Mom's on a diet, I can't eat much." Mom said, pouring all the noodle soup into my bowl
.
"Mom, you have a perfect figure, you're not fat at all, why would you want to lose weight?" I shook my head helplessly.
Why do women always think about dieting?
"No way, I've gained a lot of weight these past few years, look at my belly, I have little bits of fat on it." Whenever she talked about
her figure, Mom looked like she wanted to be as thin as possible, gesturing with her hands to demonstrate,
but I didn't think she looked fat at all. Mom's curvaceous figure was the epitome of a perfect figure.
Finally, after she finished explaining her body-shaping plan, I had almost finished the noodles and soup in both bowls. I patted
my slightly bulging belly and exclaimed that I was so full. Mom said from the side, "You're so big now, of course you
need to eat more, so you'll have the energy." "Yes, yes, with energy I can do 'that' better with Mom
." I seized the opportunity and replied with a grin.
"Get lost, you wish! Who wants to do anything with you?" My mother blushed again at my words and
lightly slapped my arm in annoyance. I just smiled and accepted this punch, which was more like a coquettish slap.
"Go and rest in the living room for a bit. I'll wash the dishes and come right over." Mom pushed me onto the sofa in the living room
and then turned and went into the kitchen.
I sat alone on the leather sofa in the living room, reclining comfortably, and casually turned on the 52
-inch Sony plasma TV, watching TV somewhat boredly.
I took the remote and switched to the local Pearl channel, which was showing the hourly news. The first news item was about the
newly appointed US ambassador to China hosting an event in the city called "American Judicial Culture Exhibition,"
held in the lobby of the law school at Guanghua University in this city.
This US ambassador to China is named Gray, a Democrat, who previously served as governor and attorney general. He is
a descendant of Chinese immigrants, with ancestral roots in Foshan, Guangdong. He speaks fluent Mandarin and has been in office in China for less than
half a year, but has already received unanimous praise from the domestic public and media for his incorruptible and approachable style and his special connection with China
.
Before the exhibition's opening was announced, as is customary, there was a guest introduction segment.
A slender, elegant woman with a graceful demeanor walked onto the red-carpeted stage. She wore a long black evening gown
that hugged her slender figure, revealing glimpses of her snow-white ankles beneath the hem.
Her delicate feet wore shoes with heels only about 3 centimeters high, making her appear
particularly graceful standing next to the not-so-tall Ambassador Ge.
I immediately felt this woman looked familiar, especially her elegant posture and
mannerisms, which were unique among millions. Although there were many young and beautiful intellectual women in the hall,
her innate noble air was unmatched. When she looked up from the stage
, my guess was confirmed; she was none other than Mei Yu.
Unfortunately, the news report didn't give Mei Yu much screen time, quickly cutting to Ambassador Gray's speech.
The original audio wasn't shown; the host provided an interpretation, which essentially recounted
the long-standing friendship between China and the US and mutual learning in judicial practice. Instead,
a long list of local leaders attending the event was read out, including the president of the Huaihai City Court, the president of the procuratorate, the president of the host university,
and so on. At the very top of the list was Lu Tao, a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission.
I was already familiar with this man's name, but this was the first time I'd seen him. He
looked to be around 50 years old, with a build similar to my brother, Lü Jiang, but more robust and muscular. He
had slicked-back black hair parted in a side part, and his facial features were softer than Lü Jiang's. A pair of
frameless glasses perched on his hooked nose, just like Lü Jiang's, giving him a rather refined air. His upright posture
exuded a sense of righteousness, making it difficult to connect him with the legendary ruthless executioner.
After reading the news, I immediately called Yang Naijin. Lately, I'd been busy processing my
memories and my relationship with my mother, and hadn't known much about the current situation of the Yang family's affair. However, I was
still very concerned about this mother and daughter, especially Mei Yu, whom I admired and respected.
"Gao Yan, why are you only calling me now?" As soon as the call connected, Yang Naijin started complaining.
This girl was still so direct, but from her tone, I knew she wasn't really angry; she
was just reminding me not to ignore her.
Knowing I was in the wrong, I quickly offered some explanations, using a mix of coaxing and cajoling to finally
calm this young lady down. Only then did I ask how her father's matter was going,
and of course, about Mei Yu's recent situation.
