But later, I heard that she had started her own company and begun her own career there. She beca busier every day, and our phone calls gradually beca less frequent, but we still talked about once a week.
Starting in the second half of the second year, my mother's phone calls suddenly beca very rare. A month would go by without a single call. She said her company had moved to New York, that work was very busy, she had many social engagents, and that there was a ti difference between us, so the calls had decreased. She told not to bla her.
But the longest ti was a full four months when my mother didn't call even once. I worked up the courage to call her, but all I got was a busy signal or the call wouldn't connect at all. This made even more depressed, my mind filled with the feeling of being abandoned by my gentle mother.
After that, lacking the gentle care of a woman, my psychology slowly began to change. My originally cheerful personality suddenly beca introverted. I started to beco unwilling to talk to others, and my academic performance plumted. I perford poorly in the high school entrance exam and failed to get into the best No. 1 High School, ending up at No. 2 High School instead.
My father was naturally thoroughly disappointed in as well. At ho, he wouldn't even look at properly. He was often away from ho for long periods and would occasionally hit and scold . Our father-son relationship hit rock bottom.
As a child, my feelings for my mother were just a son's love for his mother. But after starting middle school, my body began to develop, and I also started to learn about the affairs between n and won. Having gone through the trauma of my parents' divorce and the rumors of my mother's "affair," I began to re-examine my childhood mories of her. Imagining my beautiful mother's every move and smile, my love and longing for her slowly began to change.
I would often look at the photo of us together on my desk. It was a picture we took in a park. In the photo, my mother was wearing a relatively conservative, form-fitting long dress, hugging and smiling happily. Her long, jet-black hair hangs straight over her shoulders. Her bright, intelligent eyes were full of happiness and contentnt. Reflected in the sunlight, her fair, delicate skin looks crystal clear. Her exquisite, beautiful face is full of a mature woman's charm and grace. A heart shaped necklace adorned her snow-white neck. The dress's neckline is high, and below her gracefully curved neck, her full, ripe breasts strain against the top, as if about to burst through the seams. Below her slender waist, the dress hugs her full hips. Although you can't see her back in the photo, I know the dress is stretched tightly over her round, perky buttocks.
Looking at this photo, I sotis even feel a faint heat in my lower body, but imdiately after, I'm overwheld with a sense of guilt. How could I have such blasphemous thoughts about my sacred mother.
After divorcing my mother, my dad's ntal state deteriorated further, and his business grew worse and worse. My grandmother was so angered by the situation that she fell ill and passed away. Under these multiple blows, my father lost all motivation to run his business properly. He gradually accumulated a mountain of debt, and in the end, loan companies and the bank seized all his assets. All that was left was the small, dilapidated house where he and I had lived, and we still had many debts to pay off.
My father also beca addicted to alcohol due to his business failure, and the conflict between us grew increasingly intense. Finally, on this day, I couldn't bear it any longer. I returned ho and had a fierce argunt with him, which led to the scene at the beginning.
Outside, it was another gloomy, rainy day. I could only rush out, letting the rain mix with my tears. Fortunately, the rain wasn't too heavy, it was just a light drizzle but the cold drops on my face were unpleasant, making my mood even worse.
Where was I going to live now? I couldn't seriously live under a bridge or on the side of the road, could I? Wouldn't I beco a little beggar? I, who had always been pampered and lived a life of comfort, was in a dilemma.
Suddenly, I thought of a place to go. A good buddy of mine, nad Yao Liang. He was my childhood friend from elentary school to junior high school, a true brother. We went to the sa private elentary school together. He is the youngest son of the Yao family, one of the four great families of Jingzhou City.
His family is in real estate and has a vast fortune. I had been to his house to play many tis. Maybe he would be able to take in without alarming his family.
So, I dialed his number, and he answered quickly:
"Hey! Young Master Zhou, what brings you calling with such elegance?" Yao Liang's sarcastic voice ca from the other end of the line.
"Cut the crap. What Young Master Zhou? I really need your help with sothing."
"Alright, what is it? Want to rank up together? I feel like I'm in good form today. I'll be online in a bit."
"No, it's not that. I have nowhere to live right now. Do you have a place where I can stay for a few days?" There was no need to be secretive with him, so I just ca straight to the point.
"No way! You ran away from ho?"
"Sothing like that! Stop being so nagging! Can you help or not!" I roared impatiently.
"OK, OK, Young Master Zhou, don't get angry. No problem. Does this an our glorious days of duo-queueing are about to begin? I'll send you the address right away!" Yao Liang said readily.
Soon, he sent the address on WeChat. It was a high-end residential community not too far from here. I imdiately rented a bicycle and rode over.
From a distance, I saw him standing by the side of the road waiting for . This guy was a true friend.
"A-Cheng, if you left ho like this, isn't your dad going to beat you?"
