That night, it was past 12 a.m. With final exams a week away and having skipped a lot of classes recently, I had been hitting the books hard. Once I had a pretty good grasp of all my subjects, I left my room and went downstairs to the living room to get so water. Only then did I realize my mom wasn't ho yet. I figured she was probably with Jiang Weixin, and a wave of frustration washed over . I picked up my phone and sent her a ssage: "Mom, it's so late. Why aren't you ho yet?"
To my surprise, she replied quickly: "Xiao Bin, you're still awake this late? Don't you have school tomorrow?"
I was annoyed and replied: "I do have school. I was waiting for you. I'm about to go to sleep. Why have you been coming ho so late lately? Where are you?"
Several minutes passed with no reply. I was puzzled, so I sent a question mark emoji and followed up with: "Mom, are you asleep? Are you coming ho tonight? I'm worried about you."
This ti, she replied quickly with a smiling face emoji, then wrote: "Not asleep yet, I was just taking a shower. Don't wait up for . I'm not coming ho tonight. You should get so rest early."
It was almost 12:30 a.m. and she was just taking a shower? What was she doing? A feeling of displeasure crept over , and I texted back: "Mom, where are you?"
She replied with several emojis of faces covering their mouths as they laughed, then sent a photo. It was of a luxuriously decorated hotel room. The photo was taken from the perspective of soone lying on a large bed, focused on her own beautiful legs. Her pair of long, snow-white legs, glowing pale, were clad in flesh-colored stockings. They were elegantly pressed together as she lay on her side. Her shapely, full calves were crossed, and the toes of her sensual feet were painted a coquettish scarlet, creating a stark contrast with her snowy skin. The photo only captured the upper half of her full thighs, but those creamy, jade-white thighs, pressed tightly together, reflected the light through the sheer, crystal-clear stockings. They exuding a lewd, seductive, mature sensuality that was enough to make anyone's carnal desires flare up just by looking.
My heart skipped a beat. Staring at my mother's gorgeous, exposed body, I felt my head spin as if I'd lost my mind. Swallowing hard, I texted her: "Mom, your legs are so beautiful, so sexy! I really want to touch them!"
Mom imdiately replied with a laughing emoji and wrote back: "Hehe, you're my son. I can't let you touch them."
I thought, There she goes again, bringing up the one thing I don't want to hear. Just as I was about to continue bickering with her, I saw she had sent another ssage: "Xiao Bin, get so rest now. Mom's not going to chat anymore. Okay, good night!"
She followed it with a blowing-kiss emoji. I stared blankly and replied with a stiff "Good night." Of course, I got no response. I just stood there, holding my phone, utterly depressed and spacing out.
I went back to my room and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do next. Mom was probably still on a date with that Jiang guy. For all I knew, they might be having wild sex soon. The thought of the lewd photo she sent filled with a jealous rage.
I decided I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I had to find a way to break them up, no matter what. Besides, judging from her behavior lately, she wasn't genuinely in love with him. At most, she was just using him as a tool.
A thought suddenly struck . Their relationship was a mix of lust and mutual business interests. Since my mom was already suspicious of him, maybe he was up to sothing shady in business, maybe trying to pull a fast one on her, and she had found out.
If I could help her with these things, find so clues or even evidence of Jiang Weixin's scheming, wouldn't she see in a whole new light!
This was what a "real man," the kind of man who could be my mother's partner, should do.
Bang!
I slamd my water glass down on the table, spilling water everywhere. How could I have been so stupid? It took this long to figure it out. No wonder my mom always looked down on and treated like a useless "little kid." All I ever worried about was my lack of sexual experience and whether I'd finish too fast.
That's right. I needed to be more mature, to treat myself as an adult, her peer, and help her, to be considerate of her.
But now, I had zero social experience and knew nothing about business. Where could I even start?
Suddenly, I thought of soone: Yao Liang. Yes, my good buddy. He was the heir to the Yao family, with a massive fortune. He was also known as the "MILF Killer" and was full of clever ideas. He had even explicitly said before that he wanted to pursue my mom, but recently, he had been completely silent. He hadn't even contacted at all. I wondered what he was up to. It was a bit strange.
After thinking it over for a mont, I picked up my phone and dialed Yao Liang's number.
"Hey, Xiao Bin, long ti no talk." Yao Liang's cheerful voice ca from the other end.
"Yeah, Liang..." I said, hesitantly.
"What's up? Got so trouble? Where are you now?" Yao Liang knew my quiet, introverted personality well and asked directly.
