Chapter 13: A Familiar Face

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: A Familiar Face

Chapter 13: A Familiar Face

"Hello, I’m looking for some books on Taoist magic arts. Do you know where I can find them?" I asked the beautiful woman, pretending to be friendly.

She seemed surprised to meet someone here. She looked up at me, her long, slender neck gracefully arched, and her face framed by black-rimmed glasses looked quite alluring, though her expression was somewhat indifferent.

"I’m sorry, I don’t know," she said coldly, her voice very magnetic, before lowering her head to open the book in her hands.

I had run into a wall. This beautiful woman had a cold and aloof demeanor, which only made me more interested. I positioned myself to her right and slightly behind, shamelessly admiring her alluring and sexy curves, then asked in a cheeky tone, "Oh, I thought that people who come here to look up ancient texts would know about this kind of information."

The pretty woman ignored me, so I flipped through other books around me, too embarrassed to approach her again. After a while, she closed the book she was holding and put it back on the shelf. She happened to see me holding a book called *A Study of Chinese Taoist Culture and Folk Legends*. She was slightly taken aback and asked me, "What department are you in? What’s your name? What are you looking for these books for?"

Seeing that she took the initiative to talk to me, I quickly closed the book in my hand and said with a smile, "Hello, I’m not actually from Jinghai University. I’m a high school student. I’m just interested in these things, and I saw that there was a rather unique library here, so I came in to take a look when I was passing by."

"Oh, my name is Zhou Bin, and I’m a student at No. 6 Middle School in the city."

"Zhou Bin...?" The beautiful woman was slightly surprised when she heard my name. She looked me up and down as if she were inspecting some novel product.

"Yeah, what’s wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, it’s nothing." Her expression returned to its cold and aloof state as she said to me, "High school students should focus on their studies and wait until they get into university before reading these unimportant books."

I watched as her full, high breasts, tightly wrapped beneath her black shirt, swayed as she spoke, and I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body. My penis even got a little hard.

I smiled and said to her, "Thank you, teacher. Are you a teacher here? I’ve just been interested in these things since I was little. My dad also told me to read some related content in my spare time, saying that it’s a good thing to understand traditional culture."

When she heard me say this, she actually smiled slightly. Her carefully groomed eyebrows and long eyelashes lifted a little, revealing a hint of charm. She walked over to me with her silk-stockinged legs, took the book from my hand, flipped through it, and said disdainfully, "Even if you want to understand, there’s no need to read these fabricated books. They’re full of nonsensical stuff."

She reached out her delicate hand to smooth the stray strands of hair at her temples, revealing her fair cheeks and ears. My heart fluttered, and I said, "Teacher, do you know anything about this? I’ve always been curious about the Taoist culture passed down from our ancient times, as well as those kinds of magic arts and immortality techniques."

"Taoist culture and folk magic are different things, and they should not be confused," she said seriously.

"Ah... this, I have absolutely no idea," I muttered to myself, as the beautiful woman suddenly adopted a lecturing tone.

She looked at me closely again and said casually, "Hehe, it’s ridiculous that a kid like you is interested in these old-fashioned things."

"However," she said, taking a business card from her handbag and handing it to me, "you’ve come to the right person. If you’re really interested, you can contact me later."

I took the business card, which still carried a faint scent of jasmine. It read: "Department of History, Jingzhou University, Professor Zhu Yun," followed by a phone number, landline, and email address.

It turned out she really was a female professor here, and a history professor at that. As I looked up, accompanied by the "clack-clack-clack" of her high heels, she had already taken the book she wanted to borrow and swayed her hips as she walked down the stairs, leaving behind only the alluring fragrance surrounding me and the graceful, sexy silhouette of her tall figure.

On the way back, I was still reminiscing about the beautiful woman’s every move. Although she was very aloof, she actually took the initiative to give me her contact information and even told me to visit her when I had time. Haha, it seemed I was really having a lucky streak with women lately.

When I got home by bicycle, it was almost dinnertime. I went back to the villa and parked my bicycle in the garage. Just then, I heard the sound of a car. I looked toward the middle of the villa and saw a luxurious Rolls-Royce driving in through the gate. I had never seen this car before; it looked extremely luxurious and huge.

I was very confused. I didn’t know whose car this was. I had never heard my mother buy a new car.

The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the villa, and a tall, middle-aged man stepped out of the back seat. He looked somewhat familiar. He was dressed in a suit and tie, about 1.8 meters tall. His square face exuded the composure of a mature man, and his clothes were well-tailored. He had a dashing demeanor and was full of the confidence of a successful man.

