FM-V2-20

Chapter 20 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

As soon as they entered the house, Old Jiao eagerly poured Mom a glass of cool water, his wrinkled face full of concern. “Girl, you must be tired after working all day. Here, have some cool water to feel better.” 

There was a hint of surprise and puzzlement in Mom’s beautiful eyes. 

She took the glass and drank a few sips it was indeed hot out. 

After all, it was July or August, and even with the air conditioning on all day, it was sweltering inside, let alone outside. 

“Aiya!” 

Suddenly, Old Jiao slapped his thigh. “Oh no!” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I left something cooking on the stove. Girl, I got so happy when you came home, I forgot all about it.” 

With that, Old Jiao hurried toward the kitchen, nearly slipping in his rush. 

“Slow down,” Mom said. 

“Heh, it’s fine even if I fall, I’m not afraid of pain,” Old Jiao replied, turning back with a grin. 

The smile on Mom’s usually icy lips deepened. 

I rarely saw Mom smile like that. 

When Mom smiled like that, it meant she was genuinely happy. 

So… 

Did Old Jiao really make her happy? 

But what was there about this old man to make her happy? 

From the start, he’d had bad intentions, always pretending, and especially after seeing his behavior at home today, I felt not just annoyed, but a sense of fear. 

I wanted to rush out and tell her everything right then. 

But I had to consider the consequences would she believe me? 

Right, I had surveillance footage! 

Wait! 

What would happen if I showed her the footage? 

The consequences would surely be even more serious than I imagined. 

I gave a silent, bitter laugh outsmarted by my own cleverness. Maybe it would be better to just dismantle the surveillance. 

But with Old Jiao at home, dismantling it wasn’t really possible. 

And deep down, I didn’t want to. 

Because if I took it down, I’d feel lost and helpless, not knowing what might happen without me seeing it. 

So, after thinking it over, I still didn’t have the courage to take down the cameras. 

Through the surveillance screen, I saw Mom put down her bag, tossing it on the sofa. 

Since Uncle Qi was kicked out, Mom had hired a new secretary a woman, but she’d never come to the house. 

Mom took off her jacket. 

Even though it was hot, as the city’s mayor, she had to keep up appearances, so even outside she wore formal clothes, hiding her stunning figure. 

Even though she was in her thirties, her figure was so well maintained, her mature charm only deepened by the years. Every time there was a ranking poll, she always came in first. 

With her jacket off, she wore only a white blouse, her proud chest stretching the collar as if it might burst. 

After standing for a while and cooling off, Mom seemed to remember something and suddenly headed toward my room. 

I panicked, quickly got out of bed, and sat at my desk, pretending to study. 

The door opened and Mom walked in, a waft of perfume reaching my nose. 

She stood beside me, arms crossed over her full chest, looking down at my books. 

I kept my head down, not daring to move. 

Mom was always strictest at times like this. 

“School starts in about half a month, right?” Mom suddenly asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“How’s your studying going?” 

“It’s… okay.” 

“What do you mean, okay?” 

Mom’s tone was stern. “I don’t like hearing those words. Right now, your main focus should be studying don’t think about anything else, understand?” 

I replied softly, my voice timid and fearful. 

“Sigh…” 

Mom suddenly sighed, reached out and stroked my head, then leaned down closer to me. 

At that moment, her scent grew stronger, filling my nose. I couldn’t help but sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye and instantly froze. 

With Mom leaning so close, her body was right next to mine, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her chest. 

Her two full breasts strained against her blouse, pushing the collar high; as she bent over, I saw the edge of her black lace bra tightly wrapping one snowy mound, firm and elastic. 

Even though I’d seen this through the cameras countless times, every time I saw it up close, I got excited especially now, sneaking a look, the thrill was indescribable. 

I swallowed quietly, feeling myself getting hard in my pants. 

But it didn’t last long before Mom’s icy voice sounded: “Xiao Fan, what are you looking at?” 

I snapped to attention, quickly lowered my head, not daring to look again. 

I knew I’d been caught, and waited for Mom to get angry.