Chapter 2

One day after my husband left, it was a boring Sunday morning.

My son played football with his classmates last night and sweated all over. He threw away a pile of dirty clothes and smelly socks and just slept soundly. But I got up early in the morning to wash his clothes and brush his shoes. There is no way a mother can do it. Who else can do it? After washing his clothes, I was sweating all over. I love cleanliness by nature and decided to take a shower before preparing lunch.

I took off all my clothes in the bedroom, wrapped myself in a bath towel and went into the bathroom. I locked the door, untied the bath towel and looked left and right in front of the large mirror on the wall. I haven’t done bodybuilding exercises recently, and my belly is obviously slightly bulging. I changed my standing posture, which made me look pretty good. I often breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, my figure has not really changed.

My unit gave me a nickname called “Cold Beauty”. One is to describe my cold attitude towards colleagues of the opposite sex, and the other is to describe my appearance and figure. Although I disdain it on the surface, my vanity is actually greatly satisfied by it.

I just graduated and was assigned to the court as a clerk. Many young colleagues pursued me, but at that time I was engaged to my college classmate and my current husband, so I rejected them one by one. A year after marriage, we had a son.

My husband and I are both highly educated intellectuals, so we usually pay more attention to maintenance. Although my husband’s sexual function is no longer good, his handsome appearance can still fascinate many female doctors and nurses in the hospital. Although I am also over 40, others think that I am still charming and charming. I can’t compare with those newly assigned female college students in the unit, but I have the beauty of a mature woman, which can make the opposite sex more obsessed than young girls.

I turned on the shower and bathed my whole body. The weather in early summer was already very hot and humid. I didn’t turn on the air conditioner when I was working just now, and my body was full of sweat. At this moment, I gradually felt comfortable with the warm water washing.

At this time, my son had already got up and wanted to go to the toilet. Seeing the sound of flushing from the locked bathroom door, he asked in a daze: “Mom! Are you taking a shower?”

“Well! Do you want to use the toilet? Wait a minute! I’ll be done soon!” I answered through the door.

“I’m not in a hurry! Take your time to wash, don’t worry about me washing well!” My son said a few vague words and didn’t know what he did.

I was afraid that my son would get anxious waiting, so I quickly showered a few times, dried my body, wrapped myself in a bath towel, and went out. I pushed open the door of his bedroom, but I didn’t see him inside. I was surprised, how could the child go out so quickly? I went to the kitchen and the living room to check, but there was no sign of my son. I felt even more strange, and hurried back to my bedroom, but found that the door was locked. I knocked on the door twice and asked, “Son! What are you doing in mom’s room?” I heard my son’s hesitant voice from inside: “Mom! Are you done with the shower? I didn’t do anything but look, and I closed the door casually. Don’t worry, I will open the door for you right away.” The door opened quickly. My son lowered his head and blushed and said to me, “It’s okay! Mom, I’m going to the bathroom!” He rushed into the bathroom without looking back and locked the door tightly. I was a little confused by my son’s strange behavior, and went into the bedroom, closed the door and prepared to change clothes. I suddenly found that the clothes I had just taken off had obviously been turned over by someone, especially the bra and underwear. I had folded them neatly on the bed, but now they were crumpled and thrown on the ground.

I hurriedly picked them up. They were wet and sticky in my hands. I put them close to my nose and smelled them. A fishy smell rushed into my nostrils. My underwear was changed and washed every day, so there was no way it could have a strange smell. After careful identification, it turned out to be the smell of semen. I hurriedly opened my underwear, and there was indeed a mess of semen stains on the white silk underwear. Could it be that my son had masturbated with my underwear while I was taking a shower?

I really didn’t dare to think of the worst, but the facts were in front of me, and my mind was blank. It would be fine if this child watched those obscene movies and pictures, but he actually developed to the point of masturbating with his mother’s underwear. It was obvious that he had a tendency to be mentally abnormal.

I called my husband overseas, but after the call was connected, I didn’t have the courage to tell him about the matter. After all, it was a very embarrassing thing. I just asked him about his life and told him to take care of himself, and then hung up the phone. I decided to wait until he came back to tell me, so as not to affect his work.

