Chapter 6: Hiding Under My Mother's Bed

I held my breath and looked out from under the half-dropped bed sheet.

The first thing that appeared in front of me was a pair of pink slippers, in which my mother’s slender ankles stepped, and she walked in with an extremely elegant step. On the shoes were two well-proportioned calves, and although they were wrapped in stockings, the soft lines could still be seen.

I stared at them with my eyes wide open, afraid of exposing my tracks, and my heart was pounding with nervousness.

Fortunately, my mother did not notice anything unusual, and her feet stopped after moving to the side of the desk. Then, I heard her put her handbag on the table, took something out of it, and fiddled with it over and over again.

“Ding ding ding ding...” The crisp phone ring rang without warning, which scared me! Strangely, after a long time, my mother did not answer the phone, letting the ring echo harshly in the room.

I was surprised and could not help but secretly lift a corner of the bed sheet. My mother’s pretty figure suddenly appeared in my sight. She was wearing a decent dress and had a complicated expression on her face, as if she was hesitating about something.

But the ringing continued to ring, as if she would never give up until she achieved her goal. Finally, she sighed, stretched out her hand and pressed the hands-free button on the phone, and said lightly: “Hello!”

“Hello, Sister Tang, how are you?” A thick, rough, and magnetic baritone came from the other end of the phone, and said with a soft smile, “I calculated that you would arrive home at this time, and it turned out to be right.”

Mom frowned and said coldly: “What’s the matter, Mr. Yang?”

“Do I have to have something to call you?” Mr. Yang seemed to not care about my mother’s tone at all, and said cheerfully, “I miss Sister Tang, and I want to chat with you, isn’t it okay?”

“Sorry, I don’t have time today!” Mom obviously didn’t want to talk to this person anymore, and said casually, “Later, when I have time...”

“Then, please set a specific date!” Mr. Yang followed up the topic and said relentlessly,” I want to invite you to dinner, I have said it many times, why do you always refuse to do it?”

Mom stamped her feet in annoyance, her face showed a look of disgust, but her voice was still gentle and pleasant, politely and courteously refused: “I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s possible in the short term! My husband is under a lot of pressure at work recently, I want to spend more time with him at home!”

“Ah ... is that so, it should be, it should be...” General Manager Yang’s tone was very disappointed, but she did not give up, and was still trying to persuade: “ ... But, Sister Tang, a meal will not take up much of your time, don’t you think? Otherwise, ask your husband to come too! Just think of it as a couple occasionally coming out to relax, it’s good to change the environment...”

He started a long speech with earnest words, and his eloquence was quite good.

I eavesdropped under the bed and gradually understood the general idea. This guy met my mother two months ago. He was fascinated by her beauty as soon as they met. He then shocked my mother and called her every two or three days to greet her. He also found all kinds of excuses to ask her out alone. But he was really unlucky. He was busy for so long, but he had not succeeded in inviting her even once.

The buzzing male voice kept chattering. After being filtered through the phone, it felt like a bunch of flies flying around.

My mother said a few perfunctory words at first, but later she was too lazy to say anything. She leaned on the edge of the desk, raised one of her long legs, and slowly took off her stockings.

My eyes were wide open, and I noticed that my mother hadn’t had time to change her clothes after returning home, and the phone call was endless. It seemed that she was impatient and was eager to take off the appearance of a professional woman and return to the natural appearance of a housewife...