The man walked to the back seat and opened the car door. A long, voluptuous leg encased in black stockings emerged, clad in 10-centimeter black high heels. The leg landed slowly on the ground, exuding elegance and allure. My stylishly dressed mother gracefully stepped out of the car from the back seat. Her long, glossy black hair was piled high on her head. She wore a blue sleeveless tight-fitting dress that revealed her fair and delicate arms. The dress was slit up to the top of her chest, revealing a pair of full, round breasts that seemed about to burst out of the fabric. At the neckline, one could vaguely see her full, high breasts and a deep white cleavage. A yellow ribbon was tied at the waist of the dress, making her slender waist even more perfect. The tight skirt clung to her full, round hips, and her plump, rounded legs were clad in ultra-thin, high-quality black stockings. The lines of her thighs and calves were as smooth and even as satin.

My mother’s business attire tightly hugged her full and shapely figure, making her look both dignified and not conservative, exuding a mature yet alluring sexiness—it was just right.

When getting out of the car, because her tight skirt was very constricting, her two plump and slender legs were wrapped in the tight hem and could not be spread too far apart. She had to use the strength of her waist to move her plump hips as much as possible so that one of her beautiful legs could step out first.

This naturally pulled the hem of the short skirt upwards, so much so that from a middle-aged man’s perspective, it seemed inevitable that the crotch area of the blue tight skirt might be slightly exposed.

After stepping out of the luxury car, my mother was slightly unsteady on her feet. She reached out her slender hand, and the man tacitly took it and supported her. My mother then steadied herself and elegantly pulled down the hem of her tight dress. The dress was very short, only covering about a third of her plump thighs. Most of her full, fleshy, sexy thighs were exposed under the black stockings, revealing a hint of eroticism.

"Who is he? He looks so familiar. Why would Mom come back in his car?" I wondered, feeling a mix of doubt and unease.

My mother seemed to be preparing to say goodbye to the man, but he was still talking to her. Although he wasn’t particularly handsome, his mature face was radiating a confident smile, and he was very close to my mother, suggesting that their relationship was quite special.

My mother chatted with him with a smile, her every move exuding a sexy and charming allure. Her top was stretched high and full by her full breasts, and her snow-white, plump breasts and alluring cleavage were right under the man’s nose, seemingly still steaming hot. But the man did not look at them, appearing to be a virtuous gentleman.

After chatting for a while, the man politely said goodbye, then got into his Rolls-Royce and drove away.

I rushed over and just then saw my mother enter the room. She gracefully took off her high heels and put them on the shoe rack before swaying her slender waist as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, who was that man just now?" I asked in a bad tone, looking at my mother’s pretty face with delicate makeup.

"Xiaobin, you just got back too?"

"You don’t recognize him? He used to hold you a lot when you were little. You called him Uncle Weixin, remember?"

As Mom walked into the living room, she put down her bag and swayed her round, plump buttocks as she carried the food she was holding in her other hand into the kitchen.

Uncle Weixin?

I vaguely remembered, walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, looking at my mother who was still dressed in her fashionable and sophisticated outfit, her sexy curves swaying behind her, and said to her, "Is that Dad’s former subordinate, the guy named Jiang Weixin?"

As Mom quickly prepared the meal, she said, "Yes, he was so good to you when you were little, and you still need your mother to remind you!"

I remembered now. This Uncle Jiang Weixin had been a subordinate in my father’s company in his early years. He was promoted entirely by my father, and because of his strong work ability, he was appreciated by our family.

Later, due to a business loss, Jiang Weixin was willing to take full responsibility and resign, leaving our family’s business. However, my father still treated him very well and continued to provide him with some help and assistance. Later, I heard that he started another business and eventually became very successful, becoming a local tycoon. Thinking about it this way, this person could be considered a legendary figure.

When I was little, Uncle Weixin would often come to our house. He not only helped my dad with official business, but also often helped him with some personal matters and chores. He was always very kind to me. When he returned from abroad, he would always bring me toys and the latest electronic products, so I liked him very much.

However, as my father’s business gradually went bankrupt, coupled with my mother and father’s divorce, Uncle Weixin seemed to have less contact with our family. In addition, he had become middle-aged in recent years, and I didn’t recognize him at first.

"Oh, I remember now. I haven’t seen him for years. Mom, how did he bring you home? Didn’t you drive yourself today?" I asked.

My mother started stir-frying some dishes. She was not only a successful businesswoman, but also a master of housework. She cooked a table full of delicious food. As she cooked, she smiled and said to me, "I happened to meet him at a business event last time. He is doing well in the real estate and clothing industries now and has a wide network of contacts. So I discussed with him about expanding our sales channels."

After saying that, Mom turned around and asked with a slightly playful tone, "What’s wrong? Did Xiaobin get jealous when he saw Mom being brought home by him?"

I immediately denied it, saying, "No way, I just happened to see him. I just wanted to ask you who he is! I’m not that petty!" After saying that, I walked out of the kitchen.

While having dinner with my mother that evening, I felt somewhat absent-minded. Since we’re all men, I was a little worried about the way Uncle Weixin looked at her. I felt that it wasn’t entirely the feeling between friends or business partners.

My mother chatted with me about interesting things happening at the company and in society, her beautiful eyes occasionally glancing at me. She probably saw right through me, and a smile played on her lips as she watched, though I wondered what she was thinking.