When the topic turned to her father, Yang Naijin's tone somber. As far as she knew, despite
the efforts of Mei Yu and relatives from both families, the situation had not only failed to improve but had worsened. The procuratorate
had raised more charges during the investigation, all pointing to Yang Xiaopeng as the root cause.
As a result, the stock price of "Dongfang Construction" plummeted. Dongfang Construction Group had already held a board meeting, where a vote was taken to remove Yang Xiaopeng
from all his positions. The special investigation team dispatched by the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission appointed Chen Tielin, the company's Party Secretary, as Chairman to temporarily oversee
operations.
It seemed that Lü Tao's attack on the Yang family was planned and carried out step by step. I couldn't get more
information from Yang Naijin because Mei Yu hadn't explained it to her in detail. Given her limited knowledge and experience, it would be difficult for her to understand
the power struggles within officialdom; she only knew the general outline. However, she also knew that her family's current situation
was not optimistic, especially since her mother bore all the pressure, and she was constantly worried about her mother's condition.
I knew this little girl was upset because she hadn't been able to help much with her father's affairs, so I patiently
comforted her and encouraged her to communicate more with her mother and support her with an optimistic attitude. I also told her I
would try to help more, which finally cheered her up a bit.
"By the way, I saw the news today. Your mother attended an official event, and the US ambassador to China
was there too. She even gave the opening remarks." After we finished talking, I asked about this.
"Oh, you saw my mother? Did you see me? I was there too, and I even interviewed Ambassador Ge
!" Yang Naijin became excited again when this topic came up.
"Uh, I didn't see you. The TV only showed some edited clips." I told the truth.
"Hmm... okay." I could imagine Yang Naijin pouting and looking unhappy on the other end of the phone
, but she quickly regained her cheerful tone.
"It must be the TV station editors who are terrible. Didn't they see how good the topic I asked was? Ambassador Ge even praised
me." The young woman was very confident in her work. I knew she was the kind of person who was very persistent; once she chose
a goal, she would work tirelessly for it.
"Hehe, yeah, I guess they thought you were too beautiful and were afraid you would steal the spotlight from the host." Seeing
that she wasn't in a very good mood, I tried my best to cheer her up.
"Hehe, that's very likely. You really understand me, Brother Gao Yan." Yang Naijin fell for it. She
resumed her sweet and coquettish tone. A young girl's heart is simple; her joys and sorrows come and go quickly.
"However, I saw Lü Tao at the event that day. Did your mother talk to him?" I quickly
changed the subject.
"Lü Tao? No, that guy has a big ego. He brought a bunch of reporters and photographers. He said a few
words on stage, took a picture with the ambassador, and left. I think he was just there to make an appearance. My mother didn't even have a chance to talk to him
." Yang Naijin mentioned Lü Tao with disdain.
"I see. When did you find out she would be attending this event? Did she give you any instructions
?" I was a little confused. If it wasn't to talk to Lü Tao,
what was Mei Yu's purpose in attending this event?
"My mother? I only found out the day before the event. My mother even prepared
questions for me to ask the ambassador. It was quite a coincidence that my workplace immediately notified me to go and do an interview. You know, this is my first time taking on this kind of
task." Yang Naijin's words made me think. Mei Yu is a very meticulous woman;
every move she makes has a reason.
"Your mother probably knows Ambassador Ge, right? Could this help your father's situation?"
I suggested to Yang Naijin.
"Yes, that's what I was thinking too, but my mother didn't tell me much detail. I only know that she
met Ambassador Ge when she was a visiting scholar in the US, and the university knew about their personal
friendship, which is why they asked her to do the introductions." Yang Naijin's train of thought was being engaged, and she slowly
recalled.
"Do you know what your mother talked about with the ambassador that day?" I continued to inquire about the details.
"The ambassador was very busy that day, surrounded by important people and social engagements, so he didn't have much private time. But he still
managed to take a moment to talk to my mother for a few minutes, though I wasn't there." Yang Naijin seemed a little troubled. "
Oh, right, our photographer filmed a video that day, and it's already been posted on our website's blog.
You can check it out." She suddenly remembered something and excitedly said on the other end of the phone.
"What's the website address?" "New Finance Network. You can find the address by Googling it. Remember to give
my blog a like!"

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