FM-V2-15

Chapter 15 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation 

So at this point, the best thing is to calm down getting angry for no reason is useless. 

With a cigarette in my mouth, I opened the surveillance footage from the next day, skipping straight to the evening. 

During the day, I was home, so even if Old Jiao wanted to do something, he couldn’t, and Mom was out, so nothing happened. 

That night, nothing happened between them either. 

Honestly, I was relieved, and skipped to the third day. 

Fast-forwarding, still nothing happened. 

This continued until the morning of the fifth day. 

It was Saturday, so Mom didn’t go to work at city hall. She got up early I remembered I was still sleeping in that morning. 

After getting up, Mom washed up, then casually tied her black hair into a loose ponytail with a rubber band, which only made her mature beauty stand out more. 

She wore a spaghetti-strap silk maxi dress that hugged her tall, voluptuous figure like satin, her curves accentuated she looked especially beautiful in the morning light. 

Mom had a lazy air about her as she finished washing up and went to the living room, where she saw Old Jiao. 

Yes, Old Jiao. 

The old man wore an apron around his waist and was mopping the floor, not slacking off at all the tiles were so clean they shone. 

Mom saw this and said nothing, heading for the kitchen, but Old Jiao quickly said, “Girl, no need to make breakfast, I already did it.” 

Mom paused. 

Eager to impress, Old Jiao hurried to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of pork and century egg congee and two steamed buns, setting them on the table. 

Suddenly, he remembered something, dashed to the kitchen, and came back with chopsticks and a plate of pickled vegetables. 

“Come, girl, sit down, see if it’s good. I made this congee myself, simmered for over an hour,” Old Jiao said with a smile. 

Mom looked at him in surprise. “You got up at dawn?” 

Old Jiao said, “No big deal, just wanted you to have a hot breakfast. If it’s not good, I’ll go buy you fried dough sticks.” 

He offered the chopsticks with both hands. 

At this moment, Mom’s gaze was a bit complicated, as if she was conflicted about how to treat Old Jiao. In the end, she said nothing and sat down to eat. 

Old Jiao went back to cleaning. 

While eating, Mom glanced at him and asked, “Did you eat?” 

“Oh, not… not yet.” 

“Then sit and eat with me.” 

“Okay!” 

Old Jiao immediately sat beside her, looking at the half-eaten bun in Mom’s hand. “Girl, I… I want to eat yours.” 

Mom was stunned, then looked a little annoyed. Old Jiao quickly said, “Don’t misunderstand, I just… I just…” 

“What?” 

“I want to eat what you’ve eaten.” 

Mom looked at his sincerely hopeful face and didn’t get angry, saying, “That’s not right, it has my saliva on it.” 

Old Jiao said, “That’s not gross anything from you, I like.” 

“You…” 

Mom was helpless, silent for a while, then actually handed him the half-eaten bun. “Don’t do this again.” 

Old Jiao was overjoyed, stuffing it into his mouth, chewing with a silly smile. 

Even the ice-queen Mom couldn’t help but smile a little. 

Suddenly, Old Jiao clutched his chest, looking pained. 

Mom’s expression changed, and she quickly brought him a glass of water. 

But as he reached for it, his hand shook and spilled water on Mom’s dress, soaking it. 

Old Jiao quickly gulped down the water, recovered, stood up, and grabbed her dress hem, apologizing, “Sorry, girl, I didn’t mean it.” 

But even as he apologized, he lifted her silky dress, exposing Mom’s long, round, firm, white thighs. 

Old Jiao swallowed, eyes shining, and couldn’t help but want to touch, but Mom slapped his hand away. 

He withdrew, embarrassed. 

Mom glared at him. “What are you doing?” 

“I… I…” 

“You’re so old, why are you so lecherous?” 

“I’m a man!” Old Jiao said. “I’m gifted, you’ve seen my big thing. And you’re so beautiful, I’ve never married, never had a woman, and you haven’t done it with me these days, so I…” 

“So what?” 

“You really want me to say?” 

“Say it!” 

“I want to take you right here and fuck you hard,” Old Jiao said, a bit fiercely. 

Mom was shocked. 

Seeing her look angry, Old Jiao quickly lowered his head like a scolded child. 

But to his surprise… 

“Fine, but with your stamina, you probably couldn’t last ten minutes,” Mom said, then went to her room to change, leaving him there. 

Old Jiao was stunned he never thought stern Mom wouldn’t get angry. 

What surprised me was the provocative tone in Mom’s words I never expected her to say something so… enticing. 

I have to admit, hearing that from an ice queen would drive any man crazy, wanting to prove himself. 

Old Jiao went back to cleaning. 

About half an hour later, I woke up and went out; Old Jiao enthusiastically brought me breakfast. 

That day, Mom and I watched TV together until evening, and Old Jiao didn’t get any opportunities. 

The sixth day was Sunday just two days ago. As usual, Mom went to city hall and came back in the afternoon. After being scolded before, I didn’t dare go out and stayed home. 

When Mom returned, she sat in the living room watching TV. Soon, a businessman arrived with gifts, obviously trying to curry favor. 

He looked at Old Jiao in confusion, but Mom explained he was a relative staying for a while, and the businessman was satisfied. 

Actually, Mom didn’t need to explain it was none of his business. 

I’d seen many people come to Mom for connections and favors; she was now one of the hottest mayoral candidates anyone who could get close to her would benefit greatly. 

Mom chatted with the businessman until evening, then he treated us to a fancy dinner at a hotel. We got home around eight or nine. 

I was tired and went to bed early, not paying attention to anything else. 

But that night, Old Jiao and Mom’s relationship reached a new, more substantial level.