Midsummer.
The sun blazed like a raging fire, scorching the earth with relentless heat. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue, offering no shield against the sun's fierce power.
Yet here in the teacher's office, I felt no warmth at all—chilled to the bone from head to toe.
Listening to the teacher speaking with my parent over the phone, my heart twisted with anxiety. "I'm done for! Once Mom finds out I got caught cheating, I'm as good as dead."
My name is Lu Haoran, fourteen years old, a second-year student at Bihai City's No. 1 Middle School. I've always been seen as the model well-behaved student, but today, I never expected to be hauled into the office for a scolding.
"Ugh, if I'd known I'd get caught, I wouldn't have helped Fatty cheat," I thought regretfully as I waited for my fate. "If it weren't for our childhood friendship and how he's always looked out for me, I'd never have risked it. Once this is over, I'm making him pay me back big time."
My mind was a whirl of unease and wild thoughts. I glanced to the side and saw Fatty Wang looking utterly unconcerned, even winking at me as if to say, "No big deal, relax." Seeing his infuriatingly smug expression made my blood boil.
Just as we exchanged looks, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoed from outside the office—crisp, decisive, growing louder as it approached like a melody, soon arriving at the office door.
Following the sound, my eyes landed on a pair of straight, slender legs sheathed in semi-transparent black stockings, their lines accentuated by high heels that made them appear perfectly proportioned and graceful. A fitted black pencil skirt suit highlighted every curve of her figure flawlessly.
Her stunning face came into view—bright eyes, pearly teeth, a gaze that seemed to shimmer, a delicate and finely shaped nose, and a high ponytail that added an air of elegance. She carried herself with a dignified yet undeniably sensual presence.
As she turned her gaze toward me, I quickly looked away and lowered my head.
Yes, this was my mother—Liu Ruoxi, thirty-four years old, a creative director at an advertising agency.
Judging by her attire, she must have been called here by the teacher straight from work, without even changing.
After a brief glance in my direction, she paid me no further attention and instead walked over to the teacher's desk. She greeted the teacher and inquired about the incident involving me.
Soon grasping the whole story, and after my mother promised to discipline me properly, the teacher—taking into account my usually good academic performance—didn't press the issue further and allowed her to take me home.
I shot Fatty a look that said "good luck surviving this," then followed my mother out.
Walking behind her toward the school parking lot, I noticed how she drew the gazes of every man around like a magnet. Their intrusive stares made me uncomfortable, but Mom seemed long accustomed to such attention, ignoring them completely as she strode ahead.
Having messed up, I sat silently in the passenger seat, my heart uneasy. I stole sidelong glances at my mother. Her elegant brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes clear and sharp, as if deep in thought.
Seeing her like that, I didn't dare disturb her.
I could only steal glances from the side. Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating my mother's face. A lock of beautiful black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her delicate eyebrows arched gracefully, and her captivating eyes seemed to hold a mesmerizing charm. Her elegant nose stood out, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and her cherry-red lips glistened like dewdrops. Her oval face was as smooth and radiant as jade, her skin as fair and flawless as snow.
I had never paid close attention to my mother's appearance before, but this time, I was completely entranced by her beauty.
"What are you staring at, you little rascal?" It wasn'tt until my mother's voice broke the silence that I snapped out of my daze.
"Mom, you're so beautiful!" Without thinking, I blurted out the words.
"Stop with the sweet talk, you little rascal." My mother smiled faintly, but then her expression turned serious as she seemed to remember something. "Now, tell me honestly, what happened today?"
I had initially planned to brush it off with a laugh, but under my mother's penetrating gaze, I had no choice but to recount the entire incident truthfully.
Of course, I couldn't tell her about the part where Fatty promised to share his resources with me.
As I explained, my mother slowly started the car. While driving, she said, "Ranran, you're a big kid now. You need to learn to distinguish right from wrong—some things you can do, others you can't; some favors you can help with, others you can't. Even if you're close friends, helping someone cheat is never acceptable. It's not good for you or your classmates, understand?"
Listening to my mother's earnest words, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had expected her to scold or even punish me, but instead, she spoke to me so gently, which only made me feel worse. "Mom, I'm sorry."
"Silly child, there's no need to apologize to me." Seeing my remorseful expression, my mother changed the subject. "By the way, your cousin is coming home tonight. Let's stop by the market to buy some groceries, and I'll cook something delicious for you both."
"Huh? But it's only Wednesday. Why would that little devil come back?" The thought of my cousin, who often bullied me, gave me a headache, and my guilt momentarily faded.
"Don't call her a little devil—that's disrespectful." My mother wasn't pleased with my choice of words. She then explained, "Your cousin's school has a new teacher who shares her dormitory, but they don't get along well. Since our home isn't far from her school, Lanlan will be staying with us for a while."
"What? She's staying for a while?" My heart sank, and I instantly lost all hope for the days ahead.
After buying groceries and returning home, my mother reminded me to focus on my homework before changing her clothes and heading to the kitchen to start cooking.
Back in my room, I opened my phone and saw that Fatty was online on QQ. I messaged him to ask how he was doing. It turned out that shortly after I left, his mother had arrived. Because of his poor academic performance, he had been severely reprimanded by the teacher before being allowed to go home.
Once home, his mother gave him a good scolding, and he was now lying on his bed, groaning in discomfort.
Of course, I exaggerated my own situation, telling him that I had also been punished and was currently reflecting on my mistakes at home.
Hearing this, Fatty was overwhelmed with gratitude and promised to repay me for my "act of kindness" in the future.
"No need to wait for later, I think compensation can be made right now."
Not long after I sent the message, Fatty replied with two compressed files, accompanied by a mischievous "I get it" emoji: "Please accept, Brother Ran."
I saved the files to my phone, sent back a "You really know me" emoji, and eagerly opened my phone's folder to extract the compressed files.
Inside were two comics and one novel. The two comics were the reward Fatty had promised me for helping him cheat.
The additional novel was likely compensation for the lesson I'd learned.
"This guy still has a bit of a conscience, but thinking one novel is enough to settle things with me? Not that easy. I'll have to squeeze a few more of his treasured resources out of him later," I thought to myself as I opened one of the comics to read.
I finished the comics quickly—they were just the popular Korean webtoon resources currently trending. The plots were fairly ordinary, and for an "old driver" like me who had been reading comics since seventh grade, they felt like bland chicken ribs—tasteless to eat but a pity to discard.
"Boring." After pulling my hand out from under my pants, my gaze shifted to the novel. This, however, felt like opening the door to a whole new world. As I read the descriptions in the novel, my mother's stunning beauty and perfect figure appeared vividly in my mind.
Instantly, my heart began pounding violently, my head grew hot, and my entire body felt as if it were on fire. Overwhelmed by an inexplicable rush of excitement and stimulation, my hand moved uncontrollably downward. As the rhythm quickened, I soon reached a climax…
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