As I rode to the side of the road, he ca over and put his arm affectionately around my shoulder. Yao Liang is tall, about 180cm, with a sunny and handso face, always wearing a carefree smile. He had always been very popular with won.
"Don't ntion him!" I pushed Yao Liang away, returned the bicycle, and then walked into the residential area with him. As we walked, I complained about my alcoholic father, venting my dissatisfaction.
Yao Liang knew about the previous changes in my family. I had a vague feeling that his family's business had competed with ours, and that his family might have even played a part in my father's downfall. Because of this, Yao Liang had always felt a sense of guilt towards . He was a popular figure at school, getting along well with both guys and girls, and his grades were excellent. He was also very protective of . We had grown up together, so the bond between us was very deep.
I watched Yao Liang's carefree appearance as he joked and laughed with . He was dressed in designer clothes, looking like an elite. As the only son of the Yao family, it didn't look like it would be too difficult for him to take over his father's business one day.
This was a gated community, requiring a key card and facial recognition to enter. After Yao Liang scanned his card and was recognized, we entered. The interior of the community was also lavishly decorated. His apartnt was on the 23rd floor of one of the buildings.
After we went inside, I saw it was a large flat, probably over 300 square ters. It was spotless, and it was obvious that soone ca to clean it regularly.
"Alright, this is our secret base. My dad just bought it a while ago, and they basically never co here. You can live here with peace of mind, for as long as you want. A housekeeper cos to clean on Wednesdays and Sundays, so you don't have to worry about cleaning during the week."
Yao Liang said, then went to open the refrigerator, which was full of cold drinks.
I took the Coke he handed and took a big gulp. The cold Coke burned my throat. "Judging by this, you've used this place before, haven't you!" I said teasingly.
"Haha, can't fool you. But not recently. I've already broken things off with her."
Yao Liang laughed heartily when I hit the nail on the head. This guy always had a constant stream of girlfriends since middle school. I guessed this was his hookup spot. I wondered how many won he had already slept with here.
"You! You still haven't learned your lesson after your old man caught you last ti. I even heard it was a teacher from No. 2 School, over forty years old. You go for that kind too?" I said.
"So what if he caught ? It's not like I care what he thinks anyway. He has dozens or hundreds of won outside. Even my mom can't do anything about him. When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be too. I'm just following in my father's footsteps, right?"
Yao Liang said with a laugh. Although his family was wealthy, his parents were busy with work so they probably don't care much about him. Besides his weakness for won, he managed to maintain a certain level of self-discipline and good grades, not becoming a spoiled heir. I already admired him a lot for that. He was now studying at the city's No. 3 High School, while I went to No. 2 High School, so we were no longer classmates in high school.
"And don't get started, that teacher was incredibly hot. I told you, right? I have a thing for mature won. I t that auntie by chance on a bus once. She was dressed so provocatively, I couldn't help myself."
Yao Liang got excited talking about won and started rambling on. I drank my Coke and listened to him start bragging. He was different from , a virgin. Because of his affluent family, his generous spending, and no one at ho to restrain him, his views on relationships had been very open since he was young. By now, I didn't even know how many won he had slept with. He was very experienced. Listening to him brag about his hookups in our spare ti was a very common topic for us.
This guy really likes older won, especially mature won. He was very handso, had grown tall in recent years, was eloquent, and especially good at charming older won. I'd even heard that in the circles of young masters in Jingzhou City, he had earned the nickna "Mature Woman Killer."
"Later, that beautiful teacher happened to co to our school for an open class. Heh, her body was in amazing shape, not your average kind. She was curvy, and her butt was especially big. She was wearing a tight dress, and my favorite: stockings and high heels!"
"I got turned on right then and there. How could I wait? I slept with her right there in the conference room." Yao Liang said excitedly.
"No way." I almost spat out my Coke.
"It's true. I wouldn't lie to you, would I? That beautiful mature woman had big breasts and a big butt. That day, she was also wearing a very sexy lingerie, so I fucked her hard in our school's conference room."
"You're really sothing..." I said with a helpless laugh.
"Later, I hooked up with her here many tis, and it was amazing every ti. At first, that beautiful mature woman put on a serious act, like a proper, respectable woman. But later she just let go and got sluttier and sluttier. I heard she was not only sleeping with but also having orgies with others."
Hearing this, I almost spat out the Coke in my mouth. "Holy shit! Having orgies! That's too outrageous!"
"It's true. But I haven't contacted her recently, and she hasn't reached out to either. I guess she has a new lover. I like this kind of arrangent the best. We both get what we need, don't interfere with each other, and just enjoy the mont."
Yao Liang said with a laugh, with a wild and carefree look on his face.
"Haha, I think you're the one who led that respectable woman astray. She couldn't pull herself out and willingly fell from grace. You should take full responsibility." I teased him.
"Hehe, I guess so. But looking at it another way, I also helped her open the door to a new world, right? Maybe she should even thank , haha."
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