When I was lying in bed and didn’t know how to deal with this matter, I suddenly had an idea and remembered the business card my husband left for me before he left, telling me to consult a female doctor named Zheng if I found any problems with the child. I hurriedly took out the business card and contacted Dr. Zheng.

On the phone, I told Dr. Zheng about my son’s abnormal behavior and abnormal behavior. After listening to me, Dr. Zheng decided to meet me in a teahouse in the afternoon. I thought about it and asked her to meet in a teahouse in the afternoon.

After the call, I found a clean set of underwear and changed into clothes, and pretended to know nothing to cook for my son. Seeing that I didn’t mention anything, my son naively thought that I didn’t find out his secret, and seemed particularly obedient. He helped me pick vegetables and sweep the floor, and he also washed the dishes after dinner, which was very rare. I understand the reason for all this.

At 2pm, I went to the tea house where I had an appointment with Dr. Zheng. After waiting for nearly an hour, Dr. Zheng finally appeared in front of me.

I have met many of my husband’s female colleagues, so I have always had a misunderstanding that female experts in psychology are often old and ugly women. I didn’t expect that such a beautiful woman like Dr. Zheng is also engaged in research in this field, and is also a famous psychologist. It was really beyond my expectation.

Seeing that I was a little dazed, Dr. Zheng smiled and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, stretched out her hand and introduced herself: “Hello! My name is Zheng Lei.”

I hurriedly shook hands with her and said: “Excuse me! I didn’t expect you to be such a beautiful woman, Dr. Zheng. I was wondering why your voice was so sweet on the phone just now!”

Zheng Lei lowered her head and smiled embarrassedly, saying: “Thank you! You are also very beautiful!”

We were polite to each other and sat down hand in hand. I originally asked for a pot of jasmine tea, and after asking Zheng Lei’s opinion, I ordered a pot of green tea for her. We chatted about work and life, and the more we talked, the more we got along. It seemed like we had met too late.

After a while, Zheng Lei remembered the purpose of this trip and changed the subject to ask about my child.

I told her in detail what I had told her on the phone. She listened carefully and didn’t express any opinions from beginning to end. It was not until I finished telling her about the child’s diligent performance after lunch that she poured me a cup of tea and said to me: “I want to hear how you want to solve it? Without anyone’s help, you are the only one facing this problem. What solution can you do without any consideration?”

I thought about it and said: “First, I want to smash his computer, and then give him a good beating. Of course, this is just my subjective idea. I have worked in the court for so many years and my husband is a psychologist. Of course, I know that doing this will make the child go to extremes, so I want to ask you to help me think of a solution!”

Zheng Lei pushed her gold-rimmed glasses again, and a strange look flashed in her eyes. I looked at her and said in a low voice: “Very good, you have this understanding, which means you are more responsible for your children than ordinary parents. We all know that the psychology of adolescents is the most unstable, and using tough measures will only make them go to the other extreme. Just like the case you saw in the court, not controlling or forcibly controlling the sexual desire of adolescents will produce opposite results. Have you thought of other methods?”

I looked at her in confusion and asked: “What method? I believe there must be a correct method, but I can’t think of it anyway!” I begged this new good sister in an almost begging tone, hoping that she could solve my troubles satisfactorily.

Zheng Lei still had that weird look in her eyes and said to me: “Okay! Since you also know that it is not good to suppress the child’s sexual impulse, why don’t we find a way to let him vent?”

I looked at her in surprise: “Vent? How to vent? Can we let him rape?”

“Of course not!”

Zheng Lei showed the arrogance unique to intellectual women and began to talk to me: “Your child has a strong curiosity and desire to explore sex, but his understanding of sex is only based on the imitation stage of pornographic movies, which will confuse him, lose his way and even harm society. And forcibly suppressing the child’s sexual impulse with external force will not only stimulate his rebellious emotions psychologically, but also have no benefit for his growing body. In this way, we can only rely on the correct venting of his lust to save his distorted psychology and developing body.”