Chapter 25: The Appearance of Mr. Zhou

After venting, I fell asleep in guilt and self-blame. When I woke up the next day, I felt regretful. Because I felt guilty, I lowered my head and kept silent during breakfast, and I didn’t even dare to look at my mother.

My mother seemed to notice something was wrong with me, and asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?”

Of course, I didn’t dare to tell the truth, and just perfunctorily said: “No. I just slept a little late yesterday.”

“You must maintain a correct schedule, even if you study less for a while, but don’t stay up late.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, feeling weak in my heart. The more my mother cared about me, the more I felt sorry for her trust.

After breakfast, my mother went back to the room and changed into a professional suit. Before leaving, she reminded me: “Remember to take the cold medicine later, don’t treat it as nothing if the symptoms are mild.”

I agreed, and glanced around, and accidentally saw my mother standing by the shoe cabinet in the entrance changing shoes. She was slightly bent and slightly sideways, with her left leg curled up and put on black pointed high heels on her beautiful legs in flesh-colored silk; her hips wrapped in a narrow skirt looked even rounder because of her posture, like a ripe peach, extremely tempting.

My brain was numb as if it had been electrified, and in accordance with the principle of not looking at indecent things, I quickly closed my eyes and covered them with my hands. At this time, Beibei happened to pass by Shen and asked in confusion: “What are you doing?”

“The sun is too dazzling.” I lied.

My mother didn’t understand, looked back, and urged: “Stop fooling around, change your clothes and go to class.” After that, she went out to work.

After my mother left, Beibei looked at me, crossed her arms, and frowned: “Why do you seem a little strange?”

“What’s strange?”

“I can’t tell, I just feel that you look a little guilty.” Beibei’s eyes rolled around and she smiled mysteriously: “Could it be that you did something bad and are afraid that your mother will find out?”

I have to say that women’s sixth sense is sometimes quite accurate. I was guilty, and I was indeed afraid that my mother would find out about what I did, but I didn’t confess to her, a little girl.

Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Beibei chased after me and asked, “What bad things have you done again? Tell me, did you skip classes to go out and play? Or did you steal money from home again?”

I turned around, put my hands on my hips, and asked loudly, “You are meddling in other people’s business! Have you finished your summer homework? Have you finished your social investigation report? Have you written your life diary? School is about to start, and you are still wandering around all day long like nothing happened.”

Beibei was hit by me, frowned, and said with a flat mouth: “Devil!” Then he slammed the door and went into the house, refusing to come out.

I was always repenting in the tutoring class during the day. What happened last night must never happen again. I finally got my mother’s forgiveness. If I make the same mistake again, I will be doomed.

But once the door of desire is opened, it is like opening Pandora’s box. How can it be closed so easily? Originally, my desire for my mother was suppressed by force. The more I suppressed it, the stronger the rebound would be.

Since that night, my mother’s smile and frown would make me feel excited, and I would quietly observe her every move. I was really afraid that I would sink deeper and deeper, and eventually I would be unable to extricate myself. But human nature is often like this. The more suppressed, the stronger the desire. I don’t want to continue to sink, but after all, I live under the same roof with my mother, and I can’t hide even if I want to.

When I came back from the cram school that day, my mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. I went back to the room to change clothes, and just as I was about to go to the bathroom, the phone on the sofa in the living room suddenly rang.

My mother shouted in the kitchen: “Bring me the phone.”

I picked up my mother’s phone from the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and took a look at it unintentionally. The caller ID showed the three words “Mr. Zhou”, and my heart tightened inexplicably.

My mother was standing in front of the gas stove in an apron. After I handed her the phone, I didn’t leave in a hurry, but stood silently by. Just as my mother was about to answer the phone, she suddenly turned her head and glared at me, asking, “What are you doing standing here?”

“Um...”

Before I could think of a good reason, my mother said, “Go out.”

I walked out of the kitchen slowly, pressed my body against the wall, and pricked up my ears to listen to the movement inside. I only heard my mother say with a smile: “Why are you calling me so early ... I’m cooking for the children ... I’ll go over after dinner. 8:30, still the same place ... If I’m late, please wait for me a little longer.”

After my mother hung up the phone, I returned to the bedroom and sat at the desk scratching my head, wondering who Mr. Zhou was. My mother seemed to be quite happy when she talked to him. From what my mother said, it seemed that she had an appointment with that man tonight. What was she doing out at night?

Thinking carefully, my mother really likes to go out at night recently. Could it be that she is dating this Mr. Zhou?

A single man and a single woman, dating at night, the more I think about it, the more worried I am. If it were in the past, I would definitely not think about the matter of men and women, because my mother would never betray my father. But now they are divorced after all, even if my mother is dating someone again, even if she finds me a stepfather, it is understandable.

Stepfather...

Mom is getting remarried?

No! There must not be a stepfather.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I become. I am in a panic. During dinner, my mother saw that I was frowning and asked, “What’s wrong? You look worried. What are you thinking about?”

Before I said anything, Beibei laughed and said, “She must have realized that she is not the material to be admitted to Tsinghua University, but she has already boasted about it. She doesn’t know how to explain it to you, so she is depressed.”

My mother rolled her eyes at her, and then looked at me with concern: “Are you feeling uncomfortable again? Or are you under too much pressure?”

I am indeed under a lot of pressure now, but this pressure does not come from my studies, and I can’t explain it clearly to my mother. I can only force a smile: “Maybe the pressure is a bit too much.”

My mother is still worried and asked, “Then are you okay? Are you still uncomfortable?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

She said it was okay, but she was panicking. What should I do if my mother is really in love with that Mr. Zhou?

After dinner, my mother sat on the sofa, lowered her head to play with her mobile phone, and occasionally giggled at the screen. The more I looked at her, the more I felt something was wrong. My mother rarely showed such a cute and innocent girlish look.

I really wanted to ask my mother directly who that Mr. Zhou was, but I guess she wouldn’t tell me the truth. It would be useless to ask, and it might even alert the enemy.

Seeing me walking around, my mother couldn’t help asking, “Why are you wandering around here instead of going back to the room to review?”

“Walking.”

“Does anyone walk in the living room? If you feel bored, go downstairs and take a walk.”

“I won’t go downstairs, I’ll just walk in the living room.” I made up my mind to stay with my mother and never let her go to see Mr. Zhou.

My mother held her phone in her hand, bit her nails, looked up at me, and said nothing. I felt uncomfortable being looked at by her, and asked, “Why are you looking at me?”