"It's a bit complicated. I'm heading to your apartnt. Can we et and talk?"
"Sure, I'll be there in half an hour."
"Okay."
I hung up. His apartnt wasn't far from here. It was past midnight, and there was a chill in the air. I took a cab and arrived at the apartnt complex in just ten minutes.
I had the key card for the complex and the key to the apartnt, so I let myself in to wait for him.
Once inside, I could tell he had been living here recently. There were leftover pastries and takeout containers all over the living room table left uncleared. Unwashed clothes were strewn ssily on the sofa.
I grabbed a drink from the fridge, checked the ti, and figured he had another twenty minutes. I sat on the sofa to wait. On the coffee table, a MAC laptop was left open, still plugged in.
This guy doesn't even put his computer away, I thought. I went over to close it, but the mont I touched it, the screensaver disengaged, revealing the screen.
I wasn't intentionally trying to snoop on his privacy, but the computer was open to the WeChat desktop app, on an active chat screen.
I glanced at it and saw he was chatting with soone with the ID "Yunmo Jianghu" and a profile picture of a beautiful lakeside painting. The ID and the picture looked very familiar, so I took a closer look.
I skimd their conversation. It seed Yao Liang was trying to flirt with this woman, sending her caring ssages all day. The woman didn't seem too put off by him and they seed to get along well enough.
I quickly opened my own WeChat and searched for the ID. "Yunmo Jianghu" popped up imdiately. Wasn't that Zhu Yun, the female history professor at Jingzhou University!?
I was stunned. How did he get her WeChat? I quickly scrolled up, reading through their entire conversation in detail. Yao Liang was calling her "Professor." I rembered he had ntioned before that he had his eye on a university professor. So he must have been talking about her. It made sense. How many "top-tier" beauties who were university professors could there be? I should have realized it was Zhu Yun.
Damn it, I thought. Of all people, he has to set his sights on Zhu Yun. I looked at their chat history; they had been talking for several months. At first, it seed Zhu Yun wasn't interested in him. Every ti he ssaged her, she would give curt replies like "yeah" or "oh." But Yao Liang was persistent. He ssaged her like clockwork every day, with a huge variety of topics, from astronomy and geography to entertainnt gossip. Whenever Zhu Yun showed the slightest interest in sothing, he would latch onto it and chat her ear off. Plus, he was genuinely witty and knew how to please a woman. By the last two months, Zhu Yun's attitude had clearly changed. Their conversations had beco longer and more frequent, and the tone between them seed less formal.
I looked at the recent ssages. Yao Liang was now calling her "Sister Yun," and to my surprise, she didn't object. He was calling her "sister" this and "sister" that all day, constantly flirting with her, and the topics had gradually shifted toward relationships between n and won, marriage, and family. I got the feeling their language had beco quite intimate.
This guy... give him a little more ti, and he'd probably be able to get her to go out on a date. The "MILF Killer's" skills were the real deal. Although I was pissed off by what he was doing, I couldn't help but admire his understanding and control over a woman's heart.
But then I thought, he had spent so much effort and still hadn't managed to get a date with Zhu Yun, while I had already asked her out once and even got her to give a handjob. My progress was way faster than his. I felt a surge of pride, thinking that for once, I had finally beaten him.
Just as I was about to look through his other chat logs, the front door opened. The tall and handso Yao Liang walked in, carrying a large bag of food and drinks.
"Hello, Master Zhou! I grabbed so booze and snacks. Let's have a late-night snack. Hey! What are you doing!"
He walked in, saw looking at his computer, and rushed over to slam the screen shut.
"I saw everything, you know. You were flirting with so girl, huh, Master Yao?" I asked, pretending I didn't know who the woman was.
He put the food on the coffee table, looking a little embarrassed. "Haha, just standard procedure. This one's a bit hard to get."
"Hehe, I wasn't trying to snoop, honest. You left it open. I was going to play a ga and saw it. So that's the university professor you were talking about?" I said, picking up a snack.
He looked at with slight surprise, then slowly broke into a smile. "I'm just playing around with her. But she's really arrogant and always so cold. I don't like wasting so much effort on one person. She's started to warm out a bit recently, so I figured I'd see if I could push a little harder."
He took a swig of beer and said with a cheerful grin, "I hear she's a single mom with a kid. By all rights, she should be desperate for a man. So either she's got a lover on the side taking care of her needs, or she's just putting on an act. I just wanted to see what the deal was, haha."
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