Strategies for Mother

No! Even if my mother was really pregnant, how did she know that the child was not my father’s?

I lowered my head and pondered for a moment, and suddenly I figured it out. If it was a normal pregnancy between a couple, it would have been announced at the family meeting long ago. And my father looked unaware from beginning to end, and my mother’s cover-up made it easy for people to make unwarranted associations. So as long as she announced the fact that my mother was pregnant in front of everyone, whether it was true or not, it would make my father suspicious.

Maybe, that damn girl thought that my mother had an affair or had a child with another man; or maybe, as Beibei said, those photos were really taken by that damn girl? Otherwise ... I let it slip when I had an erotic dream that morning, letting her know about my mother and me?

This thought scared me so much that my hair stood on end. I broke out in a cold sweat. If it was true, if An Nuo knew about this, I would have really killed my mother.

I was both scared and regretful, and I kept hitting my head with my hands. Bei Bei asked in confusion, “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

I ignored her and got up to go out, wanting to talk to An Nuo and test her. Just as I was about to open her door, I suddenly thought that this little devil was very smart, and I should not get her to tell me what she said before getting my words out of her.

Moreover, if I think about it carefully, even if I really called out my mother’s name in my dream, she would at most think that I was in love with my mother, and it was impossible for her to know what happened between my mother and me that night. Don’t talk to her for no reason, and let her see some clues instead, that would be really counterproductive.

After hesitating for a while, I decided to wait and see for the time being. My mother is not anxious, so I can’t be anxious now, don’t rush and not help, but add to the chaos.

I wanted to talk to my mother again, but it was too late, and the matter had not been made clear yet, so there was no way to talk about it.

Dad looked normal. He sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV for a while, washed up, and went back to sleep. At night, I lay on the sofa, thinking about it, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully to the movement in the room, wanting to hear if my father and mother had a quarrel. Fortunately, it was quiet all night. It was not until dawn that I was confused for a while, and then went to school.

A few days ago, I was thinking about Tsinghua University with all my heart. Now my mind is full of what happened last night. I am afraid that my father and mother will have a conflict, and I can’t study at all.

When I got home from school in the evening, I stood at the entrance and listened to the movement at home first. It was quite quiet, so I changed my shoes and went in. Dad hadn’t come back yet, Beibei went back to school, An Nuo was in his room, and Mom was cooking in the kitchen.

I put down my schoolbag, hesitated for a moment, and walked into the kitchen. My mother was cutting vegetables. I walked to her side and whispered, “Mom, do you need my help?”

My mother turned her head and glanced at me, and said coldly, “You don’t need to help, go back to the room and read.”

I saw that my mother’s mood did not change much, and just as I was about to turn around and leave, she stopped me. I stopped in confusion. My mother put down the kitchen knife in her hand, turned her head and looked at me, and asked, “What did you say to An Nuo?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why did An Nuo say I was pregnant?”

Facing my mother’s stare, I scratched my head and frowned and said, “She is talking nonsense. How could she know you were pregnant? No, no! What I mean is, even if you are really pregnant, she has no definite evidence, she can only guess.”

Seeing my mother frowning, her pair of phoenix eyes gradually narrowed, and the whole body exuded a chill, I felt that I was getting worse and worse, and I quickly shut up.

After a moment of silence, my mother suddenly asked, “You didn’t tell anyone about what happened that night, did you?”

“That night?” I asked stupidly, then reacted and quickly changed my words: “No, no, no, how could I tell anyone else.”

My mother stared at me, and after a long silence, she gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: “If other people knew about it, both of us would be dead. I might as well hold you and jump off the building.” After saying that, she chopped the kitchen knife in her hand hard on the chopping board, which scared me so much that I shuddered.

My mother’s voice was so cold, like ice that penetrated my bones. I quickly waved my hands and said, “No, no, absolutely not.”

After being warned by my mother, I was driven out of the kitchen. I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt like I was on the same boat with my mother, sharing a major secret together, and I felt a little happy in my heart.

But then I thought of An Nuo again. If she knew about what happened between me and my mother, the consequences would be really unimaginable. If she uses this incident to hurt mom, I can only hold her and jump off the building.

Dad has a social event in the evening, so only the three of us have dinner together. But after what happened yesterday, it became extremely awkward to eat at the same table. The three of us were silent and ate in silence. The only sound in the room was the TV.

I secretly looked at An Nuo from time to time. This dead girl looked normal, as if nothing had happened. But I knew very well in my heart that she had revealed her true colors. She didn’t want to integrate into the family, but wanted to destroy this family.

The most important thing is that she still has a time bomb in her hand, which may explode at any time. I must find a way to remove this mine as soon as possible.

Dad didn’t come back until 11 o’clock in the evening, and he was drunk. Mom and I helped him into the bedroom. Dad mumbled in his mouth, emphasizing that he was not drunk, and ended up falling headfirst on the bed.

Mom didn’t complain. She bent down to help Dad take off his shoes. Dad sat up suddenly, grabbed Mom’s arm, stared at her with his eyes, and his face was as red as a monkey’s butt. He didn’t say anything for a long time.

Mom couldn’t help asking: “What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit?”

“You ... there’s someone outside.” After saying that, Dad burped.

“Who is there outside?” Mom said while trying to push Dad back to the bed, but Dad just held on, and said nonsense in his mouth: “You ... there’s no one outside, why ... why ... why don’t you let me ... touch you.”

Mom turned back and glared at me, and said sternly: “It’s none of your business, go back to the room and read a book.”

I said “um”, turned around and walked out. When I closed the door, I heard Dad roaring: “Are you pregnant?”

“I’m not pregnant!” Mom pressed him hard on the bed.

After closing the door, I could still hear Dad’s vague shouting. I was going to go into An Nuo’s room to talk to her, but after hesitating for a moment, I gave up. I was really annoyed with her now and didn’t want to say a word to her.

The next morning, after my father sobered up, he sat at the table as usual, eating breakfast while looking at his phone, as if he had forgotten everything that happened last night. Mom’s face looked a little haggard, and it seemed that she didn’t sleep very well last night.

There was no communication during the meal. When it was time, some went to work and some went to school. They didn’t even say goodbye. There was no harmony as before.

In the next few days, my father came home late every day, drunk, and every time he came back, he was noisy and noisy. Mom coaxed and persuaded him without a word of complaint.

My father was narrow-minded. He knew that my mother would not cheat or betray him, but he couldn’t help thinking about it. This time, the knot in his heart might not be solved for a while.

I wanted to explain for my mother, but I didn’t know what to do, and my mother had warned me several times not to interfere in this matter.

After school on Thursday afternoon, I just opened the door and heard my father’s roar from the house.

“Tell me, where did you go some time ago?”

My mother replied in a normal tone: “I have said it many times, I went on a